Good Morning, Darlings!

All mistakes are on me.


Chapter Forty-Three: Edward

December 9, 2022

London, England

"Are you okay?"

Bella looks up at me from where she's tossing her coat onto our hotel bed. My eyes immediately narrow in on her bump, barely visible through her thick sweater. My palms itch with the need to touch it.

"What do you mean?"

I drag my eyes up from her belly to her face. She looks so innocent, I almost buy it.

"Babe, I'm stressed out enough with my parents being here and having to play tour guide around London. Please just tell me, should I be expecting something?"

Bella smirks, pushing her sleeves up to her elbows.

"I'd be offended if you didn't know me so well."

I snort. I know that woman better than anyone. "That's not an answer."

She giggles and steps towards me, pulling her arms around my stomach. My own arms go around her. "As much as I love to see you squirm," she says, pinching my side and making me jump. "I really am just happy to see them. Maybe it's being pregnant, or maybe it's the spirit of Christmas," she shrugs. "It's nice to see family."

The tension starts to ease out of my shoulders. "I'm sorry, Babe. I shouldn't have assumed anything."

Bella shakes her head, giving me a quick kiss.

"No, you were right to assume. Two months ago I was planning on pranking the hell out of all the Cullens. You all would have looked like true Christmas ghosts by the time I was done with you."

I choke on my laughter, shaking my head. "Jesus," I breathe. "Well thank God for hormones."

Bella snorts. "One of the very few times you're permitted to say that." She tells me sternly. I grin.

"When are the other times?"

She shoves her hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. I yelp, stepping into her until we're flush together.

"When I'm jumping this fine ass."

I groan.

"We have to meet my parents downstairs in five minutes," I say, my breath heavy. Bella palms my ass once more before letting me go.

"Then I guess it's the slow burn for us."

I shake my head at her. She woke me up at five this morning for a round. It's not like we are sex-deprived.

Despite that, when she steps away, I can't help the feeling of disappointment in me.

What can I say? I really love my wife.