A/N: Sooner than usual right? Right? :D
Big thanks to my beta RandomatGedz for making this story readable :)
A Second Chance
I twitch slightly at the sound of his melodic voice, but I'm too comfortable to open my eyes.
"Bella, sweetheart? Wake up, we're home." He shakes me slightly, and I finally muster up enough energy to open my eyes and sit up.
We're sitting in the car right in front of our house just as he'd said. When did I fall asleep? The last thing I remember was getting in the car after that mind blowing kiss we had when we were pronounced husband and wife.
My face flames at the memory.
"Um, how long was I asleep? Where is everyone else?" I ask, as I look around and find that we're the only car in the driveway.
"You fell asleep the moment we got settled in the car," Edward smiles affectionately at me. "You must have been exhausted. Everyone wanted to give us a chance to rest for a while before they come over for dinner later tonight."
"Oh, okay." I turn away from Edward's intent gaze and slowly climb out of the car, but before I can move an inch Edward is there to help me out.
"Thanks." I mumble quietly as he leads me to the door.
For the past few days, he's been treating me like I'm made of glass, and while I do appreciate his concern, I still can't help but be annoyed every once in a while. I'm very capable of walking on my own for a few steps without falling on my face, if that's what he's afraid of. But I know he's doing all he can to protect his late brother's unborn baby, and since that baby happens to be half mine as well, then I can't resent him for it.
"You should head up to your room and rest for a bit, I can get you some lunch if you're hungry?" He says as soon as we enter the house.
"No, it's okay, I can make my own food." I mumble as I shuffle towards the kitchen, although I feel like my legs are turning to lead. "I should prepare something for dinner, anyway."
"I can do that, Bella." He replies, following close behind me.
"No, I want to do it. This is the first time we host a dinner here, I want it to be good." I explain as I start gathering some ingredients to begin cooking.
A look of surprise crosses Edward's face for a second, before he smiles wickedly.
"Does that mean you doubt my cooking abilities?" He teases me.
"What would a twenty eight year old guy who's only ever cooked for himself know?" I laugh.
Edward quickly rolls up his sleeves, "I'm going to have to prove you wrong then. Scoot over." He pushes me gently out of the way and forces me to sit down at a nearby chair.
I giggle as he puts on a 'Kiss the Chef' apron, which I hadn't known was even there, and gets to work.
We spend the next couple of hours bantering back and forth, and I'm actually surprised at how good Edward is in the kitchen. He definitely knows what he's doing.
When the meal is all done and stowed away in the oven until the guests arrive, we both head up to our respective rooms to shower and change.
Everyone starts arriving a half an hour later and we all gather around the dining table to taste Edward's delicious creations. And they are really delicious. I'm tempted to have him cook for me every day now.
Maybe he can be a stay at home dad, I muse.
That thought causes me to pause for a second. Since when have I been thinking of Edward as a dad? Since I agreed to marry him, I guess, I answer myself. After all, he's going to be the only father my baby knows.
I snap out of my thoughts as Edward reaches over and clasps my hand over the table, right in front of all our friends and family. I quickly pull my hand away in embarrassment.
Sure, we had to put up the guise of a loving coupe in front of everyone else, but he didn't have to be so blatant about it.
Edward frowns at me briefly before he's pulled into a conversation with Emmett, who's sitting next to him.
He really was pulling out all the stops.
I'm reminded of the passionate kiss we had shared at city hall. I guess that was part of the charade as well.
My shoulders droop a bit, and a strange feeling courses through me.
What is that? Disappointment?
Why would I be disappointed that the kiss wasn't genuine?
"Bella, is everything okay?" Alice leans in to whisper to me.
"Yeah," I clear my throat as it feels dry all of a sudden. "I'm fine."
"Honey," My mom joins in. "You look really exhausted, maybe we should all call it a night and let you two rest?" She suggests.
"No, really, you don't need to do that," I insist.
"I think Renee's right, sweetheart," Dad says. "You do look tired, besides we all have to catch early flights tomorrow, so we should head back to the hotel to get some rest too."
Everyone agrees, and before I can put up a fight, they file out of the house, giving us goodbye hugs and promises to visit again soon.
As soon as they're all gone, I quickly head back to the dining room to clean up the dishes.
"Bella, wait. I can do that," Edward protests.
"No, no. You cooked, so I clean," I argue. "Just go up and rest for a while, I'll be done in a couple of minutes anyway."
He stands rooted to the spot as he stares at me intently.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Bella." He apologizes. I stand still, dishes in both hands.
"It's fine; just give me a warning the next time you decide to do that."
Since my back is to him, I can't see how my words affected him, but I can hear him take in a long breath before he says, "Fine." Then I hear his footsteps walk away and climb up the stairs.
I sigh dismally, and plop down on one of the dining room chairs.
I was way too harsh; I shouldn't have said it like that.
Well, what's done is done and I can't take it back now.
I hear footsteps coming near again, and I look towards the doorway to find Edward dressed in his coat.
"I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon." He announces quietly.
"Oh, okay." I stutter.
He walks out the door and I can hear the sound of the car's engine a minute later as it drives away.
Tears start to prick my eyes, and I quickly clean up the dishes before I collapse.
I take a quick shower and settle into bed for the night.
Sleep evaded me for the next couple of hours as I tossed and turned in bed trying to find a comfortable position to lie down in, so I could relax. Another hour passed and I remained the same, so I decided to give up and head to the kitchen to grab something warm to drink, maybe it could help me sleep then. As I pass by Edward's room, I pause for a second and listen carefully, hoping that maybe he had come home without me knowing, even though I knew that was impossible.
I sigh and continue on my way. I grab some milk out of the fridge and heat it up. As I sat down in the kitchen drinking, I hear a car's engine outside. I rush to the kitchen window and pull the curtains aside.
Edward had just parked his car and was making his way out. Even though it's dark outside now that he turned off the front lights of the car, I can still see the outline of his body. I can tell that he's moving unsteadily on his feet.
Is he drunk?
I walk quickly to the door and hold it open for him.
"Edward? Are you okay?" I call out.
He stops for a second and smiles sardonically.
"Just peachy." He says.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yup, s'that a problem?" He asks with a slur.
"No, I mean, I'm just worried about you, that's all." I confess.
Edward laughs loudly as he passes me to enter the house.
"Well, isn't that a fantastic turn of events. Little Miss Isabella cares about Edward Cullen after all. She's not just using him as a meal ticket, because she needs a baby Daddy."
"Edward!" I yell angrily at him. What the hell has gotten into him?
"Truth hurts, doesn't it?" He looks sadly at me.
"You know what; we'll talk in the morning after you sober up. Maybe then you won't be such an asshole."
I walk away quickly, but no quick enough as Edward grabs a hold of me and wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me close to his body.
"No, wait, please." He mumbles almost incoherently, as I try to break free of his hold, but he only tightens his arms around me more. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, please don't be mad at me."
"Let go, Edward." I push his arms as hard as I can, but he still won't let go.
"Not until you stop being mad at me." He insists.
"I'm not mad, just let go."
Instead of doing as I ask, he turns me around so that I'm facing him and bends down to kiss me.
Just like the kiss at City Hall, I feel a jolt go through my entire body as his lips move against mine.
His arms are wrapped like iron vices around my back, and I can't break free.
Only, at this point I'm not sure I want to.
I'm jolted out of my dangerous line of thought when the cup I hadn't known I'd been holding till now crashes to the ground and breaks.
Edward and I break apart, and as soon as his arms loosen their hold, I take the chance to run away back up to my room and lock myself in there for the rest of the night.
The next morning, I wake up after a restless sleep and make my way slowly past Edward's room as my stomach rumbles. The baby was craving food and I can't starve my own child just because I'm afraid to run into Edward.
I start putting together some scrambled eggs and bacon.
Edward comes down the stairs as soon as I start eating. I stop with my fork in the air, almost reaching my mouth.
"Good Morning!" Edward calls out cheerily as he comes in.
"Um, hi. Good Morning."
What is he up to now?
"How did you sleep? Were you comfortable enough?" He sits down opposite me and I notice that his hair is damp. He must've showered before coming down.
I can't help but notice how his white shirt clings to his body.
"Uh, yeah. It was fine. How about you?"
"I still have a bit of a headache from last night, but it's not too terrible. I hope I wasn't too noisy when I came in, I can't even remember driving here." He mumbles, almost to himself looking down at the tabletop.
He can't remember?
He can't remember anything?
I guess that's expected seeing as he was drunk off his ass, but I didn't really see it coming.
I can't decide whether to be elated or disappointed.
"No, you weren't noisy at all." I replied. "I barely even noticed when you came home."
If he can erase last night from his memory, then maybe so can I.
Edward looks up and stares intently at me for a second before smiling.
"Great, I'm glad I didn't disturb you, then."
We eat together in silence before he announces he has to get ready for work.
"Oh, okay. When will you be back?" I ask.
"Since I've been on vacation for a while, I might be late today, so you shouldn't wait up." He tells me.
My heart squeezes in disappointment.
"Right, I forgot to tell you, we should probably start looking for an OBGYN for you here in New York so you can start making appointments for the baby."
"Yeah, I was about to look for one, actually."
"Good, just let me know who you want and I'll call and make an appointment for you."
"You don't have to do that, Edward. I can call them myself."
"I'd like to feel like I'm doing something, you're the one who's going to do all the pushing, let me take some things off your back." He offered with one of his adorable smiles.
The one that made my legs turn to jelly.
Flashes of last night came unbidden into my head, and I decided to end the conversation as soon as possible.
"Sure, I don't mind that." I gave in.
"Great, I'll head up to change then." He said as he turned and walked up to his room.
I watch his retreating back and the movement of his muscles beneath his shirt.
Edward Cullen, what are you trying to do to me?
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