I´m such a liar, this is so not a drabble fic! Lol! But as long as you guys like it, who cares! First one of the day!
DISCLAIMER: STEPHANIE MEYER OWNS TWILIGHT!
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?
Chapter 54
BPOV
Being pregnant had its disadvantages, especially when you had such fierce protectors like Esme and Sue, scolding you at every turn.
They were in full Mama Bear mode and wouldn´t allow me to lift as much as a finger to help with preparing Thanksgiving dinner. Alice and Rose had opted to do their dishes downstairs at Alice and Jasper´s condo, so I was pretty much on my own.
I´d be lying if I said it was all bad.
After I broke down like a crazy person from their gentle, yet firm scolding, I was given a very important task.
One that I took very seriously!
Several times I had to shoo Emmett out of the kitchen because was trying to come between me and my work.
Like that was going to fucking happen!
"Mmm," I let out a moan that would rival any porn-star´s. "Esme, these yams are to die for; it would be a crime to add anything else to them." I gave the yams five and half stars and mentally checked them off my list before reaching for another clean spoon.
What?
Being named the official taste tester of Thanksgiving dinner was a very prestigious title!
I took my job very seriously!
I think it was a little too seriously actually.
In my post-food-orgasmic haze, I growled at Brooklyn for sticking her chubby little fingers in my spoonful of mashed potatoes. "Brooklyn, no," I thoughtlessly scolded her while pouting like a petulant child. "Those were mommy´s mashed potatoes." I whined without an ounce of shame.
I looked absolutely ridiculous arguing over a tablespoon of potatoes with my two-year-old.
Sadly, my brain was overwrought with pregnancy hormones and that did not compute.
"Mean, mama… mean, mama…" Brooklyn chanted squirming relentlessly to free herself from my grasp. "I no like you… you no share… I not your friend mommy!" She huffed at me and toddled away when I let her little body slide to the floor.
My bottom lip quivered, and my eyes filled with tears. I couldn´t believe what she said to me. Of course had I been thinking clearly I would have realized that she was right; I was being a big fat meanie!
Edward chose that precise moment to come strolling in the kitchen looking like sex reincarnated. Immediately, my mind went into the gutter, and images of this morning played in my mind.
Damn, he was fine!
Focus Swan! My conscience scolded me.
Oh yeah, my bad!
I squeezed my thighs together, in an attempt to snuff out the growing brush fire in my nether regions. My eyes zeroed in on the beautiful little bronze-haired cherub in his arms and suddenly I was a blubbering mess again. "I´m such a terrible mother," I wailed pitifully, covering my face with my hands.
My daughter had just all but told me that she hated me!
What if she was right?
What if I was a mean and selfish mother?
Visions of slamming doors, and a screaming teenager began to play on loop in my mind. Let´s face it; there would be times in the future when I had to say, "No".
Would she hate me for trying to protect her by being a responsible parent?
Would she resent me for not being her biological mother?"
Suddenly, my very large and spacious kitchen wasn´t so large and spacious anymore, and I was finding it difficult to breathe. Tears streamed down my face in a torrent, and could feel the panic simmering in my chest. "Bella, baby," Edward´s gasped worriedly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You have to calm down, sweetheart. It´s okay, you are a wonderful mother." Nothing he did made it better. His voice was overshadowed by the load roaring in my ears.
It wasn´t until I felt a pair warm soft hands cupping my tear soaked cheeks did I open my eyes and return to reality. "I wuv you, mama," Brooklyn´s sugary sweet voice sang. "No cry… no cry mama… peas…" She cocked her little head to the side for emphasis, and I was a goner.
Pulling her into my arms as best I could with my protruding belly, I rained down kisses on every inch of her sweet little face I could reach. "Mommy is so sorry, Brook," I apologized profusely. Her beautiful curly locks stuck to my damp cheeks, but I could care less. Inhaling deeply, I greedily sucked in a lungful of her Johnson & Johnson´s Cocoa Butter and Shea scent. "Oomph…" I squeezed her gingerly. "Mommy loves her little princess so much. Can mommy have kisses?" I needed to be absolved, and there was no better way than my baby girl´s sweet kisses.
"Wuv ooo… wuv ooo… mama," my silly girl sang, squeezing my cheeks together like a fish. Placing her puckered lips to my own, she showered me with wet sloppy kisses. I was in heaven! "Mmm… whaaa…. Mmm… whaaa…" she sang each time her lips connected with mine. After planting a few more noisy kisses on my lips, she leaned her tiny forehead against mine. "All bewda?" She asked giving me a serious look.
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. My girl was nothing if not observant. That was precisely the same question that I asked her when I kissed away her owies. "Yes, baby," I answered proudly. "You made mommy allll better!" I tickled her sides, soaking up her little baby giggles.
"Pot-pot, mommy," she stuttered out through her winded breaths.
I knew exactly what that meant. She and Gunner had begun potty training, and where Gunny had several accidents a day, Brooklyn took her training very seriously.
My little diva hated anything damp or cold touching her skin. She´d even learned to take her pull-up off, so when she said she had to go, it was best that you let her go. "I´ll take her," Sue´s quiet voice came from in front of me. "Why don´t you let Edward help you get cleaned up."
"Yeah sweetheart," Esme seconded. "I think we can handle things in here for a while. Go ahead shoo," she all but pushed me out of the kitchen.
I´d all but forgotten about my little audience, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment when I realized that I´d had a complete psychotic meltdown in front of everyone. Turning my head, I buried my face in Edward´s muscular chest.
Pulling a squealing Brooklyn from my arms, Edward passed her to Sue. The moment Brooklyn was out of my arms, my nostrils were impaled with a highly concentrated dose of Edward´s intoxicating scent. "Huh," I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his hardness brush up against me.
Looking up in confusion, I was met with a pair of smoldering green eyes. "God, just watching you be a mother to our children," he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His warm cinnamon breath caused hot flashes to erupt all over my skin. "Fuck, baby, I need to be inside of you, now!" His words were almost inaudible, but my pussy heard them loud and clear.
His quiet declaration incited a riot in my body. Nipples pebbled, cheeks flushed, pussy gushed, the muscles in my stomach clenched painfully; I was achy with overwhelming need and desire. An equally quiet "Please" slipped from my lips, as somehow my lip found itself prisoner to my teeth.
We were halfway the bedroom when Edward threw out over his shoulder, "Let us know when dinner´s ready!" Not waiting for any type of response, he pushed the door closed and turned the lock.
Dropping to my knees, I thought it best to start by giving Thanks!
After all, it was Thanksgiving!
I´m off until Tuesday, there´s no reason why we shouldn´t be able to put this baby to rest! See you later on in the day! Leave me love! Thanks to everyone who´s been reviewing, it means a lot that you guys love what I do!
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