"Ungrateful bitch."
"Useless waste of space."
"Just like your mother."
I cowered in fear as his hand connected with the side of my head.
"Stop! Please!" I cried.
I sat up in bed, gasping for breath as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Again?" Edward whispered from beside me.
I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I just nodded my head.
"It's always the same," I whispered.
Edward sighed and stood up from the bed. "You know what to do."
I cried and nodded my head as I stood up too and walked to the edge of the bed where he had taken his seat. I placed myself over his lap and waited. He didn't waste any time as he delivered the blows that would hopefully make me forget about the man in my dreams.
"Say it," Edward hissed.
I winced at the pain. "You are all I have. You are all I need. You are my life, Edward," I grit out.
More spankings then I could count later, I was finally standing in front of him, repeating my phrase to him over and over again.
"Who loves you?" he asked.
"You do."
"Who takes care of you?"
"You do."
"Who should matter the most to you in the world?" he asked.
"You should, and you do."
"You really hurt my heart every time you have these dreams, Bella," he sighed sadly. "It makes me feel like you don't really want to be here with me. You begged me to take you away from your abusive past. All I asked from you in return was your loyalty, and for you to forget about your past and move on from the hurt. I wanted to show you a good life. I wanted to give you the world. And yet, you don't appreciate it," he whispered.
I openly sobbed hearing him say that, and threw myself into his arms. He was right. I was a completely selfish jerk. Here he was, giving me the best life imaginable, and I had to throw my past in his face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I need help, though. I can't control what my mind comes up with when I sleep."
"I know," he said gently, running his fingers through my hair. "If these dreams come up, you need to push them from your mind. You need to replace that man with me, and my loving touches. Think of the way my fingers feel on you and inside of you. Think of me moving in and out of you. Think of how good it feels when we are connected together as one person. Think of me."
I nodded and wiped my eyes dry, smiling at his advice.
"That sounds like the perfect solution," I agreed.
~~~~~AOMM~~~~~
The next three months following that episode were awful. I was crying all the time, I was doing everything wrong, and Edward was never happy. I was also sure I was going crazy. My dreams continued to be filled with a man I didn't want to know anymore. I took Edward's advice on how to push Charlie from my mind, and concentrated on my husband and our more intimate moments, it would work for a while, but when I slept, all bets were off.
"I'm so sick of hearing you talk about him, and I'm really getting pissed. I can't spank you again for the fact that your ass is still red from the last time!" Edward yelled at the breakfast table one morning.
I had admitted to him that the dreams were becoming more frequent, and that nothing seemed to help any longer.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," I cried.
"I get it, Bella. I fucking get it. You love him more than me! You dream about him and not about me. I'm done. Bring it up again, and you will be in the closet with a burning ass," he said through his teeth. He even slammed his hand down on the table to make his point known. "Let's go."
I got up to follow him but I wasn't quick enough, so he grabbed my wrist to pull me along with him. I sobbed openly as he dragged me up the stairs.
"I'm sorry!" I cried, tugging my wrist frantically, willing him to let me go.
I flinched as he threw open the bedroom door, causing it to crash into the wall. As soon as we entered our room, a feeling of dread came over me and I knew what was going to happen. It had been months since I was put in the closet, and I knew it was coming. It seemed like every time I went a long period of time without going into the closet, I always freaked out more when it finally happened again. I would cry, beg, and scream - all to no avail. And this time would be no different.
"Stop fighting me and get in there," he growled angrily.
I had myself wrapped around his ankles and I wasn't letting go. His hand came down on my ass, spanking me hard three times. My bottom was so sore from getting spanked. I let go of his ankle to rub the sting out, and he took advantage and was able to get me in. After the initial freak out, I managed to calm down slightly. I willed myself to sleep or pass out, but neither happened.
That day, he left me in there for two horrible hours. After that, the dreams of Charlie subsided, and I learned better than to confide in him when they did pop up unexpectedly.
~~~~~AOMM~~~~~
"Are you ready for that Biology project?" Alice asked as we made our way to the front doors of the school.
I grimaced and shook my head, dodging the bodies that were blocking the doorway.
"Not in the slightest," I admitted. "It'll be easy; I just hate working in group settings."
Alice patted my shoulder comfortingly and laughed. "Agreed. Well, at least it's only for a week."
We gave each other quick hugs and then at the door, went our separate ways. I watched her as she walked off, heading towards a woman with light brown, shoulder-length hair. Her car was getting a tune- up so her foster mom was picking her up today before they went off to a neighboring town to go shopping. I felt like an intruder as I stood there and stared as they hugged one another before Alice kissed her cheek. Linking their arms, they walked the rest of the way to the car together, like they were best friends rather than parent and child. A feeling coursed through my veins and caused me shudder, but I couldn't place it. Was it jealousy? Over my friend? Seeing them together triggered something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I was in a Chinese garden with a woman. The place was so beautiful; I felt happy. It was too real to be a fantasy, and instinctively, I knew I had been to this place before. The woman made me feel safe.
"Baby, what are you looking at?" Edward asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I jumped and smiled, trying not to look too guilty as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Hey, how was your day?" I questioned.
"It was good. What were you thinking about so hard?"
"Honestly, I think I can remember a little about my mother," I said happily as he closed his eyes.
His face went from happy to furious in a matter of seconds.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Get in the car," he hissed, walking away from me.
I sighed, knowing that I had screwed up once again. I really needed to learn to just keep my mouth shut. As Edward drove us home, his hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. The ride home was tense to say the least. He wasn't speaking to me, and I could tell that he was thinking hard, probably about how to punish me. I sighed inaudibly and looked out the window at the passing scenery. I was sick of being punished, and I couldn't seem to do anything right. Once we were home, we went straight to the bedroom. My tears were falling before we were even up the stairs.
"Why are you crying?" Edward asked softly, closing the door behind me.
I hastily wiped away the tears that had fallen while looking at the floor. "I don't want to go into the closet," I whispered. "I seem to do something wrong every day. I just want to be good and make you happy, but I can't seem to do it. I'm sorry for making you so unhappy," I cried.
I put my face in my hands and sobbed, my emotions completely out of control. I closed my eyes as Edward lifted my face up. I could feel his intense stare burning holes into the backs of my eyelids. I gasped in surprise when I felt his lips on mine, his tongue immediately seeking out my own. Without hesitating, I kissed him back, trying to show him how much I wanted to please him.
"Mmm...let me ask you something," he said after sucking on my bottom lip. "Who is the only person in this world that loves you?"
"You," I whispered as he unbuttoned my shirt slowly.
"Who is the only person that will ever care about you?"
"You," I said, breathing shakily.
He pulled my shirt down off my shoulders and he wrapped it around my hands, making it so that my hands were pinned behind my back. My breasts were pushed out like an offering to him, my nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of my bra. It made me nervous to be restricted, but I knew I messed up, so I would take my punishment without complaint or resistance.
"Who makes sure you have everything you need?" he asked, unsnapping the front clasp to my bra.
"You," I said again.
"Me?" he asked.
I cocked my head to the side, not understanding him.
"Yes. You are my life," I said as he walked us back to the bed.
"Who makes love to you?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over my own.
"You," I said with a smile as he laid me down.
It was uncomfortable with my hands behind my back, but I didn't complain.
"That's what I don't understand," he said as he unbuttoned my jeans. "I'm the only person in your life, and yet you can't stop talking about others. It makes me feel like I can't do my job as your husband."
I sucked in my breath, shame flooding my face. That hit a nerve. I never wanted him to feel that way.
"I'm sorry. I never, ever meant to make you feel that way," I said as tears pricked my eyes.
"You do not get to cry," he growled.
I blinked back my tears, knowing that all I could do was nod my head and swallow the lump in my throat. He nodded once before pulling my panties down my legs, and then kissing his way back up.
"Do I take good care of you?" he asked, as if he was unsure of his abilities to care for me.
"Oh god, yes, Edward! I love you so much. Only you could take care of me the way I need. I love you," I said as I tried to free my hands.
I needed to touch him.
"You want to touch me," he commented as I bit my lip. "Well, I want you to only think of me, but that hasn't been happening."
"I'm sorry. I will never do it again. I love you."
"I love you, too, Baby, but I don't think you love me the way I love you."
"I do. I swear I do. I would die without you. You are the only person I will ever think about," I said as I freed my hands. I just wanted to touch him. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I pulled at the button of his pants and worked them down his hips.
"Never again do I want to hear you speak of another person. Do you understand?"
"I understand," I whispered, my hands running over the muscles in his back.
"If you do, I will never touch you again," he whispered in my ear as he pressed his weight into me.
"I never want that to happen," I whispered as his lips ghosted over mine.
He pushed my legs further apart before he thrust into me to the hilt. I arched my back, driving him even deeper, and loving the feel of him inside me. I craved the feel of his rough grip on my thighs, and I loved the feel of his lips against mine. I loved the sounds that my body brought out of him. I just loved everything about him. I knew as he made slow, sweet love to me, that I was going to make sure I kept those other people out of my mind.
For the next little while, I made good on that promise. Things got better for a short time, and our routine became second nature for me. Between cooking, cleaning, caring for Edward, and the end of the semester finals approaching, I hardly had enough time to breathe, much less think. My afternoons, when I got out of school, were spent cleaning and studying, and Edward was really great about bringing us home dinner so that I could focus more on my homework.
But suddenly, things seemed to go downhill for no apparent reason. Well, none that I knew of, anyway. His demands of me were becoming more and more intense, and he was pushing me to my breaking point. That might have been his plan, but I don't know. I just knew that I was going crazy trying to meet his ridiculous demands and follow all of his senseless rules. He would tell me to do one thing, and then once I started that task, he would demand I do something else. It was all so confusing and frustrating.
"I'm not going to have to tell you to do dishes, am I?"
I gasped and turned around to see Edward standing in our doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. I shook my head no and looked back at the few clothes left in front of me.
"Nope, I'm…" I said with a pause as I folded the last pair of boxer briefs. "I'm doing it now." I stood up and carried the basket to the bottom of the stairs.
"I think I'm finally getting the hang of everything now," I said as he followed me.
"If you say so," he retorted.
I frowned and closed my eyes for a split second so I wouldn't say something rude to him. Instead, I headed into the kitchen and started to clean. I unloaded the dishwasher before reloading it with dirty dishes. I was in the middle of wiping down the counters when Edward walked in, holding his penis that was hanging out of his pants.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a giggle.
"I'm hard," he said stroking himself.
"I'm almost done and then I'm all yours," I said as I wiped down the rest of the counters.
"Bella, are you telling me no? I thought you said that all I ever had to do was ask?" he said.
I bit my lip as I held back my laugh. I did say such a thing, but I never thought he would come to me when I was doing my chores.
"All I want is a blow job."
I giggled a little before getting to my knees. I took him in my mouth and sucked around the mushroom head, licking off the pre cum that had gathered there. He moaned as I sucked him in deeper, his fingers finding refuge in my hair. Figuring that this would be quick since we hadn't been intimate in a couple of days, I didn't protest when my knees dug into the tile. Instead, I focused my energy on pleasing him by swirling my tongue in exactly the perfect way that I knew he couldn't resist. After what felt like thirty minutes without him cumming, my knees were protesting loudly and I felt like they would be stuck in this position forever. Right when I felt like I couldn't take it any longer, Edward moaned and twitched suddenly, spilling his seed into my mouth. He grabbed my head, pulling me closer so that his cock hit the back of my throat, twitching even more. I swallowed frantically to avoid wasting even a drop, and breathed in relief as he let me go.
"Very nice," he said as he put himself back in his pants. "You have five minutes to finish your chores."
I blinked in surprise at his abruptness and stood gingerly to my feet. "Edward..." I said hesitantly.
"Problem?"
"May I have more time?"
"No; get it done or get a spanking," he said as I glared at him.
I didn't mean to glare, but he was setting me up to fail and we both knew it.
"But..."
"No buts, Baby. It will just get worse once we have a child," he said as he walked away from me.
That was the first of many tests he gave me. At first I thought he was being cute, but in reality, he was just being a jerk.
The rest of the week passed uneventfully, and I was looking forward to winter break. School was fine, but I really wanted to relax. As I was getting ready for my last day of classes, Edward met me at the door, holding my backpack in his hands for me. I smiled up at him and kissed his cheek as he led me to his car. He had taken some time off of work for the holidays, so he was bringing me to school instead of Esme.
"I want you to get Alice's phone number," he said as he started the car.
I rubbed my gloved hands together, trying to get some friction between my hands to keep them warm. It was ridiculously cold, even for November.
"What for?" I asked him, shocked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said mockingly. "Do I need to inform you of every little thing I do?"
I playfully glared at him, hoping to keep the mood light. I didn't want to piss him off this early in the morning.
"No," I said. "I was just wondering why the sudden change of heart."
Edward chuckled darkly as he parked the car in front of the school.
"This is not a change of heart, Isabella," he informed me. "You are still not allowed to be friends with that girl or talk to her outside of school, but it seems that she has caught Jasper's eye and he would like the chance to get to know her better."
I smiled internally, knowing that Alice's behavior at my party suggested the same thing about Jasper. He definitely caught her eye.
"Okay," I said simply.
If she and Jasper got together, that meant that I would get to see her more often and actually develop a friendship with her outside of school. I felt relief for the fact that Alice and I could stop pretending that we weren't friends. I looked off to the school as the first bell rang and sighed. As it was, I was about to go almost a week without contact with her, and I was missing her already.
"I'll see you soon, Baby," Edward whispered, leaning over and pressing his lips gently to mine.
"Love you," I replied, opening the door and shivering as the biting wind cut through the car.
~~~~~AOMM~~~~~
"You know," I said, biting into my sandwich. "A little birdie told me that Jasper Whitlock has his eye on you," I told Alice.
I froze as Alice dropped her fork, her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water.
"Is that a problem?" I asked her, shaking her shoulder to snap her out of whatever it was she was thinking.
"N-no," she mumbled, picking her fork back up. "I just don't think that's a smart idea."
"Why?" I questioned. "It's obvious from the party that you had your eyes on him, as well."
"Being attracted to a man is one thing, but knowing that he reciprocates those feelings is another," she replied.
I put down my sandwich so that I could focus on my best friend. Something wasn't adding up, and I would be damned if I let this opportunity pass me by to earn her friendship outside of school.
"What's the big deal about getting to know Jasper a little better?" I asked gently.
I knew that something else was up, I just didn't know what, and I didn't want to push a subject that was uncomfortable for her. Over the last couple of months, she had slowly opened up to me about her home life before her adoption, and I felt like we became closer and closer the more we shared with one another.
"You don't have to tell me. I'm just curious is all," I said, biting my lip.
"My dad hated me," she sighed, looking out the window.
"I know that feeling," I said.
"I never did anything right, and it seemed like everything I did made him mad. I was afraid of the dark and scared to be alone...I still am. Well, I was home alone one night, and I had the hall light on. I thought I would hear him pull in, but I was too engrossed in my homework. He came in screaming at me. When he undid his belt, I knew what was coming. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head on the table. When he beat me, it was never in just one place. He would just swing his belt, hitting me wherever he could. He'd hit my face, back, stomach, legs, and ass, and has even hit my vagina before. I was his kid, so he could do whatever he wanted," she said with a shrug.
"Was he a drunk?"
"No. He was meaner when he was sober. Although, I would rather him be sober than drunk. When he was drunk, he was handsy. I thought there was something wrong with me, because at one point, I started to like it when he touched me. My therapist said that that was a normal reaction because he was always so mean. Whenever someone is nice to me, I tend to cling to them," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
I moved my chair so that we were sitting side by side, and grabbed her hands in mine.
"You have nothing to be ashamed about," I told her. "You're a beautiful person inside and out. Is this why you don't want to move forward with Jasper?" I asked.
Anyone who had to go through that kind of abuse would of course be scared of men after that. I didn't blame her for her fears.
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm terrified of pretty much all men except for my adopted Father, and even then, it took him years to fully earn my trust."
I nodded but couldn't help my tiny smile. "Except something about that sexy man just drags you in, huh?" I teased.
Alice laughed and nodded along. "Yes, but I just don't know how ready I am."
"Why don't you start off slow?" I asked. "Maybe with texting or phone calls at first, until you can build some trust between you?"
Alice shrugged and turned towards the window, her eyes troubled.
"He would never hit me, right?"
I froze for a moment and wondered if Jasper was like Edward. Did I want to bring my friend into that kind of relationship, where she could get put in a closet for doing something bad? Or getting spanked as a punishment? These things were normal for me now, but for her, I had a feeling it would push her over the edge and I would lose my best friend forever.
"Um...I don't know," I admitted, looking down.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked as I nodded.
"We talk about me a lot, but we never talk about you," she said as my face paled.
I had yet to tell her about myself.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
It was only fair that I tell her about me.
"Does Edward abuse you?"
I blinked in shock for a moment before chuckling. "No. He disciplines me, but he doesn't abuse me," I said.
"You don't have to tell me, but how?"
"He spanks me...um, and he yells at me if I've been bad. Um...sometimes I have to go in the closet, but I'm better at being good now so it's not as often," I said with a smile.
I wasn't sure how much to tell her, but I couldn't stop myself once I started.
"Bella...that's abuse," she said nervously.
"Abuse is what happened to you," I countered. "Edward saved me," I said as Alice nodded.
"Where did you move from?"
"Portland," I said. It was the first thing that came to mind.
"You lived with your parents?"
"My father," I said, rubbing the front of my head. "Look, we don't have enough time today to talk, but I do understand the beatings you endured. I don't like to remember much before Edward, because he's my whole life now. Anyway, do you want Jasper to have your number?"
She looked so unsure, and I understood why; she had been through a lot.
"Well, texting would be easier," she said as she wrote down her number. "I would really like to get to know him." Her smile grew, and I couldn't help smiling back. "How old is he?"
"I don't know," I said with a laugh. "I could ask Edward."
"Yes, please," she said with a laugh.
I texted Edward, like I did every day at lunch, but threw my question in there.
"He's twenty-five," I told her as she smiled.
"Okay, I want to talk to him."
"Will your parents be upset about the age difference?" I asked.
"No, I'm eighteen; as long as I'm safe, they won't care," she said as my eyes grew.
I didn't know she was older than me.
"I missed too much school my freshmen year, so I fell behind a year," she said, clearing up my confusion.
"How were you saved?" I asked.
"During one of my beatings, my dad busted a few ribs. I went to school, because if I didn't, that would make things worse. Because of the broken ribs, I ended up puncturing a lung while I was at school. I collapsed and was rushed to the Emergency Room. Of course, questions were asked that not even I could lie my way out of. After that, I met my foster parents, and my faith was regained that there were good people in this world," she said with a smile.
"I'm glad you were saved," I said, placing my hand on top of hers. "I'm going to miss you this week."
"Me, too. I wish we could talk on the phone," she said, spinning her cell around on the table top.
"I know. Edward is going to be home all week, though. Esme will be busy with getting dinner ready, but maybe I will be able to go and help her," I said with a shrug.
Later that night while Edward and I were eating dinner, I gave him Alice's number.
"She said he could text her, but she doesn't think she could talk to him right away," I told him as I took the bite of food he was offering me.
"Why?" he asked before putting food in his mouth.
"Her father was horrible to her. Just like mine was to me. She was saved, but she is still scared of men. She doesn't think she could talk to him right away," I said as I waited for more food.
"So you talked with her today?" he asked, sitting back in his chair.
"Well, yeah; you said I could," I said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Did I?" he asked as I frowned at him.
"You said to ask for her number, so I did. She started talking to me, I couldn't be rude," I said, raising my voice slightly.
"You do nothing I ask," he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin before throwing it down onto the table.
"What did you want me to do? I asked for her number and she got nervous. I know I'm never going to do anything right, but you need to figure out what you want from me!" I yelled as he raised his eyebrows at me.
"I want you to do as I ask. When you start doing that, then you will be doing things right," he said, showing his anger.
"I do everything you ask of me! You make me crazy! Every day before you come home, I run around here like crazy, hoping that the house is good enough, but it never is! You find the smallest thing wrong, and then you punish me. You asked me if I would get Alice's number, and I did. So what if she talked me? I don't get what your problem is!" I half yelled, standing from my chair.
I intended to walk away before I got myself in trouble, but I knew it was already too late.
"I don't know who you think you are Little Girl," he said grabbing a hold of my arm as I tried to walk away.
"I love you, but you're driving me nuts. I do everything for you, but it's like you want me to mess up. I try so hard. Every day I try to be the wife you want. Every day I try to make you happy, and for some reason I can't do it. If you tell me to do something, I do it! Please, Edward; I can't take much more. You told me to ask Alice, but what kind of person would I have been if I had just walked away while she was talking? She was scared, but she wanted to get to know Jasper. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but you have to give me a break on something," I said through the tears that were falling rapidly.
"I'm the only person that you have to worry or care about. The only way you will ever get to know Alice is if she and Jasper start dating. Get the idea of being friends with her out of your head. Me, Bella! I'm the only person in this world that you have to worry or care about it, do you understand me?" he asked, shaking me a bit.
"I do understand, but you confuse me. You have to say what you mean, and mean what you say. If you don't, I'm going to mess up. I mess up enough on my own without you making me."
"You need to change your tone with me right now."
"I'm sorry," I cried as he pulled me into his body. "I try so hard, Edward. I try so hard for you."
Without answering me, Edward pulled me over his lap after removing my pants and panties, and gave me fifteen swift spankings to my bottom. I clung to his leg as I cried out with each one. I knew I deserved the punishment, but I just felt so overwhelmed with everything. I didn't know right from wrong with him anymore.
"Do you understand now, Baby?" he asked.
"Yes, Edward," I whispered. "I only need to be concerned about you and any children that we might have. Not with having friends or anyone outside of our family."
"Good girl," he said, kissing my forehead. "Go wash your face and then clean up the dinner dishes. We'll go to bed afterwards."
After our little fight, things were better for a few days. Those were the days that I really enjoyed. Those were the days that Edward said I did well. Those were the days when he kissed me and called me his good girl. I felt like I was a good wife on those days. I was taking care of my husband and our home, and I loved it. Even leading up to Thanksgiving Day was great...until the day itself.
I was working alongside Esme when I needed to use the bathroom. I was headed down the hall when I heard Edward speaking to his father. He sounded so sad, and I needed to know why. I knew eavesdropping was wrong, but I had to know.
"I think she should have a physical done," Edward said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Surely she should have been pregnant by now."
I dropped my gaze to the floor and blinked away my tears. He was right. With as much as we've been all over one another, I definitely should have been pregnant by now. But why wasn't I? Was there something wrong with me? Would he want to get rid of me if I couldn't give him children?
"Edward, Son," Carlisle said gently. "You have only been married for three months. For most couples, it can take up to six months to become pregnant."
"I know," Edward sighed. I knew he wanted a baby, but hearing how sad he was broke my heart. "I just feel like maybe she should be checked out."
I saw Carlisle sit back in his chair and pressed his fingers together. I knew I was chancing it by looking, but I was hoping to see Edward's face.
"And you already have it worked out if she were to become pregnant?" he asked. "Juggling parenthood on top of school is a big responsibility."
I bit my lip in anxiety because I knew Carlisle was right. How could I go to school for seven hours a day and leave my baby with someone else? How would I survive that? The baby would be my responsibility. My child. Why would I want someone else to raise him or her?
"We can adjust as needed when the time comes," Edward said. "Right now, I just want her checked out to make sure she's alright."
"She's your wife; only you know what she needs, but I think you should wait a few more months," Carlisle said. Maybe I did need to get checked out.
"I just really want a child. I know we have a lot of time, but I'm so ready," he said as I headed away from the door. I couldn't stand to listen to the sadness in his voice. I felt like a failure.
I was quiet all through dinner. I just felt like I was never going to make Edward fully happy. Of course, my silence didn't go unnoticed. Once we were home, I thought about talking to him, but I didn't want to get punished. It was our first holiday together; it should have been amazing, but it wasn't that great. My mind was only focused on not giving Edward a baby.
"Baby, are you okay?" he asked as we cuddled up in bed.
"No," I croaked. I couldn't stop the tears even though I tried. "Please don't be mad, but I did something I shouldn't have."
"Come on, Bella," he said with a groan. I knew I had ruined another special day.
"I'm so sorry," I said as he sat up.
"Tell me what you did."
"I was going to the bathroom and I overheard you and your dad talking. I'm sorry I can't give you a child," I cried. "I'll go to the doctor if you want me to."
"Bella, I do want a child, but these things take time. If you aren't pregnant by summer, we will go to the doctor," he said as he held me close. "We'll have a baby, I just know it."
"I really want to give you a baby. Maybe we can research it. Maybe there are things we can do on our own," I said with a shrug.
"That's a really great idea, Sweetie. I'll see what I can find," he said, pulling me to him. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I said as my eyes closed.
He wasn't mad, and we were able to come to a compromise of sorts that made the both of us happy. Maybe things were going to start looking up soon.
Wow a lot happened in this chapter! You got to see some of Alice's life. You got to see that Edward is still brainwashing Bella, and you got to see that Bella and Edward can act like a real couple. I hope you all still enjoying this story!