Alright, I know I suck at updating my other stories, but this is one I actually have all written so updates will be regular (once a week, every Friday). This one is a bit tragic, It kinda broke my heart a couple times writing it. Anyway, my friend bet me that I couldn't write a story inspired entirely by Coldplay. Here is to her. Pay up. :p
alright, without further ado, here it is. It is rated M for a reason. Mostly because of lemons. If lemon isn't your flavor, I can send you the chapter without it. I will put up warnings when there are lemons. This chapter is safe.
oh and PS. Disclaimer is on profile.
Honey you are a rock, upon which I stand,
And I come here to talk, I hope you understand.
The green eyes,
Yeah the spotlight,
Shines upon you,
And how could anybody, deny you.
I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock. "Baby, turn it off." I shook my head. "Bella." He whined. I sighed and sat up. I turned to the alarm clock and slammed my hand down on the off button, effectively cutting off Chris Martin's beautifully written song. I yawned and turned to see Edward hugging the pillow tightly. I giggled as he started reaching blindly for me. "Bella, come lay back down." He grumbled. I smiled and leaned down to press a kiss against his scratchy cheek. He took advantage of my closeness and pulled me down beside him. I laughed.
"Edward stop. I have to go to work." I said as he started kissing his way along my jaw and down my neck. I heard him mumble a soft, "No" against my skin. "Edward," I was slowly losing all of my reasoning abilities. "Work." I protested weakly. Edward chuckled.
"Call in sick." He suggested, rolling us over so he was hovering lightly above me. I blinked and looked into his emerald green eyes, dark with passion. I blinked again and shook my head.
"I can't, you know I have the Emerson wedding to get ready for." My words were weak and I wasn't convinced by them. Neither was Edward. He smirked wickedly, knowing he was close to getting what he wanted.
"I have an idea." He said sliding down closer to me, letting me feel the length of his body moving with the sheets. "You call in sick," he placed a light kiss on my lips. "I'll call in sick," his eyes flickered up to mine, smoldering under his long lashes as he placed another kiss right before my breasts. "We'll turn off all the phones. Your cell, mine and the house phone." He made a trail of kisses down the valley between my breasts and down my stomach, lower and lower between every word. "And we'll spend all day in bed," he kissed my stomach, just above the place that was already throbbing for him. I gasped. There was nothing more that I would want than to stay home in bed with Edward all day. I would absolutely love it. But I had one of the most important jobs of my career right now, and it had to be done within a week.
"Edward." I said trying to shake sense into myself. "Edward I can't! I have to go to work. If I don't, we won't finish the preparations in time and then no one will want to hire us again." I tried to reason with him, though his soft butterfly kisses around my throbbing lower half were no help at all to my will power. "Edward please." I gasped. He growled and sat up, looking down at me. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fine." He groaned. I sat up and shook my head to clear it. It broke my heart to see the disappointment on his face. I glanced at the clock and back at him. I sat up and moved on my knees until I was right in front of Edward.
"Edward, have we been doing all we can to help the environment?" I asked stroking his cheek. He looked up at me, slightly confused. "I mean, recycling, carpooling," I glanced at the bathroom. "Conserving water." He smiled, picking up on my hint. He jumped up and scooped me in his arms.
"Let's go save the environment." He said grinning. I laughed all the way to the shower.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Calm down Bella. Calm down. The work day is almost over and you can go home to Edward. Miss (soon-to-be-Mrs.-Emerson) Dawson was talking nonstop about how everything had to be perfect. Normally I was able to nod and comfort the bride through her panic, but today I was feeling strangely resentful. It was because of her wedding that I was here at work today, instead of at home, in bed with the most gorgeous man alive. "Miss Dawson, I understand your concern, but please, you need to calm down." I said slowly. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, now tell me, slowly what your biggest concerns are." She nodded and sat down. I continued cooking while she expressed her concerns.
"I'm mostly nervous I think." She said sighing heavily. I frowned. I mean, I knew it was understandable to be nervous, but I couldn't really understand the extent. At the moment, Edward and I were just dating. We had talked about marriage, but not in full detail because we had both agreed we wanted us both out of school and have a good steady hand on our finances before we got married. Because I knew that as soon as we were married, we would both want children. I turned my attention back to Miss Dawson. "I mean, I know I love Dean, but I'm just scared I won't be a good wife." She admitted. I shook my head.
"How long have you known him?" I asked. She frowned.
"Well, since we were 12." She said nodding. I smiled.
"And I'm sure in the time you guys have been dating, he's been sick right?" She nodded. "What did you do?" she shrugged.
"Well I spent almost every waking moment with him. All I wanted was for him to get better." She said simply. I nodded.
"Just keep doing that. Being married means that you no longer just think about yourself, you put your spouse before you. If you both do that, I promise you will be fine." She smiled.
"Are you married Bella?" I smiled.
"No, my boyfriend and I are waiting until he's graduated school before we're getting married." She nodded.
"Very sensible." I laughed.
"We think so." The bell above the door rang and we both looked up. I smiled, all my stress lifting from my shoulders. "Hello." I put the spoon down as he came over and wrapped me in a hug.
"Hello." He murmured against my neck. He looked up at Miss Dawson and smiled. "Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. You must be Miss Dawson." He said with his most charming smile. Miss Dawson looked lost for words.
"Please, call me Carrie." She said dazed. I choked back a giggle and turned back to the food I was cooking. Edward looked over my shoulder and I smiled.
"I'm making sample cakes for Miss Dawson. So she can choose which she likes best." I explained. Edward nodded and tried dipping his finger in the batter. I slapped his hand away. "No." I said laughing. He pouted and Miss Dawson laughed.
"I'm sure one lick won't hurt." She said with a warm smile to Edward. A small pang of jealousy stabbed me before I could think better of it. Women flirted with Edward all the time, it was a normal reaction to him. Edward smiled and stuck his finger in the batter, swooping out a small bit on his finger and placing it his mouth. It took all my self control not to jump him and he knew it. I glared at him and he chuckled. He moved to the refrigerator and pulled out a Diet Coke. He popped it open and sipped it, sitting at the counter with Miss Dawson.
"How was school?" I asked. He shrugged and I slid him a plate of brownies I had made earlier. He grinned.
"It was the same. I think I aced my test that I had today." I glared at him.
"A test?" I asked. I knew how important school was for him. If we had ditched today like he had suggested, missing that test would have put him back quite a bit. He grinned sheepishly.
"Yes, with Otah." I shook my head. That was his hardest class.
"What are you going to school for?" Miss Dawson asked warmly. Edward smiled.
"I'm studying nuclear physics." Miss Dawson jaw dropped.
"Really? That sounds quite difficult. You must be really smart!" she said flirtatiously. I bit my lip to say anything. She was an important client. I could keep myself in check for a little longer. I hoped.
"I guess so." Miss Dawson grinned.
"So you're a scientist? I've always loved those." She said grinning.
Edward glanced at me and smirked. "Yeah, so has Bella." I blushed bright red and Edward chuckled. Miss Dawson looked over at me and nodded knowingly.
"Lucky girl she is." I nodded in agreement.
"Lucky indeed." I said pouring the batters into the pans. Edward smirked and sipped his Diet Coke.
"So how long have you two been dating?" Miss Dawson asked. I let Edward take over the conversation as I focused on the cakes.
"Well we met in preschool, were best friends until high school, and started dating in freshman year. So that is almost 12 years, right Bella?" I looked up and nodded. Miss Dawson smiled.
"Wow, that is amazing that you two have known each other that long!" she cried. Edward nodded.
"That woman knows me better than I know myself." He admitted. I laughed and nodded.
"It's true." I said placing the bowl on the counter. Miss Dawson laughed.
"That's wonderful!" she cried happily. I placed the cakes in the oven and dusted my hands off. I turned to the counter and glared at all the dirty dishes.
"Bella." I looked up at Edward and shook my head.
"No, I've got it." He shook his head and stood to help me. I sent him a thankful glance. He knew how exhausted I got after baking and the thought of dishes always made me more tired. We worked quickly, placing everything in the large dishwasher. When we finished, we both moved to sit down with Miss Dawson and wait for the cakes to finish.
We were in the middle of talking about houses when Edward's phone rang. He glanced down at it and answered it, sending us apologetic smiles. "Hey mom." He was quiet a moment before laughing. "Yeah nice to hear from you too. Hold on." He said sarcastically. He handed me the phone. "She didn't even say hi, she just demanded to talk to you." He said rolling his eyes. I giggled and took the phone.
"Hello Esme." I said smiling.
"Bella dear, I just read the most amazing thing in the newspaper!" she cried. I nodded, slightly confused.
"What was it?" Esme cleared her throat and started reading.
"Isabella Swan the owner of Twilight Catering Services, known mainly as Bella, has stepped up her game once again. Known for her amazing entrées and irresistible desserts, this young cooking prodigy is setting herself up for major success. "I just enjoy cooking. I always have. It's something that makes me happy and I want to share my happiness with the world."
"Not only is this woman an amazing chef, but beautiful as well. When asked about her marital status, she blushed a delicate pink and told us that she was in fact planning on marrying her boyfriend of 12 years. The lucky man.
"But don't let the fact that she is taken turn you off. This woman knows how to wow and dazzle your taste buds. We recommend calling her soon before she becomes too famous to cook for all us regular Joes." Esme finished reading and I felt myself blush.
"Where was that Esme?" I asked slightly stunned.
"On the front page of the Local Business section of the news paper." She declared happily. I laughed.
"Wow, that's amazing!" I felt suddenly excited. This might be the boost my business needed. I thanked her again before promising to come over for dinner this Friday night. I hung up with the largest smile. Edward stopped midsentence and glanced at me. I stood up grinning. "Hold on." I said placing his phone on the table. I grabbed a couple quarters from the change dish and ran outside to the street corner where there was a newspaper stand. I bought a newspaper and ripped it open. I examined the small article and squealed. I had remembered when the young man had come in to ask me a few questions about the business; never had I thought it would end up on the front page of the local business section of the news paper. I squealed and ran back to the shop. I pulled the door open and danced inside.
"Bella what is it?" Edward asked standing. I grinned and pulled him into a deep kiss before handing him the newspaper.
"I'm on the front page of Local Business section of the news paper!" I cried happily. Miss Dawson laughed and Edward pulled me into a tight hug.
"That's wonderful Love." I nodded and froze, my internal timer going off.
"Oh wait, the cakes are done." I said skipping to the oven.
"But there is still five minutes on the timer." Miss Dawson objected. I shook my head.
"I always know when something is finished. I just have this feeling." I explained pulling on the oven mitts. Miss Dawson frowned but watched curiously as I pulled the perfectly baked cakes from the oven.
I smiled and placed them all on the cooling racks.
"Love who is this?" I looked up at Edward who was frowning at the newspaper. I wandered over next to him and frowned.
"What?"I asked examining the article. He pointed to the man who had interviewed me.
"I don't like his tone." Edward said frowning. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you mean?" he looked at me and sighed.
"Bella, his description of you is a bit much don't you think?" I glazed over the article. The man who had interviewed me was a tad detailed in the article, raving about my beauty. I blushed.
"He's obviously insane so why is it bothering you?" I asked blushing. Edward looked at me and frowned.
"Blind." He said shaking his head. I knew what he meant. In all the years we had been dating, Edward always claimed I was beautiful. I didn't believe him, mainly because I knew I wasn't. Every time we would get into an argument over it, he would say I was blind to my own beauty. In the past few years, he has just taken to saying 'blind' to save time.
"Edward, it's just an article. So the guy was a bit OCD about capturing every detail about me, that's alright. At least everyone will know me on sight." I said, trying to make light of the situation. Edward sighed.
"I just don't want any creeps snooping around here." I smiled gently at him and kissed his cheek, turning to the cakes. I looked up at Carrie and smiled.
"I'm just going to frost them and you can try them." She nodded smiling.
"I can't wait. They smell amazing." I smiled and pulled out the frosting I had premade, quickly getting to work.
I finished all the samples and slid the plate to her. "I've called my fiancé. He'll be here any moment." I nodded and heard the front door chime. We looked up to see Carrie's fiancé, Dean Emerson, walk in. He glanced at Edward and frowned.
"Do I know you?" he asked. Edward grinned.
"Dean?" Dean looked surprised before grinning.
"Oh man, Eddie?" Edward rolled his eyes but shook hands with Dean.
"How have you been? I haven't seen you in years!" Dean exclaimed. I sat back with Carrie and watched.
"I've been good. Still going to school." Dean grinned.
"That's great man." He glanced at his fiancé and smiled, kissing her sweetly. "Babe, this is Edward Cullen. Remember me mentioning him?" Carrie frowned. "We went to this summer camp together ages ago back in high school. We all wanted him to go pro ball with us. Best natural pitcher I had ever seen, but he said he wanted to be a scientist instead." Dean said rolling his eyes. Edward chuckled, and wrapped an arm around my waist. Dean looked at me then his eyes widened. "You're his Bella!" he said pointing at me. I frowned and nodded slowly. "Man, Edward would not shut up about you! I remember someone had to toss a bucket of water over him because he wouldn't shut up." I looked up at Edward for confirmation. He grimaced and I laughed.
"Was that the summer Esme and Carlisle sent you away and I was moping all summer long with no one to hang out with and nothing to do?" I asked. Edward chuckled.
"Yes, that's the only summer we ever spent apart." I nodded and turned back to Dean and Carrie.
"What a funny coincidence." They both nodded. "Well the cakes are done if you would like to sample them." I said smiling. Carrie nodded.
"Oh Dean don't they smell incredible?" Carrie squealed. Dean nodded with a chuckle.
"They sure do."
Alright! So that is chapter one! woot! Chapter two will be up next friday... and who knows, if this story gets a good response, I'll update sooner. ;)
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