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CHAPTER 34
BPOV ~
Groaning, I pulled the blankets back, and got out of bed. My bladder felt like it was about to burst; apparently the girls thought it would be fun to use it as a punching bag. Though that wasn't what woke me out of a deep slumber at two in the morning, it was the faint sound of Liam's wailing that finally forced me out of my nice warm, empty bed.
Once I was finished in the bathroom, I padded barefoot across the plush carpet and opened my bedroom door. Liam's hysterical cries assaulted my ears immediately—it was definitely louder in the hallway than it was in my bedroom.
How is Masen sleeping though this? I thought, walking down the hall, and into the living room. Edward wasn't there, so I headed for the kitchen. He was standing in front of the stove, holding Liam.
"—almost done, Liam," Edward cooed, bouncing the wailing baby in his arms.
I smiled, walking up behind him. "I'll take him, babe."
He whipped around to look at me, his eyes big and weary. "Holy, shit, baby," he stammered, shaking his head, as he shifted Liam into my arms. "You scared the shit out of me."
I laughed, pulling Liam into my arms. "Sorry," I apologized.
He shook his head. "Did he wake you?" he asked, shifting his attention to the still wailing baby.
"He did," I answered honestly. "But it's okay." I turned my attention to Liam, tickling him beneath his chubby little chin, as I cooed, "Are you hungry, little guy?"
Edward wrapped his arm around me, and pulled us into his side. "I love you so much, Bella."
I looked up at him, smiling softly. "I know you do," I replied, then looked down at Liam. "I love you, too." He kissed me on the forehead, and then pulled Liam's bottle from the warmer.
"Look at that," I murmured, pointing at his bottle. "Daddy's got your bottle all ready, baby boy."
Edward tested the bottle, making sure it wasn't too hot, and then reached for Liam. I turned, refusing to hand him over. Edward stared at me, a small smile covering his face as he handed me the bottle.
Cradling Liam in my left arm, I brought the bottle up and he instantly latched on, sucking greedily as I followed Edward into the living room. We settled onto the couch, and I couldn't help but smile at him. He really was a cute little boy, who thankfully looked nothing like his mother, but exactly like his father.
"So…?" I started, my eyes still focused on Liam. "What are you going to do?"
Edward sighed. "I'm gonna call Jenks first thing in the morning." I nodded, my eyes never leaving Liam. "Bella," he whispered, turning my face to look at him. "Please tell me what you're thinking."
I looked back down to Liam, and then back to Edward. "You can't let her take him back, Edward."
"I have no intentions of it," he replied with certainty. "She basically left him on our doorstep, granted, yes, he was already here, but the—shewalked away, she's not coming back as far as I'm concerned."
I nodded, looking to Liam, again. "Good."
I didn't understand how she—how any mother for that matter—could just walk away from their six-week-old baby. I mean, the bitch got pregnant on purpose. She had to of considered at some point during her pregnancy, or even during the planning stage that the plan wasn't going to work. That Edward was never going to be with her, and she'd ultimately end up raising this child on her own. She consciously made the decision to get pregnant, and then she consciously made the decision to walk away.
But why?
It didn't make any damn sense to me.
It was almost six in the morning when Liam woke up again, and Edward, being the oh-so-perfect father that he was, got right up and pulled him from the playpen. I reached my arms out, silently asking for him, and Edward looked at me curiously.
"I'll take him," I explained. "You go get his bottle."
He nodded, smiling softly as he placed him in my arms. "I'll be right back." He placed a kiss on my lips, Liam's forehead, and then left the room, leaving Liam and I alone.
I stared down at him, lightly caressing my fingers over his chubby little cheeks, while he settled down and stared back at me. "Don't you worry, little guy," I cooed, tears filling my eyes. "You won't even know what you're missing, I promise." He chased my finger, as I lightly ran it over his pouty bottom lip.
"You're going to be such a happy and loved little boy—and not just by your daddy and all his family, but by me, and Masen … and in a few short months, you'll have two little sisters who will look up to you—who will adore you."
I wiped my tears away, and then pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. Edward walked in few seconds later, a sad, yet happy smile on his face, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked over to his side of the bed, and crawled in, handing me the bottle.
I knew he heard me, and I really didn't care that he did, but I appreciated him not saying anything. I leaned over, placed a kiss on his lips, and then brought the bottle to Liam's mouth. He ended up falling asleep in my arms, while Edward held us both in his. I'm not sure how long we sat there; silence surrounding us, while Liam slept peacefully, but eventually Edward placed him back in his playpen.
"We really need to get something better for him to sleep in," I mused. "That thing isn't meant for long term use—he needs a crib." Edward nodded, sliding in next to me.
"Yeah, I thought we'd go shopping today," he agreed. "He's gonna need all kinds of stuff."
I nodded my agreement, snuggling into Edward's chest, while he ran his hand over my bare upper back, the other dropping down to caress the exposed thigh resting between his legs. An instant fire ignited in me from his touch alone, and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped as I moved more on top of him.
"Bella," Edward warned, threading his hands in my hair, when I started nipping at his bare chest. "Liam." He didn't go on, as if that were some sort of explanation. I lifted my head, cocking it at him in confusion.
"What about Liam?" I questioned.
He looked at me as if I'd suddenly flew the coup or something. "He's right there."
"So…?" I didn't understand the problem.
"Bella—"
"He's sleeping, Edward," I quickly interrupted. "And even so, he's six weeks old. He has absolutely no clue what it is we're doing." He didn't look convinced.
"Oh, my god," I blurted, sitting up. "You can't be serious, Edward. We won't be the first parents to have sex with their child sleeping in the room, and we most definitely won't be the last." I moved to straddle him, cupping his face in my hands, as I brought my lips to his.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around me, lightly caressing my back, as I moaned in his mouth and deepened the kiss, grinding my heated center into him.
"Oh, please, Edward," I whimpered, breaking the kiss. "It's been to long—I need you."
"Jesus, baby," Edward moaned, pulling my nighty over my head. "Like I could ever tell you no."
I squealed, moving off him long enough to discard my panties, and him to lower his boxers. It took me all of three seconds to climb back on top of him, his cock nudging my entrance, as my lips attached onto his. I moaned in his mouth, lowering myself on his cock for the first time in almost seven weeks. It felt amazing having him inside of me again. I felt complete … secure again.
"Oh, Edward," I moaned, breaking the kiss as I moved myself on his glorious manhood.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, lightly sucking on my neck. "You feel so good … you're so wet!"
I whimpered, arching my back; thrust my chest into his face, silently asking him to give the girls some attention, and he gladly fulfilled my request. I moaned loudly, but quickly bit my lip when Edward pulled a nipple into his mouth, his hands on my hips, guiding my movements
"Oh, god," I cried, grinding harder on his cock. "Edward, I'm—I'm gonna come."
"Let it go, baby," he grunted, moving to the other nipple. I moaned, and started moving faster on his throbbing member. I was so close, and as if he knew it, Edward bit my nipple and pushed me over the edge. He came a few thrusts later, and I collapsed against his chest.
"God, I've missed that," I panted against his neck, before placing a kiss on his pulse point.
"Baby," Edward called from the doorway to Masen's room. "I'm gonna call Emmett, see if he'll let me use his truck today."
"Okay," I replied, looking up to meet his eyes. "We're just about ready to go. You've got Liam dressed?"
"Yup, he's already to go." I nodded, and he turned to walk out.
"Momma?" Masen asked, looking down at his shirt. "What this says?" He was referring to the words written on his shirt.
"It says, 'I dig my dad'," I answered helping him button his jeans—he looked so cute in his little Oshkosh carpenter pants and Carter's blue plaid tee shirt.
"Ready to go?" I asked, standing up from his bed. Masen nodded, and took my hand, leading me out of his bedroom.
"Emmett said we could use it," Edward declared when we walked into the living room. "I thought we'd go get it, come back and pick up all that crap, drop it off at the house, get some lunch, and then go shopping."
"You know you don't have to hurry on my account," I replied helping Masen with his shoes. "You should probably go through it all—wash it. I mean, it was out in the rain."
He studied me for a second before nodding. "You're right. We'll go through it tonight?"
I smiled, slipping on my shoes. "Of course. Masen, you need a coat!" I exclaimed as he took off for the front door. He stopped, and turned around, looking at me sheepishly.
Edward chuckled and picked up Liam's car seat. I helped Masen with his coat, slipped mine on, and then grabbed Liam's diaper bag.
"You've got the bottles?" I asked, walking towards the door.
"Yes, Bella," he retorted. "I've got the bottles."
"Edward?" I whispered nervously, turning to look at him.
"Yeah, baby?" he asked, glancing at me, and then back to the road.
"Are you …." I let it trail off there because I was nervous—afraid of his answer. "Are you going to move back into your place?" His eyes did the same rotation: to me, then to the road, back to me, and then back to the road again.
"You're place would be easier," he replied cautiously. "No stairs. Cast and infant, not sure—"
I shook my head frantically, as I interrupted, "That's fine, Edward. I don't—really, it's fine, Edward. I was just checking." He stared at me for a second, looking like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't, he just averted his eyes back to the road, and we arrived at Pottery Barn for kids a few minutes later.
**Author's Note**
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