I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.
BPOV
The weekend went by quicker than I thought it would. Edward, like promised, didn't let me lift a finger. He did everything for me. If I wanted a book, he got it for me; if I needed comforting he was there for me. I was allowed to join everyone downstairs for meals, though he did try to persuade me to let him bring me my meals. Even though I won that argument, mostly because Edward didn't want to raise my blood pressure even more, he brought me breakfast in bed every morning I was there like the sweetheart he is.
Early Monday morning I decided to get my own breakfast. It was almost four in the morning and I'd woken up hungry. I scrounged the cupboards, freezer, and fridge until I found some things that looked promising. I scooped some of the vanilla ice cream into a dish and added the delicious looking topping I had found in the Cullen's fridge—green olives. I quickly took a bite and a small moan left my lips as the delicious treat touched my tongue.
I was about halfway through my late night snack/ early breakfast when I heard the front door open and close quietly. Light footsteps made their way toward the kitchen. My heart was beating about a million times an hour as they got closer. Finally a shadowy figure stopped in the doorway and I let out a quiet shriek that sounded more like a squeak.
"It's just me, Bella," came Carlisle's voice from the doorway.
"Oh, thank God; you scared me," I said breathlessly as my heart calmed down.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be awake," he responded sincerely.
There was a pause in the conversation for a few seconds before Carlisle spoke again, "What are you doing up anyways?"
"I was hungry," I simply said while trying not to draw attention to my interesting concoction.
Carlisle came closer to get a better look. He peeked over my snack, "What is that?" he asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.
"Ice Cream," I said as I blushed.
His eyes darted from my bowl to the jar of olives I had left on the counter in case I needed more.
"Want some?" I offered. I was trying to show him that what I had made was actually good.
"Um, no thank you," he said politely.
I took another bite myself and almost moaned again because it was so good.
"What's going on down here?" came the groggy voice of my boyfriend.
"I just got done with my shift at the hospital. I found Bella here having a snack," thankfully he didn't say what kind of snack that was.
"What are you eating?" Edward asked. He didn't sound disgusted, merely curious; he hadn't seen the olives.
"Ice cream," I repeated. "Want a bite?" I asked holding up my spoon. It was dark in the kitchen so he didn't see the piece of olive.
"Ah… sure," he looked confused when his father let out a small chuckle. I held the spoon up to his mouth and he rapped his lips around it. I saw him gag a little as he swallowed. I could barely suppress my laughter.
"What the hell was that, Bella?" he said as he sputtered and coughed.
"Ice cream and green olives," I giggled and took another bite. He looked at me like he thought I was crazy.
"How are you eating that?!"
"I like it," what more of an explanation did he need?
"Whatever you say," Edward said before his eyes snapped to his father's. "You knew," his eyes narrowed as he accused his father.
"I figured it out, yes," Carlisle said with a mischievous look on his face. "Well, I'm off to bed. Good night, er, morning." And with that he was gone.
"What are you doing up already?" I asked Edward.
"I woke up and you weren't in my room or bathroom. I came to find you because I was worried," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry I worried you. I'm fine; I was just hungry and didn't want to wake you," I really was sorry for worrying him; he doesn't need to worry about me.
"Don't be sorry; I always worry about you. It's my job," he said with a small smile.
"You don't have to always worry about me, but it's sweet that you do. Thank you." I puckered my lips hoping for a kiss. Edward leaned in and gave me a soft peck.
"Are you ready to go back to bed?"
I had just finished the last bite of my ice cream and was getting up so I could clean up.
"Yeah, I just have to put this stuff away first."
"I've got it," he said as he picked up the bowl and the jar of olives.
"I'm perfectly capable of picking up after myself," I said with my hands on my hips. He kept on doing what he was doing anyway.
"You're so cute when you do that," he whispered in my ear. He had his hands on my sides and his whole body pressed up against mine.
I let out a small sigh, "Thank you for cleaning up," I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, I just want to do some stuff for myself. A thought suddenly struck me—the weekend is over. Maybe I can turn this situation in my favor.
"You're welcome, Beautiful," he said with a kiss to my temple.
"You know the weekend is over…," I trailed off. I emphasized my point by lacing my fingers in his hair and pulling his face down to mine.
"Your point is?" Edward said stubbornly. I could tell he got what I was talking about. I'm going to have to work to make him see sense.
"Carlisle checked my blood pressure last night and said that it was just fine so there shouldn't be any problem with us being naughty," I said in a low voice. I was trying to sound seductive but I'm sure I just sounded stupid. To empathize my point I ran a finger down the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
"There are people in the house…," Edward whispered in my ear.
"Nobody is on the third floor besides you so what's stopping us?"
"Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?" Edward said with a voice that clearly said he was going to be giving me what I want tonight.
"If it's so hard than stop trying," I was trying to sound seductive but I probably ended up sounding stupid. I was sure he was going to pull away, saying something about me needing my rest, but he pulled me in closer and started attacking my lips with his own. I was frozen for a second before I responded just as fervently as he was. I started to work on the drawstring of his pajama pants (he wasn't wearing a shirt) but he stopped me and broke our kiss. I should have known that this was too good to be true.
"Not here," he mumbled in response to my hurt expression. He swept me off my feet, into his arms, and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. I pressed kisses to his chest and neck the entire way there. He placed me on the unmade bed and started to strip my shirt. I looked over his shoulder and realized the door was still open.
"The door," I moaned out. He glanced at it and continued on with taking our clothes off. Was he planning on having sex with me while the door is open? "Edward, the door is open," I tried again.
"Like you said, we're the only ones up here," he said before going back to my shirt. This time I let him remove it; for some reason the possibility of getting caught was turning me on more.
I tugged on the waste of his pants trying to get the message across to him that I want those off of him now. I yanked them down as far as I could, revealing a very interesting fact about my sexy boyfriend.
"Commando, Edward? Since when do you not wear underwear?" Is this a recent development or a habit he never told me about?
"Since my girlfriend started making me hard at night. Boxers just get in the way," he said in my ear. He started to rub his hard length up against my thigh. I had had enough of waiting; I ripped my pants and panties off without his help.
"I don't want to wait any longer. I want you inside of me right now," I moaned. I expected him to tease me first, like he usually does, but he must have been just as desperate as I was; he pushed his length inside of me in one swift move. He let out a sigh of contentment.
"You feel so good around me, Love."
I say anything to him, all that was coming out of my mouth was soft moans. He continued to thrust quickly in and out of me. Tonight we were too desperate to make love; this is fucking at its finest. He had only been at it for five minutes before I was set over the edge and I was orgasming. He must have been barely hanging on as well because seconds later his grunts became deeper and I felt the hot steam of cum inside me. I'm not sure how long we laid there trying to get our breathing under control.
At some point Edward seemed to realize what he had just done. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have been so rough! Did I hurt you?! I did, didn't I?!" he asked frantically.
"Edward, it's fine; you didn't hurt me," I tried to reassure him.
"No, it's not fine. I should know better than that. I could have hurt you or the… the baby," he said as one hand went to my stomach and the other fisted in his hair.
"I'm not that fragile and the doctor said it was okay to have sex. She would have said something if you could hurt him. It really is okay."
"I still don't feel right about being so rough. I promise to be in control of myself for now on. I don't know what I would do if something happened to either of you… Especially if it was at my hands." He had a pained look on his face.
"I love you, Edward, and I know you love me, and I know you could never hurt us, not intentionally."
"I do love you, both of you actually. Bella, I promise I'm going to take care of you and our baby and any future babies we have. I'll do anything to make sure you have nothing but the best," he said as he caressed my bump. "I love you," he kissed my lips. "I love you," he kissed my neck. "I love you," he kissed me below my breasts. "I love you," he kissed our baby through my skin.
