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Home was good. It took another week for me to get to go home since I'd lost my voice. When I got it back, I had to tape my statement on what I remembered at the police station.

"Start from the beginning and then go from there. We'll tell you when to stop," one of the British officers said to me.

I was all alone in the dark room, a camera placed in front of me. I didn't focus into it, just looked past it, into the two-way window. I wished that my dad was here with me, or even better, Edward.

I took a deep breath and began with my story. "I was twelve when he raped me. . ."

I told them about everything. About the sex with James, the drugs with Victoria, the being a prostitute, going to Forks, coming here, and then meeting Edward, what happened with James over the summer, the note that Maggie gave me from him, my encounter with him at Wendy's, and then what happened on the night I was kidnapped.

"But then when I got in the car, I just blanked out after a while. I don't remember anything from after getting in the car. But I do remember waking up, and not knowing anything. Anything at all.

I was in the white linen room, sleeping naked. I couldn't even remember my name, and that scared me. I got dressed in an outfit that was laid out for me. I had to ask the doorman who I was. He . . . I believe his name was Victor. I can't be sure, so don't quote me. But he told me who I was, that I was wealthy and I was married to him. And I believed him because I didn't know any better. And then I talked with Victoria. She was the same Victoria I had known . . . the one that was supposed to be dead. But she acted as my best friend. So I just went with it.

"When we came home, James and I had sex. It was consensual that time, but after that I went upstairs completely sexually unsatisfied, so I handled it myself. And that was the rest of my day, since I had fallen asleep.

"When I woke up the next morning, my memories flooded back. But I played like a good girl thinking that perhaps, maybe, that I would be able to get out of the house and try to run away. But I got sick and went back up to my room. He came up then, hours later, wanting to have sex. I didn't want to, so I tried to push him off. He got mad, and figured out that I wasn't amnesiac anymore. She he started hitting me. Then he grabbed me by my hair and practically dragged me down the stairs into the basement. He tied me to the ceiling. We argued and I said something and he put a gun to my head. Then we talked some more, and he told me that we were actually married, and then he injected me with this yellowish clear liquid. And I was out.

"After that it was only in and out of consciousness. I remember waking up to find him raping me, or other people talking around me, injecting me with more liquid.

"And then that's all I remember. The next thing was waking up in the hospital." I sighed and wiggled my fingers, willing the blood to circulate.

"How many times did you have consensual sex with James Dwyer?" the officer asked me.

"Once that I could remember."

"And that's everything?"

I nodded. "That's it."

"Okay, Isabella, you're free to go," he said. My father came in then, smiling at me.

"You did good, kid," he said to me. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Can we get Edward first?" I said.

"Sure."

So we did, and then Edward, my father, had lunch.

I leaned on Edward's shoulder when I finished eating. "Daddy," I said. "What did you find out about me getting divorced?" I said with a serious face. He sighed.

"Because you were above legal age to be married, you have to wait six months before you can be divorced. Even under the circumstances. Since your mother made you a citizen in England, the marriage was legal. I can't do anything about it."

I sighed. It was unfair. I was IsabellaDwyer. It sounded so disgusting.

"He's in jail now though. And the trial's on Monday. He'll be sentenced in a few months if not weeks, and then you'll inherit all of the things he owned. It's how the law works, Bells."

"Yeah, I know. I just want to go home."

And in a few days, Charlie, Edward and I were able to leave. And nothing felt better than walking into Maggie's house and straight into Alice's arms. She hugged me so tight sobbing into my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, and I love you," she said. I smiled back at her, hugging her back.

Maggie's house was put back to normal, and there were more people than I remembered. Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett were there too. They welcomed me back, and Rosalie had out first in depth conversation, no drugs, no highs, nothing, and it turned out that Rose was an actual person. And I could be her friend.

Esme was a case of the same cure.

"Isabella," she said. I looked at her. And her face looked sad. "May I speak to you for a moment in the kitchen?"

I nodded and I went with her.

"I'm sorry for whatever happened to you," she began. "I truly am, and I hope that you don't think I'm lying. I know that Edward and I had never been on the best of terms, and I would really like to change that. I wanted to apologize for all that I have ever said about you. Because any woman who can go through all of the things you have deserves an award. And still, no matter what you do, you manage to keep Edward busy, and out of trouble. He's changed a lot, and I can see that. But it's for the good, for the better and that's all I can ask for in a mother. That really is. And I'm so happy that I get to have you as a daughter.

"At first, I thought you were one of Edward's call girls. But for him to do something like ask you to marry him, that's something big from Edward, because that means commitment, and Edward isn't so good with that. But with you, it seems to come easy for him. I hope you accept my apology and my blessing," she finished.

I smiled. I was still a little edgy with her, but she apologized and I could live with that.

"You're an amazing young woman. And if Edward thinks your good enough for that, then that's good enough for me. "

"Thank you, Mrs.—"

"Please," she said, cutting me off. "Call me Esme, sweetie. And you are welcome into my house anytime you please."

"Okay, Esme. Thank you so much. It really means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." She hugged me and then we went out with everyone else, who was eating pizza. I sat with Edward on the sofa, stealing bites of his slice.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just happy that I'm home. And I love you," I said.

"I love you more."

"Impossible."

"Fine, it's a tie."

I smiled and he leaned down to kiss me. Someone snapped a picture, but I didn't care.

No one asked what happened, but when Alice and I had one of our late night girl talks, I spilled. Everything. Everything that happened to me.

"Wow, Bella. I don't know how you could still want to be with a man after that," she said softly, wiping the tears under her eyes. I smiled at her.

"You have a point, but Edward is different," I said. "He was always different. He makes me feel different."

"He ism different, and I know that.. He's very lucky to have you." My stomach growled and I laughed.

"I am so effing hungry," I said.

"Damn girl. You can eat for two people," Alice said.

I smiled at her. "I do eat for two people. I'm pregnant," I said. I smiled brightly.

"What?" She squealed.

"Yeah. I'm almost nine weeks now," I said. I rubbed my stomach, standing up so she saw my profile. I ran my hand over my stomach again, feeling the subtle bump.

"I see it. You are pregnant." She smiled. "I thought you were just getting fat. And I wouldn't blame you."

I laughed.

"Do you know what you're going to name it?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Don't know. We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet." I smiled. "He still wants me. Not sexually or anything, but he still loves me. I can't believe it."

"Why?" she asked. "You're Isabella Swan."

I winced. "I can't believe I'm married," I said.

"That was a very asshole move," Alice said. "That's for sure." She looked like she was going to fight someone.

"Yeah. But I have to wait five and a half more months until I can divorce him, unless he dies first. Then I'll be a widow. Then, I'll just inherit his money and all his property. Even if it is dirty money. I deserve more than that for the shit he did to me." I sighed. "I mean all that stuff . . . and I wasn't the girl he did it to, I was the only one that got out alive . . . I just can't believe it."

"I know what you mean. Granted I've never been in your place, but still, money can't solve everything, even if it's a lot of money."

"And James has a lot of money. I know it's wrong to think like this, but it could help out my dad a lot. He works so much. And I know Edward's parents are loaded and Edward has a trust fund from his grand parents, but still you know. We'll still need the money. A baby is expensive."

"Yeah. Just don't forget that I want to be the god mother!" Alice chirped. I smiled.

"How could I forget? You're my best friend. Of course you'll get to be the god mother. But I think I want to make Jasper the god father. I know you guys are in it for life too, so it's only logical. I feel like I just don't know Emmett and Rosalie that well."

"Well whatever you choose right? I hope everything goes better for you guys."

"Yeah. But everything is already getting better, that's for sure," I said.

"You believe it don't you?"

"Of course I do." I looked at the stars. "It's the plan."

"I'm not even going to ask," she said.

"It's a thing with me and Edward."

"Figures. You guy are attached at the hip." She smiled, but I just looked at her.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well I'm going to head inside. I'm so fucking beat, dude." Alice hugged me. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning," she said. I smiled.

"Night Al."

"Night Bell, happy birthday."

She went inside. I was out on the porch. I just looked up at the stars.

"Hey Baby," I whispered. "I hope to God I make a fucking good mother. I really do. Because you deserve everything you could ever want. I mean what more could you ask for? Your dad is fucking hot and completely delish, and dude, the sex we had to make you was the best, let me tell you." I laughed a little bit. "I just hope me and your daddy can do the best we can to make life for you the best. Because I'll die than let what happened to me happen to you..."

"Bella?"

I turned around and then saw Edward standing in the doorway. I smiled at him.

"Don't think I'm crazy—I was just talking to the baby—our baby."

"Our baby. I never thought I would hear that this soon." He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I indulged in that kiss and then he smiled at me. He picked me up and we went to lie in the grass.

We looked at the stars. I put my arm around his waist, laying my head on his chest. His heart was beating so fast. I asked him why.

"It's what you do to me Bella. You make me feel like that all the fucking time. You're mine. All mine. And sometimes, it's too good to be true, because you're way too good for me. Way too good. You were definitely sent by the heavens. I'm just glad they sent you to me," he said. He kissed my hair. "You're perfect you know."

I smiled. "You are so wonderful Edward Cullen."

He sighed. "I love you Bells."

"And I love you."

"What are we going to do Bella?" he asked. "It's not something easy that goes away. It's a baby," Edward said softly. And of course, I knew there would be doubts, but Edward was asking because he wanted to know what was going to happen, not if we could do it. And that was all I could ask for.

"I don't know Edward. It's going to be hard, but we can do it right? If we stick to the plan," I said.

"Yeah, stick to the plan. That's been going will right?" he said in a sardonic, mocking tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes it has Edward," I said flatly. "Get rid of the sarcasm. This is a beautiful moment we're having," I scolded.

"Oh, right," he said. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

After a while, we went inside, up to our room, and then we just cuddled before I fell asleep. Sex wasn't happening yet.

At least for a little while. The doctors, psychiatrists, and Carlisle recommended it.

Eh, it'll get better from here. I knew it would. Because eventually, I was going to have to attack Edward and fuck him soon. And I knew soon was sooner than I thought.

*~*~*~*~*

After our friends, including Alice, left to their respective corners of the earth accommodations were quickly made for me. Because Charlie didn't want to be so far away from me, Edward and I moved back to Forks. We packed our things, and then we said goodbye to Maggie and Laurent. I was pretty sure they were happy with having the whole house to themselves. I wouldn't put it past them.

I lived with my dad, and Edward lived with his parents, but I snuck Edward over during the middle of the nights so we could sleep together, even though I was pretty sure Charlie knew. Especially when he would knock on the door and say, "What do you kids want for breakfast?" I would laugh and Edward would always answer for waffles.

I think Charlie fell in love with Edward. Despite the fact that Edward's criminal record wasn't drastic but still a little iffy, Charlie seemed to think he was perfect, just like I did. And that was the great thing about it. Because for the first few days, Edward and Charlie argued over who got custody of me. It made them both anxious, but then Esme would drop by and scoop me up, take me to the spa for a little girl time.

Much needed girl time since it was time for a wax again, and my finger nails and toes were looking more abused that I'd ever seen them.

Then it came down to school. We were able to take all our junior classes online, becoming seniors like everyone else so we graduated on time with the rest of the class. I didn't go to school for a week because I was still recuperating, and because Edward was there with me, he had gotten leave granted from school, so we spent most of the days studying, and then we did couple stuff. I was so happy to be normal. Normal was good.

But our first day back was hell. It wasn't so much the attention that Edward got that I had gotten. I'd been on the news ever since a few days after I had gotten taken. And Jessica and Lauren had used it to their advantage. I hadn't heard so many rumors in my life.

And most of them were pathetic.

But mostly, the rumors were of how I was pregnant. I was pregnant in a small town. Who the fuck thought it wasn't going to happen? I mean I was pretty sure that Lauren and Jessica both had about three (at least!!) STD's each. And they sure as hell weren't from Edward.

Just plain, fucking pathetic. That was it. They really were. It made me sicker than my morning sickness had.

But whatever.

I got out of the Edward's Audi, him helping me out. He took my back pack and put it over his own shoulder, taking me hand in his. Since we had most of our classes together, Edward was with me the entire day, and that was it. He sat next to me, and then walked me to our other classes. Everyone stared.

I wasn't stupid. I watched the news too. And my picture was all over the place still, because James still hadn't been sentenced. I wanted to know what the fuck was taking so long.

"So did he kidnap you and make you his sex slave? Or did he pay you to suck him off?" That was Jessica's voice behind us. I whipped my head around to see her smug face. "Because we all know you like it rough."

"What did you say?" I said softly. I narrowed my eyes at her and stepped forward, letting go of Edward's hand.

"You heard me, you filthy bitch. No one feels sorry for you. We all know you did it because you wanted attention," she said. She flipped her hair in a superficial way, just staring at me. Edward was pulling my arm, trying to get me to walk away.

"Hold on," I said to him. I looked at Jessica. "If you fucking think that I did that shit for publicity, you must be out of your fucking mind, Jessica Stanley. Just because your pussy doesn't hold your men on a leash, doesn't mean you have to go after someone who does," I said in a lethal voice. She scoffed.

"You're such a filthy slut." She said through clenched teeth.

I cranked back my fist, hitting her right in the middle of her face, blood spurting everywhere. She floundered backwards, screaming wiping the blood from her face. People started looking around. I turned on the waterworks and starred crying. The principal came out, and looked at the situation, assessing the information from witnesses. I was sent home for the rest of the day, Edward skipping the rest of his classes to take me home and make sure that I wasn't alone. We worked on homework, watched some TV made out a little bit. You know . . . couple stuff.

But if we kept on doing the things we did, I would be late for my appointment with my therapist.

"Come on Edward, I'm going to be late for my meeting with Dr. Mansfield," I said to him, as he trailed kisses all down my bodies, reaching my breasts, kissing the swell through my shirt.

"Are you sure? This is getting pretty good," he said.

I laughed, but it was more like a breathy moan. "Not now, Edward, maybe later."

"Fine, Bella. Let's go."

So we did.

I had therapy five days a week for an entire three weeks, had to take medication for depression, and use sleeping pills so I could fall asleep. But now, just once a week, and no depression meds and no sleeping pills, because sex with Edward wore me out some, it was easy to fall asleep.

Edward held my hand while we drove to the therapists' office. I was nervous. I was always nervous when we went. And it was because he made me do it, made me go back to the bad places in my memories.

Edward waited for me in the waiting room for the entire hour, no doubt texting Alice or something.

"Good afternoon Bella," Dr. M said. I smiled.

I took a seat on the sofa, kicking off my sandals and laying back. It was my routine.

"So what shall we talk about today?" he asked.

I said nothing.

"How about we talk about your favorite memory? Is that okay?"

I smiled and I nodded. "It was over the summer. Behind my house, there are woods, mostly wet, but when it rains, you can barely feel it. And I love to go back out there. Well, it was a sunny day that day, however abnormally, you know, but it was beautiful. The grass was wet, so I brought a blanket with me . . ."

I called Edward.

"Hello?" he answered. He sounded like he'd been sleeping.

"Did I just wake you up?" I asked him.

"Yes. I was up all last night playing Halo with Emmett."

"Oh," I said sort of sadly. "'Kay bye."

"Wait," he said.

"What?"

"What did you call me for?" he asked. His voice was rough from sleep, but it had softened a great deal. I smiled.

"I just wanted to hang out," I said. "It's not a big deal though."

"No, it's okay Bella. Where did you want to go?"

I laughed. "My backyard.

He laughed. "Give me a half hour, and I'll be there okay?"

"Okay." I smiled.

"I lov . . . uh, I'll see you later."

I hung up and went back into my house, making brownies. They were Edward's favorite, and I loved that he loved them. So I popped them in the oven and went upstairs to change. I put on a skirt and a simple cotton tee. I slipped into some sandals, and that was it. I waited downstairs for Edward and for the brownies to finish. The brownies were first, so I put them on a plate. I was anxious to see Edward. Excited. I couldn't wait for some reason. It had been two days, in fact, and I just. . . I missed him I guess.

The door opened and in walked Edward. I smiled at him and jumped on him, giving him a hug. There was a crunch between us, and when I pulled back and dropped myself, I realized it was because he was holding a small bouquet of lilies. White calla lilies. In other words, my favorite.

I smiled at him.

"You so want in to my pants," I teased him.

"I do, but that's not why I came," he said.

"SO why did you come?" I asked him, pulling him into the kitchen.

"Because I had to see my girl. I was going into withdrawal—did you make brownies?" he said with a smiled. Just like a kid in a candy store.

"For you? Of course," I said. He leaned down and kissed me, picking me up and sitting me on the counter. I yelped when he pulled my body close to his. I may have been surprised, but I loved when he did that to me. So dominating. . .

Yum.

"You're perfect you know that?" he said in my ear.

"So I've heard," I hummed. He laughed a little, before planting a solitary kiss on my neck. Nothing extravagant, but something beautiful. Something was on his mind. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Nothing, just a little tired. I'm fine other than that. I promise." He smiled at me and kissed my lips, convincing me. And he was very good at persuading, making feelings run down to my toes.

But before anything could get out of hand, the front door slammed.

"Bella?"

"Shit!" I said. "My dad."

Edward leaned against the counter, looking completely innocent. But I knew he was annoyed at getting cock-blocked.

I know I was.

"Yeah, Dad," I said, hopping off the counter. I went and grabbed the plate of brownies, taking one for me and handing the plate to Edward. He grinned and ate one. I laughed.

"Who's here with you?" he asked. But when he came into the kitchen, he sighed. "Cullen," he said.

"Chief," Edward said after he swallowed.

"Daddy,:" I said in an overly sweet voice. "Edward and I are going to go out back. We're just going to hang out. I was thinking pizza for dinner? Alice is coming over."

"Right," he said. "Sounds good."

"Oh, and can she spend the night?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Thanks Daddy." I kissed his cheek, and Edward and I left outside into the backyard.

I lay on my back, looking up to the sky. Edward was right beside me. He took my hand.

"You look beautiful, Bells," he said. I turned on my side, propping my head up with my hand, leaning on my elbow.

"Really? You think so?" I said softly. He nodded. "Thanks, Ed."

"You're the only one who gets away with calling me that," he laughed. I smiled.

"I know. And I'm flattered. Just like you call me Iz. No one else calls me that. Just you. And only you. I think it'll always be like that you know?" I whispered. He pulled my body to his, my face only inches away from his face.

I leaned in to kiss him, his lips soft and sweet, a hint of chocolate in his mouth, but after that, just Edward. Just him and all his glory, everything that made me wet, hot and bothered.

I ran my fingers through his hair, running my other hand over the flexing muscles of his back. I moaned and he laughed.

"I love it when you do that you know," he whispered against my lips.

"I know. And even though I can't help it, I love to do it for you." I smiled and then he sat up, straddling me. He just looked at me. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm hungry. You wanna eat and then pick up Alice?" He asked.

I nodded, then grinned slyly. "How about a quickie before?"

He smiled. "Deal."

"I mean, you can guess what happens next, Doc," I said.

"If I haven't told you, you might be a nymphomaniac," he said. I smiled.

"You don't have to tell me, because I know that already. I love sex. I love it. I love when Edward and I have sex, because it just isn't like normal sex. It's us. It just . . . I don't know. He's just good at what he does to me. He knows and I know and that's it. It's hard not to want sex when he looks like sex on legs." I smiled.

Dr. Mansfield laughed. "As long as you're getting better." He smiled.

I smiled.

I was getting better. It was taking a while, but I was getting there. And Edward helped me mostly, since he was the one who calmed me down when I had panic attacks. I could handle it better when his hands were all over me. When Edward was making love to me. My dreams, sleeping, made me nervous; it sent me back there. I was grateful for Edward, that any time I wanted him he complied. He liked sex, so it wasn't that bad for him. After all I was his very sexy, pregnant girlfriend.

My time was up with the doctor then. I was happy that I got to talk about nice things, things that were joyful.

Not depressing.

Edward took me home and I went up to my bedroom, him trailing behind me. He stripped me out of my clothes, and then ran a bath for me.

He sat on the floor, me int the tub, my belly poking out of the water. Edward put his hand on my stomach and I smiled.

"What the hell are we going to name her?" he asked.

"How do you know it's a her?"

"I don't know. I just, think it's a girl."

"Well, what about Emma?" I asked.

"Emma?" He smiled. "I like it."

"Yeah? What about Jillian?"

"That's good too. But I think I like Emma better."

"Me too," I smiled. He laughed.

"Okay, for boys now."

"What about Alexander?"

Edward shook his head. "No. Christopher?"

"Eh, it has a little ring to it," I said. "What about Kyle?"

"It has potential. But I really like Emma," he said. "Emylie Jillian."

"What about Sarah?"

"Has potential. Maybe for a second kid. But like I said—"

"I know, I know. You like Emma," I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Yes."

"Do you think it'll be a girl?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Even though I really like the name Emma, I'm not going to name my son that either."

We laughed together and then I frowned. "Edward, what if I don't like the baby as much as I'm supposed to? What if I love you more?"

"Bella, that'll change. Because, like you told Charlie. It's a different kind of love," he said. I smiled, but I couldn't help but let the tears fall.

Edward didn't say anything, but, "What if I'm not a good enough father?"

"Edward that should be the least of your worries. You're going to be a great father, and you know it. It's hard being eighteen with a kid. I know. Try being pregnant. Then you can complain," I said to him with a smile. He laughed and I wiped away my tears. "I love you though, no matter what happens."

"I love you too, no matter what."

*~*~*~*~*

"Edward fucking Cullen, get your ass down here," I screamed up the stairs. I was running around the house, getting the keys to the Audi, getting my school books ready, all the while eating breakfast. I grabbed my coat, shrugging it on. I took another bite of my toast and then poured myself a glass of apple juice, taking some vitamins. Turns out I was underweight for a pregnant woman. I barely showed and I was already eighteen weeks pregnant.

"Coming!" he yelled down. This was the third time this week we were going to be late to class. And it was always his fault. I swear to god he took too long in the shower. And I guess that was my fault. I haven't had sex with Edward, and it's been a while. And he doesn't try either. Well he doesn't try that much. There are times where I catch him staring at him, and my body feels white hot and turned on, but I just couldn't. What if he got disgusted with my body or something? I couldn't handle that kind of rejection. I mean I was pregnant and fat and I thought I was disgusting. I wouldn't put it past him to think so as well.

We weren't married yet though. James was still alive, and it was only two and a half months into our marriage. I still had four months left, because it took at least ten years for someone sentenced to death to die. They had to go through appeals and all that shit. While I was here, traumatized. I mean, he did it. Why did it have to take so fucking long right?

I mean sure, Edward and I were having a kid, but still. I thought it was a little drastic to get married so soon anyways. Living with our parents would be so amazing for our married life. So we were going to wait a while. At least until after we graduated.

It was almost Halloween time though. So it was chilly and cold. I loved this fall. Edward let me make him cookies and stuff all the time, and we ate the junk food while watching scary movies and doing homework.

That month and a half flew by fast. James was tried and sentenced to death. And that was only for my case. As for the three other murders, and then the bodies that were found in the basement . . . I didn't know. I shuddered when I thought about that. But he was sentenced to die. To die just like all the girl he killed, like all of the people who were killed.

That was it. And then I would be free.

Edward finally came down stairs and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, before grabbing a piece of toast.

I smiled at him.

"What's wrong? Am I in trouble?" he asked. I giggled.

I shook my head. "Nothing and no. I'm just glad that we're back to normal."

A wishful look masked his face before he composed himself.

We could try . . . . I guess.

Maybe. Later.

He whisked me off to school, and we endured the day, before finally getting to go home. The fact that we had more classes together made class more do-able, but I hated that god-forsaken place. With a fucking passion that burned through me. Good fucking Lord.

We went to Port Angeles after school, getting something to eat and walking around. No one stared at us nearly as much there. And I was glad for it. Unless they were staring at Edward. Pregnant or not, I could kick some ass.

"What do you want to do?" Edward asked me as we walked to the car.

"Let's go to your house. It's been a while since I've been there."

He smiled and then we were off.

When we got there, we ditched out bags and shoes, going up to his bedroom. I had to figure out if I wanted a crib in my room or his.

I smiled, and then Edward came up behind me, putting his hands on my stomach. "What are you thinking about?"

"How I told you I wasn't going to give you a kid, and here we are, almost four months into pregnancy. It's kind of surreal you know? It's way too perfect."

"Well would you rather something go wrong?" I could hear the confusion in his voice.

"No! Of course not." I turned around in his arms. I wasn't nervous anymore. Well, not completely. "I love you," I said.

"I know," he responded.

"Smart ass."

He laughed. "I love you too."

His eyes asked permission for me, and I could sense that he really wanted it. So I stood on my tip toes, and I kissed Edward. He groaned and I giggled. But I didn't stop kissing him because it felt so good. Just, almost way too good. But it was just the way Edward kissed. He was that amazing.

Edward carried me over to his bed and lay me down, still kissing me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and then he kissed me harder, deeper.

"Oh, yes," I said when he kissed that spot of my neck.

I arched my back a little, and he moved his lips back to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting and exploring my mouth he knew so much.

I slid out from under him. It was too uncomfortable.

"Edward," I sang, "I get to be on top, sweetie."

"I don't mind," he said.

I laughed. "You're so sweet. Now, get me naked, before I change my mind," I said.

He grinned devilishly, something I hadn't seen in a while. "No problem."

He pulled off my t shirt, and then pulled off my jeans. They were super low rise to accommodate my growing belly. Like hell was I going to buy maternity clothes. If I wanted that, I would just wear Charlie's things or Edward's. Not like it mattered anyway. Edward undressed himself, already hard. Man was I aching for that to be in me.

He laid on his back beckoning me to come over to him. He smiled. I smiled back. I crawled onto him, straddling his waist, and then put his hand on his cock, guiding him to my aching, very wet entrance.

Ohhh.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Edward close his, and bite his lip. He must like this. Like being inside me. Why the hell I was so insecure? He always told me I was beautiful, but still . . . I don't know. But I know I shouldn't cock block him anymore.

I moved slowly in circles, savoring the moments. And then it was up and down, him sliding in and out. I almost couldn't handle it.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I said into the room. There was nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing and our skin smacking against each other's. Edward's hands reached up to touch my breasts, and I leaned forward, putting my weight on my hands on the bed. Edward's hips moved up to meet mine, and he was grunting and groaning, his hands all over my body. I threw my head back, and he kissed my neck.

"Oh, fuck, Bells," he grunted. His lips were firm on my throat, as I worked my hips. But then he switched our positions, flipping me onto the bed, so he was thrusting harder and harder into me, impaling me with everything he had. I think he was just getting out all his pent up sexual frustration of all the times I'd blocked him from having sex . And dammit if I was going to stop him. His hips met mine with ferocity I hadn't known he had. And that was because we had sex all the time. But now . . . whew.

He wasn't at all close to my body, only connecting where it mattered, his cock gliding in and out of me as held my thighs over his forearms. I threw my hands over my head and then gripped the blankets, moaning louder and louder. Edward gripped my hips, my toes curling and my body just willing him deeper still.

"Just . . . please . . ." I begged. I didn't know what I was begging for, but Edward certainly gave. And my back arched, my legs opening wider, just inviting him into me. I needed him. I wanted him. "More."

I didn't know how much more he could give me, but apparently, he was holding back.

I swear to God I would never get over this man and what he did to me. And he was all mine. I needed him. I needed him to come. I needed to come.

And then the familiar feeling was beginning. I was close to my climax, so I trailed my hand down to my clit, just making small quick circles around it, coming loose. Things tightened and coiled and I wanted to let loose. My back arched and then I screamed, shuddering and clenching around Edward's length as he continued to thrust into me.

Rarely did Edward come with me anymore. He always finished after me, and that was okay, because I liked the feeling of him inside me. I fucking loved it.

Warmth speared through me when Edward came and then he lowered his body over mine, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

"I can't wait to have this fucking baby s we can had kinky hard core sex," I breathed. My heart was pounding against my chest. I could feel his heart do the same against mine. He laughed.

"I know what you mean," he said to me. I smiled. "But it's not like it matters, because any sex with you is the best I've ever had, Bella." He smiled and kissed me.

"Aww, you're so romantic," I said to him. He smiled.

"I try," he said with a cheesy grin.

I rolled my eyes, but leaned up to kiss him. "I'm hungry. Make me something to eat?" I asked him.

"Whatever you want."

So he made me brownies and I ate a jar of pickles while we sat on the couch.

Normal. I liked this, It was good.

"So what do we do now? Like for real? I mean its great living with Charlie, but I don't think I could live with him and have a kid, you know?" I said softly.

"Yeah.

Now if we could just on with the rest of our lives, then everything would be perfect.

So yeah. That's it. I think I'm going to write one more chapter, which will be the epilogue and then that's it. For real.

Yeah.

Oh, I want to know what you want to read for the epilogue. Do you want it to be right as she gives birth, the marriage, or about ten-twelve years in the future? I'll have a poll up, and then I'll write the chapter and post.

It's depending on your answer of which chapter to write, so that's why I'm posting early.

I love you guys, and I'm starting a new story in place of this one, or maybe I'll post a one shot. (There will be a poll with story choices up soon :])

And it's a possibility that I will do an outtakes story or a sequel. That's also depending if you want to read one, you know?

:D So yeah. That's my little rant. And if I haven't stressed enough, I really need you to vote! And review. Don't forget to review.

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The next chapter wont be on Saturday, but next week, possibly during the middle, like Wed-Fri.

Love you guys,

Jess.