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Innocent Until Proven Guilty Chapter 42

We had literally just fallen asleep when my phone started ringing. A part of me wanted to ignore it but no one was stupid enough to call this late in the night unless it was an emergency. If it had been Edward's phone, I would have turned back around and gone back to sleep. If his phone rings in the middle of the night, it means he's got a job to do. If my phone rings in the middle of the night, it means there's an emergency.

"Someone better be dying, I swear," I grumbled as I blindly reached out for the phone. I tried clearing my throat a little before I picked up. My voice hoarse from screaming his name out just an hour ago.

He chuckled behind me and snuggled into me closer.

Jerk.

"Hello?" I couldn't bear to even look at the screen to see who it might be.

"Bella! The baby! It's coming! BELLA!" I've never heard Emmett's voice go so high before. I shot up, nearly knocking Edward out with my elbow.

"Shit shit shit. We're on our way!" I shouted back and jumped out of bed.

"What's happened?" My gorgeous husband asked once I hung up. He had propped himself up on his elbow, squinting up at me. His hair was disheveled from my fingers running through it and gripping it in throws of passion.

I tried to clear my head from thinking about what we've been up to an hour ago. Now definitely wasn't the time.

"The baby is coming," I hurried out to say as I was trying to find my clothes. It wasn't easy when all of our shit was still in boxes.

We had moved into our new home today…well technically yesterday. Our family and friends helped us haul ass out of the penthouse and into our newly renovated home. It is everything we wanted and more. It felt like it was never going to not be a construction site. We went to Jasper when it came to finding the best contractors because we didn't want a half-assed job. We paid top dollar for them and they had followed my every whim to a T. God knows I've put them through the wringer as I kept changing my mind on a few of the rooms. In the end, the blank canvas that it was, was everything we dreamed of.

I loved how much Edward had been a part of this with me and didn't leave all the planning to just me. I valued his input and I wanted him to feel like he could easily change something he didn't like. We would spend countless nights going over design ideas and we had spent hours with interior designers to try and turn our vision into reality. Until one day I had enough and fired the lot of them. Yeah, they had contacts in the right places, but they couldn't envision our home the way we did.

I took over planning and Edward backed me up the whole way.

Our mothers helped of course and more than once I had to reign them in from talking the contractors into building a nursery for a baby that wasn't coming. They kept trying to sell the idea to us that it would be good to have it installed now and not have to worry about it in the future. We didn't want that hanging over our heads though, that pressure to start a family. Because we were definitely getting it from both sides of our family. Even Charlie kept hinting at wanting a grandchild to spoil. Carlisle had even taken it upon himself to spam Edward with emails on things he could do to boost his sperm count.

They were crazy. But I loved them.

Since buying the house, taking over the club, Edward opening a new club, my graduation, things have been happening non-stop. We were constantly going 100 miles a minute.

Vegas felt like a distant memory, the only reminder being Edward's bullet wound and the constant presence of the detectives. They either didn't know how to be inconspicuous or they were purposefully making themselves known to us whenever we went out. Some days it felt like they were our personal security.

I was also pretty sure Detectives Black and Call saw Edward and I have dirty car sex when I got my license back and Edward had my car delivered to the club.

I had been knee-deep in paperwork and resumes for the new place when he marched into the office and asked me to follow him. I squealed with excitement when he told me there was a surprise for me out back. I was sure my jaw hit the floor when I saw my Corvette parked next to his Vantage.

He threw the keys to me and asked if I wanted to take it out for a spin. I squealed with excitement, jumping around on the spot and didn't hesitate before I ran towards the driver's side and got in. The smell of leather was overpowering. It was just the way I had left it. Once Edward got in, I wasted no time speeding out of the alley and showing him just what my baby could do.

The rush of driving again got my juices flowing and it wasn't long before I needed to stop somewhere so I could ravish the passenger sitting next to me. I parked in an underground parking lot and climbed over the console and into Edward's lap. Working his button fly quickly, I freed his already hard cock out of his jeans and sank down on it. Definitely glad I'd worn a skirt that day.

It was fast and hard, both of us chasing our release. It was only when I moved away from the crook of his neck when I noticed the Detective's car parked a couple of rows away from us. Knowing that someone was watching, surprisingly turned me on even more. Edward had followed my line of sight and smirked as he realized who was out there. He gripped me tighter and slammed me down on top of him, triggering my release.

We waved in the direction of his car and it quickly shot out of there like a bat out of hell. As I said, they definitely didn't know how to be discreet. To this day they continue to follow us around. Never once approaching us. They still couldn't pin our involvement that night at the casino. There was just no evidence to make anything stick. They carried on suspecting it though, hence why they wouldn't get off our backs.

They were waiting for us to slip up.

"Edward come on we have to go!" I called out from the bathroom as I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up a little.

"Have you seen my jeans?" he called back and I rolled my eyes. If I couldn't find any of my clothes, what makes him think I know where his stuff was.

"No, baby, but when you find them, can you help me look for mine?" I called out again and heard him chuckle in response.

As we were hurtling through the changes in our lives, Edward had been taking on more and more responsibilities from Carlisle. Any day now I expected him to tell Edward that he was officially retiring. It was like the news was just waiting to creep upon us. Any time his parents invited us over for dinners or lunches, we would go expecting the ball to drop. But it never did. It was like Carlisle was toying with us.

Once, when Esme and I were at our house overlooking the progress, I had almost cornered her about it. She confessed that Carlisle can't make up his mind. There is a part of him that wants to just hand it all over to Edward, but there is also a part of him that is finding it hard to let it go. He was raised by this world and became the man he is today because of it. It wasn't like he didn't trust Edward to run it with an iron fist. It was the thought of finally stepping down, letting someone else make the decisions.

"Found them!" he called out as I stepped back into our bedroom.

It was without a doubt my favorite room in the house. The walls were tall and had the windows to match it. We had gone for a light grey tone on the walls and dark wood flooring.

Our four-poster bed was the main focus of the room. We had gone bed shopping together, probably one of the most domestic shopping trips we've ever done. Our bedroom was the first room to be completed as we wanted to be able to start furnishing it as soon as possible. We had both laid on different types of beds to test them out. We even bounced on them a little to see how springy they were. We were typically in the last store for the day when we finally found the one. People say you spend most of your life in bed so you have to at least buy the right one.

We both laid on top of it, turned to each other, and instantly knew this was the one. We purchased it then and there and paid extra for it to be delivered as soon as possible. Well, at least once the room had been finished.

Tonight had been our first night in our bed and you better hope that we christened it.

I quickly opened up the remaining boxes Edward had left out whilst searching for his clothes and found a pair of black leggings. I quickly put them on and went in search of a sweater. It was the middle of the night and we were going to the hospital to see Rose give birth. There was no way I was going to put on a fashion show for everyone. I was strictly going for comfort. Fortunately, I soon found my old college sweatshirt and quickly threw it on. I tossed my hair up and looked for my sneakers.

I found our box of shoes and luckily someone had packed our shoes together as I fished out a pair for Edward as well. We laced up and bounded down the stairs. Grabbing our phones and keys on the way down into the garage. I still wasn't awake enough and I was glad to see Edward had chosen to drive.

We climbed into the SUV and made our way towards the hospital.

I couldn't believe the day has finally come for baby McCarty to make his or her presence known.

It was only 3 months ago that I watched my best friend waddle up the stage at graduation. Alice had already gotten hers as her class ceremony was before ours. We both watched our best friend grumble all the way up the stairs to the stage to collect her diploma. Her protruding belly sticking out loud and proud. We tried telling her that it would be perfectly fine if she wore flats to the ceremony but she wasn't having any of it. Even though her feet and ankles were swollen, she still shoved her feet into a pair of strappy sandals. At least she opted for the wide fit ones so they didn't dig into her feet that much. To tell you the truth, she looked stunning. Not a hair out of place and her dress accentuated her figure.

Shopping for our graduation dresses was a mission all on its own. I had finally found a bodycon midi dress and in champagne color. It had a spaghetti strap on one shoulder and the other was bare. It hugged my figure like a second skin. I of course had a slit on one side to show off my legs a bit more. The nude colored pumps made me nearly as tall as Edward, a fact he took advantage of once we were alone.

The ceremony had been long and I lost count the number of speeches we heard. But as soon as my name was called out, a lump formed in my throat at the realization that I had actually graduated college with honors. I worked my ass off and it paid off. More than once Edward asked me if I was sure I didn't want to pursue a career in law and every time I thought about it, I just felt like a hypocrite. I couldn't do that job and be married to a guy who's in the Mob. I absolutely loved what I was doing now. I love working with Edward and I can't imagine myself doing anything else.

I still have my passion for writing but it's more of a hobby. I even dabbled in fanfiction and realized that although writing has been my passion, I didn't want to turn it into a job. I didn't want to one day resent it. I was content to keep it as a hobby.

My Edward, my parents, his parents and our friends all cheered for me as I collected my diploma and I couldn't imagine my life without them in it.

We had all gone out to celebrate that night and Carlisle and Esme had surprised me with a graduation present. I wasn't expecting anything at all from them so it was a huge shock when Carlisle handed me an envelope and everyone turned to me as I opened it.

Inside, sat a pair of first-class tickets to Brazil, an information sheet about a chartered boat departure, and a home-made brochure of a villa nestled in the middle of a small island.

"The flight leaves tomorrow and the island is all ready for you both. Consider it a graduation present as well as a honeymoon you kids didn't get to have," he had told us as I kept staring at the tickets and then back at my in-laws. Tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them as I threw my arms around them.

I couldn't believe Edward and I could finally get away for a bit. Let alone to our own island.

And what an island it was.

The flight had been an experience all on its own as Edward wanted to once again join the mile-high club. But the stewardess that was assigned to first-class made it damn nearly impossible. I knew she knew what we wanted to do and she took it upon herself to cockblock us the entire time. In the end, we settled for some hand action under the blankets and she couldn't do a damn thing about it if she didn't want to cause a scene. I knew for a fact the bitch was jealous as she salivated every time she looked at Edward. I wasn't very discreet about my actions under the blanket either. Luckily, most of the passengers were asleep because it was harder than I thought to keep quiet.

Once we landed, a taxi took us to the docks and we were whisked away on a jetboat to the island. The cool sea breeze air felt great against my heated skin and I couldn't wait to jump in the water to cool off as soon as we get there.

Once the boat stopped and the guy kindly helped us with our bags, we said our goodbyes and he was off again. Leaving Edward and me on a private island that Carlisle had purchased for Esme when she found out they were having Edward.

The gentle sound of the calm ocean was the only thing that could be heard. It was nearing to midnight by the time we got to the island and the only light provided was the small path leading up to the villa as well as the front entrance light.

It was a beautiful one-story building. White walls, thatched roof, and wooden accents made the whole place feel as warm as the summer breeze. Our first night there had been humid. As soon as Edward and I got our luggage inside and did a quick tour of the place, we both stripped down to our birthday suits and made our way back towards the ocean. The water was both warm and soothing as we finally let the days travel wash away from us.

That night, Edward made me see stars, and not just the ones shining bright above us. We had an open-ended flight ticket so we didn't even have a return date and we took full advantage of that fact.

We continued to learn about each other when it felt like there was nothing new to learn. I learned that Edward wasn't a fan of beach sex because of sand getting into places it shouldn't. I learned that after spending time in the sun, his skin smelled of warm sunshine and the tropical sun cream I had brought with us was driving me crazy every time I could smell it on him. We both took great pleasure in lathering up our bodies in it. I learned that sunbathing naked with my husband always leads to sex in the ocean. We also learned that the penis tans easily...very easily. Considering that body part of his hardly ever saw the sun before, my poor husband was not prepared for the sunburn. I tried my absolute hardest not to laugh at him, but every time he bitched about it, I would cry in laughter. Ever since that day, he never took his swimming trunks off when he laid out in the sun with me.

I learned that his nose freckles ever so slightly when he's been out in the sun. I learned that no matter where we are in the world, his work followed. In the` first 5 days, we turned our phones off. Only checking in with our parents at the end of the day. But soon, Carlisle had asked Edward to be accessible. The Mob life never sleeps it seems.

I learned my husband enjoyed being tied up to the bed whilst I had my wicked way with him. I learned he enjoyed having me at his mercy too. I was positive we had given the Kama Sutra a run for its money. There was no place for shyness or insecurities in our relationship. I was as comfortable with him as I would be with my girls.

I don't know how it happened, but one night we had ventured down the rabbit hole of past sexual experiences…mostly the bad ones. He had shared that one girl nearly bit his cock off when she asked him if she could use her teeth on him a little. Apparently, she had gotten so into it that she bit down harder than she was supposed to. He shuddered retelling that story and made me laugh at the way Marcus had teased him about it when he went to see him to get it checked out. We quickly replaced that memory with one of our own. I showed him how a little teeth play could feel good. I was just happy to erase that memory for him and replace it with one of our own.

I told him about when my ex used to tickle me all the time as foreplay. I guess he just liked the way I squirmed when he did it, but I would always tell him not to. I hated being tickled since I'm so sensitive and lose all control of my body when it happens. The last time he was on top of me, tickling me, I lost control and kneed him in the balls. A total accident but it luckily put an abrupt stop to his form of foreplay. Let's just say, once Edward had stopped cringing, he showed me just exactly what foreplay should be like.

~#~

"What are you thinking about?" I jumped slightly when he spoke. I got so lost in memory lane I almost forgot where I was.

"I was thinking about Brazil," I sighed. Hands down one of the best times of my life.

"We'll go back baby, I promise." He kissed the back of my hand and didn't let go of it as he continued to drive.

~#~

We spent days exploring the island as well as venturing down to the mainland.

One night we decided to venture down to the mainland for a night out to one of the bars. Watching Edward control the jet was something special. It felt like there wasn't anything he couldn't do. He executed everything confidently and I found that to be a huge turn on. What came as a pleasant surprise was the way he so easily conversed in Portuguese with the locals. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's been here before. He told me he hasn't and that he only knew his parents owned a villa out here but he's never had a reason to visit before now.

Once we docked, Edward had taken hold of my hand as we moved around the masses of people. Tourists and locals flooded the narrow streets, everyone with smiles on their faces. People were bumping into each other and apologizing like it was no big deal. If that were to happen in Chicago, they would be squaring up to each other by now. I was quickly getting used to island life.

I wore a white cami dress that looked amazing against my tanned skin with strappy sandals that wound up my calves. It was short and low cut and showed a decent amount of cleavage and I still felt hot in it. But Edward couldn't take his hands and eyes off me as soon as I stepped into the living room after getting dressed. He would never tell me what I could and couldn't wear and I enjoyed watching his eyes pop every time he appreciated something I've worn.

Even my suit-wearing husband had put on a pair of navy cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. I was enjoying his relaxed look.

Men would call out to us as we made our way down the street. I couldn't understand what they were saying but Edward took great pleasure replying back to them with a cocky smile plastered on his face. Every time I ask him what they said, he would shake his head in amusement and tell me it was guy talk.

We ended up at this swanky bar packed with people. The music was blaring and everyone looked like they were having a good time. Men and women shamelessly flirting with one another as bodies danced pressed closely together. We had loved being in our own bubble on the island but being surrounded by other people felt great.

I was drinking a fruity cocktail whilst Edward was supporting a bottle of beer when I saw the last person I ever expected to see here.

We were sat at the bar and I was hidden behind a wooden post so he didn't see me. I took in his haggard appearance. With the dark tone to his skin, I'd say he's been here a while. His hair had grown out a fair bit and looked more of a dirty blond than it previously used to be. He had a scar going across the bridge of his now crooked nose and I wondered how many times it's been broken. He was leaning against a wall, whispering something to a guy that was clearly carrying and didn't care that people knew. He spoke with his hands like he used to do in lectures.

~#~

I felt Edward's hand on my thigh and I jumped again.

"Are you ok angel, you're awfully quiet…and jumpy," he summarised with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah sorry baby, I was just thinking about that night at the bar on the mainland," I watched his eyes harden at the mere mention of that night and I noticed the way his knuckled whitened as he gripped the wheel tighter.

"Fucking asshole," he grumbled and I rolled my eyes slightly. He near enough beat him to a pulp that night and he still wasn't satisfied enough.

~#~

I was seconds away from getting Edward's attention when he spoke first.

"Did you know that not a single man can take his eyes off you since we walked in?" He whispered into my ear as he leaned in closer to me. I wanted to scoff at that statement because there were plenty of beautiful women in the bar, women even I couldn't take my eyes off of.

"You're being ridiculous," I threw my head back and laughed and as he was leaning in towards my neck, he suddenly stopped. I turned to see what had caught his eye when I remember Michael Newton.

"Yeah I was gonna tell you about that but you distracted me," I said offhandedly as we were both looking at him now.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" He snarled as he balled his fists.

And as if Newton could hear us, his head swiveled in our direction and I could practically see the sweat forming on his forehead as the realization hit. He said something to the guy he was with and ran out of the bar, shooting us one last look before he disappeared down the busy street.

I wasn't worried about him. He was a weasel of a man and definitely not a threat. I couldn't have cared less that he was here or wherever he had run off to. He was insignificant.

"I want to dance," I purred into Edward's ear and watched his anger slowly dissolve as his eyes raked down my body. I was already grinding my ass on the stool as I moved to the music. Edward looked on in amusement before standing up and holding his hand out for me.

We weaved between people until we got to a spot on the dancefloor. The beat of the song thumped throughout the whole bar and it was like a trance had been set on all the moving bodies. Edward and I were pressed closely together, matching all the other couples. One of Edward's thighs was between mine as I ground against him, letting the music take over me. His hands ran up and down my body, once they were up to my neck, he drew my mouth to his. I was unbearably wet for him, aching to feel him between my legs.

Our bodies continued to move in sync and as the song changed, Edward turned me around so that my back was facing his chest. I could feel how hard he was for me and I was more than ready to head back to the villa. I rested my head on his shoulder and as his face descended upon mine, I turned his head so I could whisper in his ear to take me home. His grip on my waist tightened and I swear I felt him growl as his chest vibrated. He grabbed hold of my hand again and we made our way out of the bar. I was panting by the time the humid air hit my face and I could breathe a little easier, but only a little. I wrapped both of my arms around Edward's as we walked back down to where our boat was.

We were laughing about something or other when I felt someone grab my shoulder. Before I knew it, a fist flew past me and Edward was towering over Newton's body.

"What the fuck did I tell you the last time I saw you?" He growled out.

"I need more money!" Newton rasped out.

"You need your fucking head examined if you think you're getting a dime. You made your fucking bed, you lie in it. You touch her again and you're dead. Do I make myself clear?" Pure rage rolled off Edward and the last time I'd seen him this angry was when we were chasing Hunter through the desert.

"Isabella, please," he pleaded and I felt nauseous hearing him use my full name.

Another punch from Edward and I heard Newton's head hit the asphalt. No one paid any attention to us but we were also down a quiet road where there weren't that many people around.

"Don't fucking look at her!"

"Edward, come on baby, let's go," I tried to pull him away from Michael but I also noticed the way his eyes traveled down my body. I was pretty sure Edward had seen it too because before I could do anything else, Edward shrugged me off and straddled Newton's chest, pounding his face like a punching bag.

I thought for sure he was going to kill him. Before his fist could connect to an already unconscious Newton, I wrapped both of my hands around his arm and pulled. There was almost a crazed look in his eyes as they snapped towards me.

"Baby, stop," I said calmly and gripped him tighter.

"Stop. He's not moving Edward," I could feel panic in my voice but I then noticed his chest still moving up and down. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and tugged on Edward's arm again to get him off Newton.

He moved off him robotically and I noticed specks of blood on his white t-shirt. There was blood on his knuckles that was now on my dress. His hand had accidentally brushed against it as he stood up.

Newton let out a groaning sound and I knew he was still alive as I pulled Edward away from him. I could hear voices getting louder and it wouldn't take long for someone to find him. We just needed to make sure we weren't there when it happened.

We quickly reached the boat and Edward lifted me inside it. He untied the rope and started it up. The cooler ocean breeze soothed my overheated skin and there was nothing but the sound of the engine and the waves crashing under us as we headed towards the island.

I cleaned him up when we got back and threw our ruined clothes into the trash.

I could still feel rage coursing through Edward's body. It was like hot lava under his skin. As I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way into the kitchen for a drink, Edward was resting his hands on the back of the couch. His strong shoulders rose and fell with every deep breath he took. I poured myself a glass of scotch and brought another one over to him.

He gently took the glass from me and downed it all in one. He held it in a tight grip as his gaze shot to me. I was suddenly pulled between him and the couch. I had changed into a silk negligee before I left the bedroom and he looked at it appreciatively. He dropped the glass down the couch and his hands went under the hem of my nightie. He gripped my ass tightly and I almost winced at just how tight he grabbed it. I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by it.

And he knew it.

"Finish it." He rasped out, motioning towards my drink. With one huge gulp, I finished the amber liquid. He took the glass off me and placed it down next to his. Once his hand returned to my hip, he turned me around at lighting speed and bent me over the back of the couch. My ass coming in contact with his cock as he pushed up against me.

He lifted my nightie up so my ass was exposed to him. He then gently rand his palm over it before smacking it.

"You're mine Isabella," he gritted out through clenched teeth and smacked my ass again. I was writhing against him and the couch, needing more.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

"I want to bury my cock deep inside your pussy, Isabella. Are you ready for me, angel? Is that pussy wet for me? This isn't going to be gentle. I need to fuck you…hard. Can you handle that?"

"Fuck…yes…yes, Edward, give it to me," my voice was breathless as I panted for him. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then I felt his heated skin against mine. My ass was still stinging from the smacks it received but it was a good sting. He rubbed the head of his cock against my slick lips and I wanted to push back against him.

I had just turned my head to look back at him when he pushed deep inside me, making me cry out.

"Fuck."

~#~

"Baby we're here."

I had to literally shake my head to clear it. When I looked around, I noticed that we were indeed parked at the hospital.

"Let's go see the parents-to-be. I hope we're not too late," I mumbled in response and got out of the car.

Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked inside. We gave Rose's name at the front desk and they directed us toward the delivery ward.

We met with Alice and Jasper in the waiting room and they told us that she was already in there, pushing.

"I still can't believe Rose is pushing a human out of her vagina!" Alice gushed as she sat down next to me.

"I can't believe there's going to be a mini Emmett or a mini Rose joining the group," I snorted and only then realized that there were only the four of us out here.

"Where's Mr. Hale? What about Emmett's parents?" I asked Alice and she grimaced.

"Rose's dad is in Monaco, her mom is gone…again, and Emm's parents are still on a cruise. It's just us," she rested her head on my shoulder and I kissed the top of it. Wanting more than anything to be in there with Rose.

If felt like we sat in that waiting room for hours. Our men sat in the corner talking shop whilst Alice and I went over the checklist to see if we had got everything in time for the baby's arrival. We had to shop in neutral colors because they wouldn't tell us what they were having. Alice was a little hurt that both of us couldn't be godparents but she soon calmed down when they told her the next one is hers. She even suggested they start working on it right away because my little pixie friend was not the most patient of people.

The doors swung open and out walked a disheveled looking Emmett in scrubs. He looked dazed and for a second, I thought he was going to pass out. But then, the biggest smile I think I'd ever seen on him before, graced his handsome face as he took us in.

He pulled the green cap off his head and cleared his throat.

"It's…erm…it's…fuck! It's a healthy baby boy!" He cheered and we all jumped up to congratulate him. I was sure both Alice and I were a blubbering mess as we hugged him.

"Can we go see them? How's Rose?" Both Alice and I fired questions at him and he looked so lost, but blissfully happy. He swallowed a few times before he spoke again, wringing the green cap between his hands.

"Rosie did great. Threatened my balls a few times too many but she did amazing. I don't think I can look at her…you know…the same way again but the Doc assured me it goes back to normal. It does go back to normal right?" he asked us as if we'd know.

"Sure Emm, of course," I try to sound convincing and I think it worked as his shoulders relaxed and he beamed at us.

"Can we go see them?" As soon as the words left my mouth, the doctor and nurses stepped out, walking towards us.

"Emmett, Rosalie is all settled now, and luckily there wasn't any tearing. I don't see why you shouldn't be able to take your little family home tomorrow. Congratulations again, he's a beautiful boy." The doctor nodded towards us and left down the hall.

And he truly is a beautiful boy. Weighing at 8 pounds and 7 ounces. He has an almost full head of jet-black hair like Emmett's and bright blue eyes that match both mom and dad. Rose looked absolutely exhausted but still as beautiful. You would have never guessed she's given birth mere moments ago.

The baby made its rounds so everyone got a chance to cuddle him before he started wailing. I could now understand what everyone means when they say they love that baby smell. His skin was so soft and he felt comfortable being passed around like a parcel so we could all get a chance to love on him.

When it came to my turn, I didn't want to let him go. I felt so much love for my godson, it took my breath away. I wanted to protect him with my life and he wasn't even my flesh and blood. I probably wasn't even feeling a fraction of what Emmett and Rosalie were feeling.

"Have you picked a name?" I asked softly as I turned to face them.

"Everyone, meet Jamie Aaron McCarty," Emmett declared proudly and looked lovingly towards his son.

"Hi Jamie," I softly cooed.

I felt Edward shift beside me and he was the only one left to hold him. I smiled up at him and asked him if he was ready. Edward quickly nodded without saying a word and I gently placed Jamie inside his strong arms. He gently wrapped them around him and I thought my ovaries were going to burst. I don't think I'd ever seen a sexier sight. What was it about seeing men holding a baby?

I can't say I was now desperate to have one, but I could finally envision it.

When we're both ready, I know for a fact Edward will be the most amazing father.

My love for him grew tenfold when he lifted Jamie up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on top of his head. Our eyes met and I knew he knew what I was feeling.

He came into my life unexpectedly, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

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