Hello peeps...sorry it has taken so long since I last updated, well, longer than I planed, anyway. See, my computer broke down, so I after I got the news that it was actually the hard drive that I had to replace, along with some other parts, all the things that I saved were gone, so I had to re write some of the stuff I planned on posting...

Anyway, here it is. I know the last chapter was probably kind of boring IMO, but hopefully, this one won't be ( or maybe just less boring for ya guys lol)

Some lemons ahead.

As usual, SM owns Twilight, and all her characters. The story plot and the usual grammar mistakes are mine.

Chapter 14

I woke up with the worst hangover of my life, groaning at the fucking awful headache I had.

"Oh god, make it stop," I groaned, instantly wincing at my loud complaining voice.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Not so loud, " I groaned once again, covering the ears with my hands.

"Shit, how can you be so goddamn perky in the morning, or well... afternoon?"

Edward leaned against the doorway, giving me a small smirk. "It's a wonder what two Tylenol's and a shower can do."

Don't know why, but at the moment, that tiny mocking smirk just made me more irritated.

" I don't have time for responding to your playful teasing today. Just get me some pain killers, please?"

"I already did. They are on your night stand."

"Oh. Right. Thanks."

He shrugged. " No problem. I'm gonna make something to eat. Do you have anything particular on your mind?"

"Nope. Just make something light."

He nodded before before stepping out, walking towards the kitchen.

I took the said pills in my hand, swallowing them gratefully with a glass of water, before slowly but surely got out of the bed, my current destination; getting under a hot shower.

As always, Edward was right. The shower really did help.

Seeing him sitting in the kitchen, sipping his coffee slowly, I joined him, pouring myself a cup.

"Felling better?" he asked, taking another small sip.

"Yeah. A bit."

"Good," he said, nodding, but keeping his eyes on mine.

And that look? Why does it look familiar to me?

"Listen..." he started to say slowly, but I cut him off.

"Oh no. Why does it look like this is one of those "we have to talk" look?"

He shrugged, looking a bit apologetic. "Maybe because it is. Look, I was kind of pissed yesterday after..."

"I cock-blocked you?"

"Well, I wanted to say something else, but yeah, that works too."

"Sorry. I had a bit too much to drink, and then you just took so damn long in the bathroom, and..." I let the sentence drift away, both of us knowing what I meant.

"I know. I did too, and if we did in the end proceeded with it all, well...it would just end up being sloppy, too... quick, so..."

Edward didn't finished the sentence. Hell, he didn't even needed to. From his sudden nervousness, and even the little blush that colored his cheeks, it was obvious what he meant.

And to be honest; as much as I liked to see his confidence, which was often, the rare occasion of seeing Edward blush in front of me was just so cute, something that would show me the glimpse of the way how he was in his teen years. Something that was available for my eyes only.

"Awww. You're so adorable when you blush." I teased with huge grin.

"I'm not blushing," he spoke, trying to sound strong, but only succeeded on sounding like a pouty little child.

"Yeah, you are. Look, there it is again."

He tried to cover his cheeks, but the evidence was still there.

"Stop this and eat your stinkin' breakfast already. "

"Yes sir."

He rolled his eyes at my salute, mumbling something about being a smart-ass before he took another sip of his coffee, and a small bite of his bagel.

A ring of his phone interrupted us from supper.

"That probably must be Tony."

"Say hi to the kid."

"Will do."

"Hello." Edward answered with a smile on his face. But the smile didn't last long, suddenly gone, the primary feeling of worry and shock taking his place.

"Hospital? What the hell are you talking about?! Slow down mom. Explain!"

Without another look, he stormed into the bedroom, closing the door slowly.

Sudden panic and nervousness overwhelmed my body. What if something happened to...no, I couldn't even think of that. The kid will be fine. He is fine.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Edward to finish the call, a permanent lines of pain was etched on his face as soon as he took a look in my direction.

"What happened? Is it...Tony?" I asked, the words quickly tumbling out of my mouth.

Edward just looked at me for a long time (or maybe that's just how it seemed) before he finally answered.

"Tony is...okay. It's my dad. He had a heart attack. And mom keeps saying that he will be fine, but...Bella what if he doesn't get better? What if he...he..."

I all but ran the next few steps before my arms were hugging him, trying to comfort him as his head lay low, filling the small space between my neck and my shoulder.

"I can't lose him Bella...I just...can't."

"You won't. It's all going to work itself out. You'll see."

"We have to hurry back home, as soon as we can. I have to run and see if there are any tickets available for tonight, or at least tomorrow morning."

Home? To Chicago? Shit, how to say explain this?

"How about this: You go visit your father, and as soon as he gets better, you can come back."

I could feel his face furrow, knowing he was momentarily confused by my suggestion so I waited on his answer, knowing he wouldn't agree that easily.

Finally, he looked up. "What do you mean 'when I get back?'

"You're coming back with me, to Chicago, and that's the end of the discussion. "

"Edward, I...I don't know anyone there. My home is here, as are my friends and my job."

"What friends? The same one that visited you day after day when you nearly got killed?Yeah, they are just the fucking best. And as for your job...I better not start."

"No, go ahead. Say it. I can take it. I knew you didn't like the idea of me working there..."

He loudly harrumphed, interrupting me, but I didn't pause. "...and you never did. For all I know you kept that little secret for yourself because you were too embarrassed to tell this to your dear little, perfect family."

"They are not perfect," was all he said. I waited the rest, for his excuses to start but there were none. He just kept being silent.

And as much as I knew his opinion about the mentioned 'career', this all was just something that was said out of anger that was starting to build inside me, but would never believe to be actually true.

"I see," I spoke, my voice hard, trying to rein in my hurt feelings. "Why do you even want to fucking take me back when I embarrass you that much? Oh, I know! Maybe...you hoped that when you actually find me I will be this poor little thing, this...crushed damsel in distress, saving me from my terrible nightmare, and trying to change me back into this pre Bella that was a freaking saint, so by the time we come back to Chicago, to your family, you could tell the famous story of how a prince Charming-meaning you- saved me, and brought me back safe and in one piece in a perfected little version of your very own Stanford wife. But do you want to know what I'm thinking right now? That shit just ain't gonna work.

"The fuck are you talking about!? You really think I have some hero complex? Seriously Bella? You don't even fucking know me, do you? All I ever wanted was for you to come home with me. That's it. The rest can work itself out, if we try."

My eyebrows lifted. "Oh really? Well, your plans fucking suck, just like your speeches."

Edward sighed frustrated, a burning fire in his eyes. I have seen this look once; the look of pure lust, yet this one was just different in many ways. This was all rage.

"You wanna stay here? Fucking fine. I'm outta here!"

As he turned his back on me, his hand on the knob, ready to get out of here as soon as possible, I yelled the only thing I had left to say.

"Good!Fucking great. Go! That is the only thing you are good at anyway!"

But as he turned his head, looking straight through me, the anger long gone, he spoke as calmly as possible, shaking his head slowly, sadly. "I think you got that backwards. "

As the first two hours had passed, my anger was still not gone. It was muted by more important body needs like hunger and shower. I tried to relax by watching TV, but as usual, it was rare to find something that wasn't repeated over and over. Hell, all I wanted was one decent show. Instead I compromised with some kind of a documentary about art.

As the fifth hour had passed, the strangest feeling came over me. Well, actually, I was bullshitting myself. It was a very well known feeling; concern.

Yes, I was fucking concerned for him. And even if it didn't make sense, I was afraid that he actually kept his word. That he left for good, leaving me alone so I could continue on living my life as I did before, in this small, little town.

So, without further thinking, I got up from the couch, taking the house keys from the table. But as I opened the front door, I realized Edward was sitting next to it, leaned on to the hallway walls, looking deeply in thought. The thoughtfulness was gone as soon as he heard me approaching, replacing the current emotion with remorse as soon as he recognized me.

I slowly closed the door, sitting next to him in silence, neither of us quite ready to speak.

After a few minutes, it was Edward who broke the silence.

"You were right, you know?" he whispered.

" 'Bout what exactly?"

"I was ashamed. Ashamed to tell the whole truth, to tell my parents the truth about where exactly I found you even though I knew they would never judge. Still, like an idiot I worried about their opinions and thoughts, and yes, my stupid reputation as well. And only now, when I hear myself saying that, it only sounds more stupid. Shallow."

The look he gave me now was earnest and soft. Honest.

"The only opinion that should ever be important to me is yours. But you got to understand something; when I found you...I really didn't know what to do. What to think. I was lost Bella. So freaking lost.

Then, I started to spend time with you and realized, deep down, as much as you acted at times a bit childish, and tried to act strong, independent, trying to prove to me and everybody else that you don't need anyone, but, seeing how much you got used to me, slowly, how much I was gaining your trust, day by day, I really could see the start of old you appearing.

The person you were once, after letting those walls of your down, the caring and kind person you always were. The same way you treated our son over the phone."

"How do you do this?"

"What?"

"I don't know. Succeeding on only ever seeing the goodness in people."

He shrugged. "I guess that's just how I was raised."

"Edward?" I called timidly.

"Yes?"

" I...I want you to know that...I'm sorry for the the things I said, and...I do want to go with you, I do, just..." I bit my lower lip, whispering my next thought. "I'm afraid. What if they don't like me?"

Edward gave a small smile. "That's the last thing you have to worry about. They'll love you, just like they did the first time. Only, this time, you won't be bringing any desert. Hopefully." A silent, amused chuckle suddenly got out of his mouth.

"What did I do this time?"

"You brought a dessert to a family dinner. To shorten the story, you didn't know my mom was allergic to kiwi, and that small fact sent her to the ER. You apologized to her all through the way. She forgave you though."

I nodded. "Good to know." A sigh slipped out my mouth. "Man, how stupid was I, ha?"

"Not stupid. Just really, really freaked out. It was kind of funny to watch."

"Oh shut it you." I said, lightly hitting him on the chest.

A few moments passed before he got up, offering his hand in return. I took it.

"You hungry? I can make you something to eat? A sandwich?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay. Let's go to bed then," I propositioned.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not really sleepy either," he added.

"Good, 'cause I wasn't really talking about sleeping," I said, my hand still in his, opening the door and pulling him towards the bedroom.

As soon as I pushed him on the bed, in a sitting position, my arms went to my clothes, undressing myself for him, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no way to describe the adrenaline I felt or the desire when he looked at me like that. Like lust mixed with awe and desire.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling me by the hand, making me stand between his spread legs, bringing my head down so I could kiss him. The kiss was soft and tender.

Breaking the kiss, I quickly took his shirt off, only to claim his lips once again until we ran out of breath.

Letting him lean on the bed, I straddled him, taking my bra off, and leaning once again, so I could taste his wet lips.

He rolled us over so I was the one lying on the bed, while he moved his way from my lips, to my shoulders, my collarbones, showering my body with kisses, covering every piece of my flesh with his mouth. Tentatively. Lovingly.

As he moved his pace slowly, his attention-as was mine-averted to my chest, he kissed them one or twice before taking my left nipple in his mouth in a soft teasing motion, his hands squeezing and massaging them with fingers of his own, while my fingers were forcing him to come closer, pulling him by his ever soft and unruly hair.

"So good," I whispered to no one in particular.

"We have to take you out of that...mmm...those jeans. Now."

As he said nothing, I took that as an affirmative response, slowly making my way to his jeans, lowering the zipper and taking my time to get my hand on his junior.

He groaned instantly, pulling my hand away. "Not yet baby. Be patient."

"When have I ever been a patient person?"

He said nothing, giving me a kiss before he was back to what I assumed was by now his favorite place. Wait, why did that feel like he just did something akin to motor-boating?

I bit my lip so not to start laughing, but as soon as his hands touched my promised land, it didn't seem to be so funny anymore.

Pulling my panties slowly, he dived in like a mad man. And just like that, the laugh that I tried to keep inside erupted into a giggle.

His head lifted up, the juices of my arousal all over his mouth. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No,no. It was quite...lovely so far..." Lovely? Since when do I ever use that stupid word?

"I just, ummm, haven't done this in a while so..."

I smiled at his endearing face. "It's okay. Just take it slow. If it's not good, I'll tell you."

He nodded, once again diving in.

I had to guide him a few times, but he quickly caught on.

And damn it all if his tongue wasn't just the most talented one in the universe. No wonder the past Bella had married him.

If just his tongue felt this good, I could only imagine what his dick could do.

"Edward...Edward...you have to stop. Now. I'm serious here...Oh god..."

"What is it now? Does it not feel good?"

Do I see a flick of disappointment on his face?

"Oh, no, trust me. It's good. Really good. So much that if you do just another lick, I'm sure I'm gonna have an orgasm so epic I won't be able to do anything but scream your name constantly until it stops.

The smug grin was suddenly there. "And that is bad because..."

"Because I would rather feel something like that when your hard pulsating dick is finally inside me."

He groaned. "Bella..."

My smile was pure evil, kissing him on the neck, my hand finding a path to his boxers again. "What? I thought you like it when I talk dirty to you."

"Bella...I haven't...three years Bella...three years..."

He didn't need to continue for me to know what he was getting at.

"Edward, do you trust me?" I whispered in his ear, playing with it.

"Of course I do. Do you?"

"I do." It was an easy question to answer. One that I didn't even have the need to think about.

"What about the condoms?" he asked.

"I'm clean. Only if..."

"I am too."

"Good. Now stick that beautiful dick inside me already. I'm dying here."

His sudden laugh startled me a bit. "It's never a dull moment with you."

After he finally took his jeans and underwear, he slowly crawled on the bed, spreading my legs, showering them with kisses until he was right there, his hard dick teasing my entrance.

Moment later, I could feel him entering me, inch by delicious inch. Stretching as much as possible.

Both Edward and I groaned at the feeling of him finally being inside of me.

"So good," he groaned taking his time with me. Thrusting with slowness and patience, yet I could feel how much of himself he tried to control.

"Faster, "I moaned, pleading.

He groaned. "Shit.I can't. If I do...shit...I'll just...too fast. Want to make you feel good first."

"You do," I said, wrapping my legs around his hips, taking his ass in my hands, trying to push him into me even deeper, harder.

He groaned but said nothing.

"Let it go. Let me feel you come inside me. I'll be right behind you."

And finally he did. Thrusting a few more times, harder and deeper than before, a groan came out of his mouth, calling my name before he came. And as I promised, few moments later, the orgasm that followed was so strong it felt like it would never end. Unfortunately, like anything good and divine,it did.

I tried to take slow, shallow breaths, hoping my heart will stop pounding like there is an actual possibility of jumping suddenly out of my chest.

As usual, my body searched for his, looking for a place to rest my head next to.

I closed my eyes, not having even the strength to move as I spoke. "Wake me up in the morning, so I can go with you, okay?"

There was no answer, so I assumed just like me, that he was already very close to sleep.

Just as I was on the very edge of sleep I could feel his lips on my forehead, murmuring something to me. I didn't quite hear it or even had the strength to ask for him to repeat, but what I did notice was how much his voice sounded sad.

Only the next morning when I woke up did I realize that he was saying goodbye, a small note of his lying on the pillow.

"I'm sorry."

Just for you guys to be sure, yes, Bella is on the pill, no, she did not know that if you mix some other stuff with the pills, birth control ones will stop their effect.( Hope I spelled the last word correct.) And once again, no, she won't end up pregnant.

This is how I always thought of writing the story, leaving it there. With a few minor changes.

I was thinking two more chapters but I think I'll squeeze it all in just one.

Next stop, Man down.

Thanks for reading. :)