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A/N: This chapter contains explicit sexual scenes, if you don't like them, don't read.

Chapter 27

"Eat," Isabella orders us as she chews her food as if it was the most delicious thing she has ever tasted.

I swallow with some difficulty.

The portion of chicken is quite leathery and exaggeratedly spicy, which chills my palate.

"This tastes... good" I end up confessing half-heartedly, keeping the word horrible to myself, and the excitement on Isabella's face is not long in coming. She looks excited and happy. "I don't think I'll have much dinner because I want to go to training later."

"It's not too bad," Pat says as he pours another chicken Milanese on his plate. "Don't worry, Bella. I'll eat for Dad. This," he lifts the Milanese and shakes it like it's a piece of plastic, "has good flavor."

I know my son is lying. I know it from the moment he starts chewing each piece of Milanese with his worry-filled gesture.

Isabella smiles broadly and her face seems to paint with satisfaction.

"I'm glad you like it. I have lots of recipes to share with you."

"No!" Pat and I shout in unison, earning a quizzical look from her.

"No need," I explain, "I don't want you to neglect your chores. Carmen can keep cooking and leave dinner for us."

"It's just that I want to help. I want to take care of you and feed you."

I reach out my hand to cover hers, giving it a light squeeze that Isabella rewards with a smile.

"Before us is your homework for college. Remember to keep your grades up," I tell her.

She purses her lips.

"You are my priority now," she says very softly, making her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of vermilion.

Isabella is very pretty and sweet.

"We're a bit complicated," I whisper, caressing her heated cheek. "Then we'll get used to you and you won't find what to do with us."

"It doesn't matter," she replies, holding my gaze as she reaches out and holds my son's hand, smiling tenderly at him. "Now we are a pack."

"We are a pack," Pat agrees, standing up, "that's why I'll take care of taking out the garbage without fail, now Dad won't have to scold me all the time."

I take advantage of this and also get up and pick up the dishes from the table.

"I'll help you," I tell him, taking everything to the dishwasher, I leave a kiss on her head and head to the gym. "I'll train for a couple of hours."

Once I get downstairs I run to the sink and start brushing my teeth trying to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth. I love my woman, there is no doubt about it. However, I have to admit that her culinary knowledge will kill my stomach if she continues to feed us.

After wetting my face and drying it I concentrate on putting my bandage around my hands, do a little stretching and put on my gloves going straight to punching the sack.

The minutes go by once I start pounding... they go by so fast they become hours.

"Aren't you coming to sleep?"

Isabella's soft voice breaks my concentration and I turn to her. She comes down the stairs dressed in a beige silk nightgown and barefoot with her long flowing hair looking devilishly hot.

I close my mouth followed by a throat clearing.

"I didn't notice the hour."

She reaches me; I don't miss her fingers running down my biceps as she bites her lip.

"It's almost midnight," she murmurs, "let's go to bed."

I shudder as her caresses go straight to my phallus. Is Isabella seducing me or is it my imagination?

"I'll give you a special night -she takes my gloved hand pulling me, I barely take a few steps and stop without letting her continue, she turns to look at me. "What's wrong?"

"I have to take a shower" I lower my eyes indicating the perspiration on my body. "Usually when I go to the bedroom it's because I'm clean and ready to be in bed."

"Oh..." she mumbles releasing her grip and crossing her arms, "then I'll wait for you."

The sexual tension between us is in the circulating air of the wide place, even her chest rises and falls rapidly with anticipatory excitement and I'm in no better condition and the big bulge in my sweatpants confirms it.

"Would you like to join me?" I offer and she denies shaking her beautiful brown hair.

"No, I'd rather wait for you."

I run my eyes over her body as I lick my lips. She looks very nice, too beautiful.

"Can you help me take off my gloves?"

Isabella takes another step, concentrating on removing each glove and bandage. She takes my hands and notices the redness on my knuckles, rubbing them tenderly.

"I like your nightgown," I declare as one of the straps slips down her bare shoulder, my fingers glide across her soft skin and I pull it into place. "I want to kiss you."

She stands on the tips of her toes, instinctively I circle her waist and she brings her hands to my shoulders.

"Make love to me."

I kiss her hard, sliding my hands to her buttocks which I squeeze and press her to my pelvis, so she feels my erection against her belly.

She gasps.

Screw the shower!

I lift her to my height holding her weight by her buttocks making her wrap her legs around my hips.

I don't give her time to react as I take her to the wall and with one of my hands I start groping her vulva realizing she is not wearing panties.

Surprised I open my eyes to admire hers subjugated by desire.

Her eyelids are closed, and her mouth is ajar.

I barely brush the tip of my index finger against her folds and realize how wet she is. No longer holding back our desire I pull down my sweatpants next to my boxer shorts lining up my penis in her vagina and penetrate her so deeply that we both gasp.

I groan in ecstatic pleasure.

She is fucking tight my eyes roll as I feel her vaginal walls squeeze me hard.

Isabella leverages herself propelling her body as I ram her over the wall again and again. I know I'm not going to last, so I torment her clit with my fingers until I make her scream and climax at the same time I do.

I shudder resting my hand on the wall before Isabella's sweaty body falls. With my face buried in her neck, I sigh trying to regulate my breathing.

"Edward," she murmurs sleepily, "now I know what it's like to fuck."

I smile.

I hold her in my arms carrying her bridal style and head for the shower.

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On a Saturday morning having your son join you for a run can be tricky.

"Pat, if you don't pick up the pace we'll never finish," I keep jogging in the same spot waiting for my son to continue.

Pat puffs out his reddened cheeks and snorts under his breath when he reaches me.

"Dad, I'm tired and very hungry, I want to go home."

I tousle his somewhat sweaty hair making him snort angrily.

"I've been thinking about something, but I don't want to make you mad. It's about the grandparents, Charlotte's parents."

"What's going on with them?"

"Now that I won't be seeing Charlotte anymore, won't I be able to visit them either? It's just that," he shifts his gaze, playing with the zipper of his sweater, "they're good to me and very nice."

"Son, I want you to understand that your emotional well-being is paramount to me. If it makes you happy to spend time at your grandparents' house I don't see why not visit them. Just as if one day you want to spend time with your mom it will also be your decision."

Suddenly his face becomes thoughtful and serious.

"I don't know how to feel about Charlotte," his voice becomes a soft whisper. "I thought that by not seeing her again I would be happy and I'm not because sometimes I miss her, I miss hearing her yelling and nagging. I've been feeling weird, Dad."

I exhale. I put my hand on his shoulder and lead him to the first empty bench in the park.

"Why didn't you say anything to me?" I ask, as my brain processes all the problems he's been having at school, like his poor academic performance and bad behavior with his teachers.

"I didn't want to bother. You've been so happy, and I don't want to upset you because of me."

"Patrick" I held his face, "you are my son, the most important thing in my life. You will never make me angry for wanting to talk and tell me how you feel."

"What do you think it is? I think I'm crazy for missing someone who doesn't love me."

I ruffle his hair again and my son shakes his head back.

"Don't say that you're not crazy. I think it's normal for you to feel conflictive, you've lived with your mother for so many years that it's logical that you miss her."

"I didn't miss her before."

"Now it's different" I exhale noisily because I have no idea how to help him. "We'll get professional help."

"No, I'm not going to a shrink."

"You need a psychologist, Pat. Maybe a few sessions will be enough, and it will be solved. You need to get everything out of your head about us."

"There's also something else I want to tell you," he presses his lips in a straight line and his face reddens furiously." I like a girl and she doesn't look at me, I don't seem to exist."

"Pat, you're fourteen years old, right now your priority should be your classes and not girls."

"Why not? You were dating Charlotte when you were my age and don't say it's not true because you told me, I remember it well."

"You don't forget what's good for you, do you?"

He stands up with a smug smile and starts jogging towards the parking lot.

"I'll tell Bella, she'll know how to give me better advice than you. I'm sure she'll tell me how to get that girl."

"Pat, wait!"

Asking Isabella for advice is almost like throwing yourself headlong off a cliff.

I smile as I recognize that maybe she is the expert and not me.

On the way home I try to share some small suggestions that might be helpful being completely ignored by my son claiming they were past ideas and meaningless.

"What's for breakfast?" asks my son as he enters the kitchen. Carmen lifts her chin so that we can look at the table set with enough food for a battalion.

"Bella took care of breakfast. She told me I can take the day off," she shrugs with some embarrassment. "The girl is trying to conquer your stomachs."

"I think she wants to poison us," Pat interjects, pinching a piece of garlic bread, sniffing it and pouting, "who eats this in the morning?"

"It's okay Carmen if you want to take the day for yourself."

She smiles at us and removes her apron to put it away among her things.

"Where is Isabella?"

Carmen turns at my question.

"She went to cut flowers" She points to the window that allows us to see the back garden. "Bella wanted to give you a nice breakfast, and a nice bouquet of roses in the middle of the table is also a great way to do the job."

"Then I'll take a shower."

"Do you know what Dad is running away, Carmen? It will take him hours to get out of the shower and he'll say he's not hungry, he did the same thing the other day." Pat gives me away at Carmen's stern look.

"I'm not going to intervene," she says, "but if you want your relationship to prosper you must be honest. Talk to Bella, of course, without hurting her feelings, you can explain to her that your diet is a different kind of food, that it doesn't include frozen food or a lot of seasoning" She presses my forearm and smiles at me. "She will understand."

And no, Isabella didn't understand the reasons or get the hidden messages, she continued to cook every day for the next two weeks. However the food took a back seat when what is really important is that we are settling into our life together, she is giving us a home and I couldn't be more grateful to have her with me.

"You're finally here!" she announces as she sees me enter the room, she kneels on the bed and her eyes go straight to the floral ornament in my hands. "How was the therapy?"

"Next week another psychologist will be arriving to take over for Pat. It seems to be working out with the weekly sessions," I reply, placing the roses in her hands and kissing her lips. "How was your day?"

She sniffs the flowers taking them to the vase on the bureau, fills them with water and puts them back.

"I've sent out enough job applications to get hired for at least half of Chicago. I hope I'm lucky," she comments a bit discouraged, climbing onto the bed and pulling my shirt to pull me closer to her body. "I missed you so much."

"Why don't you join us next week?" I suggest as my body falls on top of hers, rolling off the bed and leaving her on top of me.

"No, I'd rather wait here. I don't want to intervene in your father-son moment."

My fingers begin to touch her cheek; I like to caress her face and feel the smoothness of her skin, she sighs and snuggles into my chest. Suddenly she turns away and stares at me.

"Edward, you haven't had dinner," worriedly she tries to get off the bed and I stop her.

"We ate something on the way, don't stress."

She narrows her eyes and nods.

"Okay, I'll go finish my homework," she points to her laptop on the dresser, but I stop her again and pull her with me by her waist.

"No," I murmur, pulling her under me, "I want you to be mine tonight."

"I am yours," she lets out a breathy sigh as my palms massage her breasts confined in her dark bra, "I just..." she answers haltingly, "I need to... finish."

"I need to finish too" I pull off her blouse leaving it on her bra trapping her body with mine when she wants to run away from me. "Where are you going?" I ask with my mouth running over the valley of her breasts.

She sighs again.

"I have homework to do," she mumbles.

"I'll help you later," I promise, brushing some of her hair out of her face.

"You don't know anything about literature."

"I Google it," I debate as I remove her cumbersome bra and take hold of one of her generous breasts.

I know she has surrendered because her fingernails begin to dig into my shoulders, guiding me to move down to the place that needs the most attention on her body.

And so I do as I strip her of her panties and plunge my tongue into her warm center.

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"My love..." Isabella's voice is heard very close. "Edward, we fell asleep again, I won't make it to my class."

I open my eyes.

Isabella is scampering around the room with her graceful hair in complete chaos and showing her nakedness like a true goddess.

I sigh wanting to sleep again and the nagging sound of my cell phone makes me blink, I fumble for it and without opening my eyes I answer.

"Hello?"

"Cullen get your damn ass to the office!" Black's angry voice makes me growl, I don't open my eyes anyway, I just listen to him. "It's nine in the morning! What time do you plan to be here?"

I sit up suddenly, sitting on the bed and dropping my cell phone. The room is fully lit, and the shower can be heard in the bathroom, I pull back the covers and step into the sink.

The water I put on my face is enough to wake me up, I remove the sliding door and enter the shower with Isabella.

"What are you doing here?" she questions all soapy.

"Isn't it obvious? We have to share the shower if you don't want Black to come in here and drag me by the balls to the office."

She understands because she makes room for me by letting me stand under the spray of water.

"Eleazar took it upon himself to drive Pat to school."

Hearing Isabella's sweet voice explaining about my son makes me reflect on how much I have changed in a few weeks. I can't believe that falling asleep is becoming a habit and worse is that no one has ever taken care of my son other than me before.

We definitely need to think about a change.

Well, this was a much calmer chapter and Edward and Bella seem to have a habit of falling asleep! Anyways, thank you all for reading : )