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I'll Be Home for Christmas

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Isabella Cullen is at home in Washington State. She’s a middle school teacher, missing herhusband, who is deployed in Afghanistan. It’s been over a year since she’s last seen her husband and this will be thesecond Christmas in a row that he will miss, with no luck in sight of his request of leave being approved. Her only wish is for her husband to be safe, in her arms, on Christmas.

Across the globe, Edward Cullen is working his hardest to grant his wife’s wish of being home for Christmas. He also wants to tell her, face-to-face, that after his tour of duty is over, that Edward would be returning home. Permanently.Will he be able to make it home to his beautiful wife?

Under Construction

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Bella Swan, a divorced adoption attorney, is relishing her time with her two hot and attentive boyfriends, Edward Masen and Garrett Keyes. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever considered being with two men, let alone two men who adored her as much as they do. Their relationship is perfection. With all new relationships, they are trying to navigate the ins and outs of being together. Their little bubble of sexual exploration is threatened when Bella is sent to New York City for a high profile adoption proceeding.

With a heavy heart, Bella flies out to New York to meet her new clients, close friends of Aro Volturi, her former boss. Carmen and Eleazar D’Amato are finalizing the adoption of a child that they fostered for almost a year and a half, but dealing with them is easy. Running into her ex-husband is not. He manages to appear everywhere once he found out that Bella was in New York. His new marriage has crumbled and his estranged wife has taken their child, hiding him away from James. His job is hanging by a thread and he now blames Bella for everything.

On a whim, Edward and Garrett fly out to New York to surprise Bella. She loses herself with them, but they had an audience. But, who and to what end? 

I'll Be Home for Christmas ~ Christmas One-Shot

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“Okay, ladies and gentleman, you will have a test next week on Nothing but the Truth. You can use the last ten minutes to study with your face partner, using your flashcards you created during class,” I said wearily.

It was the last period of the day, Friday afternoon a week before our winter break and all I wanted to do was go home. Desperately, I needed to talk to my husband, Edward, who was fighting another man’s war across the world. I missed him something fierce and I was resigned to the fact that he was going to be spending another holiday in the desert of Afghanistan. And I was going to spend Christmas alone.

Well, not really alone. I’ve got my family but it’s not the same.

“Mrs. Cullen?” asked one of my students, Kate. “Can we use our study guide on the test?”

“Do you all think it will help?” I replied. My students fervently nodded. “Well, then. You can use your study guide. But as a trade-off, you cannot do test corrections if you bomb it. Okay?” Again they nodded, working on filling out their study guides with their partners until the bell rang at 2:30. I bid them farewell before walking to my duty post in the front hallway of the building. Standing out there were my two friends, Alice Whitlock and Rose McCarty. Alice also happened to be my husband’s sister. “Hey guys. I’m sooooooooo happy it’s Friday.”

“Me too,” Rose grumbled. “I don’t know about you, but the students are extra squirrely this week or something. It’s like they’re allergic to their seats!” Rose taught sixth grade language arts. Her husband, Emmett, worked as a pediatrician at the local hospital. He and Rose were currently trying for their first baby, but have been unsuccessful.

“It’s the opposite for me,” Alice said, twisting her wedding rings. “My students are one step up from drool.”

“That’s because you went to the theater yesterday and didn’t get back to school until nearly midnight.” I snickered.

“True,” she giggled. Alice was the choir director. She, along with the band director, Topher, brought three hundred students to see the musical Wicked in Seattle. The only day that was available was Thursday, yesterday. Suffice it to say, if a band or choir student was in school today, they were zombies. “I was that teacher. I put in a video.”

“We’re all allowed to have those days,” I shrugged.

“Do you have a date tonight with Edward?” Alice asked.

 
“He’s supposed to be back from patrol tomorrow. If we do have a date, it’ll be on Sunday,” I frowned, playing with my lanyard that was around my neck. “I understand why he’s there but I miss him. I 
need him home for Christmas. It’s been over a year and a half since I last saw him in person. If he’s not home on Christmas, it’ll be two Christmases that he’s missed!”

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I'll Be Home for Christmas Teaser

“I hope you’re not attached to your clothes, Mrs. Cullen. They will not survive.” I whimpered, my panties flooding with my desire. “There will be no part of you that will not be reclaimed as mine, Isabella.”

Fuck, my possessive, horny husband. I loved it when he was like this. It was very rare that Edward was like this, but when he was, we had the most amazing, toe-curling, earth-shattering and mind-numbing sex.

He shut off the car, getting out and helping me out of the passenger seat. Pressing me against the car, Edward lifted me easily. My legs wrapped around his waist and I latched on around his neck. Striding away from the vehicle, he carried me to the garage entrance into our kitchen. Inside of our home, he spun me to balance me against the door. “I want you,” he purred, kissing my neck.

“God,” I moaned.

“I need you,” he continued, his lips never leaving my skin as he unbuttoned my winter coat. “I desire you in a way that I’ve never desired you, my Bella. My precious love.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I hissed, rocking against his growing arousal.

“But not against the garage door,” he snickered, putting me on my feet. Tugging on my hands, he led me to our living room. He shrugged out of his fatigue jacket. His t-shirt hugged his body like a second skin, displaying his well-toned and muscular torso. Spinning quickly, he crashed his lips against mine, pulling off my coat. I was pinned between my needy husband and the wall. His fingers were dancing along my hem of my t-shirt, a red shirt with a picture of Little Ralphie from A Christmas Story with the phrase saying ‘You’ll shoot your eye out.’ He tore my shirt from my body, revealing my very plain white bra. “God damn, you’re perfect,” he growled, cupping my breasts with his calloused hands. 

One Shot Teaser ~ I'll Be Home for Christmas

To: Isabella Cullen

From: Major Edward Cullen, M.D.

Re: No news…

My dearest Bella,

I was hoping that when you got this that I could say that I’d be home for Christmas. But, Col. Black still hasn’t given me a response. I’m beyond frustrated, my Bella. I miss you more than words can say. I can’t believe that it’s been over a year since I’ve last held you, kissed you and made love to you.

However, I’m trying to keep this as positive as I can. My guess is that no news is good news. You know? They haven’t told me no. (But, they haven’t told me yes, yet). I’m going to keep praying that I’ll be in your arms on Christmas, my love.

Anyhow, time on patrol is so tedious. We’ve, thankfully, not had any attacks on any civilians or armed forces. I’m grateful for that. Our supplies are dwindling and we’re not due for another shipment of medical supplies for at least two weeks. It’s so cruel to try and be a doctor without simple medications. Setting a bone while the patient is awake is awful for the patient and for me. The patient is aware of the pain I’m inflicting. For me, I have to listen to them scream in agony.

Enough of me griping…

How are things back at home? Are your students ready for break? Are you ready for them to be on break? I remember when I was a kid…that week and half before Christmas break was torture. The end was in sight but it ticked by at a snail’s pace. And then the two weeks off? Done in the blink of an eye.

Cruel, I tell you.

I’ve got to go, baby. I should be back to base by Saturday. I’ll Skype you on Sunday, 3pm, your time. I love you more than words can express. I’ll keep praying that my leave will be approved so I can be the ultimate Christmas present, my beautiful wife.

Be safe and I love you,

Your Edward