A/N: Well, first please accept our apologies for the time it took to get this chapter to you all. LisaDawn75 started a new job which left us both unable to talk to each other, seeing as we live on opposite sides of the planet. EternallyCullen has been suffering from writer's block, so it took us longer than usual to get this chapter done. But, we put our nose – and fingers – to the grindstone today and can now present chapter two to you!
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I still could not believe that I was pregnant. All it had taken was just one time. One time and clearly the right man with the right kind of man juice. I also couldn't believe that I had gone nine weeks without even realizing that I'd been knocked up. Pregnancy was something that I'd been longing for for a while, and as soon as I had a bun in my oven, I'd had no clue. It was my holy grail, and I hadn't even noticed it! It was actually pretty funny, thinking about it. Or not. I could only hope that the wine I'd managed to work my way though hadn't harmed the tiny little fetus in anyway.
Then there was my baby-daddy. Edward Cullen. We'd become rather acquainted with each other after that first night we'd spent together. We'd only had sex three times, and apart from when I'd started getting sick – the stomach virus I thought I'd picked up – we'd spent most of our free time together. He was sweet and patient with me – and still very shy. He was a total dork, but I loved it. I also could see myself falling completely in love with him. I wasn't there yet –neither of us had really talked much since that morning in my bathroom – but we just began to spend more time together and tried to get to know one another.
My parents were still in the dark. Not totally – they knew that I had been seeing a guy, which, of course, my mother was super excited about, and the bi-weekly phone calls became almost daily. Renee wanted as much information about my new relationship as I'd give her. I tried to tell her that it was all very new, but somehow, I didn't think she entirely believed me. I guess we could call it mother's intuition – something I would be learning about in several months.
"So, when do we get to meet him? What is it you said that he did again? Comic books… really? And how old did you say he was... hmmm... well, so long as you know that he'll be able to support you." I started to lose track of the amount of times that I rolled my eyes during that last conversation. I tried to remain polite by answering and making certain noises in the right places.
Edward was working from his home most of the time, going into the office once, perhaps twice, a week. Most days, he would come over for dinner and get there just before I got home. One thing that I learned about him in the first few weeks of our relationship, or whatever the hell we were calling it, was that he was a wonderful cook. He explained to me that his mother made sure that he and his brothers were proficient in the kitchen. Edward had kept that up, even living as a bachelor. I argued about him cooking me dinner so much, but he only smiled at me and told me that he liked to be able to cook for someone other than himself.
Yeah, that shut me up pretty quickly. He followed by telling me that he was enjoying taking care of me, as well – which was very sweet.
Swoon.
Neither of us knew anything about pregnancy and prenatal care, so Google was very helpful. I found out that I needed to book an appointment with an obstetrician to confirm the pregnancy, and at some point, we would get an ultrasound. Edward figured out that I'd been approximately nine weeks along when we found out that I was, in fact, expecting, so getting an appointment was important. I also realized that at the grand old age of thirty-five, I was classified as an older mother – therefore, high risk.
Hardee, har har.
Edward came with me to the first appointment. We sat nervously together in the waiting room, and he slipped his hand into mine and squeezed. It was slightly sweaty, but I expected mine was, too. I was eleven weeks along, at this point. There were other women there in their various stages of pregnancy – some with their partners, some alone, and others with screaming children in tow. They were called in, one by one, and it seemed like we were waiting forever and ever. The appointment itself wasn't too terrible. They gave me a pelvic exam. Edward blushed profusely and twisted in his chair so as not to look at me. He was still so shy about stuff like that. Our physical relationship had not changed since we'd discovered the pregnancy; he said he wanted to take it slowly, even though he'd already managed to knock me up with his super sperm. He told me that it was because he didn't want to screw anything up.
I guess I could understand that.
After all, I was the people's queen when it came to relationship fuck ups.
I found myself quickly becoming besotted with him. I loved his kindness and his tenderness. I started to keep my phone in my breast pocket when at work and not in its usual home of my purse – just because I longed for the device to buzz, alerting me to a text message or even an email.
By the time my second appointment came – during my fifteenth week of pregnancy – did I realize that yes, he had been truthful, and he was in it for the long haul.
Even though I had been dating and was now carrying the child of one of the most attractive men I'd ever met, I was still sexually frustrated. He'd not pushed any further with me than some pretty hot and heated kisses on my couch and on my doorstep as he left to go back to his own apartment in the evenings. I'd not wanted to push him myself. I mean, it wasn't as though we'd not been there before. I was knocked up and starting to show but even through all of this, I was happy. Sexually frustrated, but happy.
We waited in that bright waiting room once again, and I snuggled into his side when Edward leaned closer to me and slipped an arm across my shoulder, resting his other hand over my own on my knee. "Nervous?" he asked me for the hundredth time that morning.
I nodded mutely and turned my hand over, linking my fingers with his and giving a little squeeze. "Yeah," I breathed. "But it's going to be okay, right? Everything is going to be in the right place?" I asked him – which probably didn't help matters seeing as Edward actually seemed more concerned about the whole thing than I was.
Edward inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "Oh, God, I hope so. But if not, just to let you know in advance, I'm sorry. I'm not sure if there is any special technique to baby making... they all make it seem so simple in the movies, right?"
I couldn't help but blush and smile up at him. "It was easy, remember?" I prodded, reminding him of our first meeting which ultimately resulted in the little bean sprout that was currently making itself a home in my uterus.
Edward chewed on his lip and bit down hard. I reached up and pulled it out from between his teeth.
He opened his mouth and took another deep breath, looking as though he were about to say something else when my name was called by the nurse who had just opened the door to the exam rooms. "Isabella Sawn? Right this way."
"Here we go," I breathed and got to my feet. I held my hand out for Edward who stood and didn't let go as we walked out of the waiting room and along the corridor to the exam room. My OB nurse was waiting for me.
"Hey, Isabella," she greeted warmly, as she reached forward and took my hand. I didn't bother to correct her with the name thing as she immediately turned to Edward. "Hey, Daddy... Edward, isn't it?"
"That's right; nice to see you again."
Our nurse, Jenny, smiled and gestured to the seat. "Right, guys. So, you have your first ultrasound today. Are you both ready to meet your baby?"
Edward and I both looked at one another and nodded nervously in sync.
"Excellent... well, we just need to take some details – check your weight and blood pressure – and I will need a little urine sample from you, Mommy, and then we need to have a little talk about some of the procedures that were listed in the pamphlet I gave you last time. As you know, because you're an older, first time mom, we do recommend that you have an amniocentesis to check baby out, as the risks are increased now."
I gulped, and Edward squeezed my hand. Yes, we had talked about that and had agreed that even though we would have the procedure done – which involved a rather large needle inserted into my abdomen around the baby to draw out some of the amniotic fluid for testing for chromosomal defects such as Down's Syndrome – that if the results were not great, we both still wanted to continue the pregnancy and bring our child up in the world. We both wanted it so much that we knew neither of us could even contemplate terminating the pregnancy.
Edward wrapped his arm across my shoulder and pulled me almost over the armrest of the padded seat. "Yes, we talked about it, and it's something we'd like to look into. Just to rule anything out."
"That's great, guys; well, after your check-up and ultrasound, we'll get you booked in for that."
Edward and I both nodded at the same time, and I glanced at him anxiously.
Our nurse took her observations – my blood pressure was normal, and my weight was good. I'd not gained any since pre-pregnancy – which with sickness was pretty normal – and it pleased me a great deal because I didn't want to feel like a fat assed cow next to my new boyfriendish-type person. She started to lecture me on my diet and foods to avoid – like I didn't know it already. Edward's "So You're Having a Baby" book was pretty good and informative. I wasn't to eat shellfish, had to avoid undercooked eggs and meat, and made sure I took my prenatal vitamins daily. I tried not to roll my eyes as Edward nodded along and hummed in what seemed to be the appropriate places.
She also told me that within the next month or so that I might be able to feel a few small movements as our baby got larger. My mind snapped to attention at that point, as I thought how weird that was going to feel. She explained that, at first, it might feel like a little wind or the sensation of bubbles popping in my stomach, and as the baby got bigger, it would feel like definite kicks and nudges. Edward, by this point, was beaming. I knew for a fact that he couldn't wait to be able to place his hands over my swollen stomach and feel our child move.
"Okay, guys; well, we're all set. If you want to go wait down the hall, I'll just finish writing up these notes, and we'll get you seen for your ultrasound."
Edward and I were immediately on our feet, and he practically pulled me out of the room. I thought it was very sweet that he was so excited about the ultrasound. Hell, I was excited, as well, but the apprehension was starting to take over me – what if something was wrong? I was, after all, considered an older mother, so I was tipping the scales. What if the ultrasound found a problem with our baby? What if... I tried to think positive and ignore the 'what ifs.' Edward pressed a kiss to my forehead as we sat side by side on a pair of padded pink chairs. "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?"
I nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm good, just nervous, that's all. I know we said that we'd deal, you know, no matter what, but I can't help but feel I've left this too long. I feel like this is my – I mean, our – only chance at this... and what if I've screwed it up?"
Edward wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder. "You haven't done anything wrong. No matter what, this baby is ours, and he or she is going to be perfect. Please, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, and we can take care of each other and this little person." He kissed my temple and rested his chin on the top of my head, pulling me even closer. Another few inches and I would have been on his lap – not that his lap was an unpleasant place to be...
"Ms. Swan?"
My name was called out just as my OB nurse was heading towards us. The ultrasound technician smiled warmly as I heaved myself to my feet. The four of us went into the darkened room, and I was instructed to lift up my shirt and pull my pants down a little. I then had a paper towel tucked into the lowered waistband, and I lay down on the bed.
"Okay, this is going to be a little cold," the technician warned me, as she squeezed out a glob of blue goo onto my stomach. She was right... Jeez, couldn't they warm that shit up or something? "I'm just going to take some time to have a look and see what we've got in here, and then we can take some measurements and give you your due date, okay?"
I nodded and closed my eyes, gnawing on my lip and sending up a little prayer that all would be well. Edward gripped my fingers reassuringly, and I felt the probe press gently down on my stomach as the technician moved the wand across my abdomen. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen, seeing a mass of black and white. Once it settled in one place, I could make out familiar shapes. My baby… our baby.
It turned out that everything was fine; we looked great, and Edward had been correct with his calculations of our due date. I had, in fact, gotten pregnant the first night we were together.
Well, we had certainly done something right that night.
He linked our fingers together as we walked through the parking garage that was attached to the doctor's building. "I'm so relieved," he said, releasing the breath he had apparently been holding throughout the appointment. "I was so worried that maybe I didn't do something right."
"You certainly did something right," I said with a sly smile. "Not bad for the first time, huh?"
He blushed bright red at my comment, causing me to laugh. Usually, I was the one who turned the color of a tomato.
"Hm," was his brilliant comeback. I laughed again. I felt so free and so… happy. Soon, I would have this new little life to care for - and who would care for me - and I silently hoped that the three of us would quickly become our own little family unit.
~DW~
The next several months settled into a comfortable pattern. Every month, Edward accompanied me to the doctor, where we got to hear our baby's heartbeat and several times got to see the little sprout on the ultrasound monitor. Those were always the most enjoyable visits.
After the appointment, we would both head back to work, and then Edward would have dinner waiting for me when I arrived home. I had given him a key to my house several months prior, and it quickly became our routine to spend the evenings cuddled up with each other on my couch, watching TV.
I wanted to broach the subject of Edward moving in with me, seeing as how he was rarely even at his apartment any longer. We had only spent a few nights there as it was in noisy downtown, and my house was in the quiet suburbs. But I wasn't sure if he was ready for that or not, since he usually left the first move up to me.
Before I'd had a permanent basketball of a stomach, I would sometimes climb into his lap to get things started. However, since I was beginning to resemble a beached whale, I was unable to move in such ways and so, had left the ball in his court.
And in doing so, I remained frustrated. Surely, he knew that he could take the lead? Sometimes – and I blamed the hormones entirely – I felt as though he didn't want me in that way. I wasn't sure if it was because he felt that he shouldn't, or if it was due to the fact that I had a fat ass, puffy cheeks, and swollen ankles… and whatever else I couldn't see but he could. I didn't know, but he never wanted to make the move. I would have thought my new and improved boobs would have been a sure-fire way to grab his attention, but no. He didn't even try to play with them. Sure, he was attentive and would always wrap his arm across my shoulder. And in bed at night, he'd spoon with me, his hand resting on the top of my bump and our legs entwined – and he'd even kiss me. But it wasn't enough. Sometimes – and again, I was totally blaming the pregnancy hormones – sometimes, a girl just needed to be dominated a little, and well... fucked. Edward slept in my bed pretty much every single night, and if I ever wanted even the smallest bit of attention, it had to be me that instigated it. I'd have to slip my hand between us and take him in my hand. Subtle grinding and pressing my butt into him just didn't cut it – I didn't know if he just didn't get that I was coming onto him or not. Honestly, the poor man was simply clueless. My little nerd.
I snuggled into the crook of his arm and smiled as he rested his head against me. I'd accidently on purpose slipped into my partially see-through baby doll nightie – because, let's face it; there wasn't much that was comfortable when you were almost eight months pregnant. At least, that was my excuse for taking a trip to Victoria's Secret the previous week. So, with my newly enlarged boobs pushed together and up, and a pretty, sheer black material flowing loosely over my bump, and a really cute pair of lace boy shorts, I felt pretty darn hot and not as whale-like as my holey sweats usually made me feel. I stayed put for a moment, and Edward didn't move nor did he really pay much attention to my choice of outfit. Humph. Need to get the boy booked in for a sight test. Did the baby bump suddenly make me invisible or perhaps the pregnancy was messing with my eyes, and I really didn't look as hot as I'd thought... Shit.
So, I snuggled in further and placed my hand across his stomach. I raked my nails across his t-shirt and hummed appreciatively. Nothing. He didn't move. I stretched my legs along the length of his legs and arched my back, pressing the new E cups into his side. Still nothing.
It was time to pull out the bigger guns – even though the big guns were currently pushed up by my nightie. I arched my back once more and let out a gentle, but fairly high pitched, sigh. Unfortunately, Edward seemed to take it as more of a moan – and clearly not a good moan, because he sat bolt upright, and his hand shot to my protruding stomach. "Bella, are you okay? Are you having a contraction? Is the baby coming?"
What the hell? Did I sound like a cow getting ready to birth a calf? I tried to moan more seductively to help him get the hint, when he reached over and turned the lamp on.
"Bella? What's wrong?" he asked, his face tight with worry.
I guess I should have felt sorrier for him than I did – and again, it was all the hormones' fault – but I didn't. And unfortunately, my temper boiled over.
"I'm fine, Edward, other than the fact that I'm about to explode from sexual frustration!" I yelled, rolling away – which was no easy feat – and standing up in front of him. "Are you blind? Or am I just so damn unattractive right now that you don't want to even touch me?" Tears were starting to run down my face, and I swiped at them angrily. Damn stupid hormones.
He rubbed his eyes, completely baffled. "W-what are you talking about? Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying!"
"Yes, you are," he pointed out rationally."You're yelling at me, and... Well, you have tears; please tell me what I've done to upset you." He was wringing his hands together and looked pretty damn desperate. I quickly folded my arms on top of my bump, causing the guns to jiggle and almost smack me in the chin. I sniffed loudly and looked away.
"If you can't figure it out, then I'm not gonna help you," I said angrily and walked from the room with as much dignity as one could have after practically slapping herself in the face with her own boobs. They were weapons of mass destruction. I briefly wondered if I'd be able to shoot bullets or something out of them. Maybe that would get Edward's attention. I heard his sock feet shuffling after me across the carpet.
"Bella," he called after me. "Please wait. I didn't mean to upset you, and it's not good for the baby."
I whirled around so fast that I almost toppled over. I had to grab the counter in front of me to keep from spinning all the way around. "The baby, the baby... Edward, the baby is fine. It kicks me all the time and makes me want to pee every two minutes. My stomach looks like a freaking road map, and I can no longer wear heels. The baby is happy when I'm chugging on Mountain Dew and when I'm happy. And right now, I'm not happy!"
"Bella... I'm... what can I do to make you happy? I'm trying, I really am... I know that I might be hard to live with; do you want me to go?"
"Jesus, Edward. How fucking clueless are you? I want you, okay? I'm so fucking horny that I think I'm going to spontaneously combust at any moment! My lady parts feel as though they are going to shrivel up and die if they don't get some attention... and pretty soon, they're going to be stretched beyond recognition... and you don't want me!" I blurted out, gripping the counter so tightly my fingertips turned white while more tears spilled down my puffy cheeks.
Edward just stared at me, his mouth open.
"I know I might not look attractive to you right now, but Edward, these hormones rushing around my body have made me crazy. I'm aching for you... shit... I've been watching freaking internet porn when you're not here, but it's not doing anything for me! I need release, and you're the only one who can take care of that for me."
I blushed beet red at my admission. Edward looked dumbfounded. He swallowed hard and raked his hands nervously though his hair.
"But you're clearly not interested in me like that, so, I'm... I'm sorry. I'll just... I'm going to bed before I make a fool out of myself further."
I turned around and began to make my way out of the kitchen; I'd never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I'd just made a complete tool out of myself and had probably just messed up the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I walked along the hall and grabbed onto the stair rail to begin to hoist my baby-carrying ass up to bed where I could bury my head under the pillow for the rest of my life. I was shocked when his warm and slightly sweaty hand caught mine and pulled me back and into his chest. Edward wrapped his arms tightly around me and rested his chin on my left shoulder. "Bella, I... I... Jesus, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you felt like that."
I shook my head. "No, 's'okay; you don't need to apologize... my hormones are screwing with me right now, and I had no right to talk to you like that... or to push you. I know I'm fat and ugly and unattractive." I accidentally blew some snot onto his t-shirt trying to keep the tears at bay.
"Push me? Bella, honestly, have you any idea how beautiful you are?"
"Yeah, right," I scoffed.
"You are. I love seeing you like this." He ran his hands across my stomach and sweetly stroked my bump. "You are so beautiful."
I sniffed. "It's all right, Edward. I'm letting you off of the hook, okay? Let's just drop it." I tried to pull out of his embrace and go upstairs, but his arms restrained me.
"Letting me off the hook? You're kidding, right? I mean it, Bella, you look amazing." He pressed a kiss to my collar bone, and I shivered at the intimate contact. I felt him smile against my shoulder, and his hands moved softly across my belly once again. I threaded my fingers through his and moved with him as I leaned back into his embrace.
"You don't have to say things to make me feel better. I was a bitch, Edward; please, just… don't. I'm really sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. Please, just listen to me for a second. You look awesome and seeing you... growing like this… nurturing our child – it's beautiful. You are an incredible creature. I can't even begin to imagine how you're feeling right now with a new, little person inside of you, but you are glowing, Bella. I want you more than anything. I love touching you."
"Then why don't you?" I whispered. "I want you to touch me, more than anything. I need your hands on me... your lips."
"I don't want to push you too far; I don't want to make you do things you don't want. And I don't want to do anything that might hurt you or the baby."
I pulled on his hand, trying to get him to follow me up the stairs. "You won't hurt us, Edward. It's perfectly natural, and the doctor said I was fine."
He scrubbed at his chin. "I know he said that, Bella, but... I'm just scared."
I turned to him and backed up onto the first step so that we were eye level. "Don't be scared; I'm not. Just go slow. I want you so much, Edward. We can try other and more... interesting… positions, as I have to be careful about how much time I spend... well, on my back… but there are other comfortable ways we can try, so that you're not leaning across my stomach." I wriggled my eyebrows playfully and saw his green eyes visibly darken a couple of shades.
"Other ways, you say?" Edward asked, his eyes wide.
I nodded and smiled in what I hoped was a seductive way. "Yep."
He stepped closer to me. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "Well, I'd hate to stand in the way of progress..."
"For pregnant women everywhere," I agreed solemnly, but my insides were tossing in anticipation. I had almost forgotten our earlier argument, and when he looked at me that way, I almost forgot I was the size of small car. I tugged on his hand again. "Don't think about it too hard," I advised, batting my eyelashes at him.
He looked at me in concern. "Do you have something in your eye?"
"Dammit it, Edward," I muttered, as I pulled his on hand and yanked him gently towards me while I took another step up. I decided to give up on the whole seduction thing as apparently I was only making things worse. "You're such a dork, but you're my dork. Now, why can't you just realize that I'm trying to come onto you and just take me to bed already? Please?"
As my womanly areas ached, I decided I wasn't too proud to beg.
Edward followed me somewhat nervously up the stairs... Jeez, this man had shared my bed with me for the past six months, we'd had several sexual encounters, one of which resulted in my ever-growing stomach, and yet he still managed to look as afraid as a virgin on prom night. I was a bad, bad accountant.
I pulled him into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us. Edward glanced at the bed and then at me. I smiled and sat on the edge, smoothing out the comforter. "Come here, please," I whispered to him as I looked at him though my eye lashes. He walked towards me and fell to his knees, which made us eye level once again. "Please, don't be shy with me. I think we've been through too much to play that game with each other."
He sat down, his knees practically knocking together. "You're right," he said, his voice shaking a bit. "I just can't help but think that I'm gonna do something stupid and mess everything up."
He looked so sad and child-like for a moment. "What on Earth do you think you can mess up?"
Edward waved at the space between us and then pointed at the bump. "This... us… me, you, and the baby. I don't want to mess up what we have because I'm not actually sure what exactly it is that we have."
Oh... oh... oh. He had only just realized that after months of practically living together as a sort of couple – after months of his doting and caring and attending appointments with me – we'd never really defined what exactly we were to one another. Of course, I thought of him as my boyfriend, and Edward had introduced me to his friends as his girlfriend, but that was about as far as it had gone.
I waited with bated breath for what he was to say next. "I'm scared of getting in too deep with you if this isn't what you want."
Oh, Edward... you really are clueless...
"Tell me what you want, Edward, and then I'll tell you what I think," I whispered to him as my hands moved to cup his cheeks gently.
Edward swallowed deeply and closed his eyes before he took a breath. His tongue darted out and wet his lips. "I... I want you, Bella… all of you. I want to be a real family and not just our baby's father. I want to be there for you in more ways than that. I want... you."
And in a nutshell, he'd said the words that I'd been dreaming about.
It must have taken me a while to respond because he pulled away from me and grabbed at his hair, starting to tug at the messy locks. "Shit, I should have never said it; forget I said anything. I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"Edward."
"Seriously, anything you want; don't worry about me, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Edward."
"No, please don't, Bella."
Oh, my Lord, I wanted to grab him by the throat and slap some sense into him."Edward, stop; you're going to pull your hair out." I stilled his hands. "Edward, I want you, too. I want all of that. I want to wake up in your arms every morning. I want you to play daddy, of course I do, but I also want to belong to you in every way possible."
"You do?"
His eyes met mine again, and they were wide and a little glassy, like he was about to cry.
"Of course. I've felt this way for some time now." I tried to reassure him. He laced our fingers together.
"Really?"
I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder. "Yes, really. Don't doubt what you do to me, Edward. I-I want to be with you."
He gulped again and smiled. "I want to be with you, too. Bella... I love you."
I gasped at his admission and held onto him tighter. "Oh... Edward, me, too... I mean, I love you, too. I have for so long now."
"Then why didn't you... you should have told me..."
"You should have told me, too. I didn't want to scare you away; I felt like I was always pushing you and making the moves and that you weren't interested in me anymore. I want you here with me, Edward. End the lease on your apartment and live here with me."
Before I even knew it, his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard, and his hands moved onto the bed, around my expanded waist. Sure, my huge baby gut got in the way, but he managed to maneuver around it so he could deepen the kiss. I pulled him closer, dragging him up and onto the bed with me.
He made sure to not put his weight on my stomach as he climbed on top of me. He hovered there, staring down into my eyes. It couldn't have been comfortable for him, so I pushed him onto his side and rolled with him. He nuzzled my nose sweetly and kissed the corner of my mouth. "I love you," he whispered again and then grinned. "I've never said that to anyone before."
"Me either," I told him. Sure, I'd been in relationships, but I'd never truly loved another person in the way that I loved and wanted Edward.
We stared at each other for several long moments, both breathing hard, either from our heated kisses or our sudden admission of our feelings for one another. I wasn't sure which; I only knew that I was horny as hell and wanted him right then and there.
"Are you going to make a move on me now, Mr. Cullen?" I asked, as I tugged on the hem of his faded t-shirt. I was just dying for him to expose his perfectly sculpted chest and toned stomach to me. Behind the geeky mask and exterior was the hottest man on the planet. I wanted to kiss and suck and memorize every single, sexy inch of his amazing body – after I'd had him inside of me a few times – because, let's face it, I needed a decent orgasm to feel half human again.
Edward smiled and raised himself off the bed momentarily to pull his shirt over his head. It quickly landed on the floor at the foot of the bed. I decided then and there that when he moved into the house permanently – or officially, whichever we called it – that one of the house rules would be that at all times, Edward would remain shirtless, just so that I could ogle and stare at his awesomeness and gorgeousness.
Of course, that might be a bit awkward when my mother came to visit after the sprout had joined the world. Then again, I thought she might enjoy it, too.
I was practically writhing on the bed, I was so turned on by this point. The fight had only heightened my awareness of Edward, and I also decided that make-up sex needed to be practiced in our house at least several times per week. Maybe just the make-up sex part though, because during our fight, and my over-reacting and hormonal screeching, he looked like I'd run over his puppy, and it wasn't a good look for Edward. So, yeah, perhaps just the make-up sex part.
When his roughened fingertips slid up under the flowing gauze of my nightie, I about died of pleasure. He palmed the big guns, and the girls stood up immediately, thanks to the warmth seeping from his skin into mine. I moaned, trying very hard to get the sound just right this time so that Edward wouldn't think I was about to give birth. When he pressed down, my boobs squished out from his hands and up under my chin, causing me to laugh.
"What?" Edward asked worriedly.
I laughed again. "Nothing. But you can't tell me that I'm not a funny sight right now with these monsters practically choking me."
His green eyes smoldered as he stared at me in all of my pregnant glory. "Bella, I'm finding it hard to find anything funny right now," he replied, his breathing ragged. "I'm actually trying to keep myself in control and make you feel good, rather than just flipping you over and fucking you like a caveman."
Holy... crow... And so, the tables had turned. It was my turn to shut the hell up and gawk at him. Those were some of the filthiest things I'd ever heard to come out of Edward Cullen's mouth, and I loved it!
"So, what's stopping you?" I asked bravely, although the gasping of my voice took some of the impressiveness away.
He leaned down and kissed me softly, but when he pulled away, I saw that his eyes were still dark, smoldering, and hooded. "The only thing that's stopping me is knowing that although I want to have my way with you, I need to make love to you, as well. You are so beautiful right now; you can't comprehend how sexy you are and how much you're turning me on."
I blushed and chewed at my lip while Edward ground his groin into my hip. I could feel him. I could feel how much he wanted me.
"You feel how much I want you?" he whispered, causing me to shiver in pleasure.
I would have paid a million bucks right then to know where the hell his confidence came from.
"I feel it," I whispered. "I'm yours; take me how you want, Edward. Anything is perfect. I want you in every way possible. Don't worry about anything else."
He groaned into my ear, and his warm breath on my skin caused me to shiver. His hands once again roamed across my breasts and to the pretty little ribbon in the center – the same one on which I'd spent a good ten minutes perfecting. He pulled gently at it, undoing the front of my nightie. The big guns bounced to freedom. Edward licked his lips as he traced a long finger across my right nipple, which caused it to pucker under his touch. As well as the major increase in size that the pregnancy had gifted me with, I had never expected them to be so sensitive. I swore that I could get a sudden nipple-on just by knowing that his eyes were on me. Edward blew gently, his breath cool as it hit my other nipple. She hardened just like her bestie. The girls were definitely enjoying the attention.
I rubbed my thighs together, knowing that my twenty dollar panties were totally ruined but not caring because they had done the job I'd bought them for, and I'd totally go out and buy another pair... especially if they elicited this type of reaction from Edward every time. Come to think of it, I should probably consider purchasing some stock in Victoria's Secret...
I raked my hands down his chest and made quick work of his button fly jeans. Oh... hell... yes. My boy was going commando, again. God, I loved him so much.
I pushed his jeans down his legs, using my heels when my hands could no longer reach. He quickly wiggled his legs out of the confining pants, and I felt his rigid length press up against my inner thigh. Oh, my God. I was going to combust if he didn't speed things up a bit.
I struggled and sat up slightly as I shed the nightie and let it float to the floor. I then hooked my fingers into my panties and shimmied them down as far as the sprout would allow without me standing up. I was frustrated as the bump on my stomach kept me from getting my arms where I wanted, and the huge bump that was now my ass kept me from moving much. Edward was quick off the mark and pulled them off me. He removed his socks and lay back down on the bed. I crawled up towards him and took my place by his side. I hooked my leg over his, hopefully letting him know that I was ready for him – lovely dovey foreplay was not necessary right at that moment.
We could make love later, but right now, I wanted – no, needed – him to just plain out fuck me. Hard. Or I was going to explode.
"Bella," he groaned. "If you keep moving your leg like that, I'm not gonna make it."
"That's the idea," I said with a throaty moan as I grabbed at his firm ass and pulled him closer to my aching center. I was soaked for him, and I could feel my arousal coating his upper thigh. "Please, just get inside of me. I need you, now."
He groaned in response and slid his hand down my stomach, stopping short of where I wanted him to be.
"Edward," I said through gritted teeth. "Now is not the time."
He laughed softly and trailed his fingers down lower to where I wanted them.
"Don't tease me," I begged, wiggling my butt around, trying to find him so I could take matters into my own hands.
He pecked me quickly on the lips and then sat back on his heels. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes in frustration.
"Well," he started, "I was just wondering how you wanted to do this... so I didn't hurt you. You know... you mentioned o-other ways to... you know."
My loveable dork had returned.
"I don't care," I almost cried. "Just do it already!" I knew that I sounded like a sex-starved lunatic, but basically, that was what I was at the moment.
Edward blushed again. We really needed to work out our intimacy issues, because seriously, Edward was like dynamite in bed once he got going. I watched him as he took hold of his rock solid dick and stroked it a couple of times before moving it to my heat. He barely touched my opening with the head when he licked his lips.
"Bella, turn around. Get on your knees and grab onto the head board." His voice oozed sex as he gently ordered me.
Oh. Holy. Fuck. Oh. God. YES.
As gracefully as I could, I sat up and shifted myself around. I got to my knees and crawled up the length of the bed, and then I leaned over and held onto the wooden headboard as requested. I felt the bed move behind me, and a few seconds later, he joined me again. He began placing pillows and throw cushions from my bedroom couch underneath me so that I could lean on them.
"I thought this would make you more comfortable," he whispered into my ear. I almost came on the spot. Edward ran a finger from my cheek, down my neck and shoulder, and then slowly and very deliberately down my spine, around my butt cheeks, and finally in between my legs. He ran his index finger across my slick folds and circled my clit, which caused me to lean forward and grip the headboard harder.
His hand quickly left me, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. "Shhh," he hushed me. "Please tell me if I hurt you."
I nodded dumbly. At this exact moment, I would have agreed to anything he asked.
I felt him against me, his cock pressed against my ass as one of his hands moved to my hip. I felt him coat himself in my wetness, and I cried out as he moved against me. He was taking far too long – and yes, I was impatient. I wriggled my hips as I urged him closer. He got the hint and pushed himself into me. Oh. My. God. It was tight that way. He'd taken me from behind before but only when we'd been spooning on one of the rare occasions we'd shared morning sex. Doggy style with Edward was incredible.
He stilled when he was half way into me and rubbed at my hips. "You okay, baby?" he asked me, his voice soft and loving.
"Oh, God, yes!" I groaned as I pushed myself closer and finally impaled myself on him the rest of the way. I exhaled sharply when his pelvis was flush with my ass.
His hands skimmed over my back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin. I arched my back and leaned forward onto the pillows. He was so smart… my Edward. The pillows helped a great deal as I leaned my weight onto my arms and moved against him, starting to thrust gently.
With his hands still moving over my back, ass, and hips, Edward met my slow and gentle movements. It wasn't long before I felt the all too familiar tightening in my stomach and the ache between my legs grew stronger. My knees started to feel like jelly, but with the support of my arms and pillows, I knew it was no big deal.
I breathed hard and began to move faster. "Harder, please, Edward. I need you to fuck me harder."
He grunted and obliged my request as he pumped into me with more force than before. His movements became quicker, and his hands held me a little harder. I pulled myself up onto my knees and pulled Edward down with me so that his chest was flush with my back. He braced himself with one hand on the headboard, and we moved together. It had never been this deep, or this intense before. The sound of our skin slapping together when our bodies met was mouth watering.
I was so close. I felt myself start to tighten around him. Edward felt the familiar flutters, and his hand moved from my hip and around to my front. He pressed his fingers onto my clit and began to massage the tight little ball of nerves. I started to whimper and call out his name, but my voice had vanished, and all I could hear was my own breathy whispers. He thrust harder, and I thought that he grunted my name and said that he was about to come. The only thing I could clearly recall was the moment when he pinched my clit hard between his thumb and finger and the whole world exploded around me. I saw stars, stripes, and the whole fucking American flag.
I collapsed onto my side onto the waiting pillows, and Edward fell beside me, spooning me while his still hard cock pulsed within me as he emptied himself. His hands roamed and finally came to rest on my chest.
"Ung... fuck... Edward," I managed. Anything else would have been total gobbledygook.
He panted hard beside me, his fingers trailing absentmindedly over my sweaty skin.
After what seemed like an age, I finally caught my breath. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I knew we both probably should get under the covers. Clean up could wait, I guessed. As though he could read my thoughts, Edward helped me up and shifted some of the pillows to the floor, pulling back the comforter. We slid into the bed together, and I turned around to face him, finally sated and content.
"That was... just..." I was lost for words.
"Incredible?" he whispered.
I nodded. "Yeah. That's one word to describe it... thank you."
"Anytime," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I snuggled into his chest as far as the sprout-bump would allow and closed my eyes.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
I smiled. "I love you, too, Edward."
And I did. I truly did. I knew from that moment on that everything would be fine. Sure, our arrangement was strange – and really, it wasn't an arrangement any longer. We were a couple... we were in love. Edward was no longer my donor, my baby daddy. He was mine, and I was his.
All my dreams were slowly starting to come true. One... by... one.
