Author's Note: Hello again! How about an outtake? :)
Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. I've never had a baby so she had to set me straight on a few things! Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.
Big news at the bottom!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
"Aaaarrrrggghhh…
I scream, wanting to bang my head against the wall of the shower. How in the hell am I supposed to shave my legs when I can't even see them?
And forget about even trimming the… bikini area. I haven't been able to see that in months.
I give up, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. I sigh loudly as I towel off. Does it really matter if my legs are smooth and hairless? That isn't enough to make me attractive at this stage.
It's been 15 days since Edward and I have had sex. That's a record for us.
From the day I stepped onto the scale at my doctor's appointment and learned that I weighed two pounds more than my boyfriend, we have not had sex. Oh, he tried to get me naked that night, but there was no way I could get in the mood when I felt like a beached whale.
And after a few more days, he stopped asking. Even Edward doesn't want to have sex with me right now, so I know it's bad.
It's been three days since my daughter's due date.
To say I want this baby out of me right-the-fuck-now would be an understatement. I'm willing to do anything and everything to make that happen.
Step one was walking around my neighborhood this afternoon, now that I've started my maternity leave. Opinions seem to vary on whether or not walking can bring on labor, but I figured it couldn't hurt.
Step two was having Mexican food for dinner with Alice tonight since every old wives' tale says spicy foods can induce labor.
And step three is… seducing my boyfriend when he comes home from work. I have no idea how I can convince Edward to have sex looking the way I do, and with hairy legs to boot!
I'm too huge for any of the normal clothes I wear to bed, so I throw on a XXXL t-shirt that I finally broke down and bought a month or so ago. Edward put it on once and he practically swam in it. Yeah, remembering that doesn't exactly make me feel better. I decide to forego my underwear.
I climb into bed, propping a few pillows behind me as I lean against the headboard, and reach for the remote control. It's Tuesday, which means it's Chopped night — yes, Edward has got me watching that show with him.
It's around 9:20 when I hear the garage door opening, signaling Edward's arrival. He usually takes a shower when he gets home, to wash off the smell of the restaurant, so I know I have a few minutes to psych myself up for this.
"Hey, baby," he smiles when he walks into the bedroom. "You're in bed early."
"It's the only place I can be semi-comfortable," I shrug. And the only place we can still have sex.
Edward gives me a sympathetic look, kissing me lightly on the mouth. "Nothing yet?"
"No," I shake my head.
"I'll join you in a minute," he promises, shedding his clothes on the floor as he makes his way to the bathroom.
When I hear the shower turn off, I know it's almost game time. I have no idea how to approach this. Should I take the slow approach, snuggle up to him and start kissing his neck when he climbs into bed? Or should I just go for the direct approach and ask him for sex?
I realize that I have zero experience in seducing Edward. Well, that's not entirely true — I did wake him up with a handjob right after we got back together. Maybe I should reach for his cock after he gets into bed?
"What are you thinking so hard about?" my very hot, very naked boyfriend asks as he walks back into the bedroom.
"Huh?" is my brilliant comeback.
"Your forehead is all wrinkled," he says as he sits on the edge of the bed, tugging the covers down. "Oh cool, you're watching Chopped."
Great, I can't even hold his interest over cooking on television.
At the next commercial break, Edward turns to me, rubbing his hand over my humongous stomach. "How are you doing in there, little girl?" he says softly. "Are you giving your mama trouble?"
"She is," I agree, "By refusing to come out. Maybe… um, maybe you can help with that."
Edward looks up at me, keeping his hand on my stomach. "You know I'll do anything I can, Bella, but I don't know how to convince my daughter that it's time to be born."
"Well, um, I've been reading up on different ways to induce labor naturally, and…"
"And what?" he asks when I don't finish.
"And one of the more common ways is… to have sex," I finish in a whisper.
"Having sex can induce labor?" he asks, sounding shocked.
"Um, yeah, some doctors and midwives think so. Something about hormones released during sex being similar to the medications used to induce labor," I explain.
"So why are you just sitting there? Let's try it," he replies with a grin.
"I didn't think you wanted to have sex with me anymore," I shrug. "I mean, you haven't asked in at least ten days."
Edward rolls his eyes. "Well, you kept saying no, so I figured why bother asking. That doesn't mean that I didn't want to. I always want to."
"Even though I resemble a beached whale?" I ask skeptically.
"You do not," he insists. "You just look like you swallowed a basketball."
"Edward, my ass has grown by several inches."
"So? I've always liked your ass, and now there's more for me to…" he replies, waggling his eyebrows. "Do you want to have sex or not?"
"Yes," I whisper. "I'm willing to try anything."
"Then turn off the TV and get naked," he orders.
My eyes widen, but I quickly hunt down the remote control and shut the TV off, leaving it on the nightstand. I reach down to the bottom hem of my T-shirt and pull it up over my head.
"Well, well, well… no underwear?"
I shrug, giving him a small smile.
"Come on and lie down," he urges, pulling me down until I'm lying on my side facing him.
"How could you ever think I didn't want you?" he asks quietly as he strokes his fingers through my hair. "I just got tired of being shot down. I still want you, baby. Always."
Edward kisses me softly, his hand moving from my hair to stroke over my shoulder and down my back. I reach out, pulling him closer to me — well, as close as he can get with my stomach in the way.
We kiss for several minutes before he reaches for one of my breasts, kneading it softly before scooting down to take my nipple in his mouth while he rubs my stomach. I'm startled when the hand that was on my stomach moves down to stroke gently between my legs.
"Do you want me to use my tongue on you?" he asks.
"I'm not sure how you can reach around my stomach." He rolls his eyes in response.
"Can you flip over, or should I climb over you?"
"Uhhh… I don't think I can move."
Edward quickly gets up, climbing over my legs. With my huge stomach in the way, I hadn't even seen that he was already hard. He settles in behind me, bringing his right arm around to rub my stomach again.
"Relax, baby," he whispers. Eventually his hand moves down, resuming the rhythmic stroking. He lifts my right leg up over his to open me up more, then continues his gentle strokes while he leaves soft kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders.
Soon, he begins pressing harder with his fingers, circling my clit. I can't hold in my moans; it's been too long since I felt this good.
As soon as I fall over the edge, Edward's fingers are gone as he grasps his hard cock, pushing inside.
"Shit," he gasps. "God, I have missed this."
He begins to thrust slowly, always gentle, as if he's somehow afraid of hurting the baby. "I love you so much, baby," he whispers as his fingers resume their movements. "Two weeks without you is torture — I have no idea how I'm gonna last six weeks without this."
"You lasted over three months before," I point out. I immediately regret my words — Edward and I really don't talk about his time in prison. He'd like to just forget it and move on.
"True," he agrees, his thrusts speeding up slightly. "At least now I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And you promised blowjobs, right?"
"Only you would think about blowjobs while we're having sex."
In response, he hugs me tighter, turning my head so he can kiss me. "You know I prefer being inside you, but your mouth is a decent substitute."
"You say the sweetest things," I reply rolling my eyes.
He chuckles, speeding up a little more. "Are you close?" I nod as his thrusts become more erratic. He presses hard on my clit and I cry out my orgasm rushes through me.
"Oh fuck," he moans as I feel him coming deep inside me. He pulls out after a few moments, flopping onto his back.
"We're doing that again every few hours until you're in labor," he announces.
"Ok by me… now go get something to clean up. I really don't think I can move."
"Yes, Ma'am," he replies, kissing me before climbing out of bed.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013, 4:37am
"Bella."
"Bella," he says more urgently.
"Hmm? What?" I ask, more than half asleep.
"You wet the bed."
At that, my eyes pop open. "What?"
"You wet the bed," he repeats.
"I did not, because I could really stand to go now."
"Well, the bed's all wet," he insists.
Oh fuck. "Edward, turn the light on." I feel the bed moving as he sits up, reaching over to the lamp on the nightstand. Sure enough, there's a huge wet spot underneath me.
"Um, I didn't wet the bed, Edward," I tell him. "I think my water broke."
'Your water…?"
"The amniotic sac surrounding the baby. We need to go to the hospital."
"Fuck, you're in labor? It worked!" he says brightly.
"Yes, yes, your magic peen worked, now help me get up and get some clothes on."
In a flash, Edward is out of bed, digging around in a drawer for a pair of boxers. I'm not sure I've ever seen him move so fast, unless it was to get my clothes off. I manage to get out of bed to use the bathroom and attempt to make myself presentable. When I come out, Edward is waiting to help me into panties and sweat pants, then reaches down to grab the T-shirt I wore to bed.
We've had a bag packed for a couple of weeks already, so he carries that out to the car, promising to come right back for me.
"Should I carry you?" he asks when he returns to the bedroom.
"You can't carry me," I grouse.
"Of course I can."
"I can walk." I wouldn't want him to throw his back out.
Edward puts an arm around my shoulders, helping me to the garage, then opens the car door for me. I want to laugh when I see that he's put a couple of towels down on the passenger seat.
"Oh fuck," I yell as we pull into the street. I'm going to assume that sharp pain in my stomach was a contraction.
"What? What is it?" Edward replies, slamming on the brakes.
"Just a contraction. It startled me. Go on."
Edward hits the gas pedal, looking at me worriedly every few seconds. "I'm fine, Edward," I try to reassure him. "Everything's going to be fine."
I pull out my cell phone to call everyone and let them know what's happening, but then I see the time and realize it's not even 5am. No point in waking everyone up when it's going to be hours yet.
It's 8am in Florida though, so I call my mom, letting her know that we're going to the hospital. Mom is planning to come stay with us for a week after I come home from the hospital, since she's off work for the summer.
Now that I'm going to be a mother myself, I have been trying to rebuild my relationship with Renee. I finally told her the whole truth about Edward, apologizing for misleading her. Of course she was hurt that I had felt like I couldn't tell her my baby daddy was an escaped convict. I haven't been able to see her in person, but I'm looking forward to her visit.
When we arrive at the hospital, Edward stops the car in front of the Main Entrance and rushes inside, coming back out with a nurse pushing a wheelchair.
"I'll park the car and be right in, ok?" he asks me, stroking my hair as he helps me into the chair. "I love you." He kisses me soundly before heading back to the driver's seat.
"Now that's a hot piece of man meat," the 50-something nurse says with a wink.
7:27am
Edward sits on my bed in the labor and delivery room, rubbing my back through another contraction. Even though my water broke, I'm not yet in active labor and my contractions are pretty infrequent. My doctor isn't here yet, but the doctor on duty says it's going to be awhile.
"Are you ok, baby?" Edward asks for about the hundredth time.
"I'm fine," I assure him. The nurses are taking my blood pressure every 30 minutes or so when they check the baby's heart rate, and it's perfectly normal, but I know Edward is scared because of what happened with his mother.
"Is it supposed to hurt this much?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Alice had some pretty vivid descriptions of labor that I'm sure you'd rather not hear about."
He pulls me to him, kissing the top of my head. When he lets me go, I can still see the fear in his eyes — he's almost making me afraid. I need to get rid of him for a little bit.
"Why don't you go be useful and call everyone now that it's not so early?"
"You mean my mom and Alice?" he asks.
"And Charlie."
Edward eyes widen as he stares at me. "You want me to call your dad?"
I roll my eyes at my chicken shit boyfriend. "We're not supposed to have cell phones on in the hospital, so you have to do it — go outside and call them."
He looks like he wants to be ill, but he leaves the room — giving me at least a few minutes of peace.
10:22am
I. Am. Starving.
Edward came back from making the phone calls reporting that he left a voice mail for my dad, but was able to reach both Esme and Alice, both of whom promised to be here as soon as they are able to rearrange their work schedules. Carlisle also said he'd stop by if he has a few minutes free during his shift. I really hope at least one of them brings me some breakfast while the doctors will still let me eat.
A strong contraction makes me stop thinking of my empty stomach. As I cringe in pain, I happen to glance at Edward's face. He's going to make me insane by the time this child is born.
"Edward, please relax," I tell him as soon as I can speak.
"I just… I hate to see you in pain."
"It's only going to get worse. I need you here beside me, but you're not helping right now."
"She's right, Edward," Esme says as she walks into the room. "Bella needs you to be strong for her. She will be fine."
Esme walks over to the bed and I notice for the first time the bag in her hand.
"Is that what I think it is?" I ask excitedly.
"It sure is," she replies with a smile, opening the bag to pull out cinnamon rolls from the bakery near her office. She's brought enough for all three of us, but I make sure to get in there first.
"Oh my God," I moan as I take a bite. "I was starving; you're a lifesaver."
Esme laughs. "I remember having a very long day with nothing to eat when I was in labor with Emmett."
"Alice said it might be mid-afternoon before she can clear her schedule. Should I ask her to bring us lunch?" Edward asks.
I nod, my mouth too full of cinnamon-y goodness to speak.
"I should probably call the restaurant, too. They knew it would be any day now."
"Good idea," I agree after swallowing.
2:02pm
When sitting on the birthing ball does me no good, I start walking around the room, trying to encourage this baby to get a move on, while Edward walks with me. He's afraid I'm going to have a strong contraction and fall. Dr. Senna came by and checked me out about 10 minutes ago, determining that I am officially in active labor, though we're still looking at several more hours.
Edward is still making me a little crazy, but he's trying. Having Esme here to explain what is happening to me is wonderful, even if it has been 25 years since she gave birth herself.
"Hello, hello!" Alice calls as she steps into the room. "How are things going?"
"Slowly," I complain.
Thanks to Edward's second phone call, Alice is a doll bringing all of us sandwiches, so we sit down to eat. But with my contractions getting worse, I can only manage half of mine.
"How soon can I have an epidural?" I ask the nurse then next time she stops by.
"Not quite yet," is her only response.
As the hours go by, Edward sits on one side of me, Alice on the other, while Esme sits in a chair nearby, trying different things to get my mind off of what is going on. When Carlisle stops by, I take the opportunity to shoo Edward and Esme out for a few minutes so I can talk to Alice.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asks curiously.
"I just wanted to thank you for being here with me. You went through this yourself just a few years ago, so it's great to hear from you what I should be expecting. It means a lot to me," I tell her, feeling myself start to get choked up.
"Of course, Bella," she replies, hugging me. "What are friends for?"
I stare down at my hands, ashamed. "I wasn't a very good friend to you for a long time. I wasn't there with you when Josh was born."
"No, you weren't there," she agrees, "But I understood why you couldn't be. I had my mom and my sister with me, but sure it would've been nice to have my best friend, too. It's water under the bridge now though. Please don't worry about it, Bella."
I nod, giving her a small smile.
7:18pm
When the anesthesiologist arrives to administer my epidural, I send the others down to the hospital cafeteria to get dinner. I'm relegated to ice chips now that I've nearly reached the transition stage.
Edward doesn't want to leave, and one person is allowed to stay, but he also doesn't want to watch someone stick a needle in my back. My blood pressure is still absolutely fine, but he can't stop worrying that something will happen to me just like with his mom.
I can't say that having a needle stuck in my back is fun, but the effects are almost immediate — so worth it.
When the group returns, they've brought a fourth person with them. "Dad!" I call out, now floating thanks to the awesome anesthesiologist.
"How are you doin', kiddo?" he asks, hugging me.
"Much better now that I have good drugs," I smile.
When my dad moves back a couple of steps, Edward resumes his place by my side, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back though I can't really feel most of it. I know Charlie makes him nervous and he wants to show that he can take care of me.
"I wasn't sure I was gonna make it time," Dad remarks. "I got on the road as soon as I could find someone to take over my shift."
"You're here in plenty of time — unfortunately. The doctor said transition can take up to three hours in a first-time mom, and then I can start pushing."
"How long will the pushing take?" Edward asks, checking the time on his phone.
"I pushed for 90 minutes," Alice pipes up.
"Hmm…"
"What is it?" I ask curiously.
"We have four hours and 15 minutes until midnight."
"So?"
"Bella, it's June 19, that means tomorrow is the 20th — my birthday. Wouldn't it be awesome for our daughter to be born on my birthday?"
"It would be more awesome for her to be born in the next 15 minutes."
10:22pm
If I could, I would jump for joy when my doctor says I'm ready to begin pushing. The gang — minus Edward — are ushered out and it's time to really get down to business.
Edward sits on the bed next to me, one arm around my shoulders while he holds my hand tightly in his other hand. I can tell he's still scared, but he's trying to remember everything we learned in our childbirth classes so he can help me along.
When I'm not able to push well, the nurses cut back on the medication in my epidural. It's more painful this way, but if it gets the baby out faster, that's all that matters to me right now.
"You're doing great, Bella," Edward whispers after a particularly strong contraction. "I love you so much. I wish I could do this for you so you never have to feel pain."
"I wish you could, too," I growl. As if a man could cope with this kind of pain…
"Almost there, Bella," my doctor calls. "I can see the head. Daddy, would you like to come see?"
Edward looks over at me, wide-eyed, squeezing my hand tightly. "You can look," I tell him when he hesitates. Slowly, he stands up, making his way to the end of the bed.
"Holy—" And he goes white as a sheet. One hand over his mouth, he comes back to me, shakily re-taking his place at my side.
I want to ask him if he's ok, but another painful contraction distracts me. When it's finally over, I turn to him. "What's wrong?" I pant.
"There was so much blood, and… and you know, a huge… hole."
I roll my eyes. "How else is an eight-pound human gonna get out?"
"Yeah, but…"
"It shrinks back."
"Promise?"
Yeah, I reach over and smack him. Hard.
Thursday, June 20, 2013, 12:01am
"One more push, Bella! Almost here."
When my next contraction hits, I bear down as hard as I can, and suddenly the enormous pressure is gone.
"It's a girl!" someone yells the moment I hear my daughter's first cry.
Tears fill my eyes as a nurse takes the baby, placing her on my chest. "Here's your daughter, Bella."
I smile down at the squirmy, messy baby, too full of love for her to even cry.
"Daddy, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Edward nods slowly, seeming to be in some sort of stupor as he follows the nurse and baby girl across the room. Once the cord is cut, he stands guard as she is weighed and measured, while I work on delivering the placenta.
After I'm cleaned up, I send Edward out of the room to tell the troops in the waiting area — if they're still awake — while the baby and I are moved to my postpartum room in the mother/baby unit. He joins us a few minutes later, looking exhausted. "They're going home," he whispers. "Your dad is gonna stay with my parents."
"All right," I sigh in relief. I'm really too exhausted to deal with everyone right now.
After I'm settled in, the nurse brings me the swaddled bundle. "Here she is!" she says brightly. "All of her stats look very good. She was 20 inches long and 7 lbs 12 oz."
"Was she born after midnight?" Edward asks.
"Yes," she nods. "At five minutes after midnight."
"Happy birthday, Edward," I whisper as he beams.
"Would you like to hold her?" she asks him.
"Oh, I — Bella can hold her first," he replies shyly.
The nurse smiles, placing my daughter in my arms. "You should try breastfeeding now while she's still awake." I nod, placing the baby against my breast. With a little help from the lactation consultant who arrives just in time, she latches on, sucking greedily.
"I'll leave you to it," she says, slipping from the room.
As the baby nurses, I stroke her soft, light hair, opening the blanket to count all of her fingers and toes. Edward sits beside me, mostly just staring at her, though he does run a pinky over the top of her head. And then he looks down at my chest, his brow furrowed.
"So, um, the milk just comes out when she sucks?"
"That's right," I nod.
"And if I suck on them…?"
"I don't think my breasts will know the difference between you and her," I laugh.
"So I'll get a mouthful of breast milk?" he asks, looking horrified. When I nod, he wrinkles his nose and I just want to laugh at him.
"You know, for some men it's a fetish to drink milk from their partner," I point out.
"Yeah, I don't think that'll be me." He stares quietly for a moment before turning to look at me. "I've never had breast milk."
"What?"
"I've never had it," he repeats.
Oh! His mom. "No, I suppose you wouldn't have," I agree quietly.
Shortly after the baby falls asleep enjoying her meal, I burp her as I was shown in our prenatal classes. The lactation consultant returns to check on us while I am wrapping her back up, pleased that everything went so well for our first time.
"Have a good night," she says. "You're doing great so far, but you can call down if you have trouble feeding her later."
"In the morning, we need to think of a name for our daughter. I'm too tired now," I say once we're alone again. We had been one of those couples who waited to see their child before deciding which name would be the best fit.
"Can we name her after my mom somehow?" Edward whispers.
I reach over to him, running my fingers through his messy hair. "Of course we can. Would you like to hold her now?" Edward still has hardly touched our daughter.
He shakes his head. "I don't want to drop her," he says sheepishly.
"You won't drop her; there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not afraid," he says defiantly — oh, he's definitely afraid.
"Try it now while you're sitting down," I tell him, holding her out to him. Edward tentatively reaches out, letting me place the sleeping baby in his arms. He stares down at her, a look of awe on his face. "She weighs nothing," he whispers.
"You won't break her," I tell him gently. Edward continues to stare at his daughter, a traitor tear falling onto his arm.
"How'd you gain so much weight if this is all she weighs?"
"How did it go?" the way-too-chipper-for-this-hour nurse asks as she steps into the room, saving my boyfriend from certain death.
"Fine, I think."
"Great," she smiles. "Are you ready to get some sleep?" At my nod, she carefully takes my daughter from Edward's arms, placing her in the rolling crib.
"We need to take her to the nursery for a little while to check her out, make sure everything is ok," she explains. "Someone will be by in a couple of hours to bring her back to you when she's hungry. She can stay the rest of the night with you then, and I'm sure she'll loudly announce when she needs to eat again or needs her diaper changed."
"Ok," I nod, exhausted just thinking about the lack of sleep over the next few weeks.
The nurse dims the light in the room as she leaves and I gingerly try to lie down. Edward does the same, curling up beside me on the small bed.
"You know they have a reclining chair over there for the father."
"I'm not sleeping away from you," he yawns, tucking me into his side. "Love you, baby," he adds softly.
9:28am
"We need to think of a name for her," Edward muses as I nurse our daughter yet again. "Something with meaning."
"I was thinking of naming her after my dad," I say quietly.
"What?"
"Charlotte — it's the feminized version of Charles," I explain.
Edward gets up, digging our baby name book out of my bag. "It means free. Charlotte."
"Well, that's perfect, isn't it?" I exclaim.
"At least it doesn't really sound like Charlie," he agrees.
"Charlotte Elizabeth," I pronounce her, kissing her chubby cheek as I burp her.
"Knock knock," Alice calls, pushing the door open slightly.
"Come in," I call, smiling when the entire gang — minus my mom, who is flying in tomorrow — follows Alice into the room.
"You look good, Bella," Esme says with a smile. I smile back, knowing she's totally lying; I probably got three hours of sleep last night.
"Does she have a name yet?" Dad asks as I carefully place the sleeping baby in his arms.
"Charlotte Elizabeth Cullen," I tell him.
"She's a beauty," he coos. "I know she's my grandchild, but I'm not biased."
"Sure you're not," I laugh.
"Hey, I know newborn babies aren't really as cute as everyone makes them out to be — you sure weren't, such a scrawny thing — but Charlotte is beautiful."
"Of course she is — she's Bella's," Edward pipes up, squeezing my hand.
I watch as Grandpa Carlisle takes his turn holding Charlotte, before he places her in his wife's arms. A few tears fall as I watch Esme with her first grandchild. "Your dad is right, Bella — she is beautiful," she says with a smile.
"My turn, my turn!" Alice eagerly takes Charlotte, smiling at the adorable little faces she makes. "She almost makes me ready to have another baby."
Edward sits beside me, pulling me into his chest as we watch Alice with Charlotte. I can tell she's the mother of a young child, because she just knows exactly how to handle her.
"Here you go, Edward," Alice says, holding the bundle of baby out to him.
"Oh, I—"
"You're not going to drop her, Edward," I sigh. "Show him how to hold her, Alice, so he stops whining every time."
Alice smiles a secret smile at me, carefully transferring Charlotte to Edward's colorful arms. He kind of holds her out in one arm, staring down at her. "I think she's gotten bigger already," he decides.
I look up as Esme smiles at me, leading the others from the room to give us some time alone.
"She's really ours," he says quietly.
"She is."
"I can't believe we made her. I don't want to screw this up," he whispers. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Shhhh…" I try to console him, rubbing his back. "We'll figure it out together."
"I love you," he says, kissing me softly. "I love you too, Charlotte," he whispers, kissing her perfect little nose.
A/N: Well, there you have it, baby Charlotte's birth. How did our Cheekyward do?
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