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The months that followed our decision to marry in August were hectic. Well, that was an understatement. Everyone called any time they thought of something until we told them to do whatever they wanted and talk with the other parent and just leave us alone. It was too much. When we were finally alone at the end of the day and just sitting on the couch or in bed, talking, one of the phones rang. And after we hung up with one person, it rang again because someone else had to complain about who knows what.

As April approached, I could see Edward began to panic and when I questioned him, he told me about the voting and the awards that happened at the end of the regular basketball season. I was becoming very familiar with everything about basketball and I finally understood it all. There were many awards and one of them was Rookie of the Year. There were a few other very good rookies of what Edward had told me but I had faith in him. He had gotten an award in college of what he had told me, but as I had been out of it, I didn't know.

The awards were held at the Cowboys Stadium in Dallas and I couldn't make it since I was busy at work. But that night, I was in front of the TV, watching the awards. And I wasn't surprised when he won the Rookie of the Year. A few others from the Bulls won other awards, including their coach. I guess Edward was right about "The Rising of the Bull" as he had called it; after so many years of the Lakers domineering the first place, it was time for Chicago to start winning again.

Just after he was announced as the winner, my phone started ringing. I should have expected calls. First, it was Esme then it was Charlie then it was Emmett and that was a long conversation until I told him someone else was calling. It turned out to be Liz and just as I had hung up with her, losing track of what was happening on the TV, my phone rang again.

"I know, I'm happy and proud of him too," I sighed, not even caring who was on the other end of the line.

"Are you now?" Edward teased, making me gasp.

"Edward! Everyone called, you should return their calls."

"Oh, yes. I will. That means you watched the ceremony?"

"Of course I did! And I had faith in you. I knew you'd win!" I told him happy. "I wish you were here so I could show you how much I love you."

"I'll be there tomorrow some time. Hold on to showing me," he said lightly. "I just called to tell you what happened in case you weren't watching…"

Silly boy. "I told you that I'd watch, even though I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open."

"Your boss is an asshole, Bella. I wish you'd let me talk to him. What time did you get home today?" he asked annoyed.

"Well…when the ceremony started," I whispered, knowing he'll explode.

"Does he even pay you for the long hours you stay over?" Edward growled. "Oh look, I have to go to the party. Before I forget, tell Sylvia I want my cake. A huge one, okay?"

I laughed, shaking my head.

"What?" he demanded in my ear. "I won something. I want my cake!"

"Sure, Edward. I'll tell her. You have fun and be careful."

"Of course. I love you, Bella."

"Love you too," I replied.

"Bye," he added before hanging up.

I crawled in bed and realized that it was going to be hard to sleep. When he had a game away, I had slept alone but tonight was different somehow. I fell asleep wondering what he was doing and praying I didn't find out from the newspaper how much fun he had had.

In the morning, I woke up to the doorbell ringing and loud pounding in the front door. With my heart in my throat and my legs shaking, I walked there and peeked on the peephole. It was Edward. I must be still asleep because his flight wasn't scheduled until later in the afternoon.

Opening the door quickly, I realized he was real and looked like he hadn't slept but wearing a huge grin on his face.

"Hi, love. I couldn't stay away." He wrapped me in his arms and hugged my tightly then descended for a kiss.

I was too bewildered to respond at first but when my brain kicked in, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist making him slam me into the side of the house as we kept making out.

Ah, how I missed him.

His hair was tangled and greasy when I ran my fingers through it and his lips were insistent. When he finally backed a little, resting his forehead on mine, I took a huge gulp of air combined with his scent that wasn't that pleasant at the moment, but I didn't care.

"You're really here?" I asked stupidly.

"Yep." He kissed my cheek. "I stayed a little at the party then left. I just couldn't…have fun. I kept thinking of you and wishing you were there with me so I went back to the hotel and grabbed my bag before I went to the airport." He beamed at me. "I ran into some reporters that were so shocked that when they realized who I was, I was already at the security check area. Of course…they caught up and if you ask me, I have no idea what I said."

"Oh, my silly boy!" I cupped his cheeks and kissed him soundly. "You're insane. You know that, right?"

"I kind of felt like I was losing my mind without you there," he teased me. "Let's move inside," he added after a minute.

"And now…it's over?" I asked, helping him with the bags. "And what's here?"

"Oh! That's for you. It was so funny, I had to buy it. It made me think of you. And no, it's not really over."

I opened the paper bag from my hand and gasped then burst in laughter. "A cow…made you think of me?" I said between giggles.

Edward grabbed it from me and put it on the floor, squeezing the cow's hand. The cow was staying on the back legs and dancing to a song I didn't know.

"It's so cute. Just like you." He brought me to his side, kissing my neck.

"Uh, thank you, Edward. It's really sweet. I like the cow."

"I knew you would. Oh, and I found this funny thing," he continued exuberantly, crouching to his duffle bag to rummage through it. "It's here. Wait a sec."

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised, ruffling his hair. "Maybe just to the kitchen to start the coffee," I added as an after thought.

I had made two steps when he grabbed my ankle, making me lose balance. He caught me before I could smash my head on the wall. "Oops."

"Yeah, oops," I mocked him. "What was that?"

"I found what I was looking for. Sorry, really. I didn't realize you'd lose balance."

"Have we met?" I asked amused.

Edward laughed, showing me a red apron that had a huge chocolate cake painted on the front. "What do you think?"

"Uh, it's nice…"

"It's for Sylvia. To remind her of her promise."

I burst in laughter as he folded the apron – more like bundled it up – before throwing in back in his bag.

I went to start the coffee and Edward followed, still talking. He was way too hyper for five o'clock in the morning. "Oh, and you have to see the video!"

"What video?" I asked, opening the cupboard to grab the coffee box.

"There was a bull at the local we went. You know those bulls that you stay on and move around and… You know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes, Edward."

"Well, the guys dared me to sit on it because I was the most sober out of everyone. And I did and…it was so freaking funny. Kyle has it on his phone."

"Did you fall?" I asked worried, turning to him.

"Fall?" he scoffed. "I was so beating the thing at its own game…until the back of the bull raised so fast that it threw me a few feet away. That was hilarious. For a second, I didn't even know where I was."

"Sounds like you had fun." I rose on my tiptoes to kiss his mouth.

"We have to go together at one of those things. You'll like it," he told me.

"I don't think so. I can barely walk straight as it is and you want me to ride a machine?" I blurted out. My eyes widened when I realized how dirty it sounded.

Of course, Mr. Dirty Words Radar Detector's ear perked up and a sly grin formed on his face. "If you are into that, we could-"

I slammed my lips to his, thrusting my tongue in his mouth just to make him shut up and forget I ever mentioned something like that. As I pulled away, he still remembered as he winked, trying to continue his thought, thinking I was agreeing by kissing him. So I pulled a card from Rose's book and dropped on my knees not like I didn't want or that I hadn't missed him. Edward moaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I fought with his buckle and buttons. When his pants were around his ankles, I was in front of his boxer clad erection.

"Easy," he groaned when I tugged at the boxers. He helped me, easing the elastic band over his engorged head before pushing them down.

I didn't waste much time before I took him in my mouth. I had missed him so much.

"Fuck… Holy fuck, Bella!" Edward grunted, restraining from pushing inside my mouth.

I increased the suction and pushed him deeper into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat which made me gag. It had been too long since I last gave him head.

"Are you okay?" he rasped out when I left his shaft to cough.

"Yeah, sorry."

"You don't have… Oh, God."

Yes, I have. I thought to myself. I want to. "You've been such a good boy," I said around his head before I licked the soft, pink skin.

"I promise…to be good….for the rest…oh…rest…of my life…Jesus….always."

I smiled and kept pleasing him until he tensed up and warned me that he couldn't hold it. I relaxed my throat, knowing it was best if he shot directly down my throat. With a loud yell of my name, he shot his semen in my mouth. I swallowed, letting his taste tingle in my mouth.

"I love you so fucking much, Bella. More than you know possible."

"Was that a nice welcoming home?" I joke, getting up.

"Nice? The best. I'll be gone more often if you wait for me on your knees."

"Now, don't get ahead of yourself, Cullen," I warned.

"After coffee, you and me on the table. It's a date." He winked, pecking my lips.

"How about the bed? It's so lonely."

"Nah. Can't make it that far," he said seriously causing us both to laugh. "Seriously, I've made so many plans on the plane…only to have them crushed when I got home."

"Oh?" I frowned.

"Yeah, you drove me to the airport…and I left my keys home."

"Hypothetically, were your keys with you, what would you have done?" I asked, pouring the coffee in our mugs.

"Hypothetically," Edward stressed out, running a finger over my bare arm. "I would have…scared you to death. I had the perfect plan."

My eyes widened and I choked on my gulp of coffee. "What? I was expecting…something else."

"Of course, because you're a little sex kitten."

"And you're the bad monster that wanted to scare me!"

"It would have worked. True story." He winked. "You'll have to wait for another time."

"You bet that there won't be a next time. I'm going to buy a baseball bat and sleep with it under my pillow," I announced him.

"Thank you for the hint. What else?"

My eyes tightened before I lowered them. He was hard already. When I looked up again, he was smirking. I took a sly look and ran my hand under his shirt. "The table's getting lonely."

"You think so? Let's not keep it waiting."

*RA*

June brought the end of the basketball playoffs with it which left Edward with free time on his hands.

What better way to spend it other than work on the wedding preparations?

It was always a funny sight to come home to Edward in the kitchen, in the living room, on the bed, even in the back yard, surrounded by papers and with a pencil behind his ear, phone close by.

After a relatively easy day at work, I couldn't wait to find out the new spot I'd find Edward in, but as I pulled the car in the driveway, I saw the house engulfed in darkness. Was he taking a nap? Or maybe he was behind the house with Billy, our neighbor, who loved basketball almost as much as Edward. A few months ago, Edward had bought a hoop just to play with Billy and show him a few moves. I knew better. He had always wanted a hoop.

Unlocking the front door, I realized he wasn't home at all so I took my phone out of my purse and called him. If he had gone to buy dinner, he would have called to ask me what I felt like eating.

"Hello?" he answered between chuckles. Good to know he was having fun wherever he was, I thought to myself.

"Hi. You're not home."

"Oh, shit! You're back! What time is it?"

"Almost six. So, where are you?" I wondered.

"Well, I tired to cook something but…it didn't work. Don't go into the kitchen, please. You might want to kill me," he added sheepishly.

Despite his warning, I peeked inside the kitchen and felt faint. The oven's door was open and on the counter was a tin with something unidentified in it and there was tomato sauce on the floor. Or so I hoped. Please, let it not be blood.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"You went to the kitchen!" Edward exclaimed anxiously.

"Of course I did! What did you do, Edward?" I asked worried.

"It's a very long story. I'm over at Liz."

"Okay, do you want me to come get you?"

"Sounds good. I'll make sure to wear a protection suit," he joked.

"Oh, you better! I might be a little late…gonna drop by and buy the promised baseball bat just for you. An early birthday present?" I suggested slightly annoyed with what he had done in the kitchen.

"Should I say thank you?" he asked. I could almost hear his smile.

Locking back the door, I went to the car. "After I break the bat on your back."

"Are you into that kind of kinky stuff? Should I add mistress too?"

I shuddered. "See you soon Edward." I hung up.

Arriving at the Masens' door, I was about to knock when the door opened to reveal an amused Ed.

"Hi, Bella."

"Hi," I answered quite shocked.

"Your heels gave you away," he whispered. "What did you tell Edward? He said he'd sleep here tonight."

"Really?" I asked amused. "Of course he'd choose a bed over the couch."

Ed grinned and for the first time I saw similarities between them. That smile…it was one thing Edward got from his father…sperm donor.

"Oh, you made it, sweetheart!" Liz said happily, catching me in a hug. "I was just plating your food."

"Oh, I'm eating here?"

"Yes, Edward already ate."

"Speaking of him…" I trailed off.

"He's in his old room. He said something about baseball before going in there."

I giggled, smirking and shrugging when they eyed me concerned.

The food was amazing like usual and after she put the leftovers away for us, like always, I told Liz about my plan. She was to come with me to Edward's door and tell him it was her and before he opened the door, she'd leave me alone there.

"It's a very interesting story." Was all she told me as she led me to his door.

She knocked three times.

"Who is it?"

"It's me," she answered before winking at me and going back to the kitchen.

"Thank fuck. How is Bel… Bella! Holy fuck. I'm so so so so sorry."

It was funny to see him grovel. "I heard you aren't coming home tonight," I started on a hurt tone.

"I thought you would be mad. I destroyed your area. The kitchen is like your sacred area."

"Sure it is and you're going to make it look good as new."

Edward gulped, retracting in the room and I followed, closing the door. "I didn't mean…what happened…"

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"You know that plastic bag that you put meat and vegetables in it and then you shove it into the oven?" he asked, looking down.

"Yeah. We didn't buy one because you didn't think it will make the meat good," I reminded him.

"Uh, yeah. I wanted to make something nice and I called Liz and she suggested that as…something else. I thought it will work with any plastic bag."

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. "You could have burnt down the house!"

"Nearly did, but I realized the smoke wasn't supposed to be there so…I took out the tin and dropped it on the counter. I burnt my fingers." He showed me his right hand that had a band aid over every finger. How could I miss that? "And then… I mean while I…When I saw the smoke I was trying to open that tomato sauce and I dropped the jar. Can you forgive me?"

"How badly are you hurt?" I whispered, taking his hand in mine, causing him to hiss. "Do you have to go to the hospital or something?"

"I nearly brunt down the house and you're worried about me?"

"Of course I am! You were there too and you're more important!" I told him sternly, bringing his fingers to my lips. "So, your hand?"

"Uh, it's nothing. I mean Liz put some medicine on the burn and then I put the band aid although I don't think it's a good idea. I'm sorry, Bella. I was just trying to make dinner."

"No more inventions à la Edward, okay? Stick with what you know. I love mac and cheese. You make the best one." I kissed his lips.

"You'll get sick of so much mac and cheese," he protested softly.

"As long as you're still alive and whole, I'll happily live on mac and cheese for the rest of my life," I told him solemnly. "Promise me now that you won't try things out unless you asked someone before hand. Do I have to start a list 'Things not to try at home'?" I joked, but my pulse was still pounding in my ears. I could have lost him. That thought made me burst in tears.

"Hey, now. I'm fine. I swear," Edward said in my ear, stroking my hair. Then he hissed making me giggle and him chuckle. "Barely."

"Love you, Edward." I kissed his lips.

"Love you too." After a few moments, he pulled back and watched me in the eye. "Can I come home? I'll sleep on the couch."

"You can sleep in our bed but only after the kitchen is spotless."

"That's mean!" he whined.

"Do you want to catch your twenty fourth birthday?"

"Hmmm…" His finger tapped his jaw. "I'd like to."

"Then you clean the kitchen like a good boy and I might let you in bed."

When we left his old room, we found Liz and Ed at TV and when they heard us, they looked up expectantly.

"Are you forgiven?" Liz asked, smiling.

"Not sure. I think it's the couch."

I elbowed him in the ribs. "I told you that you can come to bed after you clean the kitchen."

"Well, that's reasonable. I had to sleep for a week on the couch when I messed with the kitchen," Ed admitted.

"And you deserved it!" Liz groaned, shaking her head.

"What happened?" Edward asked, leaning against the doorframe with an arm around me.

"Why don't you come sit down?" Ed invited us.

We shuffled to the armchair and Edward put me on his lap.

"I had to go for the weekend out of the city, with work," Liz started. "It was the first time I was leavening you for the first time. It was so hard…"

"Oh, I was there?" Edward mumbled.

"Unfortunately." She nodded sadly. "I wished I could have taken you with me, but I couldn't. Why don't you continue, honey?" she asked her husband.

He started with a short laugh. "It was so early on Saturday when you came to me telling me that you were hungry. I just rolled on the other side, telling you to go to your mother. Of course, I realized too late she wasn't home. I usually sleep after eleven on weekends, and it was barely eight when you woke me up," he said with a light smile. "We went to the kitchen and I had no idea what you ate since I never…was there to see considering I was sleeping when you usually had breakfast."

"Didn't I have cereal or something? That's what I remember," Edward said softly. He always wore that tone when he asked about past things, like he was afraid to ask.

"You had, but he had no idea what to do with you," Liz answered.

"Well, I decided to fry some eggs. How hard could it be?" Ed asked. "It was so complicated and they started crackling and there was oil everywhere… You came to inspect the crackling and I stopped you in time before you stuck your finger in the frying egg…but then oil jumped on you and dear God did you scream. It wasn't my fault you were meddling with my cooking."

"I remember the egg thing," Edward said with a smile.

"Yes and while you ate, you cried, refusing to talk to me. Then you made yourself sick with all the crying. I didn't want to call Liz. I wanted to prove her that I could take care of you."

"But you did call me, just after dinner," Liz reminded him.

"There's a long time between the breakfast and the dinner. After you were okay, we were in front of the TV and you didn't seem interested in the movie I was watching so I tried finding cartoons. I found Scooby Doo and-"

"I never liked Scooby Doo," Edward groaned. "It was…spooky."

I gasped, turning to him. "No Scooby? You're not my friend anymore," I declared seriously.

"Oh, shush! It was stupid and so…horrible."

I couldn't believe this. I hadn't heard before of someone to say they didn't like Scooby.

"And? What happened?" I asked, turning my attention to Ed.

"He started whining that he didn't like it and to change it. I kept changing the channels until he stopped me, finally, on ESPN of all things. He was four for Christ's sake! Sports? But now I know why he liked it. There was a basketball game in rerun; I don't even remember who was playing. I remember that I was happy because he was quiet and looked taken with the game so I could do whatever I wanted. Starting lunch was a challenge, but I managed to fry some steaks and make mashed potatoes."

"Oh, mashed potatoes!" Liz groaned, shuddering. "They were everywhere! He had used the mixer and the puree was on the walls, on the ceiling…"

I giggled, realizing that some men were really anti-kitchen.

"When I was almost done, I told Edward to go after bread," Ed continued. "And after an hour I realized he hadn't come back…he should have been back in ten minutes top. I freaked and realized Liz would kill me if I lost him. I decided to go search for him before calling the cops."

Edward started laughing as he probably remembered the story.

"Oh yes, laugh away! You nearly gave me a heart attack. I couldn't find him anywhere and when I came back home, Mrs. Watson was in her doorway. I thought to ask her if she had seen him since she was always lurking in the hallway," Ed joked. "Before I could ask, she told me that she had something that was mine. As we stepped into her flat, she told me how she bumped into Anthony downstairs and how he told her about me not knowing how to cook and wanting his mommy and not wanting to come back home…"

I felt Edward tense up behind me. I was sure that not Ed, nor Liz had realized the Anthony slip, but we had heard it. Ed was so into the story that he forgot to use the name Edward.

"What happened next?" Edward whispered, twining our hands on my lap.

"I found you at her table in the living room, your feet dangling over the chair, a glass of juice in front of you and you grinned at me when you saw me. I asked you if you wanted to come home because she was busy, you shook your head, demanding that I had no idea how to cook and that you wanted mommy. I finally coaxed you back home, promising to find another basketball game. Mrs. Watson promised to help with dinner. I wanted to tell her no, but I couldn't help but thank her profusely. She was saving me. We ate lunch in front of the TV and I made you promise not to tell Liz; then you finally went to your nap and for two hours I could breathe easily. I had to constantly keep an eye on you. God, kids are so hard…"

"Because you weren't used to be alone with him. You just had a kid and that was all," Liz interjected.

"Yeah, and it was better. Kids have so much energy and they tend to hide or disappear," Ed complained.

"He was playing when he was hiding! I think I told you that a dozen times!"

"Yeah, well, you told me that after you came home not before. So when I went to wake you up," Ed continued, turning his attention to us. "You weren't there. I was sure you hadn't left the flat because I would have seen you so you were home, but where? I searched everywhere, even under you bed until I thought to look in the closet. You jumped out laughing then you promptly started crying when I shouted that you scared me and that you weren't allowed to do it ever again."

"I remember I used to do that…with you," Edward said, looking at Liz.

"Of course, it was our ritual when you woke up from your naps. I must have forgotten to mention it to Ed." She smiled.

"You sure did," he grumbled. "Anyway, after a nice dinner, Mrs. Watson provided, I thought you'd go to bed, but…"

"I stole the chocolate from the kitchen while you were in the shower. I remember," Edward added, chuckling.

"And you didn't fall asleep until three in the morning."

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "I always pictured you as a quiet kid."

"Oh, but he was quiet…and you know the saying, Bella." Ed winked at me. "It's always the quiet ones."

Edward laughed under me causing me to laugh too. I was happy we could talk about that and have a laugh. At least, those were good memories.

"And while Edward was jumping around on a sugar high, Ed called me wondering what he should do. I told him to run before I came back," Liz told us, giggling. "When I got home late evening on Sunday, Edward came to me and started telling me everything this moron had done. Needless to say, he slept on the couch for a long time while Edward slept with me."

"That was the last time she ever left me alone with you. Even when she went grocery shopping, you were by her side," Ed explained.

"With good reason too. Poor kid had to hide at the neighbors."

They started bantering about it as I turned to Edward to see a far away look on his face. I traced his square jaw making his green gaze settle on me, piercing through me. A small smile appeared on his face as he squeezed me to his chest.

"I want such nice memories too," he whispered. "With us…"

I knew what he was hinting at and I couldn't help the clench in my stomach. I wanted that too. I wanted it all with him.

"You'll probably sleep on the couch for the rest of your life if you ever do anything like that," I said half seriously.

"Oh, please. That will never happen! I know how to cook," he told me loudly, glancing at Ed.

"You do?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah, I stayed around Esme a lot."

"I know how well you know how to cook. Was it a few hours ago when you came here telling us how you nearly brunt down the house?" Ed asked amused.

"I was trying something new. It didn't work. I make a mean mac and cheese," Edward boasted.

"Really?" Liz asked surprised.

"Oh yes. You can come by tomorrow. I'll make some."

"No offense, but you're banned from the kitchen until I'm sure you are responsible enough to be left alone with my stuff," I interjected.

Edward pouted but let it go. We promised that with the first occasion, I'd let him cook and have them over for dinner. We didn't even have enough plates if they visited – I didn't want to use the beautiful set we got on Christmas. That was for special occasions.

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