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Most characters belong to S. Meyer.

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes

MONTH 6: NOVEMBER – GROWING FEET, STRETCH MARKS, ELECTIONS AND WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WIFE'S LONG LOST LIBIDO RETURNS WITH A VENGEANCE. (HINT: JUST GO WITH IT).

The vomiting has finally stopped.

The book says most women's morning sickness ends in the first trimester or early in the second. Bella's lasted over six months, but for the past week or so, she hasn't thrown up one single time. She tells me this is around the time it stopped with Ellie as well. She tells me that a lot of things changed around the six month mark last time.

All I can say is, thank God. This deviation from the book really threw me. With three months still left, hopefully we can get back on track now, so I can know what to expect.

OOOOOOOOOO

As a show of bipartisanship and the true hope that once this election is over, my opponent for the Governor's seat and I will work together to serve the people of this state regardless of who wins, I ask my staff to organize a dinner a couple of nights before the election, where both me and the current acting New York State Governor, Samuel Velez - who I'm trying to unseat - can reassure the public that regardless of how this election goes, we realize that we're working to serve them.

The night of the dinner, Ellie is staying over my aunt's house because Bella and I will be back late.

I walk out of our closet and into our bedroom, fighting with my bow-tie.

"Bella, Love, can you give me a hand with this damn…thing…"

Bella stands naked in front of the full-length mirror.

She seems to be studying herself while her hands rub her stomach around and around. I drop my own hands from my tie and gaze at her for a few seconds. When I approach her, she gives me a shy, half smile through the mirror before dropping her eyes to her stomach. I wrap my arms around her from behind, lacing our fingers together over her protruding belly.

"Perfect," I murmur in her ear.

She snorts. "Thank you, but you're full of rubbish, dear Husband."

It's been a while since she's called me "dear Husband."

"I'm not," I murmur, kissing behind her ear and on the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. I'm quietly elated by the goose bumps that suddenly rise over her flesh, and the fact that she isn't trying to cover up herself, or squirm out of my arms, or walk away from me, or hide her body from me in any of the multitude of ways she's been doing so for the past few months.

My chin rests on her shoulder while we both gaze at her through the mirror in front of us. "Your body is so beautiful, Bella. Look at you. You're so damn sexy."

"Edward, please!"

"I mean it," I frown, gently massaging her stomach.

She snorts wryly. "My feet have grown about half a size, my ankles as well; I look like I'm carrying a small army in my stomach even though each one of these babies only weighs about a pound and a half. I can no longer see me fanny well enough to groom it properly. My breasts weigh about a stone each, my nipples are darker than my pubes, and as if all that weren't enough, look!" She guides one set of our hands over the side of her belly, where I faintly feel what seems like little lines of indentations. "I'm getting stretch-marks now! I never developed stretch marks with Ellie!"

Despite her complaints, when I skim her skin with my fingers, she arches her body further into me.

"Bella, you and I must be looking through two different mirrors because I see everything pretty differently."

Another snort.

"Can I please tell you what I see?"

Her hesitant look makes me smirk.

I release one of her hands, so that I can run mine down the length of her hair, which is so long now that it covers the top swell of her breasts.

"I see long, thick hair that absolutely radiates." Skimming only my index finger along her breast, I continue. "I see perfectly plump breasts that I'm honestly dying to touch."

My eyes hold her gaze through the mirror. When she smiles slowly, I very carefully and deliberately move both hands just under each breast and then cup them fully. She draws in a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"Bella, open your eyes. I'm not done," I whisper.

When she opens her eyes, they're hooded with a longing I haven't seen in them for far too long. My cock twitches, informing me that it remembers that look as well.

"Your nipples are dark and tempting, and I want to suck on them so badly it hurts."

She sucks in a large gust of air, her breathing now uneven. Her body arches further into me, her head thrown back against my shoulder.

Still tenderly kneading her breasts, I continue, turning her slightly so we can get a side view.

"Look at the perfect curve of your body, of your backside." I let go of one soft breast so that I can skim a finger down the arch of her spine, down to her round ass, which I caress smoothly. Then I turn her forward again to face the mirror, and drop my eyes and other hand to her stomach.

"Yes, Bella, your stomach is growing, but you've got our babies in there. There's honestly nothing I could ever find sexier than that."

She gazes up at me through her long eyelashes, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully before reaching up and sliding one arm behind her and around my neck.

"Edward…do you remember how I told you that…other things changed last time when I hit my sixth month?"

"Yes."

"I'm feeling so hot and randy right now."

I groan quietly. "Jesus, Bella, so am I."

When I skim my mouth across her face, she responds with a low groan, her eyes still gazing at me through the mirror.

"Touch me, Edward."

"Oh, Bella…" I moan. My hands gently mold her full and heavy breasts for a few seconds, but then one starts moving down her stomach again, rubbing it a couple of times before trailing lower still…

All the while, Bella squirms against me while we watch each other through the mirror.

She chuckles with a hint of embarrassment when I reach the soft fuzz between her legs.

"I'm a hairy monster."

"Mm mm," I disagree, shaking my head while my mouth presses kisses all along her neck. "You feel wonderful."

I want to cry happy tears when I find her clit soaking.

She whimpers softly into my neck. "Oh, Edward, yes."

"Is it okay if I feel inside you?" I whisper in her ear.

"God, yes." She weaves her fingers over mine and pushes one of my fingers deep inside.

"Ohh," she whimpers again.

My finger pumps in and out of her while her hips rotate around it. Our eyes are still on each other through the mirror. She's completely naked, and I'm in a crisp white dress shirt and tux pants, my black bow tie hanging loose and forgotten around my neck. Her creamy skin stands out against the black and white of my clothes while her body writhes against mine.

It's the most erotic image I've ever seen.

"Look at us, Bella. Tell me this isn't sexy." I play with her beautiful nipple with my other hand, teasing it with my finger, making her cry out. "Tell me this isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen."

"It is," she cries while her hand guides another one of my fingers between her folds, and she bears down on them, rotating her hips. "God, it is."

She suddenly pulls my fingers out of her and turns herself around. Her chest heaves as she looks up at me and then cups my cock.

"Edward, I don't want your fingers. I need this deep inside me."

It's all I need to hear.

I growl and sweep her off her feet, carrying her to our bed.

"Wait, wait, wait!" she exclaims, sitting up at the edge of the bed after I lay her down. "The dinner begins in forty-five minutes!"

"We're going to be late - very late."

She chuckles, and looks down at herself before gazing back up at me.

"Edward, how are we going to manage this?"

"We'll figure it out," I growl, undoing my pants and fly. When she reaches out and starts helping me with clearly anxious hands I pray and plead silently that whatever has come over her will stick around for the next few weeks – or the next twenty minutes or so at the very least.

My pants are barely down my thighs when without warning she grabs my thighs and wraps her hot mouth around my cock, taking me deep.

"Oh fuck!" I hiss, throwing my head back while my hands cradle her face. "Jesus, Bella."

She moans around her full mouth, and the sound vibrates all around me. I stare up at the ceiling, grunting, seeing white stars while she sucks me in and out of her mouth, one of her hands on my bare thigh while the other cups my balls. The suction she's got going is so tight I can barely breathe. In and out, in and out she takes me while her tongue swirls around inside, licking me from base to tip.

"Edward, I'd forgotten how good you taste."

She's killing me. I swear she's killing me…in the most wonderful way.

But it's been so long, too long since I've had Bella's mouth on me, since my poor dick has felt anything but my own hand wrapped around it. It's threatening to explode at any moment, especially when Bella sounds like she's enjoying it so much herself.

Fighting against instinct, I gently guide her head back, off of mine.

She looks up at me, panting and confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to get inside you before I explode."

She chuckles and begins to lie back, but suddenly hesitates.

"It bothers me to be on my back, Edward."

My dick is throbbing. I've got to think fast before it erupts, so I lie down beside her and then reach for her hands.

"Come here."

She seems hesitant, which is strange because she usually loves to be on top. I see her eyes flash to her stomach, and she bites her lip again.

"What if I'm too heavy?" she whispers.

With a deep sigh borne out of both disbelief at her unnecessary concerns and fear that I may actually come to nothing more than open air, I lift myself up on one shoulder and weave our fingers together.

"Bella, I swear to you that you won't be too heavy. You'll be perfect. So perfect that if I had to choose right now between you riding me and winning the Governor's seat, you riding me would win. Hands down."

A slow, crooked smile lights up her face. Carefully, I guide her, making sure to keep her protruding belly centered.

When she slowly eases over me, taking me inside her, I swear the world stops moving.

"Yeah…" I grin shakily when I'm in all the way, and release the breath I'd been holding. "Yeah…"

She whimpers softly, her eyes heavy and hooded, and then she starts moving, slowly at first, finding a comfortable rhythm.

"You alright?" I manage to ask.

"Mhmm," she says in reassurance. "How about you?"

"Are you kidding me?" I smirk.

Our fingers and hands are laced together, and we hold them up in the air between us while she rocks more confidently with every thrust I give her, while we settle into a perfect flow.

"You remember this, Bella? You remember how much you love this?"

"Yes, Edward," she breathes, throwing her head back, arching her body. "Yes, I remember now…"

"You're not going to forget again, are you?"

"No," she whimpers, shaking her head. "No, Edward. I'll never forget again!"

Despite my need to thrust hard, deep and fast, I take it easy, letting her set the pace. The way she rides me is slow and seductively languid, and I watch as if hypnotized the way her full breasts bounce. They've never quite looked like that before.

"Can I taste them?" I ask, licking my lips.

"Yes," she grins breathlessly. "Yes. Please."

I raise myself up on my elbows while she leans into me slightly, and take a dark, round nipple into my mouth.

"Ohhh," she cries while we move together in our own personal heaven for the next few minutes. Every time she glides forward I suck a nipple into my mouth and she moans. When her rocking picks up speed, when she grinds her hips hard and tight to mine as if trying to impale herself on me, I know she's about to come.

"Edward! Yes, Edward, I'm coming! Oh God, yes! Yes! Yes!"

Those beautiful words and sounds I haven't heard in so long put me over the edge. I grunt and groan loudly, bucking my hips up, releasing months of pent up energy in a few thrusts.

"Bella! Oh, Baby! Fuck, finally! Finally! Yeah!"

I ride out my orgasm, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensation as it subsides and slows…fades…and I can breathe again.

When I open my eyes, Bella is watching me, an amused smirk on her face.

"Bloody hell, you needed that, huh?"

"You have no idea," I grin.

OOOOOOOOOO

We walk into the Waldorf Astoria thirty minutes late – but the shit-eating grin I'm sporting would make one think I'd won the Presidency, never mind a run for governor.

I've got my beautiful – and glowing – wife beside me. She's dressed in a gown that reminds me of the first time I saw her again over two years ago, after seven long years. It's long and red and outlines the shape of her beautiful body, including the swell in front that proudly displays the fact that she's carrying two of my babies in there. Her full breasts fill the top of the gown perfectly.

As soon as we walk in, I'm ready for the dinner to end, so I can take her home and lift up that dress.

But this stupid dinner was my idea, and so we must play the part for a couple of hours, at least.

"Where have you been?" Jasper asks when he finds us. "The Mayor wants to say hi to you, and his wife is anxious to meet Bella."

"We were…delayed." I'll admit my ensuing grin is pretty cocky, and I probably deserve the elbow to the ribs Bella gives me. But hell, I just got laid for the first time in months. I'd say a cocky grin is called for.

"Ow!" I chuckle.

"Uhm…o-kay," Jasper says. "I get the feeling that there's something there I don't want to know. Come on guys, let's go make some rounds."

Bella and I make the rounds, greeting politicians and donors alike. Though we were half an hour late, forty-five minutes into the dinner, Acting Governor Velez still hasn't arrived, and though I know that behind closed doors he can't stand my guts because I'm beating the shit out of him in the polls, he could at least pretend to be graceful in the public eye.

While Bella is speaking to a few journalist friends of hers, I take a quick walk to the bar and have a glass of wine. I'm still reveling in a post-coital high, and a glass of red will definitely enhance that-

"Edward, how are you?"

At the sound of that voice, I take a long and deep drink from my glass, not bothering to turn around. It's been a while since she showed up at my family's house with her supposed "olive branch," which was really nothing more than a veiled threat from her father, the then President of the United States.

It hasn't been long enough.

The red wine drained, I turn around.

She stands there in a simple, yet elegant black dress, her hair up in one of those buns she likes to wear. Deceivingly classy, imitating a woman with integrity, with morals. Despite the disgrace her father lives in now, I wonder how many people she still fools with her innocent act.

"Tanya," I greet her coolly. "What are you doing here?"

She chuckles. "Now what kind of greeting is that for your ex-wife? I remember a time when you'd give me a hug and kiss on the cheek, even if just for show."

"I don't play those games anymore."

"In politics, it's always important to play games, Edward. You know that. You know you should never cut ties with anyone completely because there's always the possibility that you'll need them again. Or has your short time away from office already made you forget the valuable lessons our fathers taught us?"

She makes me snort aloud.

"Seriously, what are you doing here?"

She sighs dramatically before jerking her chin towards something behind me. I turn around.

"I'm here with the acting governor, as his…date for the evening."

I turn back to her with a quirked brow. "Seriously, Tanya?"

"What, are you jealous?"

Now I laugh aloud. "I don't know why it's so difficult for you to simply be honest with yourself and with the public. It's the twenty-first century. No one cares if you're-"

"Oh, how precious! You've turned into a politician who truly believes that honesty is the best policy. Let's see how far that gets you, Edward."

I'm not even going to bother with a response. Instead, I've already turned to leave when I feel her hand wrap around my left bicep.

The sideways glare I give her makes her drop her grip quickly though.

"Where's your lovely wife?"

Despite the sarcasm in her tone, my eyes instinctively scan the room for Bella. I find her a few feet away, watching us steadily as she stands talking to the mayor's wife.

"Oh my God, she's huge!" Tanya howls. "Does she have a whole football team in there?"

The past couple of years, with Bella and my daughter in my life, have had many effects on me. One of which is the fact that it's hammered away at the inscrutable mask, the blank and impassive expression I used to always sport in public. It's no longer possible for me to appear as vacant as I once did.

Which explains why, when I reach for her arm, Tanya takes a step back. She hides her panic well though.

I lean in and hiss in her ear.

"Bella is carrying my children in there. She's doing something that you will never be able to do with any modicum of decency or grace for anyone as long as you continue to be such a lying, manipulative hypocrite. And just so we're clear, if you go anywhere near her tonight, I will make you regret it."

Her eyes are wide when I pull back.

"Get away from me!" she seethes, furtively pulling her arm away.

I grin at her as she storms off. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Ms. Martin, and don't forget to vote!"

OOOOOOOOOO

Later on while we're eating our dinner, Bella leans in and whispers,

"So what was all that with Tanya about?"

With a quiet chuckle, I shake my head and take a bite of my steak.

"Nothing important, Love, just Tanya being Tanya."

She's a little too quiet as she chews over her own steak.

After a couple of minutes, I set my utensils down and angle my entire body towards her, reaching out and placing a palm on her stomach, holding her gaze intently.

"Thank you for being you."

She grins and cradles my jaw in her hand.

We enjoy the rest of our evening, never again bumping into Tanya.

OOOOOOOOOO

Bella and I make love for hours and hours when we get home late that evening.

We make love again early in the morning.

And again when I get home that afternoon.

It took a bit longer than the book claimed, but her libido has returned, and apparently it's returned with a vengeance.

And fuck if I'm complaining.

OOOOOOOOOO

The night before Election Day, Jasper, Jessica, and a few of my closest staff and I are in my home office, taking care of a few last minute items.

I'm on the phone receiving some projections when Bella walks in wrapped in her heavy terry robe and ready for bed because it's extremely late. We're all beyond tired, but this is the culmination of months of work for all of us.

"Edward, can you give me a hand with something in the bedroom?"

"Just a sec, John," I say into the phone before covering the receiver with one hand. "Bella, Love, what are you still doing up? You need to rest, Sweetheart. The book- I mean, the doctor has said you need plenty of sleep now before the babies come." I take my hand off the receiver and return to my call. "Yeah, so how do you see this going over in the long run?"

Bella demands my attention again. "I know I need rest, but there's something I need even more than that, and I need it right now or I won't be able to sleep tonight. Please, Edward."

"Hold on, hold on," I say into the phone, covering the mouth piece once again. "What is it, Love?" I ask my wife, beginning to feel concerned now.

"It's…something I can't reach on my own. I've tried, but I can't. I know you're extremely busy, but…"

Suppressing a sigh because I really am in the middle of a lot of shit right now, I give her a smile and a nod. My wife will always come first.

"John, I'll call you right back." After I hang up, I bark out orders before I leave.

"Jasper, call John back and find out what's going on in Westchester. Jess, I want to add something else to the speech. Bring it back up on the lap top, will you? And Matt, see if we received that info from Albany yet."

I hear varying responses of agreement before I follow my wife out of the office.

As soon as I'm through the bedroom door, I hear it lock behind me.

When I turn around, I'm attacked by a very forceful Bella who crashes herself and her mouth into me – or as much as her bulging stomach will allow.

"Whoa, whoa," I chuckle, holding her hips gently before she tumbles over. "I thought you needed something."

"I do," she breathes. "I need you to make me come. It can be quick. I don't care. I just need it now." She slams her mouth against mine again.

Yes, the sixth month is grand – but it's the night before the elections, and I'm so fucking busy. A fleeting image of me asking her if she'll take a rain check runs through my head.

But as soon as the thought flies in, it flies right back out.

If my pregnant wife needs to come, it's my duty to make that happen.

She opens up her robe and lets it drop to the floor, displaying the fact that she was completely naked underneath all this time.

A slow grin lifts up the corners of my mouth, and we both make quick work of my sweatpants. She pushes me backwards with one palm on my chest and when the back of my knees hit the edge, I fall over and she quickly starts straddling me.

"Whoa, careful there," I say holding her hands and helping her keep her balance through her eagerness. "You are one hot little pregnant woman, aren't you?" I grin salaciously.

"Yes, I am. Now make me come." It's an order, not a request, and I fucking love it.

"I will," I assure her with a chuckle, "but we do need to be fast, Love. I've got people waiting for me in the other room."

"That's fine by me," she agrees, "as long as I come."

Coming has obviously become a priority.

Right before she slides over me, I guide her further forward, past my throbbing cock, past my chest.

"Keep it coming," I groan, grinning crookedly. Holding her balanced, so she doesn't topple, I guide her thighs over my mouth.

As soon as my tongue finds her slick entrance, she starts mewling and whimpering.

"Oh God, yes! Yes, Edward! I needed that. Fuck, exactly that!"

I lick and suck her, holding her hips, so that she doesn't fall while she rocks anxiously over my face.

"Edward! Oh my God, Edward! Edward!"

When she comes, I lap it all up thoroughly, milking every last drop and second of her orgasm, and when her body threatens to go limp over me, I carefully yet firmly guide her over my straining cock and slide myself inside her slick folds.

She's exhausted, having already reached her goal, so I give a few quick thrusts, holding her up and come quick and hard, throwing my head back and hissing.

The whole thing takes less than five minutes - but they're some delicious five minutes.

Bella chuckles when I'm done, and together we help her climb off. I pick her robe off the floor and hand it to her, and she ties it around her while I sit on the bed, still a bit dazed from orgasm-high.

"I'm sorry I pulled you away from your office like that knowing how hectic tonight is for you."

I kiss her soundly on the mouth while I slide back into my sweats. "Are you kidding me? Love, I've got a long night ahead of me. That right there was the best damn energy boost ever."

I wink at her and she giggles, pushing me through the door.

"Alright, now go before they start suspecting what we were doing in here!"

She makes me chuckle. "Love, I'm pretty sure they've got some kind of idea."

OOOOOOOOOO

Acting Governor Velez concedes the election at 8:31 p.m. the following evening. I have almost my entire family around me at the local YMCA that we visited a couple of months ago and have returned to today.

When I walk up to the podium to deliver my acceptance speech, I bring Bella and Elizabeth with me. The crowd goes wild, the cameras go crazy, because yes, there is still a lingering fascination with my family.

While I'm giving my speech, my mind wanders to my father.

He's not here this evening, though we have seen him a few times since the Fourth of July weekend in Oyster Bay. Despite the cautious relationship that still exists between us, something shifted – if only slightly - that weekend. His relationship with Elizabeth continues to grow stronger. He's open with her in a way that I don't remember him ever being with anyone – except perhaps my mother. But he's trying; I can see him trying.

This moment makes me think of him.

He felt it wouldn't be prudent for him to be here tonight, regardless of how things might go, and I did see the logic in that.

"…and despite the differences and difficulties between my father and I in the past couple of years, I want to acknowledge him tonight because when I was a young boy, he taught me the importance of social responsibility, the importance of remembering that we all share one world, and that it's up to every single one of us to leave it better than it was when we arrived here."

That's as much as I'll say about him.

But on my right side, Bella squeezes my hand, and on my left, little Elizabeth squeezes the other, and I know that for the sake of my family, for the sake of the father that I am, and for the sake of the father that I still hope to become, acknowledging him was the right thing to do.

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