I'm Sure to Need Therapy After This
Title: I'm Sure To Need Therapy After This
Rating: T
Warnings: According to my pre-reader, don't drink liquids while reading this.
Summary: Sequel to Kissing Your Brother is Looked Down On in Society. The awkward dinner and talk between Bella and Charlie.
"Bells, can you pass me the bread?" Jake asked from across the table. "Puh-leeze?" he added with a smirk. I mentally added his previous 'with me on top' and felt my cheeks heat up a bit. I passed him the bread with a smile of my own and he chuckled at my blush. My eyes shifted to my left to Charlie who was looking from Jacob to me, probably connecting my blush and Jake's words to what he had seen earlier. Just great…
"So, Bella, did Jacob fix your truck?" Billy asked.
"No, I didn't, Dad. I kinda got caught up in something else." My dad's fork clanked his plate a little too hard and we all looked at him before Billy turned back to his son.
"That's too bad."
"Yeah, but, Bells, you could come by tomorrow right?" He sounded hopeful, probably thinking that we could have a repeat performance of today, minus getting busted by my father. It was on my mind too. "Yeah, you could pick me up from school in the Rabbit."
"Sounds good." Jacob looked at me happily. Yeah, he was definitely thinking about a repeat performance.
"Jacob!" Dad exclaimed suddenly. Jacob looked down to his plate quickly, mumbling a "Sorry, Chief." I could see a red tint forming on his cheeks and neck. What the hell was that all about?
Billy looked amused as he asked, "Jake, what was it that you got caught up with today?"
"Bella," Jacob said quietly.
"What about Bella?"
"They were making out in the garage," Charlie piped in, not sounding happy at all. "He was fondling her chest."
"I need to be excused," I said and got up quickly to make my way to the Black's bathroom. Once there I closed the door and splashed some cold water on my face, hoping to stop the overheating my embarrassment was causing.
"You can get through this Bella, you've been embarrassed before," I told myself, remembering the time that I had fallen at a ballet recital in front of dozens of people when I was six. I'd gotten through that, so one awkward dinner should be nothing. When I walked back into the kitchen, Charlie stood. "We're leaving, Bella." Oh thank God! I could not take anymore of this.
Outside, Charlie waited for me inside of the cruiser while I said goodbye to Jacob at his door. "That kiss was amazing, Bella. I'm actually happy that you weren't asleep now."
"Yeah, me too."
"It sucks that Charlie walked in on us, but we can redeem that kiss tomorrow, right?" he asked with a grin. "Definitely." I looked at his lips longingly. Maybe we could redeem it right now.
"I want to kiss you again, right this moment," he said taking the words out of my mouth. "So do it." I closed my eyes and felt Jacob inching closer when the blare of a horn made me eek in surprise and jump back a few feet.
"Bella!" Charlie hollered, sticking his head out of the passenger window, "We're leaving, now!" I waved quickly to Jacob and ran to the car. Needless to say, thanks to dinner and the garage events, Charlie and I didn't speak on the drive home.
My head snapped up from the book I was pretending to read when Charlie cleared his throat, thoroughly breaking me out of my flashback. He didn't say anything so I glanced back down at the reading my English teacher had assigned and waited for the inevitable. Charlie cleared his throat again. "Dad, is something on your mind?" I already knew the answer was yes. Of course he wanted to talk about what he had seen earlier in Jacob's garage and dinner, which is why I had opted to do my homework in the kitchen while my father was nursing a beer instead of doing it in my bedroom. The sooner we got this talk over with, the better.
"So you and Jake, huh?"
I shrugged.
"You want to explain what I saw today?"
"I think it was pretty self explanatory," I said blushing.
"I thought you two were just friends."
"We're still friends."
"Just the kind that make out occasionally?"
I shrugged again. "I guess so." Cryptic answers were what would get me through this little chat.
"Are you dating him?" Jake and I hadn't spoken about furthering our relationship, but that kiss… I answered as honestly as possible. "I don't think so. We almost are, I guess."
"So you let a boy who you aren't dating put his hand up your shirt?"
"Dad!" I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. I had changed my mind. It was definitely not better to get this over with now; I'd prefer to do it later, far, far into the future, like my fiftieth birthday or something. Actually, I'd prefer never.
"Bella, we have to talk about this eventually. I don't like it either. Personally I think there was enough awkwardness at the dinner table, so let's just have this talk and be done with it."
"I know," I resigned, "But for the record, his hand wasn't even all the way up my shirt."
"I was there, Bella. That boy hit second base." Oh, God, kill me now. "Okay, he did. I'm sorry you caught us. Are we done?"
He took a sip of his beer and shook his head. "Not quite yet. Do you know about protection?"
"Please tell me that you're asking if I know how to properly handle a gun."
He sighed. "You know that I mean condoms, Bell."
"Dad, why are you doing this to me? I get straight A's, I make you dinner every night and I keep the house clean. Please don't punish me with a sex talk. I've had health courses and Renee has gone over the basics of 'insert slot A into slot B' so please, don't."
"That's the point, Bella. You're my teenage daughter and I don't want anything inserting into anything else. And if you choose to ignore what I want, I at least want to make sure you don't get pregnant."
"Oh. My. God!"
"Just promise me that--"
"I promise! If it means that this mortifying, life altering, life scarring moment is over, then I promise to never ever have sex, with Jacob Black or any man for that matter. Ever. Never." I shook my head furiously, adding an extra 'never' before I looked back at Charlie, pleading with my eyes for this to be over.
"Okay, Bells. Go before you die of embarrassment."
I jumped up quickly and made a mad dash for the stairs. "Oh, and, Bella?"
"Yes," I asked, scared of what he might say next.
"Tell your almost boyfriend that next time he wants to caress you with his foot under the table, to make sure its actually your leg that he's rubbing; I don't swing for that team."
"Sure thing," I yelled as I ran to my room, second thinking my trip to Jake's house tomorrow. A repeat of tonight was definitely not worth it.
Part III