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A Hard Day's Night

Chapter 1

Bella's Point of View

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I slammed my hand against the nightstand until I found my alarm. It felt like I had just gone to bed. I didn't want to wake up or get out of bed. It was nice and warm cuddled up against my husband. If I got out of bed that meant I had to deal with reality.

It was five thirty in the morning— the only peaceful time before our children woke up. The sound of Edward's alarm went off. "Fuck off." He grumbled and then slammed his hand on the alarm clock. He pulled me back into his chest and nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck.

I knew we had to get up, if we didn't Edward and I would be late for work. I started to roll out of bed and Edward pulled me tighter against his chest. "No, Bella."

I ignored him and maneuvered away from him. Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the lights. It hurt my eyes to go from dark to light within seconds. I used the bathroom first and then walked over to the sink and started with my morning routine. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. Brushing away, I stared at myself in the mirror.

I looked exhausted; there were circles under my eyes. I spit the toothpaste out and rinsed my mouth with water. After that I washed my face, the warm water threatened to put me back to sleep. When I was finished, I dried my face off and hung the small wet towel on the rack.

I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Edward was still asleep with the sheets around his waist. His tattoo of the Cullen family crest was on full display on his back, and the abstract design on his ribcage was peeking out. I was a sucker for tattoos. Edward and I both had three of them. Edward had the Cullen crest on his back, an abstract design on his right arm, and on his ribcage was another abstract design with my name incorporated in it. My tattoos were simple; I had the word 'Believe' on my wrist, 'Myself' on my ribcage, and 'Love' on my hip.

I walked over to Edward and placed a kiss in between his shoulder blades. I left the bedroom and went into the hall to turn on the heat. We were having chilly weather here in Forks, Washington. It wasn't unusual. I was just happy it wasn't raining today.

I worked at the local elementary school as an aide and when the kids were on inclement weather schedule it sucked. They were unable to go outside for a much-needed recess to burn off their excess energy. I entered our bedroom again and noticed the empty bed. I went into the bathroom and Edward was brushing his teeth. His eyes were half closed.

I stripped out of my pajamas and turned on the shower. I waited a couple minutes for the water to heat up before I stepped inside. It felt like heaven as the warm water cascaded down my body. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back getting it wet.

I heard the glass door open and felt warm hands on my hips. I was pulled into a nice heated body. I opened my eyes to a very alert Edward. "Morning, baby. Where is my kiss?"

I laughed at his puckered lips, stood up on my tippy toes, and pressed my lips to his. "There it is." I laughed. I was five foot two and Edward was six foot one.

I pulled away and grabbed the Aveeno Shampoo and squirted it into the palm of my hand. I started to massage it into my hair and Edward started doing the same. When I was done I shaved my body free of any unwanted hair. Edward watched me with lustful eyes. It wasn't long before I was in his arms, in between the white tiled shower and him. His hardening member was pressed against my opening. His lips crashed against mine and he thrust fast and hard.

His breath mixed with the steam was hot against my neck. I locked my legs around his ass, pushing him deeper into me. My hands were grasping his bronze locks.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" he cried out.

The sound of our skin slapping against one another was loud. It turned me on more. "You fucking like that, baby?" He asked me.

I stared into his green eyes, "Of course, I fucking like your dick pounding into my pussy."

"Fucking, shit!" He grunted.

My screams were getting louder by the second and Edward's thrusts were getting faster. His balls slapped against my pussy. I could feel myself starting to succumb to the pleasure. My toes were curling, my breathing was labored, and my stomach coiled. "Come on my fucking cock, baby," Edward pleaded.

That was all I needed before I screamed out and felt the blissful feeling take over my body. Edward thrust into me a few more times before he finally came inside of me in long, hot spurts. I moaned and held onto him. My muscles ached from holding tightly onto him. He had to hold me up when I finally let go.

We finished up our shower and moved on to our daily routines. I was dressed in my skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. I left the bedroom and went over to Tanya's room—she was our eighteen year-old daughter— I could hear her moving around. I walked down the hall to Masen's room—our little hyper eight-year old— he was cuddled up in his blankets with his teddy bear and our Tea Cup Yorkie named Brownie. Brownie woke up instantly and ran out the room. I pulled Masen's bear out of his arms and shook him awake.

His bronze hair was disheveled— he inherited that from his father. I shook him again. "Mase, come on you need to get up."

He finally started to come around a few minutes later. I directed him to the outfit I had placed on his dresser last night and then I left his room.

I walked down stairs and let Brownie outside. I went over to the fish bowl and fed Masen's goldfish, Marty. Then I made the coffee that I was sure I was going to need. After that I opened the freezer, pulled out Eggo Waffles, and plopped them into the toaster. I was not a big fan of cooking in the morning.

As I waited for the waffles, I made everyone's lunch. Edward was having last night's chicken parmesan; Masen was having a ham sandwich, carrot sticks with ranch, an apple, and Gatorade; and Tanya was getting two dollars to buy lunch. I tried to find something for me that sounded good for lunch. I was tired of eating a salad every day. I looked through the fridge and found a frozen mini pizza. I guess I would just take that for lunch.

I packed everyone's lunches and set them on the counter. I took the waffles out of the toaster and placed them on paper plates. I walked back upstairs and ran into Masen. His hair was sticking up in the back. "Masen, let's go fix your hair."

He stared at me with his big brown eyes. "No."

"Yes, move it." I pointed to the bathroom door.

"No!" he screamed.

Masen was very tiny for his age, so it was easy to pick him up and bring him into the bathroom. I don't know what it is with boys, but he never remembered to brush his teeth. He glared at me as I watched him brush his teeth. When he was done, I grabbed the brush and started to comb his hair. He had a total melt down.

"I don't want you to touch my hair!" he cried.

"Stop it; you can't go to school looking like a slob," I snapped.

"Momma, no!" he shook his head.

I was getting frustrated and took the brush and gave his bottom a slight pat to get him to stop. His screams got louder. It was beyond frustrating. What is so wrong with brushing your hair? "Masen Thomas Cullen you better knock it off right now!"

His eyes were watery, but he stopped screaming at me. I finished brushing his hair and we left the bathroom. I walked downstairs and poured the syrup on Mase's waffles and cut them up. "Here you go, Mase."

He sat quietly eating his waffles and then Tanya joined us. "Jeeze, Mase, you practically woke up the whole neighborhood with your screaming this morning."

"Tanya, don't." I raised my voice.

She looked like me with her chocolate brown eyes and she tossed her brown hair. "What? He was screaming and acting like a baby. You're eight years old, kid. Start acting like it."

"Tanya! I don't want to hear you talk to your brother like that ever again." She was pushing my buttons. Well, I guess she always pushed my buttons. When I was her age I was a bit of a rebel. I was married with a two year old. She on the other hand was just a plain old bitch.

"Who gives a fuck what I say?" she brushed off.

I was about to say something to her but Edward beat me to it. "Hey, I don't want to ever hear you talk to your mother like that. You need to treat us with some fucking respect around this house. And I also don't want to hear that language come out of your mouth."

She rolled her eyes, "What's the big deal? You and mom both have sailor mouths."

"There's a difference. We are your parents, we can talk anyway we please. You, however, are the kid and living under my roof, and you must abide by my rules."

"Whatever," she grumbled.

I placed her waffles in front of her. This was how it was every fucking morning. My daughter would make snarky remarks to her brother, I would yell at her, she would yell at me, and then Edward and she went at it. I was so sick of her behavior, and it didn't matter what we said or did. She would always do her own thing.

There was a loud honk outside and Tanya smiled. "Great! Demetri is here. I am saved from you losers." Since Edward and I refused to buy Tanya a car she got a ride from her boyfriend Demetri. I don't like his family; I swear they have sticks up their asses.

"You okay, Mase?" I asked him.

He nodded his head. Brownie started scratching the door and Edward let her in. The coffee pot beeped and I poured Edward and I each a cup. I grabbed the French Vanilla creamer out of the fridge and mixed it into my coffee.

I took a sip of the warm liquid and sighed. Masen finished up his breakfast. I grabbed his plate, threw it away, and washed his fork. Masen grabbed his backpack. Edward ran his hand through his hair. "Bella, that girl is trying to kill me. I am going to have grey hairs before I turn thirty-five."

"I know, I don't have any more words on how to deal with her." They never gave you a handbook on how to raise your child the right way. I got pregnant with Tanya when I was sixteen, and she was such a difficult baby. She was colicky, never wanted to take naps, only liked certain foods—the list went on and on. Then ten years later I had Masen. He was such an easy baby, but now he was a little monster child. We had our good days and then we had our bad days. Masen was extremely smart for a third grader; however, he had trouble with staying on task and talking. Tanya, on the other hand, struggled for her grades, but I truly believe it was because she put all her effort into being the cheerleading captain.

"Well, all I know is that if this behavior continues she is getting sent to your parent's house." I laughed at him. My mother was English and carried many traditions with her and my father was a retired chief of police. I had an older sister, Vanessa, who was the perfect child, and I wanted to be just like her. Growing up I was so scared to break the law or disobey my parents, but that changed when I met Edward. He turned me into a bit of a rebel. My parents hated him at first, but over the years they have taken a liking to him.

Edward and my brother-in-law, Jacob, own a mechanic shop in La Push. While my sister is a conservative woman, she married Jacob who couldn't be any more opposite. Despite their differences, they really do love each other and are wonderful parents to their three boys.

Masen came back into the kitchen and grabbed his lunch. He put it into his backpack. "I'm ready."

He went over to Marty and started talking away to the little goldfish. I finished up my coffee, rinsing off both our cups, and putting them in the dishwasher. When I turned around it was the first time that morning I noticed how good Edward looked. He was wearing a snug white v-neck shirt, blue jeans that hugged his ass, and his black work boots. He was my greaser boy.

He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss. "I'll see you later."

"Mhmm." I mumbled against his lips.

"I love you," he said, pulling away.

"I love you, too."

"Have a good day, Mase." Edward said and gave him a pat on the back.

Masen grabbed his backpack and we headed out. I got into my black Jeep and waited for Edward's red pickup truck to pull away. I drove down the black, wet roads. Masen was in the backseat looking out the window. I had the local radio on low. It took only fifteen minutes to get to the elementary school.

As usual, parking at the school was difficult. They really needed to expand the parking; they had 25 parking spots and 35 teachers. That didn't include office aides, administrators, and parent volunteers. I finally found a spot across the street. Masen and I got out of the car and carefully ran across the street, dodging some of the crazy drivers.

We walked inside the office; I grabbed my badge and locked up my purse. I greeted some of the office staff, picked up my walkie-talkie, and moved quickly to the playground before the children arrived. I nudged Masen to drop off his backpack as I met Rosalie McCarthy, one of my best friends near the swings. I had met her ten years ago when I first started working at the school. She was married to Fork's High's Physical Education teacher, Emmett McCarthy. They also had two children— Riley, who was fifteen and a freshman in high school, and Ben, who was eleven and in fifth grade. Riley was a football player, and was the perfect mix of Rose and Emmett with his brown hair and blue eyes. Ben was the quiet kid with long brown curly hair just like his dad.

"Good morning, Bella," she smiled. Rosalie had a good eight inches on me. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She really should have been a model.

"Morning," I greeted.

"You ready for another day with these munchkins?" she laughed.

"Am I ever?" It seemed like these kids were growing up too fast. They wanted to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. They were way too young for that in my opinion. Then there was also the fact that these kids were mean to one another, they picked on each other and not to mention the foul language. I knew I was not one to talk, but I didn't like kids talking that way. My children knew better—well, maybe Tanya didn't, but Masen did.

The children ran up the sidewalk toward the playground. They fought for the handball courts. It was the children's favorite place to play. I saw Masen heading over to court number one. He waited in line patiently until he was up. I liked to call him my jumping bean; he was so tiny but he could burn so much energy.

The bell rang after twenty minutes and the kids lined up. The teachers came out and lead their students to their respective rooms. Mrs. Weber was Masen's teacher and one of the last teachers that got their students. It was silent and Rose and I had a half-hour before we were back at the playground for recess.

I was so happy when the bell rang. I had my purse and was waiting outside Masen's classroom for him. Mrs. Weber always took forever to let the kids out. I never knew why. It was five minutes after release and the kids started running out to their parents. I waited for Masen but Mrs. Weber saw me and pulled me in.

"Hi Mrs. Cullen. I had a little problem today with Masen," she said in a condescending voice. I truly believed she didn't like teaching anymore. She was always grumpy around me and she always had a complaint about Masen.

"What did he do?" I asked, staring at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I had my door opened today and there were a couple of flies that entered the classroom. Masen decided during art time to catch them with his pencil sharpener and got the other students distracted.

"Really?" I asked. So he was a kid, he did that all the time when he was outside. He had a thing for critters.

"Yes, I hope you can address with him what type of behavior should be used in the classroom tonight?

"Of course," I responded to please her.

"Alright, well, have a nice night." She smiled.

I said the same to her and got in the car with Masen. After a few seconds of silence Masen spoke up. "Momma, am I in trouble?" His brown eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

"No, Mase, you aren't in trouble." I promised him.

I just wanted to get home and have a nice dinner with my family. I just hoped Masen didn't have a fit about something, and Tanya would be pleasant for once.


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