Hiya, so I'm not at all thrilled with this one, it seems a bit blah, but whatever I tried lol. Enjoy! Please review with any thoughts. I'd also like to point out that I did NOT reread this after writing it, it's late and I'm tired. Hopefully it's not total crap.

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Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Multimedia Share: Search Google or YouTube for one of the following words, then select a search result at random and write about it: Organics, fertile, flavor-I chose fertile.

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Babies.

Babies. Babies. Babies.

That's all I seemed to have on my mind lately. Well, that and Edward's penis. To make the babies, naturally.

I pushed my reading glasses further up the my nose and continued scrolling through the fertility website I came across. I knew having the laptop at the kitchen table during breakfast on a Sunday was irritating to Edward.

Actually, I think everything out of my mouth regarding babies was irritating to Edward lately, not that he would ever say anything. Always the gentleman.

I heard him come into the kitchen to pour his coffee. I was leaning a few inches from the computer screen, engrossed in what I was reading. Edward kissed my temple gently and rubbed his hand lovingly over my hair before taking his seat across from me.

Edward snapped his newspaper open, startling me. He grinned while I glared at him.

"Morning Baby."

"Morning." I grunted in response, turning back to the computer. I hadn't started out this obsessed with the idea of being pregnant, but after 9 months of bareback fucking in every position imaginable with no results, I was getting a little frustrated.

I could feel Edward's eyes on me every so often, which I tried to ignore. He believed in the 'whatever happens, happens' approach. I just didn't have his kind of faith in the situation, I had always gone through life making what I wanted to happen, happen with hard work and pushing for it.

I continued reading and skimming, only stopping when one line stood out to me.

The size of the scrotum in a man can also determine his level of fertility.

Hmm.

I scooted my chair to the side and sneaked a glance at Edward. He was sipping his coffee, staring intently into the paper. Does Edward have big balls? Fuck I'd been married to the man for six years and slept with him hundreds of times, yet I couldn't for the life of me remember what his balls looked like.

"Umm, Bella?" I broke my staring contest with Edward's lap and met his eyes. Busted.

"Huh?" I bit my lip, attempting to come off like I hadn't been staring at his junk for an inappropriately long time.

"Why are you staring at my dick?" He sipped his coffee, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I cleared my throat and blushed furiously. "I-I wasn't." I stood up and carried my empty mug to the sink.

"Yes you were." Edward whispered, his lips grazing my ear. I hadn't even heard him get up from the table, sneaky bastard. He ground his erection into my butt and kissed across my shoulder, up the back of the neck. "Why were you, Bella?"

"Why was I what?" I moaned, sounding breathy.

"Why were you staring at my dick?" Edward trailed his hands up my waist, gripping me closer to him.

"I umm…" I was too out of it to think coherently let alone speak at all. "I was umm, thinking about your…balls."

I felt him stiffen up behind me briefly, and not in a good way. He relaxed pretty quickly and wound his hands around my waist, settling his hands on my belly.

"Do I want to know why?" He chuckled in my ear. "Probably not." I laughed along with him.

"Why don't you humor me, anyway?" He stepped back from me, turning me to face him.

"I was reading something about the size coinciding with sperm count and fertility." I mumbled, staring at his bare feet.

He sighed loudly, sounding very annoyed. Here we go. "Bella, I really think your over thinking the whole baby thing."

I swallowed and continued staring at his feet. "I know."

He lifted my chin with his finger and kissed my forehead, then my nose, my lips and then each cheek before rubbing his stubbly cheek against mine.

"It doesn't make me love you any less. Or want you any less. I just think we need to relax. Stop letting the stress of the situation control your life." He stared into my eyes and smiled.

"Ok." I nodded. "Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Yea, I'm good." I meant it.

He grinned evilly and gripped my hips. "Now, what do you say we go upstairs so you can get a better look at my balls, baby?"

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