The thing about sex is once you start doing it, you can't seem to stop.

Or at least that was the case for me.

"Edward…faster…"

"If I go any faster, I'll come,"

"So will I…just…please!"

His hands gripped my ass tighter and slammed into me harder, quicker. My back thudded against the wall with each thrust and before long, I was squealing his name with my climax. Edward moaned and pulled me tighter as he had his own release.

He let me down carefully but we didn't let go of each other. We just stood there while trying to calm our breathing and our heart rates until I had the energy to speak.

"That was…intense," I breathed against his shoulder.

"Hell yeah," he chuckled a little. "At least now you can cross out quickie andcloset sex from the list,"

Knowing my lack of sexual experiences, Edward decided to make a list of every single place and position people could possibly have sex in. It was a pretty hefty register but it was…fun checking things off of it.

So far, we've already done bed sex (I couldn't count anymore), shower sex (twice), couch sex (twice), floor sex(once – the hotel carpet was kinda dusty), door sex (twice), wall sex (three times) and now, closet sex and a quickie.

"C'mon, we have to get dressed," I pulled away from him slightly. "I think the concert starts in ten minutes,"

Yes, we had sex in the janitor's closet in our concert venue. Great way to get rid of nerves, I can guarantee.

While I tried to feel around for my panties, Edward swiftly pulled his boxers and jeans up before helping me look for my own and assisting me in putting it on.

"How do I look?" I asked him once we were in the presence of light again.

"You look sexy," he purred in response right at my ear. His hands moved back to my ass as he continued to speak.

"Edward, we have to go," I shuddered when I felt him squeeze my behind.

"Fine," he huffed. He led the way down the hall back to the green room but his left hand refused to leave my butt. I couldn't really tell if Edward was an ass man or a boob man since one minute he can't keep his hands off my rear like right now and in the next, he'll be trying to subtly cop a feel of my breast or would just stare at my chest in a completely inappropriate manner.

"Ah, the love birds have returned," Jasper looked up from the magazine he was reading. "How was the janitor's closet?"

Edward just scoffed at him and led us to sit on one of the sofas but my blazing cheeks gave us away.

Luckily, Emmett was too concentrated on Rosalie's laptop to see my reaction. Hell, he seemed too preoccupied to probably even hear Jasper talk.

"Is he still on March Madness…madness?" I asked.

"Ugh, yes," Rose rolled her eyes. "I swear to god, no matter how many times I tell him that the fans are the ones who are supposed to vote, he won't listen! I haven't touched my laptop for days!"

"It'll be worth it when we win," Emmett piped up. I shook my head.

"Bella, what happened to your make-up?" Alice was looking at me with narrowed eyes as she entered the room with Bryce on her hip. Before Edward and I had our little…rendezvous, Alice had already done my face and hair. I wasn't sure of how I looked exactly, but I had a pretty good idea of how the just-got-laid look appeared.

"Uh…"

"Get your ass over here and let me fix you. You practically have five minutes before you go on stage!"

I dutifully got up and sat on the chair she indicated and she quickly got to work.

"You shouldn't be allowed to have sex before a concert," she muttered as she carefully lined my eyes with a black pencil. "Or at least do it early enough so I have time to make you look decent before you perform."

"Please. She looks hot," Edward called.

"Shut up, Edward," Alice shot him a look before running a brush through my hair.

"Actually, Edward has a point. Bella looks smokin' with the whole just-fucked thing she's got going on,"

"Not helping, Rose. There. You're perfect again. Don't mess it up," she eyed her work appreciatively and nodded.

We were quickly fit into our ear pieces just as the stage manager knocked and informed us that it was game time.

Our return on the stage felt like going back home. The audience was as pumped as ever and were all really happy that Edward's voice was back to its fully functional state, a fact Edward proved by singing the most energetic I've ever heard him. As some sort of a chain reaction, Jasper, Emmett and I played with renewed vigor as well.

"You guys are the loudest crowd we've played!" Edward yelled to the mob. They all let out shouts and cheers that were all indiscernible due to their number. I picked up my water bottle and replenished my fluid supply as he continued.

"And it's awesome to be back and be able to sing again. All your support really got me through the past rough weeks and I can't thank you enough for that." The audience roared again. "But there's one person who has really been there for me and has taken care of me in more ways than one. So I want to take this opportunity to properly show my gratitude to the lovely Miss Isabella Swan,"

I choked and almost spat my water out. No, seriously. There were a few small splats on the floor and some drops of water were running down my guitar. My eyes widened as I met Edward's soft, love-filled eyes.

He walked over to where I was standing and took me by the hand to the center of the stage where one of the stage hands placed a chair. Another came up to me and took my guitar before handing Edward an acoustic one.

"Bella, you've done more for me than anyone ever has. You were the support that was always there especially when everything seemed to be falling apart. It seems like nothing I could do can really express how much that means to me, but I hope this is enough,"

"Oh my god," I covered my mouth with one hand while the other clutched my heart just as Edward began to strum the opening chords. Really, can the man be any more perfect?

Though he sang through the mic, he wasn't facing the crowd. Instead, he was looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.

I listened to the lyrics intently as I gazed at the love and the tenderness I could see etched clearly in his features. The song was wasn't exactly one for saying thank you, but it was a love ballad, which was even better in my opinion. At the back of my head, I wondered when he had the time to write it.

After he belted out the last lyric and played the last beat, I couldn't help myself anymore. I stood up and threw my arms around his neck. That made everyone go nuts.

"I don't think I've ever said thank you for everything you did," Edward whispered as he buried his face into my neck and hugged me back.

"You never needed to. I was and always will be happy to take care of you in any way I can," I whispered back.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too. So much,"

The concert ended after Edward's surprise display and the four of us went backstage again for a round of interviews.

The questions were mostly about Edward's condition and how it was like to be back but some were directed towards a more…personal realm.

"Miss Swan, did you have any clue that Mr. Cullen was going to serenade you tonight?" a female reporter asked.

"Honestly, no. I was just surprised as everyone," I told her and everyone else listening. "It was a nice surprise, though."

"So does this mean that you two are dating?" she pressed.

"We've been asked that question so many times," Edward answered.

"Yeah, but I never understood why you all bother to," I added. "I mean, it's soobvious!"

We continued to answer their queries until Rosalie deemed that we had had enough. We still had more appearances and press shit to do the next day before we travel to Russia. As usual, to make up for the tour delay, we added more places and doubled show dates.

"What you did was really sweet," I said between Edward's kisses. He just hummed and pushed me on the bed before pulling my shirt off and practically ripping my bra apart.

"What I did was nothing," he murmured against my jaw as his hands swiftly unbuttoned my pants. "You deserve so much more,"

His lips left my skin so that he could take off his shirt but was back in a flash. I helped him take off his jeans and underwear and before long, we were both naked and Edward was inside me.

"I want you on top," he panted. Without pulling out of me, he laid on his back with me straddling him. We never had sex in this position before but I had an idea of what I had to do.

Bracing my arms on either side of his head, I used that leverage to raise myself then forcefully slammed myself back onto him. I moaned his name at the contact and repeated my actions, slowly going faster.

At some point, Edward sat up and I was forced to hold on to the mattress by his hips. My eyes were closed but I could feel the hands that tightened around my waist and the mouth that covered my breasts with kisses.

"Don't stop doing that," I panted. "So good…"

My hands repositioned around his neck and the back of his head, making him take more of me in his mouth. Soon, it all became too much and I reached my peak.

"Oh god…Edward!" I yelled so loudly, I was sure we were going to have the hotel manager knocking on our door and asking us to keep it down.

I was still coming down from my orgasm when he flipped us so quickly, I couldn't even register what was happening. As soon as my head hit the mattress, he was thrusting into me.

My second orgasm came sooner than the first and this time, Edward came with me. My name escaped his mouth together with a garble of jumbled words before he finally rested his forehead on my shoulder, blowing hot air against my skin in quick bursts.

"God, I love you," he murmured.

"I love you, too," I breathed.

The next day, Rosalie wanted the whole band to do some sharing about the whole Edward situation for the DVD and to post on the website. Peter had managed to film everything up to the time Rose told us to go back home so she figured it would be good to get our perspectives from what happened.

"At first, I honestly didn't know how to react," Edward admitted. "The first thing that came into my mind though, was disappointing everyone,"

"He even wanted to continue the show but it just wasn't possible anymore," I nudged him playfully for his persistence. "Even talking was extremely difficult for him,"

"Yeah so I basically had to suffer in my own silence the entire time," he said. "The whole band – Bella, especially – kept reassuring me that everything was going to be fine but there was still that nagging part of my brain that won't stop reminding me that it might not,"

"You can tell he was feeling guilty about the whole thing," Jasper added. "The tour, the band, absolutely everythingwas dependent on his voice and he knew that. I know if that much pressure was put on me, I'd probably shut down completely,"

"And I almost did." Edward nodded at what Jasper mentioned. "It was just so hard to be optimistic about anything. If I were alone through the whole thing, I would've drowned in my own emptiness. Luckily, I had these guys for all the moral support," he looked towards all of us but gave me a sly wink.

"I was kinda hoping if he just didn't talk for a couple of days, whatever it was would go away," Emmett said. "And then we find out that he has a cyst on his vocal chords,"

"Ah yes, the cyst," I sighed. "Hearing the news that he had to go through surgery pretty much just…shook everything. We weren't just dealing with some throat infection anymore. He had to go through an operation,"

"It was difficult to be brave at those times," Edward slouched in his chair a little. "And so nerve-wracking. We were basically putting our lives on the hands of a doctor,"

"But after the whole thing was over, everyone finally managed a sigh of relief," Emmett smiled. "'Course, there was still the case of Eddie being mute for a whole two weeks, but that just made the world a quieter place which isn't that bad in my opinion," he laughed.

"And he had Bella taking care of him," Jasper smirked at me then at the camera. "And she did a verygood job at doing that,"

I blushed while Edward let out his own chuckle. "Yeah, she got me this whiteboard that had baby ducks on it and basically told me to talk through it,"

"None of us knows sign language so it was the only alternative I could think of," I joked.

The rest of our sharing carried on with Jasper and Emmett admitting that they started thinking of career alternatives. While Jasper said that he'd get his degree in psychology and work as a shrink, Emmett really couldn't come up with anything. I guess he was serious when he said that he didn't know what to do with himself if he wasn't a drummer.

We did about two more interviews with different magazines after that then explored Israel throughout what was left of the day. Emmett was especially excited when we visited Jerusalem.

"Dude, this place is epic," he stated as he looked around. "Jesus was born here, man,"

"No he wasn't. Jesus was born in Bethlehem," I corrected him.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Close enough,"

Other Biblical locations like Galilee and Jericho were visited as well. It was pretty surreal for me to be actually seeing the placed that I used to read about with my grandmother when I was younger.

The tour progressed as we visited country after country which meant more changes in the time and climate conditions. I was surprised I wasn't sick yet. Malaysia, Singapore and the Philippines were the hottest places we've visited so far. It didn't help that we went there at their summer month of May either.

"Thank you lord for air conditioning," Alice sighed as she sat down. We just went through the last procedure in Ninoy Aquino International Airport, Manila and were simply waiting for our flight to Australia to arrive.

"I know, right?" Rosalie gathered her blonde hair in a ponytail. "I'd probably pass out if this place didn't have any,"

"It sucks that we didn't get to go to Boracay, though. I could have an amazing tan by now," Alice shook her head disappointingly. She had wanted to visit the white sandy beaches after seeing an ad of it after we landed. Sadly, our Melbourne concert date was already set in stone and the press work we had to do there was also scheduled so we couldn't go.

"I would love to see Bella get a tan, too," she eyed the pale complexion that was exposed by my tank top. "She's just too…white!"

I snorted a laugh. "Please. I like being pale. And besides, I don't think darkening my skin would contribute much to how I look,"

"Hm. I guess your skin doeslook better against the hair color you have,"

"Really? I always thought that darker haired people would look nicer with a tan,"

Soon, both of them were immersed in a discussion of what kind of hair would look good with skin types. I think they continued to bicker about it even after we boarded our flight.

I was looking out the plane window while Edward secured our bags overhead when I felt a wave of dizziness hit me. I rested against the back rest and waited for the feeling to go away, thinking that it must've been caused by the weather or something.

After a while, I thought I was right. I felt better and was back to bickering with my band mates and throwing Skittles at a sleeping Emmett.

I was about to launch another when I felt woozy again only this time, it was accompanied by nausea. I almost threw up on the spot. Luckily, I managed to hold it in a bit until I got to the bathroom.

As soon as my eyes saw the shining beacon of hope that was the toilet, I lost my breakfast and everything else that I ate between when I woke up and now. I sat on the floor and rested my back against the wall, waiting to see if I had more to upchuck but surprisingly, there wasn't. I felt completely normal.

A knock on the door startled me. "Bella?"

It was Edward. "Um, yeah I'm in here,"

"Are you okay?" his voice was dripping with concern.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"You had me worried when you just walked away without a word," he admitted.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, really. Probably just…motion sickness,"

I've travelled through planes, cars, trains and ships countless times and not once did I ever suffer from motion sickness. That fact made me wonder if that was really why I felt like throwing up but I couldn't come up with any other reason.

Edward was still waiting for me in the cramped space of the plane hallway when I finally opened the door. His face still looked worrisome but after more affirmations from me that I was alright, he let loose again.

I thought I wasn't going to get sick anymore, but I was proven wrong about six hours later at the Melbourne Airport baggage claim. The nausea came out of nowhere again and before too long, I was bent over yet another ceramic miracle.

"What is going on," I mumbled to myself as I exited the bathroom. I couldn't spot anyone from New Moon around but I did see our things piled in a corner. All the seats that were near that area were occupied so I opted to just lean against the wall.

While I watched other people pass and look for my band mates, I was strangely feeling exhausted. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a couple of seconds…

The next thing I felt was something hard hitting me in the hip bone and cheek bone. They weren't really that painful so I didn't let that interrupt my sleep.

What did, though, were the voices I could hear were yelling my name.

"Bella! Oh my god!"

"Is she conscious?"

"Well, gee, Emmett, she's on the floor and not moving. Of course she's conscious!"

I opened my eyes to see what the ruckus was all about but my vision was vertical, like I was lying down. I tried to sit up and strong arms supported me.

"What happened?" I asked. Everyone was seemingly gathered around me in a circle.

"You fainted," Edward explained as he held me up to rest against his chest. "Did you hit your head?"

"I-I don't think so," I stuttered. I was still amidst grasping the fact that I actually fainted.That never happened to me before and I always wondered how it felt like to do so. Heh. Now I knew.

"Somebody go get water," he called before turning back to me. "Can you stand?"

"I'm fine," I respond. He helps me to my feet and led me to sit on the now vacant seats. He sat next to me and placed a hand on my forehead.

"Seriously. I'm fine!" I insisted as Rosalie handed me a bottle of water. "I don't feel dizzy at all,"

"Maybe she's hypoglycemic," Alice suggested. She shifted Bryce to her other hip before continuing. "My dad's the same way. That's why we have candies on us at all times. His sugar can get pretty low,"

"When was the last time you ate?" Edward asked.

"Um…on the plane," I said. But then again, I lost that just a couple of minutes ago.

What was going on with me?

We went straight to the hotel after the whole ordeal and I was instructed to lie down and rest once Edward and I were in possession of our key.

"You're overreacting," I told him as he tucked the sheets securely around me. "I feel completely normal."

"Bella, you need to rest," he said in response. "You're lucky we didn't call the doctor,"

I sighed and slumped back against the pillows. If I didn't love him, I'd seriously be annoyed.

I mean, I understand that he can be overprotective and he's only that way because he loves me, but the man wanted to cancel the concert. Even Rosalie was against that especially when seeing that I was perfectly alright. Well, save for a few more rounds of girl meets toilet, but I didn't think too much on that.

On the day of the performance, I was a bundle of nerves not because I was pumped with adrenaline to make our last show for the tour as explosive as possible but because I didn't want to throw up in the middle of the stage.

I wish I could just throw up everything now and not have to worry about later,I thought as I sat in the green room. As if reading my mind, my stomach lurched and I made a dash to the restroom.

I heaved one last time when I heard someone come in.

"Bella?"

"Um, hi Alice," I mumbled awkwardly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Nothing. It' just…I heard you throwing up," she said. "Was it something you ate?"

"Um, no, I don't think so," I sighed. "This thing…it's been going on for a while,"

"Wait, you've thrown up more than once?"

"Yeah…"

"And you don't know why,"

"Pretty much…"

"Bella, can you come out?"

I opened my stall a little hesitantly and met Alice's concerned look. "Have you had your period yet?" she asked.

"What?" I was confused. What did that have to do with anything?

"Your period. Have you had it for this month?"

"Uh…no, not yet," I said.

"Are you supposed to be through with your period at around this time?"

"I dunno. What day is it today anyway?"

"May twenty-seven,"

"Huh. Really? I usually have my woman time at around the beginning of the month,"

Alice didn't say anything else. Instead she stood there and stared at me for a long time. I was about to open my mouth to ask her what was wrong when she finally spoke again.

"Bella, have you ever considered the possibility that you might be…pregnant?"

WHAT?

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. "Pregnant? What – I can't – no, that's not possible," my head was racing as I stumbled over my words. "I'm on the pill for cramps and shit. And, and we use a condom…almost every time,"

"Almost?"

"We, um…we don't have time to get one at some occasions," I said but quickly added "But those only happened like, two times. I can't be – no, I can't,"

"Bella. Bella, breathe," Alice set her tiny arms around my shoulders. "We don't know for sure yet. For all we know you could…just have some weird stomach bug. Stay calm,"

"But – pregnant – Alice – what – "

I was interrupted when Rosalie suddenly poked her head in. "There you are. C'mon, girl, it's time to get your ear piece fitted. Almost show time,"

Shit. The concert. How was I supposed to go through three or more hours of acting normal with this news?

"Uh…you okay?"

"She's fine. Just a little nervous. You know, last show and all," Alice smiled.

Rose laughed. "Wow. Her too, huh? Edward's acting the same way," she shook her head. "I can't get the boy to sit down long enough to have his piece fit in. Maybe if he sees you, he won't be that bad,"

With a little more subtle coaxing from Alice, we made our way back to the green room and did our final preparations. Rosalie wasn't kidding; Edward couldn't sit still long enough and looked more nervous than I've ever seen him.

Eventually, we had to go on stage and finish the Lunar Eclipsestour. While I managed to act more myself while I performed, there was still that voice at the back of my head that kept reminding me of what Alice told me earlier.

"This has been an amazing tour and I couldn't think of a better way to end it but right here in Melbourne!" Edward shouted through his microphone somewhere in the middle of the concert and the crowd went nuts as usual.

"So let's make this ending special," he continued. I thought he was going to ask a fan up on stage to rock with us like what he did at our last show in Munich but he didn't reach into the audience like I figured he would.

Instead, one of the stage hands asked for my guitar and I lifted it off my shoulder, thinking that I was supposed to switch to an acoustic one but nothing was handed to me. Instead, I was lead to the center of the stage and was asked to sit down as Edward presented me with a rose.

I almost rolled my eyes and laughed at his sweet gesture instead. Looks like I was up for another round of serenading. I wondered what for this time.

And I was right. Soon enough, Edward was singing to me again while the crowd swooned. Hell, I think I swooned a little bit, too. Okay, maybe swooned a lot.

After he finished, I stood up to give him a hug or maybe even kiss him like last time but he placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping my movement.

"Bella, before you get up, I have to tell you something," he said, still through his mic so everyone can hear. "I'm thankful for this whole adventure around the world because it was through it that I finally managed to have you,

"You are the nicest, most considerate and loving person I have ever met. I've made a lot of mistakes in the past but I think God forgave me because He brought you to me. I swear, I'll never let you go and I want to spend every day of my life proving that to you,"

He dropped the mic on the floor before positioning himself so he was on one knee.

Holy sweet mother of Jesus!

The mob realized what he was doing and began cheering and chanting so loudly I could almost didn't hear Edward's next words.

"Isabella Swan, will you do me the extreme honor of becoming my wife?"