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Another four months passed and I'm out of school on bed rest. I would be giving birth to Renesme very shortly. Carlisle said that I could have her at any time with the way I've been having contractions. I'm extremely excited about meeting her.
Edward and I have been on friendlier terms lately since our last discussion. He sometimes comes over to check up on me and the baby. If he doesn't come over then he definitely calls—daily. We're not like we use to be but we are slowly getting better. We've tried to avoid serious conversations about the near future as much as possible because they always tend to lead to arguments and rash decisions.
Carlisle performs my check-ups here at my house; he doesn't want me moving around anymore than completely necessary. Renesme wants to stay inside of me longer than she's supposed to. But if it's needed then we will induce labor next week if I haven't had her by then. I'm not sure if I want to give birth to her here at home or at the hospital; I was actually considering having her at the Cullen mansion. It seems like such a peaceful and suitable place to bring a child into.
I looked over at the clock on my dresser; it read 4: 20pm. Jake should be bursting through my door any minute now. And the beautiful thing about today's visit is that Charlie is working late…which means I can have some fun playtime with my sexy hunk-of-a boyfriend. I have been so deprived lately that it's not even funny and I can't masturbate properly because of my huge stomach being in the way.
Gosh, he better hurry up or—scratch that…sounds like he's here. I could hear him slamming the front door and stomping up the stairway. My stomach was clenching way down deep—I could feel myself get wet just thinking about him walking up the stairs.
"Bella, baby, are you awake?" Jake asked from my doorway.
I giggled, "Well, if I was asleep I'd be awake now from you stomping up the stairs." He walked in as I finished my sentence.
He smiled a big toothy grin, "You look so deliciously pregnant…I could eat you alive right now." His voice grew husky as he spoke. I could see his eyes grow dangerously dark with lust as he crawled onto the bed with me.
I removed my covers to reveal my naked and waiting sex. "Please, just touch me; do anything." I demanded.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied as he dug his fingers into my slick entrance eliciting a loud groan.
He removed his fingers all too soon and tore his clothes off before slipping his long hard member inside of me. Man, he wasn't wasting anytime today; I guess he was in just as much need as me.
"Mm that feels so fucking amazing; harder, Jakey!" I demanded, gripping the sheets with everything I had.
I heard my door open, vaguely but didn't pay it any attention until I heard a voice that didn't belong to myself or the boy vigorously riding me as if we're two wild animals, "Uh, that is just fucking wrong. OH MY GOD! Get the fuck off of her!!! Jesus fucking Christ!!!!" Edward screamed from my doorway.
Jacob stopped his motions as I screamed out in horror. He didn't bother to move off of me but just rested on his knees, not taking his dick from inside of me, "Really, Edward? You have to walk in at this very moment? Why now? Could you not hear the dirty sounds coming from the room? Why do you always seem to walk in when we are in the middle of something?! Every damn time we get started you interrupt…I think you plan it out; fucking prick," Jacob ranted and I completely agreed.
Edward rolled his eyes, "All I heard was Bella moaning, so I thought she might be…I don't know…having some fun alone time." He blushed; I laughed.
"So you still felt the need to walk in?" I asked with a laugh. Jake crawled off of the bed and walked toward Edward.
"I don't know. Gosh, I was only coming to check on you; is that okay?" Edward asked embarrassed, throwing his hands up in the air.
I also note that he took a peek at Jake's manhood longer than necessary. I guess he was sizing him up…I laughed to myself.
Jake began to get dressed, snatching his clothes from around where Edward stood, constantly muttering indecencies. I couldn't help but be amused by this. Edward is standing there completely awkward while Jake is bitching and complaining.
"Bella, could you call me the next time we can actually be alone? I'm sick of getting interrupted every time I'm about to bust a fucking nut! GAH!!!" He screamed walking out of the room.
"Sorry, sheesh." Edward rolled his eyes before sitting on the bed next to me. I noticed his eyes roaming over my body; his eyes darkened noticeably, "Uh, Bella, could you possibly cover up please? You're quite distracting," he pleaded, huskily.
I felt myself grow wet as he watched me pull the covers over myself. I tried to ignore it the best I could by focusing on sitting up and changing the subject; I was taken after all, "So, what's Tanya up to these days?"
He seemed to grow uncomfortable with the new topic change, "Can I sit next to you?" He asked quietly. I moved over on the bed to give him room.
He climbed up to sit in a position mirroring mine—minus the gigantic pregnant belly. I could tell there was something bothering him; he looked nervous, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head but kept his gaze down, "Nothing's wrong, really; then again I guess it depends on who you are," he wasn't finished but he didn't continue.
"Well, why don't you just tell me?" I pushed sweetly, placing my leg on his thigh. His eyes followed my gesture and slowly, so did his hand. It felt so warm and gentle and it fit my hand perfectly; just the right size. "Talk to me, Edward."
He sighed, "This," he motioned to our interlaced hands, "this is the problem—well, not so much a problem but more of a reason," his brows creased in agitation, "I don't know how to say it."
"So you don't want to hold my hand, that's fine, I won't then," I muttered, a little hurt by the rejection but tried to pull my hand away anyway—tried and failed. He kept my hand in his and shook his head at me.
Now I was confused, "Bella, that's not what I mean. You asked me about Tanya; well, there is no more Tanya and me. We broke up; it was mutual," he peaked up at me; I was shocked, "She wasn't ready to be dragged into parenthood, even if it was just as my girlfriend—it was the fact that I was becoming a father. My reason for agreeing with her is because I wasn't ever in love with her; I only got back together with her because you were with Jacob. It was all to make you jealous but really all I did was push you further away. I came to talk to you about that; every since that kiss we shared months ago, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I hate seeing him kiss you the way that I should be; and to walk in on things like that—"
"Edward," I cut him off, "what are you getting at?" I already knew but I wanted to hear him say it…I think.
He turned to me and placed his free hand on my ever expanding belly and caressed it gently before finally making eye contact with me, "Bella, I'm in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our little Renesme."
I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. Nothing Jake has ever said to me has struck home like that one sentence from Edward did. I felt like everything stopped; time, my heart, his heart, Renesme's heart, it all stopped—not in the literal sense of course—but nothing mattered except for Edward, myself, and our daughter.
And before I could even think it completely through, my heart spoke for me, "I'm in love with you too," then the tears began to fall. I never imagined this being such a sentimental moment but the way his eyes lit up and shined at me as I said that to him pushed me over the edge.
What the hell was I going to do? How can I hurt Jacob like this? He's been through so much with me, for me; this is all too hard. But then, to make matters more complicated, Edward did the very thing I have been craving for him to do since the last time he did it—he kissed me.
He pressed his beautiful, pink, pouty lips against mine and they moved in a musical synchronization. It felt so natural and right. I felt complete, as if I had been missing a vital piece of my soul and now it was found—more like realized; my other half had been in front of me the whole time, only it wasn't the one I thought it was.
I felt his hands lose themselves in my hair that hasn't been brushed in days. He didn't bother to run his fingers through it; he just grabbed handfuls and gripped on for dear life. If it wasn't so erotic I would have made him let go because of the pain.
Nothing was really registering with me in that very moment. The only thing that mattered was the beautiful boy that was pouring all of his love and adoration for me into every caress he placed upon me. I could only feel his lips, his tongue massaging me, his hands in my hair, and his hands on my arms, his hands ghosting over our creation and on down to my throbbing center.
But the moment his fingers pressed into my swollen clit, I felt it.
What I felt was not pleasure or love or anything like that but what I felt was the most gut wrenching, awful pain in my uterus. I let out a loud ear splitting scream as I cowered over my front and cradled my unborn child. Edward jumped back in alarm before trying to soothe me.
"Bella, what is it? What did I do?" He questioned, panicked.
My breaths were coming in shallow and measured; I knew what was happening, "Edward…I'm…going…AHHHH…call Carlisle…I'm going…into…labor!!!" I screamed louder and he screeched before jumping off the bed and pulling his cell phone from his pocket.
"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit! Carlisle! What do I do? Bella, she's going in labor! What the hell do I do?!" Edward screamed into his phone.
"AHHHH Edward, hurry! It fucking hurts!!! Carlisle!!!" I screamed out so that maybe he could come to me and give me something, anything!
"Okay, okay, do you think I have time?!" Edward was pulling at the roots of his hair anxiously while pacing around the room. His eyes flashed to me once again as I screamed out in agony as another contraction shook my body.
The pain was completely unbearable. I couldn't breathe or focus on anything.
That was when everything went black. I could vaguely hear Edward screaming for me to wake up but I couldn't open my eyes; the pain was holding me down in the darkness. I could feel myself being lifted and I felt as if I was going to fall but that was the last thing I could remember.
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