The dinner with the Girls didn't go very well at all, but I had never felt so happy in my life. I was pregnant and I was determined not to let Michael ruin things. That's what he wanted. He wanted things to be ruined between me and Rob.

The drive home from the restaurant was far too quiet for my liking. Rob stayed silent as he drove back to the house, and I imagined that he was probably still thinking about what had happened tonight.

And I couldn't blame him one bit. His face was still a mess, despite how Kellan had tried to clean it up a bit. They had gone to the bathroom to try and saw his nose out, which was still bleeding, but it still looked bad.

And his eye. God. His right eye was still swollen, and he could hardly keep it open as he drove. I imagined that he was in so much pain, but he didn't want to tell me that. He wanted to act all brave about it all and deny the pain that he was in.

Because that was just like him. That was what Rob always did. He liked to act all brave about things, and make a situation sound less dramatic than we all knew that it was. I doubted that he wanted to talk about tonight either.

But I had no other choice but to talk about it, because he was being far too quiet. I hated it when he was quiet and when he didn't talk, and I would do anything to get him talking again now. Even if that meant talking about tonight.

''Talk.'' I whispered, begging him. I needed him to speak to me again instead of leaving this car silent. ''Please.'' I added, because I absolutely hated this silence between us. It was more awkward than if he was angry with me.

I got nothing back though. He remained quiet, and I kept looking at him in the corner of my eye, checking to see if he looked pissed off with me. He didn't though; his face was calm, emotionless even.

''Fine.'' I sighed, huffing in response, and looking out of the window, so that I didn't have to look at him. I wasn't angry or upset, but I was just annoyed that he wasn't speaking to me. I hated the silence between us.

''I'm sorry,'' he finally apologized. ''I was just…thinking…about things.'' He added, seeming as though he didn't want to tell me what he was thinking about. I rubbed my eyes, rubbing the moisture-that had built up-away.

''About what?'' I whispered back, begging him to tell me. I hoped that he would tell me, because I wanted to know. I wanted to hear what he was presumably torturing himself over.

''Tonight. What Michael said.'' He admitted, making me sigh. That was enough proof to tell me that he had been wallowing about it.

''Why?'' I asked him confused.

He breathed out a huff of air, and sighed heavily. ''Because he was right, that's why! We've been together for less than a year, and despite trying to take everything slow, we're married, and you're pregnant-''

''-And what? It wouldn't matter if we had been together for a month, or two years, or five; I love you, and nothing is going to change that! It doesn't matter if we've only been together for a year, and I'm pregnant, or if I wasn't even pregnant.'' I took a deep breathe and carried on with my rage, because I couldn't bear to hear him speaking like that.

''It wouldn't even matter if there was an age difference. If you were thirty, or forty, nothing would change a thing. I'd still love you, no matter what. So what is the point questioning what's already happened. I mean…I cant even believe that…you're even bothered about what he said. I mean, nothing he says is important, not as long as I have you, and I-I mean…why w-would you even let it bother you-''

I was interrupted by the screeching of the car brakes, as he pulled the car over to the side of the road, to calm down. We had stopped in a lay-by, and as he put his head in between his hands, I knew that he was stressed.

What I wanted to know was why he was stressed. I wanted to know why he was letting this bother him so much? I mean was he having regrets about us or something?

Tears were spilling from my eyes freely, and I had to force sobs back, before he realized that I was upset. I didn't want him knowing that I was crying, because I was too embarrassed as it was. Especially as it felt as though he was having regrets about us.

''Because he's right. You're still young, and…I cant help keep thinking that maybe…its my fault. That maybe I rushed you into this-''

''-Oh please. That's the lamest thing I've ever heard! Nobody forced you to keep our Baby, I wanted to. And nobody dragged me down that aisle either! I don't regret a thing, and if I did it all again, I wouldn't change anything. Because I bloody love you, you idiot!'' I shouted furiously at him.

I punched the cars dashboard in anger, and turned away to look out of the window quickly. Tears were rimming from my eyes, drenching my face, and sobs were rising in my throat, filling the silent car.

I felt his hand on my arm, and I tugged it away from him, angrily. I put my hands on my face, covering up my embarrassment as he sighed heavily in response. I was so angry right now, that I could have actually got out of this car if he carried on.

''I just feel like…this is my fault. I feel as though I should've took the time…even when I came back from London, I had to go and mess everything up!''

I undid my seatbelt then, and got out of the car. I could feel Rob's confused eyes following me as I stepped carefully out of the care before I said something that I regretted. I was stressed and this night didn't have to be ruined even more.

''Charlie please…get back into the car.''

''No. I'll only say something I fucking regret!'' I shouted back before slamming the car door after me. I stormed off into the dimly lit forest besides the lay by, needing to just calm down for a minute.

''Charlie wait!'' Rob called after me, getting out of the car too. I groaned in response, and slammed myself down on a bench, ignoring him as I put my head between my hands. I really hoped that he wasn't following me.

However, I knew that he was, because I could hear his footsteps following behind me, crunching against the grass. I groaned again, and threw my head onto the table in anger. I knew I had an absolute awful temper but I didn't care. I was so fucking stressed right now that I didn't care about anything!

''Charlie,'' I heard Rob say again, closer now. ''I know that you're stressed out, but hear me out. Please.'' he begged me.

I huffed in response, sitting back up and throwing my head back up to glare at him from across the table. ''Why should I hear you out for? What have you got to say? More things that you fucking regret about this relationship?''

''I never said that I regretted anything.'' he reminded me calmly, because it was true. He really hadn't said that he had regretted anything that we had done. But why else was he talking about it now?

''I don't regret anything that we've done…as a couple.'' He added, getting back off of the bench, and walking to my side of the bench, taking a seat next to me.

''Yeah right.'' I huffed in response, hiding my face again.

''I cant help thinking that Michael is right. That we rushed into this, and I feel as though even from the start of our relationship…I should have just taken things more slower-''

''-So what's that then, if it isn't regretting things-''

''-BUT,'' he interrupted me. ''I couldn't ever regret things that we've done together. You mean so much to me Charlie that…well I almost feel guilty about the way that I've rushed things. But I can safely say that I wouldn't ever take back a moment that we've spent together.'' He admitted, trying to pull my hands away from my face.

After that failed, he sighed heavily and pulled me around so that I was forced to look at him, and he pulled my hands away from my face. ''No!'' I complained, trying to hide myself with my hands again, but he wouldn't let me.

He took my face into his hands, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight, because I didn't want to see the disgust on his face.

''Despite how fast this relationship has gone…I love you. And that's never going to change, so no amount of stropping or trying to convince yourself that I regret us is going to stop that.'' His lips crashed into mine, making me gasp in shock.

I shoved at his shoulders, trying to pull him away from me, before I made a bigger idiot of myself. But he refused to let me go anywhere; his hands wandered my sides, and stopped on my back, pressing me deeper into him.

I gave in as soon as he deepened our kiss, his tongue hesitating slightly to take in the taste of my lips. I moaned, and gently pushed myself down so that I was lying on the bench, with his body above mine.

This may have always been what we did after we had an argument but right now I couldn't have cared less. My hand went to the back of his hair just like how it always did, and pulled gently on the soft stands of hair at the back.

We kissed for ages, right until one of us had to pull away so that we could catch our breathes. He kissed the side of my neck as my breathing died down, and I instantly pushed my head back, giving him more access as he…

''Rob!'' I complained as he sucked on my pulse point. He bit down, making me whimper but thrust my hips to meet his too. It was a mixture of delightful pain and pleasure mixed into the fresh love bite that he was making on my neck.

He pulled his face upwards after he had made my love bite, and his mouth found mine again. He kissed me urgently, deepening the kiss as soon as his lips found mine. I moaned uncontrollably as he tasted me, and I took his lower lip in between my teeth, sucking gently on the skin there whilst I took in the amazing flavour of him.

He moaned in response, before releasing me from his arms. He pulled me up from the bench with him, and I watched in confusion as he ran back to the car. My confusion soon faded though as he pushed me into the back seat of the car and climbed on top eagerly.

His lips were on top of mine before I could truly get over the shock of it all, and it didn't take me long for me to kiss him back just as eagerly. His hands were running down my sides perfectly, and he stopped as he came to my hips.

He lifted my body up a little bit, so that we were touching perfectly, with his body perfectly on top of mine, gently pressed to my body. I could feel all of him, and I had enough proof from his words and how his body was straining to get to me that he truly loved me in every single way possible.

''God…I think we should get home and now…I want you so bad, but this isn't the place to-''

''-Shh,'' I interrupted him, forcing his face back to mine, and kissing him furiously. He moaned against my eager lips, and complied by pushing me back down on the seat, and letting his tongue dart out and dancing perfectly alongside my own.

His hand wrapped tenderly in mine, wrapping our fingers together perfectly as he finally pulled away from me. His face dropped, leaving a perfect trail of kisses down from my mouth to my jaw, to my throat and neck.

I concentrated on getting my breathe back successfully before his lips could claim mine once more. It was hard to concentrate on breathing correctly though what with his lips at my neck, kissing down until they reached the very top of my dress.

He paused, hesitating on whether he should take this to the next level. I could tell by the non-accidental pause that he was keeping up, his lips remaining still on my soft skin. I waited, and his head finally pulled up a little bit.

He watched me with half open lids, heavy with lust. I shivered delightfully in response, before I could stop myself. ''Please…can I…undress you?'' He begged desperately. I nodded my head, unable to give no other answer.

''Hell yes,'' I replied, breathless from my need for him. He chuckled under his breathe in response, and began to carefully pull away my dress; his lips making their track back down my body with every bit of dress that he revealed to himself.

''Beautiful,'' he murmured against my skin. ''Glorious.'' He added, leaving my skin kissed by his wonderful mouth…

''God Rob…I want…I want…'' I trailed off though because I wasn't even sure what I wanted. I wanted to feel him for once. He always made sure that my needs got seen to, but never his, and I wanted to do this for him.

He pulled the dress successfully from me, and put it carefully onto the car floor, before looking back to me with lust-filled eyes. His lips claimed mine and I helped him from his shirt, pulling that to the floor too.

My hand was on his belt in his jeans before he had time to recover and I slowly pulled away his jeans from his body. He shivered as my hands traced his beautiful legs, and I kissed him sweetly on his right cheek, unable to stop myself.

He was absolutely perfect in every single way and I couldn't get enough of him. He helped me release his jeans from himself and he pulled them to the floor too. As soon as we were even out of his clothes, he had pulled into me swiftly.

I moaned and trusted my hips to his hard, needing to feel every inch of him. He moaned too, and pushed himself more harder into me, causing me to moan again in delight. He always knew what buttons to press, where to angle himself, and how to make me feel really, really good.

He was like an expert at this, and the more he gave me, the more I longed for. It was never enough, and I knew that the more he gave me, the more that I would want from him. He was too good.

He wasn't so gentle with me like how he normally was, but I didn't care. The whole time that we were making love was beyond perfect, and the more that he lost himself into it, the more adoration I felt for him.

I pulled back on my clothes and threw a grin at Rob. It had been perfect, even if it was in the car. I knew that Tasha wouldn't be too happy at our naughtiness but I didn't care. That had been too good to wait until we get home.

Make-up sex was the best.

''Well…I can definitely say that I'm glad that we didn't wait until we got home for that.'' Rob admitted happily, pulling back on his shirt. I grinned at him, and pulled myself back onto his lap, earning a small moan from him.

''Me too baby. I wouldn't have been able to wait for that.'' I admitted, kissing him roughly; letting him know just how much it meant to me. God…it had been the best. Maybe even better than any other time that we had had sex.

I think the thought of being caught out was what made it so exciting too. Everyone knows that if you were caught making love in a car by a police officer…they wouldn't be happy. I couldn't help but feel a bit excited about that prospect…it was a lot easier to admit internally rather than out loud.

''Hmm, we should do that more often.'' He commented as I forced myself to pull away, and smile at him.

''Well obviously I will have to take you up on that.'' I replied, rubbing his jeans where he was already hard. He moaned in response, thrusting his body to mine.

''Uh huh,'' he replied incoherently, making me laugh. He was so gloriously beautiful when he was incoherently dazzled. ''Lets go home…before I decide to take you right here again.'' He warned me in that glorious rough voice.

I shivered in response, barely able to control myself. ''Ooh yes please.'' I begged, making him chuckle in response.

''I think I should be good and make love to my stunningly beautiful wife in our bed at home.'' He replied, kissing me gently on my forehead.

''What if I want to be naughty and I want you to take me here…again?'' I asked him, too dazzled by Rob to truly know what I was saying right now.

''You'll just have to wait.'' He chuckled, before rubbing his hand below my panties, and causing me to moan out in delight. God, was he trying to torture me? By the playful chuckle that I got from him, the answer was yes, he wanted to torture me.

''Well you just better make sure that you drive us quickly to our house, don't you?'' I demanded, glaring at him.

He gulped and nodded his head, mumbling something incoherent as we got into the front of the car. He certainly did what he said he would do; he was very eager to get home by the looks of it. However I, was in playful mood.

I wasn't sure what was coming over me, but I was starting to wonder if that 'non-alcoholic' wine really had alcohol in it because I really was in a flirty mood today. I wanted him again, and I wanted him now.

After Rob had come back from the shops after pulling over to get me some skittles…maybe not the best idea with my hyper behaviour already but I had begged him to stop and get me some at the petrol station.

I flashed him a playful grin after he had got back into the car and passed me the skittles, and he was instantly suspicious. His forehead furrowed in confusion, and he watched me closely as he put the key into the engine.

''Eh…why are you looking at me like that for?'' He asked me confused. I blushed scarlet red, and put the skittles into the little bag that was lying on the floor as Rob pulled away from the petrol station and back onto the main road.

The restaurant had only been round the corner from our house, but we couldn't walk about with the paparazzi about, and we had agreed to go for a little drive after the restaurant to cool down and talk about it before we went to bed so that we didn't go to sleep on bad terms.

Which is why we were now on the motorway which ran for a few miles, though Rob wasn't letting on where he was going yet exactly. I didn't quite understand whether it was just a simple drive around or if there really was something at the end of this road.

''Well….'' I began in the same playful, light tone. ''I was wondering-''

''-Oh god.'' He interrupted me, sighing heavily. I turned my head and flashed him a very confused look. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

''And what do you mean by that Robert Pattinson?'' He grimaced in response to the use of his full name, but quickly got himself together again. He sighed and shrugged innocently.

''Nothing, just that usually when you're wondering about something, it relates to sex, something that you want, or something that you know I'm going to say no to already.'' He replied correctly. I pursed my lips in order to stop from laughing.

He was right about the first one. ''Well you wont want to, so there's no point telling you about it.''

''Fair enough.''

I watched him from the corner of my eye, hoping that there was a chance that he would change his mind. But he carried on driving, a stubborn smile written across his face. I so badly wanted to take him into my-

''What is it?'' he asked me, sounding frustrated. I knew why. He knew that if he didn't let me tell him what it was then I wouldn't be very happy. He was right, of course.

I smiled across at him, pleased that he had asked me, making him sigh heavily again in response. ''Well, I just…wanted to stop for a minute…I feel a little faint actually.'' I lied, before pulling back onto the seat, and resting my hands over head to make it look more dramatic.

''You must think I was born yesterday.'' He replied, laughing at my lie. I knew what I really wanted…and I wanted it now.

''No, I'm not…in fact I think I'm going to be sick!'' I warned him, making a gagging sound for extra benefit.

''You're joking!'' Rob exclaimed, believing me, but more in shock now. I knew he didn't want this car to be ruined after he had brought my Mini for me especially.

''No, I really feel ill Rob. Look there's a lay by there, please stop before I'm sick!'' I warned him. He sighed in response, but was pulled over in the lay-by in seconds, and I was out of the car, and to the field quickly to make it look good.

''Are you alright?'' I heard Rob call after I hid myself behind a tree.

''Yeah, I feel a bit better now.'' I replied, hearing his car door shut. I groaned loudly in response, trying to make out that I was ill as he walked towards me. He reached me, and put his hand on my arm, comforting me.

''Are you sure that you're okay? You look a little pale.'' I wasn't too sure how I could look pale after our honeymoon to Africa. I was still very much brown and tanned, but I was glad that I looked convincing.

''Yeah, I think I was just being silly.''

''Are you sure you're okay?'' He questioned me worriedly.

I nodded. ''Yeah, I'm fine now. I weren't even sick, I think it was just my stomach.'' I told him, even though it was all lies.

''Okay, well I'm just going into the restaurant to ask if they have a bathroom. I'll be back in a minute.'' He promised me, kissing me once, before he hurried off to the small, American restaurant behind us, just outside the lay-by. I turned to watch him run.

My god, he looked…wow. I licked my lips in response, and clambered back into the car, preparing myself to tell him that I felt okay now. My stomach churned in anticipation about what I was about to ask Rob to let me do. I wasn't sure he would let me though; he had a fetish of not letting things like that happen.

He was very keen to make sure my needs got seen to but then when it came to him, oh no…because that was too 'uncomfortable'. Not for me it wasn't. I happened to enjoy the last time my mouth had been there, right where I wanted it to be…taking him full into my mouth…

I forced myself to look back up and try and block out the fantasy in the back of my head. It was hard though. Very, very hard. There was nothing more that I wanted right now than to do this for him.

Especially as when I got more bigger with this baby, further into my pregnancy we probably couldn't make love. I would be too tired all the time, and far too big. I would miss any sort of intimacy that I shared with him.

Rob walked back out of the restaurant then and strolled to the car, slowly at first before quickly turning his stroll into a run. As soon as he had got into the car, he smiled worriedly at me. ''Feeling any better?'' He asked me anxiously.

''Much.'' I replied, because the truth was I never really was ill in the first place. It had got him to stop though didn't it?

''Good…do you think it will be okay for me to carry on driving?'' He asked me hesitantly. My heartbeat instantly took off and in this silent car, I knew that Rob could hear it. He flashed me a confused look, but I just smiled in reassurance.

I was already reaching across for him, begging him to let me get close to him…to let this happen. I so badly wanted to do him a few favours for once. I mean it was about time, right? I thought so anyway.

He watched me shocked, not seeming to know what he should do for the best as I crossed the car to reach him. It looked as though he wasn't sure whether he should pull me away for him…or let me reach him.

''Please,'' I begged as he started to try and pull away from me. ''I want to try something.'' I added, taking a seat on his lap. He gulped several times, as he slowly started to come back from reality and what was going on.

''Charlie…this isn't a good idea-''

''Shh,'' I begged him, dying to do this. I was so eager to just…go with this right now. I wanted to touch him, to do every single thing to hear his moans and sighs of pleasure. It was what I lived for.

''I love you and I want to do this for you.'' I slid down his lap, and took a seat on the car floor, as he continued to watch me in confusion. His hands were gripping the chair hard, trying not to reach out and grab me, and tell me not to be so stupid.

His chest was moving slightly erratically than if he was taking normal breaths. He was panting his breathe, trying to calm himself down. I kept my eyes low, and on his jeans, as I undid the jean button, and unzipped the zipper.

I could feel his eyes burning into the top of my head as I moved his pants to the side as far as possible, and took him in my hands…and that was when I heard. The gasp of shock as he realized what I wanted to do.

''Charlie…god! This can surely wait until we get home if that's…what…I mean…here? Why on earth here? You cant just give-OH FUCK!'' He cried out as I ignored his plea with a roll of my eyes and took him into my mouth.

I looked up in time to see him throw his head back against the car seat, and he thrust his hips further forward, helping me along as I slowly accommodated all of him into my mouth. He was so big, that it was actually hard to accomplish that.

He moaned far too loudly and thrust himself uncomfortably as the sensations were driving him mad. He tightened both of his hands into the back of my hair and pulled me further to him, helping me along again.

''Oh god Charlie…so wrong…doing this…but it feels…it feels so good.'' He moaned out breathlessly, making me smile against him. I had done this only once before and I still didn't have a clue to what I was doing much when it came to this but to hear that he was very much enjoying himself made me happy.

I carried on with my slow movements, taking him in and out of my mouth fully, until he finally started to get frustrated. ''Oh god…Charlie…please….uhnn…I need…I need you to…er…faster.'' He begged in a breathless voice. I complied straight away, letting his hands in the back of my hair to help me along as I fastened my movements. God, there was nothing quite like this at all.

''Ooh…oh god…fuck…you feel so…fucking good.'' He moaned out, pulling my head forward more to his satisfaction. ''Oh god yes…oh fuck…I…I'm going to…fuck…so…fucking…uhnn close.'' He warned me.

He tried his hardest to pull my head away so that I didn't have to taste him but he had no chance. I slapped his hands away furiously making him groan in response. ''You shouldn't…fuck Charlie!'' He moaned as my hands rubbed him.

His hands went back into my hair, pulling more into me instead of trying to pull me away, and he moaned the whole time that he lost it in my mouth.

''Oh god…fucking hell…magic…amazing.'' He said breathlessly, taking the words right out of my mouth. He had tasted so fucking good that I couldn't believe I had done this as often as I should.

''I can safely say the same. You taste absolutely amazing.'' I replied, licking my lips as I pulled him back into his pants, and did his jeans up after he gained his breathe after that amazing performance there.

He tasted sweeter than sugar, better than pizza, warmer than hot water, and more delicious than the most delightful flavour in the whole wide world.

''I wish I had more control.'' He mumbled breathlessly after I had climbed onto his lap, dropping my legs on either side of his body and pressing mine into his, gaining a very happy moan from him.

''Over?'' I asked him confused.

''Over what you do to me. I'm a typical Man…I cant get enough of you. Especially when…when you did that…that was fucking amazing!'' He complained, making me roll my eyes. I'd rather have Robert Pattinson as my Boyfriend, not somebody who lived in the past.

It was because of who he was that I loved him. I didn't want him to change ever, and if he did, I wouldn't have been happy. He was everything I could ever want.

''I'd rather you let me do that and you enjoyed that compared to if you were boring, and read books non-stop, preferring to watch television rather than…well…let our…passion die down.'' I replied as his hands gently rubbed my naked legs on either side of his body.

''As if I could ever keep my hands off of you anyway.'' He promised me in a gorgeously truthful tough voice. ''Its just a shame that I cant control my thoughts…some of the things that you wear…I'd take you everywhere given the choice.''

I shivered against him in pure delight, so glad to know that I wasn't the only one wanting to tear his clothes off at every single moment of the day.

''I'm sorry,'' Rob apologized to me, making me confused. ''But I think that I better start driving again, before I really lose control.''

I grinned in response, blushing a bright red in response. ''We best get going then.'' I agreed, lowering my face to kiss him.

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