Bella

Edward and I held each other silently on the hospital bed. He had gotten really quiet after I made the sex joke. I was only trying to lighten the mood, but he didn't seem to find it very funny. I knew that he was going to blame himself for the pain that I had to go through with the surgery even though it wasn't really that bad.

When I had first been brought into the ER, I was seen immediately. I guess being the police chief's daughter had some perks to it. Charlie had been very calm during the drive to the hospital, and it wasn't until he had me in the hospital staff's hands did he show any kind of fatherly panic. The doctors had made him wait outside of the curtain due to the sensitivity of the exam they had to perform, but he was back at my side once they had finished.

Renee had driven to the hospital with us, but was made to wait in the waiting area. Charlie had pointed at her like a dog and told her to 'stay' in the waiting room on our way into the ER. The crease in his brow was the only outwardly visible sign that he was still furious with Renee and what she had done.

There were three doctors on duty in the ER, a male, a female, and Dr. Cullen. Luckily the female doctor was available for the exam. It didn't really sit right with me to have the father of my best friends' examine my private areas; however, Dr. Cullen did look over the test results and give me the prognosis.

At one point I was left alone in the exam room, and I could overhear the doctors talking about my case. I was paranoid that they would find out that I hadn't really been pregnant. Thankfully the original chart that was made for me when I came in for the pregnancy test was available, and it proved that at one time I had been pregnant.

The doctors were certainly baffled by my current blood test results. They only way they could explain it was that I must have lost the baby weeks ago, but didn't know it, and only now did my body reject the tissue. They did the surgery as a precaution to make sure that everything had been removed. I didn't argue with them about the procedure because I wanted it to still seem that I thought I had been pregnant. The last thing Edward and I needed was for people to find out that I had never been pregnant. I wasn't even sure if our marriage would be legal if it was found out. It had crossed my mind that maybe I really could have been pregnant, but then shook my head at how ridiculous that was. I mean, Edward and I had only had sex the night of our wedding, and that had only been four nights ago.

I wasn't sure what time it was. I still had my face pressed into Edward's chest when Dr. Cullen came in to tell me that I could head home. I knew that Edward had been awake the whole time, but had kept quiet, because his hand slid softly up and down my back the entire time.

Edward sat up and started to put his shoes back on. Dr. Cullen gave me a prescription for pain medication. He said that it should be more uncomfortable than painful, but wanted me to have the pills just in case.

Edward wanted to take me to the Cullen's house to stay with him, but Charlie insisted that I come home. He promised that my mother would not be there when I got home.

Edward and I drove silently back to my house. The frown on his face showed that he was not over blaming himself for the situation.

"Edward?" I said, turning my head to look at him.

"Hmm?" Was all I got in reply.

"Don't beat yourself up over this. We needed to find a way to get ourselves out of this mess, and now it's over. Please don't worry."

He let out a big breath of air. "I'm…relieved that the façade is over, but I still feel guilty that you had to have surgery."

"I know, but I'm fine. Really."

He reached over the middle console and took my hand in his. We stayed quiet for the rest of the short drive to my house.

Edward helped me out of the car, and into the house. Charlie was waiting just inside the door for us.

"I just want to get cleaned up and go to bed." Charlie and Edward both nodded and stepped forward to help me up the stairs.

"I've got her," Edward said putting an arm around my waist.

"Yes, I know you do," Charlie replied looking Edward in the eye.

Edward and I slowly went up the first few steps. My stomach was a little sore from the inside out, and that made any muscle movement in my abdomen hurt. After about the third step, Edward scooped me up with one hand under my arms and around my back, and one arm under my knees. He trotted up the stairs like I weighed nothing and stopped in front of the bathroom door.

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked.

"Yeah, I feel all gross."

We went into the bathroom and Edward started the water. He pulled a towel out and put it on the counter for me. I took off the t-shirt that I had worn to bed and the pair of scrub bottoms that the hospital had given me since I came in without any pants.

"I'll just be outside, OK?" Edward asked before he walked out the door and pulled it closed.

My underwear had been stained with blood and the hospital replaced them with these half material half paper temporary granny panties. They were kind of hideous and they were too big. I took them off and threw them into the trash.

I felt much better after washing myself. When I got out of the shower, I found that Edward had left me some clothes on the bathroom counter. He had given me a fresh t-shirt and a pair of panties. I wondered how he felt going through my underwear drawer to get these out. I'd have to ask about that later.

After towel drying my hair and getting dressed in the clothes Edward had left out for me, I made it into my room.

My bed had been freshly made with clean sheets and blankets. Edward was sitting on the edge of the bed, and jumped up when he saw me.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes, much."

Edward pulled back the blankets on my bed, and helped me in. He stood and headed to the bedroom door.

"You're leaving?" I said sitting up quickly. My head spun momentarily but righted itself in just a few seconds.

"Um, yeah, I doubt that Charlie will let me stay," he said scratching the back of his neck.

"I want you to stay, Edward." He looked torn. He knew that Charlie would probably kick him out tonight. "I need you to stay."

Edward stood at the foot of my bed for a few moments before he nodded and turned to my open bedroom door. "Charlie?" he yelled down the stairs. "I'm…I'm staying over tonight, OK?"

I heard a mumble of agreement from my father who was still downstairs. I was shocked, really.

Edward walked back over to me on the bed, kicking his shoes off on the way. "This bed's really small," he commented.

"I guess I'll have to snuggle up real close then, won't I?" I smiled up at him.

He cracked the first smile of the night, or morning I should say, and crawled into bed with me. I cuddled up to him like we had been lying in the hospital and closed my eyes.

Morning greeted us harshly with the sound of the doorbell ringing. And ringing, and ringing.

I heard my dad tromp down the stairs grumbling under his breath about how whatever had caused someone to wake us up this early had better be damn important.

The front door creaked open, and all I could hear was the screech of my mother's angry voice yelling about needing to see me immediately, and that she knew that 'that boy' was here.

"She's fine, Renee. Let them sleep, it was a long night," Charlie pleaded with the banshee that was also known as my mother.

"Let them sleep? Charlie, don't tell me that you've let that boy sleep with her. That is what got her in trouble in the first place!"

I heard a little bit of shuffling, and footsteps on the stairs. My bedroom door was still open, and my mother appeared in it in a matter of seconds. "What is going on in here?" Renee shouted.

Edward jumped at the sound of her voice. He had been sound asleep during the doorbell ringing and the argument downstairs. He sat up on his elbow, and started rubbing his eyes. My dad came in the room and stood by the old rocking chair in the corner.

"Renee, please say what you have come here to say and leave us in peace," Charlie said calmly from the side of the room.

"Bella, I would like to speak with you in private, please," my mother said through gritted teeth.

"No, Mom," I yawned. "You gave up your right to have an opinion on what I do or don't do when you sent me here to live with Dad, and took money to get rid of me. I have nothing more to say to you private or otherwise."

"Listen here young lady, you-" Renee started but was cut off.

"Renee, I am only going to ask you nicely once," my dad said. "You leave this house and don't come back. If Bella ever wants to talk to you again in her lifetime, she will be the one making contact with you. I, for one, am done with you. You left me and took my only daughter from me when she was just under a year old. I finally get her back, and you are already trying to take her away again. Let her be happy. Let her make her own decisions. You've already have made plenty of bad mistakes yourself. Let's not make any more."

My mother stared at my father for several minutes before she stormed out of the room and down the stairs. "This is not over Charlie Swan!" Renee yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Edward and I sat silent in my bed. Charlie's face was red. "Don't worry about her, Bella," Charlie said before he walked out of my room.

"Do you think that she's going to do something to us?" I asked Edward.

"I don't think she really can, except harass us or something. She doesn't dare tell my parents where I am, she'd lose all of her bribe money."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Edward and I laid back down and rested for a few more hours after that. Neither of us could sleep, but I still felt good to hold each other for a while.

Later in the day, just as expected, my dad let us know that even though he had let Edward stay over last night, it would not be happening again. I just didn't get why he was so adamant about separating us at night. It wasn't like we were going to have wild monkey sex in the room across the hall from him any time soon. Plus, I was in no condition to even give it a go right now. The doctors insisted that we wait at least two weeks before even trying to have sex. It was sad really, our honeymoon had lasted only one night, and since then we have never even had the opportunity to bask in the newlywed life.

I returned to school on Wednesday. Edward drove me to school and picked me up everyday. I wanted him to come by and have lunch with me, but the school had rules about non students on campus. I would have to get Edward a guest pass sometime so that he could spend the day with me in school.

After school on Friday, Edward and I settled on the couch and watched a little TV to pass the time before I had to start dinner. Afternoon TV was atrocious, and we ended up making out instead.

Edward pushed me gently onto my back, and he crawled up over the top of me. His long hair hung over his forehead and almost in his eyes as he looked down at me. "I love you so much, Bella," he said before pressing his soft lips back onto mine. I moaned softly when I felt his tongue lightly brush my bottom lip. Without hesitating, I opened my mouth to him. I loved when we had a few moments to ourselves. Just kissing Edward was all I needed to make my day a happy one. I knew that he was as disappointed as I was when we were told 'no sex for two weeks'. But, he had been very understanding and had not complained once since my surgery.

Our kissing continued, and Edward had moved to kissing and sucking at my neck and behind my ear. I hoped he did and hoped he didn't leave a mark on my skin. Like any father, Charlie didn't like seeing the remnants of our private time together, but at the same time I loved the idea that the kids from school would see. Maybe Mike Newton would lay off the flirting once and for all if he saw a hickey on my skin. I doubted it though. Mike had still kept up his usual advances even though he had known that I was with child, and was now married.

My fingers slid through Edward's soft hair. He had always liked it when I played with his hair whether we were kissing or not. A close second to playing with his hair was scratching his back. He was a very affectionate boy. Maybe he was overcompensating for the lack of affection given to him as he was growing up.

I could tell that Edward was really getting into our make out session. I could feel how aroused he had gotten against my thigh through his jeans. I felt bad that we couldn't take this further. He couldn't help the reaction his body had to me. I decided that even if I couldn't have any sort of release, he could.

I gently pushed on Edward's shoulders. "Edward…" I panted.

"Hmm?" he hummed against my skin, but kept on kissing my jaw line.

"Stop for a minute," I said pressing him back from me. "I want to try something."

Edward pulled his face back far away enough so that he could see my eyes. "What?"

"Sit back," I told him. "I want to try something."

Edward pulled himself off of me like I asked, but looked confused as to why I wanted him to stop kissing me. He sat with his back against the back cushions of the couch with his feet on the floor. "Did I hurt you?" he asked looking a little alarmed.

"No, no, I'm fine…I just want to do something," I didn't know why I was being so evasive. I guess I just didn't want to say it out loud, in case I chickened out. I didn't want him to be disappointed. "Sit back and relax."

He relaxed into the couch a little bit, but I could tell he was concerned with my behavior. I scooted closer to him so that one of my legs was curled up underneath me and the other was hanging over the edge of the couch, my foot touching the floor.

I didn't know why I was suddenly so nervous. He was my husband for crying out loud. I could do these things to him. I could. I would.

I licked my lips as he continued to stare at me. I reached over with both of my hands to unbutton his jeans. I watched my hands work open the button fly of his pants, I didn't dare look back to his face to see his expression. I was determined that I could do this.

Girls at school gave blow jobs on a daily basis to just random guys at school, but they were deemed slutty. Edward was my husband, and there was nothing wrong with what I was about to do.

It was funny to think about really. I mean, most people did this before they even had sex. I guess everything about Edward and I was backwards. We had just headed straight for the main event when we were sixteen instead of working our way up to it.

Once I had his pants open, I tugged on his pants and boxers to try and get them pulled down a little bit to give myself some room to work with. Edward lifted his hips, and helped me with his pants. It seemed that he knew what was coming, but maybe not though. I had only given him a hand job in the past, and that was on our wedding night for Pete's sake. I didn't think he expected what was to come next.

I pulled him out of his boxers and held him in my hand. He was warm and his skin was so smooth and soft here. He was already hard and I didn't think that it would take much to get him off. He was a seventeen year old boy who had only had sex twice in his life, and the two times were about a year and a half apart from each other.

He sucked in a breath as I moved my fingers over his erection and suddenly gripped him with my whole hand. I slid my hand slowly up and down his length as he started to breathe harder.

I chanced a look to his face. His eyes were half closed as he watched what I was doing to him. His green eyes slid up to meet mine, and held them for a few moments until I broke eye contact by lowering my head down over his lap and putting my lips over the head of his erection. I pulled my lips off of him while my hand kept a slow rhythm. I contemplated the taste of him-salty and sweet at the same time. There had been some liquid that had gathered on the tip of him before I had taken my first taste, and I had been scared that it would gross me out. It wasn't so bad, so I went in for more.

I tried to take him into my mouth as far as he could go, but my gag reflex wouldn't let me. I didn't want to gag on him and make him think that I thought that what I was doing was disgusting. I wanted him to enjoy himself, not worry about me.

I bobbed my head up and down on him, and kept my hand over the part of him that my mouth left out. I let my tongue swirl around him at the same time. It was soon that I found out what he liked. His moans and curses let me know I was doing a good job.

Soon, I felt his body tense as his breathing sped up. "Oh my God, Bella… I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" he growled out. I knew what was going to happen, and since I hadn't thought ahead of time of what I was going to do at this point, I started to panic. It would be a matter of seconds before he came into my mouth, and I wasn't sure if I wanted that. Sure, Edward was my husband, sure, I loved him more that life itself, but did I really want some of his bodily fluids to erupt into my mouth? And then I would have to answer the age old question of do I spit or swallow? What kind of girl was I?

Edward tensed up completely and let out what I considered an amazing sound that I had only heard three times in my life, once, a year and a half ago in his parents' pool house, and twice on our wedding night. So, I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself to let it happen…in my mouth. I swallowed quickly, just so I didn't have to taste it for very long.

The taste wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be, but it still didn't taste that great. Would it be rude to excuse myself to brush my teeth?

I looked at the beautiful content face of my husband. His eyes were closed and a small smile played on his lips. His eyes cracked open and his smile grew. "Thanks, Bella. I really needed that."

I smiled at him proudly like I had just invented the blow job. My smile dropped drastically when I heard the sound of a door closing on a car. A car that sounded like it was just out the front of my house. "Crap, Charlie!"

Edward jumped up from the couch to pull his pants back up and button them closed. I straightened my clothes and ran to the mirror in the hall to see if there were any leftovers of Edward's spunk left on my lips, or face, or shirt, or wherever I could have gotten it on me.

Edward and I had just settled back on the couch, pretending to have been only watching TV, his arm was around my shoulders and I rested my head against him.

"Hey, kids," Charlie greeted us. "I have a little something for the both of you."

Surprised that Charlie had bought something for us, we both sat up and looked over to him.

Charlie was holding two plastic bags from Newton's Outfitters in his hands. "I was going to talk to you about this before, but with everything that has been going on, I forgot," he said as he handed Edward and I each a bag. "You don't have to participate if you don't want to."

Edward and I shared a quick glance at each other before we opened up the bags on our laps.

Edward pulled out a navy blue t-shirt, as did I. "Dad, what is this?" I asked.

"Just unfold them," he said with a tentative smile on his face.

We did as instructed and found that both of our shirts were identical, except for size. The front of the shirt had a police badge iron-on on the left breast that read "Fork's PD". On the back was the advertisement for the annual picnic and baseball game along with small pictures of the businesses that were sponsors. Above all of that on Edward's was written "E. Masen" in bold capital letters. On mine it read "I. Masen" with the same lettering.

I jumped up from the couch and wrapped my arms around my father. The simple fact that my dad had acknowledged my marriage to Edward by putting my name on a dumb t-shirt had me in tears. "Thanks, Dad," I cried into his shirt.

"No problem, Bells," he said patting my back. "So, Edward, what do you say? Are you willing to give Dr. Cullen and his team a run for their money?"

Edward stood and smiled at my dad. He too, knew that this was Charlie's way of accepting him into the family. "Of course, Chief Swan, I'd be happy to."

In the usual Charlie manner, he seemed uncomfortable with my hug after a couple of minutes. He stepped back from me, his weeping daughter, and turned me to latch onto my husband. I gratefully obliged as I happily hugged and swayed with Edward.