A/N: Let's switch. Now we hear from Bella, again. Don't worry, Edward will be back.

It's Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting at work. Bored. I should be working but all I think about is Edward. The past two weeks have been incredible. Our sex life is unbelievably perfect. Don't get me wrong, it was great before we started this fantasy date idea. Since that night in the hotel, we have sex more often and it is more... interesting.

I love it... and I love my Edward.

Irina just left for a meeting. During my reprieve from her near-constant nagging and dictating, I allow my mind to wonder. I think about how Edward and I initially started the fantasy date idea.

A few weeks ago I had a conversation with my best friend, Alice, as we ate lunch. She sat there quietly, something she rarely can do, as I expressed my concerns over the current state of my marriage. We were happily married, but happily really represented tolerating.

Soon after we married, our goal was to start our family. We had sex often with no luck of getting pregnant. But between the constant pressure we put on ourselves to get pregnant, the various doctor visits to determine if there was a problem, even the physical act of having sex, I felt Edward slipping away from me. It severely strained our marriage and I worried we wouldn't survive.

Alice can always tell when someone is troubled. She even has a way to get the information out. Sometimes she offers valid advice.

"Bella, what's going on? You seem distant, distracted by something."

"I am," I nodded. "I don't want to bore you with my marriage problems."

"I don't know what kind of problems you are referencing, but I know a happy couple when I see one and the two of you are just that. You've just hit a bump in the road. What's the problem?"

"Edward and I have been trying to become pregnant," I confided in her.

"Obviously it's not working?" she hesitantly asked.

"Thanks for stating what I already know." I should feel hurt by her words, but I'm not. It is what it is, and I am certainly not pregnant.

"Hey, I didn't mean to bring you down. I am just trying to understand."

"It's hard. I mean, everyone around me is getting pregnant. Edward is great with kids and I want to carry his child. I just wish I could snap my fingers and make it happen. But I know it's just wishful thinking. If it is meant to be, it will happen, right?"

"I'm positive it will happen."

"Thanks for your vote of confidence. I'm just not so sure. If it hasn't happened by now, I just don't know that it will. Plus I think Edward's tired. Truth be told, I think the act of sex is no longer fun. It's more of a chore."

Alice reached for her drink. I could see the wheels spinning in her brain. "You want to know what I think?"

"I'm sure you're going to tell me no matter what I say, so let's hear it."

"You could try something out of the ordinary to alter your sex life."

"How's that going to help us procreate?"

"Maybe it won't. But, aren't you and Edward more like the vanilla type?

What is she even talking about? "Vanilla? As in Chocolate and Vanilla?"

"Oh, Bella. You have so much to learn. I mean, your sex is ordinary. Missionary. Man on top. No experimentation."

"Oh, well, uh, yeah? I guess so." We are very ordinary, or in Alice's words, vanilla. Such a strange word used to define sex.

"See? You and Edward need to try something different. Exciting. Maybe go on a fantasy type of date."

"Fantasy date?" What is she getting at?

"Bella, are you even listening to the words I am saying?" she huffed. "I mean, go out, experience life, meet a man."

"Alice, I already have a man."

"I know." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "What I mean is go on a date with Edward, but you both need to make it more like a fantasy of yours. Perhaps you could pretend to be at the bar and meet someone. And, that someone ends up being Edward, but you could use different names."

"I get what you are saying, but I don't think we could do anything like that." I questioned her sanity, but then assumed her suggestion was more a joke.

"Bella, just try getting back to enjoying sex rather than forcing it."

I wish it were that simple. Edward and I have been trying for the better part of year to create a child to call our own. I wish I knew what the problem was - why we aren't able to conceive. But month after month with no success wears me down.

The doctor says we're fine. The tests show we're fine, but not having a baby has created more stress in our lives than I would have liked. From the parents requesting a grandchild to hearing various friends and coworkers conceiving, it doesn't help me at all.

Alice doesn't really understand where I am at in life. Edward and I want kids. She and Jasper recently married so they are in no rush for children. Our friend Rosalie with her husband, Emmett, already have one little boy and they're hoping for another.

When I came home from that day spent with Alice, Edward asked about our lunch. I informed him about the discussion and her suggestion, even though I knew she wasn't serious about it.

The next day, Edward came to me.

"Bella, sweetheart, I've been thinking about that discussion."

"Which one?"

"You know, the one you had with Alice. And, maybe she's right."

"You actually think Alice is right about something?"

"She's usually right about most things. Maybe we should try it out."

By this point, I had replayed the conversation with Alice over and over again. I started to think her idea might actually be good for the marriage—not that Edward and I should lead astray from one another. But our sex life was no longer fun. Maybe this could help.

Edward and I chose to give it a try. We set ground rules and at any moment, we could end the fantasy if the other got too uncomfortable. But that first night at the hotel was amazing, and then the next week at the house was very exhilarating. Putting on the nurse outfit made me feel so alive.

With those two dates behind us, I now have the task of deciding our next fantasy. I have no idea what to do. The sound of a ringing phone startles me. Realizing it's mine, I reluctantly answer the call.

"Irina Denali's office, this is Bella Cullen. How may I help you?"

"Bella. It's Alice."

"Hey, I was just thinking about you."

"Freaky! Listen. Rosalie and I were thinking of going to Edge of Desire, the night club downtown on Saturday night. Girls night. You in?"

"I'm sure that would be fine. I'll check to see that Edward's OK with a girls' night out and call you back tonight."

That's when I started to realize our Friday night fantasy date night was going to be moved to Saturday night. And girls' night might just involve men.

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Sentence teaser for next chapter: "Bella, what in the world do you have on?" I knew she would question my choice in clothing because I rarely wear skirts, but tonight it's a necessity.

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