Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Author's Note: Okay, so I know that I said there would be no update till Tuesday but, like Christmas, once I have something I can never wait to give it to the person it's for (forgive me if Tuesday's chapter is late). Besides, everyone needs a little lemon for the weekend, huh? Yes, I know, she just had the baby, but this is fiction and you know how Edward and Bella are!

Chapter 80 Breastfed

Bella took him, cradling him in her arms and talking to him as she gave him the nipple. He sucked greedily, making his Mom, Dad, and grandfather smile as they watched him.

EPOV

"Well, he definitely likes home brew," Emmett commented, watching from the door and listening to the somewhat loud sucking noises coming from Masen. "Edward, could we see you down stairs for a minute?" my brother asked. I didn't want to leave my wife or baby.

"Why, Emmett? Can't it wait?" I asked, "Masen is having his first bottle."

"No. I don't have to be a doctor to know you're loosing too many fluids and you haven't hunted in a week. You're eyes are blacker now than they were when you went months without feeding. You can come downstairs with me nicely, or Jasper and I will carry you. You don't want us to make a scene in front of the baby do you? Jake has a present for you out back and you should be more polite when people give you things," Emmett declared. He said it in jest, a smile in the corner of his mouth and his eyes twinkling, but his mind told me he was absolutely serious.

Bella laughed at me as my son cut his eyes over to me, continuing to suck his bottle of milk.

"Fine, fine," I said as I followed him out the door, "Now I'm outnumbered." Even Carlisle snickering at me as I left. I heard he and Bella discussing how stubborn I was as I headed out the kitchen door with Emmett. Just beyond the patio, I saw what my brothers had in mind for me. Jake was in wolf form, a deer held by the neck in his teeth.

"I brought dinner, bloodsucker. I thought you'd better have yours first before I ate," he shouted at me with his thoughts. His thoughts went further though, as did those of my brothers. I was loosing so much venom from my burned arm that I had become fairly weak. I really did need to feed if I wanted the arm to be able to repair itself and hunting would have been difficult. I bit into the neck of the animal, draining it in minutes and dropping it in front of Jake.

"Thanks guys. Really. Thank you. I needed that more than I thought."

"Hell yea you did. That arm is worse than you think big brother, it's draining you and if what Alice saw was . . ."

"Emmett!" Jasper cut him off, "Let Edward get back upstairs and take care of Bella. We can discuss his hunting with us tomorrow."

Okay, they were trying to block me. Maybe it was something about Sam or whatever, I didn't care. I just needed to be with Bella, to know that she really was alright.

"Feel free to actually get some sleep with your wife tonight, brother. We're both watching your house for you tonight," Jasper added. Jacob's thoughts told me that he too would be outside making sure all stayed quiet.

I walked back in, Charlie, Sue and Emily were gathered in the living room watching TV with Alice and Rose and talking about Masen. Charlie looked up when I walked in. "You mind if I go say good night to my daughter, Edward?" he asked.

"No, Charlie, by all means, say goodnight to her. She needs to rest and sleep, but I know she wants to see all of you. She's giving the baby a bottle," I told him. I didn't have to say it twice. The man was taking on vampire traits he was up those stairs so fast with Sue right behind him.

Emily walked over to me, her distress apparent. "Edward, I just don't know what to say. I am so very sorry for what Sam did, sorry that you got hurt," she said, her eyes meeting mine.

"It wasn't you, Emily," I told her, by way of comforting her.

"It was the man I love, Edward. That speaks volumes about me. I'm not sure what happens from here, but I just want you to know how glad I am that you and Bella are safe, and how sorry I am that Sam tried to hurt you," she insisted.

"Thank you, Emily. We'll talk tomorrow. Tonight, I need to be with Bella. I'm sure you understand," I told her as I headed up the stairs.

Masen was showing no signs of getting sleepy, and I watched as my wife sat there holding him wilting in front of me, she was so exhausted. "Esme, Rose and Alice asked if they could watch Masen tonight and try feeding him as though he were thirsty. What do you think?" Bella asked me.

I looked to Carlisle and he nodded in agreement, "I think it would be worth a try. He is your son, Edward, and Bella did have those cravings while she was carrying him," he remembered. I listened to Masen for a few moments and knew that he was indeed thirsty, and that bottle feeding during the night would be a good thing for my Mom and sisters to take care of.

I leaned in to kiss Masen's forehead before my Mom took him for the evening. I stopped short. Masen was staring up at me with the most blinding smile, and green eyes. "Bella!" I exclaimed, "Look!"

"Edward! They're not black anymore. They're so beautiful! Didn't you have green eyes as a human, sweetheart?" she asked, her beautiful chocolate eyes staring at me.

"He did. His eyes were just that shade of green, Bella. I remember them clearly because they were just like his mother's," Carlisle shared.

"Well they are just gorgeous, I think we can all agree to that! I wonder if his . . . feeding will change them?" Esme queried.

"I guess you'll be the first to know. Thank you, Mom, for taking him for the night. I would normally never have him away from one of us while he is this little," I said, "but Bella needs a full night's sleep to recover from this a little bit and if the truth be known, I'm kind of spent myself. I know we're never supposed to tire, but I feel incredibly tired and drained."

"Finally he admits it! You are not totally invincible, brother!" Alice laughed, "Get some sleep, we'll be back in the morning," she said as she flitted out of the room with Masen in her arms.

"Well, Bells. Glad to have you back, real glad," Charlie stammered, "See you in the morning baby girl. Edward." He kissed Bella on the head, nodded to me, and followed Alice and the baby out the door followed by everyone else as they congratulated us and told us how glad they were to have us home and safe and to have the baby safe.

I got up and closed the door behind them and moved to hold my wife in my arms. I took the pumping apparatus from beside her in our bed and sat it on the floor as I moved to sit beside her. I watched her wince as I messaged the top of her uterus, explaining to her that the uterus needed to continue contracting, however uncomfortable it was to her, so that it went back to its original size and expelled all the blood, etc. She mentioned that it had cramped and hurt while she was pumping and I told her that was normal, that it would do that every time Masen nursed, but that as the swelling and sensitivity went away, she would stop noticing it. I told her it was a good thing and to consider the good it was doing her, instead of hating it if she could.

I showered quickly, not wanting anything not squeaky clean to be near her, including me. I adjusted her pillows and slid her down in bed before getting in on my side and snaking my arm under her pillow. She molded herself to me and was asleep in minutes, her warm breath and even heartbeats a balm to sooth anything that was wrong with me. I changed her pad and the linens under her several times during the night without waking her, my touch never seeming to disturb her. The bleeding was lessening significantly and for that I was grateful. I awoke early the next morning, my wife's hand stroking me intimately as she curled tightly against me.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said as I kissed her lips and hugged her to me.

"It wasn't a dream," she said.

"What wasn't a dream?" I asked, moving her hair out of her face.

"That we had a baby and he's fine. That you and I have a son."

"No, Bella. That was a dream come true. I hear him downstairs. He's sleeping, love. Why don't you let me get you something to drink and you can go back to sleep for a few more hours," I offered.

"No. I don't want a drink. I think I need to express some milk, you know, so that thing happens and helps my belly to get smaller again," she suggested.

"I'll get the pump for you, sweetheart."

She kept her arm over me, gripping me to her. "Not to be to drippy sentimental about this . . . but I thought I'd never get to be here, in bed with you again, Edward. I love you so much, and I missed you so badly," her voice drifted off as though she were contemplating something.

"I want you."

I stared at her.

"God, Bella, I want you too, so badly sweetheart, but you just gave birth to our son. We can't make love for a month or so. I know we never discussed it because we never thought he would be delivered normally. You have stitches, and we have to wait for your body to recover from the birth," I explained as I held her to me and kissed her again.

"I know all that, Edward. What I want is for you to help with my recovery," she snickered as she traced kisses along my jaw, her tongue licking my bottom lip and tangling with mine as she kissed me passionately.

I pulled back and looked into her gorgeous brown eyes filled with emotion. She put her hands on either side of my face, telling me she loved me and gently pulling my mouth toward her exposed breast.

"Bella!"

"Sweetheart, please."

"Bella, I can't. We can't."

"Edward, if I can't make love with you, I at least want to feel you close and know the passion you feel for me. Besides, consider it helping me to cause those contractions you say are so beneficial. If the baby nursing will cause it then you . . ."

She didn't have to explain any further. I gently rolled her to her back and pulled her gown over her head, stroking her cheek and kissing her lips, her chin, her throat. I ran my hand over her belly where my baby had been and finally, I allowed my lips to kiss one of her breasts as my hand held the other. She moaned beside me. She knew what that would do to me . . . and she moaned. I might be a father now, but I was still a vampire, not to mention a horny seventeen year old, and she knew which things I would find impossible to resist. I took her nipple gently into my mouth, her body arching against me as I sucked gently. It took little effort to obtain the thick substance she was now producing.

I resisted the urge to pin her down, to insure she could not move or escape from me. This was my wife, not my prey and I would not treat her that way. The rest of my reaction, however, was not controllable. My length responded immediately, and I came continually as I nursed from my wife, thrusting again and again against her leg as I lay beside her. I felt her wince and I forced myself to draw back to look at her.

"It's alright. I promise, Edward, I'm fine. The contractions this causes are just more intense somehow when it's you. Please, please don't stop. Your skin feels so good against mine."

I moved my body to cover hers, wanting her to feel some portion of as good as this made me feel. The baby was no longer in the way as I laid fully on top of my wife for the first time in weeks caressing her face, her hips, any part of her I could reach as I latched onto the other breast. This was different than the other times, this time there was actually a considerable amount of fluid that I was receiving from her, and I swallowed the warm sweet liquid greedily as my orgasms continued to wrack my body and mold my form to hers.

It was a ridiculous thing to do. She had given birth not 12 hours ago, but she wanted this and if the truth be told, I needed this . . . and she knew it, God love her somehow she knew. She held me tenderly, lovingly stroking my hair, my shoulders and back and weaving her fingers into the hair at the nape if my neck.

I forced myself to let go of her breast and gently rolled onto my back, pulling her onto her side with me. She snuggled in close and positioned her leg over me, my cool skin seeming to feel good against her stomach and thighs, not to mention her overheated core that she was pressing against me. It was going to be a very long month. There was nothing I could do to make her feel closer, sexually, and no way to let her enjoy an orgasm at this point. Her body was too spent and just simply too sore. If there was anything I could do, holding her, kissing and stroking her, or even what we had just done, I would be there for her. I wanted her to know just how loved she really was.

BPOV

He was asleep when Esme brought my breakfast to me. I heard her at the door, trying not to disturb us and I rolled away from Edward, making sure he was covered and sat up in bed, slipping my nightgown oer my head.

She brought the bed tray over with all my favorite breakfast foods from crispy bacon to oatmeal with fruit and eggs and pancakes in between, but she couldn't stop staring at Edward.

"Sit with me," I gestured her to sit on the side of the bed, "How's Masen?"

Her eyes focused on me again, leaving Edward for the first time and she answered, "He is just wonderful. Bright and alert but more than willing to sleep soundly for a few hours at a time between feedings."

"He wanted the blood then?" I asked her.

"He seemed to," she answered, though her attention was elsewhere.

"Esme, what's wrong?" I asked as I sipped my orange juice.

"Edward. I'm sorry dear," she said as she shook her head as though to clear it for another look, "I have been with him for over 80 years now, and I have just never seen him sleep."

I looked over at his boyish face, serene and happy. He looked as though he didn't have a care in the world.

"You did this for him, Bella. You brought him that peace that you see on his face. He has been unhappy with what he is and brooding for almost a hundred years . . . until now. You are so good for him, Bella, and I am just so thankful for you in his life . . . in all our lives, dear," she said as she gently gripped my leg to emphasize her words.

"Esme, you have all been so nice about accommodating my needs. I love being a part of your family. Thank you," I told her, "thank you for everything."

"Just looking at my son lying there content . . . sleeping for heavens sake. Bella, it's nothing short of a miracle," Esme said, her tears could be heard in her voice.

Edward rolled towards me, his arm narrowly missing the tray of food as he snuggled close to me, his face finding pillow where my shoulder should have been with me now propped up to eat. He opened his eyes and stretched, only just seeming to be aware of Esme's presence.

"Morning, Mom," he said as he scooted up in bed so that he could reach to kiss me, then resting his head on me just above where the tray sat.

"I'm glad to see you eating, love," he told me groggily.

"Well, I never actually understood till now. Edward, you actually sleep!" she exclaimed.

"Yea, I do," he told her matter of factly, "but only when Bella is with me, and usually only after . . ."

"Edward!" Esme interrupted him, "You didn't! For heaven's sake son, she just had a baby and you've had medical training. You know better and you can't expect her to . . ."

Edward just lay still and looked at his Mom, his face covered in a huge grin.

"Esme, it's alright," I interrupted, attempting to stop her tirade and realizing I was going to have to embarrass her to get her to listen. Edward lay still, an amused look on his face.

"Esme! Yes, he sleeps sometimes after we have sex, but he also sleeps even better after he consumes fluids from me."

She gasped.

"No, no. I don't mean blood, Esme," I quickly corrected her thinking.

"Mom. If I nurse from Bella, like Masen will, it has this effect on me," he said, waiting for her reaction. He was nothing if not a tease.

"Edward, really! I've never heard of such a thing! That's for the baby, not for you!" she gasped, shock showing across her face.

"Mom, ask Carlisle. I've discussed this with him, and you will be more comfortable with him explaining it, I promise you," Edward continued to tease her, "But I'll explain if you really want me to," I looked at him, horrified.

"Then explain, son. I'm your Mom and there should be nothing we can't talk about," Esme encouraged. Edward raised his head and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I noticed the edge of his lips turning up into a smile, and I couldn't help myself. "Go ahead. Tell her, Edward. I couldn't be more embarrassed than I have been the last day or so anyway," I told him, my face heating as I spoke.

Edward laughed the most beautiful laugh. It was wonderful to hear something so lighthearted coming from him after all we had been through together. If he enjoyed telling her this, I was all for it.

"Mom. When ever I have fluids from Bella, blood from her period or secretions from her breasts, I um . . . I pin her down like she was prey and I come continually for however long I'm drinking. It has lasted the better part of an hour before," he smirked, "though I resisted pinning her down this morning because I was afraid I would hurt her."

"Oh my God, Edward. Well. I see. I never heard of such a thing, but leave it to you two," she laughed. "I guess even a vampire would need to sleep after, well . . . after, you know, expending that kind of energy for that long. You had better go out and hunt today. You need all your venom to get that arm well, and it sounds as though you used a lot of it young man!"

Edward laughed, the sound I loved to hear most in the world as he answered her with a simple, "Yes, Mom."

I finished my breakfast with a promise from Edward that he would hunt today, what a relief. After what had had happened this week, I was afraid it would be difficult to convince him to leave me, even long enough to feed himself. He was weak this morning, though he tried to hide it from me. When he got up to move the breakfast tray for me and take it downstairs, the reason for his weakness became apparent. When I moved the pillow that he had kept his shoulder and arm somewhat hidden under all night while he held me, I saw that the sheets, linens and the pillow itself were soaked through with the fluid that was oozing from his arm. I was scared. I knew that fire was the one thing that would destroy my husband, but I didn't understand the effect that this massive burn was having. Didn't venom heal things? Weren't vampire's bodies supposed to repair themselves? He was just starting to relax somewhat after the kidnapping, then Masen's birth and I didn't want to change the mood he had been in when he laughed so freely with Esme this morning. I would talk to Carlisle, I knew he would be by sometime today and probably several times to check on Masen.

"Look who I found downstairs," Edward said as he walked in holding our son. He was so gorgeous, well, both of them. Edward's face was so full of joy and absolute love for the baby he held that it took my breath away. I had gone to the restroom while he had taken my tray downstairs and cleaned up a bit, placing towels over the wetness from his arm that was on the bed and straightening things up a bit from where we had been sleeping, though I didn't really make the bed. I knew we were probably going to lounge on it all day. He walked over and sat beside me as I watched them. They were my whole world now.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I cooed to Masen as he smiled brilliantly back at me. He seemed to have grown overnight, his features more defined and shaped after being squished during his birth. He was beautiful, thick mahogany colored hair that seemed to have copper in every strand as it curled around his square little face. I lifted the tee shirt I had put on, exposing one of my breasts and placed one of the nipple shields over my nipple. The panic that crossed Edward's face did not go unnoticed, but he said nothing as he handed me our son.

"Masen, you must remember not to bite your Mom. It's very important, son, or she won't be able to fed you this way, do you understand?" Edward asked him as though he expected an answer. Surprisingly, Masen looked back at him as though he had answered him, his eyes dark with what I could only guess was hunger. He turned his head to me and started rooting and sucking, trying to find my nipple to feed from. My poor husband sat there, strained with tension as he was probably poised to grab the baby if there was any indication in his mind that Masen would bite me. His small hand grabbed a fist full of breast as he latched on and I cried out, scaring the hell out of Edward as he tried to assess what had happened.

I loosened his grip using my other hand, a bruise already starting to form where his strong little fingers had pinched the flesh tightly on the tender skin of my breast. "No, Masen," I told him as I held his hand away from contact with my chest. He looked up at me with the most remorseful look, I would have sworn he was telling me he was sorry. Edward confirmed that, indeed he was saying he was sorry he hurt me as I looked with amazement at my child. How had this happened? How in the world was the baby this intelligent at this early age? I thought newborns weren't even supposed to be able to see a foot or two in front of them, focused that is, but this baby looked at me as though he could count my eyelashes with ease. Though I was used to the uncanny suction that Edward had, no doubt the vampire part of him coming into play, the baby's ability to suck was almost greater. After only a couple of minutes, I had to change sides. It felt like he was sucking my toes up through my nipples he was sucking so hard.

Did I mention the smacking? Masen's table manners left something to be desired, as I was certain the entire house heard him suckling and slurping his way through his meal.

"I think he is enjoying that almost as much as I do, love," Edward whispered in my ear, causing me to blush.

"Well, it's a totally different feeling when you do it. It makes me feel completely different than feeding our son."

"I certainly hope so," he said as he nuzzled my neck and kissed my jaw. I had the feeling that Edward needed to be close to me, not exactly being comfortable with sharing me . . . even with his son. I took my free hand and wound it into the hair I loved at the nape of his neck and kissed his lips, repeatedly until Masen put a hand on Edward's chest and pushed him away, eliciting a huge laugh from my husband.

"Well, little man, if I'm going to share her with you, you'll have to share her with me as well."

I had done it! Masen had nursed and not even bitten the breast shield. He was staring up at us with the most content expression, his eyes an emerald green with just a tinge of burgundy around the outer rims, no doubt from his meals during the night. I didn't have much milk yet, it supposedly took a day or two to let down, but Masen had seemed to enjoy himself none the less.

"Eddie! Breakfast!" I heard Emmett call from downstairs. Edward rolled his eyes and sighed, "he knows I hate it when he calls me that."

"They're worried about you. Edward, I saw where your arm was last night . . . under my pillow. You are loosing a lot of fluid, sweetheart. If they've brought you breakfast, please go and drink . . . please?" I urged him.

"Good morning!" Carlisle called from our doorway. "How's my grandson this morning?"

"Sleeping," I replied, "Waiting for his father to go and have his breakfast, since Masen and I have both had ours."

"Fine. Fine. I'm going," Edward said, grabbing a long sleeve tee shirt from his dresser and going to the bathroom to change, no doubt to keep me from seeing his arm. Edward left as Carlisle deposited some things in our bathroom and came to sit by the bed in the rocking chair that Rose had brought in from the nursery.

"So, how's young master Cullen this morning?" he asked, knowing full well the answer to his question.

"He is full, content and asleep, Grandpa," I answered with a smile, "Have you had a chance to check on Bree?"

"Yes, dear. She's doing just fine. It was touch and go there for awhile though, she's lucky you brought her to the hospital when you did yesterday," he told me. I was thankful that she would recover, but something else was on my mind right now. Carlisle spent a good bit of time examining Masen from head to toe and taking measurements of everything. The baby could not care less and slept soundly in spite of his arms and legs being lifted, his head being measured and his umbilical cord being checked.

"Carlisle, I know Masen is a big concern and we need to monitor him and everyone is fussing over me, of course, but I'm worried about Edward." Carlisle's eyes wouldn't meet mine as he continued to stare at the sleeping baby. I put my legs over the side of the bed and scooted away from the headboard, moving the pillow to show my father in law how bad Edward's arm was loosing liquid. I just stared at him, waiting for a response.

"I know, Bella. There are more wet dressings in the trash downstairs. I don't think he wanted us to see them. Bella . . . it's rare for a vampire to be burned, especially badly," he chuckled, "We tend to avoid fire at all costs, as you can imagine. A severed limb will reattach with almost no trace of it ever having been apart, a cut will heal instantly. A severed head can usually be reattached with no ill effect, but this burn . . . well, it's just not healing yet. The surface cells apparently play a key role in our ability to heal, and most of his on that arm have been burned away. I'm concerned that he may loose the arm."

"Carlisle, no!"

"Dad. Stop scaring her, " Edward scoffed as he returned to sit beside me, his eyes a slightly lighter shade but no where near the golden color I was used to.

"Edward, it's serious, son. You know that. It should have healed during the night, yet it's still leaking and I saw all the discarded bandages, son." Edward just looked at the baby and said nothing. Apparently Masen was a good prop to avoid talking or looking people in the eye. I reached out and placed Masen in the middle of our kind sized bed and stood, taking Edward's hand.

"Both of you come with me," I said heading into our bathroom where I had seen Carlisle place supplies. I flipped on all the bright lights so that I could see clearly as well, and stood in front of the counter.

"Okay, take off the shirt," I told my husband, my hands on my hips.

"Bella!" he chided, his head cocked to the side trying to make it like I was being seductive,"Not with my Dad here."

"Stop joking, Cullen. Take it off. Now."

Carlisle put his hands in his pockets and fidgeted, a chuckle coming from him as Edward sighed and pulled the shirt over his head with his unhurt arm, slowly pulling the entire thing down the injured arm. Carlisle unwound the wide gauze that wrapped the arm, at least to the shoulder, and for the first time I saw clearly the extensive parts of my husbands arm and shoulder that were completely raw and oozing a clear liquid. The teeth marks from the wolf that had been horribly jagged and torn were almost completely healed, only pinkish traces of them remaining. The burn was the problem.

"Edward, you need to feed again today, at last once a day for awhile. You're loosing way too much fluid from this arm. I want to try something," he told us, reaching for a tray of syringes filled with a reddish liquid. "I extracted the liquid from the discarded umbilical cord and placenta. For humans, they contain stem cells. I'm not sure what effect it will have on us, but I think it will help your arm to coat it with this," he suggested. He pulled Edward to the sink and gently washed his arm, gingerly patting it dry . . . Edward was unable to hide the pain that crossed his features. There was nothing he could give a vampire to lessen pain. I held his other hand tightly as his Dad spread the liquid from one of the syringes over the arm, coating it and then wrapping it in plastic to try and keep the liquid against the arm for awhile. He helped him put the sleeve over the tee shirt over it, and back on over his head. I was never so thankful to have a doctor for a father in law than at this moment. This was serious, and he would do everything he could to ensure that Edward recovered . . . intact.

"Let's see what this does for a couple of hours, son, and go from there. If it helps, like I think it will, we have enough to do a few treatments," he told us as we walked back into our bedroom to check on Masen, who was still sleeping in the center of the bed where I placed him.

"The troops are waiting to see you this morning, Bella. Especially your father. Are you up to it?" Carlisle asked.

"Give me a minute in the restroom, Carlisle, and send them up," I told him, watching Edward go to the rocking chair and sit, holding his son.

"Is Jake here? I mean, I assume one of them brought you a deer and he would probably finish it after you drank," I asked.

"Well," Edward laughed, "actually your Dad is cleaning it. He wants to cook some venison for dinner out on the grill. Emmett got breakfast for me this morning. Jake left earlier to go and find Sam."

"Oh," I gasped, "Sam. What's going to happen to him, Edward?"