A/N: Lemonade ahead. Considered yourself properly warned :) Private Practice and Prison Break don't belong to me. But maybe Wentworth Miller does.

If you cant make your mind up,
Well never get started.
And I dont wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps ~ Cake

The phone was ringing.

Sighing, Bella heaved herself from the stool to retrieve the cordless phone on the wall. Who would be calling this early in the morning?

"Hello?"

"Hello, beautiful," greeted the soft, velvety voice.

Bella almost swooned. She felt her heart skipped a bit. "Edward," she murmured.

"Bella," the man mocked. She could almost imagine his crooked grin. "I missed you, baby," his voice dropped huskily.

Bella sighed, slumping her body against the wall. "I missed you too..."

They were quiet for awhile, each conveying thoughts across the ocean. There was no need for words. Then Edward chuckled. "What's for breakfast?"

Shrugging, Bella twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "You know, the usual..."

"Have you actually eaten, Bella?" Edward inquired sternly.

"I drank coffee," she replied, her tone defiant.

Edward groaned. "Bella..."

"I'll eat something, ok?" she reassured him quickly.

"You'd better," he growled. "What are you wearing?"

Bella blushed. She looked down at her attire and bit her lip. "Um, don't be mad, okay?"

His chuckle tickled her ear. "Why would I be mad?"

"I took one of your button downs for bed," she replied guiltily. She had worn her normal PJs to bed, but after tossing and turning til about 2 last night, she marched to his wardrobe, pulled out a dress shirt and wore it to bed. She had gone to sleep in less than five minutes later.

"Bella, I would never be mad for that," he replied gruffly.

She heard the sound of the door opening and closing. "Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be having lunch now?" she inquired curiously.

"I have another hour," he responded distractedly. "Which panties are you wearing?"

Bella felt her cheeks heated up. How could it be that the man still managed to make her blush even when he was thousands of miles away? "Black lace boyshort," she responded timidly.

Edward groaned again. Bella heard a zipper being slid down. "Hot damn, baby. Run a finger along your pantyline for me, please."

Bella gasped. "Edward..."

"Do it, Bella."

She obliged and moaned.

"That's right, love. Now, move your panty aside and insert a finger into yourself, Bella," Edward's husky voice ordered.

"Edward..."

"What is it, love?"

"I'm so horny. Can you FeDex yourself to me for an hour, please? I'll return you back by lunchtime, I promise," Bella pleaded, her fingers were sensually pleasuring herself.

"Bella, baby, you don't know how tempting it is for me to fly back right now. Just play along, okay? I promise you it'll be as good."

"Promise?"

Edward chuckled. "Promise. Now, finger yourself, sweetheart. Imagine it my finger inserting you right now. I'm pumping you, in and out. In and out." He purposely dragged the last sentence slowly.

Bella let out a soft moan as her finger rubbed with her clit. She imagined it was Edward's long piano one that was working her. "Uhh... I want to touch you, Edward."

"You're touching me, baby. Your hand around my cock, pumping me, up and down, up and down," Edward grunted with much difficulty.

"I want to put my tongue on you..."

"Shit, baby. I want to put my tongue on you too. I'm adding another finger into you. Slow at first, darling. Then fast."

"Edward, lick me, baby," Bella whispered. She knew she was close.

He groaned. "Bella, you're killing me. I want to fuck you, baby. All day long."

"Imagine me riding your huge cock, Edward. Your balls slapping against my ass. My tits bouncing in your face..." she hummed softly. It was like being drunk of Edward's dazzling voice. "You feel so good, baby. Large and hard. Mmm... I think I'm cumming soon, Edward," she confessed, her sentence coming in halts.

"Fuck, Bella," Edward moaned. "I'm close too." Moments later Bella could hear panting coming from Edward. The man then chuckled softly. "Baby, that was fucking hot. That mouth, I want to kiss it and never stop."

"Please do," Bella replied, grinning lazily. She realized she was still slumped against her kitchen wall, her fingers still inside of her. Then she pouted. "Now I'm going to miss you all the time, Edward. It's entirely your fault."

"Then there's no helping it, isn't it? We just have to have phone sex all the time then," Edward proposed. Bella could almost see the sexy crooked grin on his face.

Bella chuckled. "It's a deal." The small clock hung in the kitchen dinged eight times. "Crap!"

"What's wrong, love?"

"I'm late for my appointment with Rosie!" she rushed, panicking. Grabbing her discarded panty with her, Bella dashed for her bedroom. "Edward, you're such a bad influence!"

"Baby, I just jizzed all over the toilet seat and I'm the bad influence here?"

"Oh, alright. We're even, Cullen. But I really got to go."

"And I need to clean up. Yeck." Bella laughed. Must be his cum sticking all over the place. Bella mourned for awhile. Those stuff should have been in her, she thought longingly. "Send my love to Rosalie," Edward continued.

"Will do."

"I miss you, Bella Cullen."

"I miss you too, Edward Cullen."

"Jeez, Bella. Twenty-four minutes. Some sort of a record for you. What were you doing? Having phone sex?" Rosalie asked dryly, tapping her stiletto-clad foot impatiently on the floor.

Blushing, Bella ducked her head before kissing Rosalie on the cheek. "Sorry. Alarm. Traffic."

Rosalie narrowed her eyes at the red hue on her best friend's cheeks and her jaw dropped open. "Oh my God, you were having phone sex, weren't you?" she said, pointing an accusing finger to Bella.

A few of the passer byes in front of the clinic turned their heads at Rosalie's outburst. Bella was giving the city stop signs some heavy competition. "Why don't you say it louder, Rosie. I don't think the people in China heard you," she muttered sarcastically, before pulling the smug woman with her into the establishment.

They were immediately greeted by a nurse who ushered them to the receptionist. After filling in some forms, the woman behind the counter raised her head and looked at Bella apologetically. "Miss Swan?"

Bella gave her a confusing smile. "Mrs. Cullen, please."

"Mrs. Cullen. It seems that you have missed an appointment here two months ago. We tried calling you and your assistant but you were inaccessible. We're deeply sorry," the woman apologized.

Frowning, Bella tried to recall where she was and any appointment she had lined up three months back. Oh. Oh. She smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "It's okay. I was out of the country. I'm sorry I am such a troublesome patient to keep up."

The woman looked at Bella cautiously. "Are you sure? I could slide in your time along with the other Mrs. Cullen today."

She bit her bottom lip and pondered. She wondered whether this is the sort of joint decision married couples always make? Were she and Edward that kind of married couple who make this sort of joint decision?

"Ma'am?"

"I'm sorry. Next week Monday would be preferable. Thank you," she spoke, smiling gratefully.

Later, they were seated in the hallway facing a room marked 'Dr. Addison Montgomery'.

"Thanks, Bella."

Bella raised her eyes from her IPhone and smiled. "No need for thanks."

"Sorry to drag you from your amorous phone call," Rosalie added sheepishly.

Bella turned tomato again. "Rosie..."

"How many times did he make you cum on your fingers today, Bella?" Rosalie murmured softly, her eyes twinkling wickedly.

Realising that Rosalie wasn't going to drop the subject soon, Bella raised three fingers guiltily.

Rosalie shook her head in amazement. "All from a Trans Atlantic booty call? Damn, that boy has got some talents in him," she replied, chuckling.

"One time was when I was showering," Bella admitted, shamefaced.

Rosalie howled, gaining dirty looks from other patients. She waved them off nonchalantly. "And that was why you were twenty-four minutes late, weren't you?"

"Aren't you the bright one," Bella replied sarcastically.

"You guys are like a bunch of high school kids it's embarrassing," Rosalie joked. "How long has it been? Three months? Honeymoon's over in case you didn't get the memo."

Bella chuckled. She did feel like a giddy high school girl every time she thought about Edward. "Oh, the memo must have gotten lost in the mail, I guess," she replied, shrugging.

"Oh, young love," Rosalie said dramatically. She frowned as she suddenly remembered something. "What kind of appointment are you having next Monday?"

"For my routine Depo," Bella answered easily.

Rosalie's forehead furrowed deeper. "Are you sure, Bella? Have you talked to Edward about this?"

"Um, no." She wasn't about to scare the poor guy by talking about family planning. They weren't even in a real marriage. Were they?

Rosalie shook her head disapprovingly. "You should, you know."

The door swung open and a nurse in a pink scrub appeared. "Rosalie Cullen," she called. Bella breathed a sigh of relief.

Giving Bella a dirty look, Rosalie stood up and shot Bella a 'We'll talk later' look. "Ya wait for me here, Bells?" she inquired, sounding hopeful.

Bella knew Rosalie wanted her to be there. She decided to lighten the atmosphere and smirked. "And miss seeing your va-jay-jay, Rosie?"

Laughing, Rosalie punched Bella's shoulder playfully. Both women walked into the room, arms linked. They had each other.

Bring it on, world.

It was an exhausting day. He had convinced the company to sell the right for the latest sixth generation cephalosporin antibiotics to CP after a long heated debate. He wasn't sure if he could switch his tongue back to English after speaking German for three straight hours. He needed to do it soon because he couldn't wait to call Bella.

But again, it would be sexy to say 'Ich liebe dich' to Bella.

He had chickened out from telling the English version to her before they cut off their conversation this morning. He had figured, with his jizz still in his hand, he should select a more romantic backdrop to confess his growing affection for her. He wasn't about to tell the future mother of his children he loved her for the first time in a phone call made from his hotel room toilet.

Yes. He was so far gone that he had started seeing little Cullens with bronze hair and brown eyes running around their house.

Smiling to himself, Edward collected the paperwork from his table and shoved them into his briefcase. He could rearrange them later. He needed to talk to Bella, pronto.

He was about to switch off the table lamp when the oak door of his Berlin office cracked open. He thought his assistant had gone back home for the day.

"Edward."

He froze in his place. The last time he had heard that voice was four years back. And right after the voice owner had left him, he had gone into what Bella had dubbed 'Edward Cullen's Great Depression'.

She stood there in the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever in a sexy yellow summer dress. He gulped. It was as if his heart was beating outside his chest.

"Tanya?"

A/N2: Sorry for the short chapter. It is essential to introduce the main element of the angst into the picture. Now that I reread the entire chapter, man I'm such a cliché. And what gave you guys the idea that Bella was preggers?? Hahha. Such smart people my readers are. However, I am not confirming it here. So stay tuned for future chapters. Embry, Seth and Leah were introduced. Where's Jacob, you ask? Stay tuned too. I know I am in need of a beta reader but since I'm having some bad experience with one I had previously (she waited a month to get back to me. By that time I was like 'what update?') so yeah, I'm not too sure. I am amazed reading your reviews on how some of you people juggle between work, kids, husband, laundry, cooking, carpools etc etc just to read my story. For that I thank you. Hopefully you guys won't lose interest with the story ever. R & R!