Author's Note: Thank you to everyone still reading! I knew I was taking a risk by following any storyline involving the baby, but it will be interesting seeing how Edward and Bella process this information ahead of time. Anything could still happen!

The wedding from Breaking Dawn was honestly perfect for them, so I don't want to rewrite it. This chapter and some following will be graphic sexual/adult material. No violence, just Bella/Edward smut.


Edward was already downstairs helping prepare for our wedding when I woke up that morning. There was a note on the pillow beside me. I love you and I can't wait to call you Mrs. Edward Cullen. I found that I was excited, rather than nervous, with the exception of the usual nerves I had about my clumsiness in any social gathering.

When I saw Edward waiting at the altar a few hours later, I was overwhelmingly happy. I thought about when I first saw him, our reunion after being separated, the big news of Alice's vision last night, and finally that he was here, now, willingly marrying me. I cried as we said our vows. Edward looked as if he wanted to cry as well.

The wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a lot of fun. We couldn't stand to be away from each other for even a few minutes and Edward whispered in my ear that everyone was thinking about how lovely we were together the entire night. Alice led us outside when it was time to leave to catch our flight, and we giggled as people threw rice at us.

I was so excited for our honeymoon. We finally wouldn't be hiding surprises from each other, so we could share our connection more freely. Edward had also promised that we would make love, as long as he could be sure he wasn't hurting me, which we could do with our connection. With Alice's assurances that everything would be alright and that they would continue to research the possibility of us having a baby safely, we were off.

I couldn't stop smiling at Edward, and also thinking naughty thoughts as he drove us away.

"You're picturing me naked, aren't you?" he asked, grinning, and kissing my hand.

"You're probably picturing the same thing."

"I've seen you naked in your dreams."

"That doesn't count." I said. "Are you nervous?"

"Extremely. Are you?"

"A little. I'm excited. I get to finally feel new things and connect even more with you." I blushed, looking down at my feet. "Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?"

"No." he said laughing. "But you will love it."

After a long day, I slept for most of the car ride and the flight. We left the airport at Rio de Janeiro and I was excited to be out of the country for the first time. Edward led me to a dock and onto a boat.

"Is there anything you can't do?" I asked.

"Quite a lot actually. But I'm looking forward to checking one thing off that list tonight." He winked at me.

"Just one?" I asked, laughing.

We held hands as he drove us to a beautiful island. "Isle Esme. A gift from Carlisle." he said as I could start to see it on the horizon. It truly was magnificent. It was colorful and vibrant. The view held most of my attention, at least visibly, but all of my thoughts were on Edward and what we were about to experience together.

As soon as the boat was stopped, I touched his face. I couldn't wait. He touched mine as well and we only shared our thoughts for a few seconds before he scooped me up and ran with me into the house. I laughed as he lightly tossed me on a large bed and started kissing me. I touched his face again.

Excited, are we? I asked.

Very, Mrs. Cullen.

Do I get the chance to freshen up first?

Not necessary.

I laughed, understanding, and sharing the same thought. We had been looking forward to this for a long time, more so once we started sharing our thoughts and couldn't keep secrets about exactly what we desired doing. It had been months of both frustration and pleasure for us, sharing our thoughts and feelings about almost everything as we did.

I love you, Edward. Everything is perfect. I'm happy to be your wife.

As I love you. I have never felt so happy.

Me neither.

Promise you will tell me if I hurt you?

I won't be able to hide it from you even if I wanted to.

Bella, I'm nervous.

Me too, but why are we nervous?

What if I hurt you?

You won't.

What if you don't enjoy yourself?

Then I'll tell you. We are going to share thoughts, remember?

What if I can't resist the urge to bite you?

Then bite me. It's what we both want anyways.

He reminded me of Alice's vision of us both holding the baby girl. Reluctantly, I agreed that biting me right now might not be the best timing.

What if I don't know what to do?

Then, I'll tell you.

What if I'm not big enough to satisfy you?

What if you're too big? I said, visualizing trees and elephant trunks to try to make him laugh. It worked. We were both holding each other and laughing, nerves momentarily forgotten. We joked back and forth for a few minutes.

What if can't perform?

Then I'll laugh.

"Bella!" he said out loud with an exasperated laugh. "That doesn't make me less nervous!"

Sorry. It's true though! So, what did Jasper & Emmett teach you?

I am not thinking about my brothers on my wedding night!

Is the stick still removed from your ass?

It's long gone. Would you like to touch it and find out? He raised an eyebrow at me. I squeezed one of his butt cheeks. It was much firmer than I expected. He laughed at me. I tried to change the subject.

What if my boobs are too small?

Bella, I can see them under your clothes. They are perfect.

What if I've been wearing padding this whole time? What if there are balloons under my shirt and you've never noticed because you wouldn't touch me?

What if my boobs are too small?

You don't have boobs!

I'm afraid that I won't know what to do.

I have a pretty good idea of where to start.

One of us looked at the other, my dark brown eyes meeting his eyes, now black and darkened in arousal. Our connection surged with intensity as both of our hands started exploring. We kissed passionately, tongues dancing, Edward being careful to make sure I didn't touch his venomous teeth. I ran my hands up his back and he gently traced long patterns on my arm.

We shared our happiness from the wedding and our excitement about what was about to happen. He expressed his nervousness about hurting me and I re-assured him that he would feel it if he hurt me if we were to stay connected, which we both wanted to do very much.

We started sharing memories of the months of teasing we had both endured, like him watching my erotic dreams. That's what you get for listening. Him remembering my dream images of me naked, even though he tried not to. Him cursing. Me cursing. He apparently loved it when I said 'fuck' or made sexual innuendos. I filed that away for future reference. We reflected on how it had been me trying to seduce him while he insisted on protecting my virtue, despite his many, many urges to give in. He showed me exactly how he intended to make up for resisting me for so long, and I was thrilled.

We had both agreed no secrets or hiding things once we were married, so we didn't attempt to filter or block our thoughts at all. There were images of me masturbating and wishing it were him, him masturbating and wishing it were me, both of us wondering what the other felt like. We shared mutual embarrassment over sharing such personal memories, even unintentionally, and us both telling the other that we loved it, were intrigued by it, and shouldn't be embarrassed.

We wanted to touch each other and be touched more than we could stand. Our shared arousal was increasing more than we had ever felt. We were beyond ready. He re-adjusted from where he was hovering over me to put a little bit of his weight on me. I felt his erection touching my hip and my arousal increased immensely, as did his in turn. Feeling the sensations physically, but also through each other's thoughts was incredible.

At my encouraging, one of Edward's hands slid up my shirt, lovingly caressing my stomach, waist, and then my breast.

He gasped. Perfect. Soft and warm and mesmerizing.

I gasped because it felt amazing and no one had ever touched me like this before. For someone with a body as hard as his, his touch was incredibly gentle.

I'll show you hard. he thought, carefully rubbing his erection against me. I moaned and kissed him more fiercely, gently tugging on his hair. My thoughts encouraged his free hand to explore, while also wishing that he would take off his shirt.

Your wish, my command. He took his hand from me only to quickly throw off his shirt before caressing my hips and waist. But yours too. He helped me remove my blouse as well. My bra followed without protest.

He wasted no time in taking one of my nipples into his mouth, kissing it and sucking on it as his free hand enjoyed the soft skin of my waist. I rubbed his shoulders and down his strong arms, which he flexed a little, causing me to giggle.

He started sucking on my other nipple and I moaned, increasingly aware of the wetness in my panties and the swelling of my intimate parts, screaming for his touch. At the same time, I felt how his erection throbbed, Edward wanting nothing more than to finish removing our clothes and find his way inside of me.

Do it. I want you so bad.

I want you too. But I want to enjoy all of you.

We have plenty of time for that. I might explode if you don't touch me there soon.

What if I want to watch you explode?

You can watch me explode in another way if you would move your hands down.

That got his attention. I laughed, as he helped me take off my pants, removing his hand from my face only momentarily.

Yours too.

My wife is very demanding. We both felt a surge of happiness at his choice of word.

And you love it.

I do.

I smiled and sat up, sliding his boxers off of him, breaking our contact for just a few seconds. I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was larger than I expected. His skin was smooth. Edward was overwhelmed with the softness of my skin on his and the sensation of me touching him. His mind was completely clear, focused only on the feeling of my hands around the place he'd wanted me to touch for so long. His every thought was consumed by pleasure.

After a minute or two, he regained some of his senses and smiled at me, a deep happiness that I felt in my entire soul. I wasn't sure whose feelings of happiness, arousal, intense pleasure, and excitement were whose anymore, and I didn't care. I wasn't sure who was moaning out loud or in our thoughts, it was probably both of us, but it didn't matter. We both couldn't wait to feel him inside of me, to feel connected as physically as we did mentally.

His free hand moved down to rub my swollen lips and my hand on him froze, surprised by the sensation of finally feeling him touching exactly where I wanted him. His eyes caught mine, burning with a fiery passion unlike any I had ever seen.

He kissed me roughly as he slid a finger inside me. I moaned and involuntarily thrusted my hips into his hand. He slid his thumb up to touch my clit as he moved his finger within me and I was overwhelmed, my mind totally consumed with pleasure.

He smelled my arousal more strongly now, combining with the scent of my blood. He had a strong urge to taste my blood, but we had prepared for this. I started stroking him again a little more firmly.

Focus on my hand. Feel me touching you. I love you.

He struggled for a moment with the bloodlust, pausing the movement of his hand on me and focusing instead on the sensations of me touching him and the thoughts I was sharing with him. I tried to think about happy memories for us, anything as a distraction from the smell of my blood. I settled on the first time we shared our thoughts and how completely loved and accepted we both felt.

It didn't take long before Edward regained control and started moving his finger within me again. He kissed me gently and looked into my eyes. I love you. He thought.

And I love you. I want you inside me.

He could feel the sincerity of my thoughts, so he didn't hesitate. He removed his hand from between my legs and repositioned himself on top of me. He looked deeply into my eyes and I was overwhelmed with the love and desire we shared, as was Edward. His bloodlust was still present, but he was very much in control of it as he focused on our emotions.

Bella…

You won't hurt me. I promise. Just pause if you need to. It's alright.

He nodded and reached in the nightstand for a condom. He laughed nervously at my puzzled face. I called ahead to have the house stocked for us, love. There's human food in the kitchen too.

Well of course you wouldn't keep the vampire food in the kitchen.

He smiled and removed his hands from my face to put the condom on himself. He was shaking. "I'm sorry that this is necessary, but I don't want to risk it yet."

"It's alright. We talked about this last night for hours. It's still going to be every bit as amazing and you will have one less thing to worry about right now."

He brought his face back up to mine and we spent a minute just looking in each other's eyes. I reached out to touch his face again, encouraging him to connect our minds back together. He hesitated but touched my cheek.

Hey, we're doing great. Don't be scared.

But you're scared.

I'm nervous. I'm not afraid that you are going to hurt me because I know you won't. You can't. It'll be like hurting yourself. Impossible.

His mind raced with dozens of what if scenarios. I distracted him in the only way I knew possible, I kissed him roughly, passionately. I focused my thoughts on my arousal and how amazing it would feel to have him inside me.

My imagination was nothing compared to the sensation of him slowly, carefully pushing the head of his erection inside of my entrance. We both moaned into our kiss and he kept pushing himself in me. My hips rose to meet his and encourage him to go further. When he was fully inside me, we both stayed still, enjoying the feeling.

We were both feeling the most pleasure we had ever felt. We were happy, loved. We were slightly tempted by the smell of my blood. I encouraged him with my thoughts to focus on the physical feeling of us rather than the smell of my blood. I focused on how he felt within me as he thrusted deeper and he let out a low, extremely erotic growl, which made me slightly wetter.

I continued to focus on the sensation of his hardness moving within me and how whole I felt, which encouraged him to focus on the warm, firm pressure of me surrounding his erection. We both focused all of our thoughts on love and physical pleasure and nothing else. Our minds didn't drift but became more and more focused on only touch as his gentle thrusting grew a little rougher and a little faster.

I rose my hips in a steady rhythm with his and enjoyed the feeling of connecting with Edward in every way possible. I felt my muscles start to clench around him as my release grew near, amplifying his feelings of the same.

"Bella…" he moaned against my lips.

"Edward…" I echoed, reaching new heights of passion.

You feel so amazing.

As do you.

I had no idea it would feel this good.

I've waited nearly a hundred years for you.

That must have sucked.

I was embarrassed at my badly timed snarky thoughts, but he laughed loudly, his nerves calming down even more. "I love you." he said, smiling at me, still moving within me.

"And I love you. My husband." That did it. He moaned and started moving within me even faster. Each thrust made me whimper in the best way possible. I craved more and he held my hips up off the bed a little, pushing in a little further. My whole body was blushing and hot from the sensations.

"Edward!" I yelled as my entire body tensed up and released in a massive burst of wetness and satisfaction.

Edward was focusing his thoughts on how I felt as I came around him, it was only a second or two later when he came within me. He felt the urge to bite me, but I quickly grabbed his lips with mine in a kiss and tangled my free hand in his hair, pulling it roughly, making it harder for him to move his mouth away to bite, and distracting his thoughts. It worked.

He rested his head against my neck, the need to bite passed. We laid together panting and sharing our happiness and complete pleasure for a few minutes.

Bella, my wife, that was incredible.

I smiled. I feel amazing. You feel amazing.

He laughed again and pulled himself out of me, stepping away for just a second to clean up and then laying down beside me, taking me in his arms and touching my face again.

The way you redirected my urge to bite was…perfect. Did you think of that ahead of time?

Maybe a little. I suggested, showing him a few fantasies I had of how tonight might go. In return, Edward showed me a few of his. Neither of our wildest dreams had prepared us for the physical sensations of being completely connected in every way and giving ourselves over to each other.

We laid together, sharing our love for a while before I started to become aware of how sweaty I was and a stickiness between my legs.

Am I allowed that shower now?

Only if I'm allowed to help you. He smirked at me. I playfully smiled back and wiggled my eyebrows at him. He was standing up with me scooped up in his arms before I could register what he was doing, heading towards the bathroom.