Chapter 11 - It Happened By Chance?

~ 2 Weeks Later ~

It'd been about 2 weeks since Edward and I slept together and I thought everything was fine. But I was 3 days late and still hadn't told Edward. I'm so scared. What if I am pregnant? I can't be a mom at 17. But if I was, Edward should know, it's his responsibility, too. So when we sat down to eat that night, I casually brought it up in conversation.

"I've been feeling weird for...well actually...since we had sex. Like something inside me has changed." I started.

"I already know you could be pregnant. It's okay if you are, we'll handle it. I knew the chance we were taking. I prepared myself for it. We'll take care of this, together." He promised and held my hand. I was shocked, he seemed to be taking this well.

"We're only 17, we can't be parents!" I ground out.

"If we are, we'll handle it. Trust me." He shrugged.

I growled and stormed out of the kitchen, straight into my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I stood at counter and glared at my reflection. I couldn't believe what he was saying. My bathroom door opened.

"Did you purposely try and get me pregnant?" I snapped.

"What? No! I knew the risks involved if we had sex unprotected, sure. But I didn't sleep with you just to knock you up. I'm more respectable than that. Give me some credit." He stood in front of me and pulled me close. "What I mean is, if you are pregnant, it won't be the end of the world." He murmured.

"You promise you'll help me?" I asked.

"Yes, always and forever." He promised.

I wrapped my arms around him. "What would I do without you?"

"Hmm...you'd still be single, a virgin, clueless on how to cook, running the high school back home and, of course, depending on daddy's money for everything." He answered.

"Yeah, you're definitely right." I laughed.

"Bella, if you are pregnant, the baby needs to eat." He pointed out. I nodded and we walked back into the dining room. I sat down and we finished eating.

"Do you miss it?" I asked.

"Miss what, love?" He asked me.

"Being rich, catered to, having everything you've ever wanted." I said.

"Not the money, like I told you, money changes people, it changed me. As far as being waited on, I prefer to be The Caterer Vs. The Catered, and I have everything I've ever wanted or needed with you." He grinned. "How 'bout you? Do you miss it? The lack of privacy, maids, butlers, fancy cars, multiple bank accounts and unlimited cash." He asked.

"Kinda. It's all I knew for 16 ½ years, then I met you, and everything that mattered, just didn't anymore. I'm loving the privacy, the time with you. I'd love to go to that expensive spa in Beverly Hills, though. Their full body massages are to die for." I admitted.

"I could give you a full body massage, if you want. But it might involved some sexual aspects." He warned.

"Heaven forbid, I see you naked. It was such a disappointment, before." I rolled my eyes.

"Very funny. We both know you couldn't stop moaning while I was pounding you." He laughed.

I blushed, he was right. He felt so fucking good. Damn just thinking about that made me wet. "I could barely feel you," I teased.

"Is that supposed to be a dig?" He asked. I bit my lip and nodded. He pulled me onto his lap, roughly.

"You're so lucky, I can't keep my hands off you." He growled and captured my lips in a feverish kiss. Soon our clothes were laying around the dining room and kitchen. He settled me on his lap and guided himself inside me.

"I want you to ride me. Show me how you want to be fucked." He ordered. I did as he asked, riding him, roughly.

"Fuck me harder, baby." He growled, it sounded like he could barely breathe. I obeyed him willingly, going harder, slamming myself onto him. My hands were wrapped around his neck, so I wouldn't fall. I felt powerful, making Edward shout my name, repeatedly. His own name was just a breathy moan, falling from my lips. I felt my stomach tighten and knew I was close.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me." He ordered. Again, I obeyed him. I slammed myself against him, faster and harder, moaning. It wasn't long after, that a bright white light clouded my vision.

"Edward." I whimpered, exhausted.

"Bella." He growled. He held me close, as we came down from our highs. We were still connected and he was hard again. I leaned against him and closed my eyes.

"Thank you, you can fuck me hard, whenever, wherever." He breathed. I couldn't speak so I nodded against his chest. I was spent & weak, but satisfied. The only downside to sex, the exhaustion that followed.

"Why am I so tired?" I asked.

"Fatigue is a symptom of pregnancy," He chuckled and carried me to bed. He was about to leave but I held his wrist.

"Baby, we should get dressed." He laughed.

"No, I want to be naked. Come on." He smirked but climbed into bed, naked. I laid my head on his bare chest and sighed. This was my happy place. Actually anywhere Edward and I were together, was heaven to me. I slowly relaxed and fell asleep on his chest, he followed soon after. His chest rose and fell softly, his arms holding me against him and I smiled.

Maybe...just maybe, it wouldn't be so horrible if I WAS pregnant.