Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Bella's P.O.V.
Today started out exactly like any other day. To a certain extent, It was a fairly normal day; a day that could be experienced by anyone in the world. Aside from a little uneasiness, it was a pretty good day.
Oh, except for one tiny detail, but we'll get to that later.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to see if anything there could tell me why I had felt so weird all day – aside from the one thing I knew already - and if I could see a difference in my reflection. I was a little on edge for the whole day, the feeling intensified in the last couple of minutes.
I thought back to the first time we had done this. Almost four years ago.
I remembered hearing the entire town buzz with gossip on the new family moving here, we hadn't had a new family in years. From what I had heard, it was a rather large family. Mother, father, and three children that were all married. I vaguely wondered why the children would move here if they were already married. Apparently, they were a very close family.
Not one for gossip, I tried not to listen. For weeks, everyone was excited to catch a glimpse of the newcomers; I was a lucky one to receive that chance. A normal day for me, a trip to the grocery store, had turned into the huge mess I was drowning in at this very moment.
I relished the memory of how my breathing almost stopped altogether upon seeing how that messy bronze hair framed that perfectly chiseled pale face in the sallow store lights as he turned slowly into the aisle I was in.
To this day, I still don't know how we went from friendly strangers to tearing each others' clothes off in my living room.
I jumped when I heard a knock at the door. I smoothed down the slight waves in my hair and slipped on my dark blue robe. I had a, uh, tiny lingerie fetish and that little personality quirk had granted me the knowledge of how much the white, lace teddy I had on under my robe affected him.
I quickly made my way over to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it to reveal the most beautiful creature in the world. I had never been this nervous before, because we've done this so many times. Would today be the day to tell him? Probably not.
"I wish I was met with this every time a door opened in front of me." Edward said, the crooked smile that simultaneously made my heart flutter and my panties wet adorning his face.
"Wow, I'm standing here... like this... and that's all you can say, or do?" I teased.
"Oh, there is so much more that I would love doing to you right now." His voice dipped lower than before, making my lady bits tingle in anticipation. My hands, to their own accord, climbed up his rock hard chest and latched onto the front of his shirt, pulling him inside as he kicked the door shut. His large hands slipped around my waist, crushing me to him. I shivered as I felt his washboard abs come in contact with my stomach and heat pooled into my lower abdomen.
"We don't have that much time today. Tanya's coming home and we have reservations for dinner tonight." He sighed. I stiffened slightly, never wanting to hear him say her name. It was silly of me really; she was his wife after all.
God, even in my own mind I sounded like a slut! Which, of course, I know is exactly what I am.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to make this a quick one." With that, his lips crashed to mine in a hungry craze. My hands flitted over his broad chest and clasped behind his neck, deepening the kiss. I pulled him down the hall and into my room.
"I like the more demanding Bella." He growled. I pushed him down roughly onto my bed. His clothes had to come off now.
"You are far too covered up for my taste. Why don't we just see what's on under this little robe." He grinned cheekily and reached out to untie the sash holding my robe together, only to be slapped away by me.
"Not so fast, Eddie, we're doing things my way tonight." I slowly untied the sash and pushed the robe off my shoulders, letting the garment create a pool of blue silk at my feet. From the sudden intake of breath, I could tell he liked the view. I smiled, looking at him from under my lashes. I trailed my hand down the valley between my breasts, feeling my nipples harden.
"Oh God," he groaned, hands raised toward me in both a plea and submission. "How do you expect me to leave when you wear something like that?" I made my way over to where he was sitting on the bed. I crawled up to him and moved my legs to either side of his hips, straddling him. His erection strained against the confines of his pants, brushing against where I needed him most.
"I guess if it's just too tempting, then it must come off. Would that be easier to resist?" My bottom lip was trapped between my teeth and if the way his hips bucked and how he ran his hands up and down my sides were any indication that he thoroughly enjoyed the view, I'd say it was effective.
"I think you especially like to torture me," he pouted as he said this and I felt that familiar feeling I got when he did something so cute.
"But isn't it just the best kind of torture?" I asked and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. My hands grasped onto his shoulders as I gently pushed him back so that he was lying down. My lips hovered over his and I could taste his sweet breath on the tip of my tongue. Just as I was about to plant a kiss on his luscious lips, his phone rang. Only one guess as to who that could be. The mood in the room completely shattered.
With a groan, I rolled off of him and buried my face in the pillows.
"Yes, the reservations are set for tonight at eight." Edward said, composure completely apparent to me, but had a hint of frustration dancing around the edges.
"Why would I have to change them... oh, your flight was early?" He said in a tone that was straining to be upbeat. I peeked up from the pillows and found him staring at the sheets, his expression unreadable.
"Yes, I'll be there in about an hour or so... I love you, too... bye." He snapped the phone shut and his eyes slid over to me.
"I'm sorry; her flight was early, so I really do have to go." He leaned over, giving me a sweet kiss and hopped off my bed. Aside from the guilt I felt from helping him commit adultery, when he left, every time, it was unbearable. Every time he left, it broke my heart even more.
"Edward, will we ever be more than a casual meeting when she isn't around? Am I always just going to be your whore waiting for your next summons?" I spat the questions, feeling the familiar sting behind my eyes as tears formed in them.
"Don't ever let me hear you call yourself a whore, Isabella. You are the farthest thing from it. I'm sorry for how things are right now and I want nothing more than to shout my love for you in the middle of the fucking town square, but I- we can't have that conversation right now, Bella. I love you more than anything in the world, you know that." He said, grabbing my hands in his, laying a brief kiss across the knuckles of each, and looking into my eyes.
"How can I believe that when you're saying that you love her right in front of me?" I sighed and if I didn't get out of his presence in the next few minutes, he would see me blubber like a baby.
"You are the one I love and you are the one I will want forever, but right now, I just have to work out a few things before we can have a normal relationship."
"I understand... kind of. Just go so that she doesn't get suspicious, or angry, or... whatever." I whispered, pulling my hands from his, and walked over to retrieve my robe and tie it securely around my body.
"Well, we still have tomorrow, right? I really am sorry, Bella, please believe that I'll always be sorry for putting you through this. I love you." He said and placed a kiss on my forehead before leaving.
"I love you, too." I whispered once he was gone, as the flood gates burst and the first tears slipped out.
Do you know what you would do if the only man you've ever loved promised you marriage and love, but he was already married? He's always loved me, I know that, but I guess it's just not enough anymore.
So, yeah, remember that tiny detail from before? That little speck of information was the fact that I had taken at least ten pregnancy tests, of different varieties, and they were all positive.
I was pregnant, with a married man's child.
