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A/N: Okay, so this took a while, I'm sorry. I moved to another city and things were kind off hectic the last couple of weeks. I had no time to work on this story, but now that I'm settled, I decided to write the last couple of chapters.

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Chapter 33 – Spreading the news

BPOV

I lay in my husband's arms and listened to his labored breathing. His deep breaths were soothing and like a sweet and calming melody to this beautiful morning.

The last couple of days were hard, to say the least.

Having to deal with Carlisle's passing wasn't easy especially for Tristan. He wasn't as full of life as he used to be and his smiles were distant and scarce. I would find him on the beach staring into the calm or, sometimes, raging ocean. His tiny shoulders would be slouched as if he had mountains to carry on them and he would hug his knees to his chest.

Whenever I found him in this position, it reminded me of the time Esme and Carlisle got divorced. Edward used to sit in that exact position with a blank expression on his face, just as Tristan was doing nowadays.

Edward stirred but only sighed and turned his head to my side.

I looked at his peaceful sleeping face and sighed happily. He was so beautiful and whenever I looked at him, my stomach would turn upside down and my heartbeat started racing. He was perfection in every way...

I rose to my elbow and reached out to his face with my finger.

I gently traced along the lines on his forehead and smiled before I leaned down to plant a kiss on the silky skin. My finger traced his thick eyebrows down to his cheek until I reached his pillowy soft lips. Lips of perfection, lips I could write sonnets about, lips that had the power to make every part of my body tremble. Lips that portrayed pure passion whenever they touched mine, lips that portrayed love and tenderness whenever they ghosted over my body...

He sighed again and his warm breath wafted over my face. The sweet scent of his breath overwhelmed me and the warmth made me breathless.

"What is going through that mind of yours?" I saw his lips move as I was still staring at them. His voice was hoarse and thick with sleep but there was also a familiar trembling sound in his voice.

I moved my eyes to his and gasped. His eyes were pure green and the love and passion that eliminated from them sent shivers down my spine.

"I was thinking how beautiful you are," I answered before I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled on it.

"Beautiful, huh?" He chuckled.

I nodded.

"You are perfect, Edward, a fucking Adonis in the flesh," I said as I sat back on my heels.

"No, love, you are the perfect one," he slowly rose to his elbows.

"I love you so much," I said with a trembling voice.

"As I love you, love," he said.

His long fingers trailed down my cheeks, shoulders and collarbone before they circle around my nipple. Goosebumps erupted on my white flesh.

"I can never get enough of you, Bella. I'll never be saturated from your love and touch, from being one with you and being connected to you in the most intimate of ways..." He said while cupping my breast and massaging gently.

"Ung," I moaned and threw my head back, giving him more access to my chest.

"Every inch of your body is perfect; your eyes," - he move his hand and gently rubbed over my eyes - "your nose, your cheeks, your lips," -his thumb rubbed over my lips and I parted them slightly. He gently pinched my bottom lip between his fingers before he trailed lower.

"Your neck tastes so sweet and the silkiest of material can't compare to the softness of your skin," - he leaned forward and lathered my neck with open mouth kisses. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me onto him so I was straddling him.

"And these," - he cupped my breasts again and his thumbs rubbed over my erect nipples - "well, these are beyond perfect, love, so soft, so supple and so fucking sexy," he whispered before he leaned in and locked his perfect lips over my nipple. I gasped and threw my head back again when the warmth of his mouth surrounded my nipple and the moist of his tongue swirled around and around causing my body to writhe atop him.

His dick pressed hard against my stomach and I quickly reached for him.

"Aaah," he cried out when I gripped his manhood between my fingers and slowly started to pump. I let my thumb circle the tip of his dick and wiped the pre-cum over the tip. He moaned again and the sound vibrated from his chest.

"I need you," I panted with anticipation.

His hand dipped between us and I cried out with pure ecstasy when he dipped a finger into my opening.

"Your moist warmth is beyond perfect, love," he all but grunted out as I sped up my movements around his shaft.

"Please," I begged when his thumb flattened on my nub.

"Please, what? What do you want, love?" He asked while teasing the hell out of my clit.

"Make love to me, Edward, make love to me," I almost cried with anticipation.

He removed his fingers and I cried from the loss of contact, which left me cold.

His hands gripped my hips and raised me up before he positioned my opening over his now free dick.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and held his gaze while he slowly lowered me onto him. Inch by mind numbing inch he filled me. My muscles convulsed around him as he stretched me inch by inch like he always did when we made love. My tightness brought out sensational pleasures for the both of us and I felt even closer to him.

He filled me completely and I felt his dick throb inside of me.

My arms snaked around his neck and I fisted his hair between my palms before I started moving on top of him. He held my hips firmly, guiding my movements, and soon we found a perfect rhythm.

With every circular movement, his pelvis grinded the swollen nub between my folds and caused the most erotic, most overwhelming sensations.

My body started heating up and with every touch to my clit, I felt that familiar weirdness, that familiar tingling that started in my ears and flowed all the way down to my toes. I knew I was close and it caused my body to speed up our movements. My body longed, craved, and needed a release. I craved the sensations Edward, and only Edward, could cause me.

I leaned down and claimed his lips. Our lips copied the speedy movements of our bodies and our tongues followed suit. It was a kiss of knowing that our bodies was about to explode.

My eyelids started fluttering as everything before me became blurry. My core was all tingly and hyper sensitive. It almost felt like electric currents flowing through my core before the familiar spring coiled in my stomach.

"I'm...ung...cumming...ung," I cried out.

My body had contorted into spasms before I convulsed and started shaking with pleasure. I was unable to keep my eyes open and my lids fluttered before I finally closed them completely as I rode out my orgasm on my husband. My body trembled and convulsed a couple more times as Edward still pumped into me.

My body felt numb from my orgasm as if I was unable to move but the more Edward moved, the more I wanted him again. My core was more than hyper sensitive and before I knew it I was ready to have another orgasm. This time, we came together. We clung to each other while we kissed until our bodies were calm enough to move, or rather able.

Edward rolled us over and moved down to my stomach. He kissed me sweetly all over before he flattened his palm over my belly.

"Most of all, love, our baby that is growing inside of you will be the epitome of perfection," he said out of breath and I giggled.

"I love you, Cullen, you say the most beautiful things," I said with a chuckle.

"I only say what is true, love," he smiled that crooked smile I loved so much. "Why are you so worried?" He asked with concern.

"You know me so well;" I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "I'm worried about Tristan; he's distanced himself from me, he hardly ever smiles and hardly ever talks," I sighed.

"He'll be fine, love. Everybody deals with loss in their own way," he assured me and tucked a strand of my sweaty hair behind my ear. "He is pissed that he only got to spend a few months with him," he clarified.

"And, of course, he is blaming me for that," I sighed. I raked my hands through my hair.

"Bella, Tristan is the most open child I know and if something bothers him he will work through it in his own time. Besides, didn't you tell me that he freaked out when he learned that you kept him from me?" He asked and I only nodded. "Well, I sure as hell think that if he is angry with you because he only got a few months with Carlisle, then he will come talk to you about it, but honestly, our son is not shallow and he would never blame you for having such a short time with Carlisle," he said with a smile.

In my heart, I knew he was right but my mind argued. My heart constricted at the thought of Tristan distancing himself and blaming me.

I remember the time he was pissed at me for not telling him about Edward and in that short while that he didn't talk to me was painful enough.

"I'll have a talk with him if you want?" Edward said as he probably saw the uncertainty in my eyes.

"No," - I shook my head - "I'll talk to him after breakfast," I sighed.

"Don't worry, love," he cupped my cheek and kissed my lips tenderly, "everything will be just fine. Besides, all this worrying isn't good for the baby," he said.

"Speaking of," I chuckled, "everyone has been through a lot lately and we're just so sad and I thought we could tell them about the pregnancy to cheer them up a bit," I said hopefully.

"Really? Because I've been dying to do that," he said excitedly and my heart ached for asking him to keep it a secret until I knew for sure that everything was perfect.

"I'm sorry that I've asked you to keep it a secret, Edward-"

His fingers gently came down on my lips.

"I understood why you asked that, love, and I agreed, remember?"

"Want to tell them at the breakfast table?" I asked.

"Hell yes," he laughed.

We took a long relaxing shower and then headed to the kitchen.

Everybody was chatting and laughing and even Esme smiled every now and then. Charlie looked up when we entered and his face turned crimson red. He mumbled to himself and grabbed his cup of tea.

"What was that, dad?" I asked and if I had known the answer that was about to escape his lips, I would have never asked him.

"I'd like to request another room," he mumbled.

"Why?" I pushed.

"The walls to this house aren't as soundproof as I thought they would be," he clenched his jaw.

"I don't...I don't understand, dad?" I said in total confusion. Edward squeezed my hand and cleared his throat.

Charlie came closer and when he walked past me, he bumped me lightly with his shoulder.

"I know you are married, Bells, but hearing the two of you going at it like bunnies, is definitely not what I want to hear," he whispered.

I felt the heat rise to my face and when Emmett and Jasper snickered, the heat intensified.

"Oh," was all I was able to say.

"Yes, 'oh'," Charlie mumbled with the roll of an eye.

"Anyway, we have some news," Edward broke the awkward silence that hung in the kitchen.

"News? What news?" Esme asked.

"Well, we wanted to wait but decided not to and just tell you guys," Edward said with a huge grin on his face.

"Spill it, Edward," Rose said.

"We're pregnant," he yelled.

"WHAT?" Rose, Alice and Charlie said at the same time but with complete different facial expressions.

Rose looked sad, Alice jumped with joy and Charlie mumbled something like 'that's what you get for acting like bunnies', or something along those lines. It was pretty clear that Charlie heard us last night and this morning and that thought alone made me cringe.

"Congratulations," Esme cried as she hugged us.

Tristan and Abbey were thrilled and Tristan even smiled genuinely.

Rose was pissed that I'd kept it from her and I understood her point completely because she was there when I had Tristan and found out I was pregnant with Abbey. She was the one person I could have trusted and who stood by me through everything.

Charlie congratulated us anyways with a smile at least and a wink.

After breakfast, Rose wanted to talk to me but I asked her if we could do it after I had a talk with my son and she agreed.

Hey, Tris, can we take a walk?" I asked him.

He sighed but didn't say no as he only nodded. Edward kissed me sweetly before Tristan and I walked side-by-side out of the house.

We walked in silence for a couple of minutes until I noticed where we were headed; Carlisle's memorial stone.

"Mom, is this going to be one of those talks where you're going to call me 'baby'?" Tristan asked.

I laughed out loud before I raked my fingers through his hair.

"No, Tris, I promise it's not one of those talks," I chuckled.

His kicked his bare feet into the white sand as we continued our walk to the stone.

When we reached it he knelt in front of it and pushed his fingers into the sand. I noticed a single teardrop rolled down his cheek and I crouched down beside him.

"I miss him, mom, I miss him so much," he cried. His tiny shoulders shook from the sobs that erupted from his chest and I couldn't contain my own tears any longer.

"Oh, Tris, come here," I cried as I pulled him into my arms. I rocked our bodies and let my son cry into my chest for as long as he needed to.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of my arms and wiped his tears away.

"Urm, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" He asked.

"I'm worried about you, Tris. You've been distancing yourself and by doing that I'm scared that you're blaming me for having such a short amount of time with Carlisle-"

"Mom," he interrupted me with a chuckle, "if that was the case, I would've came to you and spoke to you directly. You know me better than anyone else and you know that I won't keep something like that bottled up inside," he said and the reassurance in his voice brought peace to my mind and heart.

"I'm just...I'm sad, mom, and I guess this is how I deal with stuff like this. I'm sorry that I've worried you and I'm sorry that I've been distant," he apologized and I couldn't help but think that he was so mature for his age.

"I love you so, so much, Tristan," I smiled.

"I love you, mom," he said.

"Promise me that you'll come talk to me if you need to," I demanded seriously.

"Mom, I promise. I'm just sad right now but it's nothing to worry about or to have sleepless nights over," he chuckled.

He took a handful of sand and threw it over the stone and then we started walking back. My heart felt so much lighter after my talk with my son

"So, I'm getting another brother or sister?" He asked.

"Yes," I chuckled.

"Honestly, I'd hope for a brother, but a sister would be cool, too," he said.

"Are you excited to become a big brother to another baby?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" He yelled.

I chuckled and sighed when I saw the emerald green of his eyes shine brighter. He looked like my son again and I felt content.

Rose awaited my return and I sighed when I saw her lying in one of the hammocks.

"What's up with Rosie?" Tristan asked and I sighed.

"She's mad that I didn't tell her about my pregnancy," I answered honestly, "will you tell your dad that I'll be right there?" I asked. He nodded and wished me luck as he disappeared into the house.

I slowly walked to the hammock and when she looked up, I saw trails of tears on her cheeks.

"Rose, I'm sorry," I said with a deep sigh. I took a seat on the hammock and it swung from side to side.

"No, Bells, don't be sorry," she smiled sadly. "I am so used to being there for you all the time and us sharing everything with each other that I got jealous for a second that you didn't tell me," she said and her shoulders slouched.

"I just...I wanted to wait until I was in my second trimester and out of danger and I guess I was a bit selfish this time," I admitted.

"Selfish? How?" she asked, confused.

"I didn't have Edward when I first found out I was pregnant with Tristan and it killed me at that time that I didn't have him to share my news with," I said and the memory of that time tore a deep hole in my heart. "When I told him I was pregnant on Christmas day, Rose, you should have seen his face," - I shook my head and sucked in a deep lungful of air - "the love, admiration, joy and excitement mixed together in his eyes and he actually cried with happiness. I wanted to relish in that forever, Rose, and keep it to myself for a while longer," I admitted with a smile.

"I don't blame you, Bells, you've been through so much and I guess I would've done the same if I was in your shoes," she whispered. "It just hurt my feelings that you left me out of this-"

"I know and I'm sorry," I interrupted her.

"Don't be," she shook her head. "I guess I haven't gotten used to Edward being your stronghold now," she chuckled. "Plus, I think I'm still a little jealous," she added it a wink.

"You'll always be my number one," I said to assure her.

"No, Bells, Edward is your number one and that's jut how it's supposed to be," she smiled.

"I love you so much, Rosalie Hale," I sobbed and crawled to her to give her a hug.

"I love you, too, Bells," she sobbed and wrapped he arms around me.

The days on the island were filled with joy and sadness at the same time. Sometimes we would miss Carlisle so much and then other times it felt like he was right there with us and we would laugh and talk like old times.

Charlie and Esme grew closer and it had Edward worried for a moment. He felt that Esme was still dealing with Carlisle's passing and that Charlie should back off but I assured him that they were only friends.

Besides, I knew my father and I knew that even if he had feelings for Esme that he wouldn't be as callous as Edward made him out to be and make a move on Esme. He went through the same thing when my mother passed away and he knew that things like this took time.

Secretly, I hoped and prayed that they would find a way to each other because they were actually perfect for each other. I know that Charlie would never replace Carlisle, but he would make Esme happy and fill the empty void that had been left in her life.

I just hoped that Edward would give them their blessing and not be difficult about it. I hoped that he would want his mother to be happy and to have a fulfilled remainder of her life.

About a month after we spread Carlisle's ashes, we decided that it was time for us to head back home to reality and back to our lives.

It was hard leaving the island behind but we promised ourselves that we'd be back soon.

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