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CHAPTER 18
Two weeks after Dr. Saunders put me on the anti-nausea medicine, my morning sickness was back to being morning sickness. I found myself to be relieved to have at least one thing that wasn't doubled. Carrying twins left me exhausted all the time—literally. On my days off, naptime fell about two hours after I got out of bed, and on days I actually had to work, I frequently found myself dozing off between patients—standing up even. By the time I got home from work I was so dead on my feet, all I had to do was sit on the couch before I would, literally, pass the fuck out. I couldn't tell you how many times Edward had to cook dinner for Masen because I fell asleep on the couch.
Then there were my overly sore, very sensitive breasts. Fuck, my overly sensitive everything. All Edward had to do was look at me and I would be panting like a dog. I seriously couldn't get enough of him. In the two weeks since we'd found out we were having twins, we'd had sex at least once a day, though it was usually twice a day, and more often than not, it was more. I would have definitely gone for more, but Edward said if we continued at that pace, he'd be shooting blanks by the time we were ready for another baby.
Say what? He wants me to go through this, again?
"Momma?"
I felt Masen's breath wash over my face, causing me to open my eyes and find my little boy smiling down at me. "Yeah, baby?" I smiled.
"When daddy gonna be here?"
"Mmm." I stretched sleepily and then sat up, glancing at the clock – 6:37.
Edward should have already been home. He hadn't mentioned having to go anywhere after work, and I knew it wasn't his day to work at the hospital. He was never late and always told me if he had somewhere to go, or something to do. To say I was freaking out would have been a drastic understatement.
"I don't know buddy," I finally answered, getting off the couch. "Did the phone ring?"
Masen shook his head. "Uh uh."
I nodded and went to grab the cordless from the kitchen counter. There weren't any missed calls. I decided to check my cell before calling him, in case he left a message, but there was only a missed call from my mom.
I'll call her tomorrow, I thought, pressing the number two on my cell phone. I waited as it rang and eventually went to voicemail, which only added to my panic.
"Hey, it's me. I was just, um, wondering where you were …. You're usually home by now, so we're just a little worried …. Call me, please? I love you …. Bye."
I hung up the phone and went to the kitchen to fix dinner. I no sooner pulled the chicken out of the fridge when the phone rang. I sat the chicken on the counter to pick up the phone.
Edward.
"Well, hello," I greeted, pulling the plastic wrap from the chicken.
"Hey, baby." Edward sighed on the other end.
My hands stilled on the chicken—I'd only removed about half the plastic. "Uh oh, bad day at work?"
"Fuck," Edward groaned. I could envision him pulling his fingers through his hair. "Yes, one of my nurses was out sick, and of course, every kid in the Greater Seattle Area has a runny nose and a cough right now. So, of course, mommy runs them right to the doctor. Fuck, it's a cold people! Kids get colds!"
I could hear the frustration in his voice, and felt bad he'd had such a crummy day. I would definitely have to help him relieve some of that tonight. "Wow, um, okay?"
"Sorry, baby," Edward breathed on the other end. "It was just a really frustrating day, and to top it off, I told Masen we'd build a snowman tomorrow, so I had to stop at the house to get warmer clothes."
"Huh." I shrugged, picking up the chicken. "Masen never mentioned the snowman."
"You were sleeping on the couch when we talked about it last night …. He insisted we watch Frosty, and then he asked if we could make our own frosty, so I told him—"
"Hold on!" I dropped the phone and turned to the closest thing I could find—the sink—and emptied the entire contents of my stomach.
"Momma?" Masen asked, picking the phone up off the floor.
I looked down to a very scared little boy. "It's okay, baby." I smiled, reaching my hand out for the phone. "Mommy's just not feeling real well." Masen didn't say anything; he just handed me the phone and then stood there, staring at me. I stared back as I brought the phone back to my ear. "Are you still there?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the kitchen towel.
"Yeah."
Masen must have decided all was well, because he left the kitchen and ran into the living room, turning on some cartoon or another, while I turned around to turn on the hot water. I pulled out the Clorox Kitchen Disinfectant spray and started scrubbing the sink.
"Sorry about that—"
"Why are you apologizing?"
I stopped scrubbing. "I don't … it's just so embarrassing. I've been fine all day, but when I opened the chicken up …." I shuddered violently just thinking about it.
"The chicken?"
"Yeah, I was gonna make chicken for dinner, but when I opened the package, the smell was fucking awful … ugh, just the look of it …." Another violent shudder coursed through me.
"Are you sure it wasn't just bad? Maybe this isn't babies related."
"I just bought it today."
"Oh, then I guess it is babies related." Edward chuckled. "I'm just about there, baby. So I'll see ya in a few, okay?"
"Yup."
I hung up the phone and buried my nose into the bend of my elbow while I pushed the chicken to the side. Edward could take care of it. I went back to cleaning out the sink, and then pulled the broccoli from the freezer. I was just turning on the steamer when Edward walked up behind me.
"It's been a long day, baby," he breathed, wrapping his arms around me. "Let's just order a pizza or something, and relax on the couch?"
I relaxed into him, my head falling back on his shoulder. "Sounds good to me."
I turned my head in search of a kiss, and he did not disappoint. He captured my lips with his, nipping and sucking on my bottom. I whimpered, turning in his arms, deepening the kiss while Edward pushed me into the counter top. His hands slid under the back of my shirt, lightly caressing my skin with his fingertips. I moaned, pushing myself closer.
"We better stop," he panted, breaking the kiss. "Masen's gonna come barreling in here any minute."
"Ugh," I groaned, burying my face in the junction between his neck and shoulder. "You're right."
I didn't really want to stop, but I knew we had to. Masen had impeccable timing and had to be the quietest little boy ever when he wanted to be, and apparently, he found catching his mom and dad kissing hot and heavy to be amusing.
Edward stepped back as I turned to put the vegetables away. "Hey, honey?" I asked, glancing at the nasty chicken. "Could you package that chicken back up and put it in the freezer for me?"
Edward chuckled, nodding his head slightly. "Of course."
"Thanks." I smiled. "So pizza?"
Edward looked over to me as he pulled out a gallon sized freezer bag. "You're welcome, and whatever sounds good to you. It doesn't really matter to me."
"How 'bout Chinese? Some vegetables sound good," I asked, smiling sheepishly.
"Chinese is fine," Edward assured, before placing a kiss on my lips. "I'll order it. Do you want chicken in the veggies?"
"Um, it sounds good, but—"
"I'll pick the chicken out if you can't eat it."
I smiled. "You're too good to me." I kissed him quick on the lips while he shook his head at me.
"Not possible," he protested, stepping away from me. "Should I order something for Masen? Or do you wanna just fix him something here?"
"I don't know." I sighed, blowing my hair from my face. "What are you getting?"
"I don't know …. Beef and broccoli or General Tsu's."
"The General Tsu's sounds yummy, but he may eat the beef and broccoli."
Edward shrugged with indifference. "Then we'll get both."
I smiled hopefully. "And the vegetables?"
Edward laughed. "And the veggies."
"Thank you," I murmured, pressing my lips against his.
"As always, you're welcome," he retorted, stepping away to order our dinner while I went to the bathroom. He was sitting on the couch when I returned, and I went to snuggle into his side.
"About forty minutes," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around me. He was watching some show on The History Channel. Don't ask me what it was; I had a tendency to block anything on that channel out. I was not, in any way, a history buff.
I looked up to his face. "Did you check on Masen?" I asked, attempting to pull his attention to me. I knew full well he checked on Masen, hell, I'd checked on Masen.
"Yeah, he's playin' his Leapster," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving the T.V.
I stared at him for a second, a little baffled that he was actually ignoring me. Figuring I wouldn't get much more of a response, I rested my head on his chest. "Kay," I whispered, my eyes closing on their own accord.
"Daddy?"
Both of our eyes jumped to Masen's where he stood in the doorway, staring at us.
"Yeah, buddy?" Edward asked, turning his full attention to our son.
"When we build fwosty?" he whispered, glancing between his father and myself.
"Tomorrow, Masen."
Masen nodded, staring at us. "Can I watch T.V. out here?" I looked to Edward then back to Masen, he was staring intently at his father, giving him the most pitiful look ever. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing at his attempt, but I refrained, because I really didn't want to watch The History Channel either.
Edward sighed. "Fine."
Masen squealed a "yeah" and ran to his reclining chair.
Edward turned on Diego, and that's what we all watched until dinner arrived—though I believe I may have dozed off, again.
Of course getting Masen to eat anything was a treat, as always. Edward and I both tried the McKenzie tactic, but it didn't work. Apparently, McKenzie was the only one that Masen trusted in regards to food being good or not. In the end, the three bite rule worked in our favor. He ended up liking the sauce from my Chinese chicken and vegetables, as well as the chicken and broccoli.
"See, Masen—" Edward sighed "—you don't know if you don't like something, unless you try it."
"I don't like carrots."
Edward and I both chuckled, because he was honestly too funny, and so matter-of-fact.
"You don't have to eat any carrots, buddy," Edward responded.
"Okay," Masen replied with a shrug, taking another bite of his food.
"So how was work?" Edward asked, turning his attention to me.
"Exhausting," I sighed, shoveling rice into my mouth.
Edward frowned. "Why don't you take some time off, baby … or maybe just cut back on your hours? I'm sure Dr. Saunders would give you an excuse."
I shook my head, putting my fork down. "I can't afford not to work, Edward. I mean, I have a mortgage, a car payment …. I have bills to pay. I can't even afford to cut back on my hours right now. Trust me, I wish I could."
"I'll pay—"
"Oh, no you won't," I interrupted. "You are not paying my bills, Edward. It's not your responsibility."
"It is just as much my responsibility to take care of Masen and the babies as it is yours. You should be resting, I mean, every article you've read—and I know you've read them because you've marked them …." I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just happened on them, but whatever, the point is, you know this is only going to get worse. And don't they say to rest when you're tired if it's possible. Meaning you need rest. I can take care of you Bella, all of you. You're my family, please let me support my family …. Not to mention, for three and a half years I contributed nothing. You did everything, both financially and physically …. Hell, I haven't given you anything since I've been in the picture. Please let me do this, Bella."
I looked to Masen, his brow was knitted, as he glanced between Edward and me. I turned my attention back to Edward but before I could say anything, he spoke.
"We'll talk about this later."
I nodded and went back to my dinner. I discovered I couldn't eat the chicken in the vegetables but I could eat the chicken in the General Tsu's, I'm not exactly sure why, but I went with it. The whole meal was actually to die for. Edward didn't get much of his dinner, but he was a trooper. Luckily, we ordered plenty, so he wouldn't be starving.
I sat in bed with three pillows propping me up, reading a book about twin pregnancies when Edward came in. He took the book out of my hands and crawled on top of me, removing one pillow so I was resting more on my back.
He sucked on the spot just below my ear, the one that was sure to affect me every time. "We never finished our conversation from dinner," he whispered, moving his hand under my shirt, gently caressing my belly and side as he kissed and sucked at my ear, neck, and jaw.
I moaned. "There's nothing to talk about."
Edward brought his lips to mine and kissed me chastely. "Nothing to talk about, huh?" he whispered against them, but before I had a chance to respond, he crashed his lips against mine and started kissing me senseless. He nipped and sucked at my lips, his tongue gently caressing mine, and it was driving me crazy.
I wrapped my arms around his middle and started working his shirt up as my legs wrapped around him in hopes of pulling him closer to me. I couldn't get him close enough, and I was honestly desperate to feel him inside me.
I whimpered when I felt his proud erection press into my hot, and now very wet center, and Edward groaned, breaking the kiss, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled off his shirt. I stared at his bare chest and licked my lips. Edward chuckled.
He shook his head, reaching forward to push my shirt up, exposing my belly. I, in turn, smirked and lifted my arms to allow him to pull it off completely.
He groaned as he stared at the girls, before bringing his eyes to me. "Jesus, baby, I think they get bigger every day. I mean, shit, I just saw them yesterday …. Fuck, I saw them this morning, and they weren't nearly as big." He brought his hands up to grope them, and I winced from the discomfort.
"Yeah, well, they hurt like a bitch, so be gentle."
"Sorry, baby." He smiled apologetically, bringing his hands to the buckle of his pants. I watched what he was doing carefully, my eyes following each and every action.
"You can touch them," I mumbled. "Just don't squeeze them."
He removed his pants and my eyes zeroed in on his cock straining against his boxers. My very intrigued eyes watched as he brought his hands up and slowly pushed down his boxers, causing his beautiful cock to spring free.
I couldn't take my eyes off my new, yet old, friend, and I may have licked my lips before tucking my bottom one securely between my teeth.
Edward laughed, shaking his head as he pulled the sheet down my legs. "How'd I know I was gonna find you in nothing but a t-shirt?"
"I was horny." I shrugged, as if that was the most logical answer.
His eyebrows shot up and I could tell he wanted to laugh but he recovered wonderfully. "Were ya now?"
I nodded, lifting my legs, bending them at the knee, before I let them fall open—exposing myself completely to him. "Uh huh."
Edward wasted no time, climbing between my legs and bringing his lips to mine. He gently laid me down on the bed as I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me while we laid there kissing, just reacquainting ourselves with each other's lips. His cock nudged the entrance of its fun house. I tried shifting my hips, but Edward had me locked firmly under him. I groaned in frustration which only made him kiss me harder.
"Edward," I groaned, breaking the kiss because I was desperately needed some air.
He trailed his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking, and then hummed, "Yeah, baby?" He started moving his cock between my wet folds, making delicious friction, but it wasn't quite what I wanted, or needed for that matter.
"Fuck me, already!" I hissed, lifting my hips. "I said I was horny. Now stop teasing me."
Edward buried his face between my neck and shoulder, trying desperately to hide his laughter, but it didn't work, of course. I felt the rumble of his chest and it only infuriated me.
I shoved him off me. "What is with you, lately?" I sneered, jumping out of bed, well, I tried to anyway, Edward was quick to grab me.
Edward shook his head, his hand holding firmly onto my wrist. "You are not walking away from me this time …. You used to be able to take a little teasing, I'm sorry." That just infuriated me more, so I yanked my arm out of his grasp, and got out of bed.
"Yeah, well, that was before I was pregnant. With fucking twins! Now, every time you touch me, I have this overwhelming urge to fuck you! And you want to tease me? What the fuck?!"
Edward wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me into his lap. "I'm sorry, baby," he soothed. "I won't tease ya anymore …. Well, at least until after the babies come …. Then you're all mine, Swan."
I couldn't help the giggle. "Don't forget postpartum," I teased, but Edward just scowled at me, so I pressed my lips against his. "You know I love you, right? I'll be me again someday, quite a bit more tired, but me."
He smiled, bringing his lips to mine. "I love ya either way, so it really doesn't matter. I just have to remember you're a bit more fragile this way." I should have taken that as an insult, but his smile was really cute, so I let it slide.
Edward brought his lips back to mine as he pulled me down to the bed, both of us on our sides. He was gently nipping and sucking at my lips, carefully caressing my breast with his hand as I hitched my leg up over his thigh and locked his leg with mine, bringing his thigh to rest right against my crotch—exactly where I needed the attention.
I whimpered and moaned into his mouth, while his tongue caressed mine, his thigh giving me some much-needed friction. As if he knew that fact—which he probably did—he gripped my waist and stilled my movements. He pulled his lips back as his hand stilled on my breast.
"Edward," I groaned, clearly frustrated when he pulled his lips and hand away from me. "I am about two seconds away from going to the bathroom and finishing it myself. What the hell is your problem?"
He sighed and tossed his head back—I swear he acted as though he were a girl sometimes—but he still didn't answer me, so I tried climbing out of bed, but Edward had a firm grip on me and wasn't letting me go.
"Let me go, Edward."
"No, you're not going anywhere."
He still wouldn't look at me so that only enraged me more. "Why? You obviously don't want to fuck me, so at least let me take care of myself."
"Trust me," Edward groaned, rolling me onto my back. "I want to. I just—"
And then it all clicked. "You were going to use sex to get me to cave on letting you support us, weren't you?"
Edward didn't say anything at first; he just brought his lips to my neck and started placing open-mouthed kisses all over, occasionally sucking. "Mmm, I don't know what you're talking about, baby."
"Mmhmm, sure you don't." I was beyond over it and I'm sure the whimpers and moans escaping me told him that. "I swear to God, Edward, if you stop again, your ass is sleeping on the couch."
Edward rolled on top of me—keeping most of his weight off me—as he tangled his hands in my hair and brought his mouth back to mine for a heated kiss.
I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him and arching my back, which brought his cock right to my entrance. This excited me to no end, making me tighten my legs and instinctually lift my hips—pulling the head of his cock into me.
Edward moaned, thrusting the rest of the way in. "Jesus, baby, you're so wet."
I moaned, arching my back as he pulled out and then trusted back in. "I-I told you … ohhh … I told you I was … shit, Edward ..." He pushed my legs up a bit farther and started thrusting harder and faster as his mouth worked over my neck.
"You like that, baby?" Edward panted against my ear, as he pounded into my soaked pussy.
I reached my hands up and wrapped them around the wood slits in the headboard. "Yes … shit, Edward … don't stop … please … oh, God, don't—"
Edward's ringing cell phone interrupted me.
"No …" I whined, but Edward didn't stop, instead, he increased his thrusts. "Ohhh … Edward, the phone—"
"Let it ring, baby," Edward interrupted. I whimpered, relishing in the way he felt inside me, as he brought a finger down to my clit and started rubbing fiercely.
The phone stopped ringing, and once again, the only thing that could be heard in the quiet night were my whimpers and moans. He was slamming into me, his movements quickly becoming erratic, as he sucked on my neck—marking me.
"Edward," I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his thrust. "Fuck, baby, right … oh, yeah, there …. Ohhh … God …"
"That's it, baby," Edward moaned. "Let it go." He went back to kissing and sucking at my neck and then pinched my clit.
I exploded, pulling him over the edge with me, and he collapsed to my side, pulling me into his arms, where we laid until our breathing returned to normal.
Well, until his phone started ringing, again.
"You better get that," I whispered, kissing his chest. "Before it wakes Masen."
Edward sighed, but rolled over to climb out of bed. I watched as his naked ass walked around the bed and bent over to pick up his jeans. He had an amazing ass, and watching it flex right before me had me ready to go another round. I was fucking horny …. All. The. Time.
I watched, drooling over the fine guy that was for my enjoyment and my enjoyment only, as he pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at it.
"It's the hospital," he informed, pressing the talk button. "Dr. Cullen …." There was a long pause, and then he continued. "Thanks for calling. I'm on my way."
He hung up and turned to look at me, but he didn't say anything, he just stood there, staring at me.
"Edward? What is it?"
**Author's Note**
Sorry about the cliffy, but it seemed like a good place to stop. As always, I want to know what you think, so review, please :)
