A/N: Hi! Thank you for reading! I am so sorry it has taken me nearly a year to update. The rest is written and will post soon.

Thanks Ashley and Kelley for pre-reading. Your encouragement means the world to me!

Huge thanks to Mel for betaing so fast! You're awesome!

Any mistakes are all mine. The characters belong to SM.

I decided that this Edward and Bella are the same couple from my other fic Finding Peace. I loved writing not only young Edward, but also that Esme and Carlisle (they'll make an appearance next chapter). It doesn't change anything. It only serves to give you peek into Edward's childhood through Esme's pov.

Chapter 2. The Beginning of Us. When we last left these two they had just found out they are having a baby, decided to get married right away, and were on their way to the airport. This picks up seven months later.

BPOV

I never thought it would be this complicated. How is something so many women do this confusing? I'm starting to understand why my mother jumped from one hobby to another all the time - they suck. This isn't fun. And if I'm thinking like mom, what if I act like her? What if I leave Edward for someone new and abandon our child.

"Hey, Bella. How was your- "

"Don't even fucking ask! I'm a failure, worse actually. I mean, I do have a quilt my mom made me, our kid won't have shit." I can't even look him in the eye. My hands are all tangled in yarn and I'm trying to read this dumbass book and watch a youtube video, to figure out how the hell to make this kid a blanket. And crying, I'm always fucking crying. "Don't!" I put my hand up to stop him from getting any closer.

"I won't touch you or say anything, I promise. I'm getting a shower if you need me." I can hear the pain and hurt in his voice, and know that I put it there. It's my fault he threw his bag down and stormed down the hall. I pull the yarn off my hands, close the laptop, rest my head on the back of the couch, and cry a little harder.

A few minutes after the water shuts off. I go to him.

He's in our bedroom putting on sleep pants when I find him. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind, and kiss my favorite spot in between his shoulder blades. "I'm sorry, Edward. I shouldn't take out my frustration on you."

He hangs his head and takes a deep breath. "No, you shouldn't but I shouldn't get mad at you either. I can't understand exactly how you feel, but I'm trying."

"I know you are. I'm so sorry." Dammit, I'm crying again.

He turns and holds my head against his bare chest. "Shhhh. Sweet girl, you're killing me. I want to see you smile. I want to dry your tears and keep them away."

I take a couple deep breaths and try to calm down. We love each other, and he isn't leaving me. I haven't failed a child that I haven't even given birth to yet. "Would... would you help me try to crochet? Please don't tell me to ask your mom. I love her, but I want to do something on my own for our baby."

"I can try I guess. I'm clueless, though." His nerves are making his voice shake. I've been such a bitch, my own husband is afraid of me.

"I know, honey. I just thought you have done more sewing at the hospital, than I have in my entire lifetime."

He uses his thumb to pull my chin up to see my face and smiles at me. The one that makes the corners of his eyes wrinkle. "Bella, I don't sew. I give people stitches. It's not the same thing."

"I know! It's still a hell of a lot closer than anything I've ever done." I reach up on my tip toes to kiss his chin before walking back to the couch.

He puts his reading glasses on and sits next to me, looking so serious and adorable. I stop myself from crying and hand him the book. I show him what I'm trying to understand, which is basically a bunch of letters and numbers.

He studies the page for a minute and flips to the beginning and then the end of the book. "Here is where you need to start. It's like a key to a map. It tells you what all those letters mean. The number, I assume, is how many times to do what the letters stand for."

"Are you fucking serious?" He nods, looking completely terrified, but like he could bust out laughing any second.

"How did I miss that? Seriously?"

"Well, you are seven months pregnant. And this letter shit is horribly confusing. Why are you doing this again? We can afford a blanket, honest." He has his hands around me resting on my massive belly. His fingers seem twitchy and I know it's because he wants to be touching the rest of me. I've been so tired and miserable lately that sex is the last thing I want.

"My mom made me a blanket that she brought me home from the hospital in. It's made me feel...special and wanted, even after she left. I want our baby to feel that security, to know I always wanted him. To have something from me."

"Oh. Well then, lets do this!" He claps and rubs his palms together, as if we're going to do something exciting. I smile and grab the yarn.

Between the two of us we figure it out, and in an hour I have two rows completed. This kid better not come early or I'll never be done. I sit back and try to get comfortable.

"Why don't you get a bath, so your back relaxes and you can get a good night sleep."

"That sounds so nice."

"I know. Come on. I'll help you to the tub and then get you some pajamas."

"You're too good to me." I reach up, placing my hands on his jaw and kiss him.

"No such thing. Get in there and relax. I'll be back." I start the water and get in. I have to laugh when I realize my belly and boobs will never be under the water, but my back does feel so much better. With my hands on my belly, I lay waiting to feel all the little kicks and shoves the baby gives me when I relax. He moves around for a bit but all my emotions have us both worn out, and I'm already falling asleep.

EPOV

Bella is finally not pissed at me, so I'm taking my time getting her from her bath. Her clothes are ready and her drink of water by the bed. The room is the right temperature, her favorite pillow and blanket are on her side. I love my wife, but I can't wait until she has this kid and is herself again.

We've been together since we were twelve, and there isn't a time in all those years I haven't loved her. Everyday the pull I feel to her is increasing, never once has it waned. We know everything about each other. Every struggle I had with being adopted and all the times Bella cried for her mom that abandoned her — we had the other to hold onto. She's my corner stone - my soft place to land, and I'm hers. In all my life I've never felt so damn lost. I need my Bella.

I walk in the bathroom as quietly as I can to not startle her. The sight before me nearly makes my knees give out. She's perfect.

Her long dark hair floats around her in the tub, framing her beautiful relaxed face. Her hands are folded over her belly, in a way that reminds me how much she cares about our baby, even in her sleep. Her perfectly round full breasts are finally on display. She's been hiding them from me, I swear. She went from attacking me everyday when I got home and wanting sex constantly, to not at all. It sucks. I'm trying to be patient, but seeing her like this makes me think screw patience, take her.

I've heard of guys who are attracted to pregnant women and always found it strange. It makes sense now.

Every curve is rounder, softer, fuller - begging to be touched. She has this excited energy that fills me with pride. It's me that got her pregnant after all. One look at her belly and everyone knows we've had sex, it's like I've branded her as mine.

Her thighs rub together then, begging me to run my hands up them. I reach down and groan as I palm myself. I'm going to need to find an excuse for another shower.

Her eyes flutter open, she looks at my hand and then my face. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and I pray it means she's turned on.

"Bella. You're so beautiful. Please let me touch you. Please."

She nods yes, while keeping her teeth firmly planted in her lip. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I'm so hard it hurts, as I close the distance between us.

I kneel next to her and lean over the side of the tub to kiss her lips. I rub up and down her soft legs in hopes of getting them to open and sigh when they part. I massage her clit and dip my head to capture one of her now hardened nipples with my lips.

Her hands go to my hair, as they always do, and she starts to beg. I love nothing more. I'd rather hear her beg than come. It's proof of how much she wants me.

"Make me come, Edward. Please, please, don't ever stop. So good. Right there. Harder, please. More. Don't stop."

Her legs start to quiver and shake as I push her further. I release her nipples and kiss my way up her neck to her ear. I ask in a whisper, "after I make you come with my fingers, can I make you with my dick? I want you from behind so I can keep feeling every perfect inch of you."

"Hell yes." She grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. She moans and pants into my mouth letting me know she's close. Her legs start to tighten around my hand, but I don't let up until she screams out in pleasure.

I stand up to take my pants off and stack towels on the floor for her to kneel on. Bella's breathing has started to slow back to normal so I help her out if the tub and start to dry her off. She doesn't let me attend to her long before she wraps her hand around my dick and tells me to quit stalling.

God, the power this woman has over me. I nearly came right then. She smirks at me as she kneels on the towels and rests her forearms on the side of the tub for support.

She knows I'm staring, so she shakes her ass and says, "I thought you were making me come again?"

I kneel down, rub her back, and kneed her ass before running the head of my dick across her opening. She's perfectly swollen — soft and ready for me.

I push forward as she pushes back. I could cry it feels so good. Instead, I kiss along her shoulders and massage her breasts. They're so much bigger, fuller, and apparently sensitive, since her pants of "yes" get an octave higher.

I'm trying to go slow and hold back to make this last, but that won't do for Bella tonight. Her hips are moving at a I -missed-this-too-fuck-me-fast speed. It's taking all of my concentration to keep us connected.

Bella mumbles,"stop moving, let me...ahhh." So I stay in place and hold onto her hips as she rides me. It's too good. I reach my arms out and brace myself on the tub to keep from falling over. The sound of skin slapping and our breathing, echos through the room, making me impossibly harder.

"Bella. I can't. Please...slow..."

"No. Touch me. Now," she says before slamming back into me. I reach my hand between her legs and pinch her clit. I'm rewarded by feeling her clench around me and hearing her shriek. I come grunting and trying to hold myself up so I don't hurt her.

I manage to flop onto my back. The cold tile feels surprisingly good. "Are you okay?"

"So much better than okay. But stuck. I can't move." I will my body to sit up and help Bella sit back and onto my lap. I push the hair out of her face and kiss her.

"Thank you. We needed that. Let's get cleaned up and go to bed."

"Yes. Bed. Mmmm can we sleep all curled up together and naked?" She asks like I could say no.

"As long as you let me play with your tits." I chuckle as she back-hands me in the chest as I stand up. "Sorry. They're fun."

"You're such a guy sometimes." I take the opportunity to prove her right and shake my hips and thereby my dick, while wagging my eyebrows at her. She laughs, smacks my ass, and points to the shower.

I love my wife.

BPOV

The baby kicking against Edward's hand, wakes me up in the morning. I wish I could take a picture of us. I'm playing with his hair, since his head is tucked under my chin, snuggled against my boobs. He has one hand under his cheek. The other is spread out on my belly.

I roll just enough to smother him for a second with my chest. His only response is mumbling and pulling me closer. I don't want to waste the last of our childless time together. Soon there will be no cuddling naked all night. There will be crying, feedings, and telling the other it's their turn to get up. I can't wait for us to be parents, but I'm going to miss this, too.

It's all going by so fast. We went from living together in a shitty apartment in the city one week,to being a married suburban couple, expecting our first baby, the next. We haven't changed, other than my crazy hormones, we're still the same people that lived on Ramen noodles and cheap beer. The only real difference being we can afford for me to make us homemade chicken noodle soup now and Edward can buy imported beer. We still put each other first — always. I have hope that we'll never lose site of our humble beginnings. It gives us a special confidence in each other and makes us who we are.

"Don't cry, Bella. I love you even when you're mad all the time," Edward says in a still heavy with sleep voice. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I wipe my eyes and kiss the top of his head. I promise myself to reign in my anger more.

"Good morning, my sweet man."

"Good morning, love. I'll let you up to pee and eat, but other than that we're staying right here today."

"Promise?" I ask with a teary smile.

"Promise," he says with a yawn as he rubs my belly.