All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Dollybigmomma is the beta love of my life.

Chapter 6 – Dirty Dreams

BELLA

I was about to go after Sam, when I heard laughing.

"Come on, Sam," I heard Edward call, just as he broke through the trees.

I let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me half to death! I thought you were hurt."

He looked at me surprised and noticed the knife in my hand. "Sorry. Mind giving me a hand? I need to hang these up in a tree."

It was then I realized he was dragging three dead cats behind him. I didn't realize how big the momma one was until I saw it stretched out. It was as big as Edward. Much thinner, but the size of its paws was downright scary. The two smaller ones were both larger than Sam, but still obviously her cubs.

"It was a good thing we got them at this size. I don't think I could've taken all three of them on fully grown," Edward spoke as he strung them up in the tree. "We should have meat from these guys for days."

I never thought I would say it, but some roasted cat sounded pretty darned good right about now.

"I hope Sam is hungry. I'd hate to see this stuff go to waste," he said smiling at Sam, who was sitting and wagging his tail, with his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth like a domestic dog.

"You might not want to be around for this part," he said and started cutting the inside leg of the first cat.

I quickly moved to the house to avoid watching the mess he was going to make.

He was out there for a little over an hour. At least I think it was that long. The sun was lower in the sky when Edward came walking in. "Do you have the pantyhose?"

I looked at him confused.

He rolled his eyes at me, and I had to laugh a little, because he had picked it up from me. I pulled them out and handed them to him. When I walked out, I saw him cutting large chunks of meat off the dead animals, wrapping them in banana leaves and shoving them into the pantyhose.

There was little more than skeletons hanging in the trees now. It looked disgusting. He gave me a fairly nice cut of meat to cook for dinner and asked me to bring him out a change of clothes. He was taking the stuffed pantyhose down to the creek to keep it cool and fresh under the water and then take a shower in the waterfall.

Jake was up by the time Edward came back. I noticed Edward looked happy, but tired. "Make sure that's thoroughly cooked," he said poking a small sticking into the fire, making the end glow.

Jake was calling "Da-Da" at him and making his way over to him along the wall. I knew he'd take his first steps soon. Edward picked up his son and headed out the door, calling to Sam. I could hear them right outside the house. Jake was saying, "Tic-tic, ere, tic-tic," which was how he knew I called the chickens. I could hear the chickens jumping around excitedly, but figured Edward was keeping the rooster away from Jake.

When I was sure the meat was cooked all the way through, I stepped outside. Edward was pushing the glowing stick end into the ground. "All done," he said rubbing Sam's head.

The chickens were pecking at the ground, and Jacob was holding onto Edward's shoulder, still calling the chickens. I giggled at the peaceful sight, and Edward looked up, surprised to be caught relaxing. "Dinner ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is. I see you and Sam made friends."

"Of course, I'm the Alpha. I brought home food, and it doesn't hurt that I pulled an army of ticks off of him, either."

"Ticks!" I squealed in disgusted. My whole body shivered, and then I realized what the chickens were eating.

Edward started laughing at my convulsing body.

"That's so freaking gross!" I said as my skin started to get all creepy crawly.

I went inside and served up plates of food for Edward and Jake. I cut myself a piece and gave the rest to Sam who, to my surprise, just nosed his food.

Edward laughed and told me that Sam had already had quite the feast while he was gutting the cats. That was disgusting.

I took the dishes and the laundry down to the creek to wash up and took a bath while I was at it, trying to get rid of that creepy crawly feeling. I brought back a pot of water to boil for breakfast. It was nearly dark when I returned, and Edward was lying down with Jake, who was flopping on the bed.

Once I lay down with him, Jacob settled down and went to sleep. I noticed Edward went right to sleep as well. He must have been exhausted. I shifted Jake off of me and wiggled a little. I still had that creepy crawling feeling on my skin and couldn't sleep. I shifted left and right and flopped around. I was getting tired, but still just couldn't settle down.

I must have bumped Edward as I was flopping and whimpering, because he woke up. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm scared I have ticks on me," I whined. I hated that my period was making me so damned emotional that I was nearly in tears.

He sat up and made a motion for me to come over to him. "I'll check you." I looked at him shocked. "Come on, I want to get to sleep," he growled.

I let out a huff and let him pull me over. I was surprised at how thoroughly he checked my hair and even my ears. Once he was done, he sat back and said. "Okay, take off your shirt, so I can check your back and under your arms."

My face screwed up in displeasure. I didn't really want to get naked in front of him. I mean, he was good looking, but I was on the rag and…

"I was a doctor," he said cutting off my thoughts.

"What?"

"Seeing you naked isn't going to be a big deal for me, because I was a doctor. I can do naked," he said with a shrug, as if it really wasn't a big deal.

I looked at him surprised, not completely sure if I should believe him, but then he lay back when I waited too long and closed his eyes.

"Fine, but you need to check my shirt and my hair again to make sure they didn't fall off into my hair when I took my shirt off."

He rolled his eyes at me and nodded okay annoyed. ANNOYED! He must've been a doctor. Guys didn't get annoyed by naked women!

My back was to him as he checked my shirt inside and out and set it aside. He carefully rechecked my hair, and I thought of having him do this every night. The way his fingers massaged my scalp was very relaxing. He checked my ears and neck and ran his hands down my back, sending a tingle through my body.

"Uncross your arms," he said grabbing my elbows, raising them over my head. It was hard not to squirm as his fingertips ran over my underarms. I suddenly felt overly exposed, even though he was sitting behind me. It didn't change the fact that a man was sitting next to me, while I was naked. I wasn't horribly shy, but I wasn't used to being naked around people, either.

"After your done menstruating, be sure to do your breast exam," he reminded me like a regular doctor. "Stand up, so I can check the backs of your knees." I stood up, and he ran his hands down my legs. I was wearing a pair of little sleep shorts that came in the trunk. "Now lift your breasts so I can see the underside," he said very professionally.

I covered my chest with my hands and lifted my breasts. When he slowly traced his hands under them and down my ribs, a shiver ran through my body.

He looked up at me concerned. "Cold?" he asked.

I just cleared my throat and nodded yes.

"Alright, well, I'll, um, leave the rest for you to check on your own." He flopped back and closed his eyes. I stood there, half-naked in sleep shorts, looking down at the most mysterious man I had ever met. His hands had sent tingles all over my body, arousing me in ways I hadn't thought would have been be possible for him to do.

I looked over at him. Sure, he was an ass, but he was a really handsome one, and apparently a doctor as well. He was obviously not interested in me, because I could see his breathing had already changed, and he was asleep again.

I slid my shorts down and flipped them inside out, checking to make sure there were no ticks and breathed a sigh of relief. I folded them and set them on my shirt, looking over my side of the bed. He was still out. Now I just had to check under my underwear. I was sure I would be clean.

I folded my panties and set them on top of my night shorts. I ran my hands over my bottom. All smooth, no ticks. I breathed a sigh of relief. I glance back at Edward to make sure he wasn't looking, before I checked my girl parts. It wasn't as if I was playing with them, I just didn't want him to see me checking them. It just made me uncomfortable.

I made sure he was deep asleep, before I took my hands and tried to ignore the aroused feelings Edward had left behind, and I checked for smooth skin.

A bump…OH, MY GOD, I FELT A BUMP!

I started hyperventilating. I had a tick on my cooch! I panicked and started whacking Edward's leg in a panic of tears. I was freaking out so bad I couldn't answer when he asked what was wrong. I just pointed down. He looked over at my folded panties and shorts and realized I was checking for ticks. "You found one?" he asked still half asleep.

I nodded frantically in hysterical tears. I knew I shouldn't have sat on the dog's head. That was just plain stupid!

"Fine, fine, I'll get it off. Calm down and tell me where it is," he said, not even bothered by my lack of clothes. He walked over to the glowing fire and picked up a twig with a red coal end.

I squealed, freaking out even more.

"Settle down, it's for the tick, not you. You need to shut up, or you're going to wake up Jacob," he growled. "Now, where is this tick?" he asked more awake.

I was pointing to my cooch.

He grumbled. "Makes sense, since you're menstruating, it would be attracted to there."

I burst out in a hysterical sob.

"Geez, woman, please, just shut up. I'm getting it off. Now lay down and…" he paused as he squatted in front of me and then laughed at himself. "I was going to reach for the stirrups. Jesus, I need some sleep." He grabbed me behind my knees and pulled me down to him, spreading me wide. He let out a sigh and leaned closer. "I'm not seeing it."

"What? It was there. I felt it. Oh, my god, what if it tried to go inside? I'm going to die!" I squealed as quietly as I could, trying not wake up Jacob with my exhausting PMS hysterics.

"Just give me a minute, and I'll look around." I felt him run his hands over my ass, up to the front, and then spread my lips. "Are you feeling any sort of discomfort?" he asked.

I swallowed hard. "No," I squeaked, trying to hide my arousal.

"Are you sure you felt one?"

"Yes, why on earth would I let you..." I flung my hand in the general direction of my cooch, "…if I didn't?"

He scrubbed his face with one of his hands. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. I'm not finding it."

"How can you not find it? It was just there! You have to get it off. It was right here!" I said reaching to where I'd last felt it. I squealed in disgust, "Oh, god! It's still there! Get it! Get it!"

"Where?" he asked, looking down, and I poked at it again, shuddering. He let out a huff. "Bella," he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the little monster. I squealed and yanked it away. He ran his thumb over it. "Settle down, Bella, that's just a mole."

"What?" I sat up shocked. It wasn't as if I could see the area, and I didn't regularly play around down there, either, so how was I supposed to know what was there?

"It's just a mole." He ran his thumb over it again, and it gave me another shiver. "Ticks don't feel like that," he sighed and stood up. "Get dressed," he said and walked out, leaving me feeling like a complete idiot, and totally alone.

A/N: I hope you're all laughing. I am, silly Bella. See, I promised you skin. Don't worry, it'll start getting hotter from here on out. Thanks for reading and please review!