AN: So late today! Sorry!

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Chapter 91

We were studying for finals on my bed. Actually, I was thumbing through cooking magazines. I hated to cook, but I liked picking out what I would force others to make for me.

Baseball Boy, on the other hand, was struggling. Books surrounded him and his hands gripped his hair. I was surprised it wasn't falling out. I wonder what he would look like bald? A thin Mr. Clean? If he ever breaks up with me, I would find out when I angrily shave those locks in his sleep. It's always good to have a plan ready.

"Bella?"

"Huh?" I looked up from my imagining him with a Mr. T Mohawk. There were so many possibilities.

He sighed. "I can't figure this out!"

I glanced at his Calculus book. "You're good at math. I don't get what your issue is."

He scooted over towards me and put his head on my belly. "I can't concentrate on anything."

It was crazy, but my fingers were caressing the same locks I was envisioning removing from his pretty scalp. "Oh."

"All I can think about is slowly touching your soft bare skin and kissing you breasts, so softly. I would enter you gently and my mouth would nibble your neck. I know how much you love that." His hand slid up my shorts and I felt his finger slowly play with the edge of my granny panties.

I liked it.

That sneaky, kinky bastard. Instead of pushing his away, because he smartly wasn't talking about seating arrangements and floral decorations, I licked his nose. "Been sneaking Esme's Harlequins again, my little perv?"

"Yes, ma'am!" He admitted. I knew it!

I pulled off my shirt.

He stared at my boobs. "Oh sweet, pretty pillows! No bra!"

"Get that mouth on my teat and those magic fingers down my pants!" I shimmied out of my shorts. My kid started getting undressed, but stopped and looked up at me in confusion.

"Teats are on a cow!" My kid exclaimed.

"Oh right...it's better than always saying nipple all the time," I argued.

It's fun to use completely odd words to describe things.

"Am I milking you?" He asked. Look who's getting a little snarky. "Chewing cud really isn't your thing."

"Nope, it's Trailer Trash Barbie. Do you see how she goes to town on that gum." I couldn't help, but add, "Her fun bags will be milked soon enough."

I laughed and my kid tried to hide a smile.

He finished getting undressed and crawled on top of me. Stroking my face he whispered, "I love you."

"Ditto," I kissed him. "Pillage me!"

"I hate pirates."

"Aww come on, Captain. You know you want this booty," I stated, as I pinched his booty.

He pushed into me and we went almost slowly, like a boat moored to the dock. As we picked up speed, I thought I heard the door. Nah. I was too in the zone to care.

That's when my door swung open.

Chief Charlie screamed, "Oh my eyes!"

My kid scrambled off me and shouted, "I'm so sorry, sir!"

My father held his hand over his eyes. "Oh damn...I'm going to have to have a shotgun wedding!"

"Dad! Edward didn't do anything wrong!" I exclaimed, clutching the sheet around myself.

"My love! You called me, Edward!" My kid cried out in joy. Damn it.

"I know! The shotgun is for you, Bella!" My dad said, still covering his eyes. "You corrupted that poor boy."

I saw my kid do a fist bump. Oh hells no. He isn't winning this one.

"I'll lose all my scholarships, Daddy. You'll have to dig deep in your pockets with kid's parents." I shook my head sadly. "That or maybe you can help us put a down payment on a used trailer. Either way, you won't be getting the new fishing boat you want."

"Oh," Chief Charlie stated. "You'll wait until you finish college then. I'm going back to work and bleach my brain."

He walked out quickly. We stared at the wall in silence for several minutes, until we heard my dad's car pull away.

I stuck my tongue out at kid. "Suck it, Cullen."

"Oh I will!" He dove under his covers and showed me just what that devious tongue could do.

I won twice this day. All hail to me.