AN: Thank you Charmie, who puts a ton of time and energy into this story for me. Thank you for spending so much time on chat with me as I stress over plot and writing.

And Momma, who always seems to make time for me during her super busy day. Thank you!

I just had to rec this fic to you - it is seriously one of the best written stories out there right now : 'Mens Rea - A Guilty Mind' by Forbidden_Fruit. Read it!

There is a chunk of APOV, and I know alot of you just want B or E, but don't skip over it! It's a necessity.


APOV

Bella slipped out of bed before I was awake to get ready to spend the day with Edward. I hardly slept the night before, the nerves wreaking havoc on my stomach in anticipation of Jasper's visit. I had to keep repeating to myself I am not cheating I am not cheating. I am not cheating. But the guilt, I assure you, was extreme.

I lay in bed listening to Bella quietly pick out her clothes for the day. I peaked through sleepy eyes at her naked form, standing in front of the dresser pulling on her panties over her long smooth, silky legs. My eyes lingered on her round, perfect ass, and I wondered if she would consider waiting before getting dressed so I could appreciate the sight a little bit longer. I smiled to myself as she turned to look at her backside in the mirror and patted herself on the ass in approval. That's right, Bella, I approve of those panties too. She then pulled on a pair of jeans and a black skin tight t-shirt, no bra. The smile on her face was gregarious from ear to ear. I wondered to myself what is she so happy about?

I continued to watch her surreptitiously as she pulled her hair into a loose pony tail. With a slight skip in her step, she turned to walk toward me. I closed my eyes in faux sleep as she patted my shoulder.

"Morning, baby," I said sleep still in my voice.

"I'm heading out now, I'll see you later," she said quietly, her face more serious than it was a moment ago. The huge smile that seemed to light up her face was gone and replaced with a forced one. She leaned down and gave my forehead a quick kiss. I reached my arms up to pull her to me, but a moment too late. She was already gone.

I sat up in bed and pouted to myself at the missed opportunity to snuggle up to her in bed, which I really missed lately. I was feeling the distance growing between us more and more in the past several days.

Since I told her of the kiss.

I cringed at the thought of what I had done. I had to make it up to her. Somehow I needed to take us back to where we were before. I just know that when we are actually pregnant, with our baby on the way, things will go back to what we use to have before this kiss and her distance. Our life will be perfect. That's when I decided: I would take her out tonight. It would be romantic and I would show her just how much she means to me. We would get back what we once had.

I took a quick shower and threw on the least flattering outfit I could find. A pair of loose sweatpants that I wore while painting our bedroom last year and a shirt about 3 sizes too big, faded out and holey. I was staring at myself in the mirror, pleased with myself at making sure I was as unattractive as possible when there was a knock on the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Inwardly my heart was speeding at the sight before me, but outwardly I was nonchalant. There was Jasper, looking fine and inviting in a pair of faded jeans and a button down white shirt. The top two buttons were undone allowing a sliver of chest hair to peek out. I trailed my eyes along his body before I realized what I was doing. I forced my eyes to his face quickly, and realized how bad an idea it was to have him here. His blue eyes were hypnotic as the smile on his face reached those amazing orbs.

"Are you going to ogle me all day on the porch, or are you going to invite me in?" he teased, a smirk playing his features.

This man is gonna be the death of me.

I stepped out of the way and fanned my arm out inviting him in. I kept my eyes averted from him as he walked past me and into the foyer.

"For the record," I chided as I shook my head slightly in disagreement. "I was not ogling you."

He let out a laugh as he tucked his hands into his pockets. His eyes drifted to his surroundings, settling on a framed picture on the wall. "This must be her?" he said as he walked to the photo to get a closer look.

I walked to stand next to him and nodded my head. "Yes, that's my Bella." I pressed a finger to her portrait and traced her smiling lips. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes, she is...you have good taste," he breathed, a sense of understanding seemed to seep from his pores. "You two… make a lovely couple."

I smiled at his words and felt a sense of calm for the first time today. I knew then that he understood my sentiments about us being just friends. It was as if he knew I couldn't have him in my life any other way. In that moment, I felt the urge to call her and have her come home to meet him. I couldn't keep this secret friendship from her anymore. It felt wrong, as if I were betraying her. It was tearing me up on the inside, keeping secrets from her. Yet, I didn't feel I could give Jasper up by any means.

His chuckle raised me from my thoughts and I looked at him questioningly. I gave him a playful swat on the stomach. "What's so funny, Jazz?"

"Hey, chillax, my little galoot," he teased, pulling my hands around him, effectively dragging me into a hug as he enclosed me in his arms. "I was just thinking how cute you were being. Staring at the picture of your woman like you're the luckiest woman alive. I find it… frankly I'm a little envious."

I hugged him back until the tingling from his touch invaded my senses. I stared at his chest, which was at my eye level, as I felt the sensations from the touch of his body seep into my skin. What the fuck was that?

I pulled away from him, giving him a slightly nervous grin. "Uh… let me give you the grand tour. By the way, you didn't exactly dress appropriately for playing in mud, buddy. Not cool..." I said a little sarcastically as I turned down the hall. I showed him each individual room, even our bedroom, and had to make a fool out of myself by patting on the bed and saying "This is where all the magic happens." I think I've watched Cribs one too many times, cause I swear that's a line every celebrity uses when they show off their bedroom. The look on his face showed embarrassment and I quickly took us out of that room while trying to change the subject and remove the foot now stuck in my mouth.

I saved my studio for last. The sweet and dusty smell of unfired pottery filled our noses as we sauntered into the room. The pregnant goddess still perched on her shelf waiting for a permanent home, stood out like a beacon; reminder of Bella even in the midst of all the dirt and unfinished works of art. Jasper walked up to the goddess, his expression one of awe.

"Now this is simply breathtaking," he said softly. "I am always amazed how beautiful a woman becomes while pregnant....I bet you can't wait, huh Sugar?"

Jasper seemed to be sincerely interested in my answer. "I can't wait to have a child and experience it all. The miracle of it, but mostly I can't wait to meet my child; see what they will look like. What they will enjoy? Who will they become? It's prolly silly huh?" As I continued my rant Jasper just looked at me with this knowing look in those amazing eyes of his. It seemed as if we had been standing there for hours before I turned around and brought out the clay and we got started.

"Do you want to hand build, or go straight to the pottery wheel?" I asked as I lifted a heavy bag of white clay onto the wedging table, cutting off a small block to work with.

"I would love to try the wheel," his voice sounded increasingly excited and a large smile graced his lips. "I haven't used the wheel since high school, but I know I loved it."

"Ok, I'll wedge this clay while you put on this apron," I threw an apron to him, hitting him directly in the face making me giggle to his mock shock reaction.

My mouth dropped when I looked up to find him taking off his shirt and replacing it with the apron. He shrugged when he saw my reaction. "I don't want to get my shirt dirty," he said with a smirk.

His attention was focused on tying the apron behind his back as I ran my eyes over every muscle, his six pack now covered by a thin stretch of material. I may be taken, but I'm not dead! I'm human after all and that chest was sheer perfection.

I smacked the clay into a round ball, wet the bat on the wheel slightly and slammed the clay into the center. I motioned for him to sit on the stool in front of the wheel and brought him a bucket of water. He needed a little instruction as his strong arms struggled to center the clay.

"It may help if the wheel goes faster," I offered, smiling at the frustrated look on his face.

"Damn, how is it that it looks so much easier than it really is?" he groaned.

"Want some help?" I asked as I giggled at his defiant tone.

"What, are you going to Ghost me like Patrick Swayze?" he teased, a large smile playing on his lips.

"Um, no. I won't be straddling you from behind, smartass. I was thinking more like this." I stood in front of the wheel and placed my hands on his. I firmly pressed the clay as it slickly flowed through our hands. A moment later, it was fully centered. "See, easy as pie."

"Right, about as easy as this," he said taking his mud covered finger and passing it over my cheek leaving behind a long streak.

I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He redirected his attention to the circling clay and continued to make a small cup. He needed no more help, and I wondered to myself if he ever needed my assistance in the first place. We cleaned up the mess and I watched with slight disappointment as he put his shirt back on. I walked him to the door where we stopped and stood in comfortable silence.

"I had a really great time," he said softly as he licked his lips. I reached up and pulled him into a hug. The smooth circles his fingers drew on my lower back felt relaxing and I didn't want the embrace to end. I pushed the thought out of my mind and released him. I said goodbye as he walked out the door. I leaned back against the door after closing it and shut my eyes. I was proud of myself for keeping it to just friends between us. But a part of me wished it didn't have to be that way. A part of me wished I could have just went wild with abandon.

I looked over my muddy face as I stood in the bathroom while the shower warmed. I was a determined woman. Tonight I would show my baby how I felt about her. In the back of my mind I wondered if she was the only person I was trying to prove myself to…

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BPOV

I lay in Edward's arms after we made love for the first time in his bedroom. His breath was hot against my cheek as I snuggled closer to his warm naked body. I ached, but didn't care...getting there was totally worth it. After eating our cold breakfast, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I just couldn't get enough of Edward. I had to feel him all over me, inside me and around me. And he was more than happy to oblige.

His stamina amazed me. He was ready for me again within 10 minutes after he orgasmed. He never seem to get enough of me, nor I him.

I grazed my fingers across his moist bare chest, taking inventory of each groove and muscle. He moaned through his sleep filled haze.

"Again?" he asked, his voice cracking from exhaustion.

I let out a breathy laugh. "Not this time. I may be insatiable, but I'm pretty well satisfied right now." I pressed a kiss to his nipple and smiled into his chest.

"I couldn't get enough of you either," he sighed as he pressed a kiss into my hair.

My cell phone chirped into the silent room and I groaned as I moved away from him. Instantly feeling cold from the lack of his body next to mine.

When will you be home?

I glanced at Edward to find his eyes closed, a smile still playing on his dozing lips. I typed Alice a reply.

Later. Why, what's up?

A moment later her reply rang through.

I have plans for you tonight. Be home by 6.

I closed my phone and set it on the nightstand. I had an urge to cry at the thought of leaving Edward. A part of me wished I could sleep with him all night, and wake up with him in the morning. I wanted to kiss his eyelids as he woke in my arms and wake him to the smell of bacon on the stove as I made him breakfast before he went to work. This may have started as something I assumed to be purely physical, but the more I was with him the more I knew I was wrong.

I glanced at the clock before climbing into the bed and snuggling back into his nook, that empty space between his shoulder, arm and chest. I had an hour before I needed to be home and there was no way I was going to waste any of that time.

When it came for me to leave, I slipped out of his arms softly trying not to wake him. Put my clothes back on and brushed my hair back into a ponytail. I sat on the bed next to him and kissed on his face until his eyes fluttered open.

"I have to go," I whispered into his mouth. I wasn't even gone yet, but I felt the loss of him next to me, and it was seemingly unbearable.

He groaned in disapproval. "Je suis impatient de t'avoir rien qu'à moi et de ne jamais te rendre."

"Are you going to tell me what any of that means?" having no clue what he had said but knowing that everytime he spoke a lick of French, I was putty in his hands.

"You will just have to wait til next weekend to find out, love," he whispered before I pressed my mouth onto his. His tongue massaged my lip and I silently cursed myself for having to leave that behind. I raised my head from him and caressed his face with my hand. He looked back at me with adoration. I feel it too.

I drove home but my mind was elsewhere. I felt like I left my heart somewhere else, and I was driving on a pillow as I floated down the street. My phone rang a familiar ringtone, startling me from my blissful thoughts. It was Edward.

"Miss me already?" I smiled into the phone and felt my face flush. "Some might call you clingy," I teased.

"Call me clingy all you want, I was half asleep when you left," his voice was low and smooth. "If I had been in my right mind, I would have never have let you leave. Or at the very least I would have given you a proper goodbye."

I laughed shyly, my smile so big my cheeks hurt. I was close to home and didn't want to hang up, so I pulled over to a side street with little to no traffic.

"You wouldn't let me leave, huh?" I put the car in park and turned off the motor. "So....what is your definition of a proper goodbye?" I knew I was egging him on, and didn't give a rat's ass, I fucking loved it.

He breathed a heavy sign into the receiver, I could hear him repositioning himself. "I would ask you what your wearing, but I already know. So lets pretend, if you were here with me Bella, what would you be wearing?" I couldn't hold back my giggle at how cliche that question was, and wondering for a moment if I could survive a session of phone sex with Edward Cullen.

"Nothing," I said in the sexiest voice I could manage. "All night long. Tell me Dr. Cullen, What are you wearing?"

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that," he growled, my sore clit twitched at the sound of his voice. It was pure sex. "I'm wearing you Bella. Your smell is all over me. And I get hard at every inhale I take. And the sad thing is, I don't think I'll ever shower again."

I let out a feminine sigh as I felt my panties drench from his words. "Fuck, Edward." Did he have any idea how crazy he was driving me? "I promise you, you can shower and the next time I see you, which will be very soon, I will rub myself over every inch of your body. My scent will saturate you so thoroughly, a weeks worth of showers won't wash it away."

A hiss rang through the phone, telling me he was just as into this as I was. "Damn Bella, where are you? Can you touch yourself for me?"

"I'm parked on the side of the road. But no one is around." I slipped my free hand down the front of my pants and moaned as I made contact with my clit. "Mmmm, Edward." I moaned.

"Are you touching yourself, Bella?" his voice was filled with desire, and I fucking loved the sound of it.

"Mhmmm," I moaned, making sure he could hear my speeding breaths.

"Fuck, Bella. I want you to rub your clit for me. Close your eyes and imagine its me." I followed his orders, closing my eyes and pressed my fingers harder on my clit feeling the familiar tingle of an imminent climax. I drew a breath threw my teeth as. "Yes, let me hear you cum. Nothing compares to the sounds you make when you cum. You are so fucking sexy when you come. Je me caresse la queue pour toi... jouis pour moi bébé."

"Oh... God... Edward..." Cumming with his voice in my ear urging me on was beyond erotic. I threw my head back as I felt my insides quiver with delight.

"Good girl. Next time I see you, I swear to god you better be ready," his voice was horse and so damn sexy. "Cause I'm going to fuck you so hard the very smell of me will drive you into an orgasmic state."

"Too late for that," I cooed. "Go shower, and think of me while you touch yourself. I'll talk to you soon."

"Not soon enough, love....Not soon enough," he sighed as he hung up his phone.

I checked myself in the mirror before starting the car and continuing my drive home. I walked into our house and the smell of roses instantly drowned my senses. The lights were all off and candles lit the walkway, there must have been dozens of candles. I followed the flickering amber lights to our bedroom where I found a trail of rose petals leading from our bed to the bathroom. I followed the trail and found a bath drawn with rose petals floating on top of the water.

"I drew a bath for you," Alice's voice came from behind me. Quiet and seductive, I felt her hands lightly run down my back, finding purchase on the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it up. I raised my arms over my head, hesitantly at first, as she pulled the shirt off of me. I had to fight to keep my hands from covering myself from her view. This didn't feel right to me. I didn't want to do this with her. She turned me around and sifted her fingers through my hair while placing feather light kisses along my jaw. Slowly she lowered her hand to my pants and took them off me along with my panties.

"Get in, I want to pamper you," she whispered into my ear, her breath causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

I shyly dipped my body into the water as my sore muscles sighed in relaxation when the warmth flowed over them. I shut my eyes and leaned against the back of the tub. I shivered when I felt a soapy washcloth rush over my body as she washed away, unknowingly, the traces of Edward from my body. She washed my top half first, then headed down toward the juncture between my thighs. I squeezed my legs closed, alerting her not to go there, hoping she wouldn't notice. She continued down my legs and pulled my feet out of the water, massaging them as she washed them.

When she was done, she stood up and I lifted my hooded eyes to hers. The water bringing sleep dangerously close to claiming me.

"I'll go get you a towel," she whispered, not wanting to speak any louder through the calm atmosphere she created. In a moment she returned with a towel and wrapped it around me as I stood. It was warm, fresh out of the dryer. And oh god the warmth felt so incredibly good.

"I laid out a robe for you. Put it on and meet me at the table." Her voice was smooth and relaxed. I knew this was part of her apology to me. She was making up for kissing another woman. She felt my distance lately, but I felt it coming from her side as well.

I put on a bra and underwear before I wrapped the red silk robe around me and tied the sash around my waist. I met her in the kitchen to find a candle lit dinner waiting for me. Red wine was poured and the plates were already served. I sat down as she pulled a seat out for me. She placed a tender kiss to my neck as she pushed the chair in under me. This was utterly romantic, she had gone to alot of trouble for tonight - to make this evening special.

But did I still have any romantic feelings for her? I questioned myself as we ate dinner in silence. I finished the meal and looked at Alice. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss. Inside, I felt guilt. But who was the guilt for?

A part of me realized, at that moment, the guilt I felt was because I felt like I was betraying Edward!

"What is this all about?" I asked quietly, motioning to all the candles and flower petals.

Her smile fell to a frown as she looked at me with sad eyes. "I wanted to treat you as my girlfriend, my life partner, should be treated." The words made my stomach tremble.

I got up and turned on the light, feeling the need to see her face clearly instead of through the glow of candles. I walked past her studio and noticed a dried on clay handprint on the handle. As though someone was covered in clay when they reached for the handle. The handprint was large, much too big to belong to Alice.

I turned to her and noticed her gaze on the handprint; her eyes looked at me in regret.

"Who was here today?" I asked, my words coming out no louder than a whisper.

She rose from her seat and walked up to me, coming within inches of my face. Her breath was coming fast and hard. I could see her pulse throbbing in her throat from her heart beating so hard. What was she hiding? Or I should say, who?

She muttered one word. And it was one word that set our future in stone.

"Jasper."

"I'm leaving," I breathed. "Thank you for this. But I can't be here right now."

"Where are you going?" she seethed, her hesitancy changing to anger and coming out in waves. "Let me guess. Edward's!" she said through clenched teeth.

I turned away from her and walked to our bedroom, feeling her on my heels.

"Why is it you're over there all the time nowadays?" I pulled on my jeans, then my shirt, ignoring her questions and only succeeding in making her angrier. "What do you do over there? Bake cookies? Knit scarves?"

I turned to her and looked her deep in the eyes before answering her in a malicious tone. "None of your business."

I turned and ran out the door, leaving a fuming Alice pacing our bedroom. I called Edward and told him to meet me elsewhere, in case she chose to follow me to his house.


AN: Next chapter~ E/B's weekend away! And you know what inspires me to write extra E/B goodness? Reviews! Also, reviews get you an exclusive teaser different from the Twilighted forum (which you should visit and say hi, link is in my profile.)

Another fic with baby making as a subject you should totally read is 'Come A Little Closer Baby' by tingermegan68!

Translations:

Je suis impatient de t'avoir rien qu'à moi et de ne jamais te rendre. : I can't wait to have you all to myself and never have to give you back.

Je me caresse la queue pour toi... jouis pour moi bébé : I'm rubbing my cock for you... come for me baby