My hands are on his chest then, and there's no stopping me as I quickly undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. We'd quickly changed before leaving the reception – Alice's insistence.
"Bella," Edward whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse with emotion; love, need, fire… the list could go on and on but I couldn't think of that.
Because in that moment, Edward's hands are on my womb, against the little being that we've created.
My breathing hitches and I can't speak. I draw in a shuddering breath and when I release it, Edward is looking at me, tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.
It's perfection.
Everything in this moment, this point in our life together… is perfection.
Sorry for the non-cliffy cliffy. I had problems with my computer - it and it's mouse were generally misbehaving - so I had to wait until today.
More coming later... so please review.
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