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Lesson #26: Do not read this entry. Ever.
This was ridiculous. There was no way I could be so big in such a short amount of time. I couldn't even fit into my bra.
"I honestly don't see the problem," Edward said as he bit into his burger. "We should have topless dinners more often."
I knocked the burger out of his hand.
"Hey," he whined.
"This is serious." I took a deep breath and my stomach heaved up and down in sync. "What am I going to do?"
Edward stroked the underside of my breast with his thumb, "Just relax."
"You're getting meat juice on my chest," I squealed, "And you couldn't possibly be thinking about sex twenty minutes after the fact. Don't you feel dirty knowing there are children watching?"
"Bella, they're nearly sixteen weeks old," he rolled his eyes, "They're not watching anything."
I surely hoped you weren't aware of what was happening. With the amount of times Edward and I had sex over the past week and a half, I would be mortified if I found out you babies were in any way cognizant of our activities. I just couldn't seem to get a hold of my hormones, and truthfully, Edward was even worse. Edward and I had spent the last three and a half months talking and cuddling; emotionally we were more in tune with each other than I could even comprehend. Physically, we had a lot of catching up to do.
"What if they feel the…movement," I shuddered while gasping, "We're defiling our children!"
Edward choked on his food before a wild smile took over, "Our children?"
"My children," I corrected, "My children."
"No, no, you said it already," he grinned wickedly, "And you can't take it back."
"I have the same policy with my children as I do with my cinnamon buns," I told him, "I don't share."
But my argument was slowly dying as he moved our plates aside and crawled towards me. I would never understand how a lab technician could exude so much sexiness.
"Even if I let you use the blue coffee mug?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"What about," he rubbed his lips along my jaw, "If I make the bed every morning?"
"No," I shook my head, "Especially because already you do that."
"Hmm," he hummed as his hand completed a circuit up and down my torso, "What if I make you a bubble bath once a week?"
I became distracted by his touch, "Maybe you can hold one."
Edward's fingers drew circles around my belly button, teasingly stopping before heading towards my center.
"I will paint your toes whenever you want me to," he continued. His hand snaked into my pajama bottoms and wove through my curls.
"Yes," I panted.
"Yes what?" he stopped all movements.
"Edward," I gritted, "If you don't stop teasing me-,"
"Admit it," Edward raised a brow, "You want me to be your babies' daddy."
I scooted into his hand, "Rub." I commanded.
"Not until you say it," he refused.
"No," I kicked my feet petulantly, desperately wanting his fingers to stop skirting around my entrance.
"I will not touch you until you say it," he growled.
Ah. Everyone has a price.
"Yes, Edward," I moaned, "I want you to be my babies' daddy."
His smile was almost as brilliant as the feeling of his fingers finally diving into me.
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