A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be laughing over my giddiness that a storm is coming! It might rain, people. I hardly ever does that here. :D Am I right, djsmommy, Want2nach, TWIce as nice, and PlzFngMe? :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. Seriously, it's windy. And cloudy. Just one of those could knock out our power for days! Taking with it my internet connection. Oh no...gotta post this quick. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She went to the zoo today with ttharman. I hope they had fun... :)

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. EBT tells me when I curse too much, which honestly, if you knew us, you'd be dying laughing at that statement. :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. So, last chapter...I said it was Barry White that sang "Let's Get it On" and really it was Marvin Gaye. Sorry, I'm a dorky nerd. This is old news. :D I can't tell the different between Barry White and Marvin Gaye and Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder...oh wait, I know who Stevie Wonder is. :D I grew up on rock music, to the likes of Journey, Fleetwood Mac, Pat Benatar, Van Halen, Jimi Hendrix, those peoples. My dad's a rocker...it was kinda awesome. And I honestly can't even speculate the number of hours I spent as a child singing along to each and ever Journey cassette tape we had, which was all of them. It was a HUGE deal when they came out with a new album. Seriously, huge. I think the best gift I ever bought my dad was their greatest hits cd. He still listens to it, all the time. When not watching their concert video. And don't even get me started on their new singer. Please. If it ain't Steve Perry, it ain't right. Anyway, how about another lemon? Yes? Okie dokie...

(Yeah, I left this one too. It made me laugh at how big a dork I am. :D And I do know of Stevie Wonder. He sings "I Just Called To Say I Love You." I usually think that chorus in my head at least once a day. Weird... :D )

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… Chapter Forty Three - Long Haul … Bella …

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My eyes open and I see that it's nearly noon. We've been sleeping for two hours. And I could easily fall back to sleep here in your arms.

Your hand is softly gliding up and down my side, my hip. I know you're awake.

I wonder for how long.

My eyes open and I see you, staring at me. Smiling.

"Hi."

I smile, and blink. "Hi," I say back. It doesn't sound like nearly enough, not for what we just did a few hours ago.

"You hungry? I thought I'd order in something. I don't want to get out of bed yet, and I don't want you out of bed, either."

I laugh, you're so sweet.

"Okay, I have a few take out menus in the kitchen, if you want. Unless you have something in mind."

We decide on Chinese food. I love it, the place nearby is amazing. I remember what good Chicken Lo Mein does to you, and I can't pass up the chance to hear you moaning like that.

Lucky for us, I have the number in my phone, on the nightstand, so we can stay in bed a little longer.

Someone will have to get the door when the food arrives, but we'll deal with that then.

"I wanted to talk to you," you say.

I should be worried. Most good conversations don't start out that way. But I'll wait, see what you say.

"I want to be together, for the long haul. Are you on board with that?"

I'm quiet, knowing I am, but not wanting to seem over eager about it. The whole play-hard-to-get thing coming through.

"Think about it, because once you give me an answer, we're moving forward with it. Whatever it is."

Your eyes watch me, carefully.

I smile. "Yes, I'm on board. I want you forever and ever, too."

Your smile mimics mine, and I'm happy.

"Okay, now as far as this whole living situation goes... Hear me out before you say anything, please?"

I nod. I'll listen. Doesn't mean I have to agree. I like where I live, though I know already that you have concerns. You wouldn't be you if you didn't.

"I live about five miles from here, not too far. And I have a three bedroom apartment. I was thinking, if you want, maybe you and Claire can come over to my place tonight. You can check it out, see what you think. There's more than enough room for all of us there, Bella."

I nod, letting your know I'm hearing you, considering this.

"I don't know if you have a lease or anything here, but we can figure that out. But, I want us to be together, like a real family. Claire could have her own room, and you and I can have our room. And there's an extra, for an office if you need to study, or toys if Claire needs it, or a baby or whatever."

Whoa, a baby? Did you just say what I think you said?

"Edward, you know how old I am, right? You want another baby with me?" I ask, honestly curious about your response. It's not out of the question. Not like I've gone through "the change" or anything yet. I guess it could happen.

"Well, I missed Claire when she was small, and I always thought I'd have children, not just a child. I want her to have siblings, baby. I want us to get to share our lives with lots of little ones. As many as we can have, or as you're willing to have. I promise to help the whole way through."

Your eyes are so hopeful, lit up with the possibilities of a large family.

You really don't see how old I am. How our age difference makes this kind of talk hard for me.

"And if we can't have them, maybe we could adopt or something, you know? I just want babies with you, Bella. I want children with you. I want us to have that experience together. I don't need an answer today, I just need to know that you'll think about it. That it's not completely out of the question."

I smile. "I'm thinking about it. Although, with as old as I am, we might have to have them soon, and close together in age. I hope you're okay with that."

The thousand watt smile on your face assures me that you are. And I'm happy.

"Now, your job."

I knew this was coming.

"Baby, you can't walk home from work anymore. No way, no how. It's not happening."

Huh, that's not quite what I was expecting, but okay. You're concerned about my safety, I get it. But you don't mind me working there?

"So, you're not gonna demand that I quit tomorrow?" I ask, needing to know.

If you ask me to, I will. If you tell me to, we've got a fight on our hands.

After living with him so long, being told what to do, I can't take it anymore. I won't live like that.

"Well, you said you have a plan, right? You're only working until the end of the year?"

"Yes," I say, wondering what you'll say next.

You keep surprising me over and over again.

"So, how about this. There's what, eight more months in the year? What if we half that. You work four more months and save every penny you make, put it toward school. I'm already paying for my apartment and utilities and everything, so if we live there together, that's all covered. And I make enough to take care of you, I'm not worried. But I know you want your own things, your own money, so you work through...August, then that's it. Sound okay? It's half, I'm trying to give us both what we want."

I smile. I can live with compromise. Nodding, I push my body against yours, showing you how much your words mean to me. You laugh, nuzzling my neck with your nose.

"Okay, I can do that."

Your sigh of relief makes me glad, peaceful.

"Oh, and please, if you care anything at all about my sanity and keeping me out of prison, no more private dances. At all. Because baby, if I knew you were alone in a room, naked, with some man watching you, or even clothed, but with some man touching you, I'd lose my mind. I'd end up killing someone, I think. And I really don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison."

I laugh. "You're too pretty for prison, baby. You'd end up someones bitch, and if you're gonna be that, I'd prefer you be mine...and service me whenever I want you to."

You nod, groaning as my hand wraps around your quickly hardening cock.

"Oh yeah, I'd much prefer that, too. I don't ever want to intimately know a big man named Bubba."

I laugh, giggle is more like it. You do this to me.

I haven't giggled so much in years. Not since I was last with you.

"Okay, no private dances, except when you come in. Then I'll get Felix to turn off the camera's and we can have some fun."

"Oh yeah?" you purr to me, your voice low and filled with sex and want. Greed.

"Mmm hmmm. Although, you may have a problem with Tanya. She wanted you the other night, told me if you chose the touch option, I was supposed to come get her so that she could join us. She was dying to get on your dick."

"Well, if Tanya wants to play, then she can watch, cause the only girl I'm fucking ever again is you. You got that?"

I sigh as you push me onto my back and bury yourself inside of me once again.

This time is faster, more desperate and needy, which I like. I love how reckless you are, how wild and out of control you become.

It's incredible. And knowing that I cause you to do that...amazing.

We both finish just as the door buzzer rings. With a smile and a quick kiss, you're off me, pulling on pants and running for the door.

I lay there wondering.

When should I tell you that I'm not on any birth control?

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A/N: You knew that was coming. :D If you know me at all, you know I like babies. :) Also, at the beginning of the story, Bella was not on birth control because her hubs was fixed, it would have raised suspicions if she's suddenly gone on the pill. Now, she's not on anything because why? She wasn't having sex, no need for it. Could Edward use a condom? Sure, but neither of them have any (again, no sex in the past few years) and I don't think that's what was on Edward's mind at the moment. :)

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