AN: Enjoy.

Chapter 57

Baseball Boy was twitchy. It wasn't his normal twitchy, which was only a little distracting. This was almost full on convulsions. Very distracting indeed.

"Should I take you home? I think Doc Cullen should take a look at you." I patted his back awkwardly. Sick people creeped me out.

He jumped out of my truck and ran to my door. Tripping and stumbling the whole way. Well this was awkward.

It took some effort on his part to get it open, but finally the door swung open. It knocked him on his ass.

"Oww!" He looked up at me with glazed over eyes. I jumped out of the truck and pulled him up.

"We should just go back to your house," I stated. This wasn't going well.

He pulled me towards him. Whoa.

"We're staying." Double whoa. Forceful kid was here to play.

He kissed me. It curled my toes. I never understood that expression until now. It was still stupid, but I understood it.

"Do you have a blanket?" he asked quickly. He was stroking my hair. His eyes were searching my face. Intently. Oh.

"Yes." My eyes were wide. "My dad put one in the back of the truck."

He let me go and went to the back of the truck. He spread it onto the hard ground.

I was only planning to show him the bullfrogs and make out for a little bit. They were gross. I wanted one for a slimy pet. I was going to put it in Tanya's locker.

Baseball Boy had other plans. Oh shit.

He kissed me again. Oh.

I was picked up and before I could protest, lowered onto the blanket. It was scratchy. It was wool. Damn it.

Slowly my shirt was being unbuttoned. My kid gazed at me. "I love you."

Oh. This was it. Eek.
He pulled off his tee-shirt. He really was attractive. I bit his chest.

Where the hell did that come from?

"What's happening here?" I asked. I was nervous.

He stroked my face. "Do you love me?"

"Sure." I started blinking. I think I got dirt in my eyes.

"Close enough." He unbuttoned my jeans. "Is this okay?"

"Sure."

My pants went down around my ankles. His fingers stroked. It was nice. I guess. I was having an internal panic attack.

Something bit me. A mosquito. Damn it.

Baseball Boy pulled down his jeans and there it was. It was big. It looked like a sausage. It was the most frightening thing I ever saw.

"Will you kiss it?"

"Kiss what?"

He pointed down to his trouser snake. He must be going mad. I heard that people did those things, but that was so unsanitary.

"I'm supposed to touch that thing with my mouth?"

"Emmett said it was great?"

"For who?"

My kid looked confused. "Both of us."

"I highly doubt that."

He smacked his neck. The little blood suckers were getting him too.

"Please."

I hated when he begged. I kissed it. It was weird.

"Just a little more," he pleaded as he batted at my breasts like they were balloons.
More of the damn begging.

"Fine." I gagged on it. Another mosquito made me a late night snack.

"So nice, baby!" I bit him. I warned him about pet names.

"Sorry!" He cried out.

Something salty hit my tongue. It was nasty.

I pulled my head away. "No more of that."

"We can work up to it!" He smiled brightly at me and slapped away another mosquito.

In your dreams, jelly bean.

He bent over me and kissed my nose. "Will you marry me?"

"Ask me when we're elderly."

"Will you marry me?"

"If I say someday, will you shut about about it?" I kissed him.

"Yes."

"Someday." He kissed me and we rolled off the blanket and into pine needles. The rash from the blanket was now turning into hives from the needles. The mosquitos were going on a rampage.

We kissed, touched and tried to ignore the need to scratch. It wasn't working.

"Will you make love to me?" His face was so sweet.

"Someday."

"Not tonight?"

I kissed him. "No. The mosquitos are making us into a midnight snack."

He grasped my face. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He made me into such a girl.

XXXXXX

The next day, we tried to clean Emmett's yard for the Redneck Wedding Extravaganza.

"Why the hell are you two looking like you were on the losing end of the zombie apocalypse?" Emmett looked at us like we were going to eat his brains.

My kid smiled. "We're both allergic to pine needles. It's destiny, Em!"

He might be right.