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Now that they’re an official couple, Edward and Bella face many obstacles and struggle to stay together. Author’s Note: It’s recommended that you read My Mother’s Boyfriend first, though it is not entirely necessary. If you haven’t read it yet, but plan to, I suggest ignoring the epilogue…’cause then there will be no major shocks or twists in this story since the epilogue gives it away. Though I'm sure I'll still come up with a couple new surprises. **SPOILER** All you need to know is the obvious, that Edward dated Renee and fell in love with Bella in the process, then they broke up, and Edward and Bella became friends before they finally got together. Oh, and Jasper is Bella’s awesome BFF but he’s not exactly a big fan of Edward, though he is warming up to him. This begins immediately six months after chapter twenty-one of My Mother’s Boyfriend. Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters. ** Prologue “What’s the craziest situation you’ve ever been involved in?” That was our current class discussion, and one by one, students answered, and after their story, it was usually followed by laughter from everyone else. “I stole my mom’s boyfriend,” I answered without thinking my response through. Every single head turned in my direction. There were a variety of looks I received: wide eyes and stunned faces, disgusted expressions and accusatory stares, and then amusement. “Well, not really. It’s complicated.” No one looked away so I sighed and decided to do a little explaining. “I didn’t have an affair with him or anything like that. They had already broken up, and we didn’t instantly get together.” I was thankful that the class was smallish. I knew half of the people in the room, though none of them were aware about Edward’s status as my mother’s ex boyfriend. I also hoped that I hadn’t just tarnished my reputation. “I can say one thing is for certain though, you can’t help who fall in love with. Everyday we hear about relationships that we don’t understand, and from the outside, we know it’s wrong for certain people to be together, but when you’re in love…you’re in love. I tried to deny it as long as possible, but in the end, the unmistakable emotion won.” That led to a discussion about people talking about their previous bad relationships, and how sometimes people were addicted to the wrong person. Loving someone you shouldn’t be with was like a drug. You knew it
was bad for you, and you wanted to quit them, but it was easier said than done because you craved them, and being away for too long drove you insane. Thankfully, Edward wasn’t wrong for me, but wanting my mother’s boyfriend…that was difficult. Hopefully all of the hard stuff was done now. We could finally be together in peace. No more interruptions. Everyone that we were closest with had already accepted our relationship, so life kept improving daily. Renee never appeared to be bothered when she spotted us together, and Tanya never tried to seduce him or make my life a living hell. Jasper still wasn’t welcoming Edward with opened arms, but I knew he was slowly accepting him a little more each day. After class ended, I was shocked to see Edward waiting for me in the parking lot. He was supposed to be working until late tonight. I walked over to him with a crease between my brows and rose an eyebrow in question. “Hey,” he greeted before ducking down to peck me on the lips. “Everything okay?” I asked. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and bowed his head. “Depends on your reaction.” I was silent for a few seconds before I said, “To?” “I got a call from Chicago,” he started. “An old friend of my mom’s was planning on opening a restaurant in the city. It’s going to be huge. Anyway, he recently had a heart attack, so he's thinking about retiring, and now he's looking for someone to take his place.” I tightened my hold on my book. “So,” Edward continued, “he asked if I was interested.” “How can you manage a restaurant in Chicago if you live in Seattle?” I asked with a chuckle. But his next words sunk in and I felt my heart clench. “I wouldn’t. I’d move to Chicago.” Chicago? But my home was in Seattle. Author’s Note: The actual chapters will be much longer. Author’s Notes: I’m so glad a lot of people are interested in reading the sequel. Thank you for the reviews. And although most of you know what’s going to happen, I still hope you’ll enjoy this story. Reminder of current ages: Bella (21), Edward (23), Jasper (21), Alice (22), Emmett (26), Rosalie (22), Renee (43)
Chapter Warning: There’s a sex scene somewhere in here. It's tame and not graphic at all. Triple X’s will mean that a lemon about to come up. So if you’re not into that, scroll down until you see another three X’s, indicating the scene is over. XXX = sex (I thought it was fitting). I’m not going to put a warning before each chapter, just this one. Just saying that now so you know what to expect when you see the triple X’s. Chapter One – The Epiphany BELLA I stared straight at ahead, eyes wide opened but seeing nothing. I didn’t blink, or if I did, it hadn’t registered with me. My legs were crossed in front of me, sitting Indian style on the large bed. My back was hunched but also pressed against the headboard, and I clutched a fluffy white pillow to my chest. The opened end of the pillow case brushed against my bare legs and my chin rested on the opposite side, bending the top edge of the pillow backward, towards my neck. My eyes flickered to the large opened window near the balcony door. The long vertical blinds were parted and I could see outside. The sky was darkening into a murky gray and rain threatened to fall. There was supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight. I heard the warning announcement on the radio during the drive back to our house. Mine and Edward’s. And Emmett’s. I watched as the blinds were rattled by the gust of wind that blew in through the screen. They swayed back and forth; knocking into each other. That happened a lot. Something would push forward and nudge something else, causing it to knock into the nearest object, and so on. A gentle bump from one end could result in a hurricane-like destruction once it reached the other side. Like how a simple phone call and invitation to Chicago tapped Edward on the shoulder but threw me across the room. It was sudden punch to the gut that left me breathless. I sighed and shifted my eyes to focus on absolutely nothing. The sounds of the traffic below echoed in my ears, along with the singing birds flying overhead. My hair was loosely pilled on top of my head in a messy bun. Wisps of loose hair whirled around my face, brushing up against my skin, tickling me. Off to the corner, a white fan rotated from one side to the other, blowing cool air on my skin and making me shiver. It was too chilly for the fan to be on, but I forced myself to suffer. I did that a lot.
I’d been given opportunities to make things easier but I hardly ever took advantage of them. I could slide off of the bed right now and switch the fan off. But I wouldn’t. Bring on the torture. I didn’t flinch or even move a muscle when I heard the door slam shut down the hall. I knew Edward and Emmett’s conversation was finally over. After Edward had shocked the hell out of me with his sudden announcement about Chicago, we drove home in silence. He took the rest of the day off so we could spend time together and discuss our options. Yet we barely said two words by the time we reached the house. During the drive, my mind was filled with different scenarios and possibilities. Would he really leave for Chicago? Would I follow him? Would he turn down the offer and stay with me? Would we come to a compromise? None of my possible outcomes had Edward and I split off in separate directions. That just wasn’t acceptable…or fathomable. Not until he suggested it. He had actually considered it. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even know that was an option. It just didn’t exist in my mind. Edward straight out stated our choices. I could go with him, or he could stay here. I nodded my head along absentmindedly, agreeing with each of them. Then came, “or you could stay here, and I’d check out things in Chicago.” …What the fuck? That wasn’t even…no. How could that thought have even crossed his mind? Did he not think we had enough challenges to at least hold us over for a couple years? After all of the tears, gritted teeth, turning a blind eye…all of the problems we faced just dealing with our attraction to each other while he was dating my mother, and the aftermath…he’d just walk away from all of it? Like all of the effort we put into forming a relationship was all for nothing? I didn’t know about him, but since I fought to be with a man that my mother had been with, I had thought the relationship would be a pretty damn long one to make it worth everything we faced. After I rightfully flipped out on him, he tried to calm me down by saying we wouldn’t break up, or even see other people, we’d simply have a long distance relationship until I was able to join him in Chicago. I snorted. Simply. Right. There was nothing simple about it. After spending my days in classes and at work, I wanted to come home every night and snuggle up to Edward. It worked for six months. Now what was I supposed to do? Go to class and then to work and come home to an empty house? Or would I move back in with Renee? And what would happen to Emmett?
And about work…exactly whom would I be working for once Edward abandoned us? One of my favorite things about my job was that I could sneak into the boss’ office during my breaks to ravish him. I highly doubted that activity would continue after Edward’s departure. If it did, Edward and I would have more problems than dealing with a long distance relationship. My hold on the pillow tightened and I sat up straighter as the bedroom door cracked opened and the empty space was soon replaced by the presence of Edward. Just like my life. It was blank until he filled the void. As cheesy and insane as that sounded, I really was living from day to day mechanically, and I had always thought that was normal. I never understood why my mother, or anyone, constantly felt the need to date until they settled down with the ‘right’ person. I had thought romance only existed in stories and movies. And I had always suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and bite back a cheeky remark for girls to snap back into reality when I’d hear them giggle over boys, or when I’d heard a grown woman whine about being away from the supposed love of her life for only a day. I felt nauseous over their corny and obsessive behavior. I wondered how a girl could possibly have no dignity and behave that way. I even went on a few dates, in attempt to be fair to my judgment of the girls, yet I still hadn’t felt that igniting spark that sent my world into an upside down frenzy. So I assumed that was how all logical girls felt while dating, and only the Jane Austen obsessed women reacted to men as if they could sweep them off of their feet and turn their lives into rainbows and sunshine. But then Edward appeared on my doorstep and everything I had believed jumbled together and then was thrown into the compactor before it was dumped into a big pile of trash, long forgotten. I had no idea how to react. I was left with an empty bag, unsure of how to fill it, and confused by the emotions overriding the logic. I had no idea how much more alive people felt once they had someone. I didn’t know about the power a man could possess with a light caress from his fingertips. I didn’t expect for my body to blaze with untamable fire when he’d brush past me, or the way butterflies flapped around in my stomach when he’d smile in my direction. He was capable weakening my knees and spinning the room into a blur. The rainbows, sunshine and magical violin music in the background never appeared, but the feeling of being complete was very much real. Before Edward, I felt like I was covered in yarn. Wrapped up in layers but then he tugged on the string and unraveled the protective barrier until he reached the center. He unmasked me, and when we had to part and I was forced to face the world on my own, he lent me a good length of his string to wrap around me, and mixed us in together. He became apart of me, even when
we weren’t physically together. I still carried his strength, love and protection. And in that moment, I knew that I could survive without Edward constantly nearby because I already possessed a part of him, and vise versa. We were connected by an invisible current. He’d always be mine, and I’d always be his. We could be separated by thousands of miles, and maybe one day we’d be on opposite ends of an ocean, but I’d still feel him. He wanted to spread his wings and explore, and because I loved him and knew he was mine, I’d give him the freedom to paint his unique color in the world to prove that he existed. He was about to open himself up to a world he’d always wanted, and he’d become noticed and make something out of himself. We both had our own goals, and now it was time for him to achieve one of his. I trusted him enough to let him wander on his own. He was determined to complete the task before I came along, so he’d have to work through it without me. I’d go to him eventually, and then it would be my turn to make my mark, and I was sure he’d open a wide berth so I could do my thing. We were an official couple, but we were still individuals. If we wanted to be together until the very end, we had to experience the journey, which included a brief separation. We were young, and the truth was, we didn’t have to part. I could keep him locked here, but he’d never get his dream, and after awhile, when his youth would begin to fade, he could hold me responsible for not loosening my grasp on him. If we were really meant to be together, we would find a way to be joined again. I had complete faith that we’d find our way back to each other. So as Edward cautiously approached the bed and our eyes met, I nodded my head once and he instantly knew my decision. He’d venture out to Chicago, and I’d finish up my time here. Legally, I was an adult, but I was still in school and in the very early stages of adulthood. There was so much to do before I was able to settle down without any regrets of wasting my younger years. I didn’t want to be one of those people who’d sit up in bed all night wondering when their life took a turn for the worst, or repeatedly asking themselves why they didn’t take advantage when they had the opportunity. He wanted to run restaurants, and I wanted to become a journalist. Two very different tracks that would eventually let off at the same station. We just had wait until our paths would merge again. I felt the bed shift, along with the atmosphere. The self-pity that I had basked in earlier dissipated and was replaced with the need to align myself up with him and crawl into his protective shield until it melted away and I was forced to battle on my own.
The pillow was strewn across the room as ours eyes met and my stretched arms pulled him closer. XXX My eyelids fluttered shut and my head tilted back as masculine fingers trailed from my temple to the edge of my lips. His thumb glided across my smooth pink lower lip before it dipped lower, his fingernail brushed against the edge of my chin, and his hand shifted west until he cupped the side of my neck and lingered underneath my jaw. I felt the heat pouring off of him as his face inched closer to mine and my lips tingled a second before his touched mine. He took my top lip between his, very lightly, but he didn’t pull back. We remained locked into that position as his hand slipped back and cradled the back of my head. He fingers threaded into my hair as his mouth began to move. Softly. Sweetly. My motionless arms suddenly lifted up, one hand tangled into his hair, first trailing up where his sideburns were, and then working in deeper. The other arm snaked up across his back. My arm was captured between his arm and the side of his body. With my palm flat on his shoulder blade, I slid it up further and hooked it around his shoulder as I arched my back and pressed my clothed breasts against the fabric covering his chest. His mouth opened wider and he deepened the kiss with heavy emotion. I needed to feel all of him to confirm that we’d always match up and fit together. I had to be certain he was still the same despite wanting to briefly split in opposite directions. I had to be sure that nothing had changed. Our lips never separated as we both worked on removing the lower articles of each other’s clothing. When there wasn’t a scrap between us, he tested the center to make sure I was prepared for our connection. After working me for a couple minutes, he gave me our most passionate kiss to date before he disconnected our mouths and reconnected our souls, entering me and allowing me wrap around him and consume him. We left our shirts on, the first layer that was built between us and couldn’t be removed until we were together again. This was about expressing something neither of us wanted to lose. We needed be deep within each other. At least one last time. If fate had a plan to make this our last, it was going blow all of our other times together out of the water and be remarkable and bittersweet. We moved in sync and I clawed at his back, pushing him closer and pressing myself firmly against him. I kissed his exposed collar bone before he nudged my head back with his forehead and kissed me fully on the lips. Our eyes remained open and we stared at each other until the end. Even when the climax reached, we both refused to go blind for that moment. We needed to see how we affected each other because we could not forget it.
We couldn’t let it slip from our memory and allow anyone to come along and break us apart. We had to remain together. I wouldn’t let him forget me and how I made him feel. He couldn’t forget me. I hoped he would continue to love me while he was in Chicago. I knew I’d still love him while I stayed in Seattle. XXX Edward fell asleep after he removed his shirt. I crawled onto top of him and pressed my ear against his chest so I could hear his heartbeat. I needed to feel how alive and real he was. My fingertips trailed along the panes of his chest as I gazed out of the window. I watched as the first rain drop splattered on the window, matching the tear that slid down from the corner of my eye. The sky cried with me, and I could imagine a weeping angel glancing down at us with sad eyes, knowing I had to release him. I clutched on tighter, not ready to let go yet. The rain picked up and pounded on the roof and slammed slanted against the window. We continued to match. I didn’t close the window. Tonight, it was going to flow freely. Author’s Note: Originally, this chapter was much longer, but I wanted to cut it off right here because it felt like it was the right place to end it. The next chapter will be longer and was supposed to be apart of this one. I also want to mention right now that I’m not a porn writer, so don’t expect anything hardcore or so amazing that Bella has fifty orgasms. Oh, My Mother’s Boyfriend was nominated for Best Drama at the Golden Chocolate Awards. Thanks to everyone that nominated me! The link is on my profile.
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