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11/22/2019

Episode One-hundred-nine: Roles

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Episode One-hundred-nine:

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

“Fuck yes.” Edward stood from the table quickly and took my hand. I giggled at his eagerness. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” I replied instantly.

He looked a little shy. “I’d like a Sunday like that as well.”

“Me in charge?” He nodded slowly, looking down at his feet for a moment. “I can do that. I think that I’d want to have my Sunday out of town, though. If that’s possible.”

Edward instantly looked excited about the very idea, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Out of town. Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed as I led him to the bedroom. “Actually, the house in Sydney would be great for that. Maybe when we go back, we can roleplay some of my wilder fantasies there.”

“Oh, with Jasper, too?” He spoke in a rather low tone as his hands slid over my waist and stomach from behind as we walked down the hall. He pulled me close for a moment, stopping us from going further.

“Yes, please. Mm,” I murmured as I considered all the possibilities if I had time to prepare. “I would love being your little sex slave for a weekend there, too. We could take turns at who is in charge.”

“Would you like for us to both be or for the two of you to be submissive together?” He questioned as he pushed me against the wall in the hallway. “I suppose there is a bunch of different combinations that we could try.”

His hand slowly skimmed across my belly just under my breast. My breath caught in my throat. “Well, that idea just wildly turned me on,” I told him as he began to kiss my neck. “Holy fuck. A weekend with Jasper in charge. Oh, my god. The things that man would do to us.”

He slowly dragged his nose over my jaw. “And here I thought that you’d like a weekend with you dominating us.”

“Oooo…” I drew out. His hand groped at my breast through my shirt suddenly, roughly. My head fell back as my eyes sank shut. “Oh, yes. How would you like that to go?”

For a moment, he kissed my temple. His lips lingered there with his nose in my hair. “I’ve fantasized about us going somewhere no one knows us. A city across the world, maybe. The three of us going out, as we did in Sydney, at the club. I want to flirt like that, but I want it to go further.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “You love to say that you’re not that person in the videos, but Eddie is an exhibitionist, and so are you, Edward,” I purposefully said his name. I turned my head to kiss his cheek lightly as my hands smoothed up his chest. “So you want to fuck us in some semi-public place, but somewhere no one knows us, just in case. I guess that I should have seen that coming.”

“Seriously,” he snickered in embarrassment at himself. “Sadly, true. Fine, I’ll admit it. I am. I’ve been trying to find ways around it but, yes. That’s what I want. I want to fuck you outside, and I want the small chance that we’ll get caught. I know it’s risky and stupid. God, the other day, when we did that scene in front of everyone…”

He lifted me up against the wall as he had done in front of the cameras. Edward was fully hard this time. We kissed for a long moment, my fingers in his lovely thick hair.

“I know, I could feel it. I loved it, too,” I admitted.

He chuckled just a bit. “I think that’s part of the reason that I am so attracted to you. How… Unshy, you are.”

“Slutty. The word you’re looking for is slutty,” I stated sarcastically.

His teeth moved across my ear. “Do you want me to call you a slut, love?”

“Um, yeah?” I laughed in answer. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh, okay,” he laughed as well, kissing my neck. “I don’t think that you are one, though,” Edward quickly clarified as if that was even a concern of mine.

“I know! That’s part of the reason that it’s so hot. Really, I love that you’re a feminist.”

“Do you want to be my dirty little slut?” Edward asked in an incredibly sexy voice.

I let out an involuntary giggle and full-body shudder. “Oh, my god. Yes, please,” I laughed again despite myself, too turned on and embarrassed to control it. Purposefully, he started to walk us towards the bedroom while carrying me. Once we were inside, he put me on my feet.

We began to kiss once more, his hands sliding all over my back. They would dip down to my ass, squeezing it tightly before moving back up into my hair. His fingers slid into my leggings and panties from behind.

“You are so wet. Wow.” His hand tightened around my cheek. “Does talking about such naughty things make you feel like a slut?” I could only nod. “I can tell that it does. It’s going to taste so good when I lick you right there.” His fingers slid lower and pressed inside of me. My knees gave out, but he was holding me, and it merely pushed me more into his hand.

“Edward,” I moaned his name. “I love it when you eat me so much. It’s so fucking good. I enjoy doing it, but you make me feel like I’m the best thing that you’ve ever tasted.”

He turned me around, pulling my back to his chest. His fingers slid to the front and quickly found my clit. He rubbed it furiously, surprising me. Gasping, my knees promptly gave out once more. Thankfully he was still holding me up.

“That’s because you are. And do you really like eating pussy?” He asked as his lips moved over my throat.

“Yes,” I giggled before turning my face to the side and giving him a little kiss on the cheek. “It’s been a while, though, and I don’t think that I’m a quarter as good at it as you are it.”

“I’d love to watch you do that one day,” he whispered into my ear. “Jasper and I have talked about it.”

I laughed despite myself again. “You’ve talked about watching me with another woman?”

“Yes,” he replied simply.

I looked at him over my shoulder. “So, we’re just going to fuck everyone now?” I jokingly inquired.

“Obviously not,” he snorted as he shook his head. Edward pulled his fingers from my panties and brought them to his lips to taste before bringing them to mine. His eyes watched as I sucked on them lightly. “We were actually talking about someone in particular.”

That wasn’t hard for me to figure out. “Alice?” I smirked. He hummed in response. “I’ve thought about it as well,” I admitted.

“Is it weird that she’s sort of your sister?”

Shrugging, I shook my head. “She’s not really. Lettie was just my guardian. She never officially adopted me so that she could get money from the state to help take care of me. Honestly, Alice was my first crush and my first sexual experience. We may call each other sisters, but it’s never been that sort of relationship. Really, I think she finds it dirty and enjoys it.”

“Wait…” He paused, furrowing his brow. “I thought your first time was with the guy on the roof?”

“That’s when I lost my virginity. Alice and I started fooling around right before. With kissing, then a little touching, kissing other places.” I slid my hand down behind me, gripping his erection through his pants. “I was very disappointed with my first time because all the other stuff that I had been doing was great with her. As it turns out, lesbians give you very high expectations. No matter who we dated in school, we kept on fucking around with each other. I was a terrible girlfriend back then.”

“Is she a lesbian?”

“Ehhhh…” I drew out. “I don’t think that she knows. She likes sex and cuddling with women and wants to be dominated and legit beaten by men. A black and blue beaten. She wants pain. But I don’t think that she wants a relationship with either. Honestly, she wants what we had in New York. Me living there and taking care of her with occasionally someone coming by to fuck us both.” I laughed awkwardly, leaning my head back against his shoulder. “That would be her ideal. A cuddly companion who demands no sex and cooks for her.”

Edward chuckled. “Actually, I can see you both liking that,” he joked, pulling my hair away from my shoulder to kiss there. “Alright, Ladies, I’m here for your weekly fucking…”

“Um,” I laughed, wanting to argue right away. “I have a problem with this!” Snorting at my response, he picked me up by the waist and threw me onto the bed playfully. I flopped back with my arms above my head. “I would need you to fuck me a lot more often than that. Every other day, at least. But I’d prefer daily.”

He took off his shirt and tossed it to the side before reaching forward to rip my leggings down along with my panties. I threw my shirt off for him. Edward then grabbed my ankle and dragged me towards the end of the bed so that my knees were hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“I’ll fuck you anytime you want,” he promised seductively.

“If we did it every time that I wanted, you’d never get any work done,” I replied, sitting up on my elbows as I watched him kneel at the end of the bed between my legs.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he muttered as he began to kiss my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, watching him with my lip between my teeth. I spread my legs wider for him. “My goal in life is to be rich enough so that I can spend the rest of my days being able to fuck you whenever I want in new and exotic locations.”

And then he began to eat me like he was starving.

“I like your goals,” I moaned. “I think that you’re almost there.” I meant that in more ways than one. “Mm, use your teeth. Oh fuck, yes, like that,” I groaned as he bit into my clit very gently before letting his tongue move over it. “I don’t know what’s better, this or listening to you talk.” I sighed, leaning my head back with both hands woven into his pretty red hair. It was still noticeably lighter from being in the sun so much, and his freckles on his shoulders were much darker than before.

“I love how much you stroke my ego,” Edward murmured, glancing up at me before dipping his tongue deep inside of me.

“Your ego isn’t the only thing that you like me to stroke,” I stated sarcastically, smiling and happily enjoying his attention as well as our fun banter. He bit my thigh harder, making me jerk and laugh. “I have a feeling that I’ll be doing a lot of that on Sunday.”

His fingers pressed inside of me just as he pecked kisses along my wet lips. “Actually, what you’ll mostly be doing is bending over and taking it,” he countered boldly before hitching my thigh over his shoulder and diving back in. I fell back against the mattress, moaning loudly.

“And what is it, exactly?” I continued to tease. I liked egging him on. He was entertaining like this. And I longed for whatever he was willing to give me.

“Whatever the fuck I want it to be.” He pressed another finger inside. My head lolled to the side, and I rolled my hips towards him. “I’ll fuck you with whatever I want, however I want to, because you’re mine.” He kissed between my legs again. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

“Edward, I’m yours,” I breathed.

He curled his fingers upwards, pressing deeper at a different angle. “And this is mine,” he whispered before dragging his tongue over my clit. “I will play with it however I want.”

“Yes, sir. It’s yours,” I moaned, tugging on his hair as my hips twisted in time with his movement. I was already starting to tighten and get close, and he could feel it, too. His fingers pressed in harder, his other hand resting on the flat of my stomach to hold me in place. Moaning at my taste when I came, he made my body shake. He slowly and carefully removed them and slid his tongue where they had been. “Edward,” I gasped his name, my legs violently jerking as he pushed my limits as far as he could.

When he finally pulled away, I was panting and heaving. My body was warm and relaxed. I watched him with a smile as he stood from the bed and began to take off his clothes quickly. He was smirking to himself, smug about how well the evening was going.

“I like having my legs over your shoulder like that,” I told him in a stupid little lighthearted giggle. “I’m scared that one day, you’re going to do too good of a job, and I’m going to kick you in the spine on accident.”

He grabbed both my thighs as he knelt on the bed, pulling them up so that they were around his hips. “Baby, if I can do that good of a job, I’ll happily wear that bruise.” He smirked down at me confidently, his erection brushing against me. It felt amazing, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I rubbed my lower body against him with my arms above my head, and my eyes closed. “I want you to cum on me.”

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, leaning down so that he could kiss my neck.

“Yeah. I want you to pull out and cum all over my tits,” I told him with a naughty smirk of my own as assertively as I could. I felt him slowly slide into me, making me gasp in pleasure. “Do you want to cum all over my chest?” I asked as I dragged my nails down his spine. My legs wrapped loosely around his waist to pull him closer.

“I do. And all over your ass, too,” he whispered dirtily in my ear. “Mm, I can feel it every time I say something that you like.” Edward smiled against my cheek, his hips thrusting in a slow, perfect beat. They rocked and swirled, rubbing me in all the right ways.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, just holding on for dear life.

“I can’t wait until I can taste Jasper inside of you.”

I came stupidly hard, much to my surprise, at his words and intense fucking. My nails sunk into his shoulders, my back arching up towards his body. Edward kissed me furiously, letting my orgasm slow before he pulled out. He began to rub himself, his eyes focused on me hotly.

“Do you want him to cum in me?” I asked, watching him masturbate. I slid my hands over my breasts in a way that I knew he liked. “Do you want to taste our boyfriend inside of me? I’d love it if he fucked me hard and then I got to sit on your face.”

“Goddamn,” he moaned as he came on my breasts. His eyes closed tightly as he took a deep breath.

“So, that’s something we’re definitely doing,” I told him in a giggle, my arms stretched out over my head again with a little smile. I felt so incredibly relaxed that I considered putting it down in my journal.

Edward pushed his hair away from his forehead, panting softly. His grin grew crooked to one side, his head tilting the other way. “Damn, you’re sexy as fuck right now. I don’t suppose that I can take a picture of you like this to send to him?”

“Of course you can,” I smiled innocently as I batted my eyelashes.

“Sometimes,” he began as he pulled his phone from his pocket in his pants on the floor, “I really want to high-five you for the things we do because you’re legitimately my best friend, maybe even more so than Jasper now. But then I realize that’s very immature, and you may stop doing those things to me.” He took a quick picture. “And I realize that you did the other day, but you were joking.”

I laughed. “Aw, sweetheart, it is immature, but so am I. So, I’ll still high-five you. You just gotta earn it, though.”

“I know that you’re joking still, but what would earn a high five?” He pointed the camera at me as he spoke.

Shifting a little to the side, the sheets crinkled as I focused on his phone. “Are you filming me with cum on my boobs?” I questioned playfully. “You said a picture.”

“Yup,” he replied unapologetically. “What sex thing would earn a high-five?”

“Wouldn’t you rather film me in the shower?” I asked instead of answering.

Edward looked away for a moment, out onto the mountains before sighing. “Oh…” I laughed at his expression, making him grin. “In a minute. Answer my question first, woman.”

Nodding my head, I pretended to nibble on my finger for a moment. “What would earn a post-sex high-five? Well, if you achieve the promised dozens of orgasms on Sunday, I will high-five you. Probably whenever I regain use of my limbs again on Tuesday. I hope.”

“Ha!” He laughed at my confidence in him. “I think that I’m going to have to step up my game.”

“I hope that you do because your game so far is amazing. And if you’re making me go shopping for slutty clothes, you better. I want you to go all out. I need to experience full-on actor Eddie in the bedroom. And in the living room and outside by the pool. Maybe in it, too. On the couch. Couches, actually. Both of them.”

“And what role shall I be playing?”

“You’ll be playing the version of yourself who is confident enough to take me however you please. Whenever, wherever. The version that is unafraid of hurting me because you can’t. That isn’t worried about scaring me off with whatever peculiar things that you want to do to me. Because I am a strange girl, and I really want to do weird things with you,” I explained with a big teasing smile. His phone was hovering over me as he knelt beside me on the bed on his knees.

He cheekily pinched my nipple. “What weird things do you want to do?”

“Now, I’ve got some hardcore vampire fantasies that you could help me out with,” I winked at him. Edward smirked behind the camera. “You started something, and you need to finish it.”

“Shall I actually bite you?” He huskily questioned. I nodded. “And where should I?”

“Well, I think that I’d like you to nibble a little here.” I started at the curve of my breast, and then I slid it down my stomach. “But, I’d like it if you bit me here hard, though.” I moved my fingers over my thigh.

He made a soft growling noise deep in his throat and moved his hand where I had touched. “Actually, I think that I’d like to bite you right here,” he whispered before edging his finger over my lips and just against my clit. It was enough to make me squirm. He slowly smirked. “Again.”

When Seth and Tyler left, Edward stood in the foyer with his arms crossed and a slightly sour expression. He was obviously still a little drunk, his eyes glassy and his auburn hair everywhere. The food had helped, but he drank a lot more than I had, and it showed.

“So, I think that we need to talk, Miss-”

His tone struck me wrong right away. “I think that you need to rethink your usage of the word ‘Miss’ if you want this to be a pleasant conversation,” I snapped back instantly. I was already in a bad mood after the phone call with Alice. His cheeks immediately went pink, and he was a little taken aback. He blinked a couple of times. We had never fought before, and he had never truly seen me angry at him.

“Okay,” he started slowly. “I will start by apologizing for sounding like an asshole-” he mumbled out before waving a finger at me, pouting. “But why didn’t you tell me about your writing?!”

I crossed my arms over my chest, cocking my head to the side. “Just like you’re not obligated to tell me everything, I’m not either. It was a hobby that I had a decade ago. One that I wasn’t very good at. Why does it matter?”

Edward scrunched up his face in confusion. “Alice said that you won awards!”

“What do the awards mean to you, Eddie? You have a Grammy, and it means fucking nothing. Nothing. It’s gathering dust on a shelf behind a dozen others. How often do you bring it up, huh? Someone on the internet thought that my stupid stories were a good time waster and made me a banner. Big whoop! It was lovely at the time, but that’s it. What do you want from me?”

He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, his cheeks getting red-hot. He looked sincerely offended. “Why do you always put yourself down?”

I didn’t understand his attitude. My fingers dug into my forearms, my nails sharp against my skin. “You haven’t even read it!”

“That’s not the point!” He replied quickly.

I stomped my foot in annoyance. “Yes, it is! You shouldn’t assume that it’s quality because it’s by the woman that you’re getting some from.”

Edward’s eyes got huge. “You’re more than that! Christ!” He spat the last word, his jaw tight. “You’re going to be my wife!”

I lifted my hands up, stopping him. “It shouldn’t matter if I am! Stop trying to boost my ego. I don’t need it, and I don’t want it. And I don’t like it!”

He licked his bottom lip, rubbing a palm over his forehead slowly. “This is not about your ego. This about knowing you. This about sharing things with you. Sharing our lives.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. There was a hollow ringing in my ears as my blood pressure began to rise. “You’re acting as if I hid it from you purposefully. I didn’t. I’ve mentioned in passing that I have written before.”

Edward made another face, pouting as I made a point. He looked very young at that moment, his frustration written all over his smooth features. “I thought that it was for like… English class or whatever.”

“So, it’s only interesting if it has over a million views?” I countered evenly as my hip cocked to the side.

His chest puffed up as he drew in a sharp breath. “No! I’d want to read it even then! I just thought that I wouldn’t have handy dandy internet access to OVER A MILLION WORDS! How many novels is that, Bella? You’ve written novels. Novels,” he sounded out the word in aggravation. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that? That’s so cool!” He whined the last part, his pouty frown deep.

“No, it’s not!” I snorted, shaking my head. I wondered what he thought I wrote about.

“Bella, even if it’s terrible… Do you know how hard it is to string together one thousand words? Why would you keep this from me? This is literally jam.” He pointed towards his office. “This is what I do. I am a creator of stories. Why- Why wouldn’t you?” He finished brokenly. Edward was too drunk to argue his points as well as he wanted to.

“Why would I show you something that I did when I was- what? Twenty-three or four? I’d feel like I was pulling out my crayon drawings.”

He flung his hands up, turning around for a moment to gather his thoughts. He whirled back to look at me. “I want to see those too! Don’t you understand!? I want everything! I want every single part of you! I want every scrap of paper, every memory. I want everything that you got! Good or bad! Crayon fucking drawings. Everything, baby!”

“I wasn’t hiding it!” I repeated steadfastly.

“Then why did you get so mad at Alice?” His voice was getting a little more high-pitched as he got emotional.

“Because that wasn’t hers to share!”

Edward huffed, closing his eyes for a moment. Annoyed and pouting, he still had his arms crossed over his chest. “Are there any other skills that you’re hiding from me? Hm? Professional cricket player on the side? Russian spy? Exotic belly dancer?” He asked very loudly and sarcastically.

I looked at him like he was stupid for a long minute, just blinking. “Edward, I’m a dancer. You’ve literally recorded me dancing for you in the past twenty-four hours on six different cameras. I’ve taken multiple belly dancing classes just for fun.”

His face was crimson. “Yes! I realized that one was a stupid example as soon as it came out of my mouth,” he mumbled a little less sardonically, starting to smirk to himself.

“Just that one?” I giggled. He laughed, looking away from me as he rubbed his hand over his face again. “Read it. I don’t care about that. Seriously. I wasn’t hiding it. It was a hobby, and nothing came of it.”

“Two million views feels like something.”

“Is it something on YouTube?”

Edward groaned softly. “Don’t compare us.”

I quickly shook my head. “I’m not. I’m asking a question.”

He leaned his head back. When he looked at me, he shook his head again. “Not really,” he sighed. Edward looked up towards the ceiling, closing his eyes as if he was getting a headache. “I can read it, though? You won’t get mad at me if I do?”

I looked away from him, embarrassed by what we were doing. Drunk and bickering like children. “Of course not. I just… don’t want to know about it,” I whispered, my voice a little shaky. “Think of it like the videos. Feel free, just maybe not with me.”

My boyfriend frowned a little. “Can I talk to you about them?”

I shrugged as I bit my lip for a moment. “What is there to talk about?”

Scoffing, he sniffed hard through his nose as he returned my shrug a bit sarcastically. Edward took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking away from me again. “What if they’re good?” He asked more sincerely than I expected. He sighed once more. “What if I want to compliment your work? Can I do that without you getting upset about it?”

“Why don’t you read it before you even think about that and…” I shrugged again, hugging my arms over my chest as I looked down at my feet.

He growled a little and tugged at his hair in frustration. “Why do you hate your art? You’re so talented!”

“I don’t! I like my pictures. Do you like everything that you’ve ever created?” I demanded to know.

He ignored my question. “I don’t understand what’s different about your photos,” he admitted. “Bella, everything that I’ve seen you do, if you care about it, you do it well. I have no doubt that whatever I’ll read will blow me away and not because you’re my girl. I honestly want to see what you can do as someone in Hollywood.”

“Edward-”

He put his hand up. “No! Let me read them, and if they’re shit, I’ll never mention them again. Okay? But I’m not going to ignore your talent because I don’t ignore free money. I bet Zafrina-”

“No,” I said quickly. “Please don’t even threaten that.”

“It’s not a threat!” He laughed.

I stomped my foot again, feeling tears starting to sting at my nose suddenly. “I can’t live up to these expectations, Edward! I’m going to disappoint you.”

He stopped, and his arms fell to his sides as he looked at me in confusion. “Do you think that’s even possible? There is no way that you could disappoint me, love.”

I shook my head. I just wanted to shrink away. “One day, you’re going to look at me and realize what a nothing I am next to you.” I began to cry. “That I can’t keep up. That I’m not smart or talented or-”

Suddenly I was in his arms, crushed against his chest as he hugged me to him. My fingers curled into his shirt, pressing my face into it as I sobbed.

“That’s not going to happen,” he breathed into my hair. “You are smart. You know how talented I think you are.”

“You just think that because you’re in love with me.”

“God, I wish that you saw what I did. I’m in love with you because you are those things!”

I continued to cry. “I’m going to disappoint everyone. You, Jasper, Jake-”

Edward promptly interrupted me. “I know that you’re struggling a lot with your self-worth because of your fam-” he paused and took a quick little breath. “Oh. Oh, this has everything to do with that and nothing to do with your abilities. I’m stupid. I shouldn’t be pushing this right now.”

Swiftly, I pushed away from him. His words stung for some reason. “You shouldn’t baby me because-”

“I’m not!” He cupped my cheek. “I’m not. I’m being a pushy asshole. I’m trying to shove my life onto you, and you obviously don’t want it right now. Too much has been happening.”

“I do want this with you, though. It’s all that I’ve ever dreamed about. I’m just scared, and my brain has been all over the place. I feel anxious all the time, and I know that I need more medicine, but I’d love to just dump them all down the sink because they’re part of what’s making me feel that way now! What if I take more or something different, and it does it again? Jasper says that I should take out the IUD if it worries me that much,” I babbled out, my words becoming more and more rushed as I did.

“You should!” He agreed briskly. “If it’s keeping you from getting what you need, then yeah! You should!”

“I’m not ready to get pregnant!” I squeaked through my tears. “I can’t do that right now.”

Edward lowered himself down a little to look in my eyes. “I’ll wear condoms!” He promised quickly, cupping my cheek again as he tried to wipe away my tears.

I laughed bitterly. “Do you know how thin my resolve is right now? You’re doing everything in your power to tempt me into having babies, and I’d love it just to spite your mother. Plus, Lauren and Vanessa are having kids. I am so goddamn jealous that it hurts! It hurts, Edward! I want to have a baby. I do. I really do. I want your babies. But I’m not ready. I’m not. I’m just not. And what if… we don’t even need the IUD? Hm? Or condoms? I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to handle that. Because I know that you want your own children-”

“I want whatever form of a family that I can get with you. Our children don’t have to come from our bodies. Hell, you want to adopt ten teenagers? Bring it. I don’t give a fuck. Our family is going to be weird as hell no matter what because we’ll be the parents, but they’ll be loved.” Edward paused once more. “Do you know how happy it makes me when you say that you want my kids, though?” He put his hand on his chest, puffing it out again, but this time as if he was full of joy. “It’s like medicine. It makes my heart just… better. I can’t explain it. I’m sorry that I’m rushing. I’m rushing everything. I’m just so psyched that I’ve found you now, and I’m ready to get started on the next part of forever with you. You told Jasper that he is my missing piece, but you’re wrong. It’s you. You’re our missing piece. I just want to put all the pieces together.”

I laughed a little lighter this time, shaking my head. “Just like your ass, this is not something that you can hurry along.”

Edward chuckled quietly at my comment, pushing his face in my hair as he brought me in closer again. “I know. Fuck. Sorry. Sorry,” he grumbled. His arms tightened around me.

“So I started looking for a new therapist today,” I said in a joking tone. “Perfect timing, am I right?”

“Maybe we should go together, too. This thing that we’re doing is complicated, and I want to make sure that you’re getting everything that you need. So much has happened between us and to us in such a short amount of time,” he spoke into my curls.

I tilted my head back to look at him. “How will you even have time to do that?”

He shook his head. “I’ll make the time, love. Hell, if I need to hire someone to come to us, I will. We’ll work it out. Don’t worry. And if you want to get the IUD out, I won’t say another word about kids until you tell me you want them. I’m a jackass for making you feel like you need it.” He laid his forehead against mine. “You’ve just had a health scare, and I can’t keep my hands to my bloody self.”

“No. No, no. I feel like I need it because of me, not you. I’m sorry that I’m not ready,” I whispered.

“Why would you be sorry for that?” He kissed my temple. “It’ll be your body. I’m just so ready to get this life we started going. It’s already so good. I can see the future in my mind, and I want it so badly. I want to be there with you. And with Jasper.”

“What do you see?”

He hummed softly, resting his cheek on the top of my head again. “You. Me. Jasper. A big house somewhere sunny and beautiful. A yard full of our kids. Somewhere relaxing where we can play all day. Doing whatever we want.”

I snorted into his shirt. “Sounds like heaven.”

His strong arms tightened around me. “It’s going to happen. I’m going to make it. For you and me, and him. I’m going to make you both happy, and everything is going to be perfect.”

I sighed heavily. “Honey, do you remember what I said about expectations and how sometimes we make ourselves unhappy-”

“I know.” He shook his head. “I just need it.” He sniffled into my hair. “I need that future to happen, love.”

I squeezed him back. “I’m going to try to give it to you. I promise.”

“You just have to be here. That’s all that I need from you. Just be here. Let me love you. I’ll make everything better, I promise.” His fingers knotted in my curls as he held me to him. He was rocking me a little in his arms. We stayed like that for maybe ten minutes. Finally, he breathed the words, “maybe drinking was a bad idea for today.”

I giggled, closing my eyes as I relaxed in his arms. “Yeah. Probably.”

“Seth’s Taco Bell is giving me heartburn,” he whispered, making me actually laugh. “Be right back. I need some Tums.” He slowly peeled himself away from me.
“I took a pill earlier. I forget what it’s called. It’s a silver bottle, something seventy-five. I accidentally bought the minty kind, though.” I made a little face. He chuckled as he went into the kitchen to look at the medicine collection that he had in there. He found what I was talking about, quickly taking one with a glass of tap water.

“What time is it?” Edward asked, looking at his watch as he leaned against the island.

“Just after eight,” I replied automatically even though I knew that he had the answer in front of him. I could see it on the clock on the stove behind him. He nodded his head, hugging his stomach for a moment.

“Do you just want to go to bed? I think that I’m done with today.”

I nodded in return, holding my fingers out to him. He hurried to me, taking them into his hand so that he could kiss my knuckles several times. I dragged my fingertips over his cheek, skimming over his plush pink lips. He smiled and leaned into them.

Suddenly and surprisingly, he picked me like a princess. I squealed and laughed, precisely what he wanted to happen. My arms went around his neck. I laid my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes.

I was just going to let him love me and make everything alright. At least for the evening.

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