More Than Words Chapter 3

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A/N: Thank you for the alerts and favorites. Wow, I'm flattered. I haven't even gotten to the main plot yet. You are all awesome. But how about some reviews?

A/N: Chapter beta'd by Sparagus and revised.

Charlie was thankfully asleep in his recliner in front of the T.V. when I entered the house. Explaining why I was covered, head to toe in mud, leaves and apparently, animal excrement, was not on my list of things I wanted to do right about now.

I made my way up the stairs to my room, kicked off my sneakers, which looked to be all but destroyed and grabbed my robe. I headed to the bathroom, intent on showering away the events of the day…all of them.

I stripped off the muddy clothing and piled it up near the door. I would have to start a wash load when the water heated back up.

I turned on the water, set it to the shower setting and waited for it to heat up to a steamy temperature. When it was satisfactory I got in. I sat on the floor of the tub and let the rivulets of water rain down over me. I watched the brown water swirl around my feet before slowly making its way down the drain.

I wasn’t sure if ignoring Edward was the best route to follow, but I couldn’t deal with his constant refusals. What if after we were married, he decided that he still wasn’t ready to change me? Did he honestly expect me not to have a sexual relationship with him as my husband?

I stood, grabbing my bath poof. I had to shake the bottle of pomegranate body wash, as it was almost empty. A few slaps of my hand later, and I had a wonderful sheet of bubbles up and down my arms.

I let my mind wander over my needs, my desires and fears as I scrubbed my skin to a shiny finish.

If he would just let us go a little further. I would have unbuckled that belt and slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He would purr a little louder and deepen his kiss. He would then run his hand down my stomach, my muscles clenching under the unfamiliar sensations. His fingers would travel down and start to tease my curls and then…

Simultaneously, the water of the shower went ice cold and I realized I had been tracing my fingers down my belly in time with my daydreaming.

A knock at the door made me jump as I was turning up the temperature, raising it to a meager lukewarm. Well, this was embarrassing.

“Bells? Sorry about that, kid. I started the dishwasher before I realized you were already home.”

Ah, Charlie. Who else would it be?

“It’s okay, Char…Dad. I was about to get out, anyway. Getting pruney and all.”

“Okay, kiddo. I ordered some Chinese take out, with some of those ragu things you like. I figured you might like to heat them up when you got home, but seeing as you already are home…”

I had to chuckle at that.

“Rangoons, Dad. Crab Rangoons.”

“Whatever you call them; they’ll be here soon.”

I turned off the water and reached out to grab a couple of my fluffy towels.


“I see you downstairs in a few, then?”

One towel I wrapped around my hair. I used the other to briskly rub some heat back into my skin.

“Yeah, just give me a few to get dressed?”

I heard him walk back down the stairs, and I pulled on my robe, heading back to my room for some comfy pajamas.

No need to get dressed up for Edward tonight. I walked over and shut the window but didn’t lock it. It being shut was enough of a statement to him. Besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t open it if he wanted to, locked or not.

I put on my favorite sweats and a long sleeved ‘AFI’ T-shirt.

I made my way to the stairs, and I could hear Charlie paying the delivery person at the door. As he shut it he realized I was standing behind him.

“Ah, Bells. Perfect timing.”

He already had plates and silverware set up on the TV trays, and started to spread the food out over the coffee table. His huge smile made me realize just how much my absence from the house had been bothering him.

“Dig in.”

“Wow, Dad, did you buy the whole restaurant?”

He gave me a crooked grin and nodded, but didn’t comment further.

“It’s been a while since you and I had a Friday night in together. Everything okay? Why aren’t you over at the Cullens’?”

I fidgeted and tried to make myself comfortable on our lumpy couch. He looked at me, obviously sensing my awkwardness, a question burning in his eyes.

“No… it’s… Edward and I had a… bit of a disagreement. That’s all. No biggie, Dad. Besides, are you complaining about having dinner with me for the…what? Second time this week?”

“Of course not. It’s just not normal anymore,” he scoffed.

Charlie sat back into the recliner and pulled the TV tray in front of him. He deftly ate his fried rice with chopsticks…a feat I had never mastered.

“Anything you want to talk about, kid? I’m all ears.”

“Nah. Not really. It’ll blow over, I’m sure.”

“Okay, I’m just saying. Would be nice to have you here a little while longer anyhow, if things don’t work ou—”

“Dad!” I cut him off. “It’s not like that.”

He grumbled something under his breath, and although I couldn’t be sure, I think it sounded something like, ‘that boy will never be man enough for my girl.’

We finished our meal in silence, and I went to load my muddy clothes in the washer.

After heading upstairs, I grabbed a novel off my bookshelf and curled up under my covers. It would be a long night without Edward, but if this idea of mine worked maybe…just maybe, he would loosen up a little before our big day.

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