Beta'd by the wonderful Daphodil, any mistakes are all me!
Chap 22
Bella
Edward and I are sitting in his parents' living room at an impromptu baby shower. It's amazing what the dynamic team of Esme, Alice, and even laid back Rose can pull together in such a short amount of time.
We have decorations, food galore-all catered from an Italian restaurant-cupcakes with little babies on them, and presents. Lots and lots of baby presents. It was such a thoughtful surprise that I burst into tears knowing they went out of their way for us.
"Open this one, next!" Alice says, practically bouncing out of her chair.
Jasper stands on the side smiling down at her. I take the gift and look over to Edward, he's wearing a matching paper plate hate with bows on it. He's so freaking cute, sitting through all of this with a huge smile on his face. Edward's arms are wrapped around me and he keeps kissing me.
He leans into me and whispers, "Open it."
I tear open the pretty blue wrapping paper with a chubby cartoon baby on it to reveal a box. Tearing the top off, I'm met with cute little onesies. They have matching hats and booties with them.
I hold them up between Edward and me so Esme can snap a picture. We both have matching teary-eyed smiles.
I turn to him, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm so glad you can enjoy this with me."
"Me too, Tiny. I just want you happy, baby." He pulls me into him for a kiss.
The room disappears until Emmett's loud voice interrupts us. "Get a room! We all will have to leave soon so we can make up for months apart."
We separate, and I look over to him. "TMI, Emmett."
Rose leans into him and smiles when he kisses her temple. When I look at the other couples, I'm reminded that I'm not the only one who is going to experience a heart-wrenching separation.
Jasper picks up another present and hands it to me. "Open this one next. It's from Emmett and me."
I unwrap the same baby wrapping paper, it's obvious that Alice was the designated wrapper. Once all the paper is off the box, I pull out a cute little Marine onesie with matching bib, hat, and burb cloth. It's so cute with its camouflage colors. There's also an all black onesie that says 'The Few, The Proud.'
Edward is looking down at the clothes; he proudly picks up an outfit and then stands to give both Jasper and Emmett one-armed hugs.
"It's fucking amazing. Thanks you two."
I look over at Esme, knowing she wants to say something about the language but she only has watery eyes glued in on her son.
"We bought some in pink too, just in case. Now we'll keep them for one of our kids or your next one," Jasper tells us, sipping his beer.
"It's probably for your next kid. The way you two go at it. Bella will stay knocked up," Emmett says, taking a sip of his own beer.
Esme stands. "Let's take one big group picture of the six of you. Then all of you can go spend some time with each other before tomorrow …"
Her voice cracks a little, which seems to have a domino effect because then Alice burst into tears, and Rose buries her head in Emmett's chest. My bottom lip starts to quiver. My chest feels like it's about to explode from grief.
Edward pulls me into his lap, stroking my hair and peppering my face with kisses.
"Okay, let's take a break, and then we'll take one picture. No more crying ladies." Carlisle wraps an arm around Esme trying to comfort her.
We all finally compose ourselves and stand together, each man with his arm around his significant other. Carlisle snaps a few pictures while Esme gives us a watery smile.
Good-byes are said all around and everyone leaves for the night. Once we are left alone with Carlisle and Esme, I cuddle on the sofa next to Edward with my head buried in his chest as he lovingly strokes my back.
"Thanks for the baby shower, it means a lot to us." Edward says as his fingers run through my hair.
"You know we'll do anything for you, Bella and the baby," Esme says smiling at the both of us.
"We don't want you to worry about them while you're gone. They'll be fine. Bella may get a little bored staying with the old folks," Carlisle jokes.
"You're the old one, thank you very much." Esme nudges him with her shoulder.
Edward stands, pulling me up with him. "We're going to go home too. We'll be by in the morning and ride over to McChord base together."
We hug Esme and Carlise good-bye. Once we are in the car the silence is almost crippling. I stare out of the window and let my tears fall; everything feels heavy on my chest.
Edward's hand comes up and rubs my small belly. It's the cutest little volleyball shape, my hand lands on top of his, and I turn to smile at him.
His tears fall down his face, and I wipe at them while he drives. Seeing him so emotional always leave me torn. If I ever doubted his love for me, which I never have, the few times he's shed tears would solidify the fact that he loves me as much as I love him.
I never knew such a love could exist, and I'm glad I let Alice and Rose drag me to that nightclub all those months ago.
Once we're at our apartment, Edward pulls me into him and kisses me before we even make it to our bedroom. He picks me up and carries me bridal style.
After laying me on the bed, he hovers over me and stares into my eyes. My fingers run through his hair, and then I pull him down to me for a kiss. It's slow and sweet at first, our tongues touch as if they were long lost lovers meeting for the first time in years.
Edward's hands cocoons my face. "I love you, Isabella Cullen."
"I love you, too," I whisper before I merge our lips together again.
We undress each other, taking our time to caress and kiss every piece of skin that is revealed. Edward slides my jeans and underwear off, his lips gliding along my thigh.
Moving to the other leg, he trails open-mouthed kisses up to my wet, needy pussy. The first lick up my center causes a moan to escape my lips and a shiver to run through my entire body. He's slow in his movements, driving me wild with every sweep of his tongue against my sensitive clit.
My fingers entwine in his silky hair, God, I'm going to miss this. I pull him into me while one of his fingers enters me. He sucks on my clit, and my back arches. My hands take hold of my breasts.
Edward and my eyes lock, he adds a second finger, sucking hard on my clit and I shatter into a million pieces. Not allowing me a moment to recover, he kisses his way up my body and takes a nipple into his mouth.
Edward enters me slow, filling me up. The tears come without my permission; I try to hide them from Edward, but he sees them. His own tears fall. His forehead rests against mine as our tears fall together.
My hands run through his hair as he moves inside of me. Every thrust, every kiss, every embrace is like a balm to my wounded soul.
We come as one, our arms wrap tight around each other, and our lips fuse as if they never want to part.
Edward rolls us over and we hold each other as if it were the last time.
It feels like it.
He kisses my forehead, and we fall asleep in each other's arms.
I wake up in the middle of the night, craving my baby shower cake. I was dreaming I was eating a big piece of it with Edward and our baby. He was a chubby little thing with wild red hair. Why my baby's hair is red I have no clue, both Edward's and Esme's hair are auburn.
The cake tasted so damn good in the dream that I practically ran out of bed to get to the piece we brought home. I cut half of the large piece we have and wrap the other half for Edward to have on the plane.
I pour myself a glass of milk and then go to the bedroom.
"Bella!" Edward yells for me just when I enter.
"Hey." I smile at him, before I put a fork full of cake in my mouth.
He's all sexy and disheveled looking, and I slide in next to him. One of his arms automatically goes around my growing waist.
"Why are you eating this late or early?" he asks, kissing my bare shoulder.
"Your son was craving cake." I offer him a forkful.
He takes it and hums at the goodness. I think I'll have Esme buy me a cake from this bakery every weekend.
I look over at the clock and see that it's three in the morning. I let out a sigh knowing that we are only a few hours away from being separated.
Edward's hand rubs my little belly, and I smile wishing we could stay like this forever.
He pecks my stomach lovingly. "You woke Mommy up so you can eat, love bug?
"I dreamed we all were eating cake, you, me, and the baby. The baby had bright red hair though. Isn't that weird?" I put another piece of cake to his mouth.
He chews and then smiles at me. "Not really. Mom said my hair was red when I was first born. I guess you couldn't tell in the pictures, I was bald until I was like two."
I look over at him, not believing my ears or my dream, "You think I just dreamed of our baby? He was so cute and chubby!"
I'm so excited now. I hope I can hang on to the image of him so I can compare the two when he's born. Edward takes the empty plate out of my hand and puts it on the nightstand.
He takes some icing off the saucer and then turns to face me, smearing some on both nipples. He licks and sucks icing off one. My head falls back in ecstasy and I let out a breathy moan.
"I'm going to fuck you doggie style. Hard," he growls out as he pulls me into him so that he can suck the icing off the other nipple.
"Yes, please," I moan, grabbing strands of his hair.
Once all the icing is gone, he kisses a path up to my lips. "Bend over."
Oh, bossy, dominating Sarge, this is the man I first met. I love my sweet Sarge to death, but I love this side of him too. I love the entire package.
I turn over and wiggle my ass to entice him. He slaps it hard causing me to become wetter than I already am. He teases me with his cock, running it back and forth through my wetness.
"I want to see this wet pussy when we Skype. I want it ready for me." He pushes in hard, his hands gripping my expanding waist.
"Ahh, I'm always ready for you, Sarge," I mewl out as he starts an aggressive thrust.
One of his hands pulls my hair while his other stays on my waist. He moves in and out of me raw and demanding, nothing like we were earlier.
I love it.
He takes me hard, possessing my very being.
"So fucking tight, baby!" he grits out.
"Oh! Edward!" I yell, feeling him in the pit of my stomach.
He slams into me repeatedly. One of his hands takes hold of one of my nipples, pinching and twisting. He leans down and bites my shoulder.
I come on his cock hard, crying out in pleasure.
"Ugh! That's right, Tiny. Milk my cock." He growls in my ear.
I come again, my body extra sensitive now that I'm pregnant. One of my hands reaches back and pulls his hair. I turn my head and bring his lips to mine, hard and desperate.
He stills inside of me, his body shaking. His free hand rubs circles around my belly while we breathe each other in.
"I love you, Bella. Please know that." His voice is thick with emotion.
"I love you, too. Always and forever."
Edward
Bella and I sit in the back of my parents' car on our way to the base. Time waits for no one, and finally it's here. My imminent departure from my pregnant wife.
We're making out in the backseat like teenagers, and Mom and Dad don't seem to mind. After last night, we also had sex in the shower this morning. It's not all about the sex, but damn, I want to smell her on me after I'm long gone.
My hands are buried in her hair as we kiss like there are no other people in the car. Tiny's hands grip my forearms, and she breaks the kiss.
I kiss her forehead, waiting on her to say something. My dad exits the highway, and my heart speeds up like I'm about to meet a fucking firing squad.
"Promise you'll call and Skype as much as you can. I don't care what time it is." Her hands trace the tattoos on my forearm.
"I promise. I also don't want you to overwork yourself or get yourself worked up in anyway. EJ here needs his mommy stress free, okay." I rub where my son is resting.
"Edward Jr, will be fine." She rolls her eyes at me.
The car comes to a stop and Bella looks up. Her bottom lip starts trembling and the tears start to fall. My fucking heart breaks into a million little pieces.
"We'll get the luggage. You two take your time." My mom and dad leave us alone in the car.
"Fuck! This feels like the hardest thing I've ever had to do," Bella cries out as she flings her arms around me.
I unclick our seat belts and pull her closer to me. My nose is buried in her hair and I hold her so close to me. My own fucking tears fall, but I can't find it in me to give a fuck.
"I know, baby, I'll be home before you know it and then I'm putting in a request to stay local." I kiss her pouty lips.
"I love you, Sarge."
"I love you, too, Tiny."
~Dream~
We stand on the tarmac, just on the other side of the gated fence, saying our good-byes. We found Jasper, Emmett, and the girls. Everyone is looking fucking miserable. We fell hard in the few months we've been home. Shit, I got married and now have a baby on the way.
Bella's clinging to me, her head buried in my Alpha uniform. My mom is on the other side of me, crying as well. Dad stands in front of us with his own tears.
"You'll take care of them, right, Dad?" I ask not even bothering to mask my own tears.
"Of course I will, son." My father takes my mother out of my arms so that Bella and I can walk to the gates.
One by one men walk up to the C17 plane, leaving their love ones on the other side of the gate. Both Jasper and Emmett are already calling for me.
I hold Bella's beautiful face in my hands and kiss her softly. Her hands lay on top of mine as we stare into each other eyes.
"God, I love you, baby." I kiss her one more time.
I slowly back up, passing Bella to a crying Rose and Alice. I turn around trying to be strong, but I can't because I'm not.
"Sarge!" Bella cries out to me right before I cross the threshold of the gate. I turn to find her hands on her small belly. "We love you." She gives me a small smile.
I turn around and follow the rest of the men to the plane. The atmosphere on board is heavy and fucking sad. I don't say or do anything to mask my tears. I'm not big bad Sargent fucking Cullen any more. I'm just Edward Cullen, husband and father.
A/N: What up! It's sad I know. We are nearing the end. This one was a hard story and I think the first I started as a chapter so I got stuck a lot! Now that I'm deep into it, I see my failings so I do want to ask for forgiveness on the liberties I've taken with the Marines. Yummy did try to help me a little so the semi real stuff is from her and I do my fair share of research. The next chap is written (word!) and in the hands of Daph! We got about 3 or 4 more chaps to go! Love You! Mean it!