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Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2021-09-15 02:45:27 +0000 UTCThe morning and a small portion of the afternoon was spent very nicely. Once Rosalie had kissed me, I found that I couldn’t stop. I hate comparing her to Edward but she was so much better than him. Her lips were so much smoother, so much more forceful. But in a good way. With Edward, it was like he was struggling to kiss me. But with Rosalie, it seemed like she wanted more and couldn’t get enough. It was perfect. We had stopped to eat but once we were finished eating and had cleaned the kitchen, with Rosalie being a lot more touchy than normal, we were quickly back on the couch and had resumed our make-out session.
I couldn’t imagine how my weekend could go any better. There were so many revelations that had happened in such a short amount of time that I couldn’t believe everything was going to smoothly. Even though a part of me still wanted things to go back to normal between me and Rosalie, back to us just being friends, it was only a very small part. And that part was only there because, even though what was happening was so much better, there was a certain type of comfort with keeping things the same. It was very easy to ignore the small part of me that wanted to keep things the same; especially when I had Rosalie practically laying on top of me with her lips attached to mine.
Needless to say, I wasn’t seeing any reason for us to do anything else until Charlie got back. We would have a nice together and then we would go to sleep and leave the following morning. It was perfect. I no longer felt guilty about possibly lying to Charlie about mine and Rosalie’s relationship because I knew there was no way I was ever going to go back to being just friends. Who in their right mind would want to be ‘just friends’ with Rosalie when the blonde wanted more? No one in their right mind, that’s for sure. In fact, Rosalie had just started doing something amazing with her tongue in my mouth when there was loud knocking on the front door.
It would only figure that everything was going perfectly that someone would interrupt us. At least it wasn’t Charlie; that would have been awkward to have him walk in on us as we made out. That’s something no daughter, or father for that matter, should ever have to suffer through.
“Open up Bella!” Jacob shouted from the other side of the door. “I know you’re there; Charlie told me.”
Rosalie’s mouth instantly detached from mine at Jacobs’ shout. Rosalie buried her head in the crook of my neck with a heavy sigh.
“That stupid mutt ruins everything.” Rosalie muttered just before she started to slowly sit up, giving me one last kiss before she was out of reach.
“Don’t call him that.” I chided as I sat up and started to comb my fingers through my hair, mimicking Rosalie’s actions, so that I could try and hide from my old friend what Rosalie and I were just doing.
Rosalie stood up with me and as we took a look at each other, we both reached our hands out to the other and fixed each other’s hair. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be to fix ‘make-out hair’ without a mirror. Eventually, after Jacob pounded on the door even louder and shouted louder as well, we finally deemed each other presentable and with a warning look for Rosalie not to call Jacob names, it was something that we have argued a lot over the years as she never liked Jacob, I finally went to the front door and opened it.
“Do you have to be so loud?” I asked with annoyance clear in my voice.
“Did you have to take so long to open the door?” He countered with a lopsided grin. Jacob was such a perfect boy next door. His carefree attitude and general relaxed attitude was something that had attracted me to him from the beginning, as only a friend of course.
“Because we were busy.” Rosalie answered as she walked up behind me, putting a hand on my waist in what I knew was a bit of a possessive move. Jacob had once had a crush on me and Rosalie never liked that; now I knew why. He claimed he was over it but Rosalie never believed it. I never really believed it either because whenever the tanned boy saw me and Edward together, he always got this ‘someone kicked my puppy’ look.
“So you two really are married?” I had never seen his smile seemed more forced. It made me feel sad, I didn’t like to see my friends hurting, but there was nothing I could do to fix it. He had to move on.
“Yes we are Jake.” I answered and before I could say anything else, Rosalie spoke up.
“What did you want Jacob?” It sounded like Rosalie was disgusted by saying Jacob’s name, but I was touched that she didn’t call him mutt like she and two of her brother’s liked to do. I’m not really sure how he got the nickname, but Emmett had called him a mutt a long time ago and since then he and Edward and Rosalie never stopped calling him that. I’m going to have to make Emmett tell me the story someday.
“Your dad said you were in town for the weekend and I wanted to come and see if you wanted to hang out.” Jacob said, looking at me not at Rosalie.
“Yeah, we can hang out.” I answered right away. “I haven’t been able to hang out with you in while.” Ever since I started going to college and Jacob opting to stay on the La Push reservation, we just didn’t spend much time together any longer.
“I thought it could just be the two of us.” Jacob said, the hopefulness in his voice was very clear. “From what I remember, Blondie doesn’t like the rez too much.”
“I don’t like the reservation because the only thing to do there is watch you and your stupid friends try to out masculine the others. It was bad enough living with Emmett; I didn’t want to see him doing stupid things to ‘out man’ someone when all I wanted was to relax.”
“You’re just jealous that none of us gave you the light of day.” Jacob spat back.
Emmett used to spend a lot of time with some of the boys on the reservation, mostly just lifting weights or working on cars. When Emmett took Rosalie over one time because they were having issues with one of their cars and Rosalie had all but instantly fixed the problem, none of the reservations boys liked her. I guess they didn’t like being out done by a girl. Or something stupidly sexist like that. But since then, Rosalie and Jacob never got along.
“Not remotely.” Rosalie snarled back and I quickly interrupted before one of them could say something to really piss the other off.
“Look, Jake I do want to hang out with you. Rosalie, you are more than welcome to join us if you want and yes Jacob, she is welcomed to hang out with us if she wants to.”
“I doubt she’d want to hang out with us.” Jacob said, not happy with what I said.
“I’m not happy to hang out with you, but I’m more than happy to be with Bella. My wife.” The last part was definitely unnecessary, but I knew Rosalie couldn’t let a jab go un-jabbed.
“Be nice.” I mumbled quietly to her, even though I knew Jacob would be able to hear. “What did you have in mind for us to do?”
Eventually, after the two argued over who should drive and Jacob only winning the argument because his beat up car made more sense to drive to the beach on the beat up roads than taking Rosalie’s car, we found ourselves hanging out at the beach. It didn’t take long for others, mostly Jacob’s friends, to find us and to make a small party out of it. Once people started gathering and people found out that Rosalie and I were leaving the next morning, they turned the small gathering into a nice bonfire and quickly got Charlie and the other adults that wanted to join in, so basically the whole reservation because there wasn’t anyone around that didn’t like a nice party, and we were having fun late into the night.
Once more of Jacob’s friends had shown up, things between him and Rosalie seemed to relax almost tenfold. We were all able to hangout and have a good time without anyone being a jerk. It was a nice way to end the weekend. We all pitched in for food and drinks and had a really fun time around the giant bonfire that had been built. It wasn’t until Charlie reminded me that I had planned on leaving early tomorrow morning that Rosalie and I left with Charlie not far behind.
The whole day, just being with Rosalie as her wife, it felt so natural. It felt so right. Everything had moved from one thing to another and it seemed that the whole day Rosalie and I had kept some sort of contact with each other. The ‘honeymoon phase’, teased some people. Jacob wasn’t happy to hear that. Even though I blushed when they said that, especially because of what it implied, I was more than happy to have Rosalie near me. But when we got back to Charlie’s, and we were dressed in our pajamas and getting ready for bed, that was when my nerves came back to me.
“What’s wrong Bella?” Rosalie asked as she casually crawled into the bed.
I’ll fully admit that Rosalie and I have taken several really big steps in our relationship. The big one that I actually want a relationship with her and that, ignoring the fact that we were actually already married, I would classify our relationship as being girlfriends. It happened fast, much too fast considering I just got out of a long term relationship, but if I thought about it, we had known each other for a really long time and had always been so close. It was only natural. But now that we were so close, and the fact that we had been making out for a good portion of the day, sleeping next to each just seemed… daunting, I guess.
“I don’t know.” I automatically answered. I didn’t need to see Rosalie’s raised eyebrow to know that she knew I was lying. “It’s just that, after… this afternoon, doesn’t it seem weird to… to just, sleep together?”
“Bella.” Rosalie said with a sigh as she laid on her side and propped her head up on her hand with her elbow resting on the mattress. “We’ve slept next to each other plenty of times in the past. You should know by now that I won’t pressure you to do anything.” I saw Rosalie’s soft smile turn into a smirk as my face flushed red. “But that’s not what you’re worried about is it? You’re worried you’ll want to do something, aren’t you?”
She knew me so well that it was almost like she could read my mind. I used to think Edward could read my mind, but he had nothing on Rosalie. He never really could compare to Rosalie.
“It’s just, you’re you.” I said. I fully blame the fact that I was still a virgin, thanks to Edward wanting to wait until marriage, for blushing so much when talking about these sorts of things. It didn’t help that Rosalie looked very enticing as she lied on my bed.
“Well Bella, if you feel like doing anything at all, just know that I won’t stop you.” I had to turn my head and close my eyes to try and get my face to turn back to its natural paleness instead of the bright red it had taken. Rosalie never did have any problems talking about these sorts of things. “Listen Bella, don’t be worried about anything. All that’s going to happen, especially since Charlie is just down the hall, is that you’re going to lie down next to me. When you do, you’ll turn around to face the room. I’ll wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me. We’ll fall asleep cuddled together and with any luck, that’s how we’ll wake up. Now come one, lie down so we can go to sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow, remember?”
Shaking my head to help knock all the nerves away from me, I slowly did what Rosalie had basically told me to do. I crawled into bed next to her and then turned my back to her. In no time, Rosalie was spooning me from behind and held me tightly. It took a while for me to calm down enough with Rosalie holding me so closely for me to eventually fall asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, Rosalie was gone. I didn’t hear the shower running, so I knew she had to be doing something downstairs. I took my time getting ready for the day and packing up my things. Then I quickly packed up what things Rosalie still hadn’t packed from that morning; I was surprised she hadn’t woken me up from her packing.
When I was done packing all of our stuff, I finally went downstairs in search of food. I didn’t want to drive all the way back to our apartment without eating something first. The first thing I saw when I walked into the kitchen was Rosalie and Charlie sitting at the table in what appeared to be companionable silence. I swear I felt my heart flutter at the warmth spreading through it. There was just something awesome about seeing Rosalie and Charlie getting along. Not that they had never not gotten along, but it was just important to me that they did.
“Morning.” I greeted as I walked over to the stove to see what was cooking… and if there was enough left over for me to have some. Thankfully there was.
“Good morning Bells.” Charlie greeted, only briefly glancing away from the newspaper he had in his hands.
“Good morning Bella.” Rosalie greeted as she put down the magazine she had been looking at but kept it flipped open. “I had just told Charlie that I would probably have to wake you up soon so that we could still leave before it got too late. I’m glad I don’t have to now.”
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to wake up.” I said with a chuckle as I served myself the rest of the food.
“Did you sleep well?” Charlie asked, still focused on his newspaper. “I know we didn’t stay as late as we normally do at their bonfires, but it was still pretty late by the time we left.”
“Bella slept like a rock.” Rosalie answered for me as I served me some coffee. “When I woke up this morning, I was pretty sure there was nothing I could do to wake her up.”
“Probably shouldn’t have gone to be so late.” Charlie replied.
“I only stayed out so late because I was saying goodbye to everyone on the rez.” I weakly defended.
“Yes, because you live so far away and can never come back here to visit.” Rosalie sarcastically answered.
“That’s not it. They just wanted to say goodbye in a fun way and I didn’t want to leave early, even though I had to.”
“They just wanted a reason to throw a bonfire together.” Charlie spoke up. “You know they’ll try any excuse to throw a bonfire and have a party. They probably would have found one even if you weren’t here.”
“Thanks for being on my side dad.” I sarcastically said as I started to eat.
“How can he be on your side if your side is wrong? That doesn’t make any sense.” Rosalie teased.
The rest of breakfast went on like that. The three of us teased each other about random things while I quickly ate. It was nice to be able to joke around with Charlie without him trying to insult the person I was with. It was also nice to be so open with Rosalie, not that I had ever really known what it felt like to not be open with her. But I just felt so much more relaxed sitting there with Charlie and Rosalie and the three of us teasing each other than I had if it was me and Charlie with anyone else. It was nice.
Once breakfast was over, Charlie made us leave the dishes for him to do later on in the day. Rosalie and I packed up our things in the car and about mid-morning we were ready to leave. Saying goodbye wasn’t as awkward as it normally was between me and Charlie. I think Rosalie’s presence helped to alleviate any awkwardness Charlie and I tend to have with feelings between each other. Soon after saying goodbye, we were on the road heading towards home with Rosalie at the wheel.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad.” Rosalie said after a half hour or so of us being on the road. We had been listening to the radio in silence up until then.
“Charlie took everything really well.” I agreed. “With how well everything went, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he had been secretly routing for us to get together since we first met.” I joked.
“Don’t be silly Bella.” Rosalie said after a chuckle. “He definitely wouldn’t have cheered for us until after we were in high school together, not when we first met. But that wasn’t what I was talking about. I wasn’t really too concerned with Charlie, I was worried about Jacob making a scene.”
That had crossed my mind. Jacob did tend to have a thing for drama. When Edward and I had first started dating, Jacob had kissed me when we were hanging out together. It was supposedly his way to tell me he liked me and he thought that kissing me would make me realize I liked him just as much. I punched him for that, of course. After that Jacob had always either been following me around like a lost puppy or acted like he couldn’t care less that I was there. It was hot and cold with him and I really thought when he found out about me and Rosalie, he would have done something drastic. I guess he grew up while I’ve been at college. At least I hope so.
“Yeah, I’m a little surprised he didn’t make a scene about it.” I admitted.
“Would you be mad if I said that I wished he had so that I could have kissed you in front of him?” Rosalie spared me a quick glance to give me a teasing smirk. “I think it would have been a good thing to let him know just how off limits you are.”
I felt my face flush red and thinking about Rosalie pulling me into her arms and kissing me hard in a very possessive way in front of Jacob. Just to make a point.
“You really have no shame, do you?” I asked with just a touch of annoyance, even though I wasn’t really annoyed. I doubt there was much Rosalie could do to annoy me.
“Not with you, never with you.” Rosalie said as she flashed me another smirk before gluing her eyes back onto the road.
“I’m not sure if I should be happy about that or not.” I said with a small pout.
“I would be happy about it.” Rosalie answered for me, even though I really didn’t expect her to. “It means we get to have more fun a lot faster, especially once you lose your shame when around me. Having shame around your partner really creates a boring love life Bella; I don’t think either of us wants that.”
“What love life?” I quickly questioned in a higher pitched voice than I had intended.
“The love life that we should really get started on; perhaps I should have let you have your wicked way with me last night.”
“I wasn’t going to do that!” I yelled, a bit louder than I had intended.
“You should have.” Rosalie said with a snort. “I mean really Bella, we’ve been married how long and we’ve yet to have a proper honeymoon?”
“Now you’re just being mean.” I complained as I tried to fight my blush. I may not be willing to have sex with Rosalie just yet, I wanted us to at least, ignoring the marriage, a couple for a little bit longer before we do all that stuff. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with Rosalie, I doubt there’s anyone alive that doesn’t want to have sex with Rosalie, and I just want to make sure that it’s the right time. I want to make sure that there isn’t any room for regrets afterwards.
“Oh, you’ll be fine. It’s not like I’ve never teased you before.” Rosalie said, her tone a lot less teasing a lot more normal now. “You’re just being touchier about it because you want it.” I had to stop myself from denying it, there was no way I could lie to Rosalie and the blonde not know it. “You really need to relax and remember that I won’t push you. You’re the one that can do all the pushing; you push me as far as you want.”
We spent the rest of the car ride going back and forth about random topics, like school and family and friends, and our non-existent love life. At first I hadn’t appreciated Rosalie teasing me like she was, but the more she did it, the more I understood what she was doing. She was helping me get used to talking about such things with her. We had never talked about things like that before, at least not that in depth. Rosalie was helping me get used to it… while amusing herself. By the time we got home, I was pretty sure that if we talked about our sex life, even as non-existent as it was, I wouldn’t blush. I was thankful that she did it, but I did wish she had done it a less embarrassing way; I don’t know what kind of way that would have been, but I wish she had. Although if she had, she wouldn’t be the Rosalie I’ve grown attached to.
When we got back, we opted to be lazy for as long as we could. So we quickly unpacked our things, in our own rooms, and then cuddled together on the couch for a small movie marathon. We eventually ordered pizza to eat and at one point I had gotten mine and Rosalie’s favorite ice cream that we nearly always had stocked in our freezer. It was the perfect ending to a really good weekend. I could get used to having this happen on a very frequent basis.
A/N: Just a heads up, I don’t see this story lasting for much longer. I personally don’t really like stories after the couple is already together and well, Rosalie and Bella are already married… so there really isn’t much left to write. There’s still a little left to go, but not much.
