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CHAPTER 17

"Jesus," I groaned laying my head on the toilet.

I don't know if it was correlated or what, but since the morning after we found out I was carrying twins, the morning sickness I was occasionally having, turned into full on all-fucking-day sickness. I felt nauseous and queasy one hundred percent of the time, and you could add the vomiting to that about eighty-five percent of the time. It sucked feeling sick to your stomach nearly all day long, and while at work to boot. Saltine crackers and I had already formed a budding relationship, but now I think we were becoming serious besties. I was miserable, no question about it.

But really, how in the hell can I go from occasional sickness to all-fucking-day sickness within a matter of fucking days? Seriously, was that shit normal? Was it my body's way of telling me it hated me or was it purely psychosomatic—my brain thinking I should be sicker because of the twins, therefore I am?

"Baby," Edward sighed, apologetically walking into the bathroom. "Why don't you call in today? I mean, you've been sitting there since you woke up thirty-five minutes ago."

He was right. I had been sitting next to the toilet since I flew out of bed in a mad dash to get there. Every time I moved even the slightest, a fresh wave of nausea hit me and had me running for the bathroom all over again. It was a vicious cycle—one I was quickly starting to get tired of.

I hated to call in, but I also knew there was no way I was going to be able to work. "Can you bring me the phone?" I rasped, lifting my head off the toilet seat just enough to see his face.

"Mhmm," Edward hummed, leaving the room, returning with the cordless a few seconds later.

I sat up carefully and scooted so my back was against the wall. "Thanks," I groaned, taking it from him. I quickly scrolled through my contacts, hitting the green button on my phone when I found the call-in-line for my department. I left a message for my supervisor, telling her I was sick and wasn't going to be in. Once I hung up, I laid the phone on the floor next to me and rested my head on my arms, over my knees.

"Bells," Edward cooed, lifting me off the floor. "Let's get you to bed."

"I shouldn't be moving away from the toilet …" I argued but didn't struggle.

"I've got ya covered, baby." He laid me on the bed then crawled in behind me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me against him tightly. "I'll drop Masen at daycare on my way to the office …. What time does he have to be picked up by?"

"I can pick him up, Edward—" I started to argue but he quickly interrupted, tightening his hold on me slightly.

"No. I just need to know what time."

I smiled, relishing the feel of having him attempt to see to my every need, trying to help in any way he possibly could. I got a bit nostalgic actually, thinking about how things would have been had he been around for Masen's pregnancy.

"She'll keep him until you get there," I finally said, adjusting my head so I could see his face. "Just let her know when you think you'll be there. She hates it when she's expecting a parent at one time and they don't show up until an hour later …. People take advantage of her, which is why she charges a dollar a minute for every minute you're late. I'm usually there by five, so if you're going to be later than five, tell her, she'll be cool with it."

"Wow, a dollar a minute?"

"Yeah, she gives ya fifteen minutes then she starts adding."

"That's understandable. I mean, if you're gonna be running late it is only common courtesy to inform whomever you are scheduled to meet." I yawned, and Edward went on, "Don't worry, I'll be there by five. You just rest and don't worry about a thing."

"Do you think I should call the doctor?" I asked. "I mean, do you think this normal?"

Edward kissed my cheek. "It's normal, baby. She said on Tuesday that things might be more intense this time around …. But if you want to call her, call her. I can call mom, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to drive you."

"I'm not an invalid, Edward. I can drive myself—"

"Really?" he interrupted. "You can drive yourself? Did you see yourself huddled into a ball in front of the toilet this morning? What happens if it hits like that again, Bella? Only you have no time to pull over?"

I knew he was right and there was no reason to argue with him. "I'll call her. Let me call the doctor first."

"Alright, but promise me you'll call her …. Or at least call someone."

"I promise."

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing the back of my head. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I put a garbage can right next to the bed …. Plus some extra bags, a few bottles of water, and crackers."

"Gee, thanks," I mumbled—talk about embarrassing. A garbage can for my vomit, and he even remembered some extra bags—could we get any more comfortable with each other, I mean, the water and crackers were sweet, but a garbage can?

"Hey, I told ya I had ya covered, didn't I?" he retorted, climbing off the bed. "I figured I'd probably come home and find you passed out on the bathroom floor …. You're miserable enough. I think you should at least be as comfortable as you can be. I really am sorry you feel so bad, baby. I wish I could take it all away, but …."

And queue the tears please.

"Edward," I cried, attempting to sit up, as Edward came to sit on the edge of the bed. "I feel like crap, yes, but I'll gladly suck it up for the little angels we've created …. I appreciate everything you do …. All this, it's great … you're great …."

Edward kissed me. "I love you …. Anything you need, just ask."

"It's not always that easy for me, you know that, but I'll definitely try." I smiled. "Now, go take a shower. I'll be fine."

Edward chuckled, placing a kiss on my lips, and went into the bathroom.


I woke up around nine and instantly found myself blanketed with sadness. I didn't even get to give my two favorite guys kisses before they left. I sat up and instantly wished I hadn't. I got my head over the garbage can just in time.

Once the current bout of nausea wore off, I reached for the phone Edward left laying on the nightstand, and dialed Dr. Saunders' office. They had an opening at eleven thirty, which I took.

Once I hung up, I immediately dialed Rosalie.

I decided to try Rose instead of Esme because I really wasn't in the mood for all the cheeriness. I just wanted to go to the doctor, find out if she could give me something so I could at least work, and then come home and cuddle on the couch to wait for Edward and Masen.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rose," I rasped into the phone.

"My goodness, Bells … are you alright?"

"No, I feel like I'm dying …. I have been sick non-stop since Wednesday morning."

"The flu?"

"No …. I don't think so. Morning sickness, turned all day sickness … times ten."

"Oh. I heard it was a lot worse with twins."

"Shit, that's an understatement …. I actually made a doctor's appointment at eleven thirty; Edward doesn't want me driving myself—"

"Eleven thirty?" she asked, cutting me off.

"Yeah."

"I can take you."

"Are you sure? I mean, if you're busy, I can call—"

"It's fine, Bells. Mack has a doctor's appointment this afternoon, but I don't have to pick her up for that until three. I've got plenty of time."

"Thanks, Rose."

"Not a problem. I'll pick you up about eleven?"

"Okay. Thank you."


"Thanks for doing this, Rose. I really appreciate it." I smiled as we drove down the road. I now understood why Edward wanted me to have someone else drive, the blurring traffic and scenery going past my window were enough to cause my stomach to roll and tumble with every little bump in the road.

"Not a problem." She smiled, glancing my way before returning her attention to the road. "I just can't believe how different you and Alice seem to be feeling. Alice hasn't had an ounce of morning sickness—"

"Yeah, don't remind me," I interrupted, feeling a little resentment towards my best friend. "Apparently I'm getting it for the both of us."

"That really sucks," she sympathized. "Hopefully it's not like this through the entire thing. That definitely wouldn't make this a very memorable experience."

"Not any worse than Masen's …. Shit, I didn't mean it like that. My pregnancy with Masen was actually really enjoyable, but it was also very lonely … though, Masen more than made up for that. Every time he moved in my belly …" I let it trail off, my mind thinking back to the times that made me happy and yet so sad. The milestones I had with Masen, but the things I'd missed with Edward … the things Edward missed.

"You don't owe me any explanations, Bella." Rose smiled as we pulled into a parking place.

"I know …. I just didn't want you to think I was miserable throughout my pregnancy with Masen."

We both exited the car and headed for the door of the health center.

"Not everyone enjoys being pregnant, Bella," Rose said, opening the door. "I didn't really enjoy my pregnancy with McKenzie. I was sick all the time, not as bad as you are, but bad enough for me …. I was moody like you wouldn't know, and I think I told Emmett to pack his shit and get out every other day during the last month or two …."

We got on the elevator, alone, and pushed the button for Dr. Saunders' office, the initial jump of the lift made my stomach, and its lack of contents, jump into my throat. I clamped my mouth shut, hoping to keep the heaves inside—the stairs would have been a better idea for sure.

"I couldn't eat because nothing sounded good," Rose continued. "And if it did sound good, it didn't generally agree with McKenzie once it was in … and oh, my god! I couldn't get enough of Emmett. At. All. From before I found out, to the day I fucking delivered, I wanted him twenty-four seven …. I actually picked fights just for the makeup sex …."

The elevator dinged and we exited. I almost intrigued the notion of kneeling down and kissing the solid ground once the floor stopped moving, because I'd actually made it without vomiting—major accomplishment, guaranteed.

"But this pregnancy has been so easy. I've actually enjoyed it this time around, and I'm all sorts of horny too …. Not as much though …." She laughed, opening the door to Dr. Saunders' office, and what she just said finally registered. Don't ask me where my mind was, because I honestly don't know, but I nearly missed her admission.

"Did you just say, 'This pregnancy'?" I asked, stopping right inside the door. Rosalie stopped dead in her tracks, turning to look at me, with eyes full of guilt.

"Um …"

"You're pregnant?"

Rose smiled, slowly nodding her head. "Yes, but please don't tell anyone I told you … especially, not Emmett."

I nodded, but asked, "Why? I mean, this is good news, Rose."

"Because …." She looked around the office, and then said, "Let's get you checked in and then I'll explain." I nodded and headed for the reception desk. After I signed in, Rosalie and I found some seats and she continued her explanation. "See, we found out in September, but we had a few miscarriages before McKenzie, so we decided to wait until we were out of the 'danger zone,' so to speak …. Well, then, Alice announced she was pregnant and we didn't want to steal her thunder, so we decided to wait just a little bit longer ….

"We were going to tell everyone after the New Year, but then you came back and we didn't think that was quite the time …. Then you announced you were pregnant, and then you and Alice announced the twins …. We just never got the chance to tell anyone. Obviously, we're gonna have to tell them, and we are, this weekend."

I stared at Rose, wide-eyed. "So, you're like, what …? Six months pregnant?"

Rose laughed. "Almost seven to be exact."

"Wow! How on earth have you been hiding it? You definitely don't look nearly seven months pregnant!"

Rose laughed, again. "Thanks, but lots of baggy shirts. Thank God it's winter."

I giggled, and then the nurse called my name, effectively ending our conversation.

The entire visit lasted about ten minute's total. The doctor gave me a script for some anti-nausea medication, she said may or may not help, but if I continued to vomit like I was, she'd have no choice but to put me on some sort of pump, that basically pumped a never-ending supply of anti-nausea fluids into my system. Then she started talking some crazy shit about possible having to do IV fluids because I was teetering on the edge of dehydration.

Just fucking wonderful, just what a sick woman, that didn't like needles anyway, wanted to hear—a lovely stick in the arm, and the annoying cold fluid rushing through her veins … I couldn't wait.


I was curled up on the couch with a pregnancy book when Edward and Masen walked in. I had taken some of the medicine Dr. Saunders' had prescribed, and so far, it seemed to help. I hadn't had any nausea in nearly five hours.

"How ya feelin', baby?" Edward cooed, kissing my forehead. I'd talked to him since my appointment, so he knew the outcome, but I hadn't taken the medicine when spoke with him.

"Better," I supplied, sitting up. "It seems to be helping …. Thank God."

Edward laughed, shaking his head. "Well good. I'm glad to hear it—"

"Momma, you all better now?" Masen inquired, climbing onto the couch with me.

I smiled, ruffling his hair. "Yes, Masen. Much better …. Were you good for Nancy today?"

Masen nodded. "Uh huh …. Can we has pizza for dinner?"

"Have pizza," I corrected Masen before turning my attention to Edward. He looked to me for an answer, and I shrugged. It didn't sound revolting, which was a good thing, I guess. "We can try it."

"Yahs!" Masen yelled, jumping off the couch. "I gets the phone."

Edward and I both laughed at his enthusiasm.


"So that worked out," Edward said, coming down the stairs after tucking Masen in for the night. "Still no nausea?"

"None. I feel good." I smiled, snuggling into the couch.

I was hoping he'd come snuggle with me, but he went to clean up the kitchen instead. I will admit I pouted, so I'm not sure if that was the reason he ended up cuddling with me when he was finished, or if that was his intention all along. Either way, I was not complaining about it. I loved cuddling with my man.

"I really am happy you're feeling better," he cooed, kissing the back of my neck. "I hated seeing you like that …. I actually Googled some homeopathic remedies for morning sickness between patients today, and found several possibly helpful hints." That's when I noticed the Whole Foods bag sitting on the coffee table.

"Did you now?" I laughed, sitting up and reaching for the bag. Edward's hand caught mine as he sat up too.

"Yeah," he continued. "One site said, in the morning when you first wake up, make sure to lay there for a few minutes, and not try to get up or move, allow your body to get used to its surroundings. Then pop a soft peppermint candy into your mouth and that will take some of the edge off. I also found another sight that suggested ginger teas and ginger cookies to munch and sip on throughout the day."

Edward started pulling items out of the bag, one by one,reading the directions, before placing them down beside him, I sat there and watched him process the information before I inquired what he was doing.

"The homeopathic chick at Good Foods suggested placing a few drops of this ginger root concentrate under your tongue before you sit up and gave me a few other options as far as foods and drinks with ginger to help with the nausea."

My eyes filled up with tears at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you."

"I just wanted you to feel better," Edward cooed, pulling me into his arms.

"Me too," I breathed, placing a kiss on his lips. He tried to pull away, but I wasn't letting him. Rosalie wasn't the only one having that urge. If I wasn't vomiting, I was ready to rip his clothes off, and right then.

I started urging him back on the couch, my hand going to his belt. I was in urgent need to feel him and the quicker I could get his damn pants off, the faster I could make that happen. I needed to feel him inside me.

"Edward," I groaned—okay, so I whined—pulling at his fucking impossible belt. Fine, I may have thrown a full on temper tantrum, one that may have resembled that of my three year old, but whatever, I was pregnant, with not just one, but two, of his babies and I was fucking horny.

Just take the fucking clothes off, already! I thought tugging at his belt, trying my damnedest to release the body part I so desperately wanted. He, of course, laughed at me, which only pissed me off more.

Fucker!

I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest. "What the hell is so funny? I'm trying to take your pants off because I want you, and you find that funny? Please! Clue me in."

He just laid there, staring at me. I could tell he was trying his damnedest not to laugh, but he wasn't being very successful; he confirmed that fact when he chose not to say anything.

"Whatever!" I yelled, getting off the couch. "I'm going to bed. I'll just do it my Goddamn self!"

I stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door harder then I probably should have.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS SO FUNNY?" I screamed when I got into the bathroom.

Are you trying to wake Masen, you idiot?

Apparently!

I had just gotten my shirt over my head when Edward walked into the bedroom—I could see him from where I was standing in the bathroom because I hadn't closed the door. He turned and walked toward me.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping one arm around me, his hand holding me to him, while his other hand gently cupped my chin. "I'm sorry I was laughing at you, okay? But when you screamed out, 'Just take the fucking clothes off already!' I couldn't really hold it in …. I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

I said that out aloud? Seriously, where the fuck was my filter?

"You didn't hurt my feelings." I sighed, melting into him. "You pissed me off. I was horny, and instead of helping me get your pants off, you just laughed at me …. That wasn't very nice ..." I pouted. "If your very pregnant girlfriend wants sex … you should just give her sex. I mean, it's only fair since it is half your fault I'm so fucking horny."

Yes, I am a pouter.

"I know baby," he cooed again, wrapping both his arms around me and pulling me in for a hug. I could feel his chest tighten as he tried not to laugh at my plea. I should have been mad, but the fingers slowly caressing my back were doing wonders to my raging hormones.

"How about I just take them off myself from now on," Edward whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

That was why I pouted. And whined. And bitched. And anything else I could do. I always got my way, and always had him eating out of the palm of my hand. Edward may have thought he was the one in charge in our relationship, but he was clearly wrong. I was the one wearing the pants.

The idea was intriguing; however, though only for a second. "Fine, but if you dilly-dally around, and just end up frustrating the shit out of me anyway, then you get to watch—not touch—while I get myself off. Deal?"

He stared at me in shock for a second, but then nodded, slowly.

"Deal?" I asked again, just needing the clarification.

"Deal."

"Good." I beamed. "Now take off your pants."

He didn't waste any time pulling his pants and boxers off, and I couldn't help but giggle at his eagerness.

Edward smirked, hooking his fingers in my cleavage. "Now you, baby."

I held eye contact, pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, and wrapped my hands around my back to unclasp my bra. I pulled it off in a way I hoped was seductive, deliberately dropping it as my lips formed an innocent 'O' shape, as I brought my other hand up to cover my lips, silently saying, "Oops."

Apparently, I did something right, because he jumped me. Literally, jumped me. He wrapped his arms around my still small figure, and pushed me into the counter top in the bathroom. His hands were everywhere all at once: my breast—which fucking killed me—my ass, my face, and then to the button of my already undone jeans.

Yes, I said 'already undone'. I needed new ones.

He pushed my pants and underwear down my legs, and helped me step out of them.

Edward quickly scooped me up and sat me on top of the counter, pulling me right to the edge. I gripped the shit out of the stone, and he wasted no time burying himself inside of me.

"Fuck!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he moved harder and faster inside of me, stroking places that had longed to be touched all day.

"Jesus, baby …" he grunted into my neck. "Lie back for me …."

I didn't hesitate, I laid back, but not before he stuck a towel behind me. He quickly wrapped his arms around my legs, and started slamming into me. I was a whimpering mess as he fucked me senseless in his bathroom. My head was thrashing back and forth, and I held on for dear life, watching as my tits bounced up and down with every thrust.

"Jesus, Edward … that … feels … ohh … so … gooodddd …." My breathing was labored, which caused my voice to crack a bit at the end. I was virtually out of breath as he fucked me into oblivion.

"God, baby, I wanna watch you come," Edward grunted. "Touch yourself … for me, baby, please?"

That wouldn't be the first time I'd touched myself for his pleasure, and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last. I loved him more than I ever thought possible, and watching him get off by watching me was one hell of a turn on. I slowly brought one hand up and started gently fondling my breast, while my other hand traveled to my clit. It only took seconds for my whimpers to fill the bathroom and suddenly it was all too much.

He brought his mouth into the mix, and immediately, I was all done. The combination of him sucking furiously at my nipple while his cock moved perfectly in and out of me, mixed with my hand gently groping and kneading my other mound, as my finger rubbed erratically against my clit … it was all too much.

"Oh, FUCK! Edward, shiiiiiiitttttttttt …!"

Edward wrapped his arms around my shoulders and shoved me down on him, biting just below my ear, as he spilled his seed deep inside me.

I collapsed on the counter, panting as Edward lay on top of me. After a few moments, he finally started to stir. Once fully alert, he leaned up and kissed the bite mark then moved to kiss my lips.

"I love you, Isabella Marie Swan," he whispered against them. "More than I will ever love anyone else … in this respect, that is …. Because Masen and these two are a real close second …. This is it for me …. You're it for me."

I stared at him, studying his eyes for something—anything—but what I found was absolutely nothing that contradicted what he said, all I saw reflected back at me was the love and devotion I felt for Edward …. Edward loved me; that I knew, so if he said I was it for him, then I was it for him.

"I love you too, Edward. I'm guessing about as much as you love me." I kissed his lips. With a smile, I went on, "You've always been it for me, Edward. You are the only person I have ever loved … in this respect." I laughed. "I love Masen and these two as much as I love you, only in the way a mother is suppose to love her children … I'm guessing that's what you were trying to say?"

"Exactly." Edward smirked, nipping at my lips.

"Can I get up now?" I asked, placing a quick kiss on his lips as I smiled. "This is starting to get a bit uncomfortable."

He jumped back and pulled me off the counter. "Jesus, baby, why didn't you say something?"

"It was fine, Edward," I hummed, lying my head on his shoulder as he carried me to bed. I looked up to look at him, and a thought occurred to me. "I guess I shouldn't get too used to this, huh? Doubt you'll be able to do it much longer."

Yes, I actually liked it when Edward carried me.

Edward kissed my nose and set me in the bed. "You won't be pregnant forever, my love, and don't you stress that prefect little body of yours too much, because I will carry you for as long as I can … and I'll make sure I carry you through the door the day you come home." He leaned forward, kissing me again before getting up. "I'm just gonna lock up and check on Masen …. I'll be right back."

I nodded and watched as he slipped on his boxers and walked out of the bedroom.

My eyes were fighting mercilessly with me over the need to rest. I didn't think they needed to; they however, disagreed, so I decided to let them rest—but just until Edward returned.

**Author's Note**

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