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10/15/2022
Chapter 27
EPOV
Something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had spied Bella looking around smiling while she studied everyone in the room. It was like she knew something that no one else knew. Or maybe she was just plain happy, which I sincerely hoped she was, so after our visit with the family, we made our way home. Then something weird happened that started jumbling thoughts in my head. "Can we stop for some Nachos? I'm in the mood for jalapenos."
I quirked a brow at her, "Bella, you do realize we just ate about two hours ago, right?"
"Yeah, but I'm hungry, again and I'm dying for something spicy."
I must be really slow because, at first, I didn't pay attention to what she was asking for. I was trying to remember if I even saw her eat anything, and how much when were at my parents' house. Then I started thinking about jalapenos, and jalapenos led to me thinking about when she was preg...
Then it hit me right in the face. I had been in this very same situation once before and as a matter of fact, not very long ago, as I recall. "Bella, you're not really hungry are you?" She shook her head. "But you've been craving spicy foods, haven't you?" She nodded her head. "Are you trying to tell me what I think you're trying to tell me?"
She smiled. "Yep," she said, popping the P.
I slammed on the breaks before moving over to the side of the road. Traffic be damned. I reached across and unfastened her seatbelt. "Get over here." I helped her climb over the console and into my lap. "You're pregnant?"
She nodded shyly at me. "Yes, I'm about eight weeks."
"I thought you..." I stuttered. "I thought we decided to wait a couple of years before we had another baby?" I asked, confused and uncertain as to how or why she changed her mind.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't expect to get pregnant right away, but I stopped taking my pill a couple of months ago. Are you mad?"
I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her neck, squeezing her like there was no tomorrow. "I'm far from mad. I'm very, very happy. More than happy; I'm ecstatic."
"Da...da...da...ma...ma...ma..." We heard Avery mutter from the backseat where she had been completely quiet.
I pulled back and pressed my lips to hers, firmly before releasing her. "We better get home before someone gets restless on us. We'll talk more about this there."
Bella climbed back into her seat after she tended to Avery. She only wanted a plastic toy to shake around to occupy herself.
The rest of our drive home was quiet, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I kept looking over at Bella, which she had a huge smile of her own. I could tell she was happy and no where near worried or upset about having babies so close together.
When Avery was first born, we had talked about having more children. I wanted them right away, but we compromised and decided to wait a couple of years. I didn't know what changed her mind, but I couldn't be happier that she did. I don't even care that she made the decision on her own without consulting with me.
When we made it home, Avery was fed her last bottle for the evening, given a bath and settled into bed. We were glad she started sleeping through the night when she was about two and half months old. And now in about seven months, we'll have another little one to tend to. I would keep her barefoot and pregnant if I could get away with it.
Bella was snuggled into bed when I walked into our room. She had a manuscript perched up on her bent knees, reading over it. She had a pair of reading glasses resting on the edge of her nose. She looked so beautiful in her natural glory. I hated when she lathered make-up all over her face, which she rarely did anymore. She still put lip gloss on or ChapStick.
I crawled up on the bed and eased my way up close to her. I snaked my arm around her, stopping with my hand on her flat stomach. "So?" I pressed a kiss to her exposed arm. Her skin was so smooth and soft. "About this little one?"
"Mmmhmm..." she hummed as she continued to read.
I started kissing my way up her arm, adjusting myself so I could get a better angle to her neck. I began placing light kisses and small licks just below her ear. I knew I could get a response from her the more I continued my seduction, so I moved my hand up and cupped one of her breasts, feeling her pebble with my touch. Slowly, I massaged it, swiping my thumb over her peaked nipple. She moaned, quietly, but continued with her reading.
My next destination was between her legs. If my touches weren't warning her of my intentions, then I'd have to take evasive action.
I eased my hand down between her legs, where surprisingly, she didn't have any panties on. "What's this? No panties?" I slipped my middle finger between her folds and found her completely wet. "Oooh, baby, you're already wet."
She moaned, letting her head fall back to the headboard with a thump. Her manuscript was quickly closed up and tossed onto the bedside table. She dropped her knees open and reached her hands above her head, taking a hold of the headboard slats. Her breathing accelerated with each swipe of my finger. Her nub was swollen and ready for me to pay more attention to. Her legs jerked, trying to close around my hand as I started making small circular motions over her clit.
It had been a few days since the last time I made love to my wife. I had been out of town with the team for an away game, and by the way her body was reacting to my touch, it was like we had gone weeks.
Adjusting myself again, I knelt between her legs, reached up and tugged on her sleep shirt. She arched her back, giving me plenty of room to pull it off. I tossed it to the floor, not caring where it landed. Then I grasped her knees and pushed them up and further apart. I smoothed my hands down over her legs where I began to rub my thumbs over the apex of her thighs. She had the perfect landing strip of hair. Not too little, not too much; just perfect.
"I thought you wanted to talk about the baby?" She asked; eyes closed with her head arched into her pillow.
"I am talking, baby. I'm talking to your body, telling it how fuckin' sexy it is and now even more that you'll be growing another baby, for us." I removed my hand from her promise land and made my way over her stomach, noticing the few beautiful, light stretch marks. "Do you realize how much I really do love you? I loved it when you were pregnant with Avery and I'll love it each and every time you're pregnant with our future children."
"I thought I could wait, but I couldn't. Avery's growing up too fast." She reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me down so that I was face to face with her. "God, I love you, Edward. I feel like the luckiest girl alive to have your babies, be married to you and you love me back."
I lowered myself down on her, leaning on my elbows. I pressed my lips to hers, but wanted closer contact, so I raised a hand and grasped the back of her neck, pulling her to me. I sought immediate entrance into her mouth, with my tongue. She was more than willing to embrace the intimacy with me.
Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush with her body. I knew she was okay with the weight, and I was too...for now. Once her body became swollen with our child, I wouldn't have the privilege of pressing myself so close.
She didn't waste any time by using her feet to push my boxers down. I was already hard as steel and with her being wet and ready, I wasn't waiting any longer.
I rose up just a tad, reaching down and grasping my length to line it up with her entrance. I could feel the hot wetness at my tip before I slowly pushed my way in. She was still just as tight as any other time I've made love to her. Even after giving birth to Avery, I can't tell the difference. I could thank the good doctors for discovering Kegel exercises.
"You feel so good," she whispered into my ear as I began to move. I hooked her left leg over my arm, letting it rest at the bend of my elbow. I was going slow, but pressing hard, swiveling my hips once I was completely sheathed inside of her. "Every time you do that, it feels like you're hitting my spleen."
I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Does it hurt?"
She shook her head. "No, it feels really good."
I started kissing her again and sped up my pace, continuing to swivel my hips. "God, I miss you so much when I'm gone." I whispered against her lips. "I love you, baby. Thank you for changing your mind about waiting and for the surprise." I used my knees and pushed her legs open as wide as they could go. This gave me a different angle so I could hit that very delicate spot up inside her.
"I love you, too, Edward. More than you know." I pressed inside of her slow and hard. I felt like I couldn't get deep enough. She felt so good wrapped around me. There's no other feeling, sexual wise, that can top the way she makes me feel when I'm inside of her.
Just as I started to speed up, she pulled away from our kiss. "I wanna be on top." She then pushed at my shoulder, so I moved to lie on my back. She climbed on top and pressed her chest against mine, kissing me passionately, moaning and gyrating above me. She sat up after a couple of minutes then reached down and lined herself up with my hardness. She sank down on me, throwing her head back. I guess I wasn't going fast enough for her because she began bouncing up and down on my dick. Her hands were grasping at my shins as she leaned back. This is one of her favorite positions and mine, as well. I loved looking down so I could watch as I entered her repeatedly. Just watching made me want to blow my load.
Her beautiful tits were bouncing up and down; her nipples were hard, and I could see the Goosebumps begin to cover her. She was close to reaching her peak and so was I. Reaching over, I pushed my thumb into her clit and began with a circular motion. It was when I tapped against it, that she got very vocal with her pleasure. "Edward!"
I knew the moment she came; it was going to set my orgasm off, but I was far from ready for this to be over.
When her movements started to slow, I raised her off me and moved her around so she was on all fours. "Grab on, baby. You're in for a bumpy ride."
She reached up, like I told her to, and grabbed a hold of the headboard and glanced over her shoulder. I couldn't resist, so I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so I could kiss her. She released the headboard and was now flush against my chest. We were prolonging the inevitable as I rubbed and squeezed her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her arms had moved above and snaked around to grab the hair at the nape of my neck. We were kissing in a frenzy of lips and tongue. It was as if we hadn't seen each other in months.
I pulled back, pushing her between her shoulder blades so she bent over. She arched her back, her ass sticking up, giving me a perfect view of her delectable pussy. I could see it glistening in the low light of the room. Who could blame my hands for having a mind of their own and began caressing the apple of her ass cheeks. I grazed her puckered hole with my thumb, causing her to lurch forward an inch or two, but easily relaxed, knowing I wouldn't dare try and push my limits. She'd already made it perfectly clear that her ass was exit only. I liked touching it and watched her squirm to build up her anticipation.
"You ready, baby?" I ran my middle finger through her folds, gathering moisture. She was so wet that I would very easily slip right back in.
"Mmm..." she moaned, arching her back more, giving me the go ahead to enter her.
I grabbed my shaft and stroked it a few times before placing it at her opening. A shiver ran through me knowing what was about to happen. Once I pushed the head in, I placed my hands on her hips and softly grabbed, pulling her back the rest of the way. We moaned at the sheer pleasure. "Fuck...I could stay like this all day," I grumbled as she initiated for me to move.
My hips started with a steady pace, again swiveling as I was completely sheathed inside of her. I couldn't hold back anymore, so I eased my hands up and latched them onto her shoulders. I hadn't given her a good, hard fucking in a long time and it was definitely time for just that...a good, hard fucking.
"Oh, God, yes!" She bellowed, with her head thrown back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Skin slapped against skin, echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Thank goodness Avery was fast asleep and across the hall or she would most definitely be awake from the noise.
Our grunts and moans grew louder the harder I pounded into her. I could see the white of her knuckles where she gripped the slats on our headboard. I could feel the ache in my muscles and my balls began to tighten. The tell-tale sign of my release, approaching fast and hot like a volcano about to erupt.
"Rub your clit, baby. I'm ready to cum and I need you ready, too," I said, breathlessly. I was huffing and puffing like I was outside doing a workout. My mouth was getting dry from my vigorous movements.
She moved her hand down and did as I requested, not before she reached back and took my balls into her hand. She massaged them momentarily then moved to her clit. The moment she began touching herself, I could feel her spasms begin. It was a light grip at first, but the harder I shoved my dick in her, the tighter she got.
Then she stiffened like she was about to have a seizure. It felt like my dick was in a vice as she squeezed the ever loving shit out of me with her quaking walls. "FUCK!" I groaned, stilling my movements as I came deep inside of her.
As soon as I pulled out, we plopped down on the bed breathing like we just ran a marathon. I reached over and placed my hand on one of her butt cheeks and gave it a little squeeze. She smile through her tiredness. "I'm wore out." She moved so she could lay on her side facing me. "Will it always be like this?"
"I sure as hell hope so."
Once we finally caught our breath about ten minutes later, we headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. We hopped in the shower to wash off then headed back to bed. I got comfortable before turning the TV on and Bella needed to finish up a manuscript that she was almost done with. It wasn't long before my eyes started drooping, so I turned the TV off and rolled to face my wife. She was still reading intently. I was so mesmerized as I watched her while she worked. She's a silent reader, whereas when I read, I sometimes move my lips or even whisper the words as I scan over them. I was a good reader, but my wife, she could get through an entire 600 page book in less than 24 hours.
After another hour or so, she finally closed what she was reading and turned out the light on her bedside table. She scooted over next to me, her back facing me so that I could spoon with her. With my arm wrapped around her and my hand between her breasts, we drifted off to sleep.
"I can't believe I'm about to become a married man," Jasper said as we sat at Journey's, a bar that we decided to head to for his bachelor party. It wasn't really much of a party; just more of a get together. My dad, James, David, Emmett, Uncle John and even Charlie had some time off to join us. They were in town for the wedding on Sunday, anyway. We were all gearing up to give him some really helpful advice on what to expect with marriage. He and Alice had been living with each other for quite some time, but once that ring was on his finger, things would start changing. Some for the better and some for the worst.
Luckily, Bella and I had learned to tolerate some of each other's habits. For instance, me leaving my dirty clothes on the floor after I missed the laundry hamper. And believe it or not, it irritated me to hell and back when Bella wants to have a snack in bed while working on her manuscripts. Her crumbs always found their way up my ass crack, along with her hair. Don't even get me started on the hair. I caught myself pulling a strand from between my toes before. It had been tangled in with my own armpit hair, too. It was all tiny circumstances but irritating as hell.
"How long did you pine after her before you even got the balls to ask her out?" My dad asked before lifting his mug of draft beer to his lips and taking a huge gulp. Emmett was already well on his way with his fourth beer.
He shrugged his shoulders. "A couple of years, but she lived in New York. It was kinda hard to try and date her living on the other side of the country."
"Well, kid, you ready to hear some advice from some old married men? I'm sure we could bestow upon you some wonders about women." John…gotta love that man. He probably thought he had the answers to all women since him and my Aunt Joan had been married since the first rising of Christ.
Jasper groaned. "Dad, not every woman's like Mom, but sure, I'm willing to listen to any advice you guys may have. Although, me and Alice already know everything there is to know about each other."
"That's what you think." James spoke up. He was looking pretty drunk from his side of the table and we hadn't been here for more than two hours.
"What makes you say that? How long have you and Vicki been together?" Jasper was all ears now that all the men were about to share some stories with him.
James took another gulp from his beer. "We've been together since we were in high school. We got married when we were twenty-two. I thought everything would've been the same once we got married, but it was like as soon as that ring went on her finger, she started wearing the pants in our relationship. Fear not, I do put my foot down sometimes, but she's the boss...plain and simple. As soon as Maddie was born, for the first year, it was like I didn't exist. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and daughter more than life itself, but a man has to have his attention, too."
"Awe...poor James, left out in the cold," Emmett said. "You should've pouted. It works with Rosie."
"Does pouting actually work? I just keep my mouth shut normally when Alice and I have an argument." Jasper was hungry for any information he could get. I was just sitting back relishing in all the talk about who wore the pants and who made the decisions in their relationships. At least with me and Bella, we do have spats, but we talk about them. We honestly haven't had a knock out, drag out fight since we've been together. I know what you're thinking, though. We really haven't been together for too long. Just a tad over two years, and we're still in our honeymoon stage. I can't even begin to think what my life would be without her. Her and I were meant to be together, for better or for worse, until death do us part. I would do anything for that woman. Even if my life depended on it.
David smacked his hand down on the table. "Just don't take any shit from any broad," he said through slurred words. He was pretty drunk and looked as if he were about to pass out. "You're the man. You let her know whose word is final." We knew why David was so bitter toward women. Well, not so much the immediate women in his life, but one in general. Luckily, none of us ever have to see that woman again.
"Nah, I can't do that." Jasper took another drink from his mug and shot me a disapproving look. I shrugged my shoulders because in my opinion, as long as the couple compromised and were openly honest with each other, they shouldn't have too many problems. If it gets to the point where someone needs to walk away to gather their thoughts, in my opinion, that's walking out on the problem. Just go to the other room and take a breather. That's a sure fire way of letting the other person know that you're still there and you're not going anywhere. Bella and I keep things interesting, so as long as we keep our heads above water, we should be perfectly fine in the long run, and I think that should work for any other couple, as well.
"Well, kid, take it from a man who didn't find the love of his life until he was in his thirties. Give each other some space sometimes. I'm always so eager to get home to see Renee and the kids after I've been away for so long. Even if it's just a night or two. And don't forget, Alice is like my own daughter and if you so much as put one foot out of line, you might as well show up on my doorstep because running won't keep you from me. I'm a tracker, Jazz, and I can find you in the pits of hell, if I have to." Charlie chuckled. "Just ask Edward, he got the same speech before he married my daughter." He really started laughing, thinking about the night he had his chat with me. "God, you should've seen that boy's poor face. I think he pissed his pants when I pulled my Glock out. For all I know, he shit his pants too because it sure stank in that room after I was done with my talk."
"Hey! I couldn't help that I had gas. It just slipped out. How would you feel if someone pulled a gun out after having a conversation like that?" I was among family, so admitting to passing gas was natural to us men.
Everyone started laughing with Emmett being the loudest. "You actually shit your pants? That's too fuckin' funny."
"No, dumbass, I just farted. There's a big difference. And I may have pissed in my pants a little, too," I said in a whisper. "I was practically drunk off my ass. And Dad, you were no help. You encouraged the man." I was now the topic of conversation for a few minutes.
Dad chuckled at me. "Sorry, kid, but I was with Charlie on the whole talk. If I had a daughter getting married, he would've got the same talk except, he would of ended up at the bottom of a pit with the threat of concrete being poured over the top of him, or dangling from a crane on a rooftop."
Charlie got a serious look on his face. "Alice asked me to walk her down the Aisle since her dad has passed on. Her mom should be in town first thing in the morning. She lives in England now and couldn't get here any sooner. I couldn't turn her down; she's like my own kid and Renee loves her as much as she does our own kids. She's a great girl, Jasper, just come to one of us if you feel like you're not feeling right about something. We're all always here. Just remember that." Charlie lifted his glass and toasted to us. "Here's to the loves of our lives. May we have plenty of lovin's when we want them and to many, many PMS attitudes."
"HERE, HERE!" We all cheered and clanked our glasses together.
The night went on and on. More advice was given. I gave my two cents here and there. The normal mumbo jumbo about putting the toilet seat down and when Alice got sick, to make sure he nurtured her at every beck and call. In the long run, all he got out of all the chatter was that if you can have a conversation with your wife sitting on the toilet taking a shit and she doesn't grimace at the fact that your shit actually doesn't smell like roses, then it really is true love.
Thanks again,
Reason
