A/N: Short chapter for this Monday morning, but I think you'll like it.

Doctors were used to clinical. Clinically, Carlisle knew the exact mechanics of what was happening here. He knew every procedure, every tool used. Science had always been a comfort to him. He liked that he knew how each organ worked, what he could cut into and what he could stitch back together again. He'd seen the insides of a human body—blood, guts, and gore.

Procedure was what was running through his head as he and Edward walked up to the clinic. For something as profound as the creation of a human being, it was all very perfunctory. Edward had abstained from sex and release for two days to produce the most potent sample. Sperm and the donor eggs they'd purchased would be joined in a Petri dish where they would hopefully form embryos. The embryos would be transferred to Bella's uterus via catheter. They'd decided to implant three embryos at a time—the maximum any of them were comfortable with, should all embryos take.

It was somewhat surreal. Carlisle hadn't even thought of skipping this appointment. He was a dutiful and supportive husband, but what his role here was, he had no idea. The nurse was going through her spiel on cleanliness, not using any lubricant, and ejaculating directly into the sterile container.

Clinical.

Before Carlisle could ask Edward if he wanted him to wait outside, his husband took his hand, pulling him down the hallway after the nurse, thus answering that question. The room they were led to was, again, perfunctory. There was a semi-comfortable looking chair with a couple of outdated magazines. There was a less comfortable chair—a standard hospital chair—against the wall. A sink for clean up.

Edward went over and picked up the magazines gingerly, his nose wrinkled in distaste. He laughed. "Boobs," he said, deadpan. He held up the magazine for Carlisle to see. They were Playboys.

"Ah, heteronormative standards," Carlisle said with a small smile.

Edward put the stack down and took Carlisle's hand again. He set the specimen cup on the tiny rolling table, and walked Carlisle backward, pushing him gently down on the comfortable chair.

Hands at his husband's waist, Carlisle arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Edward straddled him, his expression soft as he ran his fingers through Carlisle's hair. Carlisle's heart skipped a beat, looking up into his husband's green eyes, seeing the overwhelming love he felt for Edward reflected there. Edward leaned in, brushing his lips in a soft kiss. "I'm making a baby with you," he murmured, the words vibrating against his mouth.

A thrill went down Carlisle's spine at the words. His very skin tingled. He returned Edward's kisses, ran his hands up and down his back.

Cupping his face in his hands, Edward deepened their kisses, making a quiet, contented noise that Carlisle tasted on his tongue. He began to move on Carlisle's lap, grinding his hips, seeking friction. It had been a while, but Carlisle was still familiar with Edward's moves. His husband was trying to rile him up.

Carlisle tensed. "Edward."

Reintroducing sex into their relationship was awkward at times. There was less romance when they couldn't be spontaneous, when one or both of them had to plan ahead. It sometimes frustrated Carlisle, which didn't help matters. As much as he loved being with his husband, it was often difficult to get in the mood when he was broken.

This was most certainly not planned.

Edward pulled back and put a finger to Carlisle's lips, silencing his protest. He tilted his head forward, resting their foreheads together so the tips of their noses brushed. "Listen to me. And look at me." As he spoke, he kept up a steady thrust, thrust, thrust up against Carlisle, his hardness growing more obvious with each movement. "Look at us. Have you seen us lately?"

"I see you," Carlisle said, spreading his hands wide over Edward's shoulder blades.

Edward shook his head and kissed him—a light, teasing kiss. "No. Look at us." He continued to move over Carlisle, his movements ever smooth and steady. A smile crept up his cheeks—wicked and sexy and begging for Carlisle to kiss it right off him. "I've seen me, and I know what you're talking about. The smile. The chin. Those eyes." He batted his eyelashes, and Carlisle laughed. "The eyebrows are a little ridiculous, but they work for me, right?"

"Brat," Carlisle said, but the word was tender. He did so much adore this man.

"And then there's you." Edward sighed—the sound at once wistful and satisfied. "I don't know if you can grasp how truly stunning you are. Breathtaking. Like literally. You step in a room, and you're so damn beautiful I can't breathe. It doesn't matter that I've seen you nearly every day for seven years. It takes me by surprise every time."

Carlisle was tongue-tied and mystified. It was exactly how he felt about Edward, but hearing the words said about him was almost painful. It was, at once, invigorating—it made his heart race and flushed his cheeks pink with pleasure—and confusing. His psyche wanted to reject the words as nonsensical.

Edward kissed him, lingering, stoking the fire that had begun to curl in Carlisle's gut. He pulled back but only enough so he could make his words audible against his skin. "But us. Baby, have you seen us?" He crossed his arms behind Carlisle's neck, scratching the pads of his fingers behind his ears. The touch sent the most delightful shivers down Carlisle's spine.

"You and I are awesome on our own." As Edward spoke, he pressed kiss after tiny kiss to Carlisle's skin, dotting his face. "But together? We're profound. We're starshine and magic and perfection."

Carlisle whimpered as Edward pressed a kiss to his neck, dragging his teeth along his skin. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, allowing his husband better access to him. Edward kissed his throat, the underside of his chin. He kissed along his jaw, up to his ear. He took one of Carlisle's hands and pressed it against his chest. "Do you feel us? Hmm? Do you feel how you're part of me?" Edward drew Carlisle's captured hand down his chest, guiding it to rest on his crotch over the hard swell in his jeans. He leaned forward, taking Carlisle's earlobe between his teeth. "Do you feel what you do to me? Your touch? Only you."

In a heartbeat, something in Carlisle snapped. The tiny thrills of electricity coursing through his body short circuited his brain and shut off the voices in his head that were thinking too damn much. He gave in to feeling, just feeling, because there were no words to explain how he felt about this man. Edward consumed him. His love and his complete devotion consumed him.

He surged forward, onto his feet, propelling them both the short distance forward to press Edward up against the wall. He took his face in his hands and kissed him. Hard. Deep. Long and hungry. Quickly, it wasn't enough. His hands roamed, squeezing, groping, and diving under and up Edward's shirt and back down. He thrust and rutted, needing…

Holy hell.

He was hard and ready and straining, desperate to be inside his love, his boy, his husband.

Come home, Edward had said that first time. Yes, that was exactly what he needed. He was so in love with this man. There was such rightness, such beauty in who they were together.

And they were going to make a baby.

Carlisle's kisses slowed. He skimmed the tip of his nose along Edward's cheek, breathing him in. He traced little circles around Edward's bellybutton, smiling at his sharp breath. He let his hands drop to rub over Edward's cloth-covered cock.

Even as he moved, Edward's hands roamed, too. He cupped Carlisle between his legs, making circular motions with the heel of his hand. Carlisle moaned.

They moved in tandem, pulling back from the wall long enough to yank down each other's pants in between tender but fervent kisses. Carlisle took Edward's cock in his hand, pressing him back against the wall, kissing him as he jerked him off. Edward returned the favor.

Their breaths quickened. Their eyes were open now and on each other. They'd bent their foreheads together, breathing in each other's air, catching each other's moans.

Feeling Edward was getting close, hearing it in the little whines he drowned against his mouth, Carlisle reached behind them, fumbling for the sterile container they'd left on the rolling table. He got a hold of the thing, and Edward stopped his ministrations to let Carlisle coax him over the edge of orgasm. He buried his head at Carlisle's neck, mouth wide. Carlisle gasped at the blunt sting of Edward's teeth sinking into his skin as he muffled his cry of ecstasy. He caught his breath. Hearing the sound of Edward's pleasure, feeling the way his body jerked with it, sent a jolt right through Carlisle's cock, adding to the ever increasing need to come.

By the time Carlisle had twisted the cap of the specimen cup firmly closed again and set the thing on the table, Edward had recovered enough. He sunk to his knees and enveloped Carlisle in his hot, wet mouth.

Carlisle let out a gasp. He leaned one hand against the wall, holding himself up, and wound his fingers into Edward's hair. It didn't take long. Carlisle pressed his lips tightly together to keep his cry of release safely in his mouth.

When Edward stood, Carlisle pulled him into his arms. He just wrapped him up in his embrace and swayed them both for a time.

Yes, he saw them. They were beautiful—something special. And yes, they were making this baby together. A child made of their union of souls, conceived, however untraditionally, in love. This was right and good. They were right, and oh so good. Being part of something so perfect, Carlisle felt like a piece of the whole—likewise right and good.

They emerged from the little room a few minutes later holding hands and staring into each other's eyes as though they were strolling down a moonlit lane instead of a clinic hallway. Maybe it should have broken the mood to have to hand over the evidence of their lovemaking to the waiting technician. Maybe it should have been awkward. With the flush to their skin and the bounce to their step, it had to have been obvious to anyone there—all of them going about their regularly scheduled work day—what Carlisle and Edward had been up to in that room.

But Carlisle was still awash in the afterglow. He felt warm and happy—blissfully so. He only had eyes for Edward, and his husband stared back at him with a secretive smile and eyes that sparkled with contentment.

For the first time in a long time, for those few minutes at least, there was not a damn thing wrong in the whole universe.

A/N: So much love and thanks to my girls, Mina, Songster, JessyPT, MoH, Barburella, and Packy.

How we doing, kids? Happy chappy, yes?