I leaned against the door jamb for about five minutes before
I cleared my throat. “You know, I just did an entire strip tease and you guys
didn’t even blink,” I deadpanned.
“No, you didn’t,” Bella said, taking off her glasses. “Peter
didn’t scream like a girl. He’d be blinded by your pastiness.”
“I don’t want to see the pastiness. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
pastiness,” Peter said, his nose wrinkled.
“I’m not that pasty and you love my pastiness,” I huffed.
“I do, but Peter doesn’t appreciate your pale, skinny ass
like I do,” Bella smirked, getting up and from her seat. Her arms slid up mine
before threading into my hair. With a gentle tug, she kissed me.
“Hi, baby. I
missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I whispered back, brushing my lips with
hers.
“Ugh! You two are disgusting,” Peter said, saving his work
and shutting down his computer. “How is it that you are married for ten years
and you’re still all lovey dovey? I’ve
been married for seven years and that shit went away after the first week.”
“That’s because Charlotte realized that you’re noxious,
Peter,” Bella quipped. “Your ass should be labeled as a hazardous waste dump.”
“Don’t be hatin’,” Peter said, waggling his finger. “I have
to let the fumes go because if they stayed inside it would squash my
creativity.”
“You are so full of shit, Peter,” Bella laughed.
“No, he isn’t and that’s the problem,” I snickered.
“What? Edward never farted
in front of you? Never chucked a deuce?” Peter asked, arching a brow.
“We’re married. We know too much about each other. Hell, he
wiped my ass after I had Marie,” Bella said, her own brow arching. “It hurt too
much to bend.”
“That’s love, man. You went where no man has gone before,”
Peter said, his voice reverent. “Okay, I’m going. I’m hopeful that a good
night’s sleep will help us with this damn website. It was supposed to go live
two days ago.”
“They should expect delays with the insane additions that
they requested last minute,” Bella said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Probably not. I’ve got an engagement shoot in the morning
and then baby shoots in the afternoon,” Peter said. “Call the company about the
delay in the website and we can fix it on Monday. Have a good weekend, Bells.
Later, Edward.”
“Bye, Peter,” I said as he slipped out the basement door.
