By: jennde

Prompt: yoga

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A/N: For my friend Nina – and that's a term I never use lightly.

This is my take on an older, not so perfect Edward and Bella.

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"What the hell did I do, Bella?" She was angry, that much was obvious, but I had no idea why.

"Nothing Edward. Just forget it!" She walked ahead of me, into the house, her evening dress dragging on the floor. I loosened my tie and closed the door behind us.

"What the fuck? How can I fix it if I don't know what I did wrong?" I thought we had been having a good time at the hospital fundraiser until she abruptly told me she wanted to leave.

She turned back to me, tears in her eyes. Even after 18 years of marriage and countless arguments, her tears still made my heart feel heavy. I hated it.

"You didn't do anything! It's just..." Her voice trailed off and she sobbed quietly and all I wanted to do was hug her and take the sadness away. I went to take her in my arms but she pulled away from me. She never pulled away from me.

"Bella, please..." I felt helpless and I just wanted her to talk to me.

"Forget it." With that she ran up the stairs, and I heard our bedroom door close quietly.

I made my way up the stairs, wondering why our evening had taken such an abrupt turn. I opened the door and found her lying on our bed, her back to me and her shoulders shaking from the sobs that were escaping her throat.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. "Bella, what is it?" She didn't answer, just continued to cry and sniff and I hated when she wouldn't talk to me. "Please, Bella. Talk to me." I moved my hand to her hair and gently ran my fingers through it, willing her to talk to me, to let me make it better. "Did something happen at the party?"

She started to cry harder and her voice sounded funny from her stuffed up nose. "Yes...no...I don't know."

I decided I had enough of not being able to see her face so I got up and walked to the other side of the bed and sat down on the edge. I looked at the beautiful face I had loved for so many years and my heart broke a little bit at the sadness I found there.

I took the hand that wasn't holding a crumpled up tissue and kissed her knuckles before entwining our fingers. "Bella, I need to know what happened."

She looked up at me, eyes puffy and red and watery and she shook her head. "I just..." She diverted her eyes and looked embarrassed and I was starting to get impatient.

"Bella..."

She sighed deeply. "There were so many beautiful women there and they were flirting with you like I wasn't even there and I look so fat in this dress and they were all so young and pretty." She said it all so fast and I was momentarily stunned. Fat? Other women?

"Bella, you're not fat, stop saying that. You're beautiful." And she was. I was as attracted to her as I had ever been. "Did I do anything to make you feel like I was interested in any of those women?"

"No, but they acted like I wasn't even there. Like I was so easily dismissed," she sniffled.

"I'm sorry that anyone would ever make you feel like that." I ran my hand across her cheekbone, trying to relax her. "Have I ever made you feel that way?"

"No, but-"

"No buts, Bella."

"Yes, Edward. I'm 3 sizes bigger than I was when we got married. None of my clothes fit me. I'm a cow." Then she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I swear my dick twitched in my pants. How could she think she wasn't the most exquisite woman in the world?

"Bella, we got married when we were 18, of course we don't look the same. My waist size is bigger and I've gotten my share of gray hairs. It's what happens when we get older."

"Still. I keep waiting for you to trade me in for a younger model."

I felt myself starting to get angry as I ran my hands through my hair. "How did this become about me? You think I want anyone else but you? I've never wanted anyone else." I moved her onto her back and lay my body on top of hers so she had no choice but to look at me. "I love you. I've only ever wanted you."

She was breathing heavily under me and fuck it if my dick wasn't getting hard at her closeness and the way her body was moving.

I kissed her roughly, still angry that she could think I could ever want anyone else. She seemed frozen and wasn't kissing me back and that just made me angrier.

"Fuck, Bella. Kiss me." That seemed to get her out of her trance and she kissed me back and I felt her beautiful body below me and I wanted her so badly. I lifted her dress and ran my hands over her stomach and her hips. I moved her to a sitting position and took her dress off, then laid her back down and removed her pantyhose before continuing my exploration of her body.

There was nothing on earth to compare to her beauty, and I told her so. I kissed her body and gazed at her form and told her all the things in my heart. How I loved the curve of her hips, the slight swell of her stomach and her full, strong thighs. How she was everything to me and I would be lost without her.

I stood up and took my clothes off, never taking my eyes from her. When I was naked I looked at her and grasped my hard cock in my hand and slowly stroked myself.

"Do you see? Do you see how hard I am for you? How could you ever think... Bella, it's only ever been you." I crawled back into bed and lay on top of her with my forearms on either side of her head. "Do you believe me?"

She nodded her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Yes. I love you so much. I'm sorry."

I kissed her tears away and whispered, "No, my Bella. Don't ever be sorry. Just believe in me, please. After all these years, please..." I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her against me. Always loving the way she felt around me. Wanting to come like a teenager as soon as I felt her softness envelop me.

I heard her sharp intake of breath when I was fully inside her and I brought my forehead to hers. "I love you. I love every part of you."

I flipped her over so she was on top of me, straddling my legs. I could see her beautiful body and I touched her wherever my hands could reach as she rode me.

"Edward. Oh, God. You feel so good." I grasped her hips and drove myself into her, loving the way she met my movements. I moved my hand until my thumb found her clit and she moaned loud and deep in her throat and I almost came from the sounds she was making.

"You're fucking gorgeous. I'll only ever want you."

I felt her come around me and with two more strokes I was right behind her. She fell on top of me and I held her close, rubbing her back and kissing her hair.

No, she didn't look like she did when we got married; neither one of us did. But I found her more beautiful now than I ever had. Someone else might look at my wife and see imperfection, but I only saw the love of my life. My heart, my soul, my happiness, my truth, my everything.