Running the Mile

"Pick up the pace, ladies. You're not gonna outrun a machine gun going a slow as you are."

"I don't plan on ever being within a mile radius of a machine gun, but thanks for your concern," Lauren says to General Caius, as he's instructed we call him.

I roll my eyes, and begin to swing my arms, thinking that it might make it look like I'm putting some real effort into this.

"Come on, Private Swan!"

No dice.

I huff and quicken my pace to a light jog.

I've always known this man is crazy.

"Don't listen to him, babe, you're doing great," Edward says as he passes me for the second time.

I smile.

"Hear that, General?" I call across the track, "Edward says I'm doing great."

"Edward is also under the impression that the sun shines out of your ass, Swan, but that is the second furthest thing from the truth," he calls back with a scowl.

"And what's the first?"

"That you are even remotely proficient in any physical activity."

That would really hurt if I cared.

"So I guess things are going well between you two?" Lauren asks.

My eyebrows raise, "The General and I?"

"You and Edward, dummy."

I shrug.

"You haven't complained about him in weeks," she informs me.

"There's not much to complain about."

"That's not what the old Isabella would have said," she says.

I shrug again.

"For what it's worth . . . even though I don't like the kid . . . and that it wasn't easy . . . I'm glad you decided to give it a try."

"Yeah, me, too."

It really wasn't easy.

But after that first night . . . things were put into perspective for me.

There's no reason to fight it.

The connection is always going to win in the end.

So I'd decided to just flow with it . . . see where the wind takes me, as they say.

And so far I haven't been led astray.

I wouldn't call it smooth sailing, as Edward has always expected of my transition into being a mate, but it hasn't been horrible.

Edward isn't nearly as bad as I'd thought he was.

Though he does often make an ass out of himself.

Like right now, when he and his groupies, Emmett and Jasper, just finished their last lap, and are dancing around the General.

I never thought I'd see the day when this sight would make me do anything other than shake my head.

But I'm laughing, now.

And I think that it's a good thing.

"Ugh, could you please go put your boy in check," Lauren groans, covering her eyes as Edward thrusts his pelvis.

I smile.

"Gladly."

A/N: Did any of you notice the double meaning of the chapter title?

And just so you know . . . I fucking hate running.

But running the mile in gym class scars you for life.

That is if you're like me . . . one of the last ones to finish.

:)

~ Madison~