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~~edward~~

"Bella," I say as I step off of the elevator. God, she's a sight for sore eyes.

"Edward," she whispers.

"You're going up?"

She nods, "I'm so tired. And Matt needs to rest."

Jasper claps me on the shoulder, "Go ahead. I'll buy you some time."

I step back onto the elevator with Bella, hugging her tightly. She tilts her head up to kiss me. It's a soft, welcome home, kind of kiss.

I place a hand on Bella's waist and the other on Matteo's back. "How is he?"

Bella smiles, "He's good, he just ate. So he will be sleeping for awhile."

Just what I wanted to hear.

We reach the apartment and I open the door, Bella walks straight to the bedroom. Laying Matteo in his crib, and covering him with a blanket. I'm watching her from the doorway as I loosen my tie.

My wife turns around and the look in her eyes is feral. My cock is suddenly straining against my pants.

Bella unzips her dress and it falls to the floor as she walks toward me. She is still wearing the black heels she had on last night, and my eyes travel upward. Her long silky legs, black lacy panties, with a matching bra that is barely holding her in. Her hair is in messy curls down her back. How the hell did I get so lucky?

Her fingers are unbuttoning my dress shirt, removing my cuff links, pushing the shirt off of my shoulders, pushing my wife beater up and over my head. She quickly moves to my belt and then she's pushing my pants and boxers off at the same time. Before I know what's happening, she's on her knees and my dick is engulfed in warmth. I grab onto the door frame to keep myself upright.

Her mouth feels so fucking good on me and it takes all my strength to pull her up.

I push her panties down her legs, and she kicks them off as I pick her up, with my good arm.

I toe off my shoes, and step out of my pants and carry her toward our bed. I try to lie her down gently, but she ends up bouncing a little. Giggles escape her, making me smile. I climb over her, positioning myself at her sweet spot.

"Baby, I'm not gonna last long," I say, and push into her.

She bites her lip and moans and I feel my cock swell and grow thicker, if that's even possible. She has this effect on me, I never know what to expect because every time with her is special and unique and amazing.

Her hands are splayed open against the comforter and I push the cup of her lacy bra out of the way so I can suck on her beautiful tit. It feels bigger. We just found out she's pregnant, but I can already feel the changes in her body.

The thought of her body changing to accommodate our child, makes me wild, out of control. I push into her more roughly. My mouth travels over to the other breast teasing her, laving it. I love they way she looks in this moment; the black lace is an outline to her luscious breasts, her pink tips standing at attention, taunting me, her face is flushed, her bottom lip is between her teeth, and her eyes...My God, her eyes are telling me she's as out of control as I am.

I need to come, I need for her to come; Now. My hand travels along her body to her hot spot, the little bud that will push her over the edge. And I need this to happen quickly, I'm not going to last much longer.

My fingers travel along where we're joined, and I shiver. My thumb is wet, and I rub her in slow circles. Slow but tight, feeling her twitch. "Please, baby. Please," I gasp.

"Touch us again, where we're joined. That's so fucking hot," she whispers. One of her hands is wrapped around my shoulders, while her other hand tangles with mine. Our fingers on my cock and her lips. I groan, rough against her skin.

I feel her finger moving in quick circles, and I can't hold it any longer. "Bella..." I groan out, and speed up, moving erratically to ease the tightening. She tightens around me and her breath catches and then she's fluttering and her body is tense and shaking against me, and I explode, punching the mattress.

I feel weak and I'm fucking wheezing; I need to stop smoking.

I roll us over, so her weight is lying on top of me, not wanting to separate from her yet.

She's resting her head on my shoulder, and we are slick with sweat, and I can feel how fast her heart is beating, "I love you," I say in her ear, not able to contain the words.

She places a kiss over my heart, "I love you, too."

She looks up at me, leaning up to kiss me, and I see that her luscious breasts are still on display. "Fuck, baby. You're tits look amazing like this. You should dress like this around the house for me."

She looks down and laughs. "Okay, baby. Just for you, when Matt's not around."

Oh yeah, the kid. "Yeah, when he's not here. We need to get a babysitter, like twice a week."

She laughs again, and the sound is so beautiful. It brings a smile to my face. "You're so beautiful, baby."

Her cheeks pink, and she kisses me softly. Within minutes I'm hard again, and my beautiful wife is riding me, and grinding against me. Damn, I'm a lucky man.

~~u~~

I walk into my parents' place only a little bit late. Jasper is sitting on the sofa sharing a drink with my father. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Tanya leans in and kisses my cheek, Emmett is in the hallway waiting for her.

"Take care of Isabella, she's been a little off the past couple of days. I hope she's okay," Tanya has been a good friend to her.

"I will, she's sleeping now but I will keep an eye on her," I say, kissing her cheek also. "Thanks a lot, for everything. You've been really great, Tanya," she blushes, and I laugh.

She shakes her head but smiles and gives me a small wave, Jasper stands up and I walk away as he says goodbye.

I roll my neck and walk over to my father, shaking his hand.

"How's Isabella?" he asks.

"She's okay. Sleeping. I want to spend the next few days with her, if that's possible." I sit down on the sofa, resting my head against the back.

"Peter contacted Bella last night," my father says, abruptly. He doesn't lead into it smoothly like he normally would. My head shoots up to look at him, as Jasper sits next to me.

He nods, "she ran down here banging on the door, and then handed me the phone. He says Marcus was working with the Aros, but he was not. Marcus was trying to use Isabella as his get out of jail free card. Just like they did with her mother. It backfired, obviously, and it seems that he's dead now. Peter said he was found dead in a New York hotel room."

Holy shit, why didn't she tell me. Well, we didn't really talk, did we?

"He said that he and Charlotte have been in Mexico. He heard about the Aros dropping out and decided to come back to Chicago, and he called Isabella as soon as they checked into a hotel room. I sent him to Isabella's apartment and asked Rob to go check on Charlotte. Paul is waiting for them there. He'll keep an eye on them until we can get there."

He walked over to the window and looked outside. "If his wife is in labor, we'll give it a couple days." He turned to me and leaned on the window sill. "Isabella understood that there was a possibility that they won't make it. She asked me point blank, and I told her I couldn't make any promises. But she'll probably want to see them. Take her over there, if she wants. Maybe they'll talk to her. But she knows that either way, they cannot stay in Chicago."

I nodded.

"Alright," I said quietly. "So everything else?" discreetly asking about New York.

My father smiled and laughed, "Fucking fantastic. Daniel and I are going to meet on Tuesday. We made a huge dent in the Aros foundation. Financially, it will take a long time for them to return to their previous status. Daniel is coming here with one guard. And I made it very clear that I would not hesitate to take him out if he tries to pull a fast one."

I was smiling, I knew it. I fucking knew it went off without a hitch when that damn detective picked us up. Jasper and I fist bumped and laughed.

"The Cap was pretty pissed when we were leaving the station earlier," Jasper said calmly.

My father snorted, "Yeah, that fucking Chief thinks he runs this city. He's going to learn the hard way that he does not. Add the Aros into it, he'll be lucky if he keeps his position much longer."

I stood up, and walked over to my father. We exchanged a hug, and my father kissed my cheek.

"These last few weeks have been hell. I'm glad you are okay, a little beat up, but okay. Go home to your wife and son. Let's talk sometime tomorrow. Rob should be calling me later with news on Peter and Charlotte," he shook his head. "We'll just have to see, Edward." He nodded toward my brother, "Jasper will go with me to talk to them and I'll let you know. Your brother is like a human lie detector, so hopefully he'll be able to see how truthful they're being."

He clasped my shoulder, "talk to Isabella about this. She knows what could happen, don't try to protect her. It won't make it any easier in the long run."

"I will," I answered, smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Carlisle chuckled, and I walked out, cupping Jasper's shoulder. I made my way back to the apartment, so happy that I can finally share a bed with my wife, and wake up to her beautiful face. I'll be able to spend some quality time with Matteo, something that has been lacking in the last few weeks. But with all of the Aro business finally tied up, things should be pretty quiet for awhile.

It will be another five years before any of the families try something like this again. My guess is that they will not fuck with our family for at least ten years, knowing that we took out the top three faces in the Aro family.

Alec has all daughters, but we'll keep our eyes on them too. You never know if they will hold a grudge and decide to come after us when they're older. But that's okay, I have a son and another child on the way. The younger generation will be so much smarter than this one, so I have no fears. They will represent our family well.

I lock the doors and make my way toward the bedroom. Bella is sitting up in the middle of the bed, pillows piled against the headboard behind her, Matteo in her arms.

I stand at the end of the bed, watching them. My heart feels swollen with the love I feel for them. Bella's eyes are closed, but Matteo is wide awake. He's content in his mother's arms, as his eyes take in his surroundings. He is still so tiny, but he does a little more than just sleep now.

I walk around the bed and snap a quick picture with my phone, before sitting on the edge. Bella's eyes open, and her arms tighten around our son, and when she focuses on me, she smiles.

"Beautiful," I whisper, leaning in to kiss her.

"Let me take him for a while. Get some sleep, baby," I move my hands under hers, cradling Matteo's head and she slips him into my arms.

"I love you," she says, kissing my chin as I adjust the baby. "I love seeing you with him," she sighs.

I flash her a bright smile and wink, "Okay, you sleep. I'm going to talk to the boy about women and fast cars."

She laughs, and Matteo kicks out his legs, looking for her. She gets up on her knees, "I love you, baby boy," she says, kissing his chubby face. "I love you, too," she says against my lips.

"Get some rest, mia moglie bella. (my beautiful wife.)

She settled beneath the blankets, and I grabbed an extra blanket from the crib and Matteo's pacifier and walk toward the living room.

"Alright, little man. Let's bond," I could hear Bella giggle from the room as I watched the little boy in my arms gave me the most beautiful, toothless smile I've ever seen. I laughed and settled on the couch, flipping on ESPN. "First things first, football highlights."

~~jasper~~

I walk into the dingy bar, it's after one in the morning. The place is getting ready to shut down, the bartender looks at me and nods.

I make my way toward the back, and walk through the storage room to a little office.

Seth is sitting on the little couch, his head leaning against the back as he stares at the ceiling.

"Hey man," I call out, he startles and jumps up.

"Hey," he shakes his head. "Sorry, I zoned out a little there." He stands and shakes my hand before sitting back on the couch.

I lean against the desk, "So, what are you hearing?"

He shakes his head, "The Feds went over Cap's head, they wanted to pick you guys up and tag you with all of the deaths around town and in New York." He chuckles, "the agent that interviewed you told the chief to go fuck himself. He said it was stupid to pick you guys up tonight without knowing everything that went down back east. Cap called the mayor and told him that the chief probably fucked up any case they may have had against you guys by jumping the gun and picking you guys up. Man," Seth's laughing out loud now. "When the baby Fed tried to argue, Cap looked him and said," he is laughing again but settles down enough to make a gruff voice. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really think they caused all that shit in New York, had time to catch a flight, pick up their girlfriends, stop for dinner and have a glass of wine?"

"This is going to be bad press for them. The Tribune is already all over this," Seth raised his head to look at me. "You're gonna have reporters all over you. It's already been leaked to the paper that you guys were picked up for a series of events that happened in New York. An event that it would have been impossible for you to be at, considering you were with your girlfriends in Wicker Park."

He pulled a paper out of his pocket and handed it over to me, "They've been working through information all night, trying to tie it to you. But there were no familiar names on any of the airlines from New York to Chicago. Or any familiar names in any of the surrounding states. There were, however, names of people associated with the Santorossi family on some of the flights out of New York tonight."

Seth smiled, and I laughed. It fucking worked. IT FUCKING WORKED! Having the guys use aliases associated with another family was fucking genius. "Fuck yeah!"

Seth laughed, "Feds should cut there numbers here in the next few weeks. They'll be at your brother's wedding, but that's to be expected, yeah?"

I nodded, "Yeah, thanks man."

He nodded and sat back down on the couch. It was quiet for a few minutes before Seth cleared his throat.

I looked up at him, "Are you sure this is what you want? What about Leah?"

He turned to the side. "I'm doing this for Leah. She is everything to me. The assholes I work with killed her mom, my wife. I can't just stand by and fucking pretend that I'm okay. I can't work next to them anymore."

I stared at him for a long moment, not speaking. I thought about the first time I met Seth.

I was on the sidewalk outside of a restaurant in Midtown. Seth was leaning over a woman, screaming for someone to help him. I looked over at him and turned, I was going to walk away. Get away from the scene. But he looked me in the eye, crying and pleading. "Please, please..." I closed my eyes, unable to walk away.

I pulled out my phone calling 911. Seth was inconsolable, and I couldn't leave him. Something about him prevented me from leaving.

We sat in the waiting room while his wife, Emily, was in surgery. He was rocking back and forth, pulling his hair.

"I'm a detective, CPD. There's been some shit going on in the department. I saw one of the guys in the restaurant. He was with his mistress," he laughed, sobbed. "His fucking mistress. He saw Emily and me, in the restaurant and he walked up to us. Emily knows his wife, so yeah, she was surprised. He threatened me, subtly. Placing a hand on Emily's shoulder, kissing her cheek."

He cried, and pulled his hair. "When we walked out of the restaurant," he was gasping for air, "when we walked out, I don't know what happened. I didn't see anything but there was a shot. One single shot."

He fell back against the chair, his hands covering his face, sobs wracking his body. I remember my eyes watering. I remember wanting to cry with him, for him.

"One fucking shot!" he yelled.

I wrapped my arm around him, and he fell into me. I leaned in and spoke quietly in his ear. Explained that I could help him, but it would come at a price, it would change his life.

The doctor walked in at that same moment, "Mr. Clearwater, I'm so sorry..." I didn't hear the rest of the doctor's words. Seth's eyes were connected to mine.

"Do whatever the fuck you need to do. I'll tell you whatever you need to know," he wiped his face roughly. "I have to pick up my daughter."

His body sagged, before bending at the waist as sobs took over his body. The doctor had left the room. Seth pulled a card out of his wallet and handed it to me.

"I have to..." he trailed off, "I have to see my wife and then pick up my daughter."

The man was a mess. I couldn't imagine losing someone close to me, or what it would take to raise his daughter alone. "His name is Ronaldo Velasques. The man who killed my wife is named Ronaldo Velasques."

And he walked out of the room.

"Yeah, I'll set it up. Bring Leah on Sunday. Church at 11:00am and then we have Sunday dinner with the family."

He nodded, "Jas." He was choked up, no doubt remembering the same things I was.

I pulled him into a hug. "I know, man."

He pulled himself together and nodded, before walking out of the office quickly.

I sat for a few more minutes, getting myself together before calling my father.

When he answered, I simply said, "He's in," before hanging up.

~~bella~~

I opened my eyes slowly, the room was dark and I was warm. Too warm. Edward's leg was covering both of mine and his hand was cupping my breast. I felt sweaty, but so happy that my husband was in bed with me.

I lifted my head to see the clock on the bedside table, 4:21am.

I ran my fingers over the hand that was holding me. Edward's fingers twitched, and he readjusted himself, closer to me.

I moved my fingers to his leg. My short nails trailing along his thigh. His cock stirred.

The feeling had me squirming next to him.

He moved his leg, stretching out a little bit, "Baby," he murmured.

"Edward, I want you," I whispered

He groaned, but seemed to snap out of his fog because he was hovering over me before I had a second to think.

His fingers trailed along my body, as his mouth sought out my lips.

His fingers found my moist center, he hummed and sat up, pulling my panties down and shedding his boxers. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, angling my body onto his thighs and pushed into me.

I gasped, oh God. He always feels so good inside of me.

His fingers were gripping me tightly, but he was moving slowly, almost relaxed. His fingers started to loosen and travel along my body, before finally settling on my stomach. The look in his eyes softened, and his movement stopped. He adjusted himself so that he was hovering above me.

"I love you, Bella, so much," he pushed back into me and whispered, "so much."

Tears welled in my eyes, and I could feel the wetness on my temples. This man, this gorgeous, dangerous man, fell into my quiet, sad life completely unexpected. His love has changed my whole world, he's made is so much better. Colors are brighter, flowers are more fragrant, images are more defined. And moments like this, where he is completely unguarded and I can see his heart, make me fall more in love with him.

I raise my hand to his face, rubbing my hand over his stubble. "Ti voglio bene, più di quanto io abbia mai conosciuto era possibile. Tu sei il mio cuore e la mia anima." (I love you, more than I ever knew was possible. You are my heart and my soul.)

His lips hovered above mine, his eyes searched mine, and his smile was the most amazing thing I've ever seen directed at me in my life.

His movements sped up and his lips attacked mine, his tongue soft against mine. He kept the sighs and whimpers that escaped me for himself, absorbing them into his body. This was so much more than making love, this feeling was...all I could feel was him. His skin against mine, his breath in my mouth, his heat rubbing against mine, his eyes boring into my soul. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered except the two of us.

The needy feeling I had when this started was gone, and my body felt warm with this new kind of love I was sharing with my husband. He stopped moving again, and we shared soft kisses, words of love against each other's mouths. Our lovemaking turned dreamy, as if we never wanted it to end. His hands worshiped my body, as I pulled him tighter against me, not wanting an inch of space between us. His lips were everywhere, his love blanketed my body, and I couldn't stop whispering I love you over and over again.

We finally worked each other up enough to fall over the edge, but we didn't separate. We lay together talking; planning our future and picking baby names. It was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. I can only hope to have more like this, but even if I don't, I am grateful to have had this one. It will last me a lifetime.

~~u~~

"Baby, let's get out of the house for a little while," Edward said, as he walked into the bathroom where I was pulling Matt out of the bathtub.

"Hi little man," Edward smiled as he tickled Matt's tummy. This of course, along with the cold air, had Matt streaming urine into the air; thankfully not at me.

I squeaked and Edward laughed. "Edward!"

"Nice job, buddy. We'll work on that when you can stand on your own," Edward said and picked up Matt's hand, giving him a mini high five.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I can't believe you said that."

"What? All boys do it, it's like a rule or something."

I carried Matt into the room as Edward cleaned up the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" I asked, it would be good to get out for a while. And a drive sounded fantastic. Maybe dinner.

"I don't know. I thought maybe we could just take a drive, stop if we want or not. I just want to be alone with you guys."

I nodded and put on Matt's diaper. And then picked out warm clothes for him, careful not to choose the Eskimo outfit that Edward still laughs at.

Edward packed a diaper bag and asked me to take a quick look to make sure he grabbed everything, and I threw a few extra bottles into the bag, just in case.

We all got into my Audi and took off. Matt fell asleep as soon as we started driving and Edward and I conversed quietly. We talked about everything that had happened over the past few weeks, the upcoming wedding and the Thanksgiving holiday.

After a little while we both quieted, enjoying the drive. We held hands over the middle console and listened as Al Green's voice filtered through the car.

About thirty minutes later, Edward pulled off of the highway. We were still in the city, but a little further away from the apartments where the family was currently staying.

Edward drove through a nice neighborhood in North Chicago, not far from Wicker Park. He made his way slowly through the streets, before slowing and then stopping in front of a house. He parked, and turned off the car, and then shifted in his seat to look at me.

I could feel his eyes on me as I looked at the home in front of me, a beautiful Greystone that was updated but had to have been built more than a hundred years ago. The front door was a heavy honey colored wood with windows, and there was a small balcony just above it. There were planters placed just so, next to either side of the door. And the trees and shrubs planted along the sidewalk were full and mature.

"Edward?" I asked.

He reached for my hand, "I've been thinking," he said quietly, before kissing the inside of my wrist. He seemed to be trying to get his emotions under control. "I want a place that we can come home to every night, a home where we can raise our children, a home filled with love and laughter and our children's voices." He looked up at the house for a moment. "I have been thinking about it since we brought Matteo home, and now that we are expecting," he said, emphasizing the point by placing his hand on my stomach. I immediately covered his hand, encouraging him to continue. He smiled, "I really want to be settled somewhere before the baby gets here. I want to create a home with you, Bella."

I smiled at him and my eyes teared up, "I want that too," I whispered.

He leaned in and kissed me softly, twice on my lips before leaning his forehead against mine.

"I saw something come through my office that this property was available, so I made an appointment for us to see it. I know it's in the city, but I don't know..." he trailed off, looking up and down the street. "I like it, you know?"

I looked at the tree lined street, and then back up at the house before nodding. I did understand. From the exterior, it was welcoming. I turned back to him with a smile. "Let's go look."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me. "Yeah?" he asked, excitement shining in his eyes.

"Yeah."

"You're going to love it, I just know it."

He jumped out of the car and opened my door before pulling Matt out of the car seat.

As soon as the front door opened, I knew. The house was inviting; cozy and warm. And it was huge. There were five bedrooms, five bathrooms, four floors, a lovely patio outside and the kitchen was gorgeous. Granite counters, stainless steel appliances, a breakfast bar right near the work station. I could see my children sitting here doing homework, while I made dinner.

I simply stood in the kitchen, looking around, imagining my family in this house. Hearing the children running upstairs, seeing Edward sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the morning, imagining summer nights drinking wine out on the patio. I smiled.

Edward walked up behind me, Matteo sleeping in his arms. "So?" he asked, "what do you think?"

"Edward," I said so quietly, it was almost a whisper. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Yeah?"

I laughed, angling my face to kiss him again and said yes against his lips.

When we left the property that night, our offer had already been accepted by the owners. A quick sale, a bank transfer, and a move in date of four weeks. Just in time for Christmas.

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a/n: Hi everyone! I hope you're having a great week. So here is the next chapter, a little longer than the last one. I hope you enjoy it. I posted a little early because I will be out of town this weekend and I won't have my laptop.

Let me know what you guys think of this one. I was listening to a lot of oldies with this one, Otis Redding and Al Green - I think the mood of the music blended into Edward and Bella.

Alright, enough of my rambling. Thanks to all of you for the reviews last chapter! I haven't had a chance to respond to everyone, but I'm working on it. Until next time...