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Chapter 20
Edward
We reach our apartment Sunday night tired but oh so fucking happy. I carry my wife across the threshold. Call me old fashioned, but she deserves all the traditions. I sit her down on the couch, kissing her pouty lips for a minute before I run back down to the car. After I make two trips to the car and set everything at the elevator, I load up and ride to our floor.
Bringing all of our stuff in, I notice that Tiny isn't where I left her. I go in search of my wife and hear quiet sobs coming from our bedroom. I walk in scared as fuck. She's holding her phone to her ear and crying. She looks like a little girl who just lost her best friend.
"You know what, Mom? If you and Dad can't be happy for me, please do not fucking contact me. I love Edward and our bastard child as you so eloquently have named him!" she shouts but before she can say another word I take the phone out of her hand.
"You and your fucking husband need to listen up. If I find out you're harassing my goddamn family again, I will not hesitate to make your lives a living hell. Do. Not contact my wife again. And for your information, a bastard is a fatherless child. This child has a father." I hang up the phone.
Bella starts crying uncontrollably, and I immediately rush over to wrap my arms around her.
"I'm sorry, but you're getting a new phone number. I don't want you talking to those motherfuckers," I shout.
"Why are you screaming at me!" she yells back.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. Just the fact that she called our love bug a bastard has got me so damn mad. I'm sorry I yelled." I peck her lips softly.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have answered. I was so happy. I thought maybe she was happy for us. She spoke to Mrs. Weber and found out about the baby, and she just flipped." Bella wipes at her tears.
Laying us back on the bed, I start kissing her. My tongue slides into her mouth and she wraps her arms around me so that I'm on top. I kiss down to her neck, my hand fondle one of her breasts.
"God, Sarge. I'm sorry I let them ruin our bubble." She tilts her head back giving me more access to her perfect neck.
"They didn't ruin shit," I tell her as I take her lips again. "I'm still going to make love to my wife. I'm still going to be home to take care of my son, and there ain't shit anyone can do to change that."
"Oh, Sarge. I love you so fucking much."
My dick becomes incredibly hard hearing Bella curse so naturally.
I'm really becoming a bad influence on her.
I spend the rest of the night showing my wife that only two people are in this marriage and only three in our little family.
The first week seems to fly by so fast that I start to have panic attacks. I never thought twice about being a Marine and doing my job, until now. Every night ends with Bella wrapped in my arms and me laying awake with a hole the size of Texas in my chest. It's fucking painful because, let's face it Texas is fucking huge.
That Friday after the wedding, we find ourselves waiting on Bella's OBGYN to tell us how far along we are and when can we expect our little love bug. Bella's weight and blood pressure are taken. She pees in a cup in the bathroom while I wait. I would've followed her, but she started giving me a little attitude. I've been seeing more and more of it, and if I had any doubt the baby was mine, which I fucking don't, the attitude she's giving me and everyone else proves that little Edward Cullen is taking over.
She walks back into the room and puts the little cup filled with her urine on the counter and then gives me the side eye while she tries to climb on the exam table without my help. I help her up and then take hold of her chin to kiss the attitude away.
She's putty in my hands in a manner of seconds. I pull away from her giving her a grin, "Stop giving me attitude over everything."
"Stop acting like a caveman. You're bossing me around like women haven't been having babies for centuries." She rolls her eyes at me.
"They haven't been having my baby. Be good, and I may fuck you real hard later." I kiss her lips.
She struggles with trying to stay mad at me, but her resolve is weakening. The door opens, and the doctor comes in. She's a short little blonde woman. She smiles at both of us.
"Good afternoon, Bella," she says excitedly.
"Hi Dr. Volturi. This is my husband, Edward," Bella introduces us.
"It's so nice to meet you. You have gotten yourself a wonderful woman here." She says as she goes over to the cup of Bella's urine. She takes a sample and puts it on the pregnancy test the nurse left out and then walks back over to us.
"We are just going to wait for the results. I see that your last period was June fifteenth. Have you had any symptoms before now?" she asks.
"No, I honestly hadn't notice my period was missing. I've been so busy and stressed out. It wasn't until I was so sick on our wedding day that my friends bought me a test." Bella plays with her fingers.
I take her by the hand, smiling. The doctor walks back over to the pregnancy test and then comes over to us.
"Congratulations!" Now let's get you examined so we can see how far along you are."
The doctor examines Bella and then lets us listen to the baby's heartbeat. The sound fills the room, and tears fall from my eyes. This marriage, pregnancy and me leaving is turning me into a bitch.
The doctor then puts some goo on Bella's stomach. She starts looking at the ultrasound monitor, and then he appears.
"There's your baby. You're a little over eleven weeks. You really should've been on vitamins by now, but we'll get you and this little one set up right away. You're due March twenty-first."
The rest of the visit has me grilling the doctor on Bella's and the baby's health. I should really have fucking known she was pregnant. I'm so wrapped around her finger, all I thought of was her and being inside of her.
We leave the office with a prescription for prenatal vitamins, which I insist we fill right away. I'm loaded down with pamphlets and plan to get every book to read while I'm away.
We're out eating lunch when Bella's phone ring. She won't let me get her a new one, but she's getting one before I leave.
"This is Bella." She's so fucking cute.
I take a bite of my hamburger and listen in on her conversation. Any signs of Renee and Charlie, I'm taking the phone.
"Oh! Yes, I would still be interested. I can come in next week and meet with you. Thank you so much." She hangs up the phone.
"Oh My God! Edward that was DNA advertising agency. The Still Photographer they hired didn't work out and I was their second choice. They want to meet with me next week!" She jumps out of her chair and gives me a hug.
"That's great, baby. Just take it easy okay? I don't want you taking on too much. As a matter of fact, I've been thinking." I take a deep breath because I don't know how she's going to take this.
She goes back to her seat and waits on me.
"What have you been thinking about, Sarge?" She smiles at me as she puts a piece of fruit in her mouth.
"I think you should move in with my parents while I'm gone."
She puts her fork down and just stares at me. "You are being utterly ridiculous. I'm perfectly capable of taking care myself and the baby."
I nod my head, trying not to upset her. "Baby, I know you are. I'm just going to worry about the both of you, and it would be good to have my mom and dad around. Just think about it. Please."
Great. Now I'm fucking begging. I'm so fucking whipped.
~~Dream~~
Bella got the job, and I am so fucking proud of her. It makes me feel better that it's just taking pictures of product and not actually carrying heavy shit and traveling. She told them she won't be able to start until after I leave, and they were more than fine with that.
After much groveling on my fucking part, Bella has agreed to move in with my parents but will come back to the apartment anytime she wants. It really just makes me feel better knowing my wife and child will be safe and sound with Mom and Dad.
Time is not my fucking friend.
Time hates me.
Time is taking me from my wife and unborn child.
Time is a cold-hearted bitch.
The second week, we go baby shopping. We have reached the supposed safe second trimester, and I want to buy things for my son before I leave. Bella laughs as I pick blue and green every-fucking-thing at Babies R Us.
"What are we going to do if it's a girl?" She asks thinking she's cute.
"We'll give everything away to someone who needs it and go buy girl stuff. But this baby is definitely a boy." I am fucking sure of it.
We check out and Bella gapes at the amount. I kiss her forehead telling her money doesn't matter when it comes to her and our child. We arrange for them to deliver the heavy things to our apartment. I send a few things to our parents house in case I'm not home in time, but I don't want to focus on that.
Once we reach home, Bella makes us lunch. Her little belly is poking out of her clothes. She looks so fucking cute. It's like as soon as we found out about him he decided to make his presence known.
The closer we got to my departure, the more gentle sex becomes. We start off fucking rough and hard, and then something shifts between us. It mostly ends with one or both us fucking crying saying how much we're going to miss each other.
I wouldn't trade Bella for anything in the world, but goddamn this shit hurts.
We spend the weekend with my parents, redecorating my room to make it more comfortable for Bella. I got her a new Mac laptop so we can Skype all the time. I know she didn't want to stay here, but it really makes me feel better knowing that she won't be alone.
I can't trust motherfuckers at all, and I damn sure don't want Renee or Charlie Swan showing up. If they upset Tiny in any damn way I will fucking lose it.
My dad throws some steaks and corn on the grill, and we sit outside in the cool, fall air.
"You cold baby?" I ask her, rubbing my hands down her shoulder.
Her jacket isn't that heavy and it's fucking cold to me.
"I'm fine, Sarge. The air feels wonderful."
My mother smiles at us. "Bella, when is the doctor's appointment again to find out the sex?"
She's practically bouncing out of her seat waiting on Bella to answer.
"I'll be fifteen weeks on the day Edward leaves. They usually want to do the sonogram between sixteen and twenty, but they have agreed to let us go in the day before he leaves. I just hope this little one is in the right position." Bella rubs her stomach lovingly.
"Bella, I hope you'll let me and Esme go to some of the appointments with you. You can always tell us if we're overstepping," my dad says taking a bite of his steak.
"Oh Carlisle, she knows that. Bella, I would never purposely be too smothering. I just never thought Edward would get married, let alone settle down and give me a grandchild. I'm just too excited, so if you need to put me in my place, please go right ahead." My mother gives her a small smile.
"You two are a lot of things, but the main thing is you're truly wonderful. You both have really made me feel like I'm apart of a family again." Bella gives them a sad smile.
"It's getting late. I better get Bella into bed." I wasn't talking about to fucking sleep either.
The drive to the apartment is quiet. Bella stares out the window and rubs soothing circles on her small little volleyball stomach. I take her hand and kiss it gently.
"Don't fucking think about them. I don't know if I will ever forgive either one of them for their lack of respect for our relationship and our baby. So don't waste any more time thinking about them."
Bella turns to look at me.
"Okay. It's just so hard, but you're right. They have not shown any respect at all to our relationship. I'm done."
Bella takes my hand and sits it on her little belly. The rest of the ride is filled with us trying to make plans to see the gang this week.
Bella
The week before Edward leaves, we spend it with our friends. Each day we do something as a group.
Monday, we go the Space Needle. Alice is a little too excited as usual. Rose is in a very somber mood. She's not taking her upcoming separation well.
After, we go to the Chihuly Garden and Glass.
It is just breathtaking.
On Tuesday we go on the Belltown Restaurant tour and I eat myself so silly that I feel like I'm going to burst. Rose rubs my stomach lovingly and I look at her as if she's another person.
"Rose, you're acting strange," I whisper to her as we walk behind the rest of the group.
"I'm fine. It's just I wish I had a baby to remind me of Emmett," she says sadly.
"Rose, is there a chance?"
"No, no. You know I make sure my IUD is in place at all times." She gives me a playful nudge but I can tell she's hurt.
Edward comes back and wraps me in his arms as Emmett pulls Rose into him.
"Stop this sad shit, Rose. I'll be back in your bed soon enough. That's why I got you that dildo replica of my co—"
"Emmett!"
Rose hits him hard as both Sarge and I stop and start laughing hysterically. Edward becomes serious as we resume following Jasper and Alice.
"Why the hell didn't I think of that?" he asks me.
I just shake my head pulling him along.
Wednesday, we do a chocolate tour and go to dinner at Canlis restaurant. The food is terribly expensive but so darn good. It's family style for the entire table, but I think I end up eating most of it.
Alice and I go to the restroom. She's unusually quiet tonight. I'm starting to realize I'm not the only one who's going to miss her man. We're all going through the same thing.
"Alice, you know they'll be back before we know it. Edward says training usually last about four months but sometimes longer. I just hope this little one stays nice and warm before his daddy comes back." I pat my little belly.
Alice bursts into tears and I wrap my arms around her. She cries in my arms for a few minutes before she takes a step back. "This hurts so damn bad, Bella. I know it'll be worth it in the end. Jasper is my soul-mate."
"It will be worth it. He loves you. Just hold on to that until you're with him again," I tell her trying to believe my own words.
"When did you get so wise?" Alice asks.
"I guess I'm just an old married lady now."
We all spend Thursday and Friday taking boat tours and going back to my and Edward's apartment to enjoy each other.
The week is bitter sweet but at least we make time for each other.
On Sunday, Esme and Carlisle's have all of us over for a big dinner. It reminds me of the BBQ we had in the summer, but this is a sadder occasion.
I sit with my feet propped up on one of the kitchen chairs. Esme insists I stay off my feet. I could get use to this treatment. I peel potatoes, laughing as Esme tells of a toddler Edward who would pick up food in grocery stores and eat it before she realized what was happening. She said one store even asked her not to come back after Edward took a bite of an apple and put it back when Esme wasn't looking. Apparently, another customer put the apple in their bag with others and actually took it home.
The funniest part was one of his little teeth happened to be stuck in the apple.
"I really would've denied it!" Rose tells us. "It could've been any kid's tooth. How do they know it was Edward's?"
I am laughing so hard, but stop abruptly when I feel moisture between my legs. I try not to be alarmed but everyone can tell something is wrong.
"Bella, what is it?" Esme asks running over to me.
"I—I, think I just peed my pants!" I say loudly.
They all stare at me before bursting out in their own laughter. Esme walks over to me, and sits in the chair next to me.
"You will find that happening more and more the farther along you get. Why don't you go change," she suggests.
I go upstairs to change; I totally forgot that some of my clothes are already here. After I clean myself up in the bathroom. I walk out completely bare from the waist down to find Sarge lying back on the bed.
He's naked.
Gloriously so.
"Edward! They'll know what we're up to," I tell him as I try to walk over to my clothes that are on the chair.
"I don't care. I came looking for you and Mom told me of your accident. I figured I could help you practice your kegels." He pumps his impressive length, and I stare with my mouth open.
I crawl on the bed, kissing the tip. "First of all, you're reading way too much these days. I'm only giving you ten minutes," I say right before I deep throat him.
He flops down on the bed, hissing in pleasure. "Fifteen, now hop on. Daddy wants into his pussy."
I crawl up his body, licking every inch of muscle on his stomach. Settling myself over his cock, I slide down as he sits up. Edward takes hold of my behind and pulls me into him.
My arms wrap around his neck, fingers in his hair, while we move together. Our lips mold gently at first and then hungrily. The constant push and pull feels wonderful. I'm more aware of every sexual feeling now that I'm pregnant.
I can feel his cock hitting deep inside of me; my nipples are so hard I feel they could do bodily harm. I feel how wet he's making me with every stroke, how my muscles contract around him in a death grip not wanting to let go.
Edward bites my neck as he flips us over and rams into me. He's such a control freak; he never let's me stay on top long.
"Edward!" I scream his name as he pinches my nipple.
"That's right, Tiny. Fucking come for me." He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down.
The pain of him pinching my nipples and biting my lip, along with the pounding he's giving me, causes me to come on his cock hard. I pull his hair so that he can release my lip. We kiss fiercely as his own orgasm follows.
We hold each other for what seems like forever, trying to catch our breaths.
"One more fucking week" he says with tears in his eyes.
"One more week," I whisper, not able to hold back my own.
A/N: Well here we are! I got swamped with preparing for Thanksgiving and cooking. Sorry I'm later then what I said! Hope you all had a very safe & happy Thanksgiving! We're getting close to the contest entry! It's been a minute! I just want to say thanks for hanging with me those who are still here!