(A/N) Okay, this is the prologue of my new story, Star-Crossed. You'll have to tell me if it's interesting, because, since it came to me in the shower last night, I'm very partial to it, and I highly doubt someone's done something like this before. WARNING: VERY SMUTTY. It will be 100% in Bella's POV, but if you want, I'll do an outtake story as well. AND, before you ask, no, I will not tell you now who Bella is with at the end of the story. Tough shit. You'll find out eventually.
Btw, yes, I'll get to updating MSOB after posting this, haha..
Star-Crossed
Prologue
Pushing a lock of my thick, chocolate brown hair back behind my ear, I pulled my 11 month old son onto my lap. As I stared into his intelligent, emerald eyes, memories flooded my brain.
19 months ago
I looked at my feet, embarrassed that I was going through with this. Sure, my fiancée Emmett was sterile (thanks to his testicles not properly dropping when he was a child – no one had known it'd have a lasting effect on him), but getting implanted with someone else's sperm was just fucking weird. I felt Emmett's loving gaze on my back, and I looked up at the female doctor, thank god I had Carrie, and not some perv, with new found confidence. She returned my gaze, and said, "Are you ready?" I nodded, and laid down on the standard hospital chair, in my hospital grown (which I felt excruciatingly exposed in), and opened my legs, Emmett holding my hand and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, mainly to get my mind off of the nuttiness going on right now.
I pulled myself back to the present, and stroked Beau's bronze hair affectionately. I laughed, remembering his birth and the origin of his name.
11 months ago
My breathtaking son was placed into my arms, but I had Emmett stand very close, in case I wasn't able to hold my arms up any longer. Although I'd gone into labor a mere 8 months after… becoming pregnant, and he was born only 4lbs. 8oz, it took more out of me (I'd had a c-section, I wasn't expecting this much physical exertion) than I'd anticipated.
Emmett kept saying my name in wonder, "Bella… Bella… Bella…" he paused in his awed chanting, "What're we going to name him, beautiful?" I smiled, and the perfect name came to me. "Beau." He cocked to his head to the side, and grinned, his dimples very pronounced against his swollen face. He'd done as much crying as I had lately, what with the news that our beautiful son might not make it since he was coming so early. "Why that name, dear?" I smiled larger, pleased with my explanation. "Well, Bella means beautiful or pretty, and if people think it fits me, wait till they see our little Beau. And, in French, Beau means Beautiful. I think you're the only left out one." I stuck my tongue out at him, almost high on the sensation of holding this overly gorgeous baby that came from me.
I looked down at the baby in my arms. Looked at his gorgeous, flushed face. I knew he relied on me for life. And I was more than willing to give this perfect child anything he wanted. I oh-so-gently fluffed the tiny amount of oddly red-brown hair on his head, and he opened his eyelids to present the most gorgeous green eyes I'd ever seen.
My first thought was that I just wanted to look at Beau forever. Never let him grow up, stay little and let me look at his perfection. Second, I thought that even though this was the first time he'd opened his eyes truly, they looked old and wise. Like he had a long history, things people with normalcy in their lives would never want to hear about. My third thought, and the reason my smile faltered, was that people were definitely going to talk. What with my deep chestnut eyes, and Emmett's eyes the color of the Pacific Ocean on a flawlessly sunny day, what would people say about our gloriously green-eyed son? We had decided to tell people just that I was pregnant, not the how's or why's. But, my smile returned, and I thought, since when do I care what the fuck people think? My fourth thought was the most disturbing; I wanted to meet his real, biological father. The father who these wondrous features no doubt came from. I'm sure Beau's awfully pale skin came from I, but on Beau, it looked… right. And I'm sure his real father would be glorious…
Again coming to the present, I reached up to find tears streaming down my face. These thoughts were still floating around, I wanted – no, needed – to find Beau's real Dad. But people don't go about doing things like that. Sure, this mystery man's sperm was what had produced Beau from my egg, but, Emmett was the man I'd passionately made love to over the past 3 years, the man I loved so deeply, the man whose hands felt like heaven, and the man who could warm me up with a good fuck like no one else could ever possibly do.
Another flashback came to me, of Emmett and I (and my Belly, I was 5 months pregnant) sexing it up in the hot tub. We'd realized hut tub sex was a lot easier on my back, and allowed Emmett to get deeper, even with the partially formed Beau inside of me. I remembered his hands making quick work of my bikini, and slipping 2 fingers inside of my already wet core to get me ready. I reached behind me, pulling down his trunks, and moaned. "Emmett, I need you inside me, please, baby…" he grunted, and complied, thrusting into me in one fluid movement. He found his rhythm, one hand going down to circle my clit roughly. We both cried out, and I braced the edge of our hot tub so I didn't float away. I was close, and I could feel he was too. I pushed myself down on him, and that hit a different spot inside me, making me explode in a world of blinding stars. Emmett came not long after, and we both collapsed for a moment, before heading inside to shower before bed.
Those were such happy times… but, back to reality, Beau needed feeding. He was pouting in that adorable way, puffing his cheeks out slightly, his bottom lip jutting out. I vaguely wondered if his father gave him that trait (because I certainly couldn't pout), as I carried him to the kitchen to fix him some food.
Would I ever get to see his Father?
(A/N) So, whataya think? If you're wondering where the fuck this is going, I promise the chapters after this will be much more explanatory and more plot, and much much longer. This is purely the backstory. :)
About the Emmett-being-sterile issue, that can really happen. Haha, it happened to my brother Bailey, and since his balls didn't drop when they were supposed to, his sperm didn't fully develop or something.
Haha, and if any of you are wondering, my baby brother's name is Beau. He was a pre-mie (as was I), and he's the cutest baby ever. :) REVIEW! Inspiration: Emmett sexing you up, in a hot tub. ;D
