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The Housemate

Chapter Fifteen

Edward and I changed clothes, and then walked out of the house calmly, where he got onto his bike first, throwing a leg over. I had to hold on tight to his shoulders to get on behind him and keep my balance. He didn't move forward to make it any easier, and I realized why when every inch of my front rubbed down his back when I sat.

He handed the helmet and his jacket back to me and I took them, rolling my eyes as I pulled them on.

"Ready?" He asked when I wrapped my arms around him.

"Yep."

And we took off.

~O~

I didn't know where we were going, but we were going there fast. The road was fairly deserted because it was Sunday, and people tended to stay in, so Edward wasn't holding back on his speed. He zoomed through the streets easily, with the bike rumbling loudly underneath us. I held on tight to him, feeling the hard muscle that was Edward. He was all man.

It was cheesy, but I couldn't help but love being on the road with him. He was so big and strong, and being on the bike just reminded me of that. I loved the way he just maneuvered the bike like it was nothing, so easy and smooth. I couldn't help but feel safe here with him-or safe anywhere with him.

Girl, you are in this so deep.

I sighed, pressing my helmet covered face into his shoulder.

After a while we headed to the park, and I smiled.

He got off the bike and then helped me off. I took off the helmet and jacket and held his hand as we walked over to a bench where we could watch the ducks.

I lay my head on his shoulder while he pulled out his cigarettes and packed them, and then pulled one out.

"Can I have one?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He scoffed, "Can you finish it?"

"Nope." I answered, smirking.

"Then I'll share. You can have a drag whenever you want." He responded.

I shrugged, "Whatever."

"How come you can't finish this," He nodded to his cig, taking a deep drag and blowing it toward the sky, "But you can smoke weed? Weed is so much...thicker." Cue eyebrow jiggle.

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged, "I don't know. I only did it twice and coughed a lot every time I took a hit."

"You heard the entire conversation?" I asked him, doing a complete 180 on the subject. "Snoop." I poked his chest.

He snorted, "Yeah, well, it's not like I had to sneak up the stairs and crouch down by the kitchen to hear every word."

I winced, "We were that loud?"

"You were...heard." He nodded, smirking a little bit.

Cringing, I sighed and lay my head back down.

"Yeah. My mom knows everything I said."

"It's okay, Bella. She'll get over it. You love her and she knows that. It was a lot to take in." He rubbed my back, dipping his fingers up the back of my shirt to trace my spine.

"What else did you hear?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder and glaring. He smirked, looking down at me.

"You think I'm sexy, huh? And dangerous?" He nipped at the tip of my nose.

"No. That was all a front so Phil wouldn't figure out we were together." I raised my eyebrows and put on my serious face, giving him my innocent smile that I usually reserved for Renee.

He raised one eyebrow up high, "Real-ly? Then why would you tell me that you always want me?"

Yeah, I knew that was going to get thrown back in my face.

I narrowed my eyes, "I want you for your shiny personality." I deadpanned.

He chuckled, "You don't like me at all?" He pouted, tilting his head he looked at me smolderingly.

My stomach tightened and I took a deep breath so I wouldn't sound like an idiot when I answered.

"Maybe a little."

He leaned forward to peck me on the lips, "I thought so."

Cocky bastard.

I snagged the cigarette from his hand, putting it to my mouth for a small drag to avoid coughing. I let the cool taste and warm burn of the smoke calm me as it traveled through windpipe and into my lungs. I held it there for a moment before I exhaled and gave it back to him.

He kissed my forehead, "You shouldn't smoke these, ya know. They'll kill you."

Rolling my eyes I gestured to him, "Pot." I gestured to me, "Kettle."

Nodding, he shrugged lightly, taking another drag.

"You love it."

I snorted, but chose not to respond to that comment. I did like it.

I loved every minute of his jack assery.

Damn him.


"Peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of creative alternatives for responding to conflict - alternatives to passive or aggressive responses, alternatives to violence." Dorothy Thompson


Later that evening, after an uneventful walk in the park and a light lunch, Edward and I walked into the house to screaming.

"Renee, no way, you're not going to treat me like shit because you're hurt over what happened with Bella! That's not how our marriage and partnership-"

"Marriage? Marriage?! You're not supposed to keep secrets from your partner either! But you've been covering for Bella all year! She's been rebelling to get our attention, Phil! You ignored it! Who knows what she'll do next!"

Edward and I stood on the landing with the door wide open behind us, listening to what they were saying in the kitchen.

"Maybe she'll fuck Edward! That'd be the perfect way to rebel!" Phil yelled back at her.

I frowned, looking down at our clasped hands.

"I'm not going to fuck you to rebel." I whispered to him, as Renee screamed a 'Don't you fucking say shit like that, Phillip!'

Edward licked his lips a leered at me.

"So you're going to fuck me?"

I shrugged, "maybe later."

He smirked, pushing his hand into my back pocket as we continued to listen.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? I wasn't trying to piss you off…I wanted to bond with the step daughter a little bit. She didn't seem to care we were together, but she didn't really talk to me ever. I wanted a relationship with her. I thought maybe being cool and hip would make her like me." Phil's voice softened as he tried to explain.

Renee didn't seem to care. "You…wanted to bond with Bella…so you ignored her cries for help."

"God, Renee! You are being overly hormonal!"

"Oh shit." Edward whispered.

"I'm not being overly hormonal, Phillip! I am trying to take care of my daughter! MY daughter! Not yours. MINE. Mine to take care of. Mine to discipline. Mine to listen to. It is MY decision whether or not I should let things slide." Renee was being calm. Too calm. She was livid, reining it in so she wouldn't lose it. She was doing something she never did-exercising control.

I heard something hit the wall hard, and jumped. Edward cringed next to me. Okay maybe she wasn't reining it in as much as I thought she was.

"See, I thought when we got married, that meant that I was going to help you with Bella. That she would be OUR responsibility. Especially since the poor girl has that loser of a father that barely speaks to her! I thought we'd be PARTNERS in everything!"

"God, Phil, you are so fucking young and naïve!"

After that I didn't want to hear anymore, so I grabbed Edwards hand and pulled him down the stairs and to my bedroom where I shut the door and turned on my peaceful playlist on my docked Ipod before turning to Edward, who stood calmly behind me.

"Do you think that will be us someday?" I whispered, the words slipping out before I could help it.

"No." he shook his head and opened his arms for me to fold myself into him. He felt like a warm blanket.

"How come?"

"Belle. Some relationships are like theirs…but some are like this. Us. The age difference can make it hard. But it can also be accepted to a point where you don't even think about it anymore. I'll show you."

He moved us to the bed as Yiruma began to tickle the ivories in the background.

I sat in his lap as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out in front of us, maneuvering to his pictures.

"This is my family." He turned his phone to the side to blow up the picture.

I took the phone from him and held it closer to my face. God, his whole family was beautiful. It wasn't just him. The photo was taken outside with blue skies and a grassy area all around them, flowers in the background. Everyone wore black dress pants and blue button up shirts, looking very polished and sophisticated.

His parents sat in the middle, Edward standing directly behind them, two couples on each side of him. God, his mother was gorgeous with blue eyes deep as the sea and caramel hair. She had a large beautiful smile on her face, and who could blame her? She had a fox sitting right next to her. His dad had blonde hair that was slicked back. You couldn't tell he was significantly older than his wife- despite the few wrinkles that he bore- but his eyes, the same green as Edward's, held a deep wisdom and knowledge. They seemed kind.

On Edwards left was a midget. Not literally…but she was incredibly short and small, a pixie cut on her brown head. She was covered in Jewelry, obviously trying to set herself apart from the others, which worked completely but not overwhelmingly. Next to her stood a blond curly haired male who had a good natured, but awkward tight lipped smile.

On the opposite side stood one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and a giant. She wore a skirt instead of pants, and her smile was pearly white and gorgeous. Her husband was large, but his smile was big and playful. He had the big blue eyes like his Mother.

And Edward…Just stood there with his hands in his pockets, smiling a great big smile that told me that he felt he had everything in the world. God, he looked so happy, and so carefree.

"Um..My Alice and Jasper on my left, and Emmett and Rosalie on my right. My parents in the middle. My parents, despite their slight faults, were wonderful. Carlisle being older wasn't something I ever really thought twice about, because it didn't matter to them. They never fought when we could hear. Hell, I didn't even know they fought until I was in my teens and I realized everybody's parents did. Before that, I thought that they were perfect. They were always smiling and laughing and going out on dates, they were strict without yelling…I don't know. I thought they were superman and superwoman."

He was rambling a little bit but I didn't care. He was sharing, and that's all I wanted.

"What happened?" I whispered, handing him his phone back when the screen went black.

He squeezed me, "I stopped practicing. Carlisle, my Dad, is a doctor, and he was furious when he figured out how invested I had become. There's a fine line between caring and being invested too deeply as a doctor, and I crossed it. He told me that I needed to grow up, let go, move to another field instead of psychiatry."

"You couldn't help it, Edward." I murmured, rubbing his arm. When Edward cared for someone, he cared deeply. It wasn't his choice. That was something I was slowly beginning to realize about him. This relationship wasn't for shits and giggles, this was him caring for me from the time my mom started bragging. When we met his care grew and grew. He cared deeply, and I was beginning to see it in every action, and every touch. Despite him being a total jack ass sometimes.

He ignored that. "He just did all this on the day of Tyler's funeral. My mom backed him up. My brothers and sisters promised that they'd come to the funeral and they skipped out. I had been there for them for so long. Lent money, done jobs, helped people move again and again. I asked them for one fucking thing."

"How long has it been?"

"Four months."

I exhaled. "You haven't talked to them since that week?"

"Nope."

And he was clamming back up.

"The point is, until that moment, I had the perfect family and the perfect parents. I'm sure that before long all will be forgiven between all of us and we'll be that way again. It will take work, but we'll make it happen. So, bottom line, we'll strive really hard to not be like your parents, Belle. Instead, we'll be like mine."

"Okay." I murmured quietly.

"If I…called Alice and asked her to go to lunch, would you come with us?"

"You don't need to ask." I whispered, turning so I could kiss him hard on the lips as a thank you for sharing.

He took it deeper, shoving his tongue into my mouth only to exit immediately and suck hard on my bottom lip. My head fell back in a moan, and he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck, his hands moving from my hips. One trailed up my side to skim up my breast to the side of my neck, and the other moved down to my ass.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, and his warm mouth puffing hot air onto my skin wasn't helping. I tangled my hands in his hair as my eyes rolled closed.

"How come this happens?" My breathless voice pushed out.

"What?" He mumbled, lips attached to my neck. I let out a small 'mmm…' and he licked and sucked. Tingles ran down my spine and I tried very hard to focus on what the hell I was planning on saying.

"Why…Why do we open up to each other and connect emotionally and then make out? Don't you think it cheapens it a little bit?"

He chuckled against my neck and licked a line up it to my lips, which he pecked, then pulled back to look me in the eye. His eyes were dilated and god, he was sexy with his messy hair. Damn him for looking so put together while I was putty in his very capable hands.

When my eyes roved over his chest in his tight t shirt and I licked my lips, he laughed.

"Because I'm dating a hormonal teenager?" I smacked his arm, and he snickered.

"Because when I 'connect emotionally' you always end up kissing me, and your kisses turn me on." He raised his eyebrows and removed his hand from my ass to grab mine and place it on his boner. "An embarrassing reaction for a grown man, but there it is."

I rubbed him lightly through his jeans and smiled when he groaned lightly.

"You tease." He breathed huskily.

"You like it." I pecked his lips.

"GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" I ripped my hand away from Edward and stood up when I heard Renee screaming from upstairs.

"FINE!" A scream from Phil, then feet slamming hard down on the stairs before the front door was torn open and slammed shut hard enough to shake my closed door.

"What the…" I murmured, walking to my door so I could go see what the fuck just happened.

"Bella. Maybe you should leave her be for a little while." Edward grabbed my hand to stop me, pulling it up to his mouth to lick my palm. "She probably needs a minute."

"No," I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him and his talented tongue, "I know Renee. She needs to scream and rant and cry." I sighed, pulling my hair into a ponytail, feeling tired. We'd done this before. With her other boyfriends. The screaming and fighting and throwing things. I thought that was all over when she met Phil. Apparently not.

I looked back at Edward, and he stared at me hard, seeming to piece something together.

"You do this for her all the time, don't you?" He murmured.

Nodding, I shrugged, "Sure. Her and Phil don't do this often, but she used to do this with her other boyfriends all the time."

"Let her calm down." Edward insisted, looking frustrated. He looped a finger through my belt loop and pulling me back into him. I looked at us in the mirror, his hands on my hips with a firm grip, his shoulders hunched so he could stoop to blow lightly in my ear. "Stay down here with me for a while."

I wished I could stay in the little bubble of us, just like he wanted, but I had a part in this. When the fights happened, I always went up and talked to her. And she always screamed and yelled at me, told me what happened, and asked me if I thought she was being unfair. She usually was, but I was her daughter, therefore eternally on her side. So it was always the guys fault. "She can't calm down on her own, that's the point. She needs a white board, someone to bounce ideas off of to think things through." I pushed his hand off me, "I know her."

He exhaled through his nose, looking annoyed through the mirror. He didn't like this. But why? It was something that we always did. What was so annoying about me wanting to take care of Renee? "Fine. I'll wait here."

"Kay." I kissed his cheek and smiled lightly before I walked to my door and opened it up. The house was eerily silent as I walked to the stairs. When my foot hit the first step, I heard something hit the wall hard, and a grunt of exertion from Renee. Then another, and another as items hit walls.

"Damn you, Phil!" She yelled, throwing something hard enough to break a window. I dropped my head into my hands. Great. One more thing we would have to pay for.

"Nope. No way. You're not gonna deal with this shit." Suddenly, Edwards arms wrapped around me from behind, caging me in so I couldn't go up the stairs.

"Damn it, Edward." I finally got exasperated with him trying to convince me to stay down here. "Don't you see? I'm the only one that can handle it." I threw his arms off of me.

"Fuck, don't you see how unconventional this is?!" He exclaimed, turning me around by gripping my shoulders and pivoting me, "if this is your life, then I'm glad I came when I did. Let's get you the hell out of here." He raised his eyebrows pointedly, looking at the door that was in sight.

"And go where?" I snickered as a plate broke upstairs, "College? With no money to pay for it? What a joke." I scoffed bitterly.

"Haven't you ever heard of FAFSA?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes! And Phil made enough money last year that they wouldn't even consider me." I pinched his arm to try and get him to let me go. I didn't want to think about this right now.

"What about your dad?" He was speaking through clenched teeth as I dug my nails in to the already pinched skin.

He grunted when I dug them in harder.

"No dice. He doesn't have any money either."

"Then go off his income, Bella." He exclaimed quietly, but angrily.

"I'd have to go to a school in Washington. And pay out of state tuition." I leaned forward and bit his chin.

"Ow! Fuck!" He hissed, finally fed up, he let me go and when I turned to go up the stairs, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him. I lost my balance on the stairs, and fell hard into him, knocking a surprised breath out of me while he wrapped one arm around my waist and grabbed my hands with the other. He walked us backwards into the living room, then into his room, while I kicked ineffectively backwards at his shins. Once inside his room he tossed me onto the bed and then climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, gripping my wrists and pinning them next to my head.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. Renee, no doubt.

"I don't like it when you man handle me, Edward." I spat, frustrated. Renee needed me. What the hell was his problem?

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I got a sick sort of satisfaction from pissing him off.

"I don't like it when you go up to confront your insane mother, Isabella." He scoffed. "Don't you realize how messed up it is that your mother who is almost fifty years old has her seventeen year old daughter take care of her?" He whispered, softening a bit.

He exhaled through his nose. "Don't you realize that I want you to be safe? Safe and happy? You need to be in a stable environment. I don't want you to have to take care of anyone...Belle. Let someone take care of you for a change."

I sighed, wriggling a little bit under him to get comfortable, and he shifted so he was lying on top of me instead of straddling me, loosening his hold on my wrists so that I could have wriggled them out had I wanted to.

But I didn't want to shake him off. He was right. I wanted someone to take care of me. And…fuck. He wanted to. So I closed my eyes.

"Take care of me, then." I whispered, finally letting my body calm, letting the weight that had been on my shoulders for so long fall off.

A kiss was placed on my forehead as Renee screamed my name from the top of the stairs to see if I was down here. I didn't answer. My phone started vibrating again.

"Whatever you want, Belle. Whatever the hell you want. I'll give it to you. Don't forget that, kay?" His voice was husky and so quiet as doors started slamming, Renee's stomped steps made it clear exactly where she was upstairs.

I was embarrassed. If Renee knew Edward was here she wouldn't be acting like this. But, she didn't know he was here, and so she was just herself, while Edward quietly witnessed and looked down at me with such sympathy. I wanted to run and hide from his understanding.

"I just want you." I whispered, moving my hands down a bit so that my wrists were no longer held, instead our fingers were clasped.

He leaned down to rest his lips on mine, looking into my eyes.

"Fuck. You have no idea, do you?" He asked himself, exhaling a little mocking snicker, "You have me." The words were whispered against my lips, and the mixed feel of the vibrations as well as the husky tone reaching into my ears…God. It just made me tingle all over.

"You just…God." I whispered, not knowing how to explain. He had me, too. I was in so deep in this. He consumed me. Even the way that he laid on top of me; His body so long, so large compared to mine. I felt like he was never ending, wrapped around me deliciously. Our breathing was even synchronized so I took in every breath he exhaled and vice versa.

Renee was still throwing things upstairs, and slamming doors. My pocket had started vibrating nonstop, and I knew Edward could feel it, pressed up against me the way he was.

"I need to go up there, Edward. She isn't gonna stop." I was so reluctant, so fucking sick and tired of mothering Renee.

"Belle. She'll run out of steam. Turn off your phone." He let go of my hand and reached into my pocket-ignoring my little gasp at how his fingers brushed my pussy.

His hand emerged with my phone and he ignored the call that Renee was currently making, and then turned my phone off.

"She'll worry." I whispered.

"Just tell her your phone died." He whispered back as his phone started vibrating in his pocket.

Exhaling through his teeth, he reached down and pulled it out, moving so he lay next to me on his side, placing the phone on the bed so I could hear Renee.

"Hello."

"Edward. You have Bella, don't you?" She sounded shaky, but none of the absolute fury that I had heard upstairs just moments ago was masked.

"Yeah, she's with me. We just got out of a movie." He had just made an excuse for me. I turned my head and pecked him on the lips quietly.

"Oh. Well, could you two come home now? I need to speak with Bella. It's important." Straight to the point, her voice was frustrated. I could only imagine what waited for me upstairs.

"Sure, Renee, of course. We were just trying to stay out of the house so you and Phil could process the news of your pregnancy."

"Well, thank you, Edward, but I want my daughter back now." Impatience colored her tone.

"Right. On our way." He hung up without waiting for a response.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, maybe she will calm down a bit in the next few minutes."

A door slammed hard upstairs.

Yeah, I was wishing for too much.

~O~

Edward and I trailed up the stairs fifteen minutes later, opening the door and shutting it so Renee would think we had just walked in.

"Bella?" She called. I had to admit, her voice was a bit calmer, her words not so shaky.

"Yeah, Mom! Down here!"

"Come here." She was quiet, but I could tell she was in the kitchen.

"Kay." I kissed Edward on the cheek, and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving you all alone with that. I'll be on the stairs." He nodded to the set in front of us.

Shrugging, I turned and walked up the stairs and through the living room.

Renee jumped up and hugged me when I got to the kitchen, throwing her arms around me, and burying her tear soaked face in my neck while I took in the damage.

There were several plates and cups broken against the far wall of the kitchen, and the sliding back door had a big hole in it from the baseball that had previously rested on a bookshelf in the living room. I sighed, bringing my hands up to rub Renee's back.

"What happened?" I whispered.

She pulled away, wiping underneath her eyes. "Phil and I got in a fight about money and the baby. I told him that he needed to look for a corporate job, instead of sinking us financially. He told me that I needed to stop being lazy and ask for my old job back."

"Mom, you are not being lazy!" I exclaimed, as was my duty.

Nodding, she gasped, "I know! So I told him that I couldn't work in my condition! I have such a high-risk pregnancy. The baby could die if I had to work eight hour shifts on my feet like that." She patted her stomach.

"Well we don't want to put the baby in danger. What did Phil say?" I wondered, moving so that I was sitting on the couch, pulling Renee after me.

"That I was being unreasonable! 'I'm not the one sinking us, Renee. At least, I'm not the only one.'" She quoted him, sounding more insulted by the minute.

"That was out of line." I murmured absently…"But, maybe if you got your old job back, at least for a little while, it would help us out." Maybe you wouldn't have to use my money.

"You…" She exhaled, suddenly glaring at me. "You're on his side! You are actually on that ass hole's side!"

My eyes widened and I shook my head, "No, you don't understand-"

"Oh I understand just fine! I'm not stupid Bella." She stood up, grabbing her coat and throwing it on, as well as her flip flops. "You're supposed to be my daughter! On MY side! God, you two just laugh and laugh at how naïve I am don't you? Poor little Renee, thinks that her family actually loves her!"

"Mom, I do love you! Don't go. I was just trying to figure out something that would help us!" I followed after her, but she held her hand out.

"Don't, Bella. Don't." She ran down the stairs that Edward had disappeared from, and slammed the door hard behind her.

"Great." I whispered, looking around the house again.

Magazines scattered the floor in the living room, and the coffee table had been flipped upside down. Phil. Renee wasn't strong enough to do that.

Guilt churned my stomach as I began to worry. I knew when she walked out like this that I shouldn't chase her, but I didn't know what else to do. I had to know that she was okay, that she wasn't putting the baby in danger.

I ran to the window to look and see if I could spot which way she went, but she was gone. I growled, kicking the magazines underneath my feet.

"Bella. She just needed to calm down. Let her go." Edwards' voice was behind me.

I turned to him, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" I whispered to him, as he came over and picked me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, hot tears hidden in his neck.

"No. She was being irrational and took it out on you." He walked to the kitchen, placing me down on the table.

"Do you want some water?" He asked, stepping around the shards to get me a glass.

I shook my head, "Mountain dew."

He nodded, looking to the counter next to the fridge where it was normally kept, only to find nothing. I pointed to the living room wall where it had been lodged after Renee had thrown it.

Raising his eyebrows, he walked over to it and casually pulled it out of the wall, pouring me a glass and placing it in my hand, hopping up onto the table to sit next to me.

"Edward. I can't do this anymore." I whispered, staring at the shards of glass on the floor.

"Let me pay for your schooling. We'll go together." He took my chin and turned it toward him, so I would look him in the eye.

"Okay." I nodded, agreeing to something that I would never agree to normally.

As long as I was far away from here.


Authors note: Okay. What do you guys think? Did you expect that from Phil and Renee? What about Renee's response to Bella? I know that things were skirted over-The fact that Bella doesn't even like this baby, the fact that Renee knows about Bella's 'partying' days. But, they will come. When Renee is calmer.

Tell me what you thought of the quote, as well as Edwards little proposition at the end. Do you think it will end well?

Also! Tell me what you thought of Edward and Bella's talks. I want to know what you think about their developing intimacy. This chapter had a lot of info in it you guys! So if you skipped or skimmed over something, go back and read. Little thing are said that are a big step for Edward and Bella. Plus, little things about Renee are coming to the surface. Do you hate her?

I'm sorry that there was wait. View it like this. It wasn't as long as the last wait. Yay?

-Drinking :)