AN: It's Edward's turn to visit Bella's home.
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Third Time's the Charm Part 3 Chapter 19
Left pregnant and alone, Bella delivers a surprise to the paramedic who knocks on her door.
The week of Thanksgiving brought a light snow to Chicago. Even though I'd spent five winters here, I still hadn't gotten used to the biting winter winds. However, Seattle and Forks were a little warmer, but typically, it was raining when we arrived.
Dad had offered to pick us up from SeaTac, but Edward felt we might need a car to get around. It was unlikely my old truck would suffice since it didn't have the right connections for a baby car seat, nor did it have airbags. That was if it was still running.
"Well, here it is," I said. "This is where I spent the last two years of high school when I came to live with my dad."
We pulled up outside the white clapboard house my dad had lived in all of his life. The front door swung open and Dad practically leaped down the steps to wrench the rear door of the car open.
"Hello, sweetheart. I'm your Grandpa and I've missed you," he cooed at her.
I looked across at Edward, biting my lip to hold in the laughter I felt bubbling up. My dad cooed?
There wasn't another word for it, and it was unlike anything I'd ever heard coming from his mouth. He unclipped the seat and headed back up the path without a word to Edward or me.
"Hey," I protested. "What am I, Dad? Chopped liver?"
He disappeared into the house and the laughter I'd held spilled over.
"Oh my God! Did I just get blanked in favor of my daughter by my own father?"
Edward nodded. "Looks like you aren't his favorite anymore."
We climbed out of the car and I grabbed the diaper bag while Edward unloaded our suitcases from the trunk. Inside the house, I found Dad in the kitchen with Emily in his arms, showing her around as if she was interested in her surroundings. Her eyes were on him the whole time.
"Hey, Dad, I'm going to show Edward where to put our suitcases, okay?"
"Edward can sleep on the sofa, Bella."
I rolled my eyes as I put the diaper bag down on the floor in the hall and turned to Edward mouthing, "Sorry." We'd slept in the same bed a lot in the last few weeks, and although we'd had some over the clothes action, somehow we'd never gone any further. I was determined we wouldn't be waiting much longer; he was it for me, the real deal, and it was time we took our relationship to the next level. Now wasn't the time though, since Dad didn't know how serious we'd become.
Edward followed me up the stairs and placed one suitcase on the seat under the window and the other in front of it. I'd spent a lot of my time there, especially after my mom had died. The room hadn't changed at all, even down to the purple comforter on the bed.
"So, this is where the magic happened," Edward joked as he stood in front of the desk where I'd completed my schoolwork. I turned toward him and raised an eyebrow as he added, "What? You studied and won a place at U of C. What did you think I meant?"
He smirked at me and had me laughing when the sadness of my mom's death would have overwhelmed me. I'd felt comfortable enough to have that conversation with him not long after Dad visited with us. He knew me well enough to know a visit to Forks was likely to bring back memories.
"Sorry about the sofa. Dad's old school and doesn't want to be reminded I've had sex."
"Isn't that confusing? How does he think Emily got here?" He shook his head in amusement.
"Immaculate conception?" I raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes. "He just doesn't want to think about his daughter being old enough to have sex, and I suspect it'll stay that way for the rest of his life. He's in denial."
I stepped toward Edward and reached up, linking my hands around his neck to pull his head down to me. He licked his lips and his eyes closed in anticipation, his coffee-scented breath wafting over me.
"You won't cockblock me much longer, Mr. Cullen," I whispered. "I fully intend to make sure you know I'm definitely old enough to have sex."
I captured his lips with mine, my tongue pushing inside his mouth. The small bag he'd been holding hit the floorboards as his arms slid around my waist and cupped my ass, pulling me against his body. I could feel his erection between us and couldn't resist sliding a hand between our bodies and lightly stroking him over his pants.
"Hmm," I moaned, trying to remember why we needed to be quiet.
"Bella." My dad's voice floated up the stairs. "Coffee's made, and I think Emily's hungry."
"He's as bad as you; no one wants me to have sex," I muttered as I stepped back and took in a shaky breath. "We—" I kissed him lightly. "—will be continuing this later."
I stroked his cock once more, giving it a little squeeze, before walking around him and stepping out the door.
"Coming?" I asked, giving him my most innocent smile before sauntering along the hall and down the stairs.
"Fuck." The word was spoken quietly so it didn't carry far, and I giggled under my breath.
In the kitchen, I found Dad seated at the table with sandwiches, what looked like homemade cake, and coffee laid out for the three of us. Emily was seated on his lap, her hands trying their best to reach out and touch his mustache as he talked to her.
"Hey, Bella, where's Edward?" He looked behind me as if Edward was hiding somewhere and I stifled another giggle.
"He's just freshening up in the bathroom. He'll be down in a minute." I changed the subject. "Where did this all come from?" Dad was able to take care of himself, but usually he'd eat at the diner or get take-out.
"Erm, well, I did have a little help from Sue."
"Sue? Sue who?" I asked.
"Sue Clearwater. You remember her, Bella? She was married to old Harry, who died a few years ago. She comes in to cook and take care of a few other things."
"A few other things," I echoed. "What things?"
Dad looked up at me over Emily's head and just raised his eyebrows before turning his attention back to my daughter.
Dad has a girlfriend? Dad has a girlfriend! I didn't see that coming.
At that moment, Edward took the seat beside me, breaking the silence.
"These look good, Charlie. I'm starving." He took two sandwiches and a piece of cake and poured himself a coffee. "Aren't you eating, Bella?"
I nodded dumbly and filled a plate and a cup for myself. Dad seemed to be the only one talking, and that was to Emily. Edward looked over at me, his eyes questioning, but he didn't ask what was wrong; I'd fill him in later.
Dad and Edward soon started up a conversation, each talking about work, while I sat there with my mind going over Dad having a girlfriend. I searched my memory for any reminders of Sue, but came up blank.
Edward was looking at me quizzically and Dad was avoiding looking at me.
"I asked if you wanted me to feed and change Emily. She's beginning to fuss." He leaned in and spoke quietly. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, please, Edward. There are a couple bottles in the pocket of the bag. They're wrapped in a cool blanket, so they should be fine." He looked at me in concern for a second. "I'm fine, Edward, it's nothing. I'll talk to you about it later."
He nodded and stood, taking Emily from Dad and into the living room, leaving Dad and me alone in the kitchen. I cleared off the table, washed the few dishes, and dried them. I sensed Dad looking at me and avoided turning around.
"Is Sue Clearwater your girlfriend?" I blurted out. "I mean, it's okay if she is, but it would've been nice if you'd told me."
"It didn't seem as if it was something I should tell you over the phone, and since you were going to be here, I figured I'd tell you when you got here."
"Is it serious? Are we going to meet her?"
"I don't know, and yes. I was thinking of inviting her for Thanksgiving dinner along with Seth and Leah, her kids. If that's gonna make you uncomfortable, we could meet at the diner instead."
I was quiet for a while as my brain processed that my Dad had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who had kids. Was I bothered about it? No, I didn't think so; it was just strange to think of my Dad as a regular sort of guy.
"Actually, no it doesn't bother me at all. Maybe we could meet Sue before dinner; I don't want it to be uncomfortable for anyone."
"Sounds good, Bells, and thanks."
I surprised him with a hug and then went in search of Edward. He was sitting on the sofa with Emily lying full-length on his legs, talking to her and making funny faces and silly voices. She'd recently developed a chuckle, which never failed to make me smile, and Edward loved getting her to do it.
The rest of the evening was spent with the two men in my life bonding over a game on the television, although when Dad visited Chicago they seemed to hit it off just fine. Emily was passed from Edward to me to Dad and back and she lapped up the attention.
We'd been travelling since very early this morning, so by nine o'clock I was almost continually yawning and ready for bed. I could see Edward was tired, too, but he'd have to wait for Dad to head for bed before he could sleep.
"Okay, Dad, I'm going to put Emily in the travel crib and get ready for bed; I'm exhausted. Do you want to get ready, Edward, so we don't disturb Emily?"
"I'll be going up soon, Bella, since I have an early shift tomorrow morning. Can you get the bedding for the sofa for Edward, please?"
"Can do, Dad."
Both Edward and I stood and Dad passed Emily to Edward. She'd fallen asleep about half an hour ago, so we'd have to wake her to get her ready for bed. It might be a little early to feed her, but I decided it was worth trying it to see if I could get her to sleep a little longer.
After getting the bedding out, I quickly washed and brushed my teeth, while Edward changed Emily's diaper and re-dressed her in a clean onesie. Then we swapped so I could feed her while he got ready for bed. By the time he'd finished in the bathroom, Emily had fallen back to sleep again. As always, when he was there at the end of the day, he took her from my arms, kissed her forehead, and placed her gently in the crib.
Edward pushed the door almost closed and then leaned over me on the bed, pushing me onto my back and crawling up my body and settling between my legs.
"I think I owe you one, Miss Swan, for the teasing you put me through earlier."
He smirked and flexed his hips, his already hard cock putting a delicious pressure on my clit. His lips were on mine before I had time to protest, and then I lost myself in the pleasure his kisses always brought me. His tongue entered my mouth in time to the flexing of his hips, leaving me in no doubt about what was on his mind.
Dad's heavy footsteps on the stairs warned me that our time was up, and Edward would be expected to head downstairs. I groaned quietly and pushed him off me, sitting up and attempting to control my breathing. He moved to the other side of the room and leaned over Emily's crib, hiding his hard-on. Anyone looking into the room would have known something was up, literally. I stifled a giggle that threatened to erupt into full laughter.
I was grateful Dad didn't actually come in, and instead quietly tapped on the door.
"Goodnight, you two. Edward, there's bedding and a pillow on the sofa for you."
I found the whole situation funny and giggled again. Dad was making it very clear Edward would not be sleeping in my bed, much as I wanted him to. I pushed Edward toward the door, trying, and failing, not to let the kisses and groping get too hot and heavy.
"Edward," I hissed as he palmed my tit with one hand and cupped my ass with the other, pulling me closer. "Dad will be checking up on us soon. You have to go downstairs."
Breathlessly, I dragged myself away from his lips and pushed him out of the room, patting him on the ass. He turned back for yet another kiss, adjusting himself.
"Bella," he whined.
"Go on, get out of here before I break all my Dad's rules," I whispered.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, and I watched him disappear down the stairs before retreating into my room and closing the door quietly. Emily hadn't stirred, so I slid into bed and shut off the light.
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Emily woke me about an hour after I'd fallen asleep, but then she slept until 6 a.m., the longest she'd gone between feeds. After feeding and changing her, she didn't want to go back to sleep, so I amused her with funny faces until I heard the front door close quietly as my dad left for work.
When I tucked her back under her blankets, she soon drifted back to sleep, although I knew it would only be for a couple of hours at the most. I cleaned my teeth and brushed my hair before going downstairs to put on a pot of coffee.
Edward was still asleep, looking adorably sweet. The house was cool, so I turned up the thermostat and then lifted the blanket, sliding under it. My feet were cold, and as I slid them between his legs, he jerked away and opened his eyes.
"Fuck, Bella, your feet are freezing."
"Sorry. I've turned the heat up and I'll liven up the fire in a little while. I missed you last night."
He immediately pulled me toward him, rubbing his hand over my arm. I tucked my head under his chin and slid my hand under his t-shirt and over his waist. He drew back and kissed me.
"I missed you, too, sweetheart. I've gotten used to sleeping beside you. Is Emily okay?"
"Yeah, she's gone back to sleep, and Dad left for work over an hour ago, so we have a little while before we need to get up."
"Hmmm, whatever shall we do with the time?"
"Well, I was wondering if you managed to take care of your little problem last night."
"It's not little, and no. Do you know how hard it is—"
I giggled. Being back here in Forks made me feel like a teenager all over again. Not that I'd ever been in this position before, but somehow I'd reverted to sixteen.
Edward pulled back and shook his head at me. "What's with all the giggling?" When I shrugged, he added, "I like it." He kissed me again. "Anyway, as I was saying. Do you know how difficult it is to sleep with a rock-hard cock?" He punctuated those words with a press of his hips after each one, his erection pressing into my belly.
My breath caught in my throat and I wriggled against his body, feeling his cock get even harder. Sliding his hand underneath my top, he palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. I didn't care that he hadn't had a chance to brush his teeth, and when his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, I didn't hesitate to push my tongue into his mouth.
I palmed his erection, running my hand from base to tip over his sleep pants. Pushing him onto his back, I straddled his body, the blanket falling away. He took advantage of the new position to push my top up and lean up to suck a nipple into his mouth, squeezing the other between his fingers.
At the sound of the front door opening, I jerked away from Edward, pulling my top down to cover my breasts, and scrambled off his body.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"It's Dad!" I hissed. "He's back! I'll head him off in the kitchen and you go have a shower or something. Hurry!"
Edward shot off the sofa and disappeared upstairs without another word. Laughter wasn't far away as I grabbed the blanket and quickly folded it, to make it look as if I'd actually been doing something constructive and not fooling around with my boyfriend.
I stifled another giggle and headed into the kitchen. I could feel how hard my nipples were and even without looking, I knew it was very apparent—my top didn't give me anywhere to hide. I slipped past Dad, grabbing a couple of slices of bread and popping them in the toaster before turning around.
"What are you doing back, Dad? Do you want some coffee? It's freshly made."
Dad eyed me suspiciously. I felt my face flush, and I was suddenly grateful for his usual reticence. He wouldn't even want to know what I'd been doing.
"You look a bit flustered, Bella. You okay?
"I'm fine, Dad. I was just folding the bedding while Edward takes a shower."
He narrowed his eyes but didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay. Anyway, I forgot to leave you some cash for the shopping. You wouldn't mind doing that for me today, would you?"
"I planned on it, and you didn't have to come all the way back here. Edward and I would have covered it."
It was probably just as well he'd come home. Edward and I could barely keep our hands off each other, but here wasn't the place to take our relationship to the next level. There would be no cockblocking once we got home.
"Don't be daft, Bella. I know you're my daughter, but you and Edward are guests this week, so let me do this. And besides, Sue and her kids are coming, too, and I can't have you paying for our meal."
Not long after, Dad left to return to work, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was far more astute than I gave him credit for sometimes, and I really didn't want him to catch us in the middle of—whatever it was we were thinking of doing.
I could hear Edward's footsteps above me in my room, and the low rumble of his voice. Apart from his gorgeous eyes, that was one of the first things I'd noticed about him. It was deep and soft, like velvet. No wonder Emily always played nice for him.
The toaster popped behind me, bringing me out of my Edward daydreams, and I grabbed it, adding butter before taking it, and myself, upstairs.
Unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, Edward was already dressed and was seated on my bed, holding Emily.
"Okay, Dad's gone, but we have to go out for the groceries. Can you take care of her for a few minutes while I get a shower, please? I'll feed her before we go."
Forty-minutes later, I was showered, hair washed and half-dried, and Emily had been fed.
"You ready?" I asked Edward, who was buckling Emily into her car seat. "There are a lot of people who know me because of Dad, so be prepared for the looks and the questions. They don't hold back."
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "You worry too much, Bella. I can handle it. Come on, the groceries won't buy themselves."
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