Chapter Four: Waves and the Both of Us

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***One Month Later (The Night Before the Wedding)***

BPOV

I tossed one of Edward's Rolling Stones t-shirts and a pair of his black pinstripe boxers into my paisley Betsyville overnight bag Edward had bought me as a birthday gift a year ago along with my ipod filled with songs from Jack's Mannequin ( a current favorite of mine), Something Corporate, The Beatles...just to name a few. I figured the music would ease my frantic mind as I tried to fall asleep tonight.

Rosalie was hosting a small sleepover at her house tonight; against my protests. Both her and Alice bantered me with the old wives' tale on how it was bad luck to see the other before the wedding. Such bullshit, in my not-so-humble opinion. I groaned in frustration as I zipped the bag closed and plopped down on the foot of the bed, wishing Edward was here and not working late at the hospital. We had not seen each other since this morning at breakfast and not being near him most of the day just plain sucked.

I sighed heavily as I thought back on the past month. After some careful thought, Edward and I decided to go ahead and try to get pregnant. This turned out to be, so far, unsuccessful but incredibly fun. We 'practiced' as often as our schedules would allow: in the hospital elevator, in his office, on the Baldwin, on top of the Volvo, in the shower, at the dining room table (that was this morning), and even on his '48 panhandle...that was incredibly sexy. I had stopped taking my pill the night before I asked him if we could have a baby. I cannot tell you how many pregnancy tests or ovulation tests I had taken since then: a couple even being false alarms. I also cannot tell you how many times I cried when the tests would come back false or how I felt that I let Edward down each time I watched him smile sadly at every new pregnancy test. Seeing that one blue line rather than the two always disappointed me.

After a while, I was worried that something was wrong with me. Edward scoffed at this initial reaction; insisting that these things took longer than a month and that the stress of the wedding was just making it harder to conceive. He remained encouraging with each false alarm and always mentioned that we could try some more during our honeymoon. Being that he was a doctor, I started to listen. He would know, after all.

My thoughts came to a halt as Alice beeped the horn on her new 2008 Lexus LX 570 SUV out in our driveway. Jasper thought it'd be best if they got a more 'kid friendly' car before the baby was born. Alice even agreed; her reasoning being that you can fit a car seat into the backseat of a Porsche that easily. I grabbed my bag along with my lime green Jack's Mannequin tote full of hair products, make-up, and other bridal supplies before clicking off our bedroom light and exiting the house. I pouted as I made my way to the car; opening the front passenger door to see a glowing Alice, six months into her pregnancy and looking radiant.

"Turn that frown upside down, Mrs. Cullen! Rosie and I have so many plans for you! Tonight is going to be stellar! This afternoon, I went to the grocery and got loads of junk food and that Dirty Dancing board game! Oh! And Rosie rented all our favorites: Ever After, Rebel Without A Cause, Ed Wood, SLC Punk, State Fair..."

I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm with a slight chuckle before taking my seat and shutting the door, "Alice...breathe."

She groaned as she began backing out onto the road, resting one hand on her belly protectively and the other on the steering wheel. Her eyes remained bonded to the road ahead of her as she began to scold me for spoiling the mood, "Bells...be reasonable. This is your last night as a single woman. You are going to get married tomorrow...you're lucky that your bachelorette party doesn't consist of booze and male erotic dancers, you know."

I laughed gently, "Alice, you are acting as if I'm going to die tomorrow. You don't seem to get it. To me, bachelorette parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn't be more happier to have mine behind me. See? It's a wasted effort. I should be with Edward tonight..."

"Ha! Bella, you can live a night without Edward and his overactive sex drive. Besides, it is bad luck to see the mate before the wedding..."

"Bitch, please. As if that were true."

A silence passed between the two of us for a few minutes. I was afraid that my blunt sarcasm had hurt Alice's already delicate feelings. Just as I was about to apologize to her, she shocked me with an outburst of chiming laughter.

Between giggles, she bellowed out, "...'Bitch, please'?! Boy, you HAVE been hanging out with your Aunt Amanda too much!"

I smirked at the comparison before nodding in agreement, "Yeah...I guess that I have..she and Deb have been coaching me on married life. They both use that phrase a lot in spousal arguments, evidently...usually they get laughed at afterwards."

Alice's laughter continued to rage on for another ten minutes before baby Peter or Charlotte kicked brusquely as if in a silent protest to cease and desist our lewd conduct. We managed to drift into nonchalant conversation about things that had been going on in our lives. Edward and I had decided to keep our attempts to get pregnant a secret until we received that confirmation; especially from Charlie, who has frequently mentioned that getting pregnant before marriage was just plain unacceptable. He often would ramble on and on about this to Edward at our Sunday dinners; unsuccessfully trying to strike fear into him with added references pertaining to guns...

...the Cops Dallas special, the Beatles' Happiness is a Warm Gun on repeat, Gunsmoke's marathon on T.V. Land...

Any other man would take heed to this odd behavior, but Edward found it morbidly amusing.

It took so much painstaking effort not to tell anyone about our plans, especially my best friend. Alice would be tickled pink by the very idea of our babies being so close in age. I could only begin to imagine the play dates that she would plan for them. If Audrey and Charlotte were to come first, it'd be tea parties, fashion runway, and makeovers. If it were E.J. and Peter, it would be trucks, cops and robbers, and possibly Star Wars...a secret obsession of Jasper's that only a handful of people know about. I had only found out about the obsession by error when I found a replica of the Luke Skywalker light saber from Return of the Jedi under his dorm room bed. Now, every time we got ready to part ways, I would whisper in his ear, "May the force be with you."

That pissed him off at first, but over time he let it slide.

My thoughts drifted from one thing to another until we reached Alice's 1927 craftsman style home on Maple Avenue. Jasper's sour cherry red '66 Ford F-100 was not in its usual parking space and Rosalie's 2008 white BMW had taken its place. I looked over at Alice with curiosity.

She flipped the ignition off and turned off the headlights before unbuckling her seat belt. She looked at me and smiled sadly in response to my unspoken question, "I had to make a sacrifice too, you know. Jazz and Em are holding Edward hostage for the night at your house. Now, don't freak. All they plan on doing is watching Jasper's collector's edition of Band of Brothers, playing Resident Evil, and helping Edward around the house so you have a worry-free honeymoon."

I sighed and nodded, "Okay, okay..."

I watched as Alice got out of the car before following suite; grabbing my bags in the process. Alice, even though her middle had expanded double its normal size, still moved with grace and velocity that matched Tinkerbell up the front walkway and through the front door. I carried the bags at a zombie pace, tripping every so often on the cracks between the bricks. Once I was in the house, Alice showed me to the guest room located on the first floor by the back of the house. Rosalie's room was right across from mine. The room had a 1920s shabby chic feel to it: sweet pea pink, summer fruit punch red, spring green, and butter cream yellow was the palette Alice had selected when decorating this room. Cream colored lace curtains framed the windows and a sunny yellow, not too ostentatious, flanked the walls with white trim. The white Ethan Allen queen sized bed was neatly made to five star hotel perfection with its goose feather pillows basked in white Egyptian cotton pillow cases and floral print patch quilt. It was like stepping onto the set of Anne of Green Gables.

I set my bags in the guest closet where my wedding dress, honeymoon suit, veil, and other items for tomorrow were located before heading back out into the living room. Rosalie managed to convince Alice to ditch the Dirty Dancing board game; saying that we should practice my vows while enjoying the 1970s version of The Stepford Wives...how original.

After filling our stomachs with pizza, Fanta orange, and candy, we wrapped up our third and final movie, SLC Punk. By this point it was nearing two o'clock in the morning and I was feeling tired. With the wedding prep starting early in the morning, we decided it was best if we retired for the evening.

We said our good nights before heading to our individual rooms. I quickly stripped out of my faded jeans, Smiths t-shirt, and bra before pulling on Edward's Rolling Stones shirt; skipping his boxers and just leaving my candy apple red lace boy shorts on instead. I allowed myself to drown in his delicious scent before crawling in bed. I laid back against the soft pillows before putting my ear buds from my Ipod in my ear. Scanning through the numerous playlists, I finally decided on Matt Nathanson's Some Mad Hope. The first song from the album to play was, appropriately, "Wedding Dress". The song was depressing as hell, but absolutely beautiful. Before I could even think about tomorrow, I could feel my body drift off into a deep slumber.

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It was dark blue...

Soft lips pressed against the hollow of my ear as the final piano keys of track six on the album 'Everything In Transit' came to a close. I murmured the final lyric as warm hand cupped my naked breast underneath the t-shirt I was wearing. At first, I thought I was dreaming.

Then the hand abandoned my nipples and slid down my body and into my boy shorts. I could feel my lips shape into an "O" as the warm hand cupped my sex protectively for a brief moment before sliding two fingers in between my folds, collecting my fast producing juices. The moan that left my lips had woken me to find that this was not a dream. Someone's lips was pressing to the nape of my neck as someone's fingers had begun to fingerfuck me in a careful method. I turned quickly to find Edward's coy smile meet me.

"Edward Anthony...what are you doing here? How did you get in?"

His grin widened before he gently shushed me. He kissed the corner of my gasping lips as his fingertips rubbed my g-spot, causing me to shake, before murmuring, "Through the window. I missed you and I thought I'd come see you. It cost me $200 to bribe Em into letting me sneak out. Besides...we can't miss a night of practice."

My breaths became staggered as I looked down in the darkness to see Edward's hand work my pussy; stretching the lace of my panties out with his thrusting knuckles. I smiled seductively as I fought back another moan. I bucked my hips in rhythm to Kill Hannah's 'Ten More Minutes With You' as Edward sucked on my shoulder through his t-shirt that I was wearing. It didn't take long for me to cum hard on his fingers. I felt him grin widely against my upper arm as he thrust his fingers into me once more. I shivered as he slid his fingers out of me, pouting some as he pulled away, but I was relieved to see that he was pulling away to get undressed. Once he was naked, he laid back down on his side; his front pressed into my back. I felt his hands skim down my sides to collect the hem of his shirt in his hands and pull it off my body. His hands rubbed my stomach and heaving breasts as I leaned back into him, hesitant.

"What if Alice walks in?" I murmured, nervously looking at the door.

"Well...she can watch...I'm joking! I'm joking...I guess that means you'll have to be quiet, Mrs. Cullen," I giggled and purred lightly as I turned my head to kiss him. "Mrs. Cullen...I love it."

He grinned and nodded, "I know, I do too...now, Mrs. Cullen, let's try to make a gosling." He looked deeply into my eyes before kissing me once more; the ear buds of my Ipod slipped out of my ears, but the music was still audible as Edward's nimble fingers hooked themselves around the damp crotch of my panties and swiftly pulled them down halfway down my legs. Spooning me, Edward finally slid his hard member deep into my wet core as the Beach Boys' "God Only Knows" played lowly. I buried my face into the pillow to stifle a moan as he began to pump in and out of me. His hands cupped my flushed breasts before he allowed his index fingers and thumbs to pinch my nipples into hard peaks. Panting I reached down to take his left hand into mine, bringing it up my lips so I could kiss and suck his fingers as he kissed up and down my upper spine. Once I got his fingers wet, I led his hand back down my body and pressed the two moist fingers to my clit in encouragement. He took the hint and began to rub the aroused bundle of nerves, eliciting a quiet moan from my lips before I stretched my head back to kiss his lips.

Our lovemaking remained steady and slow. We both didn't want it to end because we knew that as soon as it ended, he'd have to head home before Jasper caught on to his and Em's agreement. After twenty minutes, I started to shake as I felt him throb and twitch inside me; tickling my taunt walls that enveloped him. We both rode out our collective orgasm in careful ease.

We held each other in the dark; our breathing and heart rates slowing back down to normalcy as Something Corporate's 'Cavanaugh Park' murmured from the ear buds that were lying between our heads. I leaned forward to kiss him once more, "Thank you for coming."

He grinned, stroking my hair back, "You are welcome. I love you, Bella."

"I love you too, Edward."

He kissed me once more before standing up to get dressed, "I better go...you need to sleep. I'll see you at the altar?"

I leaned up to kiss him again, "I'll be the one in white."

He smiled once more before getting down on his knees at the side of my bed, moving forward to kiss below my still naked naval tenderly. He would do this every time we made love. I blushed as I watched him press his lips to my stomach once more; my hand stroking his matted hair. I felt his lips move as he whispered against my skin.

"Little gosling...if you are in there yet, good night. We love you."

He looked up at me with a boyish smile, "Good night, Mama Goose."

I giggled quietly, "Good night, Papa Goose. Drive carefully please?"

He nodded and kissed my forehead before walking across the room. He looked at me once more before climbing out the window; his Converse landing deftly in Alice's flowerbed. A few seconds later, the Panhead's engine kicked on and I could hear him drive off into the night.

I got dressed into my pajamas again before laying back down. Instead of retreating back to my pillow, I buried my face into his pillow that he used while here and deeply inhaled: cocoanut shampoo and Dior Fahrenheit filled my senses. His heavenly scent had become my lullaby, lulling me slowly into slumber.

As I allowed my eyelids to close, I reached down to rub my lower abdomen; silently hoping Audrey or E.J. was settling in.

"Good night, baby gosling...hope you are here with me."

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