Let Love Lie
Chapter 15 – Three Little Words
BPOV
I'm lying in Edward's large bed in nothing but a towel trying to figure out how I'm going to get through the night. Edward literally forced me to come home, although, he thinks I'm at my apartment. Ha, fat chance at that.
Seeing Edward on the ground today after being shot made me realize how quick life can end and when you least expect it. I don't know how I'm going to handle him going back to work. He can go back and do work in the station but he can't do patrols or arrests for about six weeks. I've seen firsthand the dangers that come with his job and they scare me. I need him. It's a selfish thought, but I'm human. We're selfish by nature.
Anyway, Edward won't let me stay the night at the hospital. The bed's not big enough for both of us and he doesn't want me to sleep in the chair because I'll be uncomfortable. I'm uncomfortable on his bed. It's too big for just me and lonely. It's hard to believe that it was just this morning that I was last in it, that we were last in it. It's still unmade, his dark gray comforter nearly falling off the bed completely.
I sigh and get up off the bed, walking over to Edward's closet. I pull on one of his v-neck tee's and a pair of his boxers. I hang the towel up in the bathroom and look in the mirror, pursing my lips. I have a mark on my neck from Edward's lips and teeth. I sigh and walk back out to the bedroom and pull the comforter over my body. I cuddle Edward's pillow close to my chest and bury my face into it, inhaling his scent. I flip off the lamp on his bedside table and try to sleep.
I toss and turn for what seems like hours before huffing and opening my eyes. I look at my phone and the time tells me 11:46. I text Edward: Are you awake?
It doesn't take long for his response, which is a phone call.
"Hello?" I mumble as I answer the phone.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"What makes you think something is wrong?" I question.
"Sweetheart, I know you."
"I can't sleep. Can I please come there?"
"Bell, there's nowhere for you to sleep. I would give you the bed but neither you or my doctor would like that."
"I just can't shake the thought that I'm losing you," I whisper.
"You're not losing me," he says softly. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Edward, you were shot today," I cry softly. "I'm allowed to freak out a little." He's silent on the other end. "What happens when you go back to patrolling and making arrests? You can get hurt again."
"Can we talk about this tomorrow in person? I'm not trying to avoid it, I just think it's something we need to discuss face to face."
"Yeah," I say in barely a whisper.
"Try and get some sleep. You can come up to the hospital tomorrow if you'd like."
"I'm definitely coming up tomorrow. And I've been trying to sleep for the past hour."
"Go over to my place," he suggests. I let out a soft laugh before answering.
"I'm about ten steps ahead of you. I'm at your place already," I inform him. "I've been here since I got back. I'm wearing your clothes and I used your shower and soap."
"God I wish I were there," he grumbles.
"I could easily come there," I remind him.
"Sleep, Bella," he chuckles. I sigh and lie down, clutching his pillow to me again.
"Can you stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?" I ask.
"Of course," he says with a smile in his voice. I put the phone on speaker and set it next to me before cuddling further into the blankets.
"Tell me a story?" I ask.
"What do you want me to tell you?" he chuckles.
"How'd you end up in Seattle?"
"There's not much to tell," he sighs lightly before continuing. "After you walked out from the party I went over to your dad, told him to consider that my two weeks notice, and then went out after you. A few days later he offered me a transfer to Seattle." He stops his story but I'm too far asleep to talk back. "Goodnight, Sweetheart," he chuckles before the line goes dead.
XOXO
"I want no lifting your arm above your head until the stitches are out, no lifting heavy objects either," Edward's doctor instructs. Edward gets to go home today after being in the hospital for three days. He's been avoiding the conversation about him going back to work for these past few days.
"Alright, well what's heavy?" Edward asks. "I mean, I consider my girl to be pretty light," he jerks his head my way. I feel blush rise to my cheeks and I smack his right arm.
"Behave," I scold.
"No sexual intercourse until the stitches are out," the doctor expands. I can almost see the color drain from his face.
"Well what if I'm not putting weight on my arm during the intercourse?" he challenges.
"Edward!" I hiss. He doesn't look at me but I see his lip twitch into a smile. I hide my face in my hands.
"No intercourse. I don't want you screwing up your shoulder, you're lucky there was no nerve damage when you came in."
"So," he starts but I quickly clamp a hand over his mouth.
"No more questions about that," I tell him. I turn to the doctor. "No intercourse, got it," I say.
"I'm giving you pain meds and then some meds that will help with the healing process. Take the pain meds as needed, but only one every eight hours. Take one of the other medicine once a day.
"I'm not going to be at your house to babysit your every move, Mr. Cullen, so please try and be careful. The next time I want you in here is to take the stitches out, not repair them. If you have any questions or concerns during the healing process don't hesitate to call. But, for now, you're free to go." The doctor sets down the medicine by my purse before exiting. Once the door is closed I turn to Edward.
"What the hell was that?" I ask.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"You know what," I grumble as I throw him a t-shirt and some jeans.
"Hey, easy," he laughs as he pulls his shirt off his head. I help him get the hospital gown off before he tries pulling his shirt over his head. He winces and pulls it off. "Shit," he grumbles.
"Need help?" I ask. He shakes his head, his jaw set. He pulls the shirt over his head with his right arm and after a few moments got his head into the neck hole. He gets his arms in the sleeves and then moves onto his jeans. It's clear on his face how much pain putting his shirt on caused him.
"Are you okay?" I ask and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around his midsection and kiss his chest, right above his heart.
"I'm fine," he says in a flat tone. I look up at him with a frown.
"You look like you're hurting," I say.
"Bella, I'm fine," he repeats. I drop my arms and walk to the counter where my purse and his medicines are. I pick them up and we walk out to my truck.
When I turn the truck on Edward goes to choose a radio station.
"What happened to your radio?" he asks as he continues to click the buttons.
"It broke," I shrug indifferently.
"How?"
"I may or may not have gotten angry at it and jammed a few of the buttons," I say as I pull out of the parking lot. Edward chuckles and reaches to move some hair from my face but winces and pulls his arm back. I reach over and grab his hand, lacing our fingers together. He sighs and looks out his window.
Once we get to the apartments we walk into the lobby and are greeted by Larry.
"Hey you two," he smiles. "I thought you might have moved out during the night a few nights ago," he jokes to Edward.
"Bella couldn't get rid of me that easily if she tried," Edward chuckles in response.
"Have a nice day, guys," Larry says as we walk to the elevator. We bid him the same before getting in and pressing our floor.
XOXO
The next week was a mixture of Hell and relaxation. Edward gets bitterer every day and it's ruining my mood. Even without his help I'm getting mood swings and cramps from my impending period, which should be coming any day now seeing as I started the sugar pills three days ago. Anyway, he's still avoiding the conversation he told me we would have a week and a half ago.
Edward refuses to let me help him do anything. The stubborn asshole is too proud to ask anyone for help. Right now he's down at the station and I'm in my apartment cleaning. We got in a dispute this morning for something that I can't even remember. But, long story short, we're not speaking right now.
My phone rings and I drop the duster onto my coffee table before going into the kitchen and answering it.
"Hey, Al, what's up?" I ask as I walk back into the living room.
"Jasper and I are going out for the day, can you watch Riley?"
"Yeah, bring him over," I say.
"Thanks!" she says and disconnects.
After ten minutes Riley is dropped off and we're sitting on the couch coloring.
"Where's Uncle Eddie?" Riley asks without looking up from his page.
"He's working," I tell him. "He should be home in a little while."
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, he keeps coloring.
My front door opens a little while later and Edward walks in. Riley runs over to him and Edward lifts him up into his right arm and I frown disapprovingly. He comes over to me and goes in for a kiss but I turn my cheek. I'm not giving in that easily. That's how he settles every fight. He kisses me and makes me forget I'm made. Not this time. I walk over to the couch and start picking up the crayons.
"Bella, I'm not done!" Riley whines.
"Let's go color at the kitchen table," I suggest as I take the crayons and coloring pages into the kitchen. Riley settles into one of the chairs and Edward lightly grabs my arm.
"Can I talk to you in the other room?" he asks in a calm voice. I look at him and his expression is anything but calm. I see anger, hurt, annoyance, but not calm.
"We'll be right back, Rie," I ruffle Riley's hair before walking out with Edward close behind.
"What is your problem?" he hisses.
"My problem?" I scoff. "You're the one who's been bitter and cranky since you left the hospital!"
"You're kidding right?" he laughs bitterly. "You've been in a terrible mood these past few days, Bella."
"That's because you've been putting me in one!" I raise my voice slightly. "I do nothing but offer my help and you shoot my down bitterly. Swallow some of your pride and let others help you once in a while," I say angrily.
"I don't want help from anyone, Bella. So stop asking."
"I hate seeing you in pain though, Edward. You try and hide it but I can see it!"
"Then maybe we shouldn't see each other until my shoulder's better."
"What?" I ask disbelievingly. "You're really putting us on a break until you're healed?"
"Yeah, I think I am," he nods. With those words my mood swings full force, making me into a blubbering mess.
"Get out," I cry and point to the door. His expression softens but I don't stick around for him to apologize. I walk quickly away and into my room, slamming the door before sobbing. I lie on my bed and hold my pillow to my chest.
I hear the door open and soft footsteps before the bed dips down.
"I'm sorry," Edward whispers. "I shouldn't have said that; I didn't mean it." He leans over me and gently pulls the pillow away. He sets it behind me and crawls over me to lie in its place. He brushes some hair from my face before wiping my tears away. "I can't seem to do anything right with you, can I?" he smirks. I don't say anything because I'm still trying to get my breathing under control. "I don't want to take a break. I'm sorry I said it; I'm just fed up with this situation I'm in. I don't want to be a burden by having you help me with everything."
"It's not a burden if I ask," I whisper. My door creaks open wider and clumsy footsteps make their way towards the bed. Riley climbs onto the bed and lies between Edward and me.
"Are you fighting?" he asks in a small voice.
"No, Sweetheart, we're not," I smile at him.
XOXO
It is now day six of my sugar pills and still no period. I read the instructions on the package of a pregnancy test for the fifth time before tearing it open and shaking the stick into my hand. All I have to do is pee on it and then wait five minutes before it tells me if I'm pregnant and how far along I am. I take the cap off and hold it in my hand for a second before putting it back on, shoving the test into the box, and leaving the bathroom.
I can't be pregnant, can I? I've been on the pill. Maybe I just missed my period this month. I've been getting cramps so maybe I'm just going to get the symptoms this month?
I groan and drop onto the couch, lying on my stomach. What am I going to tell Edward? Surely he won't want a child right now. Hell, I didn't even plan on having a child right now, or ever for that matter.
"Hey, Bells, do you want some dinner?" Edward's soft voice wakes me. I breathe in deep and smell the Chinese food he brought home. I feel nauseas from the smell and shake my head, burying my head deeper into the couch. Footsteps make their way towards the kitchen and I doze out of consciousness again.
"Bella," Edward's voice calls to me a few minutes later, but this time louder. "Why did I find this in the bathroom?" My eyes shoot open and I turn my head to see what he's holding. It's the pregnancy test.
"I was going to take it earlier. I'm late," I say in a small voice and bite my lip. He sets the test on the table and comes over to me. He holds his right hand out and I take it, letting him help me up off the couch.
"Well then maybe you should take it." He picks up the box and hands it to me. I try to read the expression on his face but he's hiding whatever he's feeling. My legs move stiffly towards the bathroom and I take another glance at Edward before walking in and shutting the door behind me.
I want to break down in tears from terror. This test could ruin what Edward and I just got back. I can't lose Edward again; it'll kill me.
I pee on the test and wash up before taking it out to Edward. He's sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. When he hears me come into the room he lifts his head and looks at me.
"What's the result?" he asks.
"I-it's not done yet," I barely whisper. I set it on the table and sit in the chair across from Edward, pulling my knees to my chest. Edward gets up and comes over to me, kneeling in front of the chair.
"Bella, whatever the results, I'm here. We're in this together," he assures me.
"You won't be mad if I'm pregnant?"
"Mad? Sweetheart, I'd be the luckiest guy ever to have the honor of fathering your child."
"Really?"
"No lying, remember?" I nod. I look at the clock and see the test should be ready. I take a deep breath before standing up. Right at the last second I chicken out and cover my eyes, peaking at Edward through my fingers.
"I can't look. You look," I say. Edward chuckles and picks up the stick. He swallows before telling me the results.
"It's positive," he says before smiling and looking at me. "It says three weeks. We're having a baby." My eyes go wide and I drag my hands to my mouth.
"You're kidding," I whisper, shocked.
"Not at all," he grins before dropping the test on the table and coming over to pick me up and kiss me.
"Your shoulder," I scold against his lips.
"Fuck my shoulder, I'm going to be a father," he replies happily before resuming our kiss. I hold his jaw in my hands and deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He groans against my mouth. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
"I'm going to be a mother," I cry. He grins and pecks my lips. "We have to tell our parents," I say as I feel the color drain from my face. Just thinking about the encounter we'll have with my parents makes me lightheaded.
"Oh shit," he says, his thoughts probably identical to mine. "I think I should bring a bullet proof vest with me," he says, only slightly joking.
XOXO
We manage to keep the pregnancy a secret for another three weeks. We weren't planning on waiting this long but we couldn't find a free day since the day we found out. We want our parents to be the first to know, then we'll tell everyone else. It's been so difficult keeping it a secret whenever I'm with Rose. She's growing by the day and little does she know is that in a matter of weeks I'll be growing with her.
Edward and I are on our way to Forks for the day. We finally have a free day so we called our parents last night and told them we were visiting. I'm sure they're suspicious about why, but I don't think they'll jump to this conclusion.
"I get to start patrolling again next week as long as I have someone with me," Edward says. My hands tighten around the steering wheel. "I know you don't want me to, but Bell, it's my job," he continues. "I love what I do."
"I'm just scared," I shrug. "I saw how easy it is for you to get hurt while patrolling, Edward. I watched a man shoot you and it scares the hell out of me knowing he's probably not the only person that has shot at you or will shoot at you."
"You're right, that wasn't the first time I was shot at. But it was the first time I was injured and it's going to be the last time too. I'm not going to make the mistakes I made that day. When he drew his gun, protocol said I was to draw mine in return. I guess I just didn't want you seeing me like that."
"I'd rather see you like that than see you bleeding on the ground!" I argue.
"Bella, when I was in high school a kid brought a gun to school. We were on lockdown for nearly three hours. That could happen to you while you're teaching and the thought terrifies me but I'm not holding you back from doing your job." Damn, he has me there.
"What are the chances of that, though?" I pull at strands of hope that I'll win this argument.
"Higher than you think," is all he says. I sigh knowing I've lost. There's nothing I can say that will make him change his mind.
"Just be careful," I purse my lips. Edward grabs one of my hands from the steering wheel and brings it to his lips.
"I'm always careful," he jokes when he puts our joined hands in his lap.
We go to Esme and Carlisle's house first. Butterflies fill my stomach as we walk up to the porch. Edward knocks a few times before walking in with me in tow. The house smells like chocolate chip cookies and the scent makes my mouth water but my stomach churn.
"Mom, Dad?" he calls. Esme comes rushing out of the kitchen and pulls Edward into her arms.
"How have you two been?" She asks. "I haven't seen you since the hospital! How's your shoulder, Edward? Are you taking your medicine? You haven't been lifting anything, have you?" she interrogates with Edward chuckling. She pulls away and hugs me. "Bella, dear, you look wonderful!" I thank her sheepishly before she pulls away. "Well?" she looks at Edward with a cocked eyebrow and her hands on her hips. "Are you going to answer me or what?"
"Bella and I have been great," he starts. "My shoulder's fine, they're letting me patrol next week as long as I take someone with me. I'm taking my medicine once a day, every day. No, I have not been lifting anything," he answers.
"Patrolling again?" she purses her lips.
"Now you sound like Bella," he chuckles. I hit his good shoulder and he laughs louder.
"Ah, Edward, Bella," Carlisle calls as he walks in. He hugs me and kisses my cheek before shaking Edward's hand. "What brings you two here?"
"Car, I told you yesterday they were coming to visit. They missed us," she beams.
"Well, Mom, while we did miss you, that's not the reason we're here," Edward says. "We have something we have to tell you." Esme's eyes drift to my left hand and I pull my sleeve down to the tips of my fingers nervously. From the mixture of nervousness and the overly sweet scent of the cookies I find myself darting for the bathroom. Edward is close behind me and holds my hair while my body rids itself of my breakfast. I cough a few times before my episode is finished.
The morning sickness started about a week ago. I despise the person who dubbed it "morning" sickness because it hits me at all times of the day. If I smell certain foods, if my emotions get too out of whack, etcetera. Edward can no longer bring Chinese food home because I get sick every time.
"Well that's one way to tell them," I groan before rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash.
"I think they'd still appreciate it if we said it," he chuckles lightly. Sure, he's in a good mood. He wasn't the one puking up his guts because of his child. I sigh before opening the door and walking into the living room where Carlisle and Esme are sitting on the couch. They look up when they hear us coming and I bite my lip in nervousness.
"You guys probably already figured this out but I'm pregnant," I say shyly. Esme is up on her feet quicker than should be possible and hugging me.
"That's wonderful!" she cheers as she lets go of me and hugs Edward. "I'm going to be a grandma again," she gushes.
"Just keep it to yourselves for a little while. You're the first to know," Edward informs.
"How long have you two known?" Carlisle asks.
"About three weeks," I answer.
"And we're just now hearing about it?" Esme asks, shocked.
"We wanted to tell you in person and this is the first weekend we could get that we had totally free."
"Well, let's celebrate with some chocolate chip cookies," Esme grins. I smile and follow Esme into the kitchen eagerly. Now that my stomach is empty, it's growling with anticipation for it to be filled once again.
Once my stomach is filled Edward and I decide it's time to head to my parents' house.
"Keep us updated with everything," Esme instructs as she hugs us goodbye.
"We will," I assure her. "I have an appointment this Wednesday."
We get into my truck and drive the few minutes to my childhood home. When I kill the engine Edward audibly swallows.
"Dad won't shoot you, I promise," I giggle. I get out of the truck and wait as Edward slowly gets out. We walk up to the porch and I knock before walking in.
"Mom, Dad, we're here," I call.
"Living room!" Mom calls back. We walk into the living room and Mom and Dad get up to greet us.
"What brings you two to Forks?" Mom asks.
"We have something we need to tell you," I say. Mom looks down at my hand, much like Esme, but this time it's covered by my sleeve.
"My baby's engaged!" Mom shrieks as she lifts my left hand, bouncing on her feet. She pulls the sleeve up and stops bouncing. "Wait," she mumbles, confused.
"We're not engaged," I say.
"Then what is it?" she asks. Dad makes an unhappy grunt before answering for me.
"She's knocked up, Renee," he crosses his arms and glares at Edward. "Well are you going to marry her, Boy?" he asks Edward.
"I, erm," Edward splutters.
"You better damn well be marrying her! What's your plan, huh?" He rants before I cut him off.
"Dad, knock it off! I'm pregnant, yes, but that doesn't mean Edward and I have to get married," I say sternly.
"Oh really," Dad raises an eyebrow. "Is that what's best for your child?" he challenges.
"Don't," I say angrily. "Don't even think about guilt tripping me."
"If guilt tripping works then I'm going to guilt trip you! What happens if he leaves you?" he points to Edward.
"What makes you think he's leaving?" I raise my voice. "He told me he's sticking around."
"How can you be so sure you can trust him?" Dad asks.
"Edward, sweetie, can you help me in the kitchen?" Mom asks as she pulls him out of the room.
"I can't believe he got you pregnant and isn't going to marry you," he grumbles.
"This isn't just his fault, Dad. It takes two people to conceive. Plus, he knows I'd tell him no anyways."
"And why the hell would you do that?" he asks bewildered.
"Because I'm not ready to marry him. We've been dating for four weeks!"
"And you're pregnant already?"
"I got pregnant before we started dating again. I'm six weeks into it," I say.
"So it's not Edward's?" he furrows his eyebrows.
"Of course it's Edward's, Dad! We weren't dating at the time!" He starts to walk past me but I stop him by placing a hand on his chest. "Don't start any trouble," I say.
"I don't understand, Bell," he sighs. "I thought you were smarter than this." My mouth drops open at his statement and tears prick at my eyes.
"Sorry I'm such a disappointment," I say, hurt evident in my voice, before walking away from him and darting up the stairs. I slam my door and fall onto my bed before the sobs let loose.
EPOV
Renee and I sit in the kitchen while Charlie and Bella fight.
"Don't mind, Charlie," Renee says as she sets a mug of coffee in front of me. I smile in thanks before taking a sip. "He's just mad his baby girl is growing up."
"I think he's more angry towards me for being the guy to break her heart and then re-enter her life only to get her pregnant."
"How do you feel about this whole situation?" she asks, not denying my last statement.
"Honestly? I'm okay with it," I shrug. "I mean, it's an unexpected turn of events for Bella and me. It's from before we started dating. Actually, about two weeks before we started dating. But it's brought Bella and me closer. I think I'm ready to be a father."
"And you're not going to marry her?" she asks. "I'm not trying to sound scolding, I'm just curious."
"She'd tell me no if I were to ask her right now. She'd tell me I was only asking because of the baby and because Charlie brought it up. I'm going to wait until I know she'll say yes. I'm not going to leave her," I assure Renee, "not until she wants me to go."
The arguments in the other room dies down before I hear footsteps pound up the stairs and a door slam. Charlie comes into the kitchen looking exhausted. I excuse myself and walk up to Bella's room, knocking a few times before entering.
She's lying face down on her bed, crying. I kick my shoes off before joining her. I lie on my back and pull her to me. She sniffles and rests her head on my chest.
"He's being so difficult!" she rants. "Why can't he just be happy for us like your parents were?"
"Because I was the one that was lying for those five months we dated last year. I was the reason you were hurt. Your father has a reason not to like me and he's holding onto it."
"That's so stupid, though," she cries. "If I can let it go and move on then so should he."
"I think he can let it go but I don't think that would make him any happier that we're together. He thinks I'm going to hurt you again. I promise you, Bella, I will do my best not to hurt you again."
"I trust you," she says. Those three little words make my heart skip a beat before beating wildly. I am beyond happy at her words.
BPOV
I fall asleep in Edward's arms, mentally exhausted from my fight with Dad and my crying.
When I wake up Edward's gone but the bed next to me is fairly warm. I feel nauseas and go to the bathroom but the door is closed and the shower is running. I dart down the stairs and into the kitchen where I puke all the cookies from earlier out.
"Oh, Honey," Mom says sympathetically as she comes over and holds my hair. I cough up a little bit more before I groan and wash out the sink.
"Sorry," I croak.
"Don't start apologizing," she scolds lightly. "Morning sickness is the worst." I rinse my mouth out before Mom drops my hair and I back away from the sink. I see Dad sitting at the table.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Peachy," I smirk sarcastically. He frowns and sighs.
"We need to talk," he says.
"If you're going to make me feel worse then I don't want to talk to you."
"We just need to straighten some things out," he assures me. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out as I go and sit at the table across from him.
"I am happy for you," he starts and I go to interrupt him but he holds a hand up to silence me. "Let me talk, then you can say whatever you'd like," he assures me. "I'm happy that you and Edward have found a way to be together again. I'm happy that you two are having a child together and blessing your mother and I with a grandchild. I'll admit, I acted wrongly earlier, but I was caught off-guard and my father senses kicked in. Please understand that I do like Edward—he's a great guy and if he makes you happy then I'm supporting you two fully—but I don't like the past you have with him. I take full responsibility for what happened between you two, but I did tell him that he wasn't allowed to date you while he was doing this assignment. He went against my orders and dated you anyways. I know you still haven't fully forgiven me for last year, but I hope you can forgive my behavior earlier because it was uncalled for," he finishes. He motions for me to talk and I think about what to say for a moment before speaking.
"I know this is a lot to take in at once, but Dad, Edward and I weren't exactly planning on having a child. And it's not something we can undo. As adults, though, we've decided to have this child and care for it together. We have had a bumpy past, I know, but I love him. You and Mom have had fights but you get over it, because you love her. I've forgiven him and I trust him. Please stop belittling him every single time you get the chance. It not only makes him uncomfortable to be here, but it makes me uncomfortable to be here too. All you're doing by taking your anger out on him is pushing me farther and farther away. I want you in my child's life but if you keep up your rude behavior that's not going to happen." Dad sighs before talking.
"I'm going to be on my best behavior from now on. I'm going to try my best to be the father I used to be. I seem to have forgotten how to be a good father these past few months and I'm losing my baby girl because of it."
"I'm going to be honest, Dad. I don't think I'll ever be a Daddy's Girl again. You're forgiven for hiring Edward to babysit me and for your behavior, but I don't think we'll be that close again. I'm still your baby girl but I'm not you Daddy's Girl."
"I understand," he purses his lips. "Can I just ask you one thing?" I nod. "What happened to no sex before marriage?"
"Why does that rule only apply to me?" I shoot out. "Don't tell me you weren't aware of Emmett and Rose having sex under your roof while we were in high school because I know you were. And Jasper has had sex with multiple girls here. I'm the only one who hasn't had sex under your roof and you're asking me that question?"
"You're right, it was just a question," he huffs. I get up from the table and go to the fridge. I pull out some leftovers they have and heat it up. My stomach is grumbling loudly because it's empty again. This is probably going to end up in the toilet anyways but it's worth a try.
"Honey, let me order some food or something. You need more than just that small helping," Mom says.
"It's not going to stay down anyways," I sigh. I pull it out of the microwave and grab a fork before digging in.
Edward comes downstairs and into the kitchen a few minutes later. I smile at him and he grins back before sitting next to me and throwing his arm around the back of my chair. I can tell he's nervous about being in the same room as my dad.
"So, Edward, when do you get to go back into the field again?" Dad asks.
"Next week, hopefully," he says, noticeably relaxing. "I'll just have to take another officer with me because I'm still not a hundred percent." Dad nods and I push the little remains of food I have around the dish.
"I want to apologize for my behavior earlier," Dad says to Edward. "It was out of line and I'm going to be on my best behavior from now on."
"It's no problem, Charlie. I can understand where you're coming from. I felt the same way when my sister's ex-fiancé left her." Dad nods again. I can feel the food coming back up and I try to will it to stay down. I rest my head on the cool wood of the table, close my eyes, and take deep breaths through my nose.
"Are you okay?" Edward asks as he pulls some hair behind my ear. I nod and swallow thickly. I shake my head as I feel the food winning the battle to exit my body and spring up from the table and dash over to the sink. Edward's right behind me to hold my hair. I cough up the little bit of food I ate into the sink. I groan once I'm finished.
"When does this stop?" I whine. "Rose doesn't have it this bad."
"Not all pregnancies are alike, Sweetheart," Edward says and wets a piece of paper towel before handing it to me. I wipe my mouth and throw it out.
"I had morning sickness throughout most of my pregnancy with Emmett," Mom says and hands me a cup of water. I rinse my mouth out before drinking the rest.
"Great," I groan. "I think I'm going to go sleep for a little while longer." I go up to my room and lie with my back on the bed. I rub my stomach absently as I drift to sleep.
EPOV
"Does she always get morning sickness numerous times a day? That was her second time since she's been up," Renee purses her lips.
"She got sick at my parents' house too," I say. "It's normally not that bad but it could be getting worse as her pregnancy progresses." I sit back down at the table. "I can't bring home Chinese food anymore and I can tell she's really missing it. Just the smell of it makes her sick."
"That's how I was but with Indian food," Renee says. "Even if Charlie came home smelling like it I would be sick."
"I think I had a harder time with that than you did," Charlie snorts. I smile lightly and look towards the stairs, debating whether or not she would want me up there.
"Why don't you two stay for the night," Renee invites. "I don't want to wake her up and I don't want you guys driving home late."
"Thanks Renee, I think we'll take you up on that offer," I smile. Charlie's cell phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it.
"I'm going to make sure he's on his best behavior," Renee assures me. I smile at her gratefully. Charlie comes back in grumbling under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Renee asks.
"James is getting out of bail. Good behavior and what not," he spits. "Dammit," he slams his hand down on the table.
"Charlie," Renee scolds. "Your daughter is sleeping upstairs. Don't you dare wake her. She's going to have plenty of sleepless nights ahead of her." I grind my teeth in anger at the thought of James being out of jail and that much closer to Bella. I sigh before getting up. "I'm going to go lie down with Bella."
"You're not married," Charlie starts but Renee slaps his head, much like Rose does to Emmett. "Kidding," he mutters sheepishly. I almost smile and walk up the stairs into Bella's room. I shut the door and pull off my shirt and jeans before climbing into bed next to her.
I notice she's wearing her jeans so I start unbuttoning them.
"All you have to do is ask," she mumbles sleepily. I laugh as I pull her pants to her ankles. She lazily kicks them off and out of the bed.
"You seem too tired to be able to handle that," I laugh. "And besides, your parents are just down the stairs." She turns to face me and tilts her head up to kiss me. I pull he body against mine by her hips and her hand dips between us. I feel my cock stir in my boxers as her hand palms it through the material. I groan into her mouth and place my hand over hers.
"You do realize this is going against the doctors orders, don't you?" I mumble against the skin of her neck before nipping at it.
"Well let me take control and we won't have to risk hurting your shoulder," she breathes before moaning. Fuck, that's hot. She pushes my stomach so I lay on my back. She pulls her shirt over her head and straddles me, her cloth-covered pussy sitting on my cloth-covered cock. I pull her head down so our lips meet and she begins to grind herself against me. She lifts her hips before pulling my boxers down to my knees, not able to get them further. I rip the thin, offending material from her hips and she squeals excitedly. I shush her before pulling her mouth back to mine.
Bella grabs my cock in her tiny hand and lowers herself onto me. I gasp at the familiar tingles running through my body that I had missed these past several weeks of abstinence. She moans and pulls away from me, straightening out her back and exposing her taut breasts to me. She begins to rock her hips, lifting herself up and lowering herself back down whilst doing so. I grab her hips and help guide her while my hips buck themselves up towards her, willing my cock to go further into her.
"Bella," I groan as I feel myself getting close. I bring my hand to her clit and begin rubbing it harshly with my thumb. She opens her mouth but only breathy moans escape. Her nose scrunches and I feel her walls start to clamp around my cock, sending me closer to my impending orgasm. Her movements quicken before I feel her coming around me. Her whole body shakes while my hips continue to buck into her. I reach my climax and once my load is spilled my movements stop. Her small body collapses onto mine, her quick breaths mimicking mine.
"Will you two knock it off?" Charlie yells from downstairs. Bella giggles and buries her head into my neck. I groan as I hold her to me with no intentions of letting her go.
BPOV
The next morning we walk downstairs in full walk-of-shame mode. Well, I'm wearing most of the same clothes as yesterday. I'm without panties thanks to someone ripping them.
Thankfully neither Mom nor Dad say anything about last night.
I was so close to telling Edward I loved him last night, but I'm waiting for him to say it first this time. It's only fair, right? I said it first last time now he has to say it first.
We say our goodbyes to my parents before hitting the road.
"Would you like something to eat?" Edward asks about an hour into the drive after hearing my stomach rumble. Edward took the liberty of jacking my keys so he could drive and after a small argument I gave in.
"I don't want to throw up," I say.
"You still have to eat, though," he lectures.
"A burger would be nice," I shrug. Edward stops at the nearest fast food restaurant and orders me a burger, large fry, and large chocolate shake.
Edward starts driving while I dig into my food, stealing a fry every now and then. I manage to keep the food down this time.
I fall asleep sometime on the ride home. Edward lifts me from the car and I sigh sleepily before wrapping my arms around his neck.
Larry greets him in a soft voice, probably seeing I'm half asleep, although he probably thinks I'm fully asleep.
"You didn't have to carry me," I mumble into his neck once we get out of the elevator.
"You're supposed to be asleep," he chuckles. He fumbles with the lock before getting the door open. He walks me into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. I kick my shoes off and pull off my jeans before pulling the covers over me.
Edward lies next to me and holds me in his arms and kisses my shoulder before uttering the three little words I'd been longing to hear for the past few weeks.
"I love you."
Hey everyone!
Thanks for sticking with me during my absence! I never did find my flash drive :/ and there are some parts that I liked better in my original chapter but I say that for writing this in three days, I am pretty happy with it. Thanks again for reading it and so sorry about not getting you guys teasers! I hope you understand why I didn't get them out to you.
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Nikki