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Chapter Six

Confession #6: If the birthing video did anything, it convinced me my feet would stay planted at the top of coffee girl's hospital bed when the time came, because as natural as the stretching was, no man should see that.

After the fiasco that was Thanksgiving, I spent a lot of time thinking about what my parents asked of me. Could I really begin to forgive Alice for not only singlehandedly selling me out, but for trying to harm the love of my life?

Forgiveness is something that's earned, and she hadn't done anything to show me she was actually sorry for the things she had done. I couldn't trust that our parents had Bella's and my best interests at heart because they'd chosen to forgive Alice. Ultimately, the only way I would ever know was if I gave her a chance to show us she had, in fact, really changed. It was all too much to think about on such a momentous occasion.

I finally put all thoughts of Alice out of my mind the day we were going to find out whether we were having a boy or a girl. Though the drive to the doctor's office had been quiet—a calm quiet—excitement coursed through my body as we waited in the exam room for Dr. Dora. This was one more step closer to the bean being born.

Coffee girl's bump had grown and I was in awe of her ever changing body. Her breasts were slightly larger, as well as her hips and ass, but it just added to her beauty. Any man who ever said pregnancy subtracted from their love's beauty was, simply put, a jackass. I viewed every inch of her gloriously enhanced figure as a sign of her love and commitment to our family. Carrying a child was the most selfless thing of which only a woman was capable, and so I spent every day making sure she knew exactly how I felt.

"You're so damn beautiful, coffee girl." My fingers glided over her womb, craving the feel of our child's movement.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "You're a bit biased, but thank you."

I sighed and cupped her cheek, her gaze meeting mine. "You will always, always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me."

A knock at the door informed us that the doctor was coming in.

"Hello, Bella, Edward. How are you feeling today?" I'd learned shortly after the first appointment that question was never directed to the father, so I kept quiet while coffee girl went on to share with Dr. Dora the changes she'd gone through in the last four weeks.

"Well, everything seems on par. You're measuring a bit farther that you are, but that could be because of the position that the baby is in or that he or she is growing fast. How about we have a look and see what's going on? Maybe even find out the sex…" Dr. Dora trailed off as she had Bella lift her shirt and lower her pants down below her belly before she squirted the cold blue goop on Bella's exposed skin.

The first thing I looked for was the heartbeat, even though we'd just heard it a few minutes ago. It was the first sign that everything was all right…at least, for me it was. Once I saw the rapid blinking, I gripped Bella's hand while Dr. Dora did her checks.

She took some measurements, showed us the baby's profile, hands, and then feet before focusing in on what I assumed were the 'goods.'

"Looks like your little one isn't shy in the least. You sure you want to know what you're having?"

I looked to Bella for the answer. I wanted to know, but I felt it was ultimately her decision. She was doing all the hard work, after all. "Do you still want to know?"

Bella nodded. "Yeah, I do." She looked at Dr. Dora. "What's cooking, doc?"

"It's a boy," Dr. Dora revealed with a chuckle before she pointed to our little man's jewels. I was proud to see he took after his daddy.

Through her happy tears, coffee girl felt it was the perfect time for a joke. "So, I'm growing a penis, huh? I always wondered what that would be like." It made both the doctor and me laugh.

After all the excitement of finding out we had a son on the way, the true test of what was to come came in the form of discussing the finalization of Bella's birth plan. It was something I would be mostly focused on because coffee girl was still busy with work.

Based on all the panic-inducing books I'd read, my main factor in the birth plan would be to provide Bella with all of the comfort and support I could. I refused to give my opinion on pain medications and epidurals since I wasn't the one who would be attempting to squeeze a watermelon out of my body. All I wanted was for the both of them to be happy and healthy—loved was a given since I would love them both forever.

Every bit of information Dr. Dora explained to us reiterated that we should have our plan in place before we checked in to the hospital and I was overwhelmed by it all. It was confirmed less than two days later when Corin, the doula and Lamaze expert we'd chosen, showed us a video of the birthing process. I was equal parts horrified and awed by what a woman's body was capable of. My wife was going to deserve a lifetime of gratitude for the pain she would be experiencing.

Women were the superior sex, by far, and that video was all the proof I needed, even if I wasn't actually admitting it out loud. I didn't know a man on the planet who could endure pain the way women do. Every mother in the world was the true definition of the word 'goddess.' I needed to get my own mother diamonds for willingly giving birth not once, but three times. I just hoped Bella would want more children after everything was said and done.

When the video finished, Corin showed me techniques I could start using now that would help coffee girl work prepare for and through her labor.

"Now, with a firm but not too firm grip, you are going to want to press down on the top of her hips, like this." Corin placed her hands on Bella to show me exactly what she meant, and the moan that escaped my love's mouth was proof that this woman knew what she was doing.

The noises Bella was making had my cock rock solid, and I prayed that wouldn't happen when she was really in labor or she might actually cut it off. Rose had not only threatened Emmett's dick; she'd also grabbed a hold and looked him straight in the eyes and said he wouldn't be coming near her ever again. Emmett had to ice his package once he picked himself up off the floor.

Women could be scary.

"Now, besides helping to spread Bella's pelvis, another good relaxation technique that coincides with meditative breathing is laboring in a warm, not hot, bath. The key to using the bath is not to get in too early in the process though, because it could slow down labor."

Corin turned out to be an excellent source of knowledge. After showing us many more massage and laboring positions, she helped Bella decide on the type of labor and delivery she hoped for. She explained that Bella should never feel like a failure if things had to change because she couldn't handle the pain or, God forbid, if a C-section was medically necessary.

I was truly grateful for her insight.

After she answered a few more of my crazy questions and left us with more reading material and movies we could watch, Corin left for the evening.

I knew she would be a source of moral support for both Bella and me come D-day.

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As we were settling into bed that night, Bella mentioned watching another movie the doula had recommended called "The Business of Being Born." To say it opened my eyes to delivery options would be an understatement. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place when it came to how we should bring our baby into the world, but I knew whatever Bella felt was best would be okay…as long as she was too.

I fell asleep that night with millions of worries and questions flowing through my mind. I also was beginning to wonder if I would have any hair left by the time our son arrived with the amount of times I tugged on it in frustration.

With coffee girl's encouragement the next morning, I began doing my own research regarding home births and natural pregnancy. The information I found was truly overwhelming. I was able to locate the only free-standing, midwife led birth center in the greater Los Angeles area and called to set up a tour for us. I couldn't wait to share the things I'd learned with coffee girl.

Every night before bed, Bella and I would discuss the information and research I'd found. I knew she wished she wasn't so busy with helping Emily with her fifth album so she could be a more active part of this process, but she was determined to be free of her work obligations before our son arrived. Tonight would not be an exception to any of the previous ones.

"How are you feeling, my love?" I asked as I rubbed her sore feet. Her toes had been painted a bright cherry red when she got her pedicure done, and I couldn't help that even her toes turned me on.

He eyes were closed and her head was cocooned in the plethora of pillows that had taken residence in our bed, mewling in ecstasy as I hit a particularly achy spot. "Wonderful," she moaned.

My breath hitched at the way the word lingered on her lips. I needed her. I needed to possess her body. My hands continued to massage her silky smooth calves as I made my way up her glorious body.

She was exquisite, and my desire grew as her noises did.

"More?"

Her legs parted in answer to my question.

The powder blue cheekies she was wearing were sheer, leaving nothing to my imagination—not that I needed it. I knew every inch of her body, changes or not, and I knew what she needed.

I slid her panties off, still caressing every fiber of her skin as my hands made their way back up to her center. I teased her with my fingers, coating them in her wetness before bringing them to my mouth for a taste of her. Fuck! More delicious than ever. I needed more directly from the source.

Without a moment of hesitation, because that's how it always was for me, I dove tongue first between her legs. Even with my inner caveman on the loose, I was gentle enough to not push her legs directly into the baby.

She was manna from God, every taste reviving and replenishing me for more, but leaving me with a desire that was never truly sated.

Her body glowed in the lamplight as she undulated, tugging on my hair as I devoured her.

After she peaked for the second time, I made my way up body, pausing only to kiss our baby before settling my mouth on her breast. They were slightly larger, her areolas were more tannish than peach now, and they were more responsive to my touch. These were more of the changes I would miss once our child was no longer within her womb. All that extra blood she was producing brought more of her senses to life as well.

Pregnancy sex was incredible, and the fact that Bella was still so flexible added to pleasure. We were almost to the point we'd have to try different positions, but I needed one last time above her. I wanted to see every emotion play across her beautiful face as I brought her to release again and again.

With her legs spread wide again, I ran my cock up and down her folds and covered myself in her wetness before slowly easing my way home. She was hot and wet and tight. It was almost too much all at once since I was already worked up. I paused when I was fully engulfed by her, needing to breathe and center myself before giving us both what we wanted.

Call me a pussy, I don't give a fuck, but I preferred making love over fucking. The sweet noises she made, the sensual smell of our sex building in the air, the pleas to come, the biting of her nails on my back...it was heaven to me.

I slowly picked up my pace when Bella had come for the third time and I knew the fourth would be the final time before she glided off into dreamland whether I was done or not. The constant flutter of her pussy drove me closer to the cliff's edge.

I reached down and pinched her still swollen clit and she arched back in a silent scream, her legs locked around my hips as I let go and came too.

Once we were cleaned up, and coffee girl was happily cocooned in her pillows, I thought back on our final decision for her birth plan. In the end, we decided to ask Corin for the recommendation of a midwife. Bella would still have Corin there as a doula to help her through labor, but the midwife would be a medically trained person who could monitor Bella's labor at home for as long as possible before we headed to the hospital—a happy medium for any possible what ifs.

And with all the additional support mostly decided my worry decreased…just a little. I was still me after all.

I know, total tease since Malice wasn't really in the picture but I didn't want to do a full month time jump. I also thought it would be fun to have Eddie doing all the birthing plan research while Bella worked.

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