Forty-six
Today was Christmas. Edward and I were laying lazily on our bed, listening to the snow fall onto the roof, splattering against the windows. He was resting one of his hands on the left side of my belly while mine was on the right. The baby, I mean babies, had been moving since the grey light started spilling into our bedroom. Edward was desperately trying to feel them.
I'm pretty sure I was still in shock. There really was no other word that described the feeling that was inside of me as I reached down and rubbed my swollen belly. Yep, pure fucking shock.
"Anything?" I asked, quietly.
"No," he whispered, laying his head on my shoulder. "I guess the baby, I mean babies, don't want me to feel them."
"You will," I murmured, placing my hand over his. "We still awhile before they will be here."
"I know," he said, laughing softly. "I still can't believe we are having two babies."
"Me either," I said, nervously. "We need so much."
"Two of everything," he added. I nodded my head, even though he wasn't watching me. "Do we have them share a room?"
"What?" I asked. Edward leaned up on his elbow as he looked at me.
"Well, we are having a boy and a girl. Should they share a room? Or have their own?" he asked, seriously.
"I would say that since they are going to be tiny, that having them share would be a good idea," I smiled, rubbing my belly. "Besides, they're playing pretty nicely in here right now."
"You're right," sighed Edward. I gasped, mockingly and brought my hands up to my lips.
"Did you just admit that I was right?" I asked. "Did it hurt? Do you need an aspirin?"
"Hardy har har," he said, dryly, flopping onto his back. I smiled as I moved over, straddling him. Edward's hands automatically slid up my legs, under my nightgown, finally resting on my hips. "Bella."
"I love you, my darling husband," I murmured, placing my hands on his bare chest. Edward with no shirt on was like heaven on earth. "You are going to be an amazing father."
"You really think so?" he asked, quietly.
"I know so," I whispered. "They are going to love you." I smiled. "And have you wrapped around both of their fingers."
"No doubt," he laughed. "I love you, too, my beautiful wife. You are going to be the best mom. Just like Renee."
Tears filled my eyes. "Do you think she would have been excited about the babies?" I asked, sniffing them back. I did not want to cry on Christmas.
"Oh, yeah," replied Edward. "She would love them so much." I nodded my head, knowing he was right. "Come on, love. Let's go shower so we can head over to the see the family."
Edward slid off the bed, and held his hand out to me. Blushing, I placed my hand in his, letting him pull me off the bed. We made our way into the bathroom. Edward leaned over and turned on the water, letting it warm up as we stripped off our clothes. While it was a seemingly innocent act, we were saying so much.
He once again offered me his hand and helped me into the shower, sliding his arm around me as he climbed in behind me. As the warm water washed over me, Edward let his hands roam over my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me. He cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned, laying my head back on Edward's shoulder.
"Edward," I gasped, breathlessly.
"I love how full your boobs are," he murmured, letting his lips slide across my shoulder. "Your skin tastes fan-fucking-tastic."
"You're driving me insane," I moaned, pressing my ass into him.
I could feel his cock pressing into my ass, begging for my worship it. I wasn't about to say no. Turning in Edward's arms, I dropped to my knees in front of him and gripped his cock in my hand. Edward moaned, slamming his hand onto the wall, cursing under his breath. I looked up at him through my lashes as I leaned forward, sucking just the head of his delicious cock into my mouth.
"Baby, please," he begged. "Don't tease me." I smiled as I slid him into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat. Edward's head fell back as he groaned. "Jesus fucking christ."
Edward's cock was fucking amazing. Having in any part of my body, whether it be my mouth or my warm pussy, was astounding, stupendous, and every other adjective that I could think of. Edward was panting, shifting his hips slowly as he pushed himself into my mouth. He was clenching and unclenching his fists over and over, trying to put off his release but I wanted him to come. I slipped my hand in between his legs, fondling his balls.
"Bella," groaned Edward, pulling me off his cock and onto my feet.
I almost complained but the look in Edward's eyes stopped me; wild and completely turned on. He spun me around, pulled my back into his chest. Placing his hand on the base of my spine, he pushed gently, silently ordering me to bend over. I was more than willing to follow his silent command. Gripping my hips in his hands, Edward filled me, quickly.
"FUCK!" I cried, or screamed. I wasn't sure which as I was too absorbed in the filling of Edward's cock inside of me.
"Are you ok?" he asked, pulling back until he was almost out of me completely.
"Don't stop," I begged, slamming my hand on the wall in front of me. "Please, don't stop."
Edward pushed back into me, hissing from the angle in which he filled me. Words completely failed me and all I could do was moan like fucking porn star as Edward took my body, fucking me hard and fast. It felt amazing. Edward slid his hands from my hips around the my breasts, tugging on my nipples. I cried out again. My nipples were extra sensitive thanks to the pregnancy and Edward seemed to be loving that little detail.
My orgasm was fast approaching as Edward continued to take me hard. I slipped my hand down between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it. He hissed as my fingers grazed him, causing him thrust harder, go deeper, and grunt out my name. Total turn on.
"Baby, let go," he urged, pinching my nipples.
"FUCK!" I screamed, slamming my hand on the shower wall as my walls clenched down and I came hard. "Oh, motherfucker."
"Bella," grunted Edward, stilling his hips as he found his release. "Merry Fucking Christmas, Baby."
"Merry Christmas, indeed," I murmured.
An hour later, Edward and I somehow managed to get out of the shower and get ready for Christmas with our family. I would have been just as content on staying home and spending all day in our bed, naked with him inside of me. My cheeks burned as I thought about Edward and I making love all day.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Edward, slipping his arms around my waist. "You're face is bright red."
"I was just thinking about staying home," I admitted as I turned in his arms. "With you, and our bed."
"Tempting," he murmured, leaning down and kissing me. "But Alice would be beating down our front door and I don't want to deal with the pixie's wrath."
"You're right," I grumbled.
Edward gasped and brought one of his hands to his mouth. "You just admitted I was right," he teased. "What has the world come to?"
"Such a smart-ass," I snorted, shaking my head. "Ok, let's go."
Edward laughed as he picked up the bag of presents we were taking over to his parents' house and led me out to my car. He put the gifts in the trunk while I climbed in behind the wheel, muttering as I had to scoot the seat back a little. Before long, I wouldn't be able to fit behind the wheel at all. As Edward climbed into the passenger seat, he had smirk on his face. The bastard knew this as well and was counting on getting to drive my car. I cursed him under my breath.
A few minutes later, and one fishtail on an icy road, I pulled my car up in front of Carlisle and Esme's house. Edward climbed out of the car and came around to help me out, holding on extra tight seeing at the road was very slick. Edward slid his arm around my waist and kept his other one on my arm as we headed up the front walkway. I wanted to tell him that I could walk on my own but I knew he was just being overly cautious because of our babies. Just one more reason I loved him.
When we walked into the house, we could hear everyone in the kitchen, talking together. Edward and I shrugged off our coats, gloves, and hats, and headed in there. Alice was the first to look up at us. She took one look a the black yoga pants and grey t-shirt I was wearing and scowled, just as I knew she would when I decided to go for comfort over style this morning.
"Don't Alice," I said, stopping her before she got started. "I'm comfortable."
"Fine," she said, dismissively. "I don't care anyway."
"Yeah, yeah," I snorted, rolling my eyes as I looked over at everyone. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart," gushed Esme, making a beeline for me. Instead of hugging me, she placed her hands on my belly, leaning over so that she could kiss it. It was awkward. "Hello, Baby. Tell your mommy and daddy to tell us if you are a boy or a girl."
"Mom," sighed Edward.
"Don't mom me, Edward," she scolded, standing up and glaring at her son. "You and Bella have been keeping this information to yourselves for three days and I want to know."
"Three whole days, Mom?" asked Edward, teasing her. "How could we be so cruel as to make you wait three whole days?"
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "Clearly, I failed you as a mother."
"Oh, Esme," I laughed, hugging her. "You will find out soon enough."
"But I want to know now," she whined. Everyone else was laughing with us. Even Esme, who was trying very hard not to.
"Ok, ok, time for presents!" squealed Alice, jumping up.
"Wait!" I said, putting my hand up. "I want to give my dad his present in private. Please," I added.
"Oh, ok," she said, giving a look. I merely smiled at her. "I guess we can wait a few more minutes.
"Thank you," I beamed.
Alice sat back down next to Jasper, who slipped his arm around her shoulder. Charlie gave me a look, like he was scared I was going to share some porn with him or something. Edward ran back out to the car and grabbed out gifts, setting them under the tree. He handed me Charlie's gift before kissing me and going back into the kitchen. When we decided to wait until today to share our news about the babies, Edward and I agreed to tell each set of parents on our own, in our own special way.
I moved over, kneeling on the floor in front of my father and placed his gift in his hand. "Merry Christmas, Daddy."
"Merry Christmas, Honey," smiled Charlie. He ripped off the silver and red Christmas paper and dropped it on the floor. Pulling the lid off the box, he gasped and pulled out what was inside. Charlie sat there, staring at the small silver picture frame in his hands. As he looked up at me, his chin trembled and a tear fell from his eye. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked.
I smiled as I shifted over and leaned up to him, leaning my head on my father's shoulder. "Yes, these are your grandbabies, Daddy," I murmured. "Aren't they beautiful? A girl and a boy."
"Of course they are," he said, gruffly. "They look like you."
"Are you saying that I look like an out of focus blob?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at my father. His eyes grew wide, like he just realized what he said.
"No," he gasped. "I meant that you are beautiful, Honey."
"I believe you, Daddy," I laughed, sitting back on my feet. Charlie smiled as he looked back down at the picture in his hands.
"Twins." He shook his head. "You mom would have been thrilled to be getting two babies."
"You think so?" I asked. Charlie snorted, and pulled me up onto the couch next to him.
"Oh, yeah," he chuckled. "She wanted a house full of babies."
"She told me," I murmured, laying my head back on his shoulder. My father slipped his arm around my waist, holding me as tight as he could. "I'm kind of scared."
"What are you scared of?" asked Charlie.
"That I won't be a good mom," I mumbled. "That I'll forget to feed them, or change their diapers. What if they never learn to walk or read? What if I hurt them? Dad, I can't do this!"
I was panicking.
"Calm down, Honey," he said, leaning back on the couch, pulling me back with him. "Now, it's normal for you to be scared and worried, but none of that is going to happen."
"How can you be so sure?" I asked.
"Because I know you, Bella," he laughed. "Do you remember when you were around six and we got that baby lamb?"
"Cotton ball," I smiled.
"Yeah, Cotton ball," laughed Charlie, shaking his head. "From the moment we brought that little lamb into the house, you momma'd that little fella until he was bigger than you."
"But we are talking about two babies, Daddy, not a little lamb," I sighed.
"I know," he said, quickly. "But you will be the best mom around. I'll go as far as saying that you'll be even better than your own mom."
"I don't think that's possible," I murmured. "Mom was pretty amazing."
"She really was," agreed Charlie.
My father and I were distracted by Rose's very loud squeal from the kitchen. Charlie was on his feet immediately. I tried to be but I wasn't moving as quickly as I normally did. He reached down, grabbing my hand and pulling me up, smiling but not making fun of me. We rushed into the kitchen and found Rose sobbing in Emmett's arms, who had fallen to his knees and was holding her.
For a moment I was scared that he had said something or inadvertently done something to upset Rose but the smiles and tears from Esme and Alice made me think other wise. Carlisle had his arms around his wife, holding her into his body as they smiled down at their son and Rose. Alice was facing Jasper, smiling through her own tears. Edward was standing behind Emmett, watching them. He, too, had a huge smile on his face.
"What the hell is going on here?" I half-way yelled, looking from the two people on the floor and up to my father. Charlie had his hand covering his mouth, clearly trying to hide his own smile. The jerk knew what was going on and hadn't told me.
"He asked me to marry him," cried Rose, standing up. She thrust her left hand in my face, showing off the large, diamond solitaire engagement ring resting on her ring finger. I grabbed her hand, looking from the ring over to Emmett, who had stood up and was beaming. Emmett Cullen was actually getting married.
"Well, fuck me raw, hell must of froze over," I muttered, causing everyone to burst out laughing. I pulled Rose into my arms, hugging her as tightly as I could. "I'm so happy for you, Rose."
"Thank you, Bella," she cried. "I never would have gotten here without you."
"Oh, Rose," I murmured, shaking my head. "If you hadn't told me to get my head out of my ass and see that I wasn't…" I trailed off, not wanting to think about that night. "I'm just really happy for you."
"Thanks, Bella," she whispered.
I went over to Emmett, who was still smiling like a fool. "Wow, Em, such a big step." I commented.
"I love her, Bella," he said, seriously. "I knew the moment I saw her at the square that I was going to marry her. I've been waiting for her all my life."
Emmett was so sincere that he brought my to tears. There was so much that I wanted to say to him, but all I could do in this moment was fall into his arms, holding onto him. "What the hell?" he asked.
"So…sweet," I cried, hiccupping. "Never…knew…you…you were so…s….sw….sweet."
"Yeah, I'm a big marshmallow," He said with uncertainty.
"She's just a little emotional," whispered Edward, pulling me away from Emmett and into his own arms.
As he lead me out of the room, I heard Charlie tell Emmett that he had better take care of his daughter or else. Edward led me over to the couch, sitting down with me in his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder, letting my tears dry up as I brought my hand up to his face, needing to be close to him, but unable to get close enough.
"When I found myself in the hospital that night," I whispered. "I wanted to die. I hated myself for losing the baby and letting him get the best of me. I hated myself for fighting back and not just letting him kill me."
"I'm glad you fought back," he murmured, running his fingers through my hair.
"Me too," I said, softly. "Em's going to be a good husband to her."
"She'll be a good wife for him," added Edward, sliding his hand up to my tummy. As Edward and I were sitting on his parents' couch, holding onto each other, the babies in my tummy started pushing against his hand. Edward gasped as he looked right into my eyes and smiled. "I felt them."
"It's amazing, isn't it?" I asked, laying my hand over his. "This is our family, Edward."
"Our family," he murmured, ducking his head into my neck. "Our perfect little family."