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"Stop!" I gasped out, coming to a stop and resting my palms on my knees. I was so out of shape that our jog to the corner of the street that was a few miles long, left me breathless. Edward was already way ahead, on his way back. "STOP!" I yelled, hoping he heard me.

I needed him to come back since he decided to keep the water. When I looked up, I saw him coming back, faster than our previous jog.

"What's wrong?" he asked worried, towering over me. "Bella?"

"Water," I mumbled.

"Oh, figures," he sighed in relief.

I drank half of the bottle, feeling the heat leave my body and my chest burning.

"Let's run slower," I suggested.

"Or walk?"

"Stop smirking!" I moaned. "You run every day what with your practices and when you play in the backyard with Billy."

"Okay, okay." He nodded seriously. "When you don't have the car, I'm sure you run too. After the bus, or underground."

"Take that back," I hissed.

"Or what?" he shot back playfully but was already running ahead.

"Or…" I didn't have anything smart to say so I closed my mouth and tried to reach him.

He waited for me and we jogged back side by side. "Are you sure you're okay?" Edward asked concerned when I flopped on my back on the front lawn of our house.

"Yeah," I rasped out. "We should do this every day."

"I'm game if you're sure."

"I am, but in the morning when it's not so damn hot and we hadn't eaten," I added.

Edward chuckled, sitting next to me. I watched as he ran his palm over the grass.

"I think it needs a cut," he said almost to himself.

It was quite tall and I hadn't thought of mowing the grass until then. We didn't even have a mower.

"So does your hair," I told him playfully.

"I'll cut it before the wedding," he said, leaning on his elbow. "I didn't tell you, the first thing Mom said when we were alone was that my hair was too long." He rolled his eyes.

"Well, it is. You know I like it long, but it's too long right now." I ran my fingers through it, bringing his head closer.

"The longer the better," Edward said cockily against my lips.

I pushed against his face, narrowing my eyes at him. "Do you have to make everything I say a sexual thing?"

"It's fun to get to you."

"Oh, right, I forgot," I said as seriously as I could. "You like it when I'm angry."

"Yes, you're so fucking sexy when you get all riled up, Bella." He kissed me again, rolling on top of me.

The kiss became hungrier, needier and as his wandering hands went under my pant leg from my shorts, I heard someone clearing their throat.

Holy crap! We were outside.

He jumped off me, looking almost embarrassed. "Uh, good evening!" he said shyly to our neighbor. Billy's dad.

"Hello," I said, waving my hand to him. I could feel my face burning.

"Good evening, you two!" he said with a light smile, before he took a serious expression. "Get a room."

Edward chuckled, raking his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, sir. It won't happen again!"

"Oh, don't make promises you can't keep. I know how it's to be young and in love." He winked, locking his car and making his way to his house.

Edward glanced at me before his eyes lit up. "Mr. Brandon, wait up!" he shouted, sprinting after him. "Do you have a lawn mower?"

"Sure, kid. I'll let you burrow it if you do my lawn too," he said playfully.

"Oh, is the lawn missing Billy?" Edward laughed.

"He's coming back from the camp in a week."

"I see. Sure, I'd mow it if you want." Edward shrugged.

"I was kidding, and you can have it. I tell you, a good time to mow it's early in the morning or around this time so the grass isn't burnt," Mr. Brandon advised him. "Ask Laura when you need it."

"Sure thing. Thank you."

He returned to me and helped me up. "I want more cake, what about you?"

"After I burnt all the cake out of my system, you want me to have more?" I asked incredulously. "I'm going to hit the shower."

Edward opened the door, letting me go in first and as I passed him, his hand slapped my ass making me yelp.

"Edward!"

"What?" he asked innocently, whistling as he shut the door, locking it.

"You're incorrigible!"

"Can I shower with you?"

"No, you have a date with the cake."

"Damn right, I do." He kissed my head before rushing to the kitchen.

"Don't eat it all! It's a chocolate cake and if you don't sleep tonight it's your own fault," I shouted after him.

"I trust you to tire me out!"

With a giggle and feeling lighter than I had felt the whole week, I went to my much needed shower.

*RA*

A week later, on Saturday morning, I woke up to a weird buzzing sound coming from outside. It was annoying as hell. I had been so tired when I had arrived from work that after eating Edward's newest invention, I fell right asleep.

The buzzing sound kept coming from outside and with a loud groan, I flung my legs over the edge of the bed and padded to the window, ready to shout at whoever was renovating to stop it. I was sure it wasn't even eight.

The sight that greeted me made my words catch in my throat. Edward had our neighbor's hand mower and was walking around our back lawn, shirtless and only in some red shorts. Damn, that was a nice sight in the morning.

I couldn't help myself but lean over the window and whistle loudly. He looked up and waved to me before cutting off the engine of the machine. Ah finally, quiet. My ears were buzzing.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, running his forearm over his forehead.

"Of course you did, but you're forgiven! You look delicious." I clapped a hand over my mouth, not knowing where that came from.

He laughed. "If you're awake, can you throw me a towel? I'm breaking a sweat."

"Sure, hold on," I said before turning around.

"Oh, and Bella!"

I went back to the window to see what else he wanted.

"And some water, please."

I showed him my thumb before going to grab a towel and water from the fridge. When I reached the kitchen, I could hear he had restarted the mower. I didn't want to know how many neighbors cursed him into the next week for waking them up so early on a Saturday morning.

Leaving through the back door, only when I stepped on the freshly mowed grass, I realized I had forgotten to put my shoes on. The feeling was so nice, to feel the grass between my toes that I didn't want to ever wear shoes on the grass.

Edward didn't see me so I sneaked behind him and draped the towel over his shoulders. He jumped a little then cut the mower's engine again.

"Thanks," he whispered, running one end of the towel over his face. "It's so fucking hot outside."

"Water," I said, pressing the glass to his hand.

He drank gratefully before giving it back to me. "It looks better, huh?" he asked, looking around.

"Definitely. Did you do the front lawn too?"

"Not yet. I decided to start with the back." I barely focused on his words as I watched a few droplets of sweat rolling down his chest. "My eyes are up here, Swan."

I quickly looked up into his deep green eyes and shot him a smile. "You look good like this," I whispered.

"Thanks." Edward grabbed my hand, yanking me closer to him before pressing his lips to mine. I moaned in protest since I hadn't brushed my teeth, but he kept me close.

After he released me, I stumbled back inside while he kept mowing. I brushed my teeth quickly before starting breakfast; sure he'd be hungry when he was done. Some time later, when the bacon and eggs were done, I heard him move to the front lawn and decided to join him. I wanted to see him domestic. It was rare when I had time to watch him do such domestic things.

"Water?" I asked when he passed me. He nodded and I offered him my prepared glass.

I could watch him do this the whole day and never get tired. The way his back muscles flexed when he moved, the way his biceps bulged out, his abs, his ass…damn, his ass looked so good with the shorts clinging to his perfect cheeks. And his legs were so sexy – could legs be sexy? I finished my inspection with his feet that were bare and that made my stomach clench in need for him. There was something about bare feet, I couldn't tell what, but it was a great turn on.

"I'll be right in, gotta give Mrs. Brandon the mower back," Edward said, bringing me down from my daydream.

"Sure," I sort of squeaked before going inside.

When Edward returned, I had plated the breakfast and was sipping from my coffee, trying very hard not to think of my earlier daydream.

"Mhmm, smells great in here," he moaned, stopping in the doorway. "But I'll shower first."

"Sure."

"Are you okay? You look a little red."

"Me? I'm fine," I told him, gulping loudly as my eyes traveled down his naked chest.

With another uncertain look, he went to shower.

Don't follow him.

Don't go.

Let him shower the sweat away.

Do not follow!

My pep talk went out the window when Edward returned to the kitchen, naked and with a sheepish look on his face. I watched amazed as he went to the cupboard under the sink and grab something… All I could see was his naked ass.

"Fuck it," I said to myself and turned him around, smashing my lips to him. He staggered into the sink, caught by surprise but answered in kind. "What did you need?" I asked between kisses.

"Shower gel. We put it here when we shopped, remember?"

"Uh, right. Sorry about that," I mumbled, taking a step back. I had just jumped him.

"Oh, don't be sorry, you just surprised me." He grinned before turned to leave then stopped and looked back. "Shower with me?"

He didn't have to tell me twice. I was the first in the shower, making him laugh.

*RA*

"Did you see my green boxers?" Edward asked, poking his head in our bedroom, looking agitated.

"They're probably washed," I said calmly while folding clothes.

We were packing for our trip to Port Angeles. It was a week before the wedding and we finally started acting like two persons that were getting married. It had finally sunk in. I wasn't showing the nerves as much as him. I wanted everything to go well too, but Edward was wearing himself out with the worries.

"They're not there!" he told me.

"Did you look in the hamper? I don't really have time to look now," I told him, gesturing to the mess that was sprawled on our bedroom's floor.

"Hamper? That means they're not washed, right?"

"Most likely."

He disappeared to search in the hamper probably. The only thing he didn't like was the washing machine. He had told that he always found it freaky, especially when he was little, telling me that the old washing machine was making weird sounds and it was shaking. Like any washing machine, of course. Then I had told him, "There goes my fantasy to have sex on the washing machine," to which he had told me that I was insane, but later in that week when I was checking to see if it had finished washing, Edward had put me on top of it and we had some amazing sex.

"Nope, not in there!" he said, coming back to me.

I hadn't stumbled over them in my packing so that meant only one thing. "Come here." I crooked my finger and wriggled it.
"Are they here? Honestly Bella! Why did you make me look in the bathroom?"

"I have a pretty good feeling I know where they are," I told him seriously and as he stopped in front of me, I grasped the side of his sweatpants and tugged down making him yelp and cling to his pants.

"What are you doing, woman? Aren't you on that time?"

I swatted his hand away and lowered his sweatpants to reveal the green boxers. "Ta-da!"

He looked down confused then his eyes grew comically wide. "Fuck, I'm getting old."

"That you are, sweetie." I patted his ass before turning back to folding.

"Seriously, I feel stupid. Like the grandma asking about her glasses and she had them on her nose."

"Edward, it's okay. Help me here."

He fell next to me, pouting.

"Can I get a hint of where the honeymoon is so I know what to pack?" I whispered, bringing up the subject for the first time.
"If I knew, I'd tell you," he answered, smoothing his hand over one of the shirts.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

Edward looked up at me. "I wanted to go somewhere in Europe, but Mom told me not to worry because she had it covered. Then I went and asked Dad about it and he told me that was our surprise present from the parents – all three of them."

"Your parents and my Dad?" I asked. "It sounds nice, actually."

"No." Edward shook his head. "Three sets of parents," he corrected himself. "Your mom and dad and Phil, Mom and Dad and Liz and Ed. Crazy, I know. But this is an advantage of having many parents."

We burst in laughter. "Well, can't I get a hint? Is it cold? Is it warm?" I said after some time.

"You can call Mom and ask, but I don't think she'll tell you. A surprise should be a surprise…like not seeing your dress," he added bitterly.

"Are you still upset?" I asked in disbelief.

"Mildly put out," he said seriously, but it made me laugh. "Sure laugh away."

"I want to see yours," I said. "And I'm not complaining I can't see it."

"I think you see mine everyday," he shot back.

"Isn't it in Port Angeles?"

Edward tried to keep a straight face but soon burst in laughter. I looked at him worried. What was so funny about this?

"Didn't you say that you left your suit there?" I asked confused.

"Who says I'm talking about my suit?" he asked then burst in a fresh round of laughter. "Suit."

"Are you crazy?" I wondered.

"Don't you get it?"

"No?" I said uncertain.

That made him laugh harder. After what felt like hours, he told me why he was laughing. "I have it here, but no suit," he said, wearing a huge grin. When I raised my eyebrow, he pointed between his legs.

Rolling my eyes, I punched his shoulder playfully and went back to folding.

"Why aren't you laughing? It's so fucking funny! You were so serious!"

"Because it's really not that funny," I said seriously.

"Party pooper." He nudged me with his knee.

"I wonder when you'd finally grow up," I said dramatically, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Ow! That hurt."

"Sorry," I whispered, leaning into him to kiss his cheek.

"Are we making this a wedding tradition?" he asked theatrically.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rising his wife beater to inspect his rib.

"Bruises," he told me sternly.

"Oh, no. It's not my fault you bruise easily."

"Look who's talking," he told me amused. "If I do this-" He pressed a finger to my arm "-you'll have a bruise by tonight."

"Thank you. I needed that," I grumbled, rubbing my arm.

"Anytime," he said sweetly and got up. "I'm gonna start dinner."

When I finished packing, it was late and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Are you done?" Edward asked, returning to me. I guess it was a good idea he had stayed away. I wouldn't have finished if he stayed in my way.

"Yeah, you have to zip it, though."

"You really should choose your words better, Bella."

I groaned, getting up and moaning as I grabbed my back.

"How about a massage after dinner?" he whispered, coming to me and running a hand over my back.

"Sounds perfect. I should have moved, but I wanted to finish today."

"I hope you like what I did. We should have thought when we decided not to buy food because we'd be gone," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. "I fried some chicken and added some Mexican mix. It tastes pretty good."

"I'm sure I'd eat anything. Besides, you know I love anything you cook." I kissed his cheek fondly.

"That's when I don't burn the kitchen."

"Right."

The food tasted divinely and the massage he gave afterwards relaxed me so much that I fell asleep. I hadn't meant to fall asleep, but it happened.

In the morning, I left him sleeping and went to my last day at work before my much needed vacation. I didn't have much to do and I got bored. The last few hours were the worst and my colleagues kept snickering when they saw me looking at the clock.

At six sharp, I started packing my things, happy I could finally go. Just as I was saying goodbye to Derek and Kim, Martha, our supervisor, burst into the office.

No. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I didn't have to stay more.

"You wouldn't believe who I just saw!" she said enthusiastically.

"Some actor or singer you like?" Kim asked, looking quite bored. We all knew how excited Martha got when some important person came to our firm.

"He's a professional athlete," she announced to us, attracting Derek's attention. Men and sports.

Then there was a knock on the door and I, being closer, opened it wondering how late I was going to have to stay. To my surprise, Edward was on the other side, a huge smile on his face.

"Edward!" I shouted in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting insurance for my hands," he joked, bringing me closer to him and kissing me.

I heard Martha shriek from behind me and it fell into place. Professional athlete…Edward. Dang! They didn't know I was dating him, or more accurately, I was marrying him in just a week.

"Bella Swan!" Martha yelled.

"Uh, yeah?" I mumbled turning in his arms to look at her.

"How could you keep him a secret? When did this happen?"

"In college," I explained. "I really didn't think it was important to tell you who I am dating."

"Dating?" Edward asked amused. "We're engaged, Bella. Are you going to change your name after the wedding?"

"Wedding! You're marrying him!" Martha asked confused. They knew about the wedding, of course, but they didn't know it was him.

"Oh, I'm Derek and I've got to say that I think you did amazing the last season."

Edward shook his hand and smiled, but it wasn't his smile. Crap. Was he upset I hadn't told my colleagues about us? I hadn't even thought about it. I mean I told them Edward this and Edward that but just about it. They didn't need to know more. I knew they'd overreact – exactly what they were doing at the moment.

He kept me to his side as he answered their questions, but every now and then he'd peek at me with a frown on his face. He was really upset and I had no idea what would happen when we'd be alone.

"We have to go. The flight is early," I interrupted them after an hour.

"I still can't believe you're marrying Edward Cullen!" Martha told me as she hugged me.

I gave her a tight smile before saying goodbye to Derek and Kim.

Edward said goodbye too then grabbed my elbow and we walked to the elevator. I wished there would be someone with us in there. I didn't want to be alone with him at the moment. I didn't want to fight.

When the elevator's doors opened, we stepped inside. It was empty. As the doors closed and we started descending, I kept my eyes on my feet.

"Fuck," Edward hissed making me look up at him. Suddenly I was in his arms and he was kissing me hungrily, one of his hands making its way under my skirt to my ass. "Fuck, Bella," he murmured, backing me into the wall. "Why?" he groaned, pulling back and pressing his forehead against mine. "Why?" His voice broke and I felt my heart twisting.

I really hurt him. I never wanted to hurt him. In any way.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, stroking his cheeks. "I told them about you…just not…who you are. It never came up and…I knew they'd freak," I explained on a small voice.

"Why's that? They acted pretty normal. You met the team."

"I know. Look, let's talk about this home," I told him as we reached the lobby.

He grabbed my elbow again, walking briskly to his car. He was acting like a caveman, but I quite liked this side of him.

The second we stepped inside the house, Edward took me to the couch. "Sit."

I sat down quickly, preparing a speech I had outlined in the quiet car ride, but he beat me to it.

Pacing like a caged animal, with his hands in his hair, he started talking.

"How come they had no idea you were with me? Have you never talked?"

"Of course, I did!" I said outraged. "But you were just Edward."

"Just," he mumbled hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that. Edward, I never meant to hurt you but honestly we never got to talk about this. If they had asked-"
"So you didn't tell them I play basketball? You didn't tell them how happy you were when I won a game or that award?" he asked skeptically. "Bella, I know you. You would have told them, but you didn't. Why?"

"Uh… I didn't want to be treated differently, or to hear them saying who knows what about being with a celebrity, the Bulls' player. Honestly, Edward. They know now and I'm really sorry I didn't say anything before."

Edward came to a stop in front of me and crouched between my legs, bracing his hands on my knees.

"When we first met I honestly had no idea that you would be so important to me. I have learned so much from my mistakes," he told me seriously. "I won't pretend I'm not upset because I am, but I understand you. I think. It's hard to be with a celebrity, huh?"

Now, he was freaking joking. What should I understand from this?

"Well, it kinda is. I have no idea what to do or say," I admitted.

"You have to get used to it because of what I heard it gets tougher after we get married."

"I'm ready." I ran my fingers through his soft hair. "And…I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you." Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me on the edge of the couch before kissing me softly. "But don't do it again."

"Do I have to remind you that I didn't know anything about your teammates until I met them?"

"But they knew of you. That's the difference." He stood, scratching the back of his head.

I could feel the tension between us growing and I didn't like it one bit.

"I'm gonna…shower," I mumbled, having no idea what else to do.

Edward switched the TV on, sparing me just a short glance that said "I may pretend I'm ignoring you, but inside I'm dying to be with you."

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