Chapter 9

Emmett POV

2 Weeks Later. . .

Five months in and Bella was finally showing. She had the most adorable baby bump ever and I loved the way her ass stuck out a little more than usual and the bottom of her spine curved in.

"You're so sexy," I told her as I stepped into our bathroom and came to stand behind her, placing my hands over my baby.

Her hands came to rest on top of mine and she smiled at me into the mirror. "I know you mean it when I look like I just woke up."

"You did just wake up. And so did I. I look hot, why wouldn't you?" I asked, kissing her neck.

She moaned and pressed her ass into me. "You always look hot though."

"So true," I whispered, making her giggle a little. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now."

"Lock the door," she told me without hesitation.

I smirked and quickly went to do so. It's not like the boys ever came rushing into our bathroom, but you could never be too safe. The guys had yet to walk in on anything serious and we planned on keeping it that way. It was Bella's experience that the image of your parents "coming together" wasn't something you forgot easily.

She was facing me this time when I joined her by the sink again and gave her a kiss. Pulling away, I turned her back around to face the mirror and yanked her panties down her legs. I kissed between her shoulder blades, pushing the straps of her tank top down her arms, getting it below her breasts so they were in view.

She pressed her hands down beside the sink and leaned forward, her long dark hair surrounding her flawless face as she looked at me with complete trust.

I sighed as I slowed down and slipped my boxers off. "My dicks not hitting the baby's head right?" I asked, for the thousandth time in the last two weeks.

She laughed and flipped her hair back as she turned slightly to look at me, "Do we have to have this conversation every time we have sex now?" she asked, sweetness filling her tone. "You're big, Daddy, but it doesn't work that way. The baby's definitely safe from your dick. . . Mommy however, isn't." She told me, biting her lip as her stare became deeper.

"You have a way with words, you know that? I think I'm even more turned on now than a second ago," I groaned, moving my hand between her thighs to feel her sleek wetness.

She moaned and turned back to face the mirror, "Good."

She helped position me and all felt perfect when I was surrounded by her warmth. I loved how we only seemed to be getting closer. Touching her and feeling her was more intense with every day, and I never wanted the feeling to go away.

"Em," she moaned my name, her mouth opening as her breath became uneven. I wrapped an arm over her chest and held her hips to me with my free hand, pressing my whole front against her back.

I slowly moved into her that way, kissing her neck and grabbing a hold of her breast.

She moaned louder and moved her hips back against mine, placing her hand over mine. Her breasts seemed to be getting bigger by the week and were fucking awesome in my opinion.

She complained about her bras not fitting and them being sore, but at least she seemed to like the pain during sex.

"Fuck," I breathed, jerking up into her with a harder, more forceful movement.

She moaned and smiled while biting on her lip, her eyes closed before I told her to watch.

It didn't take long for her to come that way, and I soon followed, holding onto her for dear life. "You're mine," I told her.

She breathed deeply and frowned at the statement that I'd usually make somewhere around the middle of the act when we were being a little more dominant and submissive.

"Just saying," I told her, giving her shoulder another kiss. I saw the way men looked at her. I liked Edward, but did he think I was fucking blind? He'd steal her from me in a heart beat if she was anyone else. Bella would never do that, she was too good of a person.

"Of course I am, baby," she told me, turning to give me a kiss.

I nodded, leaning my forehead against hers. She gave me a small smile and caressed my face. "Let's shower together. I'll wash your hair."

I braced myself against the sink as she went to get the shower ready, and joined her as soon as she was in there.

"So," I began, "are you seriously not gonna come with me to this thing tonight?" I asked.

"No, I mean, I feel like a whale and I have work to do. You and Rosalie will have fun." She told me, "She actually likes those parties. How often do you come across someone like that?"

"Alice," I reminded.

Bella shrugged.

"Come on, Rosalie's been my date to the last two parties. They're starting to write shit about us in magazines. I'm a married man, baby, have you not noticed?" I asked, taking her left hand and feeling my mother's rings—Bella's rings—on her ringer. "It's bad."

"So let them write what they want. I know the truth. I know a man and woman can be friends. You two get along and there's no point in me getting angry or jealous over it. I'm glad you have another date for this stuff. I hate it so much sometimes," she told me, massaging the shampoo into my hair.

I knew she didn't like all the company parties I had to attend and only went because she was expected to be my date. Ever since Rosalie came along, she had lightened the load on Bella. And Bella clearly liked it.

"Okay, fine," I sighed, "I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want."

"Good. I'm looking forward to seeing what story they come up with about you two tomorrow morning," she laughed.

I groaned, hating that the press had turned mine and Rosalie's friendship into some secret love affair.

We didn't speak about it anymore as I helped wash her hair and then we both dried off. I pulled on some boxer briefs and black basketball shorts, heading down to the kitchen to make myself a smoothie.

The boys came down next, and Bella followed, dressed and ready for her day. She gave Aiden a look and then me, "Now you're teaching our son to walk around half naked?" She asked, considering he was in only a pair of shorts too.

"Hey, I don't know who he gets it from. I think Jasper was sporting that look last week or something," I grinned so she'd give into my charm.

Evan laughed from the stool he was sitting on, eating his cereal. I saw Bella give him a wink before speaking to me again, "Okay, Mr. I'm-shirtless-right-now,"

I looked down at my naked chest, "I totally didn't even realize I wasn't wearing one."

"That's because you hardly ever are." She rolled her eyes with a cute smile.

The guys laughed at us and Bella changed the subject, "So what are you doing with Dad today?"

"We're going to get Sam first then we're going to the beach," Aiden told her excitedly.

"Great, we'll watch a movie tonight and I'll make you dinner while Dad's out."

"Cool!"

"Or you could all just come with me," I said hopefully.

Bella gave me a smile but I knew she wasn't falling for it. These parties weren't kid friendly anyway.

Bella POV

Emmett Cheats. . . Again.

I sipped on my orange juice while looking at the magazine cover with amusement. On the cover was a photo of Emmett and Rosalie from one of the more recent events they'd attended together. If they were a couple, they'd really look amazing together. But, I knew a man and woman could be friends, and I trusted my husband. Besides, I loved Rosalie for the fact that she replaced me at these events I honestly never enjoyed going to myself.

I dropped the magazine down on the small table beside my office door, having just walked in through the back since I was the first to arrive to the gallery. Edward would be by soon and we'd spend a few hours at each gallery today going over the new arrangements of artworks.

I decided to work on editing the new photos I'd taken of Emmett and Alice in the desert not long ago. The two of them had such a similar personality that taking photos of them always turned out wonderfully, and of course they were both beautiful and not at all shy.

I frowned, realizing Emmett and Alice also would make a good looking couple. I wasn't the type of person to dwell on the fact that I maybe wasn't on his level, and I didn't have the time, interrupted by one of the workers, letting me know she had arrived and the gallery was open for the day. Also, I had a visitor.

When I went out into the gallery to see who it was, I smiled, seeing Riley. He'd come in a few times and we always had nice chats about art. He wasn't an art major and claimed not to know much, but he was wonderful for conversation and really saw more in the works than most people.

"Morning, Bella," he smiled warmly, shaking my hand.

"So nice you came in, Riley."

"I wasn't sure if you'd be in, but I thought I'd stop by. I'm just on my way to meet a friend. I wanted to give you something. I saw it the other day and it made me think of you. It's really a thank you for helping me purchase my first piece the other week."

"Oh, Riley, it's my job, you didn't have to." I told him, taking the package from him that he was handing me. I found him to be extremely kind and I got a really wonderful feeling from him. Like, if I had a younger brother, he'd be just like Riley.

A couple of weeks back I helped Riley get an amazing deal on a couple of new pieces by one of our new artists. I'd also given him some of my works of the beach because he'd complimented them and shown an interest.

I was lucky enough that I could share my art and not charge if I didn't want to. I loved being able to do so.

"Open it," he told me.

I smiled and did so, unwrapping the paper to reveal a beautiful drawing of a green orchid. "Wow, I love it, thank you so much."

"No problem. I'm glad you like it, it caught my eye, just looks really peaceful, right?"

I nodded, "I definitely see that, yes, thank you again."

"Well, I've really got to get going. See you again soon?"

I nodded, looking forward to it.

Edward and I were having so much fun that I'd lost track of time. We had a lot of work to do, so afterwards, we went out to dinner, having great conversation as usual and this odd flirting thing going on still that I felt extremely bad about liking.

I found it normal to like it though, and flattering. But of course wrong more than anything. I knew I'd never act on it, so I had nothing to worry about. I was only human, it was natural to find other people attractive.

Edward walked me out towards my car beside the restaurant, being a gentleman. As I leaned in for a hug as a thank you for dinner, his lips sweetly met mine and for a second I forgot where I was, who he was, and who I was.

He wasn't Edward. I wasn't Bella. It was just a kiss.

Suddenly, within seconds, I couldn't breath, and quickly pulled back, placing my hand over my stomach and instantly feeling the sharpest guilt of my life.

I did not just kiss him. I knew—thought I knew—myself. I didn't think I had that in me. I didn't want to have it in me.

But I must have kissed him, because that kiss did not taste like Emmett's. It didn't make me feel like I was at home, safe, and loved. I never felt so unlike myself ever before.

"Fuck. . . Shit, I'm sorry Bella, that was by far the biggest asshole move I've ever made," he sighed, placing his hand over his mouth and looking at me with worry.

"I just kissed you," I swallowed, shocked.

He shook his head. "No. I kissed you. You leaned in for a hug and for a minute. . . I wished. Fuck. Please forgive me?"

I didn't know what to say, what to do, or where to go from here. This couldn't be what tore my life apart. I didn't mean for it to happen.

"Oh, god," I breathed. "I'm a horrible person."

"No you're not. I'm a fucking idiot. You're. . . beautiful and you're smart. I can never have the kinds of conversations I have with you with other attractive women. . . I wish you weren't married, and I know that's fucked up. I promised myself I'd respect you and Emmett, I'm sorry I slipped. I'll never do that to you again."

I just watched him, looking probably as guilty as I felt. "I have to go, Edward," I turned away to my car, wanting to escape and just go home. I needed to see Emmett.

"Bella," Edward stopped me.

I sighed and looked up at him.

"I really am sorry. . . Don't tell Emmett."

"Why?"

"Does he deserve to be hurt by a simple slip-up?"

I shook my head and bit my lip. "It's a slip-up for you maybe, but he's my husband. What I just did is a huge deal to me. . . I have to go." I told him again, this time getting into my car without listening to anything else he had to say.

As I drove, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I was carrying my child with me for god sake—Emmett's child.

I hadn't felt so confused in a long, long time, but I knew one thing for sure. Emmett had to know. He had to know that I didn't mean it.

By the time I got home, I was in tears. I headed up stairs to the bedroom, not sure what else to do and too scared to go around the house looking for Emmett.

To my luck, he was in our bathroom. He must have heard me enter because he yelled out, "Hey babe, I'll be right out. The boys are asleep already."

I knew they would be, and that was going to make this a little easier. I didn't want them to overhear what I was about to say.

Still standing in the middle of our bedroom, I saw Emmett emerge, looking beautiful as always. It only made me cry more.

"Hey, hey, Bella, what's wrong?" He quickly rushed over, kissing my forehead and wiping my tears away. "Are you okay, baby? Shit, is there something wrong with the baby?" he asked, quickly putting his hand over my stomach.

I stood there for a second before finally telling him, "The baby's fine."

"What then? Tell me, it's okay," he said, his hand leaving my stomach and wrapping me up in his arms.

"Edward kissed me," I admitted, feeling the tears fall from my eyes.

I was so scared. He'd soon realize I didn't deserve him and my amazing life.

Emmett stepped away from me, his embrace falling, "What?"

"I. . . It was a mistake. I'm so stupid. I didn't mean—"

"You're fucking pregnant, Bella!" He yelled, cutting me off and making me quiet and stare at him. He never yelled at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Fuck!"

The tears slid down my cheeks as his hands came to his face and he rubbed angrily, stepping even further away from me.

"The kids are asleep," I whispered, my breath hitching when he knocked over a lamp and a few framed photos. I'd never seen him do anything like that and it scared the shit out of me. I was half expecting him to hit me, and maybe he would if I wasn't carrying his child.

This wasn't the Emmett I knew. But then again, I wasn't the Bella I thought I knew.

"I don't fucking care, okay? You're the one that just. . . Fuck!"

"Em," I stepped back as he punched a hole through the wall and cursed again. "Please stop? I'm trying to tell you the truth and apologize. Please, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking." It was only a few seconds at the most and I really didn't realize what I was doing, but that didn't lessen anything.

He finally faced me again, anger clear all over his features and the way he stood stiff.

"You kissed him back," he stated.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, swallowing the hurt down. I wanted to explain but I couldn't talk and form the words again.

"Don't," he simply told me. "Don't talk. I can't even look at you right now." And with that statement he walked around me and into the walk-in closet.

I felt like I was shaking. My worst fear in this was that I'd just ruined everything we were. And he was clearly leaving. What if he never came back?

I sat on the bed and cried. He didn't look at me once, a bag in his hand as he walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Breathe everyone, and don't hate me. Stories have rough spots, this one is hitting that spot. Please review and take it easy on me. Thank for reading!