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Chapter 36

Mighty To Save

BPOV

"Mom, I am going to church with Edward," I told Renee, standing at the front door with it open.

"Bella, you should be with your family at church," Renee shot back at me.

"Edward IS my family. I thought you would be happy I was going back to church. Isn't that what you should be focusing on?" I asked her. I just wanted to be with Edward. We were going to face whatever was in store for us together. We were going to support each other. Whatever looks, remarks, or negativity people have for us we were going to handle it together.

I was not just Bella, I was a part of Edward. We were one.

"Bella, I am your mother, I am still a part of your family!" Renee said back with anger laced in her voice.

"I didn't say you weren't mom, but Edward and I need to do what's best for our relationship, and that means we need to show our support of each other. Edward has to get up on that stage today, with all the people who are judging us there, and I need to be waiting for him. We need to show them that we aren't ashamed….even if they think we should be. So, I am going to meet Edward at his house, and we are going to face today together," I told Renee opening the storm door and walking out of house.

I didn't dress differently, I went to church in jeans, chucks, and the 'Kill With Love' t-shirt Edward gave me. I still cursed, I was still horny as fuck, but I believed God was helping me heal. I was beginning to look more deeply at the events that happened and knew it was part of some master plan. I was opening up to more ideas. I still disliked organized religion, but not all Christians are tools. In general, I thought they had some good ideas about faith that I just started to explore.

I arrived at Edwards's house and jumped out of my truck. I walked to his door and let myself in his house.

"Babe?" I called out before he came out of his bathroom. He was dressed up, and he never dressed up too much for church. He was wearing black slacks, with a button down shirt. "What the hell are you wearing?" I asked him.

"You don't like it?" He asked me.

"No, you look nice, but it's not you," I told him. I retreated to his bedroom, got his sexspenders and found a faded red t-shirt. I threw him the clothes and told him to keep the pants and loose the belt.

He changed and came back out to me. "Is this okay?" he asked me.

"Almost," I said reaching up to his too tame hair and messing it up a little. "Now you look perfect….like Edward Cullen," I told him with a warm smile.

"How is your stomach? Did you hold down your breakfast?" Edward asked me. I was surprised he had waited so long to ask me. It was normally the first thing out of his mouth.

"It's getting a better, I ate a plain bagel and a banana. I think the stuff you got me is working." I told him.

"Do you need more? I can stop to get you more."

"I'll let you know when I need more." I told him, laughing.

Edward kissed me quickly and took my hand. As we drove he held my hand. He let go of it when we got out of his car, but as he helped me out at the church, he took my hand again. We walked into the church holding hands, and we continued to hold hands as we sat in the front pew. Our hands stayed connected until it was time for him to go up on stage, by himself.

It felt good to see him up there again. I saw the looks of disapproval as we made our way through the church. I knew how hard it was for him to go up there and face them. He began to strum lightly on his guitar and the lights went low, but he didn't begin to sing like he normally did. Instead, he bowed his head and began a prayer.

"Heavenly Father, There are those here that had a very discouraging week. Some have been living with a persistent problem that has carried on and on, for days and weeks and even years and there has been no relief. Lord, they have wanted to doubt and say, 'Where are you, Lord? Don't you know?' Lord, we know You do care, and because You care, You're allowing these situations in our lives, not to break us but to make us strong. Not to destroy us, but to develop us. Lord, help us to be triumphant under trials. Make me the person You want me to be. Help me to understand it more. As much as I know how I want to live for You. Thank You for loving me, for forgiving me, for dying for me. You, Lord are mighty to save. Amen."

I knew it was his way to address all the disapproving looks. Even though Carlisle requested none of us to address the gossip, I knew that was his prayer to tell them he understood the way the Lord was working in his life….our life.

His strumming picked up and the lights changed to an orange tone. The projection screen closed in on his beautiful hands, and showed the words on the screen.

Everyone needs compassion,

Love thats never failing

Let mercy fall on me

Well everyone needs forgiveness,

Kindness of a savior

The Hope of the nation

Savior, He can move the mountains,

My God is mighty to save,

He is mighty to save

Forever, author of salvation,

He rose and conquered the graveJesus conquered the grave

So take me as you find me

All my fears and failures

Fill my life again

Everyone picked up the song quickly and sang along with him. Even I did. I wanted to show my support. I admit I felt silly at first, but that feeling was wiped away as soon as Edwards's eyes meet mine and he smiled down at me. I could feel my cheeks go red as I smiled back at him, I mouthed, "I love you," to him.

He sang the other songs he wrote since being in Africa, all about forgiveness and grace. Edward finished his songs and returned to my side taking my hand in his. We shared a smile and a little more of my hurt melted away.

Carlisle talked more about forgiveness and about judgment. He even made it a point to say "Fountain City Church is a place for imperfect people, the good, the bad, the ugly. We are all here to be filled with God's grace."

Edward walked back on stage and closed out the sermon with another song. This one was upbeat, and some people started dancing. There was no way in hell you will ever catch me dancing in church so don't even fucking think it.

Edward and I even mingled a little after church. For the most part everyone offered their congratulations to us, they seemed supportive and I was already being offered gently used baby strollers, swings, and clothes. I thanked them all for the offer, even though I was really getting excited to pick out my own new baby stuff.

It seemed as if we had escaped any negativity until Mrs. Ashford approached us.

"Well, I guess Jane was right about the two of you," she said rather smugly. "When is the wedding?" She asked us, looking at me, then Edward, then back at me again,

"Wedding?" I almost choked out.

"Well, yes, I would assume Edward would want to make this," she said motioning toward my still flat stomach, "right in the eyes of the Lord."

I could feel my anger growing and my face getting red. I began to speak but before I could Edward cut me off before I could even open my mouth.

"We really appreciate your concern in the matter, but whatever is 'the right' thing to do is between me, Bella, and the Lord," Edward told her with his devastating smile. "Bella and I were just leaving, it was nice speaking to you Mrs. Ashford," Edward told her as he took my hand and led me out the door.

"God, what a bitch!" I vented once we were in the car.

"Angel, calm down," Edward pleaded with me. I knew I shouldn't get upset over her.

"Do people expect us to get married because I am pregnant? I can't just get married…I am still in high school," I talked half to myself and half to Edward.

"I know we haven't really had time to talk about all that," Edward began.

"WHAT? Were you going to ask me to marry you?!" I asked him stunned.

"Not today or tomorrow or anything, but yes eventually. I want to marry you," Edward said looking at me.

"I thought we could just like live together or something after I graduated and had the baby," I told him.

"You think I will live with you in sin?" Edward asked me.

"I didn't really think of it like that," I told him. "Well, what if I'm not ready to get married?"

"Then, we will figure out what works for us until you are ready…You will be ready one day though right? You do see that happening in your future?" Edward asked me as we pulled into his driveway.

"Of course… I just always thought I would be older," I thought it be easier. I thought I could just move in with Edward, just be together. I figured the mistake was already made, what was the big deal?

"Remember we are going to go slow…we have time," Edward reminded me.

"I mean we already had sex…it's obvious," I said motioning to my stomach. "I don't see why we need a piece of paper to show people we love each other," I told him.

"I don't need a piece of paper, but I do need to declare it to God. Just because we made a mistake, does not give us to green light to keep making it Bella. I need to correct it, not keep doing it," Edward helped me out of his car and led me to his house. As he unlocked the door, he leaned down to me and whispered. "I want to keep doing it," I felt goose bumps travel up and down my arms, because I was horny before I got pregnant, now I was really fucking horny.

"We can still do other things?" I whispered back. I guess Edward decided to be a tease because he just shrugged at walked into his house.

"So tell me what is going to happen if I have the baby and we are not married?" I asked him plopping down on his couch.

"Umm….I guess you stay at your house, I stay here…you come over….I go over your house," he told me and that didn't really sound like fun…at all.

"Huh," I said simply, not really pleased with the options I had.

"I mean I was hoping to marry you before the baby came…but, I do know that is not realistic since you are still in high school," Edward told me putting his arm around me. "It will be okay Bella. We will figure it out. I don't want you to feel forced into anything."

"I just don't want to do this by myself…I kinda thought I would have you to help with like middle of the night feedings and stuff….I won't have that unless I live with you, and I can't live with you unless I marry you….I just don't see a lot of options that I like."

"Angel, you have a lot going on right now. A lot of growing up to do. In a few months you may feel differently. We have until June to figure all this out. Don't stress over it. God's plan will wrap up this mess nicely for us in the end. I promise." I nodded into his head and smiled up at him.

"I'm really, really, really horny," I told him. "Like pregnant lady hormones going wild horny," I tried to clarify.

"I might be able to help you with that," Edward said leaning into me and capturing my mouth in a kiss.

I felt his hands travel to my waist as he pulled me closer to him. His hand swept across my stomach and up my shirt, "Is this okay? I know they are tender," he said massaging them gently.

"Um, yeah it kinda hurts," I told him with a frown.

"Oh," he said frowning back at me. He moved his lips down my neck sucking and nibbling on my neck, before he gently kissed my breasts. I removed my shirt, and Edward unclasped my bra, he was becoming a pro. He began to lick and kiss my breasts lightly. He moved down to my stomach and kissed it sweetly.

He reached to undo my buttons and began to slide my pants down his pants. His hand cupped my center and he pressed against it capturing my mouth in a kiss. "Is it okay? I won't hurt the baby will I?" He whispered in my ear.

"No," I breathed out. He slid my underwear to side and began teasing my clit, rubbing it, using his fingers in a circular motion before moving two fingers inside me. I bit down on his shoulder in pleasure. His mouth moved to my breasts again and gently swirled his tongue over my nipples. I fumbled to undo his pants, I could feel his hardness throbbing against my leg.

I reached my hand down, and pulled him out pumping him up and down. "I want to taste you," I told him.

"Let me make you feel good first," he said.

"We can make each other feel good at the same time," I stood from him and slid off my underwear. "Sixty-nine," I clarified for him as I climbed on top of him. I took him in my mouth and worked my head up and down his length as he licked, nibbled, and moved his tongue in and out of me. I grabbed his balls and massaged them as I circled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

I teased him, before taking him all the way in, letting him hit the back of my throat. I felt his fingers move inside me. He began moving them harder and faster as his tongue flicked my clit. I moaned as I felt my orgasm coming, I came forcefully on Edwards face.

"I'm gonna come," Edward spoke against my clit, the vibrations causing another wave of pleasure.

I removed my mouth and began to pump; I couldn't handle swallowing with how sick I had been feeling. Edward came hard all over my hands with a loud grunt.

Edward kissed me sweetly, "I love you."

"And I love you," I said giving him a peck. "And I need to wash my hands."

I knew whatever was in store for us, it would be okay.

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