A/N Happy March Madness Selection Day! Do you play? I admit, basketball is not my thing, but I do enjoy filling out the brackets. I usually do pretty well, too. What do you think? Can anybody take down Kentucky? (Did they win the SEC Championship? I'm assuming so, but I mean it when I say I don't follow, hehe)

What a week for the NFL! Free agency kicked off and it's been absolutely insane. The trades! The big names switching teams! I'm still not over it. And I know a bunch of you aren't as well (Saints fans are sobbing right about now, I imagine). So many teams are going to be virtually unrecognizable next season. Saints, Philly, Indy, Miami, Jets, 49ers, Bills...it's been fun. And there are still some decent names out there. Plus, more trades could be brewing for all I know. I've never seen so many NFL trades before. Has me more than ready for the season. Or at least, the draft. That's what, 6 weeks away? Bring it!

Okay, without further ado, I give you Grandmonster & the wedding night. A certain kitty that is being missed shall be back next week! Kitty related note: have you ever tried to make a bed with cats lurking? They are excellent helpers. If by excellent I mean they get right in the middle of the bed and like to have the bed made over them. I legit had to undo a corner so Dixon could get out from under my fitted sheet a few minutes ago. I imagine that Rainbow would help in this way, if Edward actually made the bed himself. hehe Just had to share!

Bella's nightie is linked on my profile. And last check it was on sale! hehe Just saying! Have fun and I'll see you next week :)

Getting Blitzed Chapter 27

Of course, we got waylaid way too fucking many times before we could escape. I should have known better than to make our baby announcement at the wedding, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus, the smile on Reed Girl's face when I broached the subject had cemented the idea for me. To say she was thrilled would be an understatement of epic proportions.

"Let's just make a run for it."

Reed Girl giggled as I tried to pull her around yet another group of well-wishers. Jesus fucking Christ, hadn't we spent enough time with these people yet? Didn't they know that I was desperate to get my wife to our room and christen our wedding in the traditional way? Just because she was knocked up didn't mean we didn't want to get it on. Fuckers.

"I can't run in these shoes."

Well, if that was the problem, I could take care of that shit pronto. I grabbed at her, ready to throw her over my shoulder and plow through the crowd. I'd played some running back when I was in Pee Wee Football. I could totally channel that shit now.

"What are you doing?" She batted at my hands, looking gorgeous as hell as she laughed at my desperate ass.

"I'm going to pick you up and make a run for it, obviously."

"That anxious, are we?"

I shot her a look that said, Are you fucking serious right now? which only made her laugh harder.

"You can't blame people for wanting to talk about the baby. You're the one who wanted to announce it to everybody."

Because I'd mistakenly thought it was a good way to get it out there so we didn't have to tell everybody one-on-one anymore. Perhaps I should have just taken out an ad in the paper. Then the fuckers could have read about it and left us the hell alone.

"Well, why do they have to ask nine thousand questions? We don't know what we're having-well, not officially anyway, since I already know he's a boy." I grinned at her eye roll. "We don't have names picked out, or a nursery theme or whatever. You aren't showing, so they should know that shit isn't decided upon."

People were fucking annoying. Especially when they were keeping me from consummating my marriage.

"They're excited for us, Edward." She shook her head. "And we're nearly to the door. Just a few more people to clear."

She shouldn't have fucking said that, because my brother popped into our paths immediately after she closed her mouth.

"Where are you going? The party isn't over! You've got to come over and see Grandmother. It's fucking hilarious. Jasper took her out again."

While I was admittedly curious to see what the grandmonster was like high, I was way more curious to see what my wife had on under her sexy dress.

"You have five minutes," Reed Girl told him before I could tell him to fuck off.

I gave her an incredulous look.

"What? She might actually be nice to me for a minute. It could be her wedding present to us."

The old bat better have gotten us more than that. She was loaded after all.

"Fine. But no more than five minutes."

We followed my brother over to a table in the back corner, where Jasper, Shorty, Blondie, and several of my teammates had gathered.

Grandmonster was holding court at the head of the table, which was nothing unusual, but the smile on her face sure was. There were several empty cake plates in front of her.

"I don't even feel anything. There's no alcohol in this. I'm hungry."

Her voice was all slurred and tired-sounding.

"Look, Grandma! I brought Edward!" my brother boomed, making everybody jolt but Grandmother.

"Eddie!"

Eddie? Nobody fucking called me Eddie, certainly not her.

"Eddie is my youngest grandson, did you know that? Did you know that he's withholding the family name?"

Withholding? What the fuck was she talking about?

"You mean upholding," Jasper corrected. Of course he fucking understood what she meant. Former stoner to current one.

"Right. That's what I said. He got married today. There were pretty colors. Where did they go?" She held her hand out like she was reaching for the colors she'd seen in the sky. What the fuck was his weed laced with?

"Dude, your grandma is awesome." Brady clapped me on the back.

"You wouldn't be saying that three hundred and sixty-one other days of the year, trust me."

"I'm hungry."

Jasper grinned. "What would you like to eat? I'll go get you something."

"I want the colors. You know, the orange one."

She wanted to eat the colors in the sky? What the fuck?

"Jasper, what did you give her?"

He shrugged. "Special blend. She's fine. Just has the munchies. It's normal."

There was nothing normal about the grandmonster being high. It was surreal as hell. "She wants to eat the colors. How is that normal?"

"Nah, she wants something orange. Right, Granny?"

Granny? Clearly she was high, because Grandmonster would have had an aneurism if anybody called her that on a normal day.

"I'll get you an orange, Grammy." Emmett's smile was fucking huge. He was loving this shit. Hell, he was filming this shit with his phone. Of fucking course he was. I wasn't going to complain, though. Maybe we could use it as blackmail one day if she pissed us off.

"No, boy. That's not what I said."

"She wants something orange to eat, but not an orange. Carrots?" Jasper suggested.

"No, Jaspy." Holy fuck, my grandmother called him Jaspy.

"I've seen it all," I muttered to Reed Girl, who was watching wide-eyed.

"I know. This might be the best present anyone gives us."

My girl loved it, too.

"I want to get dirty." She held up her hands and did the money symbol that Johnny Football liked to use. What the fuck?

"Mee maw, I didn't know you had it in you! What kind of dirty are we talking? I can go find Grandpa for you if you want."

My brother was so wrong. We all stared at him, but Grandmonster just laughed.

"No! For the hungry. That's for later."

Holy shit. My ears would never be the same. "I'm not going to be able to get it up now."

Reed Girl laughed. "Oh yes, you are." She managed a quick grope since nobody was looking. "I have every faith you'll rise to the occasion, Champ."

Okay, so I would. I was already getting hard despite what my grandmother had just implied. Reed Girl had magic hands.

"So, what you want is orange and will make your fingers dirty?" Jasper asked, like he could make sense of her babble.

"Yes! You know just what I need, Jaspy. Orange and weed." She started cackling with glee.

"You fucking got her doing your weird poems!" I pointed at him. Somehow the grandmonster was like his high soulmate. It was insane.

Jasper just shrugged. "She likes my rhymes." He turned back to Grandmother. "Cheetos?"

She nodded her head emphatically. "Yes! That's what I want."

I couldn't believe my grandmother knew what a Cheeto was, let alone wanted to eat some.

"I'll take care of it." Jasper headed off to find her some chips. I guess he could relate to her cravings. I still remembered the Snickers incident when Reed Girl and I first got together.

"So, Grams, did you hear the news? Eddie is having a baby."

Fucking Emmett.

"He is? Babies are cute. But loud. His baby will be good because it's a Cullen. He has a legacy to hold."

"So you're not scandalized that he knocked Bella up out of wedlock? You don't think she tried to trap him?"

"Emmett, you fucker! Stop that shit."

I'd hate to have to kick my brother's ass on my wedding night, but I'd totally do it. I'd get my teammates to help me. Judging by the look on Sammy's face, he was considering it.

"What? I'm just trying to see if the real grandmonster is lurking inside there. You know she'd have had some shit to say if she wasn't feeling no pain right now."

"It's fine, Edward. I actually was trying to figure out a way to work it in myself."

Of course Reed Girl wanted to hear her response. I couldn't really blame her.

"Scandal, schmandle. Do you wanna know a secret?"

"Hell yes I do!" My brother was all up in her face he was so excited.

Grandmonster looked around before leaning forward. "I was pregnant when I got married, too!" She fucking shouted that shit and had several people looking our way.

"No way! Nana, you were knocked up?" Emmett could not have been more delighted by this revelation. "Did you trap Grandfather?"

"Of course not. He loved me! Just like Eddie loves her." She gestured at Bella. "You think I can't see. I see it all. I know it all."

That was a scary fucking thought. "Then why are you such a bitch to her, if you know that I love her?"

"It's all about the name. You know."

No, I didn't.

"Bloodlines. Matches. Destiny. Who cares? I just want the best for my babies. Baby. A baby is on the way. He'll be beautiful. I'm very happy for you. Happy and hungry. Where are my cheesy toes?"

Fuck this noise. I was done with these people. "Baby, can we get out of here?"

Reed Girl laughed. "Yes. They can take care of her. She's happy about the baby, at least right now. That's what I wanted to know."

Jasper raced up with his bag of chips, and Grandmonster just about fell out of her chair reaching for it.

"Enjoy your chips, Grandmother."

"I can't get them. Why won't they open?"

Jasper took the bag from her and opened it. She tore right the fuck in. She was going to be covered with orange shit later. I shot a look at my brother.

"I'm taking video and photos. You'll see how it all turns out," he promised. "Happy wedding, bro."

"I know what's going to happen now!" Grandmonster chortled, her mouth already turning orange.

Enough of that shit. I dragged my girl away before she could say anything else that might ruin my night. Bella was laughing so hard I thought I might have to carry her after all, but we finally got out of there. She threw her arms around me when we got into the elevator.

"You have to admit, that was worth seeing."

It was, but… "Nothing beats getting you naked, baby."

That got me a searing-hot kiss that had me contemplating stopping the elevator and taking her then and there. Were there not cameras in there, and not our wedding night, I probably would have done it. As it was, I rubbed myself all over her until the doors opened. We didn't break apart, just fumbled our way down the hall until we got to our room.

"Hurry, Edward." Suddenly my Reed Girl was horny as hell. Hormones were awesome.

When I got the door open, she tried to step past me, but I stopped her. "Oh no. We have a tradition to uphold, baby."

I scooped her into my arms, and she sighed and relaxed against me, her fingers coming up to stroke my cheek. I carried her into the room and kissed her softly before setting her down on her feet.

She looked around and her face lit into a bright smile. "Edward! What did you do?"

The living room was full of wedding flowers. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace and candles lining the balconies outside. I had to admit it was a cool effect. The hotel manager had come through.

"I wanted tonight to be special." I crossed to the coffee table, where a bucket held a chilled bottle. "We can have our own celebration."

"Champagne?" she asked in a disbelieving voice, because she knew me, of course.

I held the bottle out to her, making her laugh. "Sparkling apple juice. I love it."

"I know you can probably have a little champagne without it being an issue, but-"

"This is perfect," she told me, picking up a glass and holding it out. "And I'll tell you now, because I'll probably lose my temper and forget it somewhere down the line, but I love the way you take care of me and our baby. Remember that when I yell at you for being controlling at some point."

I laughed as I filled her glass and then my own. "Thanks for the warning, baby. I know I go too far sometimes, but you're the most important person in my world. I have to do what I can to take care of you."

Her eyes teared up. "I love you so much. You're everything to me."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. "I love you, too, Mrs. Cullen."

She laughed and clinked her glass against mine. "You can't get enough of saying that, can you?"

"Fuck no. You remember the first time you wore my jersey? I fucking loved seeing my name on you. Even though I was scared of marriage at the time, I'm pretty sure the idea started to form right then and there." And that made my present for her all the more perfect.

She giggled. "I didn't even dare to imagine that we'd ever get here back then. Maybe in my wildest dreams."

I set my glass aside and stepped into her. "Tell me about the wildest dreams. Leave out no details."

She shook her head and put her hand on my chest. "I'd rather show you than talk about them."

Damn. "I really fucking love you, you know that."

"I really fucking love you, too."

I had to grin. I loved it when she cursed.

"I have something for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "You've given me enough."

That would never be true. "It's traditional, right?"

She smiled. "Yes, but we're hardly traditional. I have something for you, too, but I have to give it to you after we get back home."

That was intriguing. I went over and grabbed the small box from where I'd stashed it. Reed Girl's smile softened when she saw the box. She knew what it was. Giving her that bracelet for Christmas two years ago had been sheer fucking genius. I got her charms for every big occasion. Pure win.

"Happy wedding day, baby."

She opened the box and her mouth fell open. "How? Oh my God. It's perfect! But how?"

"I had it made."

I took it out of the box and clipped it on the bracelet that she never took off. The charms changed, but the thing stayed on her wrist. It was pretty fucking awesome that she even wore it for the wedding.

She held it up, her face positively glowing with happiness. "It says Cullen."

Damn right it did. "That's you now."

She laughed and threw her arms around me. "That's us now."

Yes, perfect, it was us. I led her into a searing kiss, ready to get her out of her clothes and into our bed so we could celebrate her becoming a Cullen in the best way.

She pulled back before I could start undressing her.

"I have a surprise for you. Can you unzip me?"

Fuck yes, I could. A surprise meant sexy lingerie. I couldn't fucking wait. She turned around and I brought her zipper slowly down, making sure to run my fingers over the skin that I bared along the way. Reed Girl shivered against me. She turned, but instead of shrugging off the dress, she held it to her body.

"I need to change. How about you lose the jacket and meet me in the bedroom?"

I didn't need to be told twice. My tux jacket was off before she'd even taken a step toward the bathroom. That made her laugh, but she just sent me a smile over her shoulder as she walked away. She was so damn sexy I could hardly stand it.

I kicked off my shoes and got my cufflinks and tie off. May as well help her out some, right? I headed into the bedroom and found more of the candles and flowers I'd requested. Perfect. The covers were turned down, and all was ready. I just needed my wife.

I could do a little more, though. I took out my iPod and put it on the portable speakers, playing the soft music mix I'd made specifically for Reed Girl. Combing those websites for wedding music had been worth it, what with the wedding song I'd found and this playlist.

"That's pretty."

At the sound of her voice behind me, I turned around and pretty much swallowed my tongue. Holy fuck. She destroyed me. She was wearing white, again, but this was a lot less than what she'd been wearing, and it was fucking hot.

There were tiny little straps that led down to some ruffly flowers over her truly magnificent breasts, with a little bow that sat right below them. The material below that was sort of see-through, so I could see her sexy body along with the tiny white underwear beneath. She looked like an angel ready to commit any number of sins. Thank fuck she'd be committing them with me.

"Holy shit, Reed Girl. You look amazing." There weren't really words for how good she looked. "Incredible. Sexy. Perfect." I spat out what came to my head, but none of them were enough.

She smiled and took a step toward me. "Thank you. I wanted to look special for you on our wedding night."

I reached out to run a finger over her nearly bare shoulder. "You are special. The best. And I can't believe you're mine."

She let out a light laugh. "I think it's the other way around. Who knew when I came gunning for you out on the football field that we'd end up here?"

"Most successful stalking ever. You should be in the record books, baby." I loved making her laugh. It was addictive. She was addictive.

"I don't want records, only you."

I started to open my mouth to respond to that, but she put a finger over my mouth.

"You can't say the same, silly boy. You do want records. And I want them for you."

I opened my mouth and nibbled on her finger, enjoying the way her breathing got a little heavier and her eyes seemingly glazed over.

"Maybe I do, but there's nothing I've ever wanted, or will ever want, more than you."

"I know." She put her arms around my neck. "The same goes for me. Now, how about you take what you want?"

I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. I had her lips on mine in the next instant, and I steered her toward the bed. I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Fucking temptation personified. Looking at her in her sexy lingerie had me breaking out in a cold sweat.

"I don't know whether to take that off you or leave it on." It was a catch-22. She was gorgeous in the lingerie, of course. But I also needed to touch her skin, suck on her perfect pink nipples, slip a finger inside her to feel just how wet she was.

She laughed. "I can always put it back on."

That was a valid point. I slid one of the thin straps down her arm, loving the way she shivered at my touch. I did the same with the other strap, while Reed Girl went to work on my buttons. Her nightie stayed up, held up by her perfect tits. She pushed my shirt off and reached for my undershirt. I helped her get it off me and then tossed it aside.

I tugged the top down, exposing her breasts and letting the soft material slide to the floor. Reed Girl kicked it off and stood in front of me in nothing but tiny white panties.

"You're so fucking sexy. And beautiful. And sexy."

That brought forth more giggles as she started on my pants. "Thank you. It's kind of weird, isn't it?"

"What is?" Weird was not what I was going for tonight.

"Not weird in a bad way. Weird like, it's the same but different."

I got what she meant now. "Because we're married. I guess I know what you mean."

"Yes. It feels…important. Like the first time, almost. Although not like our first time."

I had to laugh. "Because I fucked your brains out in my locker room without knowing your name."

She giggled. "Yes, exactly."

"But I know your name now." I picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. "It's Cullen. Bella Cullen."

Her smile lit the room every bit as much as the candles did. More maybe. "I love that name."

"Me, too. You can't even know."

I lowered myself down on her.

"I think I have a very good idea." She arched her pussy against me, feeling how very much I loved it. "But you should definitely show me just in case."

I grinned at her. "I believe that falls in line with my vows."

She giggled. "Those implied vows. I like those a lot. I'd like to consider them your husbandly duties."

I joined in her laughter. "Husbandly duties, eh? I'd hate to fail at those on our first night."

"You could never fail at those."

Damn right. Sex was my specialty. I started nibbling on her neck, enjoying the way her giggles turned into sighs. Her fingers found my hair, and she tugged lightly, which always turned me on.

I made my way down, licking and sucking on her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. Her tits almost seemed bigger today than they were yesterday. It was entirely possible thanks to this pregnancy.

"I love your breasts."

She smiled, still stroking my hair. "I know. More so now than ever, I think."

"Well, there's more to love now."

I felt her laughter along with hearing it. "You can get away with saying that now, but I'd watch it in a few months."

I moved my way down and kissed her stomach. "You won't let your mom kick my ass if I tell her that when we're able to see that you're in there, will you?"

"Edward," my girl whispered.

I looked up and saw the tears in her eyes. "Don't cry, baby."

"Good tears. That's the first time you've actually talked to our baby."

Huh. I guess it was. I kissed her stomach again.

"I honestly didn't think anything could be better than our wedding, but that? That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I didn't really know what to say to that.

Reed Girl cupped my face. "Are you blushing? I don't think I've ever seen you blush. Don't be embarrassed, Edward. It was…I think I fell in love with you more, if that makes sense."

It did. I pressed a kiss to her palm. "I'm sure I'll do plenty of talking to him before he arrives. There are things he needs to know." Then it hit me. "You don't think he knows what we're about to do, do you?"

She giggled. "The size of a plum, remember? And we've been through this. Sex is a good thing. In fact, it's a must. Vows, remember?"

Right. The baby didn't even have arms and such yet. I really needed to look in the book and find out when he'd have awareness of noises and such from the outside. If babies even did. I didn't know.

"Edward?" Reed Girl cocked an eyebrow at me.

Damn it, what was I doing thinking about the book when I had a mostly naked wife waiting for me to get on with my husbandly duties and vows? I was a moron.

I kissed her belly again before making my way down to the one piece of clothing that remained in my way. I hooked the little strings with my thumbs and pulled them down her sexy legs. She lay bare before me, watching me with those dark beautiful eyes. I grinned before kissing her right inner thigh. It was smooth as silk.

"Bless the spa."

She started to laugh, but it choked off when I took a lick of her pussy. "Edward."

I loved the way she said my name, that breathy sigh. I flicked her clit back and forth before sucking it into my mouth and giving it a little nibble with my teeth that had her moaning and moving beneath me. I worked her over, sliding my fingers inside her, alternating with my tongue, until she came apart.

I stood and took off my boxers. Reed Girl started to get off the bed, but I shook my head. I wanted to be inside her now.

"But I have vows, too." She reached for my cock and stroked it.

Fucking awesome. She slid over on the bed and took me into her mouth. It took everything I had in me to stand there and not start fucking her face. If I did that, I'd come way too quickly. I enjoyed her wet, hot mouth and talented tongue for several minutes before I stepped back.

"I need to be inside you."

She smiled and lay back. "By all means."

I moved back on top of her and framed her face with my hands. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for tonight. It's been a dream come true."

I felt like I'd won the Super Bowl, just from hearing her say that. "Only the best for my wife."

She kissed me and I shifted, sliding inside her. Her fingers linked with mine. We were joined in every possible way. We moved slowly, eyes open, and I swear I felt her smiling against my lips.

She was right. It was the same but it was different. Somehow it was better. More, maybe. Whatever it was, I felt more connected to her now. Physically and legally. She was mine and I was hers. Forever.