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Day 19

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She bit the pillow as he pounded into her from behind, rocking the bed with each thrust. She was now keenly aware of every squeak, but tried not to focus on what people in the hall might think. Nothing had been said to them but a few hidden smirks and rolled eyes told the tale. Everyone knew what was going on in this room.

"Come on baby," Edward huffed from behind her, "One more." One of the hands that had been gripping her hips slapped her clit and she was off again, dropping the pillow to howl her pleasure. He was right behind her with a series of "Yes, Yes, YESSSSes," that could probably be heard from the parking lot.

Collapsing like a house of cards, she felt pleasantly flattened by his weight on her back. While she caught her breath, her eyes wandered to the toy on the table. He might act like a boy, but, ummmm, he was all man when it counted.

He lifted up, snapping off the condom. "Four down."

"It's not a contest."

He looked at her from the bathroom doorway, a sweaty, sexy mess. "Got to have goals, Dr. Swan."

She giggled into her hands. She'd never wanted someone like she wanted him, with a raw need that made her do things she'd never have imagined. Sex with strangers listening? Check. Declaring herself after two weeks? Check. Planning on a life together with an unshakable faith that this man was her forever? Check.

"I'm taking a shower," he called. "Can you ask for some Tylenol? I've got a little bit of a headache."

She sprang up from the bed and went to him. "What's wrong?"

"I told you." He kissed her forehead before stepping under the water. "No big deal, you're wearing me out. All my blood has been headed south, if you know what I mean."

The shower stall was too small for two, even two people who didn't mind being on top of each other. There was no room to wash each other or to have shower sex; they'd tried yesterday and gave up after splashing water all over the floor. She leaned on the sink, watching him lather up, wishing for more room and a nice big bathtub filled with hot water and hot man.

His hands were scrubbing his scalp when she stuck her hand in the shower, pumping his cock. He kept his eyes closed, but smiled.

"Ben, I said we couldn't do that anymore."

She dropped his penis and slapped his ass.

"Please Sir, may I have another!"

She laughed, "What am I going to do with you?"

He leaned his head out to kiss her, water dripping everywhere. "Just love me."

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Edward was making up the bed with the extra sheets that magically appeared sometime after the condoms. He was dressed, for the moment, and sat down legs spread, waiting for her. She sat, removing the towel around her head and handed him her wide tooth comb.

He liked to comb out her hair and she liked to feel his careful strokes on her head and his strong legs bracketing hers. It was sexy and non-sexual at the same time. She felt cared for and comforted. She closed her eyes and let him work. She may have let the towel around her body slip a little, revealing her breasts. He may have stolen a kiss on her back and behind her ear every few strokes. It was a new kind of bliss.

Real world thoughts crept into her mind. "When are you going back to work?"

"Don't know. I have to give them two weeks' notice so they can work me into the schedule. You?"

"My patient's parents are still freaking out about the 'Ebola doctor'. The practice is giving me three weeks paid vacation after this. But I don't know if I want to go back."

She tried to organize her thoughts before she spoke. She didn't know where he stood on this issue, and it might be a deal breaker for him. "I was thinking of doing something more long term with MSF. When I graduated med school I did two seven month tours. If it wasn't for my parents bugging me to settle down in the states, I might be one of those doctors that just comes home and sleeps on my parent's couch for a few weeks before heading out again."

"Is there room on that couch for me?"

"Oh yeah." She smiled as his hands rubbed her shoulders. "Plenty of room." Her heart was beating faster, because his answer could change everything. "You think you'd want to go with me?"

"Just tell me when."

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-21 days-Day 19—

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He didn't like Bella's moratorium on sex. Granted, it was just for an hour before temp time, but he couldn't get enough of her. He lay in bed, alone for a change, listening to her click away on the keyboard. His head felt better. Arlene had showed up with the Tylenol and an arched eyebrow, looking at the pile of dirty sheets that hadn't been collected yet.

He was bored. If Bella wouldn't do that with him, at least she could provide some mental stimulation. "Why pediatrics?"

She stopped writing and turned to face him. "It was my favorite rotation. I'm a neonatologist. Miniature humans are just fascinating."

"But you work in a general peds practice."

"I didn't want to spend my whole life in the NICU. And it's nice to have some patients who can talk. And it's a big practice, so I wasn't working all the time." She moved from the desk and sat cross-legged on the bed facing him. "Correction, I wasn't supposed to be working all the time. I was the only one without kids so I took a lot of extra shifts."

"That wasn't fair."

"I didn't mind. Wasn't like I had a lot to come home to."

He digested the information. He'd done the same thing for his coworkers who were parents. He loved kids, but never particularly felt the need to have one, until he met her. She surprised him with her question.

"Who?"

He blinked at her. "Who what?"

"Who had cancer? I never met anyone in oncology who didn't have a person inspiring them."

"Yeah." He looked away from her eyes. Of course he'd planned on telling her, but maybe when they were in matching rocking chairs on a porch somewhere in the distant future. He didn't like the reaction he got when he told people, so after a while he just stopped. He should have known she'd guess.

"It was you?" She took his hand. "That explains the Lego habit."

"I was nine. Leukemia. I was in and out of the hospital for treatment, and at one point I was there for a solid month. There was a male nurse, I mean all the nurses on the floor were great, but this one nurse Glen did magic tricks, wore crazy hats, fake noses, told really bad jokes. It was like, if this guy could be joking all the time, it couldn't be so bad, right? He gave me hope."

She squeezed the hand she was holding. Her other hand went to her eyes.

He sighed. "I made you cry again."

Bella sniffed. "I'm grateful to a man I never met, for taking care of you."

"Baby, don't." He guided her down to his side. "I'm here. I'm good."

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Arlene was not happy. "I'm going off shift and you're running 100 degrees. If you're not down tomorrow we're doing blood work."

"It's the, a, change in activity level." He didn't think she'd buy it. Bella was staring at him too.

"Dr. Swan, maybe you should stay in your room."

"No, I'm staying with him." He liked the way she stood taller when she said that. Protective Bella was extra sexy.

"Any other symptoms Mr. Cullen?"

"No, I—"

"Slight headache, increased lethargy." Bella glared at him, challenging him to contradict her. "You've been sleeping, a lot."

"Well we've been…" his eyes darted to the medic "busy."

"Take it easy tonight Tigger." Arlene looked at him, then at Bella. He didn't need a translator; that look meant keep an eye on him.

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"Let's turn in early."

"Sure." He wiggled his eyebrows. "We've got 145 condoms left. Don't want them to go to waste." Thinking about number five, employed while Bella gripped the sink watching him in the mirror, was revving him up again.

"No, we're sleeping. We have two days left, don't blow it."

"Just once?"

"No. Rest." She waited until he got into bed. She turned off the desk lamp and climbed in after him. There was enough light from the bathroom to see her face when she turned to him.

"What's the first thing you want to do when we get out?"

He thought for a moment. "I want to check into a hotel with you and go nowhere for a week."

"You realize that's what we've been doing for 19 days."

"So? This wouldn't be so bad if we had a bigger bed, better sheets and alcohol."

"Hmm, true." She snuggled into him, putting her arm across his chest. "I want to go on a walk down the shore."

"You want to go to the beach? In December?"

"Not the beach, the shore. It's nice if it's sunny."

"You Jersey girls." He kissed the top of her head. "New Yorkers call it the beach."

"You New Yorkers. Where do you live anyway?"

"Upper, upper East side. One bedroom, nothing too exciting."

"That's kind of a long way from my condo."

"A week at a hotel. Then we decide where we're going to live."

"Oh, so we're living together now?"

"Yes." In his mind there was no option, whatever it took he wasn't going to give her up.

She kissed his nose. "Okay. But only if you go to sleep now."

He closed his eyes.

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Her lips were on his forehead.

"Baby, you're hot."

"Thanks. You're hot." He wanted to say something clever, but as he turned to face her a wave of dizziness struck him. His head was throbbing.

"Edward, you're burning up. I'm calling the medic."

Bella went to phone.

"Wait for Arlene." He sat up quickly to stop her from calling when another wave of nausea hit him. "Fuck, the garbage pail—"

He emptied his stomach while Bella patted his back. When he stopped heaving, Bella put down the can and went to the hall, throwing open the door. He heard her yelling for the medics, but she seemed so far away. Going to sleep was such a good idea…

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AN: Keep calm and TRUST ME! It is labeled angst/romance, Next chapter tomorrow

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