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My son's teacher

By: Ann Arston Ara

Translation: ClaryFlynn98

Beta: Ritchee the fangirl

Chapter 21: A dance without music

— When will I be able to get out of here? — Rosalie asked without taking her eyes off the doctor, who was looking intently, with a scowl, at her medical records.

— After a gynecologist, Mrs. McCarty has seen you — Rosalie frowned and then replied.

— Excuse me? For what do I want a gynecologist?

— We have been doing the tests your father asked for. He was clear that you should have special treatment — the doctor responded while looking at the folder on his hands.

— Why doesn't this surprise me? Mr. Collins, I want to go back home. If something was bad there, believe me, I'll know it.

The doctor closed the folder and focuses his blue eyes on the beautiful young woman he had in front. He sighed and started to tell her:

— You presented a picture of infertility…

— Yes — said Rosalie sharply, looking at the doctor and then continued. — They told me that I couldn't have kids. I know that already and I don't need to be told again.

— If you let me continue… — started the doctor. — We've discovered with the exams done, ma'am, that you are pregnant.

Rosalie laughed without humour and said:

— Stop playing with me.

Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and even Anthony looked at the doctor as if he had a screw loose, but he kept talking.

— We've done test that… — Rosalie denied without being able to believe it. They've tried everything, every type of expensive and painful treatment, and every each of them had failed. The door opened and a woman entered saying:

— I'm Dr. Julianne and I need this room to be empty. I just want here the future father of the baby here and, of course, the mother.

They all left in disgust and discouragement, and the doctor, after a few words with the doctor, who listened to him patiently, also left. Dr. Julianne approached Rosalie, who refused to look at her and said:

— They say you're pregnant.

— It's not a good joke — Emmett murmured taking his wife's hand in support. Julianne approached to the ultrasound machine and smeared gel on her hands before lifting Rosalie's gown.

— Hard to believe, huh? — said Julianne surprising Rosalie with the cold gel on her belly. She took the machine and passed it along her stomach. The sound of a heartbeat forced Rosalie to open her eyes. Dr. Julianne had become quiet and Emmett had let go of her hand.

— Wow — said the doctor with a smile, then continued — Apparently, you're going to have to believe that nothing is impossible.

Rosalie let out a shout between crying and joy and covered her mouth with emotion. Emmett took her hands out of her face and kissed her lips in a daze and happy, not knowing what to say. Julianne smiled and left the device on Rosalie's stomach saying:

— You're eight weeks pregnant. Everything seems to be in order. I can't tell you the baby's sex yet because it's too early but it's healthy and huge. I don't know why your stomach hasn't grown but t's going to start doing so. How come you didn't notice, with the lack of your period?

— I'm very irregular, it seemed normal… I… — Rosalie began to say, then she continued — I haven't even had any symptoms…

The doctor smiled and began to explain, to Rosalie and Emmett, about their new adventure.

Sue opened the door of the mansion and was surprised to see that Anthony was being carried by Edward, sound asleep. Edward greeted her and Bella came in after him nervously.

— How's Rosalie? — Sue asked. Edward turned, still holding his son, and answered:

— Well, actually, better than ever — Sue frowned and followed him, asking:

— What do you mean, boy?

Edward stopped and answered with an ear-to-ear smile:

— She's pregnant — he said before going upstairs, leaving Sue amazed by what she had just heard. Edward carefully went into his son's room. He knew Bella was following him, so he said nothing, laid him down, and tucked him in after taking off his shoes.

Anthony moved and murmured in his restless dreams.

— No, Bella, don't go… — Bella scowled at the words of her little Mozart, and at Edward's attentive gaze she entered the room to caress his face and then to leave a kiss on his forehead.

— Rest, my little Mozart — she whispered. Anthony moved again and suddenly he was still.

— Anddie would have loved to do that — said Edward lying on the doorway. Bella turned to Edward. He was too handsome for his own good that night, he sighed. His coppery hair fell freely, as rebellious as Anthony's. She cleared her throat and said:

— She was a wonderful mother while she could.

Edward looked at his son and imagined his wife kissing his forehead. It was so easy to do, so easy that for years he imagined her there beside him until in a moment of lucidity he did the best he could for his mental health: he let her go.

— She would have made him a spoiled child — he affirmed. Bella walked over to Edward and left a short kiss on his lips saying:

— Still, he would have been wonderful, as wonderful as he is now, perhaps better.

Edward grabbed her by the waist and carried her out of the room, unaware of what he was doing at the time. He didn't want to think, the only thing that crossed his mind was to kiss Bella until exhaustion or not get tired of it, in the corridor, as if he were a teenager. He looked around, making Bella smile, then kissed her, surprising her with the intensity of that kiss. Bella ran her hands over his shoulders, drawing him closer. Edward smiled over his lips and mumbled:

— Have I told you that you're very small?

Bella stood on the tips of her feet; overcome by feelings she already knew very well. She desired Edward and was not ashamed to admit it.

— I think you mentioned it a little while ago — she said, making him smile, Edward, spun her around and began to move with her in his arms, leaving short kisses on her neck, overwhelmed by the passion of the moment.

— What are you doing? — asked Bella, letting herself go, feeling the electricity of every caress. Edward stopped and looked at her, madly in love with her chocolate eyes.

— I'm dancing with you — he said, surprising her again when he lifted her up in the air and turned with her, making her laugh.

— Without music? — Edward laughed too and said:

— Without music.

Unconsciously, they moved slowly through the corridor, following a melody that only they could hear. Their eyes revealed what their words did not, for there was no room for more than gestures. They arrived at Edward's room and stopped, aware of where they were and that by passing through that door, a dimension opened up that they had not yet passed through. Edward tenderly stroked Bella's cheek and she unconsciously laid her head on that hand. They only looked at each other, turquoise against chocolate, trying to figure out if the other one was willing to go through that door.

It was Bella who put her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, going through it and looking over her shoulder to see if Edward was following her. There was no flirting, no laughing, no prying eyes. Those things were for another day. Today it was time to let the emotions out, to let the other person know how they felt, to let their bodies speak for them.

Edward followed her as if Bella's gaze pulled him. When he entered, he closed the door and approached her, to kiss her softly, slowly. There was time. He would take the time necessary to know all the secrets that Bella's body had. He wanted her to enjoy it, to feel what he felt, to shake, to need it, as he knew she needed him, right now. His body was asking him, but above all, his heart was asking him.

Bella deepened the kiss, wanting to go deeper. Her desire was immeasurable. She needed him, she needed everything from him. Above all, she needed to know that her heart was in good hands, as she was sure, that she had given it to the father of the child she adored.

As they kissed, they caressed each other, slowly, wanting to know every corner of each other's bodies. Edward's hair was a justifiable fate for Bella's hands. She wanted to know what texture it had, to caress it, to pull it. Meanwhile, Edward caressed Bella's back with one hand, and with the other he followed the outline of her side, not wanting to hurry, not wanting to rush things.

Bella thought there were things that were in the way, so she put her hands on the chest of the man she loved. Slowly, very slowly, she removed button by button, so that she could take off his shirt, which ended up falling, carelessly, on the floor, just behind Edward. She took advantage of the absence of fabric to be able to touch, to know, to kiss, Edward's chest, outlining the contour of his muscles, feeling it tremble with every touch of her lips, when she left a kiss here, a kiss there. Noticing how her muscles hardened, the tension, the excitement that Edward felt, to finally have her in his arms.

At the same time as Bella was gradually getting to know her man's chest, Edward was caressing her, carrying her hands, parallel to her sides, towards her waist, and a little lower, to the contour of the sweater she was wearing. He ran his hands under the cloth so that he could touch the skin that called him so much, that he wished he could see so that slowly the cloth went up until at last, he could take it off his head.

At that moment they both looked directly into each other's eyes. The desire was reflected brightly in both, but above all, reflected love. Edward reached out his hand, for Bella to take. She did not hesitate to do so. He took her and guided her to the bed, where they would be better off.

No more words are needed when you love consciously or unconsciously. No need to say anything. The caresses, the kisses, and the room witnessed the demonstration of love that the two felt for each other. Love that would undoubtedly one day bear fruit

— You look beautiful — said Edward, making Bella blush as she was wearing one of his shirts and sitting in the music room in front of the piano.

Bella stroked the keys without touching them, then she sighed and turned around the moment a click was heard, seeing Edward with a camera in his hand.

— You look beautiful — repeated Edward, making her smile instantly. — More than beautiful — he whispered to himself.

— Are you sure about this? — Dimitri asked, looking over the contracts he had in his hands. Eleonora smiled, sitting on the sofa in her new apartment.

— More than sure — answered Eleonora.

Dimitri nodded and took his laptop immediately to start hitting the company with the funds, but first, he read the contracts, locating the flaws and with a scanner he copied them into his computer, with the flaws pointed out, invisible flaws that in Edward's eyes were benefits for him and with enough evidence to sink Eleonora.

So… these two are so sweet! I love them. And we have a baby on board, or maybe two! Who understood, understood hahaha. Also, it looks like Dimitri is playing for both sides but especially for Edward's… Hmmm… Who knew? Maybe he's not the villain that we thought.

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