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Chapter Twelve

Bella Swan

I felt great for about two hours after the ultrasound then I felt like I was going to be sick again. Edward gave me another dose of the Zofran, which immediately kicked in and made me feel sleepy but silly and great at the same time. We were in my bed, on our sides facing each other.

"Mmm, Edward?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked and I hitched my leg around his waist. I didn't really have anything to say. He grinned at me, sliding his hand up my thin white t-shirt, which had replaced my hoodie, and stroking my side. I giggled because I was extremely ticklish, which he knew. He slowly moved his hand up until he was touching the side of my bare breast. Watching my face, he gently moved his fingers over the swell of my breast to my nipple and pinched gently. I whimpered softly.

"Bella, have we figured things out?"

I shook my head.

"Alright," Edward moved his hand back to my side with a sigh. I bit my lip and grabbed his hand, moving it back to my chest, moaning when his fingers tweaked my hard nipple. He gently pushed me onto my back and lifted my shirt up to expose my breasts to him. I knew it was too soon and that I should hold out longer and I'd just spent the last day and a half feeling like crap but… he felt so good.

I arched my back as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and tugged on the other with his hand. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his hips against my own. Pulling his face up and away from my chest, I kissed him hard on the lips. Parting my lips, I tangled my tongue with his. He pulled away for a second, unwinding my legs from around his waist so he could pull my yoga pants and panties down. I helped him by kicking them off then unbuttoned his jeans, annoyed when I was met with more buttons. I hated button flies.

Laughing breathlessly, he finished undoing the buttons and pushed them down followed by his boxers then settled back between my legs, kissing me. He rubbed the head of his cock along my folds, aligning himself with my entrance when I snapped out of my haze. He had almost cheated on me.

"Wait!"

Edward frowned, "What, what's wrong?" He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit and I threw my head back, moaning.

"Wait, wait! Oh, that feels… no, Edward, we have to talk!"

He groaned softly and moved away, kneeling between my legs, "We talked, baby."

"But… we didn't decide what we're doing. If we're going to be together… if you'll be faithful to me from now on," I whispered.

"I swear to God, baby. I swear on my life, I will never ever do anything like that again. I want to be with you, only with you. For the rest of my life."

That did it. I reached forward, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him down so I could kiss him deeply. He took that as the go ahead and resumed rubbing his cock along my slick folds.

"Fuck me, Edward," I whimpered. I was finally rewarded when he thrust into me, groaning my name loudly. I looked up at him and bit my lip as he stayed fully sheathed inside of me for almost a full minute before he started pumping his hips slowly.

"You feel so good around me, Bella. I've missed you so much," he whispered as he peppered kisses all over my face. I nodded, running my hands through Edward's hair. It was so soft and he felt so good in me, so good all over me.

"Oh… oh, I missed you too," I whimpered as he hit my clit with each movement, "Edward… mmm…"

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, staring into my eyes. It made it so much more intense, somehow. I felt the tightening in my belly and knew I was already close. It had been far too long. Edward kept my gaze as his hips met mine a little more erratically. We were both sweaty and panting heavily. On his final thrust, he hit the spot deep inside me that made me scream his name, clenching around him and milking him as he came with me.

"Bella," he murmured, falling to his elbows and trying not to put his weight on me, "I love you, Bella."

My heart skipped a beat and I played with his hair, a little out of breath from both the sex and the declaration. He rolled off of me, clearly disappointed at the fact that I didn't respond. I kissed him softly before going to the bathroom to clean up and change.

When I came back, we watched The Hangover. His laughter made me laugh harder and I felt so much better than I had since Christmas Eve, when he first picked me up. I kissed him a hundred times. When the movie was over, we laid on our sides facing each other. My leg was hitched on his hip and he was stroking my side gently. Just like how the night had started. I was almost asleep when I remembered there was something I had to tell him and it couldn't wait until the morning.

"Mmm, Edward?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly.

"I love you, Edward," I murmured, asleep before I could hear his answer.

~*~

I woke up early the next morning before Edward for once. He usually was awake and making breakfast long before I even started stirring. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and saw it was actually almost eleven, not so early. My stomach grumbled. I felt realized that I felt better… much better and that I was starving. I got up, careful not to disturb Edward and wandered into the kitchen, debating what sounded good. It had been eggs and bacon almost every day for the past two months but I wanted something different.

Pancakes.

I grinned because I knew Edward loved them. I got out the ingredients, humming as I mixed and measured. By the time Edward got out of bed, I had made a dozen huge pancakes and had the table set.

"Mmm, pancakes," he said as he picked up the plate with the stack on it and carrying it to the table, "I hope you made yourself some, too."

"Ha, ha. Funny, I'm starving," I told him as I got the maple syrup and chocolate syrup out and set them on the table then grabbed the bowl of strawberries I had cut up while the pancakes cooked and put that on the table, too.

Edward was kind of gross. He always poured a ton of chocolate syrup on his pancakes. Completely smothered them, then topped it off with a little bit of maple syrup and any fresh fruit he could find. Today was no exception.

"Can you even taste the pancakes underneath all that crap?" I asked, scrunching up my nose.

He took a bite and nodded, "Fucking delicious."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the one with weird cravings," I cut up my pancakes then and ate them plain with no syrup. In between bites of pancakes, I picked the bigger chunks of strawberries out of the bowl, moaning softly. Edward shifted in his seat and I laughed because my 'food sex' noises were turning him on.

In the end, we finished all twelve pancakes. He ate seven, I ate five. It was a rare instance in which Edward ate more than me. I rubbed my stomach, groaning softly as I stretched.

"Best breakfast ever, baby. You should make me breakfast every morning," he joked, helping clean up the plates and put everything away.

"Mmm, every morning until we go back to school I will," I smiled at him and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.

"I've gotten used to falling asleep with you," he said, standing behind me with his hands on my hips.

"We have to use our own apartments sometimes, Edward," I shut off the water and turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I thought you were going to consider moving in with me," he said and I frowned because I'd never said I'd be the one moving in with him. In fact, I'd balked at the idea of moving in together and I kind of wondered if he was trying to trick me. But if we were going to be together, we might as well go all in.

"Wouldn't you be the one moving in here?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, "My apartment is bigger and paid for." I knew he still had a mortgage on his because he had mentioned needing to take the check over.

"Paid for? How the fuck did you pay for this on a teacher's salary? Actually, how do you do most of the things you do if you haven't touched your trust?"

I sighed loudly, pulling away from him, "I have… other money."

"You have other money," he repeated, "so you have a trust fund, that you haven't touched and could live off for the rest of your life while supporting our kid, and you have enough other money that you paid off your mortgage in a really fucking expensive apartment building in Chicago and buy all sorts of designer shit for kids who aren't even yours? Not to mention your car. Do you have school loans?"

"No," I mumbled, looking at my feet, I felt an anxious feeling build in my chest. "Alright, I'll tell you but let's go sit down."

He nodded and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling me into his lap. I shook my head and scooted off his lap so I was sitting on the couch next to him and stared at the coffee table.

"So, my dad, Charlie, was a cop. The chief of police, actually, in a town called Forks in Washington?" I looked at him but knew he wouldn't know where it was. He shook his head.

"Well, it was this tiny little town. I guess it's still this tiny little town, sometimes I feel like it ceased to exist when… anyway… it rains like, all the time. Maybe that's not even the beginning." I paused, biting my lip. I was jumping all over the place, I didn't know where to start or how to explain, "Renee, my mother, left Charlie when I was just a few months old. She took me with her and it killed him. They had only been together for a little while when she got pregnant and they got married right away so they were only together for a year and a half at most but he was devastated. He had been so excited for me to be born then she stole it away from him…

"I lived with him off and on but mostly with Renee in Phoenix. Sometimes she'd start dating a guy who wasn't fond of kids," I looked at him with raised eyebrows, "and she'd send me to Charlie for months at a time. It really confused me when I was three and four and being shipped back and forth between a really sunny place and a really rainy one. But Charlie always made it fun and said it was an adventure. I remember being hysterical whenever I had to leave him.

"Anyway, Renee started dating a minor league baseball player named Phil at the end of my sophomore year of high school. She wanted to travel with him so I ended up back with Charlie. Um, I'm really grateful now though I was a brat about it then because I had really good friends and I didn't want to leave them. But it allowed me to spend time with my father…" I took a deep breath, always having a hard time when I got to this part. He stayed silent so I could continue.

"So, um, I guess Renee was reluctant to marry Phil because she was still getting alimony and child support from Charlie even though I didn't live with her and I guess she thought if they got married, he'd take away not only the alimony but the child support. I graduated the summer before I turned eighteen. I'm still surprised I managed it, you know, because I was back and forth so much?" He nodded, taking my hand in his and squeezing gently.

"So I graduated and Renee wanted me to go to school in Phoenix but I wanted to take time off because I'd graduated early and I felt like after all that hard work, I deserved a break. We fought about it a lot. Charlie would always tell me it would be alright and that I was making a good decision," I bit my lip, thinking back to how stressed I always felt during that period of time.

"Right after I turned eighteen, Renee and Phil got married. And Charlie… got into a car accident and didn't make it. It turned out that he had this huge accidental life insurance policy. It was apparently something he'd started when he found out Renee was pregnant and had paid into for all those years. After the divorce… he had it changed to state that if Renee remained unmarried, the policy went to her but if she was married… it all went to me," I let out a deep breath, staring at the carpet. I was grateful that Edward was letting me get this all out. Grateful he wasn't stopping me every two seconds and asking questions, like most people who heard this story did.

"Renee was… livid, Edward. She was mad at Charlie. He had died… he had been run off the road by a drunk driver in the rain and suffered for hours before he bled out… and she was mad at him for making sure I would be taken care of," I took a deep breath, trying to stop the sobs that were building. Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me tightly against him.

"We fought, a lot. She wanted me to give her money. She didn't care what money it was. She was mad that her parents left me everything and that Charlie left me everything. Maybe I was selfish but I felt like she didn't deserve anything. She's still bitter about it," I mumbled, "I've never told her the full amount that I got but between the life insurance, the house, his savings and everything," I shrugged and wiped my eyes.

"I feel bad for not telling Renee about the baby but, um, I would have called my dad the second I found out that I'm pregnant, Edward. Because he'd promise me that everything would be alright and I'd know he was telling the truth because that's what Charlie did, Edward. He made everything alright," I finished, looking at him and worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. I wondered if he'd think I was selfish for not giving Renee any of the money.

He used his thumb to move my lip from my teeth and kissed me softly, rocking me gently as I cried softly.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Bella. I shouldn't have asked…" he tightened his hold on me, "Your mom… God, I don't think I even want her involved in our child's life. Look how she's made you feel… she fucking sent her toddler away because of who she was dating? She took you away from your dad when he wanted you so badly? I think I'd die if you did that to me at this point," he looked furious and I nodded. He wiped the tears away from under my eyes, "Is she still married to that guy?"

I nodded again, feeling exhausted after that conversation.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, B. But I promise that I'll take care of you and my parents already love you because I do, you don't need her. Our kid doesn't need her. And you can tell him stories every day about your dad, tell him how great he was and that way our baby will always know he has a… Charlie… watching out for him."

I smiled softly at him and wished it was that simple, "We'll see. I can't imagine not telling her at all, I don't want to act like it's some sort of dirty secret but I'm just not ready. But I like the idea about telling the baby stories. I think that's a sweet idea."

"Let's go shower. Then I was thinking we could take the video from the ultrasound yesterday and show it off…"

I laughed and stood up, "Who do you want to show our kid off to?"

"How would you feel about my parents?" he stood too and leaned down, leaving opened mouthed kisses along my neck.

"Mmm, you play dirty, Cullen," I tilted my head and moaned softly, "We could stay here and do this all day."

"And I'm the one that plays dirty, Swan?" he murmured against my skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as he guided me to the bathroom, only pulling away to take our shirts off before kissing me hard on the lips. I pushed his boxers down and wiggled out of my pants, not breaking out kiss. I moaned softly into his mouth as he shut the bathroom door behind us. I giggled at him doing that until he turned me around and I saw us in the full-length mirror.

"Oh," I breathed as he stood behind me, his cock pressing against the small of my back.

"Do you see how beautiful you are, baby?" he palmed my breasts and I moaned, leaning my head against his chest. "Have you ever seen yourself have an orgasm?"

I shook my head, blushing because I wasn't sure if I wanted to.

"Mmm, there's nothing more beautiful…" he said softly as he slid his right hand down my stomach and between my thighs, cupping my sex. My breath hitched and I spread my legs a bit and he grinned at me in the mirror. He dipped his pointer finger into my folds, "You're soaked, Isabella."

I whimpered softly. Suddenly, he slipped his finger into me and started rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time. I cried out, staring at his face in the mirror. His brows were knitted together in concentration as he used his left hand to pinch and tug on my nipples.

"Edward," I whined and he pushed a second, followed soon by a third finger into me. I was thrusting my hips against his fingers and crying out his name over and over.

"Watch your face, baby," he murmured as he twisted his fingers, sending me over the edge. I watched as my face scrunched up and my mouth form a perfect 'O' as I let out a strangled noise. "Fucking beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I leaned against him as I tried to catch my breath.

He gave me a second to relax before moving his hand away from me and grinning as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.

"Mmm, Edward… no one's ever made me get off like that," I finally felt steady on my feet and walked over, bending at the waist to start the shower. He was behind me and I yelped as he ran his hand down my ass, sliding his thumb between my cheeks and ghosting it over my entrance.

"Has anyone ever been here before, Isabella?" his voice was husky and sent shivers down my spine. I shook my head, unable to speak. "Good. One day, I'll be the first," he murmured, stepping away from me.

I stood and looked at him with wide eyes, making him laugh.

"You look so innocent right now," he stepped into the shower then held his hand out to help me in, "but I know you're anything but."

I took his hand and stepped in but instead of releasing my hand, he brought it down to his cock. I grinned at him and lightly ran my fingers along his length before dropping to my knees in front of him. I held the base of his cock in my hand as I swirled my tongue around the head, licking the pre-cum that had gathered there and moaning softly.

He groaned and buried one hand in my hair, tugging gently. I took him into my mouth and relaxed my throat, letting him guide me. Soon, he was pumping into my mouth and essentially fucking it. I kind of loved how he took control when it came to sex. I sucked harder, knowing he was close. Then I very carefully allowed my teeth to graze his length on the next thrust and he froze.

"Oh, God, Bella," he ground out as he came down my throat. I swallowed then released him from my mouth gently and stood.

"Mmm, I love the way you taste," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him as the water ran down our bodies.

"We better actually shower now or I'm going to bend you over and fuck you," he said as he handed me my shampoo. He grabbed the bottle of his favorite shampoo that he'd left and washed his own hair, standing under the spray to rinse. I took my time, washing and conditioning my long hair. He finished and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist before standing at the sink to shave his face. I shaved my legs and rinsed off then shut off the water and stepped out. I grabbed my robe and tied it.

I watched him finish shaving as I combed the knots out of my hair, wringing the extra water out over the tub.

He called his parents as I was blow drying my hair and they wanted to go out to dinner after watching the video of the ultrasound. I was already hungry though, so I told Edward we needed to stop somewhere on the way so I didn't turn into a jerk. Edward was already ready to go when I was just finishing up my hair and make up so I let him go through my secret lingerie bags and pick out what he wanted me to wear. Of course, he picked out a set from the La Perla bags. He held up the white and black lace push up bra and matching thong and I raised my eyebrows, "You sure?"

"Very sure," he smirked and I put the set on. He made me twirl in front of him and felt up my bare ass, "Mmm, perfect."

"I'm not doing you at your parents' house, Edward," I went over to my closet and looked for something to wear. It took a while but I finally decided on a black dress that looked like a men's button up shirt but form fitting. It had three-quarter length sleeves and it cinched right below my breasts. They looked gigantic, thanks to the push up bra. I smoothed the dress over my stomach.

"Do I look pregnant?" I asked him, "Or just fat?"

"Is this a trick question? You look pregnant," he said as he rubbed my stomach, "you ready?"

I shook my head, pulling on black tights and looking in my closet for shoes. I hummed softly as I looked. I was apparently taking too long because Edward came over and grabbed a pair of dark blue flats, handing them to me. I laughed and put them on, "I'm surprised you didn't pick heels."

"I like the heels but I also like how tiny you are. I can see right down your dress," he grinned and unbuttoned the next button on my shirt dress.

"Edward… if you can see it, everyone else can," I reminded him as I put on my B necklace. I was admiring how it looked in the mirror when Edward's hands were suddenly re-doing the button he'd just undone. I rolled my eyes and made sure the necklace was still visible.

"Now are you ready?" he was impatient but he looked handsome in his black pants and dark blue button up shirt. I wondered if that's why he picked out the blue shoes and smiled at the thought, "I am!"

"Finally," he muttered and I grabbed my purse and jacket, bundling up. Chicago winters were freezing and it was times like these that I missed Phoenix. He did the same, making sure to grab the camcorder, the whole point of the visit. I brought the ultrasound pictures because I wasn't sure how the video had come out.

We got to my car and I handed Edward the keys, not feeling like driving. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in, feeling sleepy after the emotional afternoon. I smiled at him when he got into the driver's side and we both buckled up. I closed my eyes and fell asleep before we were out of the parking garage.

~*~

I woke up when I felt a rush of cold air but didn't open my eyes, not wanting to leave the warmth. I heard Edward's laughing and him telling someone that I couldn't seem to stay awake for car rides that lasted more than five minutes lately. A door shut and it was warm again and I snuggled against my still heated seat. A minute later, the door on my side opened and Edward leaned over, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Come on, Bella, wake up," he said quietly and I heard another voice tell him to let me sleep. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it in my hazy state. I felt Edward lift me but I felt so sleepy that despite the cold, the gentle rhythm of him walking lulled me back to sleep.

~*~

"Bella," Edward was shaking my shoulder, "it's time to go to dinner."

I blinked my eyes open and frowned at him, confused about where we were. I wiggled my toes and realized that someone had taken off my shoes. And my jacket, scarf and gloves. I felt so comfortable and warm that I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming.

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty. You're probably starving," he said as he pulled the blanket off me. I sat up and looked around, running my fingers through my hair. We were in someone's bedroom. It looked like it belonged to a teenage boy.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked my voice scratchy from sleep.

"My parents' house," he said and I realized that this was probably his old room.

"Mmm, how long have we been here?" I stood up and looked around for my shoes.

"Two hours. We were waiting for you to wake up on your own. We watched the ultrasound video without you. Sorry," he didn't sound very apologetic and I realized that it was probably annoying that he'd brought me home to see his parents and I'd slept.

"God, Edward, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired…"

"You're still tired?"

"No, I just meant… in general. I'm sorry, I ruined tonight," I said softly, still looking for my shoes.

"Your shoes and stuff are downstairs. Tonight's not ruined, you just missed the video," he said before kissing me and taking my hand, leading me down the stairs. Carlisle and Esme were standing by the door, clearly waiting and I felt my face flush.

"I'm so, so sorry, I really didn't mean to fall asleep…" I said to Edward's parents as he grabbed my shoes.

"You've had a rough week, it's natural that your body would try to recover come of its lost sleep," Carlisle said, patting my shoulder and giving his son a look that clearly said he thought he was involved it making my week rough.

Esme hugged me then beamed at me, "You're also growing a baby and you need plenty of rest. Now, let's go. Edward said you haven't eaten since noon. You must be starving."

My stomach growled, confirming that Esme was right and she laughed lightly, patting my bump gently. I slipped my feet into my shoes and Edward helped me into my jacket. I smiled at him because his parents were so nice and he had really good manners. I commented on this fact to Esme on the ride to the restaurant.

"Of course, it was a lot of work but we finally got them to stick," she laughed. Edward's ears turned red and I reached over, holding his hand.

We were seated right away when we got to the restaurant, even though it seemed crowded. But the Cullen name had a lot of sway in Chicago. We ordered and the food was brought out faster than I've ever seen at a restaurant like this.

People kept stopping by the table to talk to either Carlisle or Esme and I was introduced over and over as Edward's friend. After the third person looked pointedly at my stomach then ring finger, I felt a little indignant. Did these people not realize that the man who had his hand on my thigh was the father of the child?

I decided it would be best to ignore the people who gave me snide looks and be as nice as I could be to everyone else. Edward's hand started sliding up higher with each drink he had and it tickled. I kept giggling which made him laugh.

By the time dessert came, Edward was slightly toasted and I was so full I didn't think I would ever eat again. And by slightly, I meant really and by ever again, I meant five minutes.

Carlisle and Esme were fun to be around, despite all of their high society friends. They treated me well and that's all that mattered and their son was my favorite person in the world, who was also currently feeling me up right in front of them.

I took a bite of the cheesecake covered with strawberries and moaned softly. Edward snorted softly. His fingers were rubbing me gently through my tights and panties and I squirmed, trying to hide another moan with another bite of food.

"Are you alright, Bella, dear? You're a little flushed," Esme said from across the table.

I nodded, "Mmhmm, I'm great…"

"Just a little over heated, right, baby?" Edward grinned at me as he pressed his fingers against my clit.

"Oh. Totally. Uh huh, Edward," I was starting to breathe a little heavier as he rubbed with a little more pressure. Esme gave me a weird look.

Edward smiled, on the outside seeming like a totally caring baby daddy but I knew he was evil, "Maybe we should take a cab home and get your car tomorrow."

I nodded, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Alright," he pulled his hand away and I relaxed but felt so frustrated at the same time, "Mom, Dad, thanks for dinner."

"Yes, thank you so much, it was perfect," I hugged his parents and waved goodbye as we went to get our coats.

"I hope you got lots of rest from that nap, B," he said into my ear, slurring his words slightly and I shivered, "I have big plans for the next few days."

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