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Chapter 21

Edward

Monday

I lay in bed with Bella's tight body pressed against mine. I'm trying so fucking hard not to squeeze her too tight. The early morning glow reminds me that another day is lost. I used to love watching the sunrise; it reminded me of a new day, a fresh start. It was always fucking breathtaking to watch.

Now?

It's a constant reminder that I'm days away from leaving my pregnant wife alone. I wake up at five in the morning and wait for the sun to come and shine it's light of doom on me. The first ray has me stilled in the bed hypnotized by the fear of what a new day brings.

Sweat coats my body, my heart speeds up, and my stomach feels like a black, bottomless pit is growing inside of it. I've never experienced anything like this in all my fucking life. Not even in my ten years as a Marine and all the shit I've seen have I ever experienced panic attacks or any type of anxiety.

I take deep breaths in and out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

When my heart rate normalizes and I can fucking move again, my arms squeeze Bella tight. My nose finds a home in her hair and I inhale her scent, letting it soothe me and fill the hole that is growing in my chest.

Bella stirs in my arms, sighing contently as she nestles closer. One of my hands rests on her small belly where my son is safe and sound. I kiss her temple moving down.

"Sarge," Bella whispers while I kiss her neck.

My hand travels down her naked body, one of my fingers enters her, and she arches her back letting out a breathy moan. My need for her is constant, so I take her every chance I get.

Kissing her sensitive breasts, I suck a nipple into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Her fingers find my hair, and she pulls me to her lips, kissing me hungrily. We both are desperate to be connected, and she opens her legs wide to eagerly accept me.

Pushing into her, I freeze. The feel of her is so fucking good around my cock it causes a new round of panic to seize my chest. I feel the tears before they fall. The blackness threatens to consume me until I feel Bella's hand on my cheek and her lips press against mine.

"I love you," she whispers.

She tightens her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. I kiss her hungrily before I start to move inside of her. Letting the feel of her chase away the panic and the fear I've felt since Friday night.

My movements are slow and deep. The tears in her eyes reflect my own, and we hold each other close. Her belly is still small enough for me to be on top, and I take advantage of it every chance I get.

My lips kiss her neck. One of my hands take both of hers and hold them over her head while I thrust into her wet pussy. Every plunge into her wetness drives the impending darkness away like a beacon of hope. I stare into her eyes as we move as one; clinging to every second we have left with each other.

"I love you so fucking much, Tiny," I whisper against her lips letting the tears that have threatened to fall since I entered her, finally fall down my face.

She breaks free of my hold on her wrist and wipes at my face. She gives me a little push with her hand and I roll off of her. Without hesitation she straddles me, sinking down on my hard dick. I arch up into her as she sets a brutal fucking pace to bring me back to her.

She is fucking magnificent on top of me. Her eyes are closed and her head tilted back in pleasure as she takes what she wants from me, riding me hard. Both of my hands find a home on her breasts, and I squeeze before sitting up and taking one in my mouth. My hand goes around Bella's waist bringing her down hard on my cock.

"Fuck yes, Sarge!" Her pussy tightens around me, and I thrust up into her, all thoughts of the fucking blackness gone because of my wife.

"That's it, baby. Take my fucking cock!" I growl out as I bite her neck

My other hand finds her clit and rubs it furiously.

"Yes!" Bella's voice is breathy as her body shakes on top of mine.

My own orgasm isn't far, so I flip us over and pound into her like a madman. I come hard inside of her. Kissing her hungrily, she returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm.

We stay in each other's arms, kissing and caressing for what seems like forever, until I finally roll off of her.

"Couldn't sleep again?" One of her hands runs through my sweaty hair while I bring her body closer to me.

She knows. I try to hide it, but she fucking knows.

I take a deep breath, bending down to run my lips across hers. "A little bit, but sleep's overrated."

Bella pushes herself up and stares into my eyes. "This is hard for me too, and I want to be strong for you … for us, but I'm dreading your leaving too."

"I know it's hard for you, baby. Maybe harder than it is for me. I'll be home as soon as I fucking can. I promise you that, and I'll do everything to not ever be apart from you and my son again." I give her forehead a loving peck.

"Or daughter, Edward." She laughs at me insisting that there's a chance I'm wrong.

"I'm fucking sure this one right here is Edward Cullen Jr., I'll give you a few months to recover before I put a daughter in you." I rub her belly getting choked up by the simple act.

"When you come back, I'll pop out as many babies as you want." She kisses my lips passionately as she crawls on top of me again.

"Good, we better start practicing then."

~Dream~

Tuesday

My eyes are glued to the ceiling while a naked Bella sleeps soundly next to me. It's four in the fucking morning, and I finally let my pregnant wife fall asleep after taking her three times throughout the night. I'm a ravenous fucking animal that has to have her over and over. I do the usual routine of trying to push the blackness and fear away.

Two more days.

Sweat drips down my back, and my heart rate triples in speed. I bury my face into Bella's hair; this seems to be the only thing that can calm me, the scent of my wife, so uniquely her is a balm to my tortured soul.

I take deep breaths. Closing my eyes, I finally succumb to sleep.

The sound of Bella moving around the room packing her clothes wakes me. We are going to move most of her things to my parents' today. Taking a deep breath, I roll out of bed. Watching her put things in her open suitcases. She stops, holding a pair of underwear, her shoulders heave, and she covers her mouth trying to hide her sob.

I run over to her and turn her around, encasing her in my arms. We stand silently, my fingers combing through her hair, my lips pressed against her temple. We both take deep, steady breaths. Her arms are tight around my waist.

I never knew anything could be like this, an all-consuming pain when you have to separate from the love of your life. The love of my fucking life. I have to leave her and my son and it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.

~Dream~

Moving Bella's things to my parent's house brings me more pain than it should. Once everything is set up and put away, I look around the room with a sadness I've never fucking known in my life. I have to snap out of this shit quick before the last days with my wife for a long time are just full of anxiety and depression.

This is my job. It's what I do. I never thought I would love someone so fucking much that I would actually have anxiety attacks about leaving them, but that's what Isabella Cullen does to me.

Now stop fucking crying Edward and spend the days you have left enjoying your fucking life!

I pound into my chest with my fist, basically finally getting over whatever the fuck it is that's gotten me down.

Bella comes into the room looking all sexy in her jogging pants and sweater. The sweater hugs her little belly. She is absolutely beautiful carrying my son.

"Lunch is ready, although your mother made a small feast of all your favorites." She tries to walk past me.

I take hold of her hand and pull her into me. My lips find hers slow and sweet.

"I'm sorry I've been out of it. I've never loved anyone to the point that it physically hurts to fucking leave." I stare into her eyes while my fingers comb through her hair.

She smiles up at me. "It's okay. I've never loved anyone like this either. The good news is that when we're reunited it'll be that much sweeter."

She stands on her tiptoes pulling me in for another kiss. This one is hungry and filled with passion.

"Sweet in-fucking-deed," I whisper against her lips before I take her mouth one more time.

Wednesday

I open my eyes, and for the first time in days I'm rested. I actually went to sleep. Thank the fucking sleep gods. I turn over to look at the clock, happy to find it's seven in the morning. Bella's appointment is at nine, and I'm giddy like a puppy about to get his first bone.

I'm going to see my son!

Sneaking out of bed so that I don't wake Tiny, I go to the kitchen and start making my wife breakfast. I've been a useless piece of shit for days. It's time I show my wife how much she means to me.

The only thing left for me to do is finish this assignment and get my ass home. No more bitching, crying, or fucking anxiety attacks.

I lose myself in making my wife a big breakfast. Everything—bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages, and a bowl of grits—is spread on the table just as Bella walks into the kitchen smiling from ear to ear.

"What's all this?" she asks as she walks over to the table.

"Breakfast for my wife and son. I'm sorry I've been acting like a little bitch." I pull her into me, my hand automatically finding a place on her small stomach.

"You call it acting like a little bitch. I call it sexy." She stands up on her tiptoes to peck my lips.

I raise one eyebrow. "Sexy?" I really don't see waking up in a full sweat and not being able to breathe as fucking sexy.

"Mmm-mmm. Very, very, sexy." She kisses my lips pulling my bottom lip into her mouth.

My hands find a home on her ass, and I pull her to me. "What's so sexy about that?"

"Well …" Her hands run through my hair. "Usually, you're big bad Sarge with your tats and your foul language, but these past few days you're Edward, loving husband and devoted father. You're a gentle giant. You actually care about leaving us, and I can see how it affects you. I just find it incredibly sexy that my big bad Marine is a complete pussy when it comes to leaving me."

My dick hardens instantly at my mostly proper little wife saying pussy. "Keep saying 'pussy' and I may just fuck you right here, right now. Breakfast be damned."

She steps out of my arms, smiling at me. Taking the straps of her nightgown, she slides them off her toned arms and it falls down her sexy as fuck body in a pile on the floor.

My mouth gapes wide open while she stares me boldly in the eyes. I have no idea what happened to the shy girl I met all those months ago. I loved her at first sight, I really did, but this confident fucking goddess in front of me has me by the balls.

"Pussy, pus-" I'm on her before she can finish the word.

My hands grip her hair holding her in place as my tongue plunges into her mouth. She moans in pleasure while I back us up to the kitchen island. Picking her up, I sit her on top without breaking our kiss. Both of my hands find Bella's hard nipples, and I pull on them.

My dick strains against my boxers while I kiss and bite my wife's neck. I want her fucking now.

I move back to her lips and grab hold of the back of her neck. "First, I'm going to eat your sweet little pussy and then I'm going to fuck you."

She bites my bottom lip hard and then releases it, "Yes, daddy …"

I growl against her lips as I gently push her back on the island. I fucking love when she calls me daddy. My mouth is hungry as I bite and nip at the fleshy part of one of her breasts.

Taking a hard nipple in my mouth, I suck on it causing Bella to cry out in pleasure.

My hand ghosts down her body and one finger teases her wet pussy. She arches her back as I move to the other breast while I add a second finger.

"Oh, God!" Bella comes on my fingers, her body going rigid.

She's become so fucking sensitive the farther along she gets in her pregnancy. I'm pissed I'm going to miss her coming so easily. Wet kisses travel down her body. My lips close around her sensitive clit, and I suck gently as my fingers plunge her depths.

She comes a-fucking-gain with my mouth secured around her clit. I lick her arousal, enjoying the taste of her.

My dick is basically hanging out of my boxers, so I stand up and rip them down, so fucking desperate to be inside of her. I pull her to the edge of the island by her legs.

Thank fuck I'm tall; it's so easy for me to slip right in, and that's exactly what I do.

"Fuck, Tiny. You feel so good." My head falls back as I enjoy the feel of my wife.

My hips start moving in and out as my hands grip her thighs.

"Edward … God … I love you!" she yells out, causing me to increase my movements.

I need to fucking kiss her lips. I pull out and put my knee on a stool, using it as leverage to climb on the island. It gives a little grunt but, other than that, takes the additional weight.

Kissing her lips, I enter her again. My movements slow, my forearms struggling to keep me up so that I won't put all my weight on her and my son. Our tongues dance as our love surrounds us. My thrusts are deep as one of her hands tangle in my hair and pulls hard.

I grind up against her, and she bites my bottom lip. "I need you to fucking come, baby."

I'm struggling to not put my weight all the way on her. My other hand lands on the other side of her head as my speed increases. Her back arches and she cries out as she clenches around my cock.

"Ed…Ward!"

Her head falls back exposing her neck. I bite her neck as my body stills, my seed spilling inside of her.

"Fuck, Bella!"

My lips find hers and we kiss sloppily.

"You okay, Tiny?" I look down at my wife; she's so fucking sexy.

"Yeah, I just need to spray the island with Clorox if we ever plan to eat on it again."

We both laugh, and I shake my head at her.

"You will be doing that a lot because that was fucking fantastic. I'm def taking you on this again after you have the baby." I peck her lips then carefully start the process of getting off of the kitchen island.

~Dream~

The ultrasound technician smiles at us as she squeezes the goo on Tiny's small belly. Bella winces a little, and I quickly turn to the technician whose name is Amy, ready to rip her a new one.

"It's just cold, Sarge," Bella whispers as she looks up at me.

I nod, trying to calm down. Of course, Amy wasn't trying to harm my wife and son, but damn it they mean everything to me. If I had to choose between them and breaking little Amy in two, Amy' ass is going down.

"Are you two hoping for a boy or girl?" Amy asks in a very peppy voice.

"We don't really care –"

"It's a boy," I interrupt Bella's politically correct answer.

"Well someone seems sure! Let's see if Daddy's right." Amy starts moving the wand across Bella's stomach.

Our baby appears on the screen, and he is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in fucking black and white. I know we found out about him late but this will never get old. And when I get to hold him in my arms, it will be the sweetest thing since I married his mother.

"Everything looks really good. Weight is right on schedule. Now let's see if this little one wants to show off the goods!" She starts moving the wand around Bella's stomach.

"Somebody's being difficult. Let me see if I can nudge him" Amy says giving Bella's stomach a little push.

Bella puts her hand on her stomach, tears in her eyes. "Oh baby, please show Daddy what you are before he has to leave us."

I catch her tears with my thumb before they fall. "It's okay Tiny. He's just being shy. You can always come back without me."

She shakes her head fervently, full-on crying now. Amy, who I didn't think was the sharpest knife, caught on pretty quickly.

"Let me just see if I can get him in position."

She does a few gentle nudges on Bella's stomach and then picks back up the wand. She moves it around a few time and then a huge smile forms on her face.

"That did the trick. You're having a boy!"

Bella and I stare at each other, the smile on my face fucking huge.

"I told you, baby! All first-born Cullens are boys!" I tell her and then bend down to take her lips with mine.

We kiss gently, both of us now full-on crying. Although I knew he was a boy, it doesn't diminish the weight of knowing for sure. The absolute fucking joy of knowing I'm having a son.

Bella's hand weaves through my hair and she smiles against my lip.

"You were right, Sarge," she says against my lips.

"Damn right, I was." I kiss her again.

I can hear a door close in the background, and I guess Amy left the room. Pulling my wife to me, I thoroughly enjoy her tongue against mine, her hair firmly gripped in my hand. My heart is so full of fucking love and joy right now, it doesn't matter that I'm leaving tomorrow, the only thing that matters is right here and now.

"I love you, Sarge" Bella whispers as I bury my head in her neck.

"I love you too, Tiny."

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the delay, I've been writing some things! I'm trying to wrap this one up for reals! Once we get to that dream, it should be smooth sailing! I hope! Love you! Mean it!