*I don't own these characters

Welcome to Chicago

BPOV

I smiled as I snuggled in my first class seat.

Damn that perfect man for going behind my back and getting me this plush first class seat.

I would have to talk to him about spending so much money on me. The closer the plane got to Chicago, the stronger the tingles in my body grew. I couldn't wait to see my Edward. The rollercoaster of the last couple days finally seemed to be evening out. I smiled knowing that both Em and Rose were going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Emmett had arrived at my house the morning before with Rose and immediately gave me a big bear hug. He told he was sorry for blowing up at me, that he was just worried. He said as long as I was happy, he wanted to meet and know Edward. They proceeded to help me pack and ties things up in Seattle. I said a last goodbye to the Beast, watching Em drive it off to the junkyard. I felt like my life in Forks and Seattle had closure. I would eventually call Jake and let him know of my decision, but decided to put that off. He would likely be upset and I didn't need any more drama.

I saw the lights of Chicago out my window and couldn't keep the grin off my face. Edward had been so cute as I packed. He texted and called all day, acting like a kid on Christmas eve. As soon as the OK was given for cell phones to be turned on, I texted Edward to let him know I had arrived and would see him soon. I got out of the plane and to the luggage terminal as quickly as my clumsy feet could take me. My foot tapped impatiently as I waited for my luggage on the carousel. Finally, grabbing my two huge suitcases and my carry-on bag, I trudged through the doors to look for Edward.

I felt his presence before I even saw his face. The air was filled with electricity and I knew he was near. I suddenly saw a bronze streak just before I was lifted up in his embrace, my bags falling to the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and our lips devoured each other until both of us were out of air. As we broke our kiss, I buried my face in his neck to fill my senses with the scent I had missed so desperately the last two days. We stood there holding each other tight for several minutes before either one of us spoke.

"You're here. You're really here," he said with his face was buried in my hair. I reluctantly pulled away from inhaling his scent to look at him. He was even more perfect than I remembered. My fingers traced every part of his face, from his jaw-line to his cheeks, his perfect nose, to his forehead. We needed to get out of there before I molested him in public.

"I'm here. Please take me home, Edward." His eyes darkened when I said home and he immediately set me down to grab my bags and hurry us to his car. He placed my bags in his black BMW before opening the passenger door for me. As I sat down, he leaned in and kissed me senseless, pulling the seatbelt over me.

"I wanted to make sure you were buckled in tight," he said in a deep voice and grinned at me. He was going to be the death of me. As soon as he closed my door, he rushed over to the driver side and threw himself in, grabbing my hand as if he couldn't stand not to be touching me. I understood that sentiment. I couldn't wait to touch more of him.

Especially his beautiful peen.

Inner bad girl was panting and even inner good girl was lying around in lingerie. My soreness following our first night was completely gone and I was more than ready to get me some more Edward.

"Baby, are you hungry? Do you want to pick something up on the way home?" he asked when we were on the road.

"No, thanks. Unless you want something. I'm not particularly hungry. At least not for food," I said slyly, glancing over at him. He groaned and pressed down on the accelerator.

"How far away is home?"

"We'll be there in about fifteen minutes." He looked over at me. "I took off the next three days. I wanted to spend more time with you and get you settled in."

He's so sweet.

So much time with my Edward. I felt like I was going to explode.

"Also, if it's alright with you, my parents would like us to join them at their house for Sunday dinner. My family tries to get together on Sundays if possible."

Hmmm, meeting the parents. Big step. Oh well, in for a penny in for a pound.

"That sounds nice, Edward. I'd love to meet your family," I told him, squeezing his hand.

"Good, because they can't wait to meet you. I haven't shut up about you." He grinned and pulled my hand up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. "So, have you had a chance to look at the Northwestern curriculum?"

"Not yet, I figured I would have a lot of time on my hands next week while you are at work. Maybe we could drive by the campus sometime in the next few days so you can show me where it is?" I asked him.

"Absolutely, angel. We can do whatever you want. I'm at your service."

He really shouldn't have said that. Inner bad girl was throwing out ideas right and left. I'm sure he saw me blushing.

"What are you thinking over there, beautiful?" I saw his cocky smirk appear.

"Oh, I'm sure I can keep you busy helping me unpack and various other little projects," I said nonchalantly.

Yeah, right. I wanted to keep him busy licking me.

We pulled into a garage under his building a few minutes later. He had three parking spots posted in his name, one of the others inhabited by a large Suburban. As soon as we were parked he jolted out of his door and rushed over to open mine. He pulled me out and closed my door before pressing me back into it, leaning down and kissing me hard. My hands went straight to his hair, keeping hold so his lips stayed molded to mine. I moaned into his mouth when I felt his erection against my stomach.

Suddenly he pulled away, grabbing my bags and leading me in a sprint to the elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor before attacking me again, mumbling something about me being dangerous in elevators. It took only moments before the doors opened and we were at his apartment, or our apartment. He shoved the key in and dropped the bags inside. He grabbed me and pressed me back against the door as he closed it.

I was on my tiptoes trying to keep my mouth on par with his frenetic kisses. He lifted me up again and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding him as my body ached to feel more.

"Fuck baby, I need you," he said as the kisses continued.

I wanted to tell him to get our clothes off immediately, but that required removing my lips from his neck. Instead, I used my hands to send the message as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away. He got the hint, releasing my legs to start tearing at my clothes.

"Edward, I want you so much. Right here." I was proud of myself for being able to speak English. My hands went from his bare chest down to unbutton his jeans. I got them off along with his boxers as he successfully rid me of all my clothes. I moaned when his fingers stroked me, making sure I was ready for him. I knew I was wetter than Niagara Falls and threw my hands around his neck again.

His face was buried in my neck as he grabbed my ass, lifting me and pressing me hard into the door. It felt so good to wrap myself around him. I felt his hand move, guiding his cock inside me. We moaned out simultaneously as he filled me. He started thrusting slow and deep, both of us enjoying the sensation of being connected again.

His lips moved back to mine, and I savored the flavor of his tongue. My body tingled from head to foot as he slid in and out. My hands went to his hair, gripping tightly when he groaned into my mouth.

The build-up of the last two days, plus the foreplay since I landed in Chicago had me so close to exploding already.

"Harder, Edward." I cried out. I needed to feel more of him. He started pounding me with abandon. Each stroke resounding as my ass hit the door. Each thrust giving my clit enough friction to ignite the fire in my abdomen.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like being fucked hard?"

Jesus, he said fuck. I thought I was going to lose it.

"Yes, it feels so good. Unh!" I was mumbling incoherently. He kept going, driving into me over and over. Each time he grunted with effort sent another jolt through me as if my body was hard-wired to the sounds he made.

I was so close.

It didn't take much longer before I exploded. My orgasm was still in full force when I felt him thrust so deep I thought he was going to tear me in two and still his movement.

"Fuck!" he yelled, releasing into me as he rocked gently a couple more times. He breathed heavily in my ear and my legs felt like jello. I didn't think I was going to be able to walk.

I wonder if he would notice if I just crawled around for the next couple days.

I suddenly felt him spin us around so that his back was to the door. He lowered us so he was sitting on the floor with me on top of him. He was still inside me.

"Sorry, baby. I needed to sit down for a minute. I've never felt anything like that before. That was amazing," he said before he started kissing me again.

"That's OK. I was wondering how I was going to explain to you why I was crawling around for the next couple days instead of walking. I don't think I can feel my legs." He laughed as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I'm so happy you are here, Bella." I looked into his emerald eyes and fell even more in love.

"I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, there is no place I would rather be," I told him before crushing my lips back to his.

We continued holding each other and kissing for a long time. Our kisses would go from hard and deep to soft and gentle and back again. I had no idea how much time passed as we sat there wrapped up in each other. I finally realized that his cock, which hadn't seemed to go completely soft, was rock hard again inside me.

I started swiveling my hips as we kissed until he was moaning into my mouth. He released his arms from around me and brought his hands down to grip my waist.

"That feels good, baby," he said, staring in my eyes.

I tucked my legs so I was able to move more easily. His eyes roamed my face and then my breasts. He pulled me closer and leaned down to take one nipple in his mouth...then the other. My hands ran through his tousled hair and I shivered feeling his tongue sliding over my skin.

He leaned back again, moving his hands down from my waist to my hips, lifting me up and down on his cock. I cried out as he started thrusting up when he brought my body down on him. It felt so good. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I bounced up and down.

"Bella, damn this is so good. You feel so good, baby. So tight."

I loved Edward's sex talk. I needed to record him sometime so I could listen to it on repeat.

I watched his eyes close and his lips part as he lifted me faster and faster.

"I'm so close. Can you come for me, baby?"

I ground on him each time we connected fully and knew I was almost there, too. I had already picked up on some of his mannerisms and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. I reached down and started rubbing my clit as I continued bouncing.

"That is so fucking sexy," he said as he watched me.

"Yes, ungh…oh!" I came hard and felt him push up deeply one last time before he spilled into me.

"Yes, baby…fuck," he cried out.

I collapsed into his chest, coming down from my high. We were both panting, sweating and exhausted. He rubbed my back as he buried his face in my neck.

"We are going to christen every inch of this place," he said and I chuckled at him. "Well, not tonight, but eventually," he added.

"So, are you going to give me a tour?" I asked, looking up to see his smile.

"Sorry, angel. I guess we didn't get very far, did we? I can't seem to control myself around you."

"Mmmm, I like it when you are out of control," I hummed in his ear. He moaned softly.

"Baby, we need to get up now or we are never going to get off this floor." I nodded in response. I loved all his pet names for me. He was so affectionate.

He helped me stand up before getting up himself. I looked around at the mess of bags and clothes, realizing I didn't want to deal with any unpacking.

"Why don't we just leave this stuff and I'll deal with it in the morning?" I suggested. I picked up his shirt and slipped it on.

"I think that sounds like a plan, you little vixen." He looked at me with dark eyes. "Hmmm, I think I like seeing you in my clothes," he told me, pulling on his boxers. He walked over to grab my hand. "Let me show you around," he said.

I reached down to get my phone from my purse, shooting a text off to Emmett letting him know I was safe and sound in Chicago. I put my purse on the table before Edward led me into the living room area. He explained to me that Alice and his mom had decorated everything.

I liked the feel of it, modern and chic. The wonderful paintings on the wall intrigued me and I couldn't wait to investigate them further in the light of day. I glanced at his baby grand piano in the corner and wondered how soon I could get him to play for me.

"If there is anything you want to change or bring in, I want you to feel free. This is your apartment, too." He squeezed my hand. I couldn't imagine wanting to change anything.

"Thanks for that, Edward. But, everything is amazing. I'm pretty easy to please." I smiled at him. He pulled me into the next room which looked like a mix between a study and a library. I noticed there were two desks and a lot of unused shelf space. Edward walked over to one of the desks.

"This is your desk. I wanted you to have your own space for studying or writing. Plus, all this shelving here is for your books. If you need more space, just let me know and we'll get it done."

I couldn't believe this man. I ran my hand over the beautiful mahogany desk and imagined how I would set it up. I looked at the shelf space. Of course, my perfect man would be thinking of me and knew my love of books. I walked over and kissed him gently.

"Thank you. This means so much to me," I told him, meaning every word. He grabbed my hand again and led me out.

We entered the dining room next, with a beautiful table which sat six but could be extended to fit twelve. There was a gorgeous hutch with sets of china inside. I would definitely have to inspect that for use during special occasions and dinner parties.

"And now, per your request mademoiselle, here is your kitchen," he said as he led me on. I gasped as he turned on the lights. It was the kitchen of my dreams: granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, top of the line equipment. I was probably salivating, already eager to start cooking in there. I inspected the walk-in pantry and ran my hand over the counter. I was in paradise.

"It's just perfect. I can't wait to start cooking. You're going to be so spoiled by gourmet meals, my beautiful man." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. His arms come around me as he hummed contentedly.

"Anything that puts a smile on your face like that is yours, love. And I can't wait to sample everything you make. I'm glad you like it."

"I don't like it, Edward. I love it. In fact, I think I may leave you for this food processor," I teased. He kept his arms around me, moving me forward to show me the laundry room off the kitchen.

Then we made our way back out and headed in the opposite direction from the study. The last room on the first floor was a sort of den. He had a bar set up in one corner. There was a sectional sofa, which appeared well lived-in and comfortable, in front of the biggest TV I had ever seen complete with an entertainment/gaming center. The wall shelves were loaded with CDs and movies.

After letting me investigate his music and movie preferences, he led me up the stairs. He showed me the two guest rooms which were tastefully decorated in neutral colors. I wondered how much company had stayed here in the past.

We finally reached the last room which was, of course, the master bedroom. He fidgeted as I looked around. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room with a large bureau along one wall. The other wall held doors to a walk-in closet, almost as big as my old apartment. I walked in looking around and noticed there was a lot of empty space.

"Um, I wanted to make room for your clothes," he said as he noticed I was looking. He sounded nervous.

Maybe I should play with him a little.

"Well, Edward, I thought maybe I would take that first guestroom you showed me." I turned to look at him. His gaze dropped down and his shoulders sagged. I could almost feel his disappointment.

"Well, yeah...sure. If that's what you want," he said softly. I couldn't stand it any longer. I smiled and walked over, poking his stomach.

"I'm just kidding, you silly man. You know I want to be in here with you." He blew out a gust of air, his eyes flitting immediately from disappointment to predatory.

"Woman, you are so going to get it for that," he said as his hands reached out to grab me. I squealed and started running from him. Of course he caught me quickly. He scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. I couldn't move anywhere as he straddled me and started his tickle torture.

"Say you're sorry, Miss Swan, and I may forgive you. Come on, say you're sorry." I couldn't breathe from laughing so loud from his tickling.

"Sorry!" I gasped out. He stopped his tickling and pressed his body down on mine, nudging my legs apart so he could settle in.

"That's what I thought," he said before attacking my neck with his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp. He hummed as he kept sucking and kissing my neck.

"As much as I want to continue this, I need to use the restroom, wash my face, and brush my teeth. Can I call a timeout and we can continue this in about ten minutes?" He leaned up to look down at me.

"A timeout?" he asked, grinning at me. I slapped his chest and laughed.

"Yes. I have a couple sports analogies. The consequences of being raised by males." He chuckled and lifted himself off of me.

"I'm going to go down and turn off all the lights and lock up. Do you want anything? A snack or some water or juice or wine or anything?"

I love how he wants to take care of me. I want to take care of him, too.

"Sure, if you wouldn't mind bringing me some water, that would be great. Oh, I forgot. My toothbrush is down in my carry-on bag. Would you mind grabbing it, too?"

"No problem, love. I'll be right back," he said and left the room. I got up to explore the master bathroom.

After relieving myself, I took a look at the large tub and shower. You could fit ten people in the shower. There was even a bench in there. The tub was equipped with jets and it was easy to imagine Edward and me soaking together. There were double sinks in front of a large mirror, so I picked one to wash up.

As I was washing my face, Edward arrived with my bag. He used the other sink to brush his teeth at the same time as I did. I thought it was romantic watching the two of us scrubbing our teeth together in the mirror. After finishing, we headed toward the bed, flipping out the lights as we got under the covers. We each scooted until we met in the middle. He was lying on his side watching me. I reached over and locked my hands behind his neck and pulled him until he was on top of me again.

"Now where were we?" I asked him, trying out my sexy voice. He groaned and went back to attacking my neck. I felt him unbuttoning his shirt I was wearing.

"This needs to be gone," he said as he pulled the shirt from me. Well, I wasn't going to be the only one naked in the bed. I tugged on his boxers and tried to lower them before he took over and kicked them off. He settled back down between my legs and groaned before kissing me. He was hard and ready to go again.

The man is a machine. A sex machine. My very own sex machine. Mine!

After Edward slowly made love to me, we lay there exhausted, just holding each other. I watched him as he leaned in and kissed me gently. I was so happy I was there and he was mine. He made me feel like someone special simply being in his presence. He stared into my eyes and brushed a piece of hair from my face.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Bella. I love you."

My eyes teared with emotion.

He loves me!

"I love you, too, Edward." I hugged him as hard as I could, wanting to show him how much he meant to me. We stayed wrapped in each other's warmth until finally he pulled back and looked at me.

"Welcome to Chicago, love," he said with a big grin on his face.

Oh, what a welcome it has been.

I sighed in happiness as we enjoyed each other's presence silently. The connection between us hummed with energy and flowed through our touches.

As we laid there with our chests pressed together and limbs intertwined, I began thinking there was one subject that needed to be addressed immediately. I was very worried that he thought maybe I was on birth control pills and would be angry to learn I wasn't. I reached up to stroke his cheek and took a deep breath.

"Edward, I need to talk to you about something." I was nervous.

What would happen if I got pregnant?

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Well, I've actually been meaning to mention this since our first night, but I've always gotten distracted or forgotten about it while talking with you. You do tend to dazzle me and turn my brain into mush," I teased him with a smile.

"I dazzle you?" he asked me.

"Frequently." I giggled.

"Hmmm, I love the sound of your laugh. I hope I can hear it more often," he said, nuzzling my neck. He was dazzling me again.

Think Bella! Don't forget!

Oh, that felt good.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked and snapped my Edward-induced haze.

OK, buck up Bella.

"Well…um…I was just wondering about the protection issue." I watched his eyes to see his reaction and continued on when he didn't respond. "I mean, you know I was a virgin our first time together, and…um…I'm not on birth control or anything."

Is he going to freak out? Could I handle it if he did?

I waited for him to say something...anything.

EPOV

I knew this conversation was coming. I felt like an asshole for not bringing it up myself. I'm older than her and was definitely not a virgin. I should have been responsible. I could have used the excuse that I was too into the moment to put on a condom. But, that probably wouldn't seem feasible as an excuse all five times. The honest to God truth was that I just didn't want to use protection.

I was nearing 30 years old, I had a beautiful, perfect woman, I was successful, and I had plenty of resources. I knew I would be ecstatic if Bella got pregnant. The image of Bella swollen with my child ranked as number one in my fantasies. In fact, I couldn't deny that in my soul, I wanted her to get pregnant...even from our very first time. As selfish as it sounded in my head, it was something that would tie her to me forever and I would take care of her for the rest of her life.

My biggest fear was that she wouldn't feel the same. She was so young. She probably didn't want to get pregnant so soon.

Damn, I should have brought this up before she did. I'm an idiot.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I should have talked about this with you from the start. I should have discussed your feelings and what your thoughts were before being so careless about protection." I paused to figure out what to say next and she spoke up before I could speak again.

"So, you would be upset if I got pregnant? I'm sorry, I should have told you that I wasn't on birth control. You probably assumed I was because most women my age are. It's just that I never needed to be." I stopped her with a kiss.

Of course, my angel would be blaming herself. Silly girl.

"Shh, angel. Stop that. If anyone is to blame, it's me." I paused and took a deep breath. I didn't want to scare her or upset her. But, I needed to be honest with her. I wished I knew how she felt.

I suppose I'm about to find out.

"Bella, I want you to know that if you were to get pregnant, I couldn't be happier. I want to have children with you. So, you see, I don't really think there should be any blame because I could have used condoms if I wanted to. My mistake was not talking to you first and knowing your feelings about it. What do you think? Would you be upset if you got pregnant?" I watched her thinking over my words.

"No, I wouldn't be upset. I would have been upset if it were something you didn't want. But, it seems like you would be all for it. I love kids and I want to have children. Of course, I always thought I would be married before I had kids, but if I got pregnant with you, I would be happy, married or not."

She said the M word.

A word I had avoided like the plague since I turned eighteen. A word my parents had been pushing at me for years. A word that pre-Bella would have sent me into a panic. The funny thing was that I most definitely could see myself marrying Bella.

Oh yes, I could definitely see that.

I conjured up the image of her in a white dress and walking down the aisle towards me quite easily and it put a big smile on my face.

"Would you be willing to get married? To me?"

Wow, I just jumped right in there, didn't I? Where was my filter?

"You're not proposing are you?" she asked. I laughed.

"Not quite yet, sweetheart." I kissed her forehead. "When I do, I will do it properly with a ring and flowers and down on one knee. The works. I was just wondering your thoughts on the whole marriage enterprise. Is that something you want in the future?"

"Sure, I can see myself being married. You are the only man that I've ever met that I felt I would want to marry."

And I will be the only man to ever do so, my darling.

"So, yes, if things continue on as wonderfully as they have been for us, I could certainly see myself marrying you one day," she said. I sighed in relief.

She would definitely be my wife one day. I actually wanted it sooner rather than later, so I had to work on warming her up.

Now, back to the original topic. I placed my hands on her cheeks to keep her looking straight at me.

"I want to make my feelings for you very clear, Bella. I love you. I want you to be my wife one day. I want to have children with you. I'll always be faithful and true to you and I'll never want another. I don't care that we haven't known each other very long. Time isn't important. I know in my heart that you are the one for me." I laid it all out for her and crossed my fingers that she felt the same. Her eyes widened at my words. I would have given anything to be inside her head for just a moment. But, I continued on.

"So, if you were to get pregnant, I would be the happiest man in the world. I would marry you immediately if you wanted or wait if you wanted. I would marry you with or without any pregnancy. I don't want you to fear that I would propose to you just because of any hypothetical pregnancy. I want you and only you. Any children we ever have, if we have them, would just be cherries on top of my Bella sundae." Her smile was a mile wide and I couldn't help a kiss to those perfect lips.

"You have such sweet pillow talk," she said.

"Bella, would you prefer that we use protection? I'll do anything you want. I can use condoms or we can schedule an appointment for you to get birth controls pills or a shot, if you prefer. This is your choice, baby. I don't want to pressure you in any way. I know you are only twenty and perhaps you want to wait awhile before you have kids?" I talked to her truthfully. I would do whatever she wanted to do. This was her body we were talking about.

"Does it feel different if you use a condom?"

Hmm, what do I tell her?

Yes, it definitely felt different for me, I feel so much more without them. But, I didn't want her feeling guilty and going without condoms just for me. She was so selfless that she would definitely do that.

"Honestly, I'm not sure if it would feel different for you. Maybe we should try it right now just for comparison's sake." I grinned lasciviously and lightly tickled her side. She giggled.

"You perv," she teased me back and I broke out in laughter.

"Seriously though, it does feel a little different for the guy. I like the feeling of my skin being in contact with you. But, don't make any decision based on what it feels like for me. It would be a small price to pay to be inside you and ensure you're comfortable. I would still feel your warmth and that is the most important thing."

Now it was up to her. I could tell she was processing all of the information before speaking.

"Well, my age isn't really a factor for the pregnancy possibility. I'm twenty and about to be twenty-one. If I were sixteen and still in high school, then I would definitely be scared of getting pregnant. But, it doesn't scare me now. All I know is that when we are together and you release inside me, it feels so good." She blushed and I held her tighter.

"Don't be embarrassed. You feel so good to me, too," I told her. I wanted her to be comfortable saying anything to me.

"Well, thinking about it...we are both at a place in our lives where if a pregnancy happened, it would be a good thing. You've told me you want me to be with you forever. Well, I feel the same. I love you and want to be with you. I say we continue on as we have and whatever happens, happens. We seem to be doing well with letting fate take its course with us so far, so I see no reason to stop."

Could this woman be more perfect?

I was truly the luckiest man in the world. We were just so compatible. I leaned forward to kiss her senseless.

"You are perfect, my angel. Thank you for being with me, wanting me. If I could create the perfect woman for me from scratch, she still wouldn't hold a candle to you. I agree with you completely. Let fate take its course." I placed soft kisses on her face. We finally dozed off, holding each other as we slept.

I dreamt of my Bella in white.

AN: How was that welcome? Let me know what you think.