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- JayBee

BPOV

"And how are my girls doing today?" Edward asked as he walked in and bent down to give me a kiss. He kneeled lower to kiss my stomach.

"Good. We're ready," I said with a smile.

"Let's go."

I followed him out the apartment door. We were going to go meet Alice and Jasper at Brother's Pizzeria for dinner, so Edward had come home to pick me up after work. I was due in three weeks, and Edward didn't want me driving unless I absolutely had to. He helped me into his BMW X5 before getting in and starting the car.

Edward had gotten the SUV last month after selling his precious Emily. He said the SUV was safer for the baby, and it would be easier putting her car seat in and out. He didn't seem too distraught over selling his Audi, but I had convinced myself that he cried in private.

I was glad the pizzeria was near our house because I had to pee – badly. This baby thought my bladder was a toy.

As soon as I got out of the car, I made a beeline for the bathroom. By the time I got back to where Edward was sitting at a square table, he had ordered my root beer and a liter of Coke for everyone else. I sat next to him so Alice and Jasper could sit across us.

"Alice called. They're almost here."

"Good. I can't wait to see them," I said as I sipped on my soda. I hadn't seen Alice and Jasper in a while, mainly because Edward and I had been busy getting ready for the baby's arrival, and Alice and Jasper had been busy working and making renovations in their new home. Edward had told me that Jasper was going to propose to Alice sometime soon. It was the biggest secret I'd ever had to keep from her, but obviously it was important not to let her know if Jasper wanted it to be a surprise.

I looked around the restaurant, noting the mellow colors of the walls and the wooden chairs and tables. I loved this place, merely for the fact that it was so…chill.

When Alice and Jasper arrived, we all ordered. We got a large pepperoni pizza, a large salad pizza, and I got a cheesesteak with mushrooms, peppers, and onions.

I took two slices of pizza and began eating them, saving the best – the cheesesteak – for last.

Edward cocked an eyebrow and looked at me sideways. "You're gonna eat all that?"

"Yeah." I was starving. I turned back to Alice and leaned in to whisper. "By the way, Edward didn't let me do that thing."

"What thing?" She sat back as it dawned on her. "Ohhh, that thing." The boys turned to look at us curiously and we took a quick glance at them before leaning in to whisper again. "Jasper loved it."

"How did you get him to say it was okay?"

"Huh?"

"When I asked Edward about it, he said no. He said nothing is ever going in there. How did you get Jasper to say he'd let you do it?"

The last time we hung out, Alice and I had read in Cosmo that while giving a guy a blow job or hand job, if you passed the barrier of his perineum and pressed right behind his balls with your finger, it would intensify his orgasm. I was eager to try it, only to have Edward flat out say no.

"Bella, don't ask. Just do it! Of course guys will say no. They think they're too macho for that shit."

Well, I couldn't try it now that he'd already said no. He'd always let me touch it, and that seemed to be enough for him. He just…wouldn't let me pass it.

I jerked my head toward Edward when he nudged my knee with his. "What are you two whispering about over there?"

I smiled sweetly. "Nothing."

After my two slices, I was only able to finish half of my cheesesteak. Edward looked at me with a smirk and I rolled my eyes. "Alright, fine. I can't finish it. You win." I poked his side and gave him the other half of my hero.

When we finally got home, I laid down on the living room floor on my side, petting Connor as he lay down in front of me.

Edward made his way over from the kitchen. "Babe, you want ice cream?"

"Don't mention food," I whined. I was beyond stuffed.

Edward came and sat next to me on the floor, a bowl of ice cream in his lap. He shooed Con away a few times before Con stopped trying to get food, and I laughed as I watched. Even that simple gesture of interacting with Connor, just telling him no, made me love Edward that much more. It wasn't because he was saying no to Connor, but it was the way he interacted with him, with no effort. The ease of affection he showed Connor and me left no doubt in my mind of how much he would love our daughter.

He looked at me through his eyelashes, his head bent down toward his bowl. "What? I have ice cream on my face?" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I smiled up at him and took his hand in mine. "No."

We sat in silence as Edward finished his ice cream. When he was finished, he went to wash the bowl, and came back to lay down next to me, his head propped up in his hand as he was facing me. "I love you," he whispered as he looked down at me.

My heart melted as my eyes roamed his face before landing on his eyes. I looked into the pools of emerald before smiling up at him. "I love you, too."

"You're so beautiful, Bells. So…" He trailed off as he brought a hand up to cup my face and stroke my cheek with his thumb. I turned my head and kissed the inside of his palm, taking in his scent as I closed my eyes. "Babe." I opened my eyes to see him looking out the window behind me. "It's snowing."

I couldn't turn my head enough to see out the window, and I wasn't allowed to lie on my back because it wasn't good for the baby. "Can you help me up? I want to watch."

"Of course." He scrambled to his feet and helped me up before leading me to the window that overlooked our balcony.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and spread his long fingers across my stomach. He kissed my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder and looking out the window. I shuddered at the touch of his lips against my skin as I watched the snow fall silently outside. I sighed and leaned back into Edward. "I love the nighttime."

"I know," he murmured against my ear.

"And the snow."

"I know that, too." He rubbed his hands along my belly, and the baby kicked weakly, then more strongly. Edward looked down. "What's going on in there?" he asked with a smirk.

I shrugged and looked down. "A party?"

"Am I invited?" He asked as he skimmed his nose along my jaw.

"Of – of course," I stammered. "You're her favorite person."

"And what about the party in your pants? Am I invited to that, too?"

I turned my head slightly toward him, but still looked out the window. "I said yes," I smiled.

"No. I mean…" Edward lifted my shirt and dipped his hand in the maternity pants. Though he couldn't reach between my legs, he lowered his hand as far is it would go past my belly. "…down here. The 'adults only' party. Am I invited to that?"

My breath hitched in my throat. "VIP."

"Mm…" He turned me around to face him and ran his hands through my hair as he looked down at me. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

"I don't feel sexy." I felt like crap. He dipped the tips of his finger in my waistband again, but I stopped him before he could get far. "Edward…"

"Yes, love?" He nuzzled my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm wearing granny panties," I mumbled. "And my legs are hairier than yours."

"They are not," he chuckled against my skin. "Do you want me to…?"

"No," I sighed. I hadn't shaved my legs in two weeks, and though Edward had willingly shaved my legs and…everything else…for the past few months, I felt bad for making him do it.

"Well…I can assure you that I don't care how hairy you get. You're still my Bella, and you're still beyond attractive." Though his words were simple, I felt my heart soar at what he said. I wished I could hug him then, if only the huge bulge of my stomach didn't get in the way. I loved this man more than anything in the world. No matter how many times we fought or argued, it was moments like this that made me know we'd always be together. "And if wearing granny panties bother you so much…I can solve that problem."

"How?" I asked innocently, though I knew exactly what he was going to say.

To my surprise, he kept quiet and pulled my pants down in one motion. He pulled the curtains shut before making his way back over to me and hooking his finger in the waistband of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from telling him that I looked like I was growing a forest down there. He would just tell me that I was exaggerating and that it didn't matter to him.

So I let him pull my panties down without uttering a sound of protest, and smiled up at him as he stood up slowly and smirked down at me. He removed my hoodie and made an appreciative noise at the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck, babe…I love your tits…" I almost laughed, only because he always seemed amazed at how much they'd grown. I watched in anticipation as Edward kissed his way down to my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. I cradled his head in my palm and gasped as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud. He began sucking and pulled his head back just as quickly. He swallowed with a grimace. "I forgot." He shook his head. "I can't. I'm sorry. It's…weird."

I pulled him up and kissed his chin. I had already begun lactating, and a couple of times we'd forgotten, so he'd gotten a little taste. "No reason to be sorry. I keep forgetting, too. And trust me, I don't want you drinking my breast milk any more than you do."

He let out a soft chuckle as he slowly turned me around and moved my hair to the side. He suckled the skin just behind my ear before moving to my neck. I fisted his hair in my hand, eliciting a groan from his perfect lips.

He placed one hand just below my breast as his other hand crept down my back.

He kneaded my ass, stroking and squeezing it softly. "Perfect," he whispered. "Isabella, please…can we…" My heart thumped against my chest at the mention of my full name, knowing it was reserved for him to use only when we were intimate.

"Hm?" was all I could muster. My breaths were coming in short pants, the way they usually did after a bit of foreplay. But here we were, we'd barely done anything, and I was already panting.

Edward rubbed the bulge in his jeans against my ass, making my breath hitch for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. "Please," he begged, his voice strained. He rubbed small circles with his finger just above my crack before pushing his finger between my cheeks. I tensed, knowing what he was asking. He'd been asking the same question for a little over a year now, though he'd only asked a few times.

"Edward…"

"Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered quickly. He removed his hand as if my skin had burned him, and I felt a twinge of guilt low in my stomach.

"Okay." Every time he'd asked to try anal sex, I had said no. Neither of us had tried it with anyone else, and I kept telling him we'd try it "one day." Well, that day as today. If he wanted to try something new, I would try it. Even though he kept asking, he never once pressured me to do anything I didn't want to in bed. He wouldn't let me do that thing from Cosmo, but I couldn't hold that against him. If he didn't feel comfortable, he didn't feel comfortable. That was the end of it.

"Okay, what?"

"Let's do it."

"Bella…I don't want you to think –"

"No. I'm ready." I nodded my head for emphasis.

He turned me around to face him, and looked me in the eye. He was trying to check if I had any doubts, but he could check all he wanted. I was positive that I was ready.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice was steady, his firm gaze holding mine.

"What?"

"Tell me what you want me to do to you." I looked down at his crotch – it had to be beyond painful. He was almost bursting at the seams. "Bells, look at me." I averted my gaze back up. "Tell me."

"I want you to do it."

"No. Tell me what you want me to do to you." I felt my cheeks burn at what Edward was asking me to do and dropped my head to his shoulder. "Babe, don't get shy on me now."

He held my shoulders and pushed me back up, making me look at him. I murmured what he wanted to hear and looked away.

He hooked his finger under my chin and turned my head to look at him. "Bells, if you can't even say it, then I don't want –"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I huffed.

He kissed my forehead and I couldn't help but stare at his crooked smile. "Well, you didn't have to say it like that. I mean, that was pretty vulgar."

I shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up. That's what you wanted to hear."

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said as he held my cheek in his hand. "But at least I got to see that pretty blush of yours." I smiled and turned my head to kiss the inside of his palm. "I needed to hear you say it. To know that you meant it and you weren't just doing it because I was asking." Of course I was doing it for him, but I also wanted to experience it for myself. "You know it's going to hurt." I nodded, fully aware of the pain it would cause. I'd read about it enough times in magazines. My hands went to the button on Edward's jeans, popping it open before pulling his zipper down. He groaned at the relief he felt, and I felt myself get wetter. He held my wrists as I was pulling his pants down. "Do you want to take this upstairs? You're gonna have to be on your hands and knees." I nodded and he wasted no time as he kicked his jeans off and lead me upstairs. I wouldn't have minded doing it in the living room, but the carpet would hurt me after a while.

I got on my hands and knees on the bed as soon as we walked into the bedroom. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but I wanted to do this – for both of us. Edward closed the door to make sure Connor wouldn't come in, and turned to face me slowly. "You can stand if you want to. I just thought this would be…easier."

"I'm fine. You're right. It will be easier this way."

He made his way over to me slowly and got on his knees behind me. "I feel like doing it this way will make it even more…degrading…than it already is."

"It's better this way. For us and for the baby." He'd taken me in this position a countless number of times. Though, that was when we were having raunchy sex. Not when we were…doing anything like this.

"Should we wait until after the baby gets here?"

I sat down with a sigh and faced him. "Do you not want to do this, Edward?"

"I do. I just want you to be comfortable."

"I am comfortable," I said with a smile. I would physically be uncomfortable no matter how or when we did this. I wasn't worried about how long Edward's cock was. He was just…a lot wider than most guys. "I agreed to do this, Edward. Just let me know whatever you need me to do to make this good for you."

He nodded and I got back in position. "You know, it kills me to hear you say that. 'To make this good for you.' I know this isn't going to be the least bit pleasant for you until you get used to my size. Promise me you'll let me know when it gets to be too much."

I nodded. "I promise." I knew he needed to hear me say it.

"And I promise I'll go as slow as possible."

"I know. I trust you."

I felt the bed shift as Edward moved closer. He put one hand on the small of my back and I looked back to see him stroke his cock a few times before rubbing the tip along my crack. "Baby, you have to relax."

I turned back around, facing the door. "I'm trying." I was beyond scared at this point. I knew he'd stop if I showed the slightest bit of uncertainty, but I wouldn't. The look of concern and desire in his eyes made me sure I wanted to do this.

When I relaxed enough, he nudged my hole with the tip of his cock, making me tense up again. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's fine. No rush." He waited for me to relax again. "I'm just going to put the head in, okay?"

"Mhm." I felt a mix of emotions as my desire for him grew because of the what he was saying, and as my anxiety rose from what he was about to do. He pushed in ever so slowly, and I realized I was holding my breath when the head was in.

I let out a whoosh of air as he groaned above me. "Fuckkk, Bella. You're fucking tight! Shit…it already feels too good." He stayed still for a few seconds. "You okay, love?"

"Yeah." My body felt like it was on fire from the pain, but I couldn't make him stop now. I didn't want him to stop.

"Is the pain too much?"

"I'm fine." I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, and I was glad he couldn't see it. He'd stop in an instant. I wasn't crying on purpose. It just hurt so much.

"I'm gonna push in a bit more, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He pushed in inch by inch until he filled me to the hilt, groaning and grunting in pleasure, telling me how amazing it felt. I was wincing in pain, but made no sound. He waited for me to get used to his size before pulling out just as slowly and pushing in a bit faster than before.

He thrusts gained a little speed as he pushed in and out, and after a few minutes, I realized I wasn't wincing in pain anymore. He set a slow rhythm and brought a hand down just below the swell of my stomach. "Are you…okay…love?" He gritted out.

"Yeah," I answered truthfully. I was fine, and though I still felt him stretching me with each thrust in, it felt…surprisingly good.

He rubbed my pussy lips with two fingers, stroking their length before dipping both fingers inside me.

"Oh!...Edward…" I gasped at the sensation coursing through my body.

He bent down and kissed my back, still buried deep within my body. He brought his other hand up and traced my lips with two fingers before dipping them in my mouth. I sucked eagerly, drawing out a series of moans from the both of us.

The feeling of being so…full…so filled…overwhelmed me. I groaned uncontrollably, whimpering and mewling with each swipe of Edward's thumb over my clit.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered against my ear as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth.

"I love you, too," I whispered. My heart swelled with the love I felt for him, and my stomach twisted with passion.

Edward continued his ministrations until we reached our climax.

He pulled out and lay panting on his back next to me as I lay on my side, dazed as I ghosted my fingers up and down his abs. I looked up at him, taking in the picture before me. His eyes were closed, his breath coming out in rugged pants.

"Promise me we'll do that again."

His head lolled to the side as he opened his eyes to look at me. "We better. I mean…fuck…I didn't think it was gonna be that intense."

"Neither did I." His thrusts hadn't even gotten rough or fast. I couldn't imagine how amazing it would've felt had we been rough.

"After we have this baby, I'm gonna fuck you properly. Fill you up in all three holes, in every way possible." I gasped as I felt my cheeks turn pink and my skin get impossibly wetter between my legs. Edward smirked down at me. "You'd be as red as a lobster if you knew the things I'm imagining right now." I felt a new wave of heat run up my cheeks as he chuckled and made his way over to the bathroom to clean himself. He brought back a warm washcloth and wiped me up before turning off the lights and laying down facing me. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for trusting me enough."

"Of course. I trust you more than anyone else. Thank you for not pressuring me into it." And I meant it. He'd waited a long time for this, and he'd waited patiently.

"But I feel like I did. I did pressure you into it. And I hurt you." I shook my head and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You know…we can try that…thing."

"What thing?"

"That thing…with me. That thing you read in the magazine."

"Oh. No, I don't want you feel like you have to –"

"I want to. Bells, I trust you with my life. I want to do it. God…I'm such an ass. You did this for me…and even that other thing…it's for me. It's not even for you, and you're willing to try it for me. And I'm still saying no because my dumbass macho brain is getting in the way. I want to try it."

"Is your conscience coming into play because I let you do this?" I said with a smile. Why the sudden change?

"No."

"Edward, I don't want you to feel obligated. If you don't feel comfortable –"

"I do, Bella. I do feel comfortable. There's no one else I feel more comfortable around. And…I heard you earlier tonight. With Alice. Jasper didn't hear you two because he was talking, but I heard my name and began listening to you. I'm sorry. You sounded so…disappointed. The only thing I hate more than having you be mad at me is having you be disappointed in me."

"I wasn't sad…" I hadn't even realized I sounded sad at the pizzeria when Alice and I were talking.

"I don't want you to think I don't trust you or that I'm not comfortable enough to do things with you. You've been my best friend for how many years now? A lot. I can't even count the years right now. I trust you whole-heartedly. You know that, right?"

For reasons I couldn't think of, I felt a lump in my throat and willed myself not to cry. "I know."

"I want to try it, okay? Soon."

"After the baby."

"Yeah."

I nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

"Thank you. You're doing it for me." I let out a sigh, regretting not keeping it in. "What?" Edward murmured.

"Do you think it's weird that we have in-depth conversations about these things before we do them?"

"No. Not every couple works the same way. We don't have to delve right into new territory, sexual or not, like every other couple. I'm glad I can have these conversations with you. You listen to what I have to say. We don't have these conversations because we're weird or because our relationship is weird. We talk about these things because we care about each other. I don't want to hurt you by trying something new when we're in the middle of having sex if you don't want to do it."

"And I don't want to hurt you." I cursed my voice for cracking at the last word.

"Would you have ever brought up the…magazine thing… again if I hadn't?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because if you didn't want to do it, I didn't want to push it."

"Exactly. And thank you for that. That's why we discuss these things. And if that's weird, then I don't care. If you're weird, then I want to be weird, too."

I let out another sigh.

"What now?" He asked. I could tell he was smirking by the sound of his voice.

"I just…love you." Also, I'm trying not to cry because the love I feel for you is making my heart ache.

"Well, I just…love you, too. Always."

"Oh, but one more thing."

"What's that?"

"When you're ready to do it, you can't call it 'the magazine thing.' You better tell me what it is you want me to do to you. If I have to go through that every time we touch new territory, so do you," I bantered in a playful tone.

"Shut up." He poked my side, making me giggle.

"You think I'm joking?"

"Alright, alright, I will. Now, let's get some sleep."

"Good night, Eddie."

He sighed at the nickname, making me smile with victory. "G'night."

I closed my eyes, only to be interrupted by Edward a few minutes later. "Oh, and baby?"

"Hm?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep some things between the two of us?"

I smiled, my eyes still closed. I couldn't count the number of times he'd given me a lecture on not telling Alice everything, and keeping private things private. "I do keep it between the two of us – Alice and myself." I didn't have to open my eyes to guess the look on his face.

"Good night," he grumbled.

"Good night," I said sweetly.

I woke up hours later with an indescribable pain in my stomach. Ow…what the hell? I waited for the pain to subside before looking around. A bit of light was streaming through the bottom of the window curtains.

I pulled the covers back and saw the sheets tangled around Edward's torso and legs, his feet hanging off the foot of the bed. Had he peed in the bed? Had I peed?

I stood up carefully and looked at the wet circle where I was laying.

I…shit.

I walked around the bed and shook Edward lightly, then more forcefully. "Edward, Get up. Get up."

He stirred in place and threw his arm over the wet spot. "What?" He mumbled.

"My water broke."

"That's nice." He turned away from me and his light snoring continued.

"Edward." I pushed at his back forcefully. Shit, shit, shit. What was I going to do?

"Hm?"

"My water –"

"It's downstairs," He murmured into his pillow.

I shook him with more force. "My water broke!" I yelled.

"What?" He sat up, his eyes wide. He shot out of the bed and looked down at the sheets. "Fuck! What happened?"

"The baby's coming!"

He turned to look at me, and another contraction shot through my body. I doubled over, holding my stomach. "Unghhh!"

"Jesus Christ!" He sat me down on the bed and wiped my legs before dressing me quickly in my winter gear and tying my hair up. He threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, grabbed the baby bag we'd prepared, and held his hand out to me. "Come on, we have to go!"

I shook my head fervently, tears welling up in my eyes as I cradled my stomach. "It's too soon." Would the baby make it if she arrived this early?

Uh-oh. What do you think made the baby come so early? Bella still had three weeks to go!

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