Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.

Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.


"That's right, baby. This shit ain't for the weak." I laugh, pouring chocolate topping over my salad—salad made of pickles, tomatoes, corn and chicken. It has some mayo, too, and I'm debating if a little ice cream will work or not.

Edward's turning greener by every ingredient I add to my delicious salad.

"I'm not weak, woman!" he defends himself. "The question is if you're nuts?"

"NUTS!" I shout. "That's a good idea now."

"Fuck me sideways," he mutters, taking his snack out of the kitchen.

It's his fault I made myself this salad. He's the one who decided it was time for a snack, two hours after we ate a copious lunch at my mom's place.

"Hold on to that thought!" I shout after him. "Let me eat first."

"I'm in the dining room, and I dare you to come in here with that horrid food of yours!" he yells back.

Just to see what he could do, I take my bowl and walk to the dining room. His eyes widen when he sees me stepping into the room.

"Fuck, Bella. It stinks."

"Get used to it. This is just the beginning," I say dismissively, plopping down on a chair at the opposite end of the table.

See?

I can be considerate.

After all, I love him and if this truly makes him sick, I don't want to cause him too much distress.

"If you're a good sport and allow me to eat here, I might give you a little present." I give him a sultry look.

"You're not playing fair, though right now nothing can make me be around that horrid smell...unless..."

I nod, grinning.

We're both thinking the same thing. I hope.

After our wedding night, only once again I attempted at giving him head, and succeeded.

Once in a very long while, it's not that bad. Besides, this is Edward. I think I'd do anything for this man.

We eat in silence...a few bites.

"Can you push the salt to me?" I ask sweetly.

"Do you really wish to see me sick?" He grumbles as he gives the salt shaker a push toward me. It slides smoothing until it bumps into my bowl and falls, spilling salt.

"Aw, dude! This means bad luck…as in a fight."

"It doesn't unless you think it."

"Already thought it." I put some salt on my food then continue to eat.

Edward finishes his sub and points upstairs, silently telling me where I can find him. Once I'm sated, I put what's left of my salad in the fridge, before joining my husband upstairs.

He's on the bed, probably dozing—hands bent behind his head, eyes closed, feet dangling off the bed.

I'm happy he decided to change in a pair of shorts when we came back home. It gives me better access for my intentions.

I crawl up the bed and then straddle his thighs, my fingers loosening the ties of his shorts. He helps me take them off by lifting his ass. All the while his eyes are closed but there's a light smile on his face.

I bet he is not expecting me to go down on him.

When I press his half hard cock to his stomach to give me better access to lick under it, Edward gasps, his dick twitching and growing in my hand.

"Bella?"

"Shh. Just enjoy," I whisper, flattening my tongue over his length until I reach the mushroom head and wrap my lips around it.

"God, baby!"

I give a small cheer at myself. Even though I don't particularly enjoy doing this, I know to him it feels amazing, so I try to focus on giving him pleasure. My fingers tighten around the base of his dick as I start taking him a little deeper in my mouth. He moans loudly—his muscles straining as if to not buck his hips. I appreciate it. When I feel him at my throat, I back up not sure how my body will react if I gag now. I don't want to totally ruin this.

So I pull off, going to give his balls some attention. They tighten under my lips and Edward's hand grasps my shoulder.

"No, stop."

"Stop?" I echo him, sitting up on my knees. I wipe the corner of my mouth where I feel some drool. "Did I do something wrong? Shit, I didn't hurt you, did I?" I ask, horrified.

"Contrary, baby. I can't hold much longer if you keep teasing me like that," he tells me on a hoarse voice.

"I was just getting started." I pout.

"How about you lose your pretty panties and let me take you for a ride?"

I grin at him, shuffling out of my panties. They are pretty—black with small red hearts. I got them on sale last time I went shopping.

He raises the hem of my shirt, making sure to touch my stomach. It's like a magnet to everyone. There's a bump, let's touch that.

It gets old pretty quickly. Of course, not with my husband. He knows just how to touch it, and it makes me feel beautiful. He sits up, takes my shirt off and envelopes me in his arms.

"You get more gorgeous by the day, baby." His hands cup my breasts—they've filled out a lot.

"You too. Since last week when you started going at the gym with James. You're buff." I stroke his biceps and pecs.

"I've gotta do my training for when the baby comes."

"How heavy do you think they will be?" I ask amused, looking down at my stomach.

Edward puts a hand on the side of my bulging tummy. "They will get pretty heavy. Besides, my once toned stomach lost the six pack with all your food."

"My bad. I'll stop cooking," I joke, wrapping my fingers in his hair and bringing him closer. Our lips meet halfway and I melt. I love every single kiss we share.

He helps me shuffle forward a little then lowers me on his hard cock.

Fuck.

Nothing compares to this first moment of sex, when he enters me so slowly and carefully no matter how the romp will go.

I think we're going for slow, since his hand squeeze my ass cheeks tightly moving me up and down excruciatingly slow. I press my chest to his. My nose nuzzles his neck, as I whimper at the sheer pleasure that courses through me.

One of Edward's hands moves to my back, caressing my extra sensitive skin, before he lowers me on the bed. My head is lolling off the mattress, but I don't care because he wraps my legs around his neck. This means fast, hard and needy—exactly what I want.

"Brace yourself," he grunts, leaning over me to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

Then he starts moving and...sweet baby Jesus I explode on spot, my body being too wound up. Edward merely hisses when my muscles squeeze him, but he doesn't stop.

My hands flail around until they slap on his back and I drag my nails over his skin. The mental image of the red lines my nails are leaving on his back is a great turn on, which propels me to a huge orgasm. Edward rubs my clit, slapping his hips against mine so hard and fast, I move a couple inches, almost fearing for myself. I don't want to end up on the floor.

When he grunts loudly, cursing and shouting my name, spilling his seed inside me, that's when I explode, my back arching off the bed, before I sag in a boneless mass.

"Are you okay?"

I nod in response, snuggling next to him.

"Can you talk?"

I shake my head, giggling.

He pecks my head, before relaxing on the bed and sighing loudly. "That was awesome."

I nod in agreement. "Shh, now's nap time," I slur out, already half asleep.

When I wake up, I'm alone in the bed.

The baby decides it's time for food. Again. I blame him for getting so fat.

After shrugging in Edward's Daddy in training t-shirt, I head downstairs.

Only when I arrive in the kitchen I realize we have guests. Jasper is pleading Edward to do something, to which Edward seems to deny it vehemently.

"Hey, Jazz," I greet him, walking to them and wrapping my arms around Edward, kissing between his shoulder blades and inhaling his manly scent. He wraps his arm around me, hugging me close.

"Hey, Bella!" Jasper smiles. "He doesn't want a present!"

I elbow Edward—grumpy hubby of mine. "I want a present."

"Hear him out and you won't want it anymore," Edward mumbles.

Jasper holds his phone out for me. "This is our present for you two."

"What's the occasion?" I ask, amused, taking the phone to see better.

WHOA!

A puppy.

No.

Not dogs.

Not anymore.

I squeeze my eyes shut and hand him the phone back. "No dogs. Please."

But the damage is done.

The puppy's face is printed to my brain. Brown fur like milk chocolate, blue eyes and that sad little face. So small and cute.

"No, Bella!" Edward hisses. "Don't give in, baby."

"Am not," I mumble, though that puppy... "Damn you, Jasper!" I moan. "I need bleach."

"What the heck is wrong with you two? You're both heartless! This pup needs a home! Our place is too small."

"We're not fucking heartless!" Edward snaps. "We have a heart, that's why we don't want it. We'll suffer when he dies."

"Wow, man!" Jasper makes a face. "Seriously. This cuteness has only a few weeks and you think of it dying?"

He's right.

So, an hour later, we're singing another song.

We drive to his and Alice's apartment where she's entertaining the puppy. After a few hours, we leave their place with the puppy in tow.

We still have some toys and things from Slob, but we have to stop by the store and buy him food for his age. On Monday, we'll have an appointment at the vet for his shot and seeing if he needs anything else.

A new puppy is all we needed right now.

Damn it. We're too easily influenced and too soft when it comes down to dogs.


Pics of the puppy in my group.