None of this is beta'd. I appreciate my volunteer-pre-reader, but I'm a little behind already and I don't want to waste more time waiting to post. And thank you all for still reading and letting me know whether you like it or not. I like honesty...just not nastiness. O.o
SM OWNS IT ALL.
"No…no, you don't have to. She's just upset still. She's gonna take a nap, so she'll probably be in a better mood later," I try to reassure him.
He nods, trusting me.
Sure enough, Sophia fell asleep in my arms. I try moving her to look at her face and her head just lolls to the side.
"What'd I tell you? She always falls asleep after screaming her lungs out."
"Yeah?" He scratches the back of his neck. "She does that a lot?" he asks nervously.
I decide to scare him 'cause he's gullible right now.
"This goes on way into their teen years…that is until the teenage angst kicks in and then we're really screwed," I say nonchalantly.
His face is classic—horror-stricken. I like it.
Eventually, he narrows his eyes at me. "You're fucking with me aren't you?"
I nod and giggle.
"I mean, she has her moments and they will probably follow her as she grows up."
I put my little terror to bed and head back to the kitchen where I left Edward. When I walk in, I catch him sniffing the food on the stove.
"Please don't drool on my food," I tease. He spins around looking sheepish.
"That looks really good." He points behind him.
"Mhmm, it is," I say and don't move from my spot. When he starts to fidget, I stop messing with him. "Fine!" I groan, "I'll feed you, go sit on the table." I point with my chin.
His face lights up and I can't help but laugh. The man has never said no to my food.
"Oh my god…so good!" he moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head. I squeeze my thighs together. He's talking food; I'm thinking sex…with him. Goddamn sexy. "Bella…feed me forever, please," he begs. And he's serious too—it makes me giggle.
What's with all the giggling? Whatever.
"That was the plan at one time…" I murmur. I keep my eyes on my plate, and I toss the food around—I'm not so hungry anymore.
He has to know that I wanted a life with him—a family.
"Bella…Please look at me."
When I look up, I want answers. I don't care that he's looking at me with sadness in his eyes. If I'm going to do this with him, I want to know everything about his life away from me.
I'm probably going to start making these a little longer...probably. Cutting the chapters is annoying me now.