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It was almost two months after I stopped taking my birth control that everything just got to be too much, and Jasper and I had a huge blow out. I couldn’t stand it anymore and one night during dinner after the children were in bed, I just blurted out the question of whether or not he wanted a divorce. Jasper was adamant that he didn’t want one, that things were just hectic at work. I begged and pleaded for him to try to be home more and he argued that I needed to learn to be more understanding and more appreciative of how hard he worked to provide our family with a good life. We fought hard that night, throwing plates and glasses, but by the time it was over, Jasper and I ended up in our bedroom, with me pinned up against the wall as he took me roughly. I reveled in it, and loved every second of it. It was the first time in a long time that I felt any sort of connection to Jasper. Afterwards we fell asleep wrapped up in each other after finally really talking to each other.
Jasper agreed to try to be home more and I agreed to try to be more understanding about the demands of his job. Little did Jasper know that I would end up pregnant that night. As much as I had accepted that Jasper didn’t want more children, all I could remember was how loving, caring and attentive he was when I was pregnant with Elliott, and how he was home all the time after I had given birth to Michael, so I made the decision to stop taking my birth control in the hopes that having another baby might help get us back on track. Needless to say Jasper was beyond pissed when I first told him and didn’t come home for a week. When he finally showed up again, he was happier. He told me he was okay with us having another child, but then followed that up with the announcement that he had gone and had a vasectomy to prevent any future “accidents” and that he wanted me to get my tubes tied after the baby was born just as an added preventative measure.
“What the hell are you talking about?” My anger level was rising fast as he rambled on, throwing out excuse after excuse, not saying whatever it was that he wanted to say.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. She was my best friend. And ya just … took her.”
“Jasper, I didn’t steal your friend. Bella still loves you, she still wants to spend time with you. What is this really about?” The confusion on my face must have sparked something inside him because now he was just as angry as I was.
“It’s about her. It’s always been about her.” We stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for something to happen. I knew he wasn’t finished, he was biding his time. I felt my brows turn in and my jaw tighten as I waited for him to admit the truth that I was just now realizing.
“I’m in love with Bella.” He said it with downcast eyes and a sigh in his voice. He couldn’t look me in the eye as he told me. There was no confidence in his claim. I wasn’t so sure I believed him, which made the situation all the more awkward. I wasn’t sure if he was afraid to tell the truth, which isn’t Jasper, or if he was lying to start a fight. Either way, a fight was what he got...
From that moment on, she’s been my life.” whispered Garrett as the other students came in. “See, I do know how hard it is to move past the pain. They need to see your art shine, honey.”
I looked at the other students who were settling on their stools in front of their canvases. I looked back at Garrett.
“Why? Why are my paintings so important?” I asked. He just looked at me for a moment before he turned and looked at his students.
“Why are you all in this class?” he asked them. They all looked confused. “Why are you studying art?”
“Because it’s beautiful.” said some girl in the back.
“What makes it beautiful?” asked Garrett.
“That depends on the piece.” she said. Garrett looked back at me and pointed to my painting sitting in the back.
“Will you show them?” asked Garrett.
“Ok.” I said. I went and picked up my painting and brought it to the front of the class. I turned it and showed it to the others. I heard several people gasp.
“What makes this painting beautiful?” asked Garrett.
“The passion of their embrace.” said the girl.
“The intimacy that is pouring off of it. It’s like I can feel their sexual tension.” said some boy as he came closer to it. The others came and looked at it closer.
“I can almost feel the wind blowing through my hair.” whispered a blond girl.
“Their soul mates.” whispered a red haired girl as she wiped a tear off her face.
“You can really feel all that just by looking at it?” I asked.
“Yes.” she said. “See how the artist managed to capture every detail of their embrace. I can feel what it must feel like for her to have her hands in his hair. I can feel his breath as he pants with desire for her lips to press on his.”
“I feel her body pressed against his, never able to pull her close enough.” whispered the first girl as she closed her eyes.
“He needs her like he needs air to breath.” said one of the boys.
Stupid, Stupid Izzy. What the fuck was I even thinking showing up at that bar tonight? Yes, I wanted to see Masen....or Edward...or whatever the fuck his name is. But, that's not my normal scene.
I should have known he was a player. He's to fucking good looking to not have a harem of women following his ass around.
And of course, he plays in a band, so that would only make the groupies even more available to him.
Why would he ask me to show up then? He knew he'd have plenty of women at his beck and call.
Why would he ask me, plain, boring Izzy to show up to watch him play?
I remember how I used to fantasize about him after he first started working at the Smoke Shop. I couldn't even speak around him. Then I started dating Jake and he would rag on him every single time we'd see him, calling him a pansy-ass or wussy-boy. He was jealous 'cause he knew that Masen...er Edward was just my type.
The Green Eyed Monster was just my type. He was tall, lean, not to muscular....the tattoos and sex hair were out of control in driving my hormones crazy. But most of all, those piercing green eyes were like magnets for me. Every time he looked me in the eye, my panties flooded.
I made my way to my room, grabbed the two pain pills that Rose had brought me earlier and swallowed them with the glass of water. I pulled the tie off the robe, dropped it to the floor and crawled into the bed, curling up around the pillow and let the tears fall freely.
What the fuck has happened to my life? How will anything ever be alright again?
My thoughts consumed me as the tears soaked my pillow. A short time later, after my eyes had wept all they could for the moment, I heard a small tentative knock on the door, followed by Edward's voice, “It's just me. I have your food.” He pushed the door open a crack as I nodded for him to come in.
He quickly walked around and set the tray on a side table before sitting on the side of the bed. He pushed my hair out of my face, noticing the wetness on my face and pillow. “Oh Bella, baby, I'm so sorry. I wish I could make this all go away and for you to never have been hurt.” His own tears silently falling from his eyes.
“Edward, I'm not sure if this is fixable.” I fought the sob that bubbled up in my chest as he dropped his head to his chest, letting his own sob escape his mouth.
“Bella, don't....please.....don't say that.” His voice was broken and filled with anxiety as he sobbed out the words.
He moved to lie beside me, our eyes filled with tears as we let the sadness fill the space between us. “I can't lose you, Bella....you are....my....life....my everything.” He choked out, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“I love you, Bella. I've never stopped loving you. I will love you until the last breath I take.” Edward's voice was so thick with emotion it strangled me as a fresh round of tears spilled forth from my eyes.
“I love you too, Edward. But sometimes, love isn't enough.” I whispered through my own hoarse throat.
I pull open the door and there they are, those two huge hunk of men, Jacob and Emmett. “Hi guys, come on in.” I say as I sweep my hand through the air, showing them in.
They both stop to half hug me. For gay men, they are very anti-public display of affection. I think it stems from the work they do and the machismo they both exude. It doesn't bother me, because I know that at some point, very soon, I'll have them both on their knees sucking my cock. It makes me laugh out loud to think about.
“Care to share what's so funny?” Emmett says, cocking an eyebrow at me as Jacob stands beside him eye fucking me.
“Oh nothing, just thinking about later on tonight, is all.” I laugh and try to regain my composure. “We don't have a lot of time, so we need to get to work. Do you need any tools or anything?” I ask Jacob.
“Fuck no, Jasper. I always have my own tools. Just show me where you want it and we'll get to work.”
As I start to walk past him to head down the hallway, he palms my ass, causing me to jump a little.
“Hey now, none of that til my birthday boy gets home,” I tease him by wiggling my ass a little.
I reached in and got some and put in up to her mouth. I hoped that she wouldn't mind. My unspoken question was answered when she opened her mouth. I fed her the popcorn for a couple of minutes before she sucked my fingers into her mouth.
I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head and I could not help but to moan. The Bella I was introduced to was shy but today it's like she was coming out of her shell so to speak. She slowly took my fingers out of her mouth and she leaned onto me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
When I closed my eyes instead of sleep, I saw images of Bella and me together. Together together.
Oh my God that was indescribable. I couldn’t help but chuckle now at her hesitancy but at the time I could see the real fear in her eyes. She was worried that I would not like her body now after she had Eavan. I didn’t tell her that I preferred her body now more than before. Before she was a little too thin, all the pills and booze kept her too ‘up’ and she never ate. Now she was perfect, all the right spots were filled out and her breasts…damn, they were nice before but now…yeah I already said it but perfect.
And when she surprised me tonight by asking me to move in with them, well again I was speechless. I knew she was ready for the move, I saw it in her eyes. I also knew that Bella was strong enough to wait if she wasn’t ready so I grabbed all of my stuff while we were at my mom and dad’s house to pick up Eavan. I brought it all back with me and tomorrow we would spend time organizing it. I didn’t have much but Bella had become a perfectionist when it came to her living space. The house was always clean and nothing was ever out of place. Well nothing outside of Eavan’s toys that is. She only put those away when Eavan went to bed but the rest of the house was in order. It was a big change from the last time we lived together. I just shook those feelings out of my mind because we were two totally different people than we were then, so it was no fair comparing us to them now.
Bella always talked about the changes that I had made but she made more changes than I could keep up with as well. She had matured and she was so damn wise now. Not to mention her communication skills and the way she handles Eavan. It is always spot on. I still need some practice with that but Bella has it down pat. I saw so many characteristics of my parents and Pops and Gran as well. The decision to stay with my parents, I’m sure, wasn’t easy to make but I’m so glad she did now. It gave her more examples of a stable home that she could model for our child and hopefully we would have more children in our future to practice on. That idea brought me more joy than I realized. This time I would certainly be around for all of it. You could count on that.
It's You by losttwisisters
"Hey love are you ready for the bath?"
"Yeah I will be right there. I'm just getting our pf's ready."
I striped down and just was waiting on Bella to come in. I just had to figure out how to ask Bella to move in with me. I mean she's here most of the time anyway so it just makes sense. When she started to woek she would have a less time driving if she was coming from my house.
The asshat is sitting right next to me on deck, sporting a grin that goes on forever. I detect a dreamy look in his eyes. I can even see a sparkle in there. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes is a heavy feat.
“Way to rub it in my face, Cullen.”
Breach by Catastrophia
We were so behind that it was Thursday afternoon and I still hadn’t eaten anything. I found myself making stupid mistakes and knew I needed to take a break, but at the same time there were only two hours left until I headed out.
Jack had dictated that I wasn’t to stay past six for the next week or he would escort me out personally. Any attempts to tell him I was fine fell on deaf ears. He was the boss after all.
Edward hadn’t really spoken to me since I had returned but today he felt the need to address that I existed.
“Isabella, go eat something,” Edward spoke when I was midway through the Hansen file. I could see in my peripheral that his head had not turned in my direction, he was still staring at the screen.
“No,” I responded, my eyes still on the screen, my fingers typing away on the Hansen file.
“Go,” he commanded.
“I’m not hungry,” I responded. Didn’t he know he couldn’t tell me what to do anymore?
He slammed his hands down on his desk, startling me. My head snapped up to look at him and I watched him walk briskly out of the door. He returned a moment later and slammed something onto my desk.
“Eat it,” he demanded.
“No.”
“Eat the fucking granola bar before I shove it down your throat.”
I picked up the granola bar and threw it against the wall. It hit with a crack and fell to the floor.
“Oh, I’ve heard that threat before,” I spat up at him.
His eyes grew wide as he stared down at me. His mask slipped and I could see, just for a split second, the pain that lay beneath.
I had to admit it hurt to see that pain in his eyes, because if he was in pain I couldn’t help to wonder why he had separated us then. All that brought was a tightening pain in my chest and hope. I had to squash the hope.
Nothing good came with hope.
Till next week ladies and gentlemen....
