Hello my dears, this was the story that was working when I found out I was pregnant, got writer's block, and lost all ambition for writing. :/ I have 11 chapters written but I can no longer do this piece justice. Therefore, I will be posting the chaps that I have but I will be putting it up for adoption. Christag_banner made the gorgeous banner and will be willing to edit it.
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Working Girl Chapter 11
It had been a month since Bella had been attacked and she was healing quite well. The swelling in her face had gone down and she had been able to go back to work, although she still tried to work from home as much as possible.
Bella and the boys had been staying with me since she was released from the hospital. We all felt more comfortable with her staying somewhere Edward couldn't easily find her.
Pulling into the driveway after a long overnight shift, I noticed Bella's car already in her garage stall. My house had very much become 'our' house. The boys had their own rooms, decorated exactly how they wanted. Bella and I shared the master bedroom, although the physical aspect of our relationship hadn't gone far because of her injuries.
Now that she was healed, I hoped that would change, but I didn't want to rush her. She had been through too much in her life. She didn't need me pushing her.
"Bella?!" I called, as I walked through the door.
"I'm in the kitchen."
After hanging my coat and setting my messenger bag in the hallway, I made my way to the kitchen. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my hands around her waist, being careful of the hot stove in front of her.
"Good morning," I said, muffled, as I buried my face into the crook of her neck.
"Good morning. Go sit down, I'll have your breakfast done in a minute."
I nodded silently, still nuzzled into her neck. "Did you take the boys to school already?" I asked, before pulling away and sitting at the breakfast bar.
"Yep. I took them and rushed home so I could make you breakfast. I have a few things to talk to you about before you go to sleep."
"Is something wrong?"
She turned to me, setting the plate of Eggs Benedict and fresh fruit in front of me. "Not at all. There are just some things I want to discuss with you."
When I was finished with my breakfast, I helped Bella clean up the rest of the dishes and we walked hand-in-hand to my office.
Setting my bag down after pulling out the files I needed to look over, I watched as Bella nervously rung her hands.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Umm…I talked to a lawyer a few days ago. I wanted to know what precautions I had to take in case something were to happen to me."
"What are you talking about, Bella? Nothing is going to happen to you."
"I know. I'm just thinking, in case. In case I'm in a car accident tomorrow. In case I fall and put myself in a coma." She paused for a moment. "In case Edward does come after me."
"Bella, I won't-" I tried to say before she cut me off.
"I know. I know. I just want to make sure the boys will be ok if something were to happen to me."
"Ok, so what did you talk to him about?"
"I…How would you feel if I made you their legal guardian in the event of my death?"
She said it so fast I could barely understand the words coming out of her mouth. "You want me to have custody of your sons?" I didn't know what to say. I knew she didn't really have any one else to take care of them. It was either me or Mrs. Cope. I was flattered she would ask me, that she felt comfortable with me and trusted me enough.
I stood up from my chair, walking around the desk and stopping right in front of her. "Are you sure? You know I would take care of them as if they were my own. I've grown to love them just as much as I love you, Bella."
She froze for a moment, looking up into my eyes. "You love me?"
"Yes, Bella. I love you. With everything that I am. And I would be more than honored to be able to take care of you and your children."
With that, I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her passionately.