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Author's Note: Well, real life is getting in the way again, and I don't have another chapter of I Do . . . Hate You ready. I do, however, have another chapter of HHH ready to go and I thought, for those of you that are reading both, you might enjoy this on a Sunday afternoon! Review and let me know what you think, apparently some of you did not like the last chapter so much and i do really want your honest opinions!

Chapter 83 Restored

"Yes, Dad. I need to be like Edward so that I don't have to ever loose him."

EPOV

We both heard her words from the bathroom where Carlisle had just finished dressing my arm again. He met my gaze and we both just stared for an instant before he dropped his eyes back to my arm and continued bandaging it. I had asked him to put an ace bandage over the cellophane and wrap it several times around my chest to hold it on the arm. I didn't want a shirt between Bella and I tonight as she slept. I needed to feel her close to me, to touch her skin in as many places as I could.

She had given birth to our son yesterday, and though I held her and slept in the early hours of this morning with her, the birth and the hours following it were as stressful as any had ever been.

I had come home yesterday to prepare things. I thought I had lost her and the baby as well, and I had no intention of continuing on in this life, if that's what this was, without her. I had come home to prepare a pyre for us both so that our ashes would at least always be together only to find her alive and asleep in our bed.

Asleep.

As if that should have even been possible as far into labor as she was.

Our son was a very powerful young man, even before he was born. He had calmed his mother and since her desire was to just go to sleep until I came, that's exactly what he enabled her to do.

Masen had the ability not only to read minds, as I did, but to enhance a persons own abilities to fulfill their deepest desires. He was also capable of placing thoughts in your head that you believe to be your own . . . and have you act on them and it was this last ability that had in reality saved Bella. Every time Victoria had come to Bella and Bree with the intention of harming them, having a little fun with them, he had told me she called it, he had stopped her. He had made her think about keeping the humans alive so that she would get the money and made her focus on just how badly she wanted the lifestyle that came with having that much money. He had intensified her anger at Riley when he unexpectedly showed up and was intent on killing the hostages, leading to her dismembering and burning him. Each and every time Victoria had intended to harm his Mom, he had stopped her . . . even the time that Victoria flipped the bed with the girls on it, she had intended to do far worse.

I could not read Bella's mind, though I could read every one else's, and something within her not only kept my mind out, but allowed me the confidence and focus to obtain things that I truly wanted. I had absolutely no desire for her blood. I slept at will now. Masen was quick to let me know that he had helped with that. Though I did sleep occasionally with Bella after consuming fluids from her, even before Masen existed, I could now sleep any time I wanted to and wake feeling rested . . . unheard of for a vampire.

It was all because of my wife. My wife, God love her. She actually waited till she had me alone on an island before she told me she was pregnant. She knew that she would need us to be that far removed from anyone else to have time to let me process what was happening . . . to accept the possibilities without putting a stop to them out of fear. She knew I would stop anything that threatened to take her away from me, including terminating the pregnancy unless she had time to convince me.

I walked into our bedroom and saw her sitting there in the rocker holding our son. Her father was sitting on the bed in front of her, holding one of her hands. She had just told him how much she loved me and how she intended to become what I was in order to never have to loose me. Tears were one of the things Masen had enabled me to have, and I felt them starting with the realization of what was occurring. She was managing to keep her father in her life, at least for a few more years while molding seamlessly into my world.

"Shall I take the baby downstairs for everyone to share him while you get some sleep, Bella?" Carlisle offered.

"He's sleeping, Carlisle. I think we'll let him stay in our room in the bassinet till he wakes up and I feed him again, then he can come downstairs for the rest of the night and have a bottle. Edward will bring him down for me," she said, gesturing towards me as I stood beside her.

"Well, you get some sleep, both of you. Your siblings as well as Esme and I will be downstairs and outside. Don't worry about Sam or anything else for the night and we'll sort it all out in the morning," Carlisle promised, "Your body having a baby and your getting burned happened less than 36 hours ago, you both need time to recuperate and resting will do you worlds of good, even you, Edward."

"That's right, Bells," Charlie said, standing to leave. He leaned over and kissed his daughter on the head and gently stroked Masen's cheek with his knuckle before turning and heading to the door. "Goodnight, son," he said to me as he turned and headed out the door and down the stairs, Carlisle pulling our door to and following him.

Charlie waited for Carlisle at the foot of the stairs, questioning him about his grandson's birth and his daughter's health and wanting reassurance that the arm that Victoria had dislocated was going to be fine and that she really was recovering nicely from both the injury and the birth. After my father reassured him that all was progressing nicely as far as Bella's physical well being was concerned, Charlie asked about my arm and if it was healing and what he thought the prognosis was for recovery for me as well. The rest of my family had been listening to their discussion, of course, and stiffened as Carlisle explained that my hand and arm were not healing as fast as he had hoped they would, but that some small progress had been made. From his thoughts, I realized that Charlie had almost come full circle, he had once genuinely hated me for what I had done and the pain I had caused his daughter, now his mind was filled with acceptance of our relationship as well as something completely new . . . my new father in law actually liked me.

My thoughts returned to my wife and son as I took Masen from Bella, gently cradling him in my arm and placing him in the bassinet at the foot of the bed, managing not to wake him. I gently tucked the soft blue blanket around my son, treating him like a human baby as I was yet unsure just how essential human food and oxygen were to him. Bella excused herself to the bathroom, I was sure to change her pad and do her nightly routine. I placed a fresh towel or two on her side of the bed before I discarded my sleep pants and got under the covers to wait for her.

I was lying on my back, my eyes closed, lost in my own musings when I heard her approach and felt her slide into bed under the covers with me. She scooted and rolled towards me till her head was on my shoulder and my injured arm was under the pillow that her head rested partly on. She snuggled in to me and it was only then that I realized she wasn't wearing clothing either. We both had the need to feel close to each other, without even the slightest film of fabric separating us. She hitched her leg over my thigh and grasped me with her hand, holding on to my growing erection much like she had done when I had first brought her home from the hospital last summer and she was too injured for us to make love. It was the same now, though it was worlds apart in reality. We had come so far in the few months since we had been married. Such a short time, yet I was hard pressed even with my perfect recall to remember a time when she was not with me . . . probably because I did not want to remember it, I had no need of anything but her.

I flipped on the electric blanket to keep her warm next to me though I think the cool of my body felt good to her stomach and the inflamed area between her legs. I listened to the rhythmical breathing and heartbeats of my wife and son as I drifted off to sleep.

Masen awoke in the middle of the night and he was hungry. I ran my hand up and down Bella's arm that was stretched across my chest in an effort to wake her, but she was sound asleep. She had insisted that she be allowed to feed the baby when he woke, and I wanted to keep my word to her. I rolled to my side to face her and started kissing her cheek, her neck and her shoulder, calling her name softly until she responded. What happened was not, however the response that I expected. She tightened her grip on my length and her face, eyes closed, started searching for my lips. It was a familiar move, I should have expected it after the dozens of times she had acted exactly the same way, but I didn't. I wasn't thinking ummm, I want to make love, though that was there as well, I was thinking Bella wake up and feed the baby. My dick, however, did not know the difference . . . or care. I was impossibly hard and she had her leg still thrown over me and her hips grinding against me.

"Bella, Bella love," I spoke trying to wake her, "sweetheart Masen needs you." That was all it took. Her eyes met mine and I saw realization finally there as she focused and kissed me before starting to sit up. I threw back my covers and went to the bassinet to get the baby for her.

"Edward, how do you know he's hungry, I mean, he's not crying. He hasn't cried yet," she asked as I handed him to her.

"He tells me, love. Would you rather I let him know that he needs to cry so that you'll know, too?" I asked.

"Well, no . . . not exactly. I just need to be able to know what he wants, too," she said petulantly.

"We'll figure it our, love. Whatever you want," I said as I kissed her forehead, handing her one of the breast shields from the package by the bed. I noticed her breasts were slightly larger and she smelled different, at least the fluid coming from them did as Masen slurped ravenously. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" she said, looking up coyly at me.

"Nothing, love. I just know how he feels, that's all," I said as I leaned in close to whisper to her, "I think he is enjoying those breasts of yours nearly as much as his father does." Even in the dim light, I could see the blush that covered her cheeks and spread down her throat throat and onto her chest. She was so beautiful. Minutes passed and she put a finger at the edge of where Masen's lips wrapped around her nipple and broke the suction, much like she did when she wanted me to switch sides the past few months. He gave her just as surprised a look as well. Greedily latching on to the other breast, he continued his meal as I watched my wife and child. It was a moment out of a fairytale, one I thought I would never experience

I slipped on some sleep pants and lifted Masen from her, placing him on the bed to change his diaper while she went to the restroom. I changed the bedding she had been lying on, realizing after I had gathered it that she was no longer bleeding. Amazing. She had come through the delivery as well or better than any woman I had ever heard of. I held our son, waiting for her to return to bed to be sure she was alright with me taking him downstairs for the family to have some time with and for them to give him his bottle. He seemed to enjoy nursing, though her milk had not really come in yet, but he craved blood as well. It was an odd mixture. Vampires drank, and all the fluid they consumed was used by the body to produce the various fluids needed . . . semen, saliva, moisture around the eyes, etc. There was no waste and no reason to ever go to the rest room. Masen consumed both, and he used his diaper as any other baby would. It would be interesting to see if, as an adult, he required only blood and no restroom usage, or if he continued to consume human food. Carlisle and I had no idea, really, and we were anxious for answers. He was healthy though, for now, and we would just have to watch him and see what it was that he needed.

"Are you taking him down to the family, sweetheart?" she asked as she returned, still naked. Her body was absolutely gorgeous. She never gained weight, other than the baby bump in her belly, and her belly, though distended and kind of jiggly, was shrinking nicely.

"I thought I would. They want to see him and he seems to be awake, at least for now. I thought they could give him a bottle when he gets thirsty, and you could get some more rest, love."

"That's fine," she said as she kissed him on the forehead and went to climb into bed while I quickly changed his diaper and took him downstairs. Carlisle came back upstairs with me, wanting to take a look at my arm and I grudgingly allowed it. I knew he was genuinely concerned about it from his thoughts and I was hoping we would see some progress as well.

"Cover up, sweetheart. Carlisle is with me, he wants to check my arm," I said as we walked into the bedroom and to the bathroom. Bella entered the ensuite in her bathrobe as Carlisle removed the ace wrap and the cellophane. It was better, marginally, but still weeping rather badly. The teeth marks that Sam had left were completely healed, small scars showing the location where each tooth had torn the flesh.

"I have only one more application of these stem cells after this one, Edward, so I want to leave it wrapped this time till tomorrow afternoon, a full 12 hours, and see if we see more healing occurring over the extended time period."

"What happens if it isn't well and you use all the applications, Carlisle?" Bella asked, trying to cover her worry.

"It is healing, Bella. Just slower than I've ever seen on a vampire. Of course, I've never seen a burn like this. It seems like this is to be expected. We just need to give it time, dear," he said bringing his bended fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to his for a moment.

"And how are you doing?" he asked. "Forgive me, but the doctor in me wants to know if Edward has been checking your belly and stitches to make sure everything is healing nicely."

"I'm fine," she told him, blushing. I smiled at her reaction , and answered my father's question.

"Her uterus is soft and still shrinking, Carlisle, no signs of any problems and as I'm sure you can smell, the bleeding has stopped. I haven't checked her stitches since the birth on Thursday, just over 24 hours ago," I told him, realizing I should have looked to see that they were intact and doing well.

"See, it's all good, Dad!" Bella continued to blush, holding my arm and hiding her face behind me. It was the first time she had called Carlisle Dad. I realized it only because of the expression that crossed his face and the gleam in his eyes, reflecting his thoughts. He truly accepted and loved Bella as a daughter and it filled him with joy that she accepted him as well.

"I'll see you two in the morning," he said as he closed his bag, leaving it on the counter for in the morning and turned to leave, "I have to go downstairs and play with my grandson!"

Bella giggled and wrapped her arms around me, reaching up to kiss me. I refrained from picking her up as we turned out the bathroom light and walked back toward our bed. I could have easily lifted her with one arm, of course, but I didn't want to risk squeezing her or hurting her in any way at this point, however remote the chance. She dropped her robe when we got to her side of the bed and sat, hugging me to her as I stood waiting to cover her up and go to my side to join her for the night. Her arms held me tightly, and she kissed my stomach as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of my sleep pants and lowered them, never taking her lips from my body as she kissed down the light trail of hair to my now straining erection.

"Bella, no," I told her as I started to back away from her. She held onto me as tightly as she was able, and I didn't want her to feel like her efforts were pointless. I stood close to her, running my fingers through her hair and continuing to talk to her. "Sweetheart, we can't. You know this," I told her as I held onto her shoulders. Instead of stopping she took me into her mouth and I was instantly unable to pull away from her as pleasure and desire swept over me. I lasted only a moment as my length touched the back of her throat and she looked up at me, surprised. I shrugged my shoulders and I'm sure I looked as embarrassed as I ever had. "I'm seventeen, love, sometimes I can't help it," I told her sheepishly, by way of explanation.

She laughed softly and hugged me before lying down in bed and I stepped out of my sleep pants that had been around my knees and kissed her softly as I crawled over her to lie beside her, covering us up and holding her close to me. "I love you, sweetheart," she said softly and snuggled into me, kissing me again and getting into her favorite position, her leg hitched over me and her hand holding my erection tightly.

"I love you. So much, baby," I told her, stroking her hair and realizing I was purring loudly as I held her. She drifted off to sleep in my arms.

I awoke to hear the sounds of Bella crying softly from the shower. I was instantly beside her, cupping her cheeks in my hands, "Sweetheart . . . what's wrong? Are you hurt?" It was just after sunrise on Saturday. We had slept quite a few hours since Masen had fed and I had thought that all was well.

"I'm fine . . . really . . . I'm fine . . . ," she told me. I could smell her tears, the shower hid nothing from me. She looked up to face me and I saw the problem instantly. Her breasts were huge. Huge. She held them, crying as she stood under the warm water.

"Love, are they hurting you?" I asked ran my thumbs down the sides of them, noting how hard they were. She didn't answer, she only nodded in response as she rested her forehead against my chest.

"The books say that when you first have milk, if they get engorged like this, that warm water in the shower will help to make them feel better and let the milk flow to release the pressure, but it's not working," she said softly.

"Let me get Masen, love. I'm sure he would love to take care of the problem for you!" I told her, sounding as cheerful as I could and trying to make her smile.

"No!" she said, a horrified look on her face. "See," she said, moving one of her hands away from her breast for me to look. The breast was so full and stretched with milk there was virtually no nipple, certainly nothing that the baby would be capable of latching onto.

"Have you tried to squeeze them yourself, love . . . or would you like me to get the pump for you?" I asked as I rubbed her back, trying to sooth her and get her to calm down.

"I tried to do it myself but it isn't working . . . maybe the pump. Let's try," she said willingly. I dried her as well as myself off and we went back into the bedroom and I handed her the pump as she sat against the headboard of our bed. As soon as she turned the machine on, she winced and cried out in pain. I took the machine from her and held her close to me, trying my best to sooth her tears.

"Your cool skin feels better than anything else, Edward. Those books are so stupid saying that warmth helps when cool feels so much better," she said, sounding more like a whiny child than my son's mother. I chuckled at her in spite of myself. I was sorry she was uncomfortable, but she was just so damned cute about it. She wiggled and wiggled beside, trying to find a position that allowed both breasts to be against me as tightly as possible, apparently alleviating some of the pressure for her by pressing against them.

"Here, love," I said as I gently rolled her to her back and moved to lie on top of her. I had felt her against me this way once, briefly since she had the baby, and I had relished the thought of being able to lie on my wife once again, though I kept some of my weight off her just the same. I nudged her legs apart with my knee and she opened them willingly to me, my hips settling against hers.

She sighed and seemed to relax immediately. "Oh my God, that feels good, Edward," She said as she rocked her hips, creating friction and it was more than I could stand. I tensed completely with the effort it was taking for me not to enter her as she continued to move under me. It was not till she arched her back and cried out as she came that I lost it and fell over that edge with her, still managing not to enter her as I was determined not to hurt her regardless of how much she apparently wanted me.

I kissed her passionately and long as she held onto me, her body writhing in pleasure beneath me. I noticed out chests were soaking wet with milk that had been leaking out while we weren't paying attention to them, and I kissed down her neck and to her chest, licking and sucking her skin into my mouth, anxious to taste the latest fluid my wife was producing. Dear God, it was amazing. Though I had just come all over my wife's thighs I was instantly rock hard to the point of being uncomfortable. I lifted my body slightly and looked into her eyes, cupping one of her breasts in the hand that wasn't bandaged, silently asking for permission. I didn't want to hurt her and from her actions in the shower, I feared that the first few moments might be painful to her.

She smiled and pulled my head towards her breast, her hand tangled in the hair she loved at the nape of my neck. I gently took the largest amount of her nipple possible into my mouth and gently squeezed the area around it slightly with my hand, in order to try and allow a nipple to form on the distended breast. I sucked deeply as she tensed and let out a loud whimper. I knew what she was doing, she was biting her lower lip in an effort to stifle her sounds so that I would continue. She knew, as I did, that at this point, I was going to have to relieve the pressure for her, even if it hurt for a moment. Luckily, vampire suction ability has its usefulness and her milk started flowing quickly into my mouth, spurting out on its own with some amount of force as

I drank it down greedily. The effect on me was the same as it had always been, and I came continually, covering her core with continual streams of liquid as I continued to come over and over. I managed to control myself enough not to press into her with my hips. I did not allow myself to act as though I was pinning my prey as I drank, and I kept my hips from rocking into her as my climaxes continued.

It took only a moment before she relaxed and started stroking my shoulder and back, obviously more comfortable now that some pressure had been relieved, and telling me how much she love me and how happy I made her that I felt comfortable enough with her to do this for her. After a few minutes, I released her nipple and looked into her eyes.

"I love you, Bella. I would do anything for you . . . and this could never ever be construed as a chore, love." I told her as my face gave a smirk and my pleasure was evident.

"I just want to try one thing . . . please, only try," she said. It wasn't what she said, but the mischievous look on her face that made me pause, alarmed. She reached down and grasped me, angling her hips so that the head of my penis slid inside her.

"Bella . . . you know we can't, love. I can't move in you, baby . . . you have stitches and they'll open."

"I'm not asking you to move, just to let me feel you. The cool of your body feels good, Edward. It sooths everything down there so very much better than any icepack ever could, sweetheart. Please . . . "

"What am I going to do with you. I can't deny you, and you know it," I said as I slowly entered her an inch at a time, feeling for any changes in her skin or any indications that she was tearing or uncomfortable. There were none. I stilled as our hips met, my length completely sheathed in her warm body.

"We can lie here like this for awhile, if you want, love, but I'm not going to move. We can't make love like that till you heal."

"I know. I just needed to feel you," she sighed, holding me as tightly as she was capable. I risked kissing her, still able to maintain my stillness as our tongues danced together. I had missed her so badly for over three days that she was held away from me. I broke out kiss and nuzzled my face into the side of her neck, relishing her scent as I kissed her neck and listened to her heartbeat. I kissed down her collarbone and chest till I got to the breast that I had yet ignored. I started to move off of her so that I could relieve some of the pressure in that breast as well, not wanting to be inside her for fear of hurting her.

"Stay . . . please," she said as she wrapped her legs around my waist and held me to her. I looked into her eyes, knowing that my apprehension was palpable, but knowing that I would give her what she asked for because, in reality, I wanted it as much as she did and I could deny her nothing.

I latched onto the breast much the same way I had the other one and she stiffened and cried out, apparently in more pain than before. I stopped immediately until she stroked my cheek and pulled my head back to her breast. She stiffened again, but relaxed within moments as her milk once again flowed quickly into my mouth. I concentrated on keeping my hips perfectly still as I filled her time and time again with my release, part of my brain registering that she had indeed stopped bleeding so that the venom that was being released into her body would not have an overly direct route to her bloodstream. Maybe part of me no longer cared, wanted her to join my world and gain a measure of indestructibility. I continued to come in my wife till her milk stopped flowing readily and her breasts felt equally soft and pliable to the touch as i nuzzled my face into her.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me and covered us, our bodies spent and sleep taking us both within minutes.

I awoke mid morning to the feeling of my wife kissing my neck and running her fingers through my hair.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said as she continued to kiss me. I hugged her to me and kissed her with every ounce of love I had for this woman, rolling her to her back so that I could feel her under me.

"Breakfast, love?" I asked.

"I think you mean lunch," she said laughing, gesturing to the clock that read almost ten thirty.

"Let me go and get Masen for you so you can feed him this morning," I told her. As I started to move off of her, we both came to the same realization . . .

"Shower!"

We laughed as we tumbled out of bed together and headed to the bathroom. The water warmed as Bella unwound the ace bandage covering my arm and removed the cellophane, planning to wash the arm for me before we called Carlisle up to see it.

"Edward!" she shouted, a look of shock showing on her face as she continued to stare at the hand and arm of mine that she held. I looked down to see what had upset her, preparing to comfort her that my arm was not yet healed only to see what she had seen . . . the arm appeared to be completely healed. Completely. There was very little trace that it had ever been burned other than the loss of some of the hair that had covered my forearm before the fire.

"I guess the cells that Carlisle extracted worked," I murmured, relieved. Bella smiled.

"Either that or mother's milk is better for you than we ever imagined," she laughed. God I loved that sound. We showered off quickly, anxious to see our son as well as to show Carlisle my arm.

I fastened the nursing bra behind her and she adjusted the straps to fit her enlarged breasts, slipping a stretchy long sleeved cotton tee shirt on over it. Before I would allow her to finish dressing, I insisted on checking her stitches. She huffed and puffed a bit but finally obliged me, laying back on the bed from where she had been sitting on the side of it and bringing her heels to rest on the edge, beside her bottom. I had to be certain that I hadn't torn any of her stitches and that nothing needed repairing this morning. I found nothing.

Nothing.

The stitches I had put in were dissolvable and should have been gone in about ten days , but there was no trace of them. The vaginal wall was completely repaired, not even a scar to be seen.

"Bella," her name fell from my lips at almost a whisper, alarming her.

"What is it, Edward? Is something wrong?" she asked, worriedly, propping herself up on her elbows.

I reached over her and felt her stomach and abdomen, feeling for the top of her uterus to see how much it had shrunk in size. It was back to almost a normal size. . . . pre-pregnancy normal.

"Bella, there is no trace of a cut ever having been made, or stitches for that matter. Your body, at least internally, appears and feels perfectly normal, as though you had never even had a baby, love," I told her, amazed.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Venom." It was all she needed to say.

We dressed and headed downstairs, unable to hide the Cheshire cat smiles we both wore and anxious to share our news . . .