Disclaimer: Mention of sexual abuse so be warned.
BPOV
I fucking needed to get out of this bed. I'd been here a week and couldn't even move the slightest. Edward had been great, but he was also hovering. That in itself was starting to get fucking annoying.
Carlise also decided it was time to wean me off the morphine, which made my pain increasingly unbearable.
He and Edward stepped out and hour ago to get my discharge papers set up. Sneaky bastards left my tattling four year old on the floor with her coloring books.
Maybe I could sit on the edge of the bed so Edward wouldn't have to help me when he came back. I shifted only slightly, but that was enough to get Kenzie's attention.
"You moved." She said furrowing her brow.
"Not much." I shrugged watching her carefully.
"Daddy said no moving AT ALL." She said emphasizing the last part.
"I need to move to get better, monk." I said softly.
"You can move when Miss Carmen helps you." She said sweetly. Damn Edward had her brainwashed.
Carmen or the physical therapist from hell had teamed up with basically everyone in my family. She had me on a strict workout session, but if she wasn't around she wanted me resting and not over exerting myself.
"But sometimes it's good to do it myself." I explained.
"Daddy said no moving, if you don't listen I'll have to tell him." She warned.
"I guess I know who the favorite is." I mumbled laying my head back in frustration.
The door opened quietly and I knew who it was just by that action. Rosalie.
"Hi, guys." She said quietly, making her way to her usual seat next to me.
Another thing that had developed this week was Rosalie visiting with me everyday. She didn't speak much to me, but she would play with Kenz and kept her entertained.
"Aunt Rosie!" Kenz squealed jumping on her lap.
"Mackenzie your hair looks beautiful today." Rose smiled tugging on her French braid.
"Daddy did it." She gushed.
Imagine Edward being able to do a complicated hairstyle. It shocked me and hurt a little. I was the Mommy, hair and girly stuff was my thing not his, but again I was wrong.
Rose's brow furrowed as she watched me. "Are you alright?" she asked reaching out to touch my hand.
"Never better." I snapped.
"I can call Edward if you'd like."
"She's grumpy because Daddy said no moving and she did." Traitor.
"You should listen…" Rose trailed off looking at the floor.
"I'm sick off being treated as an invalid!"
As soon as those words left my mouth Edward chose to pop in to start his hovering protector thing.
He strode over to me and left a chaste kiss on my lips. "You moved."
"Yes I fucking moved!" I hissed.
"I'm going to take Mackenzie out in the hallway." Rose hurried out of the room carrying my daughter.
"Laters Mommy!" Kenz called out.
"Did it feel better to get that out?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're an asshole." I spat.
He gently cupped my cheek, the action softening my frustration. "No, I'm the love of your life that wants to take care of you."
"I find that very sweet, I really do…" I said carefully. "I'm not that girl unfortunately."
"What do you mean?" he panicked.
"I don't like the fact that all of you are hovering." I explained quickly.
"I love you and want you to heal so I can love you properly." He said giving me a smoldering look. Hello my name is Bella and I feel like I've fallen into a Harlequin romance.
"You always have to say things." I mumbled.
"What things do I say?" he asked quietly.
I leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Lovable things."
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"Maybe," I sighed.
"I love you, Bella."
"Mmm never gets old." I smiled.
"It better not," He said seriously. "Dad's bringing a chair in and then I can finally get you home."
I nodded. "I miss home."
It took Emmett, Edward, and Carlisle to get me out of that damn prison I spent my week in.
When we finally did get home Alice sat on the porch waiting for us. She became an amazing friend to us. She was like an honorary Cullen. Even Jasper man-whore extraordinaire had fallen for the designer pixie. She wasn't giving him the time of day though, which gave me plenty of entertainment to watch. I was glad she was staying around.
Edward decided to have the game room set up for me… for us. He refused to sleep without me so when Esme ordered me a tempur-pedic bed Edward insisted she got a king sized one. He also said when I was able to get around we could move it upstairs.
"Ready, love?" He asked opening my door.
"Let's get this over with." I sighed. He ever so gently lifted me out of the car. I tried not to wince, but the pain wasn't helping.
"We're almost there." He soothed as we made our way to my new room.
"Hurry." I croaked into his neck, trying to keep my nose splint from digging into him.
He brushed my hair back and placed my on the mound of pillow on the bed. "Is this really necessary?"
"I want you comfortable." He murmured using his fingers to lightly stroke my stomach.
Even through the pain I could feel my need for him growing. But no I just had to get in an accident that resulted in me being celibate for the next couple of months. "Mmm." I moaned, causing him to cease the stroking.
"I need to stop." He said sadly.
"I love you." I whispered cupping his scratchy face with my good hand. Yes we were back to the beard.
"When we're able to I'll show you how much I love you."
I sighed. "My Edward always so intense with emotion."
"No, I'm only intense with you." He grinned slowly bringing his lips to mine.
"I'm HOME." Kenz announced her small body barreling into the room. She clambered up onto the bed and started to sink.
Edward reached for her foot pulling her to us. "This bed is really squishy." She said as her nose wrinkled in confusion.
"It's squishy so it can help fix Mommy." He explained scooping her up.
"That's silly." She giggled poking at the bed.
"You want to get ready so we can go school shopping." Edward suggested brushing a loose curl behind her ear.
"Can I get dresses?" she asked excitingly. I hated dresses when I was little, but Kenz seemed to love them it was weird.
"Of course." He playfully scoffed. She hopped of his lap, running out of the room.
"Shit, I forgot about school." I sniffled. I wouldn't be able to take her to her very first day of school.
"Hey, It's only Pre-K." he assured rubbing the back of my neck.
"It's still her first day ever of being educated." I cried.
"We still have kindergarten and as I remember that was a huge deal to Esme. Pre-K is basically a glorified daycare." He shrugged.
"She's never been to daycare maybe if she had this wouldn't be a big deal." I sobbed. Maybe I was overreacting, but this is my child's first day of school. I loved school and I wondered if she would love it too or have Edward's blasé attitude about it.
As if he could read my mind he got what this was about. "I'm sorry, I forgot how big a nerd you were." I gaped at him.
"Again you're an asshole." I repeated from earlier.
"No, hear me out." He smiled, placing his hands up in defense. "You read and edit books for a living, I take the pictures so you don't have to read the articles or books. We see education differently, if she's scholastic great, but if she finds an artistic outlet that's great too. As long as she's healthy and happy, that's what should matter. We have the next fourteen years to watch her go through the education system and who knows we might even have a couple more very first days as well to witness."
Hold up, did he just say what I think he did? "You want more babies?"
"Not right this second, we need to get you healed before we can practice." He fucking winked at me.
"Be serious." I ordered searching his green eyes.
"I want more children with you." He said kissing me softly.
"What if…"
"I almost lost you forever last week. I know what I want in this lifetime. I want you… I want a family with you." He said firmly. "Now I need to get Mackenzie ready, we'll bring back dinner."
"Okay, we're not finished discussing this." I called at his retreating frame.
More babies with Edward. The possibilities were consuming me. Would we have another girl or a little boy? Who would they look most like or would they be a perfect mix? It was weird to think because we had Kenzie who looked like us both; everyday she grew though her physical traits were looking more and more like Edward. I could imagine her as a teenager with his tall gawkiness and fiery temper. It made me giggle because she was going to be a handful with her appearance and personality.
"What's are you thinking about?" Rose asked quietly entering the room.
"I thought you guys left."
"Em, went with Edward and Fire." She said with a wistful smile.
"Fire?" I asked curiously. I never actually have been around when Rosalie was with Kenz, but Kenzie loved her and would speak of her often.
"I'm sorry," She said quietly. "I call her that because of her crazy red hair and she has a fire about her. She's a very strong little girl."
"She is, she reminds me of Edward when we were younger." He was quiet, but still had a temper.
"Is that good or bad?" she asked curiously.
"For me it doesn't matter, but when she's older it might be only bad for him." I giggled.
"So back to my question what were you thinking about?"
I watched her carefully. She has been nicer to me this past week and if she knew we wanted more of what she couldn't have she might go back to hating me.
"Edward wants more kids." I said above a whisper.
"So that was happy giggles?" she smiled, but I could tell it was broken.
"Yeah, happy giggles."
"Bella I'm sorry I've been so terrible to you," She paused. "Its just Emmett and I have been together forever… I want to be able to give him something we can share."
"Have you seen a doctor?" I asked cautiously.
She took a deep breath before starting. "We lied to all of you about how we met."
"You guys met at a frat party." I said slowly.
"Not quite," she said biting her lip nervously. "My boyfriend at the time Royce was head of his frat. We dated all through high school; our parents were pushing for marriage. Once we were in college he started beating me."
I gasped in shock. She never seemed like she was anything but happy and perfect.
"The night I met Em… He found me in front of the frat house on his way home from his night class. I was unconscious and naked. Royce and his fraternity brothers assaulted me."
"You were raped." I said as rage consumed me.
"Assault sounds less vicious." She said emotionlessly.
"What they did to you was vicious." I hissed.
"May I finish my story?" I nodded. "Emmett put his hoodie on me and took me to the hospital. They did a rape kit and found out I was brutally raped by four different men, one of those men being Royce. After that Emmett never left my side. I had to go through the trial and tons of therapy. I also learned how much Em loved me and that he would never let anything like that happen to me again.
When he brought me home I begged him not tell his family what happened. You all were so fairytale like and perfect from his stories. Esme and Carlise had that everlasting love that only happened in fiction. Then there were you and Edward. Emmett told me all about you and how you kept Edward on his toes. He said for sure one day the two of you would get married. He was convinced Edward would have asked after you graduated, but he never did.
I knew if what happened to me was known everyone would pity me and that's why we never said anything. After we were married we both wanted to try for a baby. You guys had Fire and I could see how badly Emmett wanted to be a father. He was amazing with her. We did end up going to a specialist and were told I had adhesions in my uterus from my assault."
"You can't have any children at all?" I asked grabbing for her hand.
"We have gotten Carlisle involved, there is a procedure that can fix the adhesions giving me a greater chance of conceiving."
"That's great, right?" I asked enthusiastically.
She beamed."It makes me hopeful."
We were quiet for a moment; I choose to break the silence. "Thanks for trusting me with your story."
"You know I was wrong. You're my sister." She smiled kissing my cheek.
Here I thought the beautiful blonde girl was perfect, but she was just as flawed as the rest of us. I had to keep faith that things would get better for all of us.
A/N: I feel like this thing writes itself… Sorry this is kind of took longer then usual but my shifts were changed at work. So what do you think? Read and Review I really wish that everyone that read would review because I would like you opinions… but there not.