A/N

Sorry readers, this is another, kinda short chapter; though it is longer than the last one. It's been really hard for me to find the time to write since my son got out of school for summer, that's why my chapters have gotten shorter and it's taking me longer to update. I will try my best to make the next one longer, and for all your patience with the angsty stuff, my reward to everyone is some hot make-up sex.

Thanks to my BETA melonscraps for the lemon in this chapter. She convinced me to do a full sex scene instead of some random four-play. She wanted hospital sex and since she is a fuck-awesome BETA and friend, I couldn't deny her.

WARNING: This is my first time at writing a full out lemon, so if it sucks and you don't like it, I'm really sorry! I tried my best...

A Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 11: Weightless

Bella's (POV)

When I start to come to, I feel completely disorientated and my eyelids feel heavy. No matter how hard I try, I can't open them. I also have an overwhelming feeling that someone is watching me.

What the fuck happened? The last thing I remember was talking to Rosalie in my office and feeling dizzy. I remember thinking I should probably eat something, though I haven't had much of a appetite since the Vegas incident.

Using my other senses, I try to figure out where I am. The sterile smell is enough of a clue for me. Fuck! I'm in the hospital. I must have passed out from not eating enough lately.

My brain catches on to the fact that I'm awake and I can finally open my eyes. The lights are dim, but I can still make out the blinding white walls surrounding me.

Yup...That's all the confirmation I need, I am indeed in the bitch ass hospital!

I still can't get over the feeling that someone is watching me, so I cautiously try to lift my head to see if I am, in fact, correct in my assumptions. That action alone makes my head throb, causing me to groan; it hurts like a bitch in heat and I automatically fall back into the pillow.

"It's probably best if you keep still, you hit your head pretty hard when you fainted."

I immediately know who is in here with me and just hearing his voice sends all my emotions surging back to me. The numbness that I have become so accustomed to over the past week is gone. Silent tears start to fall from my now closed eyes and for once I'm actually relieved to feel them, at least now I know I'm not broken. This is the first time I have been able to feel some emotion except for being numb, since I left to find him.

"Bella, I know you're awake and you probably don't want me here, but I need to know, is it mine?"

His question confuses me; I have no clue what the fuck he's even talking about.

"Please, Bella, just tell me, I can handle it. Even if it's not mine, I'm not going to be mad and I'll still be there for you, I promise."

I still have no clue what he's talking about. Even though I'm extremely confused, I can't help but notice that his voice sounds robotic. It's very similar to what I've probably sounded like over the past week, but I can also tell just by his voice that he's extremely exhausted. I can't stand hearing his beautiful voice sound like that and I don't need to be a fucking rocket scientist to know that I'm the cause of it. All I know for sure, is now that he's here with me, I don't ever want to be away from him again. It doesn't matter how mad I have been, having him this close again I just can't find it in myself to be angry anymore. I just want to start fresh.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I decide it would be best to figure out what the hell is going on.

"What are you talking about, Edward? Is what yours? If you haven't noticed we're not fucking, so you can't be talking about claiming my pussy as being your property." I try to ease the tension a bit with some humor, but it doesn't work.

"Bella I'm being serious, so stop fucking around with me. Is. The. Baby. Mine?"

Is he fucking crazy? What baby? My head snaps up on its own accord and this time I ignore the pain it causes. When our eyes connect, I can tell he's not fucking with me and he's completely serious.

"What the fuck are you talking about? W...what b...baby?" I manage to stutter out, confused as fuck.

"Don't you dare fucking play dumb with me; I'm talking about the baby your pregnant with! Your secret is out. I got your blood work results, so cut the bullshit and just tell me. Is it my baby, Bella?"

I'm so fucking stunned, I can't even begin to form a coherent sentence to answer him and my breath is coming in short gasps. Blood work results? Baby? Pregnant? There is no fucking way! He must be mistaken; I'm on birth control, so that's impossible. They probably just got my results mixed up with someone else's.

I try my best to think of all the reasons why this can't be true, but I know deep down it is. I'm pregnant and now that I think of it, everything makes a lot more sense. The constant mood swings, throwing up all the time, and my missed period. I thought it was due to all the stress I have been dealing with. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner, but it's not like I have any experience with this shit.

I look into Edward's eyes again, silently pleading with him to tell me this is some sort of joke. From the expression on his face, I know this is the real deal.

Edward gets up and crosses the room in a few short strides, stopping when he reaches my bedside. He cautiously takes my hand, as if I might just rip it away from him. What he doesn't know is even if I wanted to, I could never do that. Not only is he my best friend and the love of my life, but he's the father of the child that I've been unknowingly carrying.

"You didn't know you were pregnant, did you?" Edward questions me just above a whisper.

My emotions are all over the place and it causes my voice to catch in my throat so it is difficult to speak, so I lightly shake my head in order to answer his question.

Edward looks somewhat relieved by my silent answer; he probably thought I already knew and I was trying to keep this shit from him. His other hand that isn't holding mine, slowly glides under the blanket that is covering me to gently cradle my stomach while lightly squeezing my hand.

I can feel Edward's eyes on me, so I look up to meet his gaze. I can see so much emotion in his beautiful green orbs, along with same questioning look he has been giving me since I woke up.

I still feel so overwhelmed that I can't find my voice, so I just nod my conformation to him—that it is his baby that I'm carrying. I honestly don't know why he would think otherwise. It should piss me off since he's the one that can't keep his junk locked up, but I can tell he's asking out of his own insecurities so I let it slide.

Edward understands immediately the message I'm trying to convey to him and his eyes start to tear up, causing my own tears to start falling again.

Edward reluctantly releases my hand, while removing his other from my stomach. I can't stand the feeling of loss when he is no longer touching me and I begin to panic. I reach for him thinking he is going to leave me, but before I can think another thought he slips his shoes off and makes me scoot over so he can slide into the tiny hospital bed with me.

The moment Edward gets in the bed with me, he has me completely engulfed in his arms and our legs are mingling together. Edward's familiar scent takes over my senses and my body automatically relaxes into his; it's like no time has passed between us and I'm extremely relieved to know that he still cares for me.

Edward gently lifts my head so we can make eye contact and begins to apologize. "Bella, I'm so sorry about the whole Vegas thing. I swear I didn't..." My lips attacking his, interrupt the explanation he is trying to give me. Edward's apologies aren't necessary because I have already forgiven him. I could care less about that shit anymore and I don't want to hear it; I just want to forget it ever happened.

Edward doesn't seem to mind my sudden assault on his mouth and responds immediately, kissing me with more passion than I have ever felt. My hands come up to wind into his fuck-hot sex hair while Edward cautiously cups the nape of my neck, taking extra care not to hurt my injured head. His free hand glides down my side, over my hip and stops when he has a heaping handful of my ass, pulling me impossibly closer to him. I can feel his straining cock start to grind against me and it makes me want him so fucking bad.

My pussy is already dripping wet and he hasn't even touched me yet. My movements are powered by pure desire as I hitch my leg over his rubbing myself against him in desperate need for some friction—anything that will take away this euphoric tingling between my legs.

Edward realizes what I want and immediately retracts his hand from my ass, caressing every part of my heated flesh that his skilled fingers come into contact with. His hands make their way to where I need them most, while are lips, teeth and tongues are still in an ongoing battle for dominance.

The split second that he reaches my drenched, overheated, lust-filled center, and grazes over it so lightly that I can barely feel it, I almost come undone from his sensitive touch. He starts to tease my clit in a soft circular motion and I can't help the cry of pleasure that escapes me as I buck my hips into his hand in response.

Edward breaks away from my mouth, breathing heavy. "Shit baby...You. Are. So. Fucking. Wet. I want you so bad, I missed you so much." he pants out, while his fingers move lower. Two of his fingers quickly make it to my entrance. Not wasting anytime at all, he starts thrusting them inside of me curling his fingers as they come into contact with my walls, hitting my special spot that he knows so well as the palm of his hand is providing the friction my clit so badly needs then slowly pulling them out tickling my senses with his skilled touch.

I'm so close to coming all over those fuck-awesome fingers of his that my hips start jerking forward on their on volition in time with each of his thrusts. I can no longer hold back my fierce moans of passion, all the stimulation Edward is providing is too much, but it's still not enough. I want to feel him inside, stretching and filling up my soaking wet walls when I come; I want to feel his body on top of me convulsing when my pussy clenches around him.

My hand unwinds itself out of his hair and glides down my body to my center, gently tugging at his hand to stop its pleasurable assault on me.

Edward gives me a questioning look and I simply respond by tugging at his pants while looking at him dead in the eyes, telling him wordlessly what I want.

"I want you so bad love, but I don't know if that's such a good idea, you hit your head really hard and I don't want to jeopardize your recovery."

He looks so torn that I know this will be an easy victory. I know exactly what to do, to get what we both want. I put on my best 'I'm feeling rejected' face while looking him in the eyes and adding a "Please, Edward" just above a whisper followed by a trail of sensual kisses down his neck.

I can tell the second those words leave my mouth he's going to give in. He looks like deer caught in the headlights and I'm positive he won't be denying me anything I ask for. I do a little happy dance in my head, knowing I'm about to get exactly what I want in approximately three seconds. Three, two, one...BINGO!

"Fuck it! Fine, Bella you win, but if your head starts to hurt you have to tell me. For the record, don't think I don't know what the fuck you're doing, I want you to know that it's really fucking unfair." Edward grumbles at me while getting off the bed to strip his clothes off.

In return I give him an innocent smile and I slowly raise my body into a sitting position to follow suit and remove my hospital gown. When I finish, I notice he has only gotten as far as removing his shirt and he's staring at me in awe, like this is the first time he has ever seen a naked woman.

The expression on his face makes me chuckle quietly to myself, but it's enough to snap him back into reality. When he notices me staring at him, I beckon him over motioning to him with my finger.

I don't have to ask twice and he comes to stand in front of me immediately. Leaning forward I reach up to cradle his head in my hands bringing his lips down to meet mine. The kiss we share is slow and passionate, both of us putting all of our emotions into it. My hands slide down the sides of his face, ghosting over his neck, and then I caress all the lean muscular lines in his toned chest and abs, stopping when I get to his belt buckle.

Edward wraps his arms around me, trailing wet open mouthed kisses up and down my jaw line, occasionally nipping and licking at my ear. That shit is driving my hormones crazy and making me moan sending me into a lust filled frenzy, while I make quick work of unbuckling his belt.

I push his pants and boxers down at the same time only being able to get them to mid-thigh, but it's enough to set his straining cock free. Just the sight of his perfect manhood makes my girly bits start to tingle in anticipation.

Edward pushes his pants off the rest of the way, then gently pushes me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me and settling himself between my legs, while propping himself up on his elbows. My center gets impossibly wetter as he takes one of my erect nipples in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it while he is thrusting his erection into my bare thigh making me pant and moan loudly.

I can't take all this fucking teasing anymore and I roughly fist my hands into his hair bringing his face to mine, so he can see my need for him. "No more foreplay, I need you inside of me now, Edward. Please..." He interrupts me by crushing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue in my mouth when my lips grant him entrance and the battle for dominance begins again.

Edward uses his knees to spread my legs further apart and bring his hand down to my folds, spreading my wetness around preparing me for his length. When he realizes how wet I am for him, he can't hold back the primal growl that escapes his throat, triggering even more of my own moans.

The hand that he just had in my happy place slides around my hip and grasps my ass again, pulling me tightly to him and the head of his hardness aligns perfectly with my entrance. Edward ends our heated kiss and looks straight into my eyes as he slowly pushes forward plunging himself deeply inside of me—it causes both Edward and I to cry out in pleasure together. The feeling of completeness is overwhelming whenever he is so deep inside me like this, I can't even tell where he ends and I begin.

My hands wrap around his neck pulling him in closer when he start starts to move. Edward pulls out slowly and pushes back into me grinding his hips in a circular motion until he's so deep he can't go any further. That shit feels so good I know I'm not going to last long.

I lift my legs up and wrap them around his hips letting him sink in impossibly deeper. Edwards's thrusts speed up while I loose myself beneath him panting and clinging to him as tight as I can, not wanting even an inch of space between us.

Edward's head drops down to my ear to suck and nibble at my earlobe. All of the sensations he's causing is making my body go into sensory overload and I can feel my walls start to clench around his cock.

"Bella, I love you so much, you feel so good. I'm so close and I know you are too, I can feel it. Your pussy is so fucking tight; I need you to come for me baby." Edward moans huskily in my ear as his hand travels down to where we're connected and he uses his thumb to rub the shit out of my clit.

The second he touches my sensitive bundle of nerves, I can't hold out anymore and my orgasm rips through my body and I feel myself explode around him. Edwards's strokes get faster, our skin slapping together every time he slams into me causing the coil in my stomach to start tightening again.

"Fuck, Edward. I love you too, so fucking much." I scream out, panting and gasping for breath as pure fucking pleasure shoots through my body like a rocket and I come hard again.

That seems to be all Edward needed to trigger his own release because with one last incredibly deep thrust, his shaking body collapses on top of me, his head landing in the crook of my neck gripping the flesh there between his teeth to muffle his cries of ecstasy as I feel his hot come pumping into me.

My breathing starts to return to normal and his cock has already gone soft, slowly slipping out of me and Edward is still vigorously shaking on top of me and for the life of me I can't figure out why. I start to get worried. From our experiences together I know that this is definitely not normal for him. Releasing the tight grip I have on his shoulders I bring my hands to the sides of his head and I try to pull him up from where he has burrowed into my neck. Edward tries to resist at first, but he finally lets me lift him to face me and what I see almost kills me—his eyes are red and he has tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Cullen, it's only been a little over a week since we fucked and you're already turning into a pussy ass bitch on me? Are you going to fucking cry every time we have sex now?" I accuse him with my lips forming a tight smile, trying to get him to laugh at my insult or at least talk some shit back to me.

"Fuck you, Bella; I see you're still a bitch. So I guess that much hasn't changed." He chokes out through his tears forcing himself to smile back, it's a shitty fake smile and I can't fucking stand it.

I don't like this shit at all. I hate seeing Edward cry and it's not something that happens often, so I already know something is seriously wrong that can't be fixed with my fucked up bantering.

"What's wrong?" I question in the most serious tone I can muster up, with my eyes boring into his.

Edward tries to pull away and break the hold I have on him but it doesn't work, I have a firm grip on this motherfucker and I'm not letting his ass go until he tells me what the fuck is wrong.

"I'm not fucking playing with your ass; now tell me what the fuck is wrong with you." I demand with authority.

I stare him down and I know that he knows that I'm not just going to let this shit go this time. We need to start working out our issues, especially now that there is a baby involved.

Edward hesitates at first but then takes a deep breath and a look of determination takes over his features.

"It's just...I mean...Fuck it! I've been waiting for a long fucking time to hear you tell me you love in the way you just did and it kinda caught me off guard. I just want to know if you really meant it." Edward stumbles over his words as he diverts his eyes looking everywhere else but me, looking like an insecure teenager.

That's what's bothering him? How could this dumb ass motherfucker not know that I meant that shit with every fiber of my being, even if I said it while I was having the single most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. I still meant what I said and I don't regret it one fucking bit.

"Edward stop being so fucking insecure, it's really starting to piss me off. You have no business feeling like that at all. You. Are. Fucking. Perfect!" He's still trying to avoid my eyes at all costs and I need him to look at me so he can see I'm being sincere in what about to say to him. "Can you at least look at me, fucker?" I pull his face closer for emphasis, to the point where we're nose to nose and I finally have his full attention.

"I already know that Alice told you how I feel, but if what you need is to hear it from me, then that's fine." I briefly pause taking a deep breath preparing myself for what I'm about to say. "I'm in love with you, Edward Cullen, and now that I think of it, I'm positive I always have been—even though I just realized it recently. None of that shit matters anymore because I'm not too scared to let myself love you any longer. I can't fucking live without you; I've tried and that shit is fucking unbearable. I know you're it for me, I won't fight it anymore nor do I want to. I'm pregnant with your child for fucks sake! I take my birth control pills religiously and if that enough of a sign that this shit is meant to be, then I don't know what the fuck is."

By the time I finish spilling my guts to him, I'm out of breath and I have tears streaming down my cheeks. I feel so much better finally being able to get all of that shit off my chest. Edward finally knows how I feel and even though we're both still crying, his tears mixing with mine as they roll down onto my face as we look into each other's eyes, I feel weightless as if finally everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be.

A/N

Very Important, Please read!

I'm not sure how much longer this story is going to last I was thinking about wrapping it up in about 2-3 more chapters, but it's really up to all of you readers, so please let me know if you want me to continue the story throughout Bella's pregnancy and such. I will only continue if I get enough people wanting me to. So please take the time and let your opinion be known.

Okay readers now that the serious stuff is taken care of, what did you think of my lemon, was it sour enough for you? Remember it was my first one so please don't be too harsh on me. So B+E are talking and apparently fucking again, see I told you shit would start working out for them, even though there is a baby in the mix now. Thank you for reading and please don't forget to review!