Chapter 11

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

By now you're probably either on team Edward or team Bella. Well all the angst is for not because they're about to make up. I'm not sorry for writing the way that I do. This is how I express myself. This is how I release my crazy. I am however, sorry if I have upset anyone. That was never my intention. I only write to entertain myself and I only share what I write to hopefully entertain a few others along the way. I'm not the type to take offense at anything that may be said in my reviews. Good, bad or indifferent, I appreciate all of your reviews. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who has read or followed this story so far. Thank you, words cannot express the gratitude I feel.

With that said, here is my next offering. Happy Reading.

After September 18, 2010, 7:45pm

I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror pulling my Sponge Bob pajama top up, exposing my belly. I'm stunned to see a baby bump already. Aro had warned us that hybrid babies grow fast, but this is nothing short of shocking to see my body changing so quickly. I open my mouth to cry out for Edward, but no sound is coming out. A tear is sliding down my cheek. I need to talk to him.

I know I'm not in the best shape emotionally to have this talk with Edward, but at the same time I just can't put it off any longer. Somehow I have to come to terms with whatever our relationship is now. For the time being, maybe indefinitely, I'm stuck with him. For my babies' sake, I have to get along with him. When these Volturi leeches are dealt with then I can entertain the idea of getting a divorce.

My heart suddenly hurts. I'm not sure I can live without Edward. In such a very short time he has really grown on me. But if he truly has been lying to me this whole time, if he truly doesn't love me, then what choice do I have? I'm rubbing my tummy. I hope I'm wrong about Edward.

I'm hearing Edward move around in the kitchen. The smell of beef is overwhelming all my other senses. I'm nothing short of famished. I'm hauling my butt in the kitchen before Edward overcooks it.

There's a steak frying on the range and Edwards cutting vegetables for a salad. I'm flipping the steak.

"Hey, I just put that in there."

"I know." My stomach's snarling. "The thought of it cooking too long just doesn't seem appetizing." The steak is barely browned on each side before I'm plating it.

Edward's watching dubiously as I'm shoveling raw steak in my mouth. I'm wrinkling my nose at the salad he puts down by my plate.

"What?" He's cocking his head sideways. "You love veggies."

I'm shaking my head. "Um… I don't know if I can eat that."

"Bella."

"I know. I'm just feeling a little off. Maybe I can eat it for lunch tomorrow."

He's sighing, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to leave you." He's not looking at me. He's turning, pulling Saran Wrap out of the cupboard, covering my salad, placing it in the frig. Since I don't respond he's turning back to me, searching my eyes for any disagreement. "I'll leave in the morning as long as you're back to normal."

"I don't want you to leave."

"Oh?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm still pissed at you, but ignoring you isn't making things better."

"I've missed you, Sweet Girl."

"You have no idea how much I wish I could believe that, but right now I don't know what to believe."

"Jeez, Bella. I've wanted you for so long now, ever sense the first time I laid eyes on you. You've haunted my every waking moment. Now that I've had you in my arms… I know what it feels like to make love to you…"

"I want to believe you, Edward, but I know I disgust you. You wouldn't even look at my body our first night together."

"Sweetheart. You have know idea how gorgeous you are," He's growling, tugging on his hair. "Aro's a pervert, okay. He wanted to see every intimate moment. I didn't want to watch us connect that way. I didn't want him to see us in his mind, to taint our first time together. I know him, Sweet Girl. He would have taunted you, tried to make you feel cheap."

"You really want me?" I'm whispering, on the verge of tears, because my heart believes him, but my mind is telling me to stay cautious.

"With every cell in my body."

Now suddenly, I'm starting to see some clarity. He wants me.

I believe him.

"Fine, you want me. I believe you. But this hole Volturi experimenting with hybrids is a bunch of bullshit to get me to do what you want."

"Oh this is real alright." He's trying not to sound angry, but nevertheless failing. "You'd better believe they're interested in outcome of your pregnancy."

"Okay, I'll give you that much, but they are "old friends of the family"," I'm doing air quotes, quoting Carlisle's words. "After all, they're letting us keep our babies. They know you'll let them study their growth and development."

"Just what are you trying to imply, Bella?"

"Well it just seems awfully convenient with you wanting me; Aro's an "old friend of the family" and your brother's always looking for an excuse to mess with Jacob and he found one that put my tribe in a compromising position. There was probably no other way for us to be together in your mind. You knew it was your only shot. That's why you wouldn't let me finish kicking their asses for hurting you. They're your friends. They were doing you a favor."

"Wow, Bella. That is truly a brilliant deduction. I have to admit it all makes perfect sense. In a court of law I'd be a dead man."

"I'm right then." It's not a question.

"No, Bella! You are not right! We've spent three months together. You should know me better than that."

"I thought I knew you."
"Did you even look at their eyes. The Cullens don't make friends with vampires like that. We Cullens are monsters, Bella. We've all made horrific mistakes in our lives. With my own rebellion, the things I've done. There's a special place in Hell for me, I'm sure."

"Most vampires see humans as cattle. They don't care about their fear or about causing them undo pain and suffering. They only care about sating their own thirst. An impossibility, even for us Cullens."

"So tell me why you kept the fact that you chose me and Sam didn't a secret?"

"To be perfectly honest, I never even thought about it. I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. I guess I should have realized that that was why you were so upset with your tribe. I guess I just chalked it up to you being a scared teenager under a lot of pressure. By the time I figured out why you were mad at your tribe we were already on our honeymoon. I knew if I told you the truth right away I would be putting both our families at risk. You wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me."

"Bella, I chose you, because I'm not capable of getting aroused from someone I don't have feelings for. You're the only woman that's ever been able to evoke those kinds of feelings in me."

"Okay," I'm lowing my head, tears are brimming my eyes. "Why did you lie? Why did you tell me that you can't read my mind? I know you read it all the time. You're always answering my unspoken questions."

Edward's chuckling. "I can't read your mind, Sweet girl, but I can read your expressions. Facial expressions usually match that of what people are really thinking. I've been comparing facial expressions to thoughts for a long time now. I've gotten it down to a science. There's not much that gets by me."

Tears are now spilling over my cheeks. "My mom calls me her open book."

"Truly you are. Your face is so expressive. That's how I know you believe me now." And I do.

I'm nodding my head at him. I'm feeling like a complete idiot for ever doubting him. I'm so ashamed.

"Aro will undoubtedly want to hold your hand at some point in the future. You realize you're going to see me naked eventually."

Edward's eyes are widening in shock.

"Bella?"

"What?"

"Am I hearing things?"

"What are you talking about?"

He's approaching me, holding my face in his hands. Now he's smirking. "You said I'll see you naked eventually."

"So? Oh," I'm blushing.

"Are you forgiving me?"

I'm wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest.

"Yes, Edward. I've missed you so much. I feel as if I have more to apologize to you for than you ever had to with me."

"No, Sweetheart. You've been placed in an impossible position. You're feeling vulnerable. You're fighting for whatever control you can find. I get that. You have every right to question me if something doesn't feel right. You see, we got over this first hurdle. It was good for us. You see, I didn't go anywhere. I'm not ever leaving you. Not for this hurtle and not for the next one."

I'm squeezing him tighter. "I have to show you something."

He's pulling away from me, questioning me with his eyes. I'm pulling up my top to reveal my tummy, placing his left hand on my baby bump.

His smile is enormous. "Already?"

I'm nodding my head.

He's pulling me tenderly in his arms, tilting my chin up. Our lips touch, parting, tongues dancing together. He lifts me up, carrying me to our bedroom. Our clothes are quickly discarded. Edward's laying between my legs. His lips are nuzzling my baby bump.

"Hey little babies. Daddy loves you." He's kissing my bump twice. Once for each baby. I'm giggling.

"Mommy and Daddy are going to play now. Don't get scared when Mommy screams. She's just being silly."

"Edward!"

"What? It's true. You know I'm going to make you scream."

"Mmm. Yeah?"

He's smirking at me. "Yeah."

"Get up here, Stud."

"Yes ma'am."

He's laying down beside me on the bed, His eyes are feasting on my body for the first time. A small flash of anger is sparking in his eyes.

"What is it, Edward?"

"Aro's never touching my hands again. No man gets to see this beautiful body but me. This is for my eyes only."

"Yeah?" His anger is fierce and it's turning me on. "What are you going to do to stop him?"

"You'll find that I can do anything I put my mind to."

"You're serious."

"Yes, I am. I'm not spending the rest of my eternity cowing to that pompous ass."

"Damn, Baby. Now you're talking my language."

Edward growls.

"I love the possessive side of you, Edward." His growl is fading to a low rumbling deep in his chest.

He's leaning over me, his lips are devouring mine. "You're mine," he's growling as his mouth works it's magic down my throat to my breasts, tenderly lavishing each one.

"Edward!" I'm shouting.

"That's right, Sweet Girl. You're mine." He lines his cock up to my entrance.

"Fuck me!" I'm screaming, sinking my nails into his ass.

"Bella!" Edward roars, slamming into me. He's sinking his nails into the mattress on either side of my head. "You're doing it again!"

"Damn, I love your cock. Fuck me faster, vampire boy!"

"Damn it, Bella! You know I can't afford to loose control with you."

I love it. I hate it. This rage that builds inside of me as he desperately tries to contain my wild side. He tries to go slow, tries to make love and cherish me and maybe someday I'll let him, but right now I just want to be fucked.

"Edward," I'm hissing. "All I know is that you'd better fuck me and fuck me hard. If you don't you'll be fucking my wolf instead of me because I'm that close to loosing it."

"Damn." His eyes are widening to pitch black fathomless orbs." This is my sexy vampire man.

His pace is picking up. He's pounding me hard, hitting that spot deep inside every single time.

"Edward!" I'm screaming, as I convulse around his cock. He's roaring, biting his forearm to keep from hurting me.

Edward is collapsing down on the bed beside me. He's not pulling me to lie close to him. He's just laying there, staring at the ceiling.

"Edward? Are you angry with me?" Shit. This isn't good.

I just love these two. Edward's such a masochist and Bella... Damn. Calm down, girl. Do you think Edward is finally pissed at Bella? Maybe he needs to teach her a lesson. Good luck with that one, Edward. Anyway, thanks for reading. Bye for now.