Disclaimer: Twilight and all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Also, Hells Angels is a trademarked name that I am not profiting off of. I use it with the upmost respect. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warning: This story has strong language and some lemons *wink*. If those things offend you, this story ain't for you.

Lingo in this chapter that might be useful:

81— refers to Hells Angels. The eighth and first letters of the alphabet are H and A.

Club or MC— motorcycle club

cut—biker vest

patch holders—full members of the club

Red and White—another name for Hells Angels

Scoot—motorcycle

If you're confused over any of terms I use, let me know. I don't live this lifestyle… that's why it's fiction.

The relief I felt flood my system when she crawled into bed with me was short-lived once she rolled onto her side, facing away from me. Fuck that.

EPOV

Light pierced the darkness of the bedroom, forcing my already closed eyes to instinctively clamp tight. Fucking hell.

"Bella," I rasped. "Bella, what the fuck?"

Was she trying to kill me? Did she have to have that fucking light on? I mean, was it so goddamn hard to close the bathroom door?

I rolled over to my other side but it didn't make much of a difference. The light was everywhere and I was up. I huffed and worked my way into a sitting position while rubbing my tired eyes. Getting no answer from Bella, I made my way to the bathroom to find her bent over the toilet.

"Yes!"

Bella pressed a hand to her mouth while leveling me a glare, and she said, "What the hell are you smiling about? This sucks ass, Edward!"

I couldn't hold her pissy attitude against her. Who the hell would be in a good mood after praying to the porcelain god? I made sure to get the smile off my face because I didn't like my girl angry at me, especially if I was already making plans for celebratory sex. It obviously wasn't happening tonight because Bella quickly turned to retch in the toilet bowl again.

I held her hair and rubbed her back all the while trying not to gag on the putrid smell. Not able to withstand it any more, I reached forward and flushed the commode. Nasty as that shit was, it couldn't take away the pure satisfaction that was radiating through me. Operation Baby Cullen was a success.

= ADC =

"You're being ridiculous," Bella huffed.

I watched as she shoveled her cereal into her mouth. This was her third bowl, and I knew that if I pointed it out, she would roll her eyes or probably ask if I was calling her fat. For the past couple of days she had been on the bitchy side mainly because she had a hard time keeping her food down. The morning sickness was a goddamn misnomer.

"I don't think it's ridiculous at all," I said in my most soothing voice. "You don't know how dangerous those chemicals can be. I don't want my pregnant wife to put herself in danger because she wants to develop pictures. Fucking Christ, Bella, they have places and people who can do that for you."

When Bella had told me she went to develop some pictures at a darkroom space she rented out, I flipped out. Sure I believed her when she said she didn't know that she was pregnant when she first used the rented out space, but dammit, she knew now. There was no telling how harmful those chemicals could be toward our kid. Now she wanted to go back? I didn't fucking think so.

"Don't talk to me like that, Edward," she hissed. Ignoring my deep sigh, she said, "I've already decided to drop the colored film off at the store because the chemicals are more advanced, but I'm doing the black and white. It's basic and I'll take all the necessary precautions, but don't you think for one second you can start ordering me around. I don't tell you how to ride your bike, do I?"

"Bella, it's not the same," I groaned.

"Isn't it? You ride without a helmet; isn't that dangerous?"

"Bella, please be reasonable," I begged.

"No! I will not see reason, Edward," she said, stubbornly.

"Fine, but I'm going with you."

"Why?" When she saw my eyebrows shoot up, she quickly said, "Okay, okay. You can go with me, but I want to leave in the next fifteen minutes."

While Bella went to get her shoes, Carlisle made his presence known. The old man was sneaky like that and I sighed at what he probably heard. Bella and I hadn't shared the news with the gang because Bella wanted confirmation from her lady doctor first. I don't know how she thought she could hide the morning sickness—my family wasn't stupid. I saw the looks on their faces whenever Bella rushed to the bathroom.

"I can't keep your mother back forever, you know," he said, opening the fridge.

"Bella wants to make sure first. She doesn't want to get everybody's hopes up."

Carlisle nodded while pouring himself a glass of orange juice. "She reminds me of Esme—feisty as hell and won't take shit off nobody. She's going to make a great mother, Edward."

"Who is?" Marcus said, walking in and heading for the coffee pot.

"Bella," Carlisle answered.

Marcus raised his eyebrows but didn't ask for further explanation. He sipped his coffee before saying, "So, Edward. What are your plans for today?"

I set my dirty bowl into the sink and said, "I'm going with Bella to the studio. She wants to print out a few pictures."

"Great, we can take my truck," he said, refilling his mug. "It's about time I see what the fuss is about. Didy can't stop talking about the pictures she took for Little Frank. Apparently the fucker is going to show us all up on Mother's Day."

The only thing I could do was nod and tell him we were leaving as soon as Bella got her shoes on. What the hell was I going to say, "No, you freak out my wife. So, would you mind staying behind?"

When I made it to the bedroom, Bella was still tying on her Converse, mumbling about a waste of a perfectly good breakfast. I cleared my throat before carefully saying, "Marcus decided to join us today."

Her eyes widened at the news. Although she'd never admit that he intimidated and perhaps scared her a bit, I had no problem doing it. Hell, I knew him my entire life, and the man still spooked the hell out of me.

Bella gave a short nod of the head to let me know she heard me, and I noticed she was taking her frustration out on her shoelaces by giving them harsh yanks during the tying. "Of course he is. My morning just keeps getting better and better," she muttered.

We took Marcus' extended cab into Phoenix to the studio that Bella rented out. The building looked relatively modern, which was good. I didn't want to add asbestos to the list of hazardous shit my girl was inhaling. We climbed out of the cab, but Bella refused to let me carry her messenger bag and portfolio. The closer we got to the building, the more confident she became. Her thrown back shoulders, head held high, and sexy strut, told me she was comfortable in this setting. It was fascinating to watch.

She greeted a few people we passed but didn't stay to chat. We made our way down one of the halls, and Bella reached into her bag for the key to unlock the space that she was using. The room itself was no bigger than 10"x 10". There was a bulky white table lined with film and a few stools to sit on. Bella placed her bags on the floor next to the table, set her portfolio on the table top, and reached under it to flick the switch.

"Here are some of the negatives I have. I was going to print a few before I clear out at the end of the week," she said as Marcus and I leaned over the illuminated table to see her work.

"Creepy," Marcus muttered.

I could only nod my head in agreement because I couldn't have said it better myself. Logically I knew that the darker areas in the film meant light and vice versa for the lighter areas. The faces she captured freaked the hell out of me—black teeth and white eyes.

Bella rolled her eyes and headed for the door on the other side of the room. The slight smell that permeated the building amplified when she opened the door. She wanted to take my baby into that?

Oh, hell no.

"Bella," I said, calling her out of the room. I jerked back at her appearance when she came out. She was wearing a funny looking, clear apron, goggles, and a mask over her face. I still didn't think it was enough protection. Shit, nothing less than a gas mask would be good enough for my girl. Pointing to her get-up, I said, "That's all you're wearing?"

"Relax, Edward," she sighed—fucking sighed. "I'm going to use gloves too, but they're somewhere in the darkroom."

She snatched a strip of film off the table and headed into the darkroom. A little sign lit up, proclaiming that the darkroom was in use and to not open the door. I stood there conflicted. Part of me wanted to give her space and allow her to do something she loved, but another part of me wanted to drag her out of that fucking room and forbid her from stepping foot into another darkroom for the next two years.

"Relax, Edward," Marcus said, clapping me on the back. "Your girl knows what she's doing."

"Yeah, she knows about photography, but she doesn't know shit about being pregnant," I snapped.

Instead of tearing me a new one for my lack of respect, Marcus chuckled and steered me back to the table. "So it's true. Didy, Gail, and Esme have been whispering and speculating, but I thought it was an eager menopausal thing." At my confused look, he laughed and said, "Don't go telling them I said this because it'll likely get my assed chewed out, but women that age are always excited about babies. It's not like their own. They get all of the good stuff like spoiling the kid rotten and none of the bad stuff like looking like the bad guy when it's time to lay down the rules."

I sighed, perched myself on one of the stools next to the table, and said, "Yeah, she's showing signs. Even pissed on one of those little sticks, but we haven't gone to the doctor or anything."

"And is this not something you guys wanted?" he asked, confused.

"Are you kidding? I've been trying to knock her up even before we got married!"

He chuckled and shook his head while flipping through Bella's portfolio. "This is some good stuff." It was true; my girl had an eye for beauty, even in everyday life. Hell, especially in everyday life. "Are these from the barbeque?"

I hopped off the stool and stood next to him, peering at the pictures he was flipping through. I immediately recognized Little Frank because that dude was huge. He had his hands wrapped around the biceps of his two sons, trying to separate them, but whatever he was saying to them wasn't working. The two boys had their legs kicked out trying to land a hit on one another. It was like neither feared the man that many had learned to respect the hard way. That they were so hard to control spoke the level of kindness and love he showed them. "Yeah, Little Frank wanted some pictures for a gift for his wife. Bella took two rolls just for him."

Looking through the picture she developed that day, I knew Marcus wouldn't be worried. These weren't pictures that investigators took before a bust. This was pure artistry.

"Stop," I whispered when he came across a familiar image. It was a side-shot of Esme's tattoo, but more importantly it was a picture of Carlisle placing a kiss on her shoulder, above the inked heart. It wasn't a picture of the biker known as "Doc" of the Fresno's Hells Angels; it was just a man placing a reverent kiss on his wife's shoulder.

It was an action I had seen many times growing up. Very few times had I actually heard him tell my mother that he loved her. I thought it was because he was cold, detached. Seeing this image, seeing it through Bella's eyes, I realized the love Carlisle had for my mother transcends words. Like those three little words weren't enough to express his devotion to her. Seeing the intimate image punched me in the chest, and I had to turn away because I didn't want Marcus to see my eyes water up.

Bella yanked open the door and ran out of the room. When Marcus turned to me, one eyebrow raised, I smiled and said, "Morning sickness."

Ten minutes passed before she returned. She looked a little pale, but before I could suggest we go home, she raised a hand and said, "Not one word."

"Bella, before you go back, I was wondering if I could talk about your work," Marcus said.

Bella cocked her head to the side and slowly said, "Okay."

"How would you like a job?"

"A job?" she asked in disbelief. She approached the table, standing at my side, and a small voice in my head cheered like a fucking girl that she came to me for comfort and support.

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I've been looking at your stuff, and I'm very interested in having you work for me. You see, every year we publish an Angels calendar, but I've been thinking about putting out a magazine. Mainly it would be a travel magazine, the roads and riding of course, but we need pictures. I know the kids enjoy traveling, but would you be interested in receiving a monetary sum in exchange for your work?"

Bella laced her fingers through mine and said, "That depends. I get to pick where I go, right?"

He chuckled and said, "Don't worry; you won't be the only photographer on payroll."

After telling him she would think about it and that it was something she wanted to discuss with me privately, she headed back to the darkroom with a bounce in her step. I knew she would find a way to do it, regardless of what I had to say. She hated that she had to depend on my money, even though I told her not to worry about it. Bella was headstrong and enjoyed a bit of independence. And damn it all, this would offer her that sense of contribution.

"Marcus," I said carefully. "Please tell me you didn't just hire my wife to keep her in your pocket."

He smiled and shook his head before saying, "That may have been it partly, but look at this stuff, Edward. This shit is good, like National Geographic good. Your wife has a nice little side job, we turn a profit with the subscriptions, and with the share that will be donated to certain charities the MC is shown in a good light. It's a win-win for everybody."

"But there is a magazine in the works, right? It's not an idea you just came up with, right?"

I knew I was crossing the line. Marcus wasn't used to people questioning him, but I had to look out for my wife. She was so damned talented, and it would crush her if she found out he devised this whole thing just to keep her under thumb.

Before he could answer me, the door to the darkroom opened and Bella slowly walked out, mask in hand. Her goggles were pushed up to her hairline, and her other hand was pressed against her nose. She whispered my name before collapsing in my arms.

When her hand fell to her side, it revealed the trickle of blood that was coming from her nose. I made quick work of ripping the stupid safety gear that was supposed to protect her while barking instructions for Marcus to dig in her bag for the key to the room to lock up after us. Carrying the precious woman in my arms, I ran out of the building. When we got to his truck, Marcus opened the back doors and helped me into the cab.

I really appreciated that he disregarded the speed limit and rushed to the nearest hospital. I tried rousing Bella by gently shaking her and calling her name, but she was out. I wiped the blood that was drying under her nose but only managed to smear it.

Ten long minutes later, Marcus pulled up to the unloading ER ramp of the Maricopa Medical Center. I rushed inside, Bella in arms, and hauled it to the check-in desk. "Please, my wife needs help."

The nurse at the desk nodded to a nearby orderly. After I laid her out on the gurney he provided, I went to follow but the nurse stopped me, saying, "Sir, I need you to fill out these forms."

"But—"

She cut off my protest by shoving a clipboard in my hands and said, "Sir, the quicker you fill them out, the sooner I can process her. Then you can go back and join her."

I took a seat in the waiting area and started filling out the paperwork, barely recognizing when Marcus joined me. I was lucky that he remembered to grab her bag because her wallet held some of the info I didn't know. When I handed the forms back to the nurse, she prevented me yet again from going after my wife. I knew she was just doing her job, but she was working on my last goddamn nerve. "What?"

She reeled back, stunned at my hostility; but really, what did she fucking expect? Her jaw clenched as she said, "I need to ask a few screening questions, sir." I nodded and she continued. "Does your wife have any medical conditions that the doctors should be aware of?"

"She's healthy, but we're pretty sure she's pregnant."

"And does she have a history of drinking, smoking, or drug use?"

My eyes narrowed when the nurse's eyes quickly darted to Marcus. "No, my wife doesn't do any of those things. If you read the papers you made me fill out, you would know that. You would also know that she was working with chemicals in a darkroom before her nosebleed and collapse."

Another orderly, hearing my raised voice, stepped up to the desk and said, "Is there a problem here?"

"Yes, there's a problem," I said. "I don't appreciate what… Becky here is implying. If there are no more questions, I would like to go join my wife."

"O-Of course, sir. I-I meant no disrespect," Becky sputtered.

Bitch didn't look nearly as cute as my girl when she stumbled over her words.

I signaled to Marcus that I was going to the back, and he held up his cell to let me know he was calling the house to let the family know what was going on. There was no doubt that a few more bikers and their girls would soon be crowding the waiting room.

"You know she's just doing her job, man," the orderly said as he led me back to where they took Bella.

"Bullshit. She saw my friend's tattoos and cut, and she jumped to conclusions." I wasn't being paranoid; I grew up in the lifestyle and knew when people were being judgmental. Sure drugs were associated with the club, but not every patch holder or friend of a patch holder was involved with drugs or gun running. I'd ridden a bike since I was a teenager and not once did I ever use.

I could take those disapproving looks because I was used to them, but Bella didn't deserve to be treated like trash. I had no problem verbally shredding any asshole who suggested she was involved in those things. That included stuck-up bitches like Nurse Becky.

Fuck all of them.

After seeing the emotion behind my words, the orderly raised his hands in defense and said, "Fair enough. Would you like to fill out a complaint?"

"Why?" I asked with a snort. "It's obvious nobody reads the forms I fill out. I just want to see my wife."

He nodded his head in understanding and showed me to a private room. Bella was awake and lying on the bed with tubes taped to her.

"God, baby, you scared the shit out of me," I said, rushing to her side. "Never fucking to that to me again. Do you understand?"

I took her hand in mine, careful of the tubes and wires and placed a kiss on her hand. I sighed softly, feeling her run her fingers through my hair.

"Sorry," she whispered.

I shook my head because she had nothing to be sorry for. It was my fault; I should have never let her go to that damned studio. I knew those chemicals were dangerous. I would buy her a digital camera and she could do all the editing she wanted to do on the computer. Fuck, I'd even buy her a laptop so she could take it with us on the road.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, I'm Dr. Kerby, and I will be your attending today. How are we feeling?"

Bella and I turned to the average looking man in scrubs. He didn't really hold my attention so I turned back to my wife instead of responding like I initially wanted to.

Scared.

Terrified.

Relieved.

Ridiculously protective.

Take your fucking pick, doc.

"I'm a little tired," Bella confessed. "And embarrassed."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," he said. I nodded my head in agreement before kissing her hand again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dr. Kerby flipping through the chart in his hands. I turned my attention back to the doctor, and he looked at the two of us with a smile on his face and said, "Well, we ran the usual tests. Are you aware that you're pregnant?"

Bella smiled sadly and said, "We haven't set up an appointment to confirm it, but yes, we know."

"Alright, well fatigue and nosebleeds are both symptoms of pregnancy in the first trimester."

"So it wasn't the chemicals in the darkroom?" I asked, cutting him off.

Dr. Kerby sighed, crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and said, "I don't believe so. The physician in me wants to stress that safety and precaution are vital in Isabella's current state." Turning his attention to her, he said, "If you don't have to, why take the risk?"

I nodded again. I liked this guy; he knew what he was talking about. Bella on the other hand had a pout on her face and stubbornly tried to push me away when I tried to kiss those plump lips of hers.

Dr. Kerby laughed before turning back to business. "I suggest you get plenty of rest. Set up an appointment with your OB/GYN as soon as possible. We'll get you a list of nondrug remedies for the morning sickness, but in case that doesn't work, I'll also write out a prescription for Zofran. I also suggest a lot of small meals throughout the day. We're going to let you finish that bag," he said, pointing to the IV drip, "and then you're free to go."

= ADC =

We decided to stay a little longer in Arizona. Besides, Jasper's Saxon was taking longer to fix because the guys at the shop had to wait for some of the parts to come in. The guys at Marcus' shop could take their time, and we could spend more time with our friends and family.

As soon as Bella and I had made it back to the emergency room waiting room, she was taken from my arms by the worried women of my family, and I had hardly had a moment alone with her since. Esme, Gail, Didy, Rose, and Alice monopolized my girl's time, and I wasn't happy at all.

It was the day after Bella's hospital visit, and plans were being made for the pregnancy—where we would stay, who her doctor should be, even the fucking name. If I didn't butt into their plans, I had no doubt that Esme would take my place in the delivery room, holding my wife's hand. I love my mother but she's out of her fucking mind if she thought that would happen.

"Did the deals go through?" I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Jenks voice sounded over the speaker, saying, "Yes, sir. There weren't any problems."

"Good, now I want you to looking into the best OB/G—whatever—in each of those states. Let them know that we travel extensively and that they'll be working as a team, all records shared. Money is not a problem, just make it happen."

"No, problem. When did you want this done by?"

Carlisle, who was standing next to me, leaned close to the phone and said, "Jenks, this is Doc." He smiled at the small squeak that came over the line before continuing, "This was to be done yesterday. I got a grandbaby on the way, Jenks, and I want the very best. Is that understood?"

"Y-Y-Yes, sir. I will get right on it. I'll email all the information to your son within the hour, sir," Jenks was quick to say before ending the call.

I gave Carlisle a knowing smirk. Fucker just returned it. I knew there was a time when he and Jenks were on friendlier terms, but he never explained what caused Jenks to become so jumpy.

"Did I just hear that right?"

Carlisle's wide eyes met my own before we turned to face an angry Esme and Bella in the kitchen archway. Bella looked fucking hot when she was pissed off, but I knew that I couldn't use my usual method of easing her anger. At least not with Esme and Carlisle in the same room.

Esme stalked into the kitchen, and despite being smaller than both Carlisle and myself, she managed to make both of us take a step back. Her eyes narrowed and I was relieved she focused on my dad. I loved the man, but when Esme was pissed, it was every man for himself.

"Did you go over our heads and make arrangements for a doctor without consulting Bella or myself?"

"Now, baby, think about it. She will need doctors in not only California but Arizona and Texas, too. I know you gave her the name of the lady doctor you go to in Cali, but she needs to see somebody, now," Carlisle said.

"Well that's not really possible, Carlisle. Most offices won't take on new patients unless…"

Esme didn't finish, and I could tell the moment she realized what Carlisle and I had been up to all afternoon. She gasped before her eyes narrowed at first Carlisle then me. With the way her nostrils were flared, I was sure she was practicing her meditation breathing before taking my head off.

"What?" Bella asked as she stepped further into the kitchen. "Unless what? What did I miss?"

"I can't believe you two," Esme seethed. "Of all the outlandish, presumptuous—"

"Esme, hear us out," Carlisle said, holding his hands up in a calming manner. "The kids need this. It's really for the best."

"WILL SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

My head snapped to Bella and I saw the woman I should have been worried about was my wife. I approached her slowly and said, "Baby, you need to calm down. It's not good for the baby."

She slapped my outreached hand away and spat, "Don't you tell me to fucking calm down. I want to know why Esme is so pissed. What did you two do?"

"My son and husband bought houses in Arizona and, I'm guessing, Texas so you could have a doctor in each state," Esme said softly. Her anger had tempered and I knew she was thinking about the advantages of our actions. She was just pissed because whatever doctor Jenks found wouldn't be her doctor. Esme had a hard time trusting new people and when it came to her children's welfare, trust was a big fucking deal.

"You bought homes without seeing them?" Bella asked, confused.

"I saw a few pictures online," I said, shrugging my shoulder.

"So I could see doctors in the states we visit?" I quickly nodded. Surly she would see the reasoning behind the hasty buy. "Doctors I've never met; hell, doctors I didn't even get to pick out?"

Uh-oh.

"Baby, if you're not happy with them when we meet them, then you can get a referral. I told Jenks we only want the best, and Jenks can make it happen," I said, running a hand up her arm.

"Edward, you don't get it," she said, flinging my arm away. "You can't make big decisions like this without talking to me first. That's not how a marriage is supposed to work."

I watched as she stormed out of the room with my jaw clenched. Talk about hypocrisy. She had no problem making big decisions concerning the pregnancy without me then bit my head off when I did the same. All I did was buy a couple of houses.

= ADC =

I found a spot in front of Marcus' shop and parked my scoot. The guys had already beat me here. I had a headache that spread from my shoulders to my neck and wrapped all the way up to my temples. My goddamn back and shoulders were stiff, and I was not in the mood to deal with Emmett's shit today. If he said the wrong thing or said something too loud, I was going to deck the motherfucker.

Bella—my Bella—kicked me out of bed last night when I tried to apologize. Fuck, it had always worked before. She was still pissed about the house and doctor thing, and when I tried to press my body against hers, she sat up and delivered a sharp smack in the face with her pillow before telling me it was sofa city. There had been no way I'd let the guys see me banished to the couch, so I had manned up and slept on the floor.

I walked straight through the first port where the regular business was conducted, taking in the smell of oil and leather. There was something about the smell of Marcus' shop that made the tension nearly leave my shoulders completely. It reminded me of the times when I was little and tagged along with Carlisle to hang with other members of the 81.

The guys were in a second smaller space in the back that club members used. Half of them knew how to fix their own bikes, so they'd just bring it in to repair themselves. That was how the club worked. Everyone helped out, offered a place to stay, services to use, and an extra helping hand.

Jasper was the first to see me. He was leaning on his cane and slightly jerked his chin up. I knew Alice was making him do those damn physical therapy exercises. Fucker probably didn't even need the cane anymore. I think the asshole got attached to it. It did look pretty bad-ass with a skull for the handle.

Unfortunately, Emmett's greeting wasn't so subdued. "Yo! What took you so long?!"

As soon as I rounded the red, roller metal tool chest, I punched him in the chest and hissed, "Not so loud, fucker."

My hit barely fazed him and by the smirk on his stupid face, I knew the sonofabitch knew I was in the dog house last night. Before we could get into it any further, Carlisle asked, "So when's the appointment."

I shot one last glare at my brother before turning my attention to Carlisle. I knew he was just as excited as Esme was about becoming a grandparent. "It's set for tomorrow morning." Even though Bella was pissed that I went over her head, she was relieved that we wouldn't have to wait until we reached Cali to see a doctor.

We were all standing around watching as Jazz's scoot was being fixed by Alec, another patch holder. Marcus helped mount and hold the new handle bars as Alec fixed it to the bike. He had Jasper climb on the bike to make sure he liked the distance. Jasper's excitement was contagious, and I noticed all of us were grinning at the stupid smile on his face. This was the first time in weeks he had been able to mount his Villain and I knew just the simple act of climbing back in the seat must have felt like heaven to him.

Repairs would only take one more day. We'd been in Arizona for two weeks now. We weren't planning on staying so long, but then the baby stuff happened and we were waiting for a part for the Saxon. Not that Jazz would be able to ride; he still had at least another month and a half of recovery before he was cleared to ride. Alec and Marcus wanted to make sure all of our bikes were all set before we left for Texas. We didn't have any Red and White connections in Texas, so one of our bikes breaking down wouldn't be a good thing.

When we got back to Marcus' place I noticed Bella was still pissed at me. She wasn't giving me the silent treatment, but she wasn't a Chatty Kathy.

I snorted, wondering where the hell I picked up the phrase Chatty Kathy.

All during dinner, it was nothing but one word answers from Bella. Sometimes I was lucky to get a three word response like, "I'm just tired," or "I'm not hungry."

Whoopty fuckin' doo.

I looked at Rose for help but she just arched a brow and smirked at me. Alice wasn't much help either, and I knew she knew why my girl was giving me the cold shoulder. Alice simply gave me a sad smile and shook her head. I didn't feel too bad because neither my brother nor Jasper looked like they knew what was going on, which meant it was probably a chick thing.

After Bella and I left the table, we both headed quietly to our room. Neither of us said anything, and while she was washing up, I looked at the bed. I hoped she didn't expect me to sleep on the floor again. I didn't think my back could take that shit again.

The relief I felt flood my system when she crawled into bed with me was short-lived once she rolled onto her side, facing away from me. Fuck that.

I sighed before pulling her body to mine and saying, "Are you still pissed at me?"

The tension that was in her shoulders left, like the fight just quit her body, and she said, "It's just that I didn't even get to see the houses you bought. If you say that we now share everything, then it would have been nice to get a say in where we live."

I placed an apologetic kiss on her shoulder. "After the doctor's appointment, did you want to go see it?"

"Okay, and the one in Texas?"

"It will be our first stop," I murmured, placing another kiss on her shoulder. I groaned and rocked my hips into her backside. I hated that she shut me out like that, and I really fucking hated not being able to hold her in my arms the night before. "Baby, I need you."

She arched back into me and I took it as my cue to slide my hands into her panties. Bella whimpered as my fingers stroked her slick pussy lips, and I couldn't help the movements of my hips—the rolling need for friction. I sucked on the skin of her neck as I used my middle finger to run circles on her clit. She was panting, hips rocking with mine.

She gave an adorable growl as I pulled my hand away and fished my cock from my boxers. I knew it was cruel to stop just as she was about to come, but dammit I wanted to be inside of her when the pleasure I forced on her seized her body. I wanted to turn her onto her back, but when she whimpered and pressed back into me, I knew she needed me inside of her.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you," I whispered as I lifted her right leg over my own and slid her panties to the side. Both of us groaned as I slid into her. I don't think I'd ever get tired of being inside of Bella. Each time felt so fucking good.

Unlike me, Bella wasn't happy that I stilled after pushing into her. She bucked back into me and said, "Please, please."

I made soothing noises as I started slowly thrusting into her. Bella wrapped her arm around my head, pulling my mouth back to her neck. I happily lapped at her pulse point while my thrusting sped up.

I needed this.

Needed her.

"You feel so fucking good, Bella," I growled, taking her earlobe between my teeth.

"Yes," she hissed.

I used one hand to go back to playing with her sweet pussy while I snaked the other one underneath her body to cup her tit. Just thinking about them swelling because of the pregnancy caused me to deliver a couple of powerful thrusts. When I heard Bella's whimpers, I slowed down. The last thing I wanted was to hurt either her or Baby Cullen. I could be selfish, but I wasn't a complete bastard.

I was close, but I knew she needed an extra push to help her come with me. I sped up the circular motions that I was rubbing on her clit and risked pinching one of her tender nipples. Bella shouted, her body shaking as her climax milked the cum from my balls.

I held her tight as my body came back down and started placing more of those tiny kisses on her shoulder and neck. Not wanting to pull away just yet, I told her how much I loved her and how special she was to me.

When I felt her trying to wiggle out of my grasp, I happily let her go, knowing she would quickly come back to bed. She slowly trudged to the bathroom as I relaxed in the center of the bed. After cleaning-up, Bella returned to the bed but instead of climbing in, she took her pillow and used it to pummel me in the head.

For the second night in a row, my wife—my wife—kicked me out of bed… This time after we'd just made love.

What. The. Fuck.

AN: So have you seen it yet?! I did, twice. The first was seeing the entire Saga in one sitting up to the premiere. Almost twelve hours in the movie theater, folks. Some of my "friends" have questioned my sanity.

I know, I know. Helluvabell, where have you been? The answer is Scotland! I'm spending the semester studying abroad and I haven't had much time to write fanfic. On top of that it's NaNoWriMo and I thought I'd have a go at that. I'm behind, folks. The novel I have cooking in my noggin will not be finished within the month. I really didn't mean to keep you guys hanging, and I don't know how often I'll be updating. (But it's only for the semester.)

'Til next time. Oh! And leave me love; it makes my day!