Writing the prologue did jumpstart my muse. Yay! Now, I can fully focus my attention on this sequel. We've heard from Maas and now, we're going to hear from Mobward and his Dolce. As always, this is so not mine. I do not own Edward or Bella. I wish I did, but I'm not Stephenie Meyer.

Now, we're going to pick up where we left off with Mobward and Dolce, preparing for the new baby and the new ventures for the Cullen Consortium.

In regard to the update schedule – I'll be posting on opposite Sundays. Next week, you'll get a teaser. The following week, the update. As of now? I've only gotten ONE chapter written. I need to play catch up, plus work on my two other WIPs (A Modern Day Fairy Tale and Fire of Your Soul, my collab with HeartForTwilight).

Chapter One

Edward

"As you can see, I am in need of a group of men and women who can help me with the protection of my family and distribution of product," said my potential client, Amun Cairo. He was tall, handsome and smooth, but with an underlying current of inherent evil. Normally, I'd feel comfortable with him because I was a man of power and also inherently evil, but everything about the man put me on edge. The difference between the two of us was that I had conscience. Amun did not. "I do not have the man power to do all I need to do, Mr. Cullen. You are a man of amazing resources, all at your fingertips. I would love to go into business with you. Your notoriety? It's limitless."

I read over his proposal, seeing the flaws in his plan. "Thank you for the compliment, Amun and I can see that you are struggling with recruiting men to sell your 'product', Amun. You're in a unique position, that's for certain."

"Agreed, Mr. Cullen. Will you help me? Help my family?" he asked, his teeth blindingly white against his mocha-colored skin. "It would mean the world to me, to my children, to my family."

"I need to discuss this with my men and do some further research before I can commit resources, weaponry and the large army you're requesting," I answered, taking off my glasses. "I'm grateful that you came to me for your needs, but we have to do our due diligence before agreeing to going into business with you." Amun's smile faltered momentarily. I stood up, holding out my hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Amun. I'll be in touch."

"Soon, I hope," he answered, shaking my hand and trying to crush it with his own.

Jasper appeared out of nowhere, escorting Amun out of my office and I sat back down, scowling at his proposal. Amun Cairo dealt with everything that I was morally opposed – drugs, human trafficking and sex slaves. I pushed the proposal away, my nose wrinkled. "I'm guessing we're not going into business with Mr. Creepy?" Jasper asked, sitting down across from me.

"We should check him out, even if to see if he's a potential threat for us," I said. "His home base is in Atlanta, but he's looking to expand up north, to Chicago, New York and west to Los Angeles. He's got a dynamic personality and natural ability to lead but doesn't trust easily. I'm surprised that he even reached out to the consortium. Why didn't he reach out locally first?"

"Maybe because he doesn't have any allies down in Atlanta?" Jasper suggested.

"Possibly. Or, he's so brutal that his reputation is that of a tyrant," I offered.

"I wouldn't put it past him. He sells women," Jasper growled. "What an asshole."

"He's trying to expand too quickly and that's why he needs our help," I said, flipping through his proposal again. "His own men don't trust him. At least, that's what I'm garnering from this report. Why should I send down my men to be killed in this guy's turf war? For something that I don't agree with? Yeah. It's not gonna happen."

"For now, we're doing fine with weaponry and technology. Not as lucrative as in years past, but still kicking ass and taking names," Jasper nodded. "Emmett, though, is expanding the legit business. He's been named one of the rising stars in Chicago for his work in flipping run-down condos and neighborhoods. Jimmy's old place? The hottest spot in Ravenswood. It's like a hipster Mecca."

"That means that my wife is featured, too," I grinned. Emmett provided the capital and Bella was the design eye since my brother was completely color blind. She did that, along with working with human resources for our company. For the consortium? She acted as therapist to men and women in my organization. She'd worked wonders for Felix, who was still reeling from the loss of Demetri in a blitz attack by Royce and Stephan. He's better and is able to be an active member of the team, but he misses his best friend and brother in arms. My loving, compassionate wife helped him cope with that loss. She now had another protector and close friend.

"She is in the article, too," Jasper chuckled. "Your mom bought as many Chicago magazines as she could. Emmett's on the cover! Bella's picture is inside. She looks radiant."

"Of course, she does. She's pregnant with my baby," I smirked. "Is she here today?" I really wanted to see her. I wanted to love up on her and our baby, too. Her bump was so sexy, growing daily with our baby. I was desperate to talk to our child, which made Bella just melt and incredibly turned on. After I had conversations with our baby, Bella would practically attack me and we'd make love. Let me tell you, pregnancy makes Bella so receptive to my affections. I could give her so much pleasure before the baby. Now? She exploded whenever I touched her in a sexual manner, vibrating in need.

"No. She's out with Alice, Lauren and Esme, having a girly day of beauty or some shit," Jasper shrugged. "You've got another meeting, but this one for an investment opportunity. Turn into Mr. CEO and not Mr. Capo."

"Asshat," I grumbled. "Who's coming in?"

"Tyler and Mike, the owners of Bound and Gagged," Jasper replied. I blanched, foggy memories from my bachelor party and abduction assaulting my mind. "Boss?" Jasper asked. He moved to me, crouching on his knees. "Edward?" Things were blurry. I could hear noises, but I was having difficulty breathing and the pain of my torture was in the forefront of my mind. "Come on, Edward, deep breaths. Bells, he's not coming out of it. He looks like he's trapped in some sort of flashback."

"Put me on FaceTime or whatever. He needs to see me," Bella groused. My cell phone was thrust into my hands and I saw Bella's face. Her face was pulled into a concerned grimace. Her espresso eyes swirling with anxiety and her pink lip buried in her teeth. "Hey, Mobward."

"Bella," I choked out. I wanted to touch her. Hold her. I needed to feel her to ground me, bringing me back to the present and not the awful past where I was tortured for an entire day. It was rare that I'd have a flashback. When I did, though, it took me a while to bounce back from it.

"I know you're panicking. I'm too far away or I'd be there," she said, her voice low and soothing. "You're safe. I'm safe. Our baby is safe."

"Baby," I breathed. "Let me see." The phone moved I saw her growing baby bump. "Baby … our baby …"

"You okay, Edward. Deep, slow breaths," Bella asked, her face filling the screen. I blinked again and nodded slowly. I breathed with her until my heart rate slowed and I calmed down, though I was still very jittery. "Why did you have a panic attack?"

"Tyler and Mike are coming in," I whispered. "I didn't know or didn't remember. Angela's replacement while she was on maternity leave? She's not as on-the-ball as Angela was."

"Oh," she said. "Can't you pass along their file to another employee? You don't have to work with them, you know."

"I haven't spoken to them since that night," I frowned. "I know that they blame themselves for what happened …"

"It's not their fault. It's not yours. It's not mine," Bella said softly, but firmly. "The only people to blame are dead. I killed one. Your father killed the other."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Why are you apologizing, Mobward?" Bella quipped, her quiet laugh filtering to my ears. "You have nothing to apologize for. I love you. We're both okay. In a few hours, my toes will be painted, you'll be home and making me squirm as you talk to our little one in my belly."

"I have a lot to tell our bambina," I said, calming even further. "I love you, dolce. I don't know … thank you for talking me out of that panic attack."

"Heaven forbid I have to inject your ass with Ativan like I did with Alice," Bella snorted.

"God damn it, Bella. That's not fucking legal!" Alice growled. I chuckled. "Your wife better not be injecting your hairy ass with anything, Cullen. Both of you … I swear to GOD!"

"His ass is not hairy, Dr. Whitlock," Bella grumbled. She winked at me. "It's perfect."

"I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Cullen," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Meh, I'm pregnant. I'm right. You're perfect, muscular and have a six-pack. I'm jealous. I have a beach ball," she frowned. "Remember when I was skinny? Had curves?"

"You're perfect, cara," I argued. "I plan on showing you how perfect you are when I get home from work. Enjoy your pedicure."

"I will, Mobward. I love you, too," she sang. "Call me if you need me. Okay? That panic attack freaked me out, baby."

"I just … Bound and Gagged," I shrugged. "I'll be okay. I can meet with them, but hell will have to freeze over before I step back into that place."

"Agreed," Bella nodded. "Don't kill them, Edward."

"I won't. I promise," I snorted. "My record's been clean for a year."

"Progress, capo," she smirked. "Be safe and I love you."

"I love you more," I breathed. She pressed her fingers to the phone before ending the call. I did the same, handing the phone back to Jasper. "I apologize, Jas."

"Have you ever talked to Bella about what happened? Or anyone? I've never seen you have a panic attack," Jasper muttered.

"I have moments when I'd get anxious," I shrugged. "Namely when I smell manure, but I don't remember much of that day. I remember the pain from what they did to me. I also remember my father shooting me to end Stephan and seeing Bella. She was what kept me going, Jas. But, obviously, the club is a trigger."

"As are the two owners," Jasper said, giving me a look of concern. "I can get someone else."

"No. I'm fine," I nodded. I scrubbed my face and stood up. "I'm going to get some coffee, a snack and then go to the bathroom before meeting with them. Have them shown into the conference room upon their arrival."

"I'll let Gianna know," Jasper nodded. "And if it becomes too much, you send me a text. Don't put yourself through unnecessary bullshit just to prove you're okay. Clearly, you're not. I had to call your wife to get you back, Boss."

I stood up, buttoning my suit coat and grimacing as my shirt rubbed against my scar between my shoulder blades. "Jasper, I'm fine," I insisted, walking past him. He gave me an incredulous look, arching a brow. "Or, I will be. I just need a few moments."

"Okay, Boss," he whispered. He stayed rooted in my office while I walked to the bathroom.

I could have gone to the private ensuite bathroom inside my office, but I needed air. I needed out of that stifling room. I went to the bathroom, locking the door and allowing myself a few moments to calm down. I looked down at my hands. The glint of my wedding band glittered brightly under the halogen lights, but also emphasized the tremble. I clenched my hands into fists, striding over to the sink and scouring them in too-hot water. I splashed my face, leaning heavily against the quartz countertop. I blinked up, staring at my face. At first glance, I looked fine but my inner-circle. They knew. My eyes were haunted. In my evergreen gaze, that were covered with glasses most of the time due to an injury to my corneas while I was held captive, there was fear.

I never feared anything in my life. I was cold. I was a murderer and I didn't care what happened to me. I had a goal. That goal was to make the Cullen Consortium the best it could be. To maintain control over our holdings. To transition from thugs pedaling drugs and weapons to a dark, but ruthless private army. To bring the Consortium into the twenty-first century and maintain our spot on the top of the food chain, without resorting to selling sex and trafficking people.

I refused to be one of those monsters like Royce or Stephan. The Bratva scurried back to Russia after Royce had been eliminated. The Italians were quaking in the boots when Stephan was removed and the Volturi had been enveloped into our organization. The Irish Mob were aware of the changes in Chicago, but never encroached on our turf. They were dealing with their own inner turmoil with a rival family, unconcerned with my expanding empire. Or rather, trying to stay afloat with their own issues.

"Deep, slow breaths," I whispered, stepping back and wiping my face. I pulled my face into an impassive scowl. I wiped my hands, unlocking the door and walking to the break room. I poured myself a cup of coffee and picked up a muffin. I sat down, sipping my coffee and nibbling my muffin. As I did that, Gianna, Angela's replacement while she was maternity leave, found me. "Yes?"

"Mr. Whitlock told me to tell you that Mr. Crowley and Mr. Newton are waiting for you in the conference room," Gianna said, her eyes looking at me hungrily. Prior to my wife, she'd be a woman I'd try to wine and dine. Now? I tried to limit my time with her. She looked at me like I was a means to an end.

"Thank you, Gianna," I said.

"Mr. Cullen?" she purred. "Would you like to … We could have some fun, Edward."

"I'll be there in a moment," I responded coldly, narrowing my eyes at her. "I'd like to finish my coffee in peace."

"Oh, um, of course," she nodded. "I'll let Mr. Crowley and Mr. Newton that you'll be there shortly."

"And one more comment like that, you'll be out of a job, Gianna. I'm a married man. Do not cross me," I sneered.

"Yes, sir," she squeaked, scurrying away.

Finishing my coffee and sending a text to Emmett, explaining that I'd be firing Gianna, I walked to the conference room. Jasper was talking to Tyler and Mike. They were smiling and holding hands. I walked into the conference room, plastering on a smile. I held out my hand. "It's been too long, gentleman," I said.

"You look good, Mr. Cullen," Mike smirked, shaking my hand. "When we heard that you were …"

"Michael," Tyler snapped. "I apologize, Mr. Cullen."

"No, don't apologize. And it wasn't your fault. I was caught in the middle of a situation, a family rift that came bubbling to a head that night," I explained.

"It may not have been our fault," Mike muttered, "but, we still feel responsible."

"You're not," I said, gesturing to the table and sitting down at head of it. "Please, don't …"

"No, we just wanted to talk to you prior to our meeting, Mr. Cullen. Since that day, we've upped our security. With your brother's help, our club is the safest in the city," Tyler replied.

"From what Emmett told me, the security firm hired was from our new division of our company, Mr. Cullen," Jasper said, arching a brow. I was surprised with that. Our legitimate business and illegal dealings never mixed. Unless, Emmett had hired security guards. "Nothing but the best for our investments, he'd said. While you were recovering, he had some men hired for Bound and Gagged."

"I'm glad that my brother was able to assist you with your security," I breathed, a smile ghosting over my face. "I also hope that you don't take offense in my absence at your club. From the reports, it's quite lucrative."

"We don't blame you, Mr. Cullen," Tyler said. "We closed down for a week while we tried to figure out how …" His dark skin flushed and he threaded his fingers with Mike's. "Your brother helped." He looked at his partner and lover. "However, we have another investment opportunity. With the club, the BDSM community is growing and as I've mentioned before, the education in the community is lacking."

"I remember our conversation," I nodded. "I want to help you." I leaned forward. "Do you have a proposal? A prospectus?"

Mike reached into his leather satchel, sliding a thick packet of paper to me. "We've already researched a location and put in an offer, using profits from the club. We need some assistance to help with the renovations of the building, along with purchasing merchandise for the shop attached with education center for the BDSM community."

"Let me read this over and I'll make my decision by the end of next week," I said, holding up the proposal. "And, for obvious reasons, we'll need to meet here. I'm … I'm struggling with …"

"Totally understood, Mr. Cullen. A few of our waitresses couldn't return after what had happened," Tyler frowned. "We even lost one. She was killed shortly after your abduction."

"W-w-what?" I sputtered. Tyler and Mike shared a look. Jasper blinked to me, his lips pressed into a thin, tight line. This was, obviously, news. "Tell me. What happened?"

"A newer staffer, Charlotte, was found murdered while we were closed," Mike explained. "She was working in the VIP section and after reviewing the security tapes, she was the person who told you that the bathrooms were closed, Mr. Cullen."

"This may sound like an odd request, Mr. Newton, but can we get a copy of her employee file?" Jasper asked, his face friendly, but concerned. His eyes, however, belied his conversational tone. He was beyond angry.

"Of course," Tyler nodded. "I'll have it couriered over …"

"No, I'll have a colleague get it from you," Jasper said. He pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text but nodded quickly. "Seth Clearwater will go with you back to Bound and Gagged and get a copy of the employee file, along with any other information pertaining to this woman, Charlotte. Was there a police investigation?"

"Yeah," Mike nodded. "A detective dropped off a card, asking questions about Charlotte, but he was … there was something shady about him."

"We'll get that, too," I smiled. Seth came into the conference room. He was dressed in a suit and a grim expression. "Tyler Crowley and Mike Newton, this is our associate, Seth Clearwater. He works in our security division and will be following you to the club."

"I think we've met before," Tyler said.

"We did. I came over with Emmett to get the security tapes after Edward was taken from your club," Seth said, an uneasy smile on his face. "Are you parked in the garage?"

"No, we took a cab," Mike answered.

"Well, I'll drive you back to Bound and Gagged," he nodded. He gestured with his hand to the door. Tyler and Mike left the room and once the door was shut, I leaned back, exhausted.

"You handled that better than I would have, Boss," Jasper said, his lips pursed. "I would have told those two men to go fuck themselves."

"It was tempting," I muttered, taking off my glasses and pinching my nose in a vain effort to relieve the pressure building behind my eyes. "But, like I said to them, it wasn't their fault." I got up and rolled my head. "Now, I've got several proposals to read, both legal and not, before going home to my pregnant, horny wife."

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Jasper teased, waggling his brows. "The missus needing your tender, loving care, Daddyward?"

"Fuck off," I snorted, taking the proposal and skulking back to my office, where I remained until I left for home.

xx MOTM:FFF xx

Bella

"I swear, my son or daughter is going to be so freaking spoiled," I deadpanned, carrying up the bags up to the baby's nursery and adjoining playroom. "I cannot believe the amount of crap we've bought today."

"At least, it matches the décor," Esme smirked. "I really wish you'd find out the gender, Bella."

"Not my fault that our little one is shy," I giggled. "I think the nursery looks good. It's gender neutral."

I put the bags onto the white changing table, looking around the room. It was bright and cheery, decorated in a light gray, yellow and white. We needed to finish painting the playroom. Originally, we'd wanted to paint it the same color as the nursery, but I wanted to do it in a buttery yellow color. Begrudgingly, Edward had painted two walls, but the remaining two walls were still grey. It was driving me batshit crazy. His schedule of being a brilliant CEO and respected Mafia Don didn't really leave a lot of time for the tiny things like preparing for our child.

I'm so going to kick his ass. He fucking promised me he'd finish it.

"When's your next appointment?" Esme asked, taking out the artwork we'd purchased for the playroom, along with some new toys and a truckload of books. "Hopefully, your bambina will cooperate. Nonni wants to know if you're having a boy or a girl. If I had to guess, I'm thinking a girl. You're carrying high. Both of my boys were low."

"I swallowed a damned beach ball, Esme. My stomach is compressed against my diaphragm and your grandchild loves to use my bladder as their own personal punching bag," I snorted, rolling my eyes. I yawned, stretching my back and sighing. "Okay, I need a nap. Working part time was probably the smartest thing Edward suggested, but it works when I'm not roaming all over the greater northern part of Illinois searching for perfect baby stuff."

"I promise. No more marathon shopping trips, Bella," Esme said, hugging me and kissing my cheek. "Get some rest. I'll text Edward, asking him to pick up dinner."

"Thank you, Esme. Love you," I grinned, hugging her back. "I know I complain, but I couldn't do this without you. You're everything I've ever wished for in a mom."

"I'm always here for you, sweetheart," she cooed. "Now, go to bed and get some rest. I'll let myself out." She kissed my forehead again, gracefully gliding out of the playroom. I heard her leave. Piling the bags on the changing table, I went into the bedroom and stripped out of my maternity dress. I kept on my panties as I crawled into the bed. I set my alarm for a couple of hours. I wanted to be up when Edward came home.

While I wanted to sleep, my brain refused to shut down. I tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. I was too hot, despite being almost naked. My back was having spasms and our little one was punching the hell out of my bladder, lungs and kidneys. With a grumble, I pulled on a pair of leggings and oversized t-shirt. I tossed my hair back into a messy bun, padding to the nursery and playroom.

Inside, I unpacked the stuff that Esme, Alice, Lauren and I bought from this high-end boutique. I put the clothes into the laundry basket, needing to be washed. I organized the books in the bookcase and arranged the toys inside the toy box and crib. Finishing in the nursery, I leaned the artwork against the dresser and changing table. Edward would need to help me with those. I was fucking determined to finish painting the walls in the playroom. I got the paint, poured it into a tray after I trimmed out the baseboards. I started at the bottom, working my way toward the ceiling, listening to music on Spotify.

As my alarm went off from my nap, I flipped it off and I moved to the ladder, painting closer to the ceiling. I was singing along with the music when I heard a garbled, strangled yell. "Bella!" I turned, seeing Edward inside the playroom. His eyes were wide and making purposeful strides toward me. His grabbed me, lifting me off the ladder. "You could have … You need to be careful. Bella, you could have fallen and something …"

I was awkward and the roller, filled with Lemon Glow paint, rolled up his face. "Oh, God," I laughed. When I saw that, the roller inched down his black, extraordinarily expensive suit. "Mobward … I'm …"

"You painted me," he said flatly, putting me on my feet carefully and removing his glasses. He scowled at me, arching a brow. "Bella, you could have fallen." His left hand rested on my belly. "You're carrying precious cargo, cara." I giggled at him. He looked ridiculous, dressed in a thousand-dollar suit, but his face the color of a lemon. "You're laughing at me, Bella? Really? I find you on a ladder, painting the walls."

"You said that you'd finish this, Edward," I argued.

"I painted two walls this past weekend. I was going to paint the remaining two walls this coming weekend," he growled, scowling at his shoulder. "You got my Prada! Damn it!"

"I'm sorry, Edward. Really, but the unfinished job was driving me crazy," I said. I smirked, running the roller up his arm.

"Isabella Marie Cullen," he said quietly, sounding like an angry mob boss.

"The suit is already ruined," I argued with a shrug. His cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened, taking the roller from my hand. He put it in the tray. Calmly, he took my hand and led me out of the playroom. "Edward? I'm sorry, baby."

Closing the door in our bedroom, he dragged me to the bathroom. He slid the suit coat off his shoulders, tossing it into the bathtub. Half of his face was covered in paint, along with his hair. "Strip, Isabella."

My eyes widened. "Edward?"

"You made a mess of me. You need to clean me," he said, a wolfish grin spreading over his handsome face.

"Shouldn't I strip you?" I asked.

"You will. After you get naked, Mrs. Cullen," he chuckled. "I'm waiting, dolce."

I bit my lip, lifting my t-shirt and tossing it off my body. Edward's eyes swept over me hungrily as I reached behind my back and released my breasts from my bra. Yeah, my tits were ginormous. No more perky boobs. Now? They were the size of watermelons. Not really, but they were larger than from before I was pregnant. I slid off my leggings and panties, resting my hands on my growing belly. I was a little over five and half months pregnant, about to transition into the third trimester.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Bella. It just blows me away that your body is growing our child," he whispered. He crouched down, his hands warm on my stomach. "You behaving for your mommy, little one?" He pressed a kiss to my belly, blinking up at me. His jade-colored eyes were so beautiful, filled with desire and a lot of fucking lust. He stood up, his smile filled with sex and all things dirty. "Take off my clothes, Isabella." He turned on the water of our shower, standing proudly in the middle of the bathroom.

Edward

My wife … God, she was a vision. Her body was glowing as our baby continued to grow inside her. She was still tiny, but her womanly curves were more pronounced. Her hips had spread to accommodate the baby and she obviously had a baby bump, but she was perfection. Womanly perfection.

How did she end up with an old curmudgeon like me?

She bit her lip, moving over to me and tugging on my tie. She slid it through my collar and tossing it onto the bathroom counter. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it from my pants. She eased the fabric over my shoulders, gliding her fingertips along the ridges of my abdomen. I celebrated my thirty-seventh birthday and I was still proud of my six-pack. Jasper, Jacob and Felix, they all kept me on my toes.

Bella blinked up at me, unbuckling my belt and sliding my pants, along with my boxer briefs, over my hips. I stepped out of them, along with my socks and shoes. She took my hand, her finger gliding over my wedding band. I followed her into the shower and she pushed me under the hot spray. I hissed when the water hit my back, but that changed into a moan when Bella's mouth was wrapped around my cock. Fuck. Me. Sideways.

As wonderful as her mouth on my cock felt, I didn't want the mother of my child to be on her knees in a shower. I stopped her and helped her to her feet. "I love your mouth on me, Bella, but not in here and not while you're …" I whispered, grazing my fingers down her belly.

"I like sucking you off, Mobward," she said, her fingers wrapping around my cock and stroking me languidly.

"Don't get me wrong, cara, I love blowjobs. I just …" I whispered, kissing her lips. She whimpered as I deepened the kiss. We made out as Bella gave me a hand job. I moaned against her mouth as I came.

"I would have rather swallowed that, Edward," she quipped, pushing me back under the water. "Now, close your eyes. I've got to wash this yellow shit off your face and hair."

"You got it in my hair?" I grumbled. "Bella …"

"Hush," she said, scrubbing my face with a loofah and tangling her fingers in my hair. She was not gentle, but with the amount of stuff on my face, she really couldn't be. It took three passes of shampoo and conditioner and a combination of her face wash/exfoliator/loofah that got me clean. My face was red from the scrubbing, but no longer the color of limoncello. I picked her up, carrying her out of the shower, much to her protest. "I'm too heavy, Edward. You're going to hurt yourself."

"You're still as light as a feather," I argued, carrying her to our room.

"A two-ton feather," she snorted.

"You're exquisite, Bella. I love you more than words can say and I want to show you. And you're not a two-ton feather," I said as I rolled my eyes, laying her on the bed and kissing her lips. She moaned, pressing her body against mine. She was so warm from the shower and deliciously wet. I slid my hand down her smooth, damp skin and cupped her intimately. Her moans grew louder as her legs spread. I circled my finger over her erect clit, eliciting whimpers and pleas from my sexy wife. Pregnancy had made her so receptive. She was so turned on, coating my fingers with her arousal.

"More, Edward," she pleaded. I kissed her deeply, pushing two fingers inside. She shuddered with an orgasm, her body trembling almost uncontrollably. She pulled back, panting and her body covered in a dewy glow of pleasure. "Fuck … baby, you feel good. I can't believe how much a single touch can …" I grinned against her temple, curling my fingers up inside her. "Shit!" she squeaked. "Don't stop."

"As good as my fingers feel, I want my cock inside," I purred. She nodded and I rolled her on her side. I refused to be on top of her. I didn't want to squish the baby. I slid my fingers out and coated my cock with her juices. She whimpered for more. I positioned my cock at her entrance, easing inside to her warmth. I could feel the pulsations of her body, clenching around me with each heartbeat. "Fuck, Bella. You're squeezing the life out of me, dolce."

"I don't want to do that," she said, grinning as she looked over her shoulder. "I want our baby to know their daddy."

I smiled, covering my mouth with hers as I pumped into her. Her leg was draped over mine and I had full access to her gorgeously bare body. I gently palmed her breasts with one hand and circled her clit with the other as I kissed her, tasting her sweet mouth. Our lovemaking was languid, sensual. For Bella, it was one long, prolonged orgasm. She was writhing with need and her body soaked mine from her continuous climaxes. Groaning against her soft, pliant lips, my cock twitched and filled her with strings of my cum. She was shaking uncontrollably, threading her fingers with mine as she collapsed against my sweaty body.

"I don't know how it happens, but pregnancy sex fucking rocks," Bella giggled, looking at me with a dopey, stoned look. "It's like your cock is filled with unicorn dust, magic and orgasmic particles."

I snorted, arching a brow at her. Did I fuck her stupid? "What did you just say? Unicorn dust?"

"I apologize, but your magical peen just made me dumb," she snickered, rubbing her ass against my deflating cock. "Combined with our offspring gobbling up my brains. I think our baby is part zombie."

"Oh, dolce, the shit you say after sex. It's mind-boggling," I laughed, kissing her neck and getting up.

"Don't go. I want more of your schmexy body," she pouted. Her naked body was flushed and evidence of our lovemaking was leaking onto her thighs. As much as I wanted to bury my head between her legs and taste both of us from the source, I knew that within five minutes, she'd crash. I sat down next to her, brushing her drying hair from her face. "Mobward, I need more of you."

"Cara, I love you, but I'm old," I snickered. "I'm shocked I recovered as quickly to make love to you. Give me a few hours, some food and then we'll go at it like bunnies."

"Promise?" she asked, her voice slurring with exhaustion.

"Always, Bella," I whispered, kissing her soft lips. She hummed contentedly and I pulled away. I ducked into the bathroom, peeing and pulling on a pair of sweats. When I walked out with a washcloth, my beautiful wife was down for the count. I tenderly wiped between her legs before covering her with the sheet. I left a water bottle and a snack on the nightstand before going into the playroom for our baby. Bending down, I picked up the roller with the limoncello-colored paint. With a shake of my head, I got up on the ladder, finishing what I promised.

Anything for my wife … my dolce, mia cara, mi amor.

A/N: And there we have the FIRST full chapter of MOTM:FFF. (And yes, I know it should be MTTM, but author's discretion, ya know?). Anyhow, we heard from Mobward and how's he's faring since his abduction, which happened approximately a year ago. The timeline is this … junior was conceived in late February, early March. That puts us at mid-August, right around the time of when Bella and Edward should have their wedding in the first place.

Now, who's to say if this story will be as bloody, but we'll see. Mobward is dealing with the repercussions of his abduction and PTSD, but it hits him when he least expects it. Pictures from this chapter are on my blog. You can find a link for that on my profile. I'm also on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Twitter, too: tufano79.

Thank you for reading!