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Mrs. Meyer
Chapter 6:
"I'm fat," the two words came out of my mouth without my permission.
It hadn't even been 2 weeks since Edward and I had moved into our perfect house. And, of course, Figgie loved it, too. After much deliberation, Edward and I had decided that we would name our new cat when an opportunity arose. Turns out, that opportunity came about two hours later.
Edward had just come back from the store, picking up a few groceries for our empty house. We had to eat right? Apparently, so did Figgie. Edward had come up to our room to check on me, since I was taking a nap. He had left the open grocery bags on the kitchen counter, hoping to come back later to put the items away. But when he came back down, there was Figgie, digging through the bags. When Edward yelled, trying to scare him away, he just brought his head out of the bag, holding a sack of figs in his teeth. He darted out of the kitchen as fast as he could. The next time we saw him, he came walking up to us, holding out the empty fig sack as an apology. Thus, he was dubbed Figgie, the fig-eating cat.
The house was just as large on the inside as it was on the outside. Edward and I had only furnished a few rooms. The bathroom, the kitchen, our room, and the library. The room across from our's remained untouched. Edward and I decided to keep the baby's gender a secret until the birth. Then again, I was only in my third month, rapidly approaching my fourth.
But, even though I was only in this month, I was growing. Already, I wasn't fitting into my normal outfits. Surely pregnancies didn't happen this fast? Currently, I was in the bathroom that was connected to mine and Edward's room, staring in the mirror, looking at my swelling stomach.
"You're not fat."
Lately, Edward had been trying to reassure me that I was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Just as beautiful as the day he met me. Of course, I didn't believe him.
"Edward," I sighed. "Do you want to get kicked out again?"
"Not particularly, no." He came into the bathroom from behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "But I do want my beautiful fiancé to be happy. Especially since our wedding is in a few days. I felt my stomach flutter. I had been so busy worried about the baby, that I had completely forgotten to be nervous about the wedding in four days.
I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. "You're trying to give me a nervous break down, aren't you?"
I could feel the vibrations of his chuckle through his chest that was pressed against my back. "I could think of a way to calm you down." His lips brushed against my neck, pausing at my pulse point to tortuously lick at the slow thumping that was quickly speeding up.
"I bet you could," I whispered.
He hummed against my skin as a response, his grip on my hips getting tighter as his kisses moved north. I couldn't stifle the giggle that rose past my lips at this point.
Quickly, I turned in his arms, begging his lips to make a trip to mine. He answered my pleas, and his tongue was in my mouth, battling for dominance with mine. He stumbled backwards, trying to move to the bed in the other room. By the time we were falling onto the bed, our shirts were already on the floor, and he was working on my bra. Just before he could though, the loud, nearly unfamiliar sounds of the chiming doorbell rang through the house.
I sighed and got up. I reached behind me to re-clasp my bra. Edward moaned, but this time, it wasn't in pleasure. It was in sheer annoyance.
"Let it be. They'll eventually leave sooner or later." He tried reaching out to me. But I dodged his grabbing hands and found my shirt lying on the floor a few yards away. "Bella!" Edward's groan fell on deaf ears as I walked out of the room. "Tease!" Now that, I responded to with a turn, and a kiss that I blew to him. He just glared.
As I practically ran down the stairs, I rushed to re-button my shirt, carefully watching my step every second. I reached the front door just as the visitor was about to ring the bell for the fourth time. I checked myself over once more before swinging the double doors open. "Alice," I groaned, glaring at my pixie-like friend. (AN: Yes, I know that Alice was supposed to be apart of the Mafia, but I changed my mind. So, technically, only Carlisle, Charlie, and Jake are in it, out of the Twilight characters. And a few other less important characters. Just wanted to clear that up. Continue.)
I had met Alice the day after we had moved here. She had been the town's little bundle of energy. Apparently, she was nominated as the town's welcome committee. Standing at not even five feet tall, her short black hair was uncommon, and spiky, going out in every which way. Her large blue eyes reminded one of ice, but they were surprisingly warm. She was also a very well dressed woman, with a very caring and loving husband.
Jasper, as I am told—I still have yet to meet him—is a tower compared to tiny Alice. With long blonde locks, and warm blue eyes, like his wife, but more of an ocean color. Alice's description was a little biased—I was guessing, because she had said he had the face of a God. True that I thought the same about Edward, but I wasn't as flamboyant about it. Just saying that I loved him was simply enough.
I was too distracted by the fact that Alice had interrupted mine and Edward's reconnecting, that I didn't even notice the long white bag in her arms. She had to practically wave it in front of my face to make the bag visible in my line of sight. Eyeing it warily, I didn't dare ask what it was; Alice would tell me any way.
"I found the perfect wedding dress."
Bingo.
Wait, what!?! Wedding dress? But Alice said too many times that Edward and I had to find the perfect dress. She had told me that the day we met:
Flashback:
I sighed, walking out of my third dress shop of the day. At the rate things were going, I would most likely have to marry Edward in a white sundress. And that was something I really didn't need or want.
As I stepped out of the shop, I stepped right into someone else. Curse my lack of attention.
I smacked right into a small person, one who was loaded with bags from almost every store on the street. She was small, but very beautiful. I couldn't help it if I compared myself to this small woman.
"I'm so sorry! I'm not very good at paying attention. My mind wanders and I have no idea of what goes on around me!" I rambled, hoping that she wouldn't be too mad at me for knocking into her.
The woman just giggled a tinkling laugh. "No worries. I probably shouldn't be walking down a busy street, with a million bags blocking my view of things."
I could feel the heat in my cheeks rising as I tried again to apologize. "I truly am sorry. It is my entire fault. Did any of your purchases get ruined?" I asked, nodding to the piles of bags she held in her arms.
She barely glanced at them before answering with, "I don't think so, how about you? Are you hurt, or any of the things you bought ruined?"
"Me? No. As for the things that I've bought, their non-existent mud isn't going to ruin the non-existent clothing patterns," I joked.
She gasped, as if I had just told her all of mine and Edward's past. "You haven't bought a thing yet? But you just came out of a store." She glanced up and gasped again. "A bridal store none the less! You're getting married?" Her quick talking had me concentrating on every syllable to understand her words.
When I finally did, I just shyly nodded. "To the best man that I have ever met. Edward is my soul mate." The words came out without my acknowledgement.
The girl squealed, as if I had just told her she had won the lottery. "OH! That's so sweet! I'm Alice. What's your name?"
"Isabella Swan—soon to be Masen. But, just call me Bella."
"Masen?" Her expression turned questioning. "As in the same Masens that just bought that old white mansion in the middle of the forest near that small town of Forks?"
I stared at her, shocked. "Yes, how did you—?"
"My husband, Jasper, and I live in Forks, and everybody in town knows about it. It had been uninhabited for years. Since before I was born. But, I guess it's perfect for some newly weds."
"And their baby," I muttered under my breath. But she heard me anyway.
"Wow, a baby, too?! You must be so excited. I mean having a—wait. You're not just getting married because of the pregnancy, right? Because, if so, I don't mean to butt in, but I don't think that that is a very good reason to get married, Bella—"
"Alice! We're not just getting married because of our baby. He proposed before we knew. We love each other too much to do that to each other." I rushed to settle the woman's nerves. Sure, some of it was true, but a few details could be left out.
"Well, if you are to be married, than you are to find the perfect wedding dress. It may take a while to find it, but what you need to know is the master of the trade…"
And for over a week now, Alice has taken me from store to store, in search of the perfect dress. And now, I guess that she has finally found it.
She walked past me, already heading up to mine and Edward's room. Jumping up the staircase, Alice arrived at our room before I was even two thirds of the way up the stairs.
"Alice, wait! I wouldn't go in there quite yet!" Of course, I was still thinking of Edward, lying on the bed, shirtless, awaiting my return.
Alice huffed, probably already knowing what was waiting behind that closed door. She waited for me, tapping her foot impatiently the whole time. When I reached the door, I did something that was probably stupid to do to my own room, and something Alice would never have done...I knocked.
Come on in, Bella."
Slowly, creaking the door open, I was greeted with a fully clothed Edward. I gave him a questioning look.
"I heard Alice in the hall, and only you would have knocked," he said, leaning into give me a chaste kiss.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice roll her eyes. "Yes, that's all fine and dandy, but Edward, out. Now."
Edward's eyebrows went up, in an 'excuse me? What did you just say?' look.
Alice rolled her eyes once more. "Please?" She stressed the word.
"And for what would I be giving up my very large and very comfortable room up for?" he questioned, suspicion evident in his voice.
"Your bride-to-be's brand-new wedding gown," she answered confidently.
He chuckled, but I could see the excitement in his eyes. "You're on your own, love." He gave me one more quick kiss before heading out of the room. I watched as he left, saddened by the fact that our very promising day was ruined. Sighing, I turned and waited for Alice to reveal the dress. And boy did she.
The white flowing lace dress was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. It was floor length, with a wondrously long train. It was strapless and snowy white. Even from looking at it, I could tell that it would fit marvelously, and it would show off a few of my curves. It wouldn't reveal too much of my baby bump, but it would give me form. The veil matched the dress beautifully. I found myself looking forward to having Edward gaze at me from across the aisle, with all the love in the world in his eyes. (Dress on profile)
"Alice," I gasped, "it's perfect. Edward will love it."
"Yes," she started slowly, "but do you love it?" She looked so unsure, but I had a feeling that she already knew that I would kill her if she didn't let me wear that dress.
"Of course I love it! You'd have to be an idiot not to!"
With that, the largest grin that I had ever seen spread across her face.
Hours later, Alice and I had made adjustments to the dress. The chest and the hips needed expanding, but I shouldn't be growing any more this week, before the wedding, so everything should work out.
When Alice finally left, Edward's arms were already wrapped around me, dragging me back to our room.
"I can't wait to make you my wife. Mrs. Isabella Masen. That sounds wonderful," he murmured around our kisses.
"I love the sound of that." I pushed him down onto the bed, eager and already wet. Our kisses grew more and more frantic. The pleasure was too great to keep my eyes open. We shed our clothing, and he was positioned and ready to go when I opened my eyes again.
"Ready?" I knew that he would ask that. He did every time. I knew he was just worried about me and the baby, but it was just so sweet of him, I fell just a little harder every time.
I smiled, and nodded. He entered swiftly, and I couldn't help but gasp. He filled me to the brim, and he fit perfectly. He was so thick, and be stretched me gloriously.
"Oh, Bella. You're so tight," Edward groaned out, slowly thrusting, trying not to bring me to the brink too early.
Then he hit my G-spot.
"Yes! God, yes there. Harder, faster. Edward!" I lost purchase on the world around me. All I could think of was Edward, and all I could feel was Edward. Hell, all I knew was Edward.
"Bella, you feel so good. I don't know how long I'll last this time." He did as I said, thrusting his hot as hell hips faster and harder in tune with mine.
Within seconds, he had me seeing stars, jumping off the cliff into pure bliss. I could feel myself constrict around him, feeling him cum along with me.
He collapsed on top of me, spent. I relished the weight, feeling more comforted by it.
Soon—too soon—he pushed off me, pulling out, and making me groan.
He chuckled, pulling me close to his side. "So," he drawled. "What's the dress like?"
I giggled, knowing he was anxious to see it. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out," I said, tracing a finger along his chest.
It was his turn to groan, not happy with my answer. "You can't even give me a hint?" His begging was just too cute.
"Sorry, Alice's orders." I tried to snuggle even closer without crawling into his skin. "Besides, just think of how amazing it will be on our wedding night."
"Bella," he started seriously, "please warn me now, because I would really rather not get a boner in the middle of our wedding. Even though I'm sure seeing you walk down that aisle towards me will have me ready for you hours before we can even think about leaving for our honeymoon."
"I'm sure you'll survive." I smiled at him and couldn't help but let out a yawn.
"That's it! Bed time for the pregnant woman!" He called out softly, and very teasingly.
I couldn't help the movement of my eyes as they rolled at his antics. "A very happy pregnant woman," I muttered, feeling my eyes droop.
"Sleep well my Bella. And keep safe the beautiful baby growing inside of you." Was the last thing I heard, before a kiss to my stomach was planted, and I fell asleep, dreaming of the new life I would lead with my husband-to-be, and the life growing inside of me.
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