"Damnit Zackary!"
"What did he do now?" I yelled.
"He broke the family portrait frame…again!"
Edward came around the corner carrying the broken frame. He threw it down and sat on the bed next to me. He looked as exhausted as I felt. Zackary was running us ragged. He was a non-stop trouble machine. Edward even had trouble keeping up with him. It seemed like we had replaced everything in the house at least once since he had started walking. No one told me this was going to be so hard. How could one kid cause so much damage. He couldn't even talk yet!
The first time Charlie visited Zackary was 2 weeks old. He came by every so often to see us. On Zackary's first birthday everyone came. I had told her and was surprised at how excited she was. His birthday was the first time she saw him. It didn't go great. We put him in the high chair and went to get the cake. When we came back he had opened all the gifts and had Emmett in a choke hold. He made it look like he was letting Zackary do it so that Renee and Charlie wouldn't get suspicious. I'm fairly certain everyone was happy to leave that day.
"Bella what are we going to do with him?"
It was a conversation we had had many times before.
"I don't know. Its like he's unstoppable."
Zackary toddled in. His dark brown hair was covered in something white. Edward and I both sighed and stood up. I went to run the bath while Edward took off Zackary's clothes. I waited while the tub filled up. I could hear them laughing. No matter how evil that kid might act, he was still our baby. A few minutes later Edward carried him in and sat him in the hot water. Zackary had the same cold skin that Edward did so we made his baths a little hotter than normal. As I washed the stuff out of his chocolate hair I noticed his perfect little eyes. When he was about 10 months old his eyes had finally changed. They turned a rich caramel color. He looked so much like Edward. If it wasn't for his dark hair I wouldn't think there was any of me in there.
Edward sat on the floor in front of the tub and watched me scrub all the various filth off our son. We usually had to bathe him more than once a day. When I started to scrub his belly he started to laugh. I couldn't help but smile. His laugh was so high and clear. Edward smiled with me. The moment was ruined though, when Zackary started splashing large amounts of water onto us and the floor. Edward had him out and wrapped up in a towel before I could even say anything. Zackary laughed harder.
"Bella…"
I looked around. Edward was already out dressing Zackary. I ran to the room.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything." he said, looking back at me.
"I thought you said my name."
He shook his head.
"Bella…"
I looked around again. This time Edward was staring at me.
"Please tell me you heard that."
He stood up and walked over to me.
"Bella I didn't hear anything. And if there was a sound, I would definitely have heard it better than you."
"Great, so I'm insane now."
"Why don't you lay down. Its been a long day. I'll take care of Zackary."
"Yeah…"
I started to walk away but he grabbed my hand first. He spun me around and pulled me into a deep kiss. I barely had time to get into before he released me and turned back to the baby. I sighed and walked to the bedroom. Edward had been so different since Zackary was born. He didn't seem to want to do anything with me. He always pushed me away. I ran my hand over the scar on the neck. I knew why he was different. He knew it too. The memories came rushing back to me.
It was our first night alone after the baby was born. Esme had taken him so we could have some rest. I knew Edward couldn't wait any more than I could. We walked in the door after dropping him off and Edward grabbed me. It was obvious what he wanted. I let him carry me to our bedroom. His eyes never left mine. Before I knew it, my back was on the bed and he was pushing himself against me. I pulled his face down to mine and we devoured each others lips. I kissed his neck and felt him shutter. He growled as my hands pulled at his pants. The sound of him growling always turned me on. When all our clothes were finally off he started to push against me harder. All my desire for him to be gentle disappeared. I arched my back into him and as soon as I fell back down he pushed into me. I gasped. It hurt for only a second. He pounded hard into me and I couldn't stop my moans. He growled in response. I felt his breath against my ear.
"Bella…"
He sounded so needy.
"Edward…"
The sound of my voice made him freeze momentarily but he picked right back up. It was harder this time. My whole body was shaking under his. My hands clawed at the bed. He kissed down my neck slowly. I felt his tongue trace my collar bone. It sent chills down my spine. He thrust harder into me. I was so into the moment that I didn't noticed the sudden pressure on my throat. I did, however, notice when his teeth sank into me. All pleasure was gone. I tried to push him away but his grip was like iron.
"Edward…please stop…"
I felt myself getting weaker.
"Please…I…"
He didn't even move. Fear was taking over and I started to shake violently.
"…it…hurts…"
His teeth pulled away and I saw his face staring down at me. He looked both intoxicated and horrified. His topaz eyes were darker than normal. I reached up with a much too heavy hand and stroked his face before I passed out.
I knew that was why he wouldn't have sex with me. It was like it was when we first got together. He had reset up his boundaries. No matter what I did, he would pull away from me. His eyes always flickered to my neck. None of his family had said anything about what happened. We both knew Alice would have seen it. They must have known how he felt about it. Edward had apologized so many times everyday that I got tired of it. I finally told him not to talk anymore. He didn't say a word for a week. I had to scream at him to talk. Now it seemed like all that never happened. They only times we were reminded of it were the times I tried to get him to join me in bed. I laid alone in my bed. My eyes filled with tears. How had we gotten ourselves so distant. Edward laughing was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.