Chapter 23

BPOV

I ran my hand over my ever-growing belly, staring at the clock on my phone and knowing that in a half hour Edward would call to FaceTime with me. "I miss your daddy so much, little girl," I said to her.

We'd talked about it most nights, but we still couldn't decide on a name. We had at least compiled a list, though. I opened the baby name app on my phone, scrolling through the names we'd saved. I read them off, hoping that maybe she'd somehow tell me what she thought. "What do you think, baby? Elizabeth? No? What about Julia? I don't like that one, but—oh, this one is my favorite so far. Mackenzie—" I gasped, feeling a kick against my hand.

"Oh, my God," I breathed, dropping my phone to the side and holding both hands to my belly. "You're really in there, aren't you? Do you like that name? Mackenzie?"

I felt another little kick just as my phone rang; I scrambled for it, accepting the call.

"Hey, mama!"

"Edward!" I gasped.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Oh daddy, what did you do!" I cried. "Where did your beard go?"

"Bella—"

"No! Don't you Bella me! Put it back!" I yelled. I knew I was being ridiculous and irrational as the tears streamed down my cheeks, but I couldn't help it. Between feeling our little girl kick without him and the fact that I loved his beard, I was a mess.

"Oh, mama, please don't cry, you're breaking my heart. You know I can't do that. I'm sorry, I should've warned you. It needed a trim, though. Those lights are like fire up there on stage. It's not my beard that's bothering you, though, is it?"

I pouted. "Yes, it is."

"Bella."

"She just kicked, Edward. I was talking to her about names and she kicked—like really kicked. I felt it against my hand, and you're not here—" I couldn't even finish my sentence before a fresh round of tears began.

"Oh," he whispered. The pain on his face was easy to see. "What name was it?"

"Mackenzie. It was probably just a fluke, but I was talking about the other names and then I said that, and she—oh! She just did it again."

"I bet that was amazing. Can you put the phone down by your belly? I want to talk to her."

"Sure." I kicked the covers off, pulling my shirt up over my belly. I wasn't huge yet, but it was obvious now that I was pregnant.

"Hi, baby girl," he cooed. "I heard you're starting to act up a bit, huh? You need to be good for your mommy. Don't keep her up too late, let her get lots of rest, and I'll be home as soon as I can."

I closed my eyes, letting my hand rest on my belly, and not even bothering to stop my tears as he spoke to her.

"Bella?" he called after a few moments had passed.

"Mm?"

"I have an exceptional view of your tits from down here, you know."

"Edward!" I laughed through my tears.

"Oh, laugh again, that made them even nicer." He chuckled. "Bring me back up, I want to see that pretty face and beautiful smile." I knew he was just trying to lighten the mood and get me out of my funk, but his words had lit a fire inside me.

"I miss you, daddy." I sighed. It seemed these days I could go through every emotion possible in a couple of minutes, and then suddenly I'd be so horny I thought I would explode if I didn't find some form of release. This was why lately, more often than not, our video chats ended up in phone sex.

"God, I miss you, too."

"What do you miss the most?"

He leaned against the headboard of his hotel bed, groaning. "What don't I miss? I miss the way your lips taste, the way your breath feels while you whimper and moan in my ear, begging me to go faster, harder."

"Mm, God, daddy, I miss feeling you inside me. I need you." I slid my hand down my body, dipping my fingers inside my panties. "Are you touching yourself yet?"

"Yeah." His voice was husky and filled with want.

"Let me see. I wanna see your cock. I want to see when you come."

"Fuck," he grunted as he angled his phone so I could still see his face while he wrapped his hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, his thumb running over the head each time. "Take your shirt off, I need to see your tits," he demanded.

I dropped my phone for the second it took to whip my shirt off, then positioned it the best I could to get everything in the picture for him.

The groan he let out as his eyes raked over my body sounded almost painful. "Shit, I can't wait till I'm able to be balls deep in you, feeling your nails scrape down my back. Do you want that, do you want daddy's cock?"

"Yes, daddy," I hissed, biting my lip and letting my fingers slip back into my panties, running my fingers through my slick folds and finding my clit.

"I bet that sweet little pussy is dripping wet for me, isn't it?" he growled, his strokes picking up speed. "God, I'm gonna devour you the next chance I get, you hear me? Fuck, are you close? I don't think I can hold on much longer."

"Almost. Tell me, daddy, please," I panted.

"Come for me, Bella."

"Oh God, I'm so close—please."

"Come." He let out a deep moan. "Come with me," he pleaded as he found his release.

I cried out, tensing as my orgasm wracked my body.

—BtMO—

"Angela and your mom want to throw me a baby shower."

"I know. Mom called me, and I told her it was a great idea."

"I don't know, Edward." I sighed. "I know that guys rarely go to those things, but it feels weird without you here."

"Bella, you'll regret it if you don't do this, you know you will."

"I don't feel like setting up a registry."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Really? You don't want to look at all those cute little dresses? You don't want to pick out furniture and toys?"

"Not without you," I whispered.

"Look, I'm making no promises, but I'll look at the schedule and have my mom plan it for a day that I might be able to get there. Your end of the deal is that you start on the registry and that you go through with it, regardless if I'm there or not."

I could feel my heart racing in my chest at the thought of him being home. "Oh, Edward—"

"No promises, Bella, but I'll try."

"Yeah, okay. I'll work on the registry tomorrow," I promised.

"Good. You need to get some sleep. I love you."

"I love you, too, Edward. Goodnight."

I knew that it was a stretch, that it most likely wouldn't happen, but just the thought that he wanted to be here to share that moment with me meant everything.

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