Ok, in case you haven't noticed a trend here, be it from these little musings or my stories… I have a serious weakness for Edward and Bella. They just write themselves at times. And yet again, 20 minutes wasn't enough time to spend with them today.

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivitive
Rating/Warning(s): M
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Prompt: Idea Completion: "I could hear the muffled sounds of…" What do you imagine first?

Walking into the house, I could hear the muffled sound of talking coming from the other side of my husband's office door.

Being a stay-at-home dad for our three-month-old son, Connor, he had moved his practice as a marriage counselor to our home, taking clients in the evening after the baby was asleep and I was home from work. So voices were nothing out of the ordinary to come home to.

Until I moved into the kitchen to set the small bag of groceries on the counter to start dinner, and I heard a woman's laugh from down the hall inside the office.

"Oh my God, Edward," the woman called out in boisterous laughter.

Edward? Since when did his clients call him Edward?

I walked around the center island and began moving down the hall toward the door, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard Connor squeal from inside.

Not only does he have a woman in there, but with my baby?

I angrily stormed down the remainder of the hall, stopping again in front of his door, glancing at the brass plate upon it.

"Edward Cullen – Marital Therapist"

Oh, you're gonna need marital therapy alright, I growled internally.

I knew I'd put a lot on him. After our son was born, I was aching to return to work almost as soon as I was out of the hospital. Not that I didn't love my son or want to bond with him, but I was already going stir crazy from the two weeks of maternity leave before he was born. So Edward had moved up his office closure downtown and began setting up his business in our home.

But there was no call for this.

I swung the door open to find my husband sitting on the couch with our son in his arms, with a petite, dark-haired female sitting beside him with my baby's hand wrapped around her fingertip.

"Hey baby," Edward said, his face lighting up with the same smile that greeted me every single day. Cradling the tiny baby against his chest, he stood and walked over to me, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Guess not," I replied, gently taking Connor from his arms and kissing the top of his tiny head before my eyes returned to the woman on the couch. She was cute, with short black hair and bright blue eyes, and about as big around as I used to be before I got pregnant. I turned my gaze back to Edward, trying like hell to keep the accusatory tone out of my voice. "Are you going to introduce me?"

"Hi, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Alice," the woman spoke up, walking over to me and holding out her hand. I shifted my hold on the baby and shook it briefly. "I just happened to be in the neighborhood visiting Emmett, and he told me that our Edward was married with a new baby. I've completely lost touch with them since my mom divorced Emmett's dad and we moved. But I'm so excited for you both. Congratulations."

"Thanks," I replied with a small nod. Emmett's step-sister…huh.

My eyes moved back to my husband, whose lips twitched slightly as he moved closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and gently kissing my hair.

"Not in a million years, honey," he whispered softly in my ear.

"Oh my god, you don't think… no," Alice gasped with wide eyes and shaking her head. "Honestly, Bella. Never. It's like… my brother."

I sighed, nodding slowly in embarrassment.

"Of course. I'm just gonna put him down for a nap and I'll get dinner started," I said softly to Edward and then turned to Alice. "Would you like to join us? You're more than welcome."

"I'd love to, but I'm actually only passing through. Just had to stop by to see Edward and meet you and this little cutie," she cooed at Connor, brushing her finger lightly over his tiny fist. "But next time I'm in town and not rushing for a flight, we'll definitely have to do that. It was nice to meet you, Bella."

"Nice to meet you too," I replied quickly and scurried out the door to head upstairs.

As soon as I got the baby settled into his crib, I crossed the hall to our room and sat down on the bed, burying my face in my hands and beginning to cry.

Moments later, I felt a pair of hands on my knees and I raised my tear-filled eyes to meet Edward's face as he crouched in front of me.

"God, that was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Seriously, since when am I so damn paranoid? You're home with our baby all day for crying out loud! And your patients are in here to save their marriages, not destroy yours. Damn it!" I rambled and lowered my head again, driving my hands roughly into my hair. His hands began to run comfortingly along the outsides of my thighs and my head shot back up. "And why the hell aren't you mad?!"

"Why would I be mad?" Edward asked calmly, shaking his head.

"Your wife just stormed into your office and, in not so many words, accused you of cheating on her with your child in the room. With nothing to ever incite any kind of suspicions like that. You should be furious!" I exclaimed, tears running down my face.

"I'm supposed to be angry because my wife got a little jealous?" he asked in a slightly amused tone, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, baffled by the fact that he was actually restraining laughter.

He lowered himself completely onto his knees in front of me, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him. "Then I'm livid. Positively enraged."

I sighed as he kissed me gently. "I'm serious, Edward."

"So am I," he replied, resting his forehead against mine. "I can't remember ever being so angry."

I collapsed back onto the bed and groaned in frustration, my arms falling roughly above my head.

He crawled onto the bed beside me, turning my face toward him with his fingertips. "Bella, it's not that big of a deal. It was just a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" I shrieked, sitting up again and looked down at him. "I just accused you of fucking another woman, and that's a misunderstanding?"

Edward propped himself up on his arm, his fingers tracing my cheek lightly as he gazed at me. "Unless you honestly think I would sleep with someone else."

I bit my lip to keep it from quivering, and shook my head as the tears began to fall again. This post-partum depression shit really needs to go. I don't get depressed, and the last thing he needs is a weepy mess on his hands after dealing with some of the patients I'd seen come out of his office at times.

"Good. Because I've already got the sexiest woman in the world," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine softly.

"Edward, I just had a baby, there's nothing sexy about me," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

He rolled onto his back, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me on top of him. "You've never been more beautiful to me."

My fingertips traced the line of his jaw and I lowered my lips to his, kissing him firmly. Rolling off him, I pulled him with me to hover above me. I missed being like this with him, having had many failed attempts at making love in the last few weeks since getting the okay to be intimate again following Connor's birth. As if he had sonar, the moment a single button was undone or a leg hitched around a hip… the baby would wake up for a feeding or a change.

New parenthood was a beautiful thing… but it also led to extreme sexual frustration. And I desperately wanted my husband right now.

"He just went to sleep," I murmured suggestively against his lips, tightening my arms around his shoulders and holding him flush against my body. He let out a soft groan and his hips shifted against me, and it was obvious how much he wanted me too. "When is your next patient?"

"An hour," he replied in a gruff voice, his breath ghosting over my lips as his hovered above them.

"Plenty of time," I whispered quickly, pulling his lips back to mine and sliding my hands down to his chest and abdomen to begin unbuttoning his pants.

In our desperation, our clothes were quickly removed -possibly even ripped- and the moment he was finally inside me, my entire body shuddered in pleasure.

This was heaven.

The man I loved in my arms, his body moving above me, his lips dancing over mine. It had been so damn long, even the gentlest thrust of his hips was already driving my body toward ecstasy. My hands reached up to grip the bars of the headboard as he kissed along my neck with his heavy pants.

"Oh god, yes… so good…" I breathed out heavily, gripping the bars tightly as he rose up on his arms and began thrusting against me more firmly, causing me to arch my back in response. "So close, baby."

"Me too," he heaved, his hips meeting mine more rapidly and firmly and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Cough. Cough. Wail.

Our movements immediately stopped and he gazed down at me, lowering his lips to mine and kissing me gently. "I'll go."

I nodded slowly as he rolled off me and slid his pants back on, hurrying across the hall to check on our now screaming child.

I reached up to grab my robe from the banister above me and lifted myself out of bed, wrapping it around me and walking in to join them. I paused in the doorway, smiling at the sight in front of me. Edward was standing beside the crib with Connor cradled against his bare chest, his lips pressed gently to his soft hair as he rocked him back and forth.

As I walked to them and Edward wrapped his arm around me, holding us both, I realized I was wrong. Everything that truly mattered was right here in my arms. My amazing husband, our beautiful little boy, our family.

This was heaven.

Hope you liked it. I love giving their marriage the HEA feel. :D And a cute little (human) Cullen is just irresistible.