Happy New Year everybody! Did you miss me? God knows I missed you all.

If you don't follow me on Facebook you most likely don't know that my plans to write were crushed when my hubs ended up in the hospital for ten days and had to have three surgeries on his hand just before Christmas. I literally have been running myself ragged and the craziness with his doctors' appointments won't be over until we're well into February.

That being said, I cannot make promises on updates after chapter twenty. I'm hoping to get back into the groove of things but my family comes first and I hope you all understand that.

Anyway, enough with the drama… Enjoy! xx

Chapter Fourteen

Confession #14: Let's be real...breast milk tastes good, but it's best from the source if you can get it from there.

There were things you adjusted to quickly and things you didn't once you had a newborn in your home. I thought being an actor who sometimes had to work long and odd hours would help me out in the long run, but it didn't. We'd been home with Caleb for four weeks, and I was more sleep deprived than coffee girl.

All she had to do was brew a pot of coffee and she'd get a contact high from the smell alone. I, on the other hand, had to drink the entire pot. That was how I learned what Bella's breast milk tasted like. We were out of milk, and no matter how many times I'd tried, I couldn't drink a cup of black coffee. I decided if it was good enough for Caleb, it would be good enough for me, so I added it to my cup before I went and made a store run for some of the essentials we needed.

I wasn't a fan of sweet frou-frou coffee drinks, but the slightly sweet breast milk flavored coffee was delicious. I couldn't help but wonder if it could be frothed up, but there was no way I was risking Bella's espresso machine by experimenting. I wasn't stupid; she may have had it installed for me, but it was hers.

It was after ten at night, but with Bella's list in hand, I set off for the store.

I made it in without any trouble, but that didn't last.

"O. M. G. It's Edward Cullen!" a very female voice exclaimed, causing me to roll my eyes and attempt to hurry along my trip.

I sped through the aisles, dropping each item from the list into the cart as fast as I could, but the annoying voice and equally annoying friend of the voice continued to follow me. The second I was finished I rushed up to the register. I had to wait in line and was frustrated because of the giggling duo behind me.

I normally didn't mind fans, especially when they just approached and asked for an autograph or picture and then silently left me alone. With these two, though, I just knew they not only acted like paparazzi, they also already tweeted out and or Facebooked my location. I could already feel the real roaches sitting in the parking lot, lying in wait, multiplying each second I was stuck in this line.

Sure, I'd been tempted to say, "Fuck it" and leave the basket and go to another store, but history had taught me that I would have been followed there too. So instead, I white-knuckled the cart, gritting my teeth as the only open checker at this time of night took their sweet time gabbing with each person before me.

By the time I was finished, I wanted a strong drink. I hauled ass out the automatic doors and raced to my car. I tossed everything in the truck as the real paps snapped picture after picture of me doing the most mundane thing.

Once I was safely behind the wheel, I laid on the horn and revved the engine to let them know I was done with their bullshit. My lack of sleep and overall temper was causing me to lose the tiny bit of a grasp I had on my common sense.

I knew Jane would mostly likely rip me a new one the second she heard about the video that I was sure was being recorded as well when I yelled out my window.

"I will not hesitate to run you over if you don't get the fuck out from in front of my car."

When they didn't move, I held down the horn once more and began to pull forward. The man standing in front of my car finally moved when he realized I was dead serious. I barely missed his toes.

They followed me all the way to the gates of our property—why, though, I didn't understand. It wasn't like they were going to get any photos of Bella or Caleb.

I don't think I relaxed until I was back in the house, had everything put away, and saw that both Caleb and Bella we safely tucked away sleeping.

Sometimes being a celebrity really sucked...and not in a good way.

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After the paparazzi invasion, my mother took over shopping for us for things we couldn't get away with having shipped to the house. We hated inconveniencing her but she said she didn't mind because it gave her more access to her grandchild. It was eye-opening to realize you've been replaced as the apple of your parents' eye, but more so when you're over thirty years old.

We were able to avoid the paps when it came to doctor's appointments by renting different SUVs for them. We slipped in and out of our gated community with ease thanks to them, and though the expense really wasn't much, it still sucked having to do it.

Each doctor's visit resulted in new milestones for Caleb. He was growing so fast and I wanted to slow it down. The shots sucked; seeing your child cry is gut-wrenching.

My favorite appointment was Bella's six-week checkup. Being told it was safe to resume our sex life was awesome…too bad it didn't happen right away. Bella was exhausted and still bleeding. It wasn't much, but she couldn't start her pills again until after she started her next period.

The things I learned about her bodily functions during the pregnancy were astounding. It was things that would most likely gross a normal man out, but I just saw it as normal. I grew up with a sister; I knew all about periods before I was even having sex. If a man cannot accept the things that occur for a woman, he has no business in a relationship.

Bottom line is, if you can't buy your wife a box of tampons, you're an asshole. Bella hadn't asked me to yet, but I would if I had to. It was called unconditional love for a reason, and I loved coffee girl unconditionally.

Love would never be a problem for us. It blanketed us like fog, clinging from our feet to the tops of our heads. Passion seeped from our pores; each time our eyes met, the longing for each other was obvious. The need, the want...it never left, and when Caleb was eleven weeks old, it boiled over and we forgot everything but the feel of connecting again.

It was with a gentle urgency that we clung to one another.

"Yes," Bella hissed as I bit down on her neck, my left hand teasing her taut nipple.

I blew a cool breath over the mark I'd left and it made Bella shiver and clench around me. She felt so damn good and I didn't want this to ever end. I knew it would end sooner than I'd like thanks to the self-imposed restriction I'd put on myself.

The second I latched onto her breast and her sweet milk hit my tongue, I groaned. Heaven. Bella tightened around me and let out a silent scream as she convulsed, and I let go. I came harder than I had in a long time; it had been just over ten weeks since I'd come inside my wife.

I was physically spent, but as I continued to suck on her tit, my cock hardening all over again. I released the one breast and latched on the other and rocked slowly in and out of my paradise. Bella's fingers were tugging on my hair, alternating between pulling me closer and pushing me away.

Her sweet tone was pleading, begging for more. I let go with a pop and rolled us over. Bella on top was a sight to praise God for. Her tits swaying, head tossed back while her nails dug into my chest as she chased another orgasm.

"So good," she chanted over and over, and I was more than inclined to agree.

My fingers gripped her quivering thighs and I began pushing and pulling her onto me harder. I loved when she begged, wanting to come, but I wouldn't let her until I was ready to go as well.

"I can't...too much...need...need to come." Her voice shook along with her body and I couldn't be selfish. She needed this as much as I did.

"Come, love. Give it to me." Her body tensed at my words, and with a long drawn out mewl that left me wondering if she was still breathing, she did and her climax triggered my own.

"Happy Birthday, Eddie," coffee girl mumbled in a sleepy voice. "I'm sorry I forgot until now."

"It's okay, love. I forgot too." I really had, and since I hadn't glanced around for my phone, I didn't know if everyone else had forgot too.

I curled around Bella and although two orgasms a piece wasn't enough for me, my body protested against that thought and we fell into a deep sleep until Caleb called for us with his hungry cry just a few hours later.

"I really need to pee. Can you get him changed and bring him in here?" coffee girl asked.

"Sure." I kissed her before we went in separate directions.

Caleb's wails had grown in the short amount of time it took for me to reach him.

"What's the matter, little man?" I didn't expect him to answer, but I continued to talk to him while I changed him. Thankfully it was just a wet one this time.

His fingers had made their way into his mouth and he groaned around them; they weren't what he wanted but he was already learning to self-soothe. Another sign he was growing too fast for my liking.

"Come on, little man, Mama has just what you want. I promise I left plenty for you, but you're going to have to learn to share. Mama tastes really good and Daddy likes her milk too," I teased as I made my way back to Bella.

I'd apparently been pretty loud with my declaration and coffee girl had heard me because she snorted at my confession. I think I blushed against my will for the first time ever. The cat was out of the bag, so I just shrugged and she shook her head at my silliness.

As soon as Caleb latched on, coffee girl began humming to him, her fingers caressing his little hand that was resting on her chest. The bond they shared made my heart melt, and I couldn't resist grabbing my phone and snapping a picture of the intimate moment between mother and son.

Bella's hair was a wild nest of curls and her pale skin glowed in the room's low light. She looked like an angel—beautiful, pure, and full of love. When she glanced up at me with the same look she'd just shared with Caleb, I took another picture.

My eyes misted over. "I love you so fucking much, coffee girl. My life would be so empty and incomplete without you."

She brought out these unplanned confessions quite often, and the watery eyes I received back spoke as loud as her words did. "You gave me life, Eddie. You shook up everything I thought I knew I wanted and made everything so much more. I love you forever, I love you for always, and even after my last breath I'll love you still."

Fuck. Her way with words always left me speechless. She was my life and Caleb was the living proof of our love.

I couldn't be away from her for one second longer. I dropped my phone on the floor and closed the distance between us.

She owned all of me. I didn't know what I would do if she wasn't mine. She flipped my life upside down, but in the process, she'd righted it too. I felt like John Legend, like I could write songs about giving her all of me and how beautiful she is.

I kissed her with every bit of love I held inside of me. I only stopped when we had to breathe, but my lips quickly found hers again.

"Everything. You're everything important in my life. You, Caleb, and any others we eventually bring into this family are only possible because you said yes." I spoke the truth.

"There was never another choice."

She always got the last word, and I was okay with that. Her words spoke volumes and said everything we both felt.

My life was perfect...I didn't think it could get better, but it did.

It's a bit of a cliffy, but not a bad one and in the meantime if you want something else to read, I've also posted the one-shot I wrote for the Mistletoe Contest. I hope you all enjoyed this and I do plan on updating next Friday at this point…I hope and pray nothing gets in the way. Leave me some love if you'd like and until next time. xx Dee