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"Hooooly….oh fuck…Oh, Jesus Christ!" Bella writhed as much as the bondage allowed her, her head turning from side to side on the mattress.

If Edward didn't stop the torment on her sex, she was going to combust.

As she rapidly climbed to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, the vibrator stopped. She could feel tears pooling into her eyes.

"Noo! No, please!" Her wide eyes turned to look at Edward.

They weren't even playing, per say. He was testing a new vibrator he bought, but Bella had insisted on having her limbs tied to the bed.

Edward wasn't looking at her. His creased brows frowned down upon the toy in his hand. Then a loud laugh escaped his lips.

"Edward," she whined, wishing she could move and shake him for tormenting her like this.

His amused eyes met hers. "Looks like we broke the vibrator."

"WHAT?"

"Well…it ran out of battery." He kept laughing, running a hand over her thigh. "I can't say that's ever happened to me during a scene."

"I promise not to move. Go, get some batteries," she joked.

"What if I bring something else?" he suggested, making his way to the chest of drawers.

"No! This was amazing. You have no idea!"

"Oh, I have some idea. Luckily, we're home alone," he chuckled.

For Bella, it felt like she had to wait an eternity, only for Edward to return empty-handed. He was still chuckling over the impediment.

"Looks like we're out of any spare batteries."

"Can't you use some from another vibrator?"

"I doubt they have batteries. Remember how someone decided to clean them all by throwing them in that basket filled with water?" He quirked a brow, heading to the chest of drawers.

Bella felt like crying. She wanted to kick herself for her lapse of judgement when she decided to clean all the toys when she heard that used to be Tanya's job. Bella had made Edward promise to never involve Tanya in the process of cleaning the sex toys.

"All empty," Edward said after a few minutes. He crouched by the foot of the bed, untying her ankles. Then he did the same to her wrists. "There are other ways to make you wild with need."

She turned to stare at him curiously. Edward laughed loudly.

"You know, the good old fashioned way." He discarded his boxers, before climbing in bed behind her.

"You'll run out of batteries, too," she mumbled.

Edward pressed his face against her back, laughing. "Eventually." He ran a hand up her side, before cupping her left breast, as he turned Bella on her side. His hot breath washed over her neck as he pushed inside her slowly. "Trust me, I'm not as senseless as that vibrator. I won't leave you unsatisfied."

Bella giggled, turning her head to seek his mouth for a hungry kiss.

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Bella was beginning to lose her battle with sleep when the bedroom door opened. Edward had called her around noon time, telling her not to wait up for him because he had a long evening ahead of him, schmoozing some client.

It was close to midnight now, and Bella had grown used to falling asleep in Edward's arms, especially since she'd moved in with him.

Edward wasn't his usual stealthy self, careful not to wake her. The door banged to the wall and Edward stumbled into her nightstand. A startled sound escaped him, as he teetered precariously, before miraculously finding his balance.

Bella didn't even have to ask if he had anything to drink. His swaying and the way he smelled like a distillery was answer enough. Though, she was curious of why he'd gotten drunk during an important dinner. Maybe it had gone wrong.

Bella hadn't seen Edward drunk since the night they'd met. And even then, she hadn't interacted much with him.

She flipped her nightstand lamp on, making another surprised sound escape him. Their eyes met, and Bella had to laugh at the startled look on his face. His green eyes were sparkling in the dim light and his cheeks were flushed.

"I see you had a good time," she commented, getting out of the bed, ready to help him. It was clear, he'd need her assistance in getting undressed.

Edward threw an arm around her shoulders, nearly knocking her down in the process. "Ben's a sadist. He knows how I hate dealing with Lucinda."

"So you got her drunk?"

He threw his head back, laughing. Bella had to take a moment and enjoy this carefree Edward. It wasn't often when all his walls were down. "We started Happy Hour early. Turns out, she's not quite the vulture I imagined her to be."

Bella worked on untying his loosened tie, letting it fall to the floor, before she started undoing his shirt buttons. Edward peered down at what she was doing, a smile stretching on his face.

"Getting me naked, Miss Swan?"

"I'll bet you don't want to fall asleep in your suit. What happened to your jacket and shoes?"

"They're around." He shrugged adorably.

A throat clearing from the doorway made Bella glance over to see Felix. He was turned so he wouldn't face the room, and Bella could see his ears were red in embarrassment.

After making sure Edward wasn't going to lose his balance, she hurried to Felix. "Thank you, Felix," she whispered.

"It's my job to bring him home safe." He glanced at her. "Do you need my help getting him in bed?"

Bella was aware that Felix had handled drunk Edward multiple times in past. Though, he was the funny drunk now, not that sad drunk she'd seen at the bar when Emmett had brought him over for drinks.

"I can handle him. Thanks."

"I'm stuck." Edward's voice came from behind her, and Bella had to suppress a giggle at finding him trapped in his shirt. He'd tried taking it off like a regular t-shirt and now his arms were stuck at an odd angle above his head with the shirt halfway over his head.

Felix chuckled. "My offer still stands."

"Don't worry. I have a feeling I'm going to get a handful for teasing material for the next century out of tonight." Bella winked.

Still chuckling, Felix continued down the hallway to his room. Bella closed the door, turning to face her still struggling drunken boyfriend. When his balance was compromised by his attempt at freeing himself, he fell backwards, thankfully landing on the bed.

"Oooomph!" The tearing sound let Bella know the shirt had been damaged beyond repair, but Edward looked ridiculously happy at having escaped it.

Bella went over, straddling his lap. She unbuckled his belt, earning a devious smile from Edward. His hands went under the large shirt she was wearing – it was one she'd borrowed from him in the early days of their relationship.

"Hey, mister!" She slapped his hands. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"How many times have I felt you unsatisfied?" he asked as seriously as he could, while slurring the words.

"Let's not break your clean record now."

He got a determined look on his face, and Bella knew she wouldn't be able to tell him no if he wanted sex. He was likely to want sex, because drinking usually had that effect on a person's libido, unless the drinking was done to cure heartache.

Bella struggled to finish undressing Edward, who was on a mission to get her naked. She allowed him to take the shirt off her, after she'd pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. She noticed he was missing one sock.

Edward flipped her around, so her back was against the mattress and he was looming over her. He swayed, catching himself with a hand planted near her head.

"You need to sleep," she pointed out, knowing how dizzy alcohol could make one feel.

"Need my Bella," he mumbled, dipping his head to kiss her neck.

His words warmed her, but Bella still braced herself for disappointment. He was far too intoxicated to be able to hold himself up, let alone move inside her.

Edward continued kissing down her shoulder, then he spent a long time nipping at her breasts, before he shifted so he'd be able to take her panties off. The complicated movement had his knee nearly slipping off the edge of the bed, which made him laugh.

Bella chose to help him accomplish the difficult task, rolling her panties down her legs and throwing them to the other side of the room. Edward beamed, cupping her sex. The coil in her stomach tightened at feeling his strong hand where she needed him the most.

Two fingers dipped into her wetness, and he groaned loudly. "Fuck, so wet."

She stroked the hair out of his eyes, gripping onto his bicep as he started pumping his fingers inside her. His rhythm was sloppy, but he still managed to make her lose her mind.

His mouth crashed onto hers, kissing her with wild passion. She gripped his hair tighter, returning the kiss. Then his hands grabbed the back of her thighs, as he positioned himself.

Bella gasped, shifting away when, in his inebriated state, Edward tried entering the wrong hole. She reached between them to help him, but he trapped her hand by her side. Bella squeezed her eyes shut, ready to kick him away and never hear the end of it. Thankfully, Edward lost balance. Unfortunately, they butted heads.

She expected him to promptly fall asleep, not struggle to get up and continue his attempt at fucking her.

"Let me." She rolled him on his back, deciding that it was best if she took the lead. She'd make sure his dick got inside the correct hole. Bella doubted she'd ever accept having him where nothing should ever go in. No amount of convincing from Edward, and even Alice's tales about how good it felt, were going to change her mind.

She'd probably have to be the drunk one, if it ever happened. So she'd hopefully not remember it in the morning.

As she lowered on Edward's erection, his hands tangled into her hair, pulling her down. They kept kissing and touching each other, like any other time they fucked, though, the difference came in his jerky and sloppy thrusts. And how vocal Edward was. He didn't usually make so many sounds during sex, which Bella decided it was the sexiest thing ever. Hearing him groan when she moved to sit on his lap and ride him, made her forget about being on display and feeling her breasts jiggle.

Edward's hands grabbed her ass, and he started thrusting up, his neck arched, his lips parted. That sigh was Bella's undoing, and she took him with her spiraling.

The morning brought out a hilarious sight when Bella woke up. Harley had learned to open doors, and he'd made himself at home in bed with them. The funny thing was that Edward was cuddling the dog, his face mushed into Harely's fur. Harley was in one of his crazy sleeping positions with one of his front legs in the air, and his back legs pressed against Edward's thighs.

Knowing how light both of them slept, Bella carefully reached for her phone to snap their picture. It turned out, she didn't have to worry, because both of them were dead to the world.

After using the bathroom, she placed a couple strong painkillers by Edward's nightstand and a glass of water, then ambled toward the kitchen in search for coffee.

It wasn't often when she woke up first, but she enjoyed these quiet weekend mornings.

Tanya was making waffles.

"Morning," Bella greeted. She filled her mug with coffee, before adding sugar and cream, and stirring.

Tanya turned to her, somewhat worried. "Good morning," she said quietly. "Uh, is everything okay?"

"Yes. Why?" Bella leaned against the counter, checking herself to make sure the shirt covered all the important parts.

Tanya pointed to one of the stools, where she'd folded Edward's suit jacket. The missing sock was on top of it, along with his phone and wallet. His shoes were under the stool.

Bella knuckled her forehead. "Let's leave it at he knows how to schmooze his clients," she joked. "Ow." Bella gingerly touched her forehead with her fingers. There was a bump over her right eye.

Tanya's eyes were watching her anxiously. The waffles seemed to have been forgotten.

"We bumped heads," Bella explained, feeling her face growing hot. "Don't worry. Edward was in a good mood last night."

Tanya's cheeks pinked, as she returned to making breakfast. "I'm sorry. But after…"

"It's cool. I get it. Felix was worried, too."

"I was sleeping when he returned," she explained.

"Lucky you. Even if I'd been asleep when Edward arrived, I'd have woken up due to the ruckus he made." Bella shook her head, giggling.

Edward was the funniest drunk she'd seen, if his drinking wasn't based on forgetting painful memories. Bella hadn't imagined seeing this side of him, though she'd enjoyed it.

"Like I told Felix last night, I've got plenty teasing material to throw at him now."

Tanya snorted, pushing a plate of freshly made waffles to Bella. "There's chocolate and blueberry jam." She nodded to the jars on the island counter.

"Thanks, Tanya."

Bella was munching on her first waffle, when Felix joined them in the kitchen. He quirked a brow at Bella, fighting off a smile.

"Rough night?"

"Shut up." Bella moved her hair sideways to cover the bump.

Felix went to take a waffle from the stack on the plate next to Tanya, wrapping an arm around Tanya's waist. Bella hadn't grown used to seeing them open about their relationship. She could remember her shock when she'd found out they were dating. Edward had been as clueless as her.

Tanya was in the process of wiping crumbs from Felix's mouth when Edward stumbled into view. His hair was a wild mess and his sweats hung low on his hips.

He fell into the stool across from Bella, pressing his forehead against the marble top. He groaned loudly, lifting his head to touch his forehead. He was sporting a bump, too, which made Bella laugh.

"I think I hit my head on something," he muttered.

That did it for Bella. She exploded in loud laughter. "We knocked heads."

"Why?" Edward frowned, meeting her eyes.

Bella kept laughing. "Because you were too drunk to hold your weight?" She wasn't ready to go in details with Felix and Tanya near.

"Huh. Harley is banned from our room," Edward mumbled, as Tanya placed his coffee in front of him. "Thanks."

"Oh, but you looked quite cozy this morning," Bella teased.

Edward scrunched his eyes shut. "Let's leave it at, I thought I was kissing you awake. Then I felt his breath on my face."

"It was revenge after last night," Felix joked.

"What happened last night?" Bella asked, curiously. Harley usually slept in the backyard.

"Well, he was sleeping here, by the island." Felix pointed to the spot close to the chair holding Edward's things. "Mr. Cullen tripped over him when he was trying to step out of his shoes while walking. Harley stole one of his socks. It was a struggle."

Edward snorted. "I remember that. His love for dirty socks is disturbing."

Bella unlocked her phone and showed Edward the compromising pictures she'd taken of him and Harley. He palmed his face, before placing his head on his folded arms on top of the countertop.

"Did you take the pills I left for you?" Bella asked softly, not liking to see him in pain.

"They're starting to kick in. My head is feeling less like a dance floor for elephants."

"Good." She reached over to stroke his hair. He sighed loudly, but didn't move away. "Maybe you should go and lay down some more?" she suggested.

"I promised Dad I'll head over to help him mount a bookshelf in his study."

"We'll go earlier than the time we have to be there for dinner. He'll understand." Bella rounded the counter, taking Edward's hand. "Come on."

He picked his coffee, allowing her to take him back to bed.

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The door of the sterile hospital room opened to show Bella the last person she wanted to see at the moment – Dr. Cullen. She avoided his eyes, as she glared at her hands resting on top of her swollen stomach.

"Well, hello Mrs. Cullen," he said teasingly, though Bella could hear the concern in his voice. "I should have known it would be you in this room, not Esme, but the nurse who told me about a Mrs. Cullen brought in earlier, worded it wrongly."

"And you didn't read the chart. You'd have figured out it was me." Bella rubbed a hand over her belly, fighting a smile. "I'm fine, really."

Carlisle approached the bed, examining the chart at the foot of her bed. "Did your doctor already see you?"

"Yes. The baby's fine. The mommy is a klutz."

He chuckled. "What happened?"

Bella's cheeks colored in embarrassment. "I was walking Harley. He saw a stray cat on the other side of street. Need I say more?"

"He pulled you across a street?" Carlisle asked, worried.

"It was a small, side street near the beach. When I stumbled, I let go of the leash. Instead of chasing the cat, he came to check on me, which was sweet of him."

"Does Edward know?"

"Not yet," Bella mumbled. "He's bound to hear about it when he returns home and I'm not there."

"Were you alone with Harley?"

Bella groaned, feeling like she was being questioned by the police. "I was with Felix. He was a few feet behind, throwing Harley's poop in the trash. He insisted to bring me to the hospital."

"It's a good thing. Such small accident might do actual damage to the baby, unknown to the mother."

"But she's fine," Bella protested. "Can I go home?"

Before Carlisle could answer, the door opened abruptly. Edward was livid, as he stepped into the room. His green eyes appeared to be wet from across the room, and Bella could only imagine what he'd imagined that happened. If she could have kept this from him, he'd have never caught wind of her falling.

Edward stopped by his father, who rubbed a hand over Edward's back, whispering something to him, before leaving them alone.

Edward crossed the room slowly, sitting by her side on the bed. "When Felix answered your phone and he said you were at the hospital…" His voice was shaking, as tears pooled into his eyes.

"Felix loves to create drama." Bella rolled her eyes.

"You fell! You could have seriously injured yourself. The baby…" His voice broke, as his large hand covered hers on her stomach. "Are you both okay?"

"Yes, Edward. You can ask Dr. Snow, if you don't believe me."

Edward nodded, threading his fingers through hers, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. "If you ever scare me like this…"

Bella snorted. "You knew what you were getting yourself into from the beginning. I'm a klutz. And…as much as I hate to blame Harley, he'll never obey me like does you. Besides, he saw a cat, which is, like, the supreme—"

Edward pressed a finger to her lips, smiling softly. "Don't worry. Harley will be punished for this."

"I already plan to revoke privileges from coming inside our room."

"No Bella time. He'll learn to cherish you, and not act like a savage around you."

"He's a dog…an animal. That sort of punishment won't work," Bella reminded him.

"It might. If you remember correctly, the last time you were mad at him, for chewing your favorite shoes, and you avoided him for a week, he was a completely different dog when you finally allowed him near." Edward leaned to kiss her forehead. "You scared the shit out of me, Bella."

"I'm so sorry." There was nothing else she could say.

From the moment she'd discovered she was pregnant, Bella had dreaded something like this happening. Edward had become extra protective. He'd insisted for Felix to drive Bella to work and accompany her wherever she went, if Edward didn't especially need him by his side. Jacob had recently become the other bodyguard if Felix wasn't around.

Bella shuddered at the thought of the events of that evening to have happened on Jake's watch. He'd probably be chopped to pieces and fed to Harley.

"Can you find out if I can come home? I hate hospitals," Bella begged.

Edward sighed loudly, but left the room, leaving her with her thoughts.

When they arrived home later that evening, Edward inaugurated new house rules. Bella wasn't allowed to walk Harley anymore, being the first one. The second one, was that Bella had to always be accompanied by either Felix or Jacob, if Edward couldn't go with her wherever she wanted.

Bella wanted to be upset for the way Edward was taking her freedom away, but she understood where all his fears came from. If he was surprised that she didn't argue his decisions, he didn't let it show.

The last five weeks of the pregnancy were going to be challenging on her nerves; that was for sure.

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