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Twenty-Three: Bella

October 3, 2022

Cambridge, England

"Are we even allowed to have a Spawn in this apartment?"

"Baby… Flat…" Edward corrects, kissing my stomach. We're both sticky with sweat, still on the sofa. He's wrapped up around my stomach, his face pressed to it. It's so sweet it's annoying.

"Is it in our contract that I can't get knocked up?"

Edward grunts against my skin. "I don't know. I didn't pay close attention to any pregnancy clauses."

I can feel him smiling, and I buck my hips lightly, jostling him. He laughs, tilting his head up to rest his chin on my side. "It'll be fine, Babe. If for some weird reason we can't stay here, we'll find somewhere else."

I frown. "But you just started school. We can't move when you're trying to get established."

He shakes his head. "It'll be fine," he insists. "I promise." He leans down, kissing my side, and I twitch. His eyes flicker up to meet mine, and he grins.

"If you tickle me I'll pee all over you," I warn. He grins.

"It'd be worth it."

I snort. "You perv."

He chuckles and lays his head back down. "Are we allowed to have a Spawn outside of the US?"

"Baby," he corrects me, murmuring into my stomach. I roll my eyes. "Why wouldn't we?"

"I dunno. What if we rob him of the opportunity of being president because I was an idiot who got knocked up the moment we left the country?"

Edward laughs. "If that's the worst that happens to our kid, I'll be happy."

My stomach drops. God, Spawns turn into kids. "Jesus Christ," I groan, throwing my arms over my eyes. "We're always going to have a Spawn!"

Edward's arms wrap around me, and I peek at him past my arms. "Yeah," he whispers, and there is this look in his eyes that is seriously making me want to cry. "There's no dipping out on me now. We're always going to be linked together by this."

I drop my arms and push myself up on my elbows. "Seriously?" I ask. "You thought there was even a remote possibility of me dipping on you, ever?" Edward just gazes up at me, unspeaking. "First of all, I fucking married you and I once verbatim said that if I ever got married it meant someone had given me a lobotomy and had forged some documents." He laughs as I speak, and I grin. "Secondly, you're my best friend. You're the only person I've ever met who just accepts me, as is. No questions asked, no attempt to change me. You just see me and you love me anyway. I'd be fucking insane to run from that." I shake my head. "If anything, your Sperm Spawn is my insurance that you won't ghost me."

Edward sits up. "Never fucking happening," he growls. I huff.

"You say that," I say slowly. "But we don't know how deep my crazy can go. It's genetic too, and we know from my mom I'll only get worse with age."

Edward crawls up me before I can keep going, and stops me with a kiss, pressing me back into the sofa.

"When are you going to see," he whispers, pulling back from me. "How utterly complete my life became when I met you."

I swallow hard. "It feels too good to be true sometimes."

He smiles softly, his thumb brushing my cheek. "I know, Baby. But it's real. We're not perfect, but God are we perfect for each other."

My heart hurts with how much I love him. It sounds so corny, but I really don't know what good I could have possibly done in my life to deserve him. I'm not a monster or anything, but I know I'm no saint. It's hard to imagine anything in my life making me worthy of Edward.

He makes me want to be a better person. Not all the time, because I'm human and that's exhausting, but he has such drive and passion and I fucking love that. I want that for myself, and one day, I want his fucking Spawn to be proud of not just how awesome it's dad is, but how awesome both it's parents are.