One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33. And to my newest help: Momma Laura.
Present time
Our first dress shopping trip is successful for Victoria and Esme. Rose doesn't find anything, and Mom's way too picky—just like me.
There are a few decent gowns that catch my eye, but one of them is way too expensive and even though our parents offered to help, I'm not crazy. The others didn't have that little something extra to make me take them home.
Besides, we're just in July now. There's time.
Esme buys an elegant, long red dress. It has a sweetheart neckline and a soft lace blazer. She definitely looks like the mother of the groom in this dress.
Vic finds a knee-length red dress—the sixty's style. If she does her hair up in a nice bun, she'll look like Audrey Hepburn. Of course, she gives me a dubious look when I mention Audrey. I wave her off, laughing.
Alice sets the next girls' shopping trip in two weeks' time. Next week she's going with the guys.
I'll be busy, swamped in hair style catalogues.
Apparently I can't just curl my hair and clip it like I did for all those Christmas/New Year parties at work. Bummer.
Rosalie is the first to say goodbye to us since she has to go home and grade some papers for kids in summer classes.
Esme takes Victoria home to finish packing. She got in the college she wanted, which is in Chicago. Of course, she wanted that before she started going out with James. I wouldn't put it past her to give up her dream and attend NYU.
That leaves Alice and me. I take her home.
Edward had to go out of town for business after we left this morning, and I'd go crazy if I had to stay alone the rest of the day—what's left of it, anyway.
Slob's right at the door when I get home, and he rises on his back legs, kind of hugging me.
"Hey, big boy." I pet his head. "Hungry?"
He whines, sitting back down and cowering against my leg, growling softly at Alice.
"Don't be scared. He's more bark than bite," I joke, taking hold of the collar and dragging him to the kitchen.
"Nice house," Alice whistles, following me.
"It belonged to Edward's grandparents. His grandpa passed when he was in college, so the house was his when he graduated."
"This is a real inheritance, not like the one I got. I inherited a small street shop with rats in it, but I think it worked out well." She beams at me.
"I never inherited anything," I tell her. "You're lucky."
I make two cappuccinos, and we take them to the living room. I plug-in the iPod dock, press play, then settle on Vic's beanbag.
"Man, my feet hurt," I grumble.
"That was a mild shopping session," Alice says dismissively.
"Mild? Are you nuts, woman? We visited half of New York's wedding stores."
"If you hadn't given up, we'd still be out there. Usually when I take brides shopping, we're pushed out the stores at closing time."
"I'm not most brides, in case you haven't noticed," I say drily, taking the box of smokes from the table. I offer it to Alice, but she declines, scrunching her nose.
I shake one out and light it up. I need it after not having one all day. I try to be good around the parents, even though everyone knows of my bad habit.
"So…how did you two meet?" Alice asks, getting comfortable on the couch.
"That's funny," I laugh, inhaling nicotine. "We met at Rosalie's birthday party. He was dressed as Santa and…covered in lipstick kisses. It was lust at first sight." I grin. "Only in the very next day, I realized we worked in the same place, and he was my supervisor. Awesome, huh?"
"Stuff like that only happens in movies."
"Real life, too. We were going strong until last year… Last month was kind of the anniversary of when it happened," I mumble. "As time passed, our feelings changed, but we never acknowledged it. Or, I didn't, because Edward couldn't exactly hide his. Anyway, it took a surprise birthday party for him to make us admit everything through loud shouting in the middle of the company. To make a long story short, I left in a hurry because I thought he couldn't share my feelings. I thought those looks and everything…well, it was just for show. Dunno." I shrug, taking in another drag then slowly releasing it to the ceiling. "I stormed out of the building and was crossing the street between cars…when I heard Edward yelling after me. I almost got to the other side when I heard tires screeching…" I gulp, my eyes watering. God, it's so hard to talk about it. "Metal clashing with metal. People screaming… I turned to find him on the ground."
Alice is next to me in a blink of an eye, hugging me.
I sniff, running a finger under my nose. "He had to stay in a wheelchair for half a year. He only recently started walking again. It still hurts him from time to time, but we decided to put the past behind us."
"I'm so sorry I made you all sad. You can share how he proposed to make you smile again."
I snort, glancing at her. "It has to do with the above mentioned. When we were still in the office, one moment we were yelling our lungs out, the next he was kneeling, asking me to marry him. That's when I lost it and left." I tap the diamond on my finger. "I found the ring at the hospital..."
"That's a really beautiful rock," she nods.
"When I pulled my head out of my ass, and we talked it out, I realized how stupid we'd both been. I vowed never to take this off."
"Never?" she asks amused.
"Yeah, it didn't work in my favor when I washed my hair or I thought I sprained my wrist and had to have it X-rayed. Edward was mostly amused when I apologized for taking it off to wash my hair."
"You're crazy, Bella."
"Crazy's my middle name. I have to be crazy to willingly be part of Edward's insane family."
It's nice to get to know Alice like she is, behind her glamor wedding planner façade. She is totally all girly and loves pink, but she's the best friend I never had. Everyone speaks of this best friend that you talk about anything with and share your deepest darkest secrets—I never had this. Until Alice.
I still can't believe how one click on an advertisement on the side of my Facebook wall changed my life. Ironically, it was an advertisement, yeah. But it brought me to the best wedding planner known to human kind and to my longed-for best friend.
It's late in the night, and Alice left hours ago. I'm snuggled with a throw on the couch in the entertainment room, watching a comedy with Ben Stiller when my phone buzzes next to me.
I'm trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard as I press the green button.
"Hello?" I answer, taking in a huge gulp of air.
"You okay?" Edward asks.
"Yeah, just laughing my ass off. You?"
"Oh, you sounded like you were crying. I thought you missed me so much you were crying," he teases me.
"Don't flatter yourself, Cullen. I'm having fun with Mr. Stiller."
"Bastard," he mutters, sounding amused. "Well, how did it go today? Any luck?"
"Sadly, no. Next week is your turn, then mine again."
"It's like at the roulette thingies in fairs. Ten more dollars for a shot."
"Edward!" I snort, nearly falling off the couch.
"What? It's true. Try again and again and again…with no result."
"I'll have a result, don't worry."
"It will be much cheaper if you buy nice lingerie from La Perla and show up in that."
"It'll be winter, honey."
"You can wear an overcoat."
We start laughing at the crazy idea. I can imagine people's faces.
"I miss you, crazy man," I admit once I calm down.
"I miss you like crazy, too."
I giggle, my eyes watering.
"You're crying," he accuses me.
"How do you know that?" I ask, confused.
"Meet the Fockers is my favorite out of the three movies."
My head whips around, and I find Edward in the doorway, grinning at me.
I ditch the phone and run to him, jumping in his arms. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I don't even care why you're back early."
"We made the deal in a few hours, and then I took the first plane home. I missed you, baby." He kisses me passionately, making me melt in his arms.
He walks into the room, lowering me on the plush carpet in front of the couch before proceeding to show me how much he missed me. We haven't made love so slowly or had this much of a connection in ages. I guess a day apart is too much for us.
Sweaty and drowsy, we take a shower before crashing on the bed, snuggled up.
The warmth of the sun on my back wakes me up. I can't find a cold spot on the bed, and Edward seemed to take up all the space on the bed.
I give up trying to sleep and decide to start the day. A look at the clock shows me it's freaking ten in the morning.
I know I put on the movie around ten last night, and Edward arrived about halfway there. Wow. I slept like the dead.
"Waking up?" he mumbles from behind me. His hand slaps around the bed until he finds my back then his arm sneaks around my waist, dragging me back. "Snooze time."
"Wakey time," I joke, rolling around and kissing his face.
"No," he grumbles, hugging me tightly, tracing his fingers down my spine. "Can we stay in bed all day?" he begs in that sexy morning voice of his.
"Sorry, no can do."
"Why's that? Give me a sound reason."
I lift my head off his chest and look him square in the eye. He raises a brow, looking amused.
"I'm hungry." I grin.
"Well, we can work on something quick then come back here."
"Deal!" I beam at him.
After a bathroom stop, we rush downstairs, listing stuff we feel like eating. When we reach the kitchen, it's like we're on the same frequency as we blurt out the same thing.
"Chocolate cake!"
Laughing, I start taking out ingredients after turning on the oven to heat. "You're helping me." I point to him with the eggs I grab from the fridge.
Edward winks and bends to take out a bowl and then the mixer.
It's gonna be fun.
"So what are we making?" he asks as I arrange all my ingredients on the counter.
I scratch the side on my jaw. "We'll see the result." I grin and push him away to get to the bowl.
Cocoa, flour, baking powder, and salt go into the first bowl.
"Get another bowl, honey. Now, mix the butter with sugar," I instruct. It's not every day he willingly helps, but I know what a disaster he can be in the kitchen so it's for the best he stays away. Under my close supervision, Edward manages to follow my instructions. "Okay, now I'll add the eggs. After each one, you keep mixing. Carefully, mind you," I add quickly. "Don't lift the mixer!" I shout.
Jesus.
In the end, he manages to mix everything without spilling anything.
"Turn it down while I add the vanilla. We don't want vanilla extract everywhere."
Once he's done, I combine the bowls, add cream and more flour, pour everything in a cake form and put it in the oven.
"That's it? Easy," Edward says, going to sit on a chair.
"No, mister. Now, we work on the frosting."
"Oh."
"Tired already?" I laugh, untying my hair and binding it better, all the while smiling at how put off Edward looks.
I start to melt the chocolate in the double boiler, because I know Edward would laugh if I asked him to do it. So I give him an easier task. Wash the dishes then run the mixer again—for the butter cream frosting.
"I'm done!" he announces proudly just as my chocolate has melted nicely.
"Great job. Do you know how to separate the egg yolk from the white? We need only the yolk in that butter there."
Poor man looks lost.
Shaking my head, I quickly crack the egg, separate the yolk, pouring it in the bowl before I wash my hands and help him. I add the vanilla, sugar, and almond extract.
"Keep mixing."
When I pour in the chocolate, I take over because Edward doesn't know what he's doing, and he's moving in slow motion. I at least appreciate he helped so much.
We're done faster than if I had done it on my own.
Now we have to wait for the cake to bake. While I'm wiping down the counter, Edward decides to play. Not that I say no or anything.
My chest is pressed against the still damp counter, getting my shirt wet, but the feeling of his hands opening my legs and kneading my ass? Oh, God.
One finger teases my folds making me shiver and a gush of juices to flow out.
I just had him mere hours ago, but I can't get enough.
"I always loved how responsive your body is." I hear him taking his boxers off before he's hugging me—his dick nestled between my ass cheeks.
We don't get adventurous like before, but I miss him there.
"We need a kinky session," I mumble into the counter. "Soon."
"Your wish is my command," Edward says seriously, his hand falling down on my ass making me yelp.
I wasn't expecting that. At all.
"Mhmm, I have an idea," he whispers thoughtfully.
"NO!" I yell when I see out of the corner of my eye how the frosting for the cake disappears from the counter. Then some of it ends up on my ass and pussy before Edward sets to clean me off.
I'm moaning so loud that I'm suddenly happy there aren't neighbors close. My legs start shaking as Edward keeps lapping at my clit, his fingers moving quickly inside me, his thumb rubbing circles over my rosebud. I'm so gone and lost in my pleasure that when the timer of the oven goes off, I jump and fall back on top of him.
We start laughing at how silly I am.
Sitting up on my knees, I take the cake out of the oven. It looks nice and smells awesome. But we'll get to decorate it later because Edward's not done. The second the cake is out of my hands, he pushes against my back until I'm on my hands and knees—then he plunges deep inside me.
"Holy fuck!" I shout, digging my nails in the tile on the floor.
He moves in long, powerful thrusts making me slide a couple inches every time. I'm going to bang my head on the oven door at this rate. He realizes it, too, because suddenly, I'm only on my knees, sitting on his hips…kinda. He's sitting on his heels, so that means I have to do the work. Gladly.
One arm behind me and around his neck, the other squeezing his hand which is on my breast. Then I start bouncing and moaning like a porn star. Fuck, it feels so damn good.
I'm in sensory overload.
His cock is rubbing all the delicious spots inside me. His hands are squeezing my breasts while he's nipping at my ear, breathing harshly. I make sure to drive him crazy by scraping my nails on his scalp.
"Fuck, Bella!" he suddenly shouts, thrusting his hips into me—hard, fast, rough. "There!" he groans. "YES!"
"AHHH!" I shout when his arm comes around my stomach, holding me up while he fucks me in earnest, chasing our orgasms.
"We should bake together more often," I murmur from the cold floor where I'm lying now.
"Duly noted. By the way. The frosting?" He has a wicked glint in his eyes. "It's delicious."
I pinch his cheek and get up, turning red when I feel something sliding down my inner thigh.
Ungh.
This is so messy, but I do love to have him bare inside me.
Quickly taking care of the semen on my thigh, Edward joins me to finish the cake. My hands are shaking from the fuck-awesome fucking session we just had. Of course, I can't cut the cake in two nice layers. But by using lots of frosting, I try to cover the mistake.
It turns out sloppy and lopsided. But who the fuck cares?
It looks like a disaster waiting to happen.
It should stay in the fridge to cool for a few hours, but we're hungry. After cutting a healthy piece, we put it in the fridge and take our plate upstairs.
The cake has so much chocolate and cocoa that we fall in a small sugar coma once we're done.
Edward calls it Deadly Cake.
I couldn't agree more.
But what a way to die…
I will post pictures of the dresses and the cake in my group on fb: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction.
PS: I pulled The Man in the Trailer to edit it and try publishing it.
