Another month passed with absolutely no luck. Wendy was starting to get even more frustrated than Edward. They followed EVERYTHING they were told to try and even went to get testing done to see if they were still able to produce kids. They were, so they were left wondering what was going wrong.
Edward was already planning ahead. He had contractors come out a few months ago to build onto the house (four extra bedrooms, plus another bathroom). Wendy couldn’t believe how much he’d built on to the house, but it did look nice. The lighting and plumbing was already put in; all that was left was painting the bedrooms and putting the furniture in, although they knew the furniture would come later. These rooms were for the amount of kids they wanted to have, and Edward decided to do it now before later.
Edward was hard at work painting the final bedroom. It was now summer once again, so he didn’t have school and had plenty of time to paint. Wendy helped when she didn’t have to work, and together they made great progress. Edward knew he had to hurry by the time the addition had been built, because in about a month he’d be going back to school. Edward was currently painting one wall in nothing but a pair of jeans and a snapback, and it was starting to feel a little warm in the room. He opened the window and put three fans in there, and that was helping to cool him off a little.
Wendy walked over to the room with a glass of iced tea, but she stopped for a moment to admire Edward. His back was to her, painting the wall by the window, and he was on his knees painting down around by the floor. His back was shining with the smallest bit of sweat and the muscles in his back were flexing every time he moved. He had a snapback on, a dark-blue one, which was keeping his curls pushed out of his eyes. Wendy noticed that his jeans, despite the fact that he had them held up with a belt, were sliding down a little, revealing the dimples in his back down by his spine. He looked so damn sexy in that moment, that Wendy gulped.
“Eddie?” she said, finally finding her voice.
He turned his head to look at her and he smiled. “Hey, babe.”
“Looking good,” she said with a smirk.
Edward got up from his knees, standing up and looking at the wall. “Yeah. Isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t talking about the wall,” Wendy said with a grin, walking into the room and handing Edward the iced tea.
“Aw, thanks,” he said, taking it and taking a drink. Wendy just studied him again, this time from the front: The way his chest was also slicking with tiny beads of sweat and the way the two tattoos on his chest and the one on his arm seemed to shine through all of the sweat. His forehead was even sweating a little, and Edward wiped his hand across it.
“Thank God I found this old thing in my closet,” Edward said, pointing at the snapback. “I would’ve had to resort to tying my bangs up with one of your ponytail holders. How sexy would that have been, am I right?”
Wendy giggled. “That would’ve been the sexiest thing ever. It totally would’ve had my panties a mess.”
Edward sat the glass of tea on a small table in the corner of the room, then walked over to Wendy, holding her by the waist. Wendy could smell him; he smelled like sweat and that sweet, sexy fragrance of his cologne. “Mmm. I can do that without the ponytail, though. So easily, too.”
“Eddie, stop being so bad!” Wendy whispered, although she was giggling.
“Well, I can,” Edward whispered, placing his lips to hers. He then whispered against her lips: “You know it’s true.”
“Yeah,” Wendy breathed, laying her hands on Edward’s hips. “I can’t help myself. You’re so damn sexy, Eddie. Especially now. I was watching you for a minute and....and wow.”
