Forty-four

EPOV

"Cecil," I smirked. Bella rolled her eyes. "What is wrong with the name Cecil?"

"Nothing if you are a seventy-five year old, bald man with a walker," she snorted. "How about Aiden?"

"Aren't there already like seven Aiden's in your school?" I asked.

Bella sighed. "Yes," she admitted. "How about Trojan?"

"Like as in the condoms?" I snickered. Bella tried not to laugh but only managed to hold out for about two seconds.

"Ok, that's one is out," laughed Bella.

"How about Simon?"

"Simon Cullen," mused Bella. "It can go on the list of boy names."

"So what all names are on the list now?" I asked, rubbing her feet as she wrote on her notepad. She was leaning up against the pillow, small smile playing on her lips. I was laying on the end of the bed, watching her.

"Simon, Andrew, Bryson, Cooper, Hudson, and Lucas," said Bella, reading off our list. "Although, I still don't like Hudson."

"We agreed to put it on the list," I smiled, moving over and laying down next to her. "You still think we are having a boy?"

"I do," she said, tossing her notebook on to the floor and rolling onto her side. I smiled as I brought my hand over, laying it on the side of her small baby bump.

"I think we are having a girl," I said, bringing my forehead down onto hers.

"You're wrong," she whispered, bringing her hand up to my face.

"No, I'm not," I murmured, brushing my lips along hers.

"Edward," gasped Bella, as my hand brushed over her sensitive nipples.

Her cotton nightgown was doing nothing to hide her hardened nipples, which only grew harder under my palm. Bella brought her hand up, slipping her fingers into my hair and deepening our kiss. Her body was pressed up against mine, and my cock was begging to be inside her. Always to be inside of her. I slid my hand down her body, feeling her shiver under me, until my hand rested on her bare thigh. Bella moaned as I slid my hand up her leg, dipping under her nightgown and sliding my hand up her leg. Bella shifted under me, spreading her legs and silently asking me to touch her. Who was I to refuse my beautiful wife?

I slipped my fingers into her little white panties, feeling her wet lips. Bella moaned into my mouth as I slipped my fingers into her, slowly. She was always so warm, so wet. For me. Just for me. My beautiful, sexy wife. My Bella.

"Edward," she gasped, breaking her lips off of mine. "In me…NOW!"

I needed her, only her, so I pulled my fingers out of her panties and slipped the white cotton fabric down her legs, tossing them to the side. Bella took off her nightgown, slowly teasing me with each inch of skin she was showing. Her full, luscious breasts were on display, begging me to touch her, love her. I would always touch her, love her.

Quickly making do with my own clothing, I ran my hands up her legs, parting them for me. Bella's breath hitched as I leaned forward, letting the head of my throbbing erection press just inside of her. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slowly slid into her, filling her inch by inch. Her walls hugged me, caressed me inside of her. I brought my hand down, gripping her thigh as I started thrusting in and out of her, slowly and patiently. We weren't rushed. Today, we could take our time, truly enjoy the feeling of our bodies together.

"Edward," she cried out, gripping my hair tightly in her hands.

I leaned back on my heels, bringing Bella up so that she was straddling my legs with her feet planted onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head into the side of my neck. As she sunk down on me, I felt myself sliding deeper into her, filling her completely and making her mine once again. She would always be mine and I would be hers. Forever.

"Baby, I need you to come now," I gasped, feeling my orgasm burning deep. "Please!"

"So…close," she moaned, sliding her hands into my hair.

Bella pulled my head back, crushing her lips down onto mine as her body shook against me. I moaned into her mouth, letting go of my own orgasm and stilling my hips against her. Bella sighed as she pulled her lips from mine, resting her forehead down onto mine. The room was completely silent except for the sounds of our heavy breathing. I closed my eyes as I leaned in and kissed her once more.

"I love you," I murmured..

"I love you, too," she whispered. "More than you love me."

"Not possible," I laughed.

"It is," she said, seriously.

"Not," I murmured.

"Is," she smiled.

"Let's call it a tie," I whispered.

"Ok," she sighed, laying her head on my shoulder. "Guess, I have to get ready for work."

"Me too," I murmured.

Reluctantly, Bella and I headed into the bathroom and took a shower. The last thing I wanted was to leave her but I no choice. She had work and so did I. Once we were done in the shower, we dried off and got dressed for work, both opting to dress casually. My semester was over and hers was very close to being done. After making sure that she had breakfast, and ignoring her huffing about being able to take care of herself, I headed out to my car and off to work.

I parked my car in my usual parking space and headed inside the college. My office was on the second floor, above the library. Clarendon College was a very small junior college that offered students the chance the earn credit for their basic classes without costing mom or dad an arm and a leg. I unlocked my office and dumped the pile of algebra finals on my desk. I had three days to get all three hundred and fifty-seven of them graded and submitted. Then I would have a nice six week long break and I could nothing but be with my wife. I was looking forward to it more than anyone knew. Except for Bella.

Now that she was in her seventeenth week, Bella was finally getting some of her energy and strength back. She was able to eat normally and she had never looked so beautiful. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled, she smiled all the time, and her tummy poked out. That was my favorite part of her change. Seeing her baby bump, our baby, growing inside of her. I'm sure I sounded like the biggest pussy around but I loved watching her carry our baby. The proof of our love.

I had been in my office, grading finals for about an hour when someone knocked on my door. Without even thinking about it, I hollered for them to come in. As the door opened, I saw Jessica walking into my office. Just fucking great, I thought.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped, heatedly. Jessica rolled her eyes as she shut the door.

"I just wanted to talk to you," she sighed. She moved over and sat in front of my desk.

"I don't have anything to say to you," I said, shortly. "Get the fuck out."

"Edward, stop being so dramatic," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I am not being dramatic," I hissed, standing up. "I want you out of my office and out of my fucking life!"

"You were never this angry when we were together," she smiled.

"I wasn't this happy, either," I spat. Jessica pursed her lips together as she looked around my office. "What are you really doing here?"

"I don't really know," she sighed, looking back at me. "You're different."

"It's called being in love," I said.

"You were in love with me once," she murmured.

"No, I wasn't," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "I loved you, Jess, but I wasn't in love with you."

"And you're in love with this woman?" she asked, quietly.

"Deeply," I said. Jessica nodded her head. "Why did you come back?"

"I heard you were getting married," she said, shaking her head. "I was fool for letting you go."

"It would have never of worked between us," I replied. "You wanted more than I could give you."

"How can you be happy here?" she asked. "This town is suffocatingly too small."

"It's not," I said.

"You will never go anywhere in this town," she said, snidely. "You will end up wasting your life away here at this school when you could have been great."

"By being a doctor?" I asked. "I told you a million fucking times that I didn't want to be a goddamn doctor."

"You used to never speak like this either," she pointed out. "In all the time we were together, I never heard you curse."

"Of course, you didn't," I snorted. "I barely got a word in with you around."

"Wow, you were never this mean, either," she muttered.

"What did you expect, Jessica?" I asked. "You fucking cheated on me, in our apartment, with some…kid."

"He was twenty," she said, defending herself.

"You were twenty-four and a grad student. He was barely a sophomore," I snapped. Jessica looked away. "How could you do that to me?"

"I don't know," she muttered. "I…I felt like you were pulling away and…You were going to leave me behind and live a life of mediocrity."

"I wasn't going to leave you," I said. Jessica looked over at me.

"You already had," she said. "I was wrong, Edward. I wish I could go back and change it but I can't."

"No, you can't," I muttered.

"You're really happy now?" she asked. "Teaching math to a bunch of kids who can barely count and being the dutiful little husband to that woman."

"That woman is my wife, Jessica," I said, testily. "She's the love of my life, my best friend."

"You said I was once," she sighed, wistfully.

"I never said that," I argued.

"Not in so many words but the intent was implied," said Jessica.

"Only to you," I murmured.

"You aren't the same Edward I knew and loved," she muttered, shaking her head.

"You're right, I'm not." I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. "Jessica, I'm happy with Bella. She's amazing and I need her."

"Bella," she murmured. "I remember you talking about her. You always said she was like your sister."

"I was lying to myself," I said. "And to you, too, I guess. I never saw how much I loved her until she came back to me."

"She's a lucky woman," said Jessica.

"I'm the lucky one," I said, smiling. Jessica moved over to the door and looked back.

"You are really happy here in this town with her, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," I said. Jessica shook her head.

"I don't get it but I guess that doesn't really matter," she muttered. "Take care of yourself, Edward."

"You, too, Jessica," I said, sincerely.

Jessica turned and walked out of my office, shutting the door behind her. I leaned back in my chair once again and took a deep breath. I certainly had never wanted to see her again but it felt good to finally say what I needed to say to her. It felt like a boulder had been lifted off of my shoulders. Perhaps there had been.

By the time I packed everything up for the night, all I could think of was getting back to Bella. I loaded the last half of finals into my bag and headed back out to my car. The sun was just starting to set and the air was chilly. It was the beginning of December and as I drove through town, I noticed that more and more people had started putting Christmas lights up on their houses. I parked my car in the driveway, next to Bella's, and headed inside.

Bella was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. She had an electric throw over her legs and her laptop wide open on the coffee table, typing away. She looked up at me as I shut the door and smiled. A beautiful, sensual smile that she didn't even realize she had. I set my bag down behind the door and shrugged off my jacket, hanging it up and going over to Bella. I laid down on the couch behind her, leaning around her for a kiss.

"How was school?" I asked. "Book fair go ok?"

"It was…" Bella trailed off as she smiled, "…chaotic but incredible. To see all those kids get excited about books, it made me smile."

"I bet," I said, quietly.

"How was your day?" she asked, twisting around and looking at me. "Did you get your finals graded?"

"Almost half," I chuckled. "Part of me felt like I had really taught these kids something and then the other part wanted to smack them for the dump answers they gave."

"Don't go smacking them," giggled Bella, smiling widely. As much as I hated to, I knew I had to tell her about Jessica. Honestly was too important to both of us.

"Jessica came to see me," I said. Just as I knew it would, Bella's smile dropped. "Bella-"

"What did she want?" asked Bella, fear creping up in her voice.

"You know what she wanted," I said, quietly. Bella nodded her head and turned away from me. "You know that I am never leaving you."

"I do," she murmured, quietly.

"You know that I love you and only you, right?" I asked, desperate for her to confirm that I loved her.

"Of course, I do, Edward," sighed Bella, looking back at me. "But I hate that bitch and I don't want her fake tits anywhere near you. She's clearly not over you."

"But I am so over her," I smiled. "Bella, you are all the woman I want or need."

"I know," she murmured again. "I'm telling myself that you really mean it, too."

"I do," I said, quietly.

"What sounds good for dinner?" asked Bella, pushing the blanket off of her legs and standing up.

"Baby, talk to me," I begged, scrambling off the couch.

"I just…" Bella trailed off. "I don't like her being near you. She hurt you and I don't want her to do it again."

"She won't," I murmured, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. "All I want is you and our baby. All I need is you and our baby."

"Tell me again," she whimpered.

"All I need is you and our baby," I whispered.

"Again," she cried, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Just you and our baby," I murmured. "You both are my life, Bella. You are me."

"I love you," she cried, pressing her face into my chest.

"I love you," I said, meaning every it more than I ever had.

"Show me," whimpered Bella, looking up at me. Tears swam in her eyes and I could see the need for reassurance that she was my life, that I only loved her. "Please, show me."

I didn't say anything as I swept my wife in my arms and carried her into our bedroom. Taking my time to remove our clothing, I let my hands tell her how much I needed to touch her. Laying her on the bed, I let my lips tell her how much I needed to kiss her, taste her. Making love to my wife slowly, I let my body show her how much I need to always be with her, loving her.