A/N: (MATURE CONTENT) Ye be warned. :) If you are not interested in serious lemon/smut please skip reading at EPOV. Otherwise – enjoy!


"Did you open everything?" I went for innocently sweet. He dropped the shirt, his face was blank as he stared at me. I shivered. Please don't hate me, please don't hate me

Edward reached back into the bag, never ever taking his eyes off of mine. I felt like I was gasping for air while I watched him. He pulled out the wrapped tissue and broke eye contact for less than a second to register what he had in his hands and I was then somehow sitting on the dining table with him between my knees, his hands gripping my waist in the most deliciously painful way. "Emmett – don't come in here. As a matter of fact, take the evening off and stay at any hotel you'd like on me."

"Yes sir." I heard Emmett's smiling voice from the other side of the door. It took less than a minute for him to leave through the back.

"Isabella…" Edward purred as he kissed my neck. My head lolled back and I sighed.

"You're not mad?" Great – stupid question you schmuk! Way to ruin the mood, I thought to myself.

"Isabella Marie Cullen. I could never," he kissed my forehead. "ever be mad for something so magical. Are you OK with this? It is quite soon." His face was riddled with concern.

"I was just so worried you wouldn't want any more kids! You already have three wonderful children, why would you want more?" I dropped my gaze to his chest.

"Isabella, look at me." He demanded, gently. I looked him in the eyes again and chewed my bottom lip. "This is something that we created," he ran his hands up my sides and pulled me to his chest in a crushing embrace. I felt the same way – I couldn't get close enough to him. "This is the product of the absolute undying, unending love that we have for each other. This," he pulled back and sank to his knees before me, pulling me closer so he could rest his head against my abdomen. I choked out a sob I'd been holding in and he kissed my stomach before looking up at me. "You told me once that there was no way in this world you could ever give me as much as I give you. Bella…" he stood, bringing my dress up with him raising it past my thighs, his hands never leaving my body. "This is more than I deserve. Are you sure you're happy?"

I cried harder. He just looked at me patiently. Sweet goy baby Jesus I was verklempt! I took a few deep breaths and blubbered, "I am so unbelievably happy! I was so scared at first, Edward. I thought you'd be so angry, but seeing how happy you are I think my heart is literally going to explode." I grabbed one of his hands and pressed it to my chest so he could feel how hard my heart was beating. "I just hope this little dumpling takes after their father because I don't hold a candle…"

Edward stopped my ramblings by damn near shoving his beautifully magical tongue down my throat. I let out some sort of feral moan, like that kiss drew out all of the nerves and all of the bad thoughts I had since I found out I was pregnant. I gripped his shirt, I might have gouged his skin, but I needed to hold on to something. He was making me weak in the very best way.

EPOV

Dinner was delicious, but I knew something had to be going on. The house was quiet and empty, and the way the dining room was set up I knew Bella was up to something. I thought, perhaps she was needing me as much as I was needing her now that we were both back to one-hundred percent health. I couldn't have ever imagined how my life would be altered in such a short time.

When Bella gave me the little gift bag I couldn't imagine what she was giving me. However, when I pulled out the shirt that said Executive Producer of Baby Cullen my brain shut off and I think I had one of those infamous heart palpitations my lovely wife is always talking about. I can't imagine what I looked like, I must have scared the hell out of my sweet love, but I just couldn't wrap my brain around what I was seeing. That was until I finished opening the gift. The second I saw the shape of the item in the tissue my heart went from palpitating to exploding with more love than I ever could have dreamed.

And she said she could never repay me for all I have done for her. I beg to differ. Now, I was indebted to her and planned on attempting to be her equal for the remainder of my days.

She was rambling about something - I'm sure it was important - but I just couldn't get my hands, mind or mouth off of this goddess before me. When she finally said she was afraid I'd be angry, and then that she hoped that the child would look like me I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to show her just how happy I was, just how beautiful she was. I may have been a little rough when I captured her mouth with my own, but the sound that I elicited from her spurred me on. I quickly laid her back on the dining room table, at the head of the table where I sat daily, and lifted her dress which revealed some of the most delicious panties I had ever seen. She was completely wrapped in blue – my favorite.

I pulled away from my assault on her mouth and stared into her glittering brown eyes and lowered myself to my knees. I nuzzled my nose to her most delicate skin and she arched off the table with a shudder. I smiled. These were probably new and I hoped to see them again and again, so I gently removed the tiny layer of lace and kissed my way up her calf, to her inner thigh, and finally I reached my destination. I looked up and saw my beautiful wife staring at me with hooded eyes, her mouth slightly open looking at me like I was new. Without breaking eye contact I delved into her folds, tasting her sweet pleasure on my tongue. I would never – ever – get tired of how her body craved and called to me. If I was being honest, mine craved her more than it ever should, but I would never complain.

I lapped greedily, suckling her most sensitive skin. She whimpered above me, beginning to shiver. I slipped one, and then two fingers into her and curled them connecting with that spot I knew would make her scream. I was not disappointed.

"Holy fucking fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" She shrieked as her body exploded around me. I couldn't help but grin. That was a new one, I thought as I lapped up her orgasm.

"Isabella?"

"Eh?" She replied, how precious?

"I want to make sweet love to you." I purred as I stood and kissed her soundly. She groaned into my mouth, her tongue greedily battling mine. I pulled away and she whimpered again. "But right now, I want to fuck you on this table so that every single time I sit here I will remember what you look like sprawled across the mahogany screaming my name."

Her eyes flew open and she sat up abruptly pulling her dress off with lightning speed. She began removing one of the most glorious bras I had ever seen and I stopped her. "What?" She breathed.

"Let me." I grinned. I wasn't entirely sure where this animal came from, but she wasn't complaining so I wasn't going to stop. I pulled her roughly to the edge of the table and tore off what I was wearing. I couldn't wait any longer to feel every inch of her against my bare skin. When she teetered on the edge of the table she gripped my shoulders. I kissed her neck, her collar bone, and then in one fluid motion unclasped and removed her bra revealing all of her to me. That porcelain skin of hers was just touched with tan from our sunburns making her glow – that or it was the gift inside of her. "Lie back, love." I said, trying to keep my voice even. She did as I asked and I let my hands brush down her soft skin until my fingers gripped her hips.

In an instant I was buried deep inside of her. We both let out shouts of pleasure. I would make it up to her later, but I needed to be in her hard and fast, right now.

"Edward?" Bella gasped.

"Yes, my love?"

"Make me scream." She grinned. I grinned right back at her and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder so that I was as deep as I could get. Between her news, the way she felt, the way she looked and the sounds she was making it wasn't going to last long. True to my word, though, I got her to scream my name loud enough for the surrounding neighbors to hear. I followed directly behind her and pulled her down on my lap as I sat in my chair.

"How was that, dear? Did I succeed?"


A/N: So, that was hot! Phew, I'm going to need a very cold shower after that one. What do you think? Do we like kinky Edward or romantic Edward better?