CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

"I feel like I signed a deal with the devil."

"Oh, Bella stop being so over dramatic." Edward rolled his eyes.

We were on a plane to D.C., I never made it to Chicago like planned because once I had agreed to do this project, I needed to put my time and work in. Garrett wanted to start filming by September, he also wanted to be done by Christmas which I thought was highly ambitious for this kind of script.

"First Garrett and then Jacob. Next they're going to tell me that Lauren Mallory wants to sign on as Kathryn and we managed to obtain a one-way ticket to hell because it was within our budget."

"Maybe you should have been an actress…you're being mighty dramatic." Edward smiled. "This will all work out. We should be celebrating not hashing out all the points you find negative. We could be here all day, my little miss glass is half empty. Besides I would much rather spend the next hour inside you, it has been six long days." He pointed out.

I stared at him for a second. "You're right. Fuck Jacob." I jumped up out of my seat and grabbed Edward's hand to go to the back of the plane where our bed was.

"I rather not have you use those words when we are about have sex." Edward replied.

"According to you, we don't fuck. We make looovvvee." I sang.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Me? Never." I replied.

"You best be back in that room completely undressed in five seconds or I just may torture you with my…loooovvveee making."

I giggled and ran to the back of the plane throwing off clothes as I went. It's incredible the things you could do in a plane all to yourself. No crampy mile high club for us trying to squeeze our asses into a small box.

It hadn't been that long but for us it seemed like an eternity. I may not have gotten to the back of the plane by the time Edward had asked but he didn't seem all two thrilled for torture. He was much too impatient and needed this as much as I needed him.

The plane ride started to get a bit bumpy the moment he entered me and for a quick second I was actually thinking that it could add to our kinkiness. Edward started pumping away laying on top of me. He had me in a deep kiss but there was something off.

"Edward." I pushed him a little.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Uh…I don't think I can handle your weight…my stomach hurts."

"Do you want to change positions?" he asked pausing.

I thought for a second and then nodded. He pulled out and laid down so I could climb on top. I straddled him and guided him in me and we started again. I could see the plane going up and down, the outside world seemed to be shaking. The rumbling could be heard throughout the plane and it seemed that we were going through a storm.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Edward asked again.

"Do you think we're okay? We're shaking quite a bit." I replied.

"It's a small storm. We haven't even changed too much in altitude. Do you want me to check with the captain?"

"Uh…no…it's okay…if you think it's okay?" I started back my rhythm and Edward helped me along. I could feel it wouldn't take him long but I was a different story. I still didn't feel right. I started to feel nauseous but I couldn't, I wasn't allowing myself to be nauseated. I was having dinner at the White House in just a couple of hours.

Edward was giving me that look that told me he was waiting for me to cum so he could cum too but I knew that wasn't going to happen for me and I needed to get off this bumpy ride and pronto. So…I…faked it.

I know. I know. I'm a horrible person but what was I to do.

"Oh god!" I screamed. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

I definitely should rule out a career as an actress but Edward bought it and he exploded inside me. I think it was the fastest I have ever jumped off his dick running towards the bathroom so fast that Edward hadn't even left his state of euphoria yet.

I slammed the bathroom door and then just stared down at the small toilet. I had one of those feelings that I'm sure you have gotten before, the kind where you feel like you need to throw up but then you don't. You just sit there trying to gag but nothing comes up.

"Bella, are you okay?" Edward knocked on the door and I sat down quickly on the toilet allowing his load to trickle out of me.

"I don't know…I think the storm is making me feel funny."

Edward opened the door, "Can I get you anything?"

I wiped myself and shook my head. "I think I just need to lay down. I'm getting motion sickness or something."

Edward helped me into bed and then said he would be right back. He was going to check with the pilot and make sure that everything was okay.

I laid in bed with chills and I just kept praying over and over for this to pass. It wasn't every day that one was invited to have dinner at the most prestigious address in the nation. I just couldn't feel off tonight.

Edward was a dear and brought some ginger ale to the back to help before laying down with me and holding me. I fell asleep quickly happy to be reunited with my man and his arms. I loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, nothing better in the world as I had come to discover since his absences.

The plane touched down and Edward woke me calmly. "Baby, we arrived. You need to wake up."

"Do I fear warm to you?" I asked wanting a second opinion. I was able to assess myself after waking up, I didn't feel quite as bad as before but now I just felt dizzy. I could handle a little bit of dizziness, I tried telling myself.

Edward put his hand on my forehead and sighed. "You do feel warm but you just woke up. You're still not feeling well?"

"Not a hundred percent but that flight gave me a run for my money. I think I'm just really tired. I haven't slept well for a couple of days." I reminded him. I had managed naps here and there but the longest block of time was when I fell asleep in my office while Emma was holding down the fort outside.

"You need to sleep." He scolded.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead." I quipped getting up. It took a second for me to stop the room from spinning and Edward helped steady me.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay for tonight. We can cancel."

"No. Absolutely not. I'll be fine." I stated strong. I think more to myself then to Edward.

We arrived at our hotel and I focused on my breathing to help calm me. I was now under the impression that my sudden ailments were due to nerves which was completely rational. I took a long shower and just took my time getting ready that evening putting on a royal blue knee-length dress.

"You look stunning, Bella. No reason to be nervous whatsoever." Edward kissed me and I tried to take in his words. I would get through this night. I kept telling myself over and over that in a couple of hours I would be back in this hotel room a true success.

At the time I made myself believe that we were going to dinner at the White House and I was sure there would be more than enough people in attendance so if I needed to excuse myself for a moment then I would not missed. However when we arrived, after going through the security check, Edward and I were escorted to this tiny private dining room. Not really tiny but much smaller than I had envisioned.

"Uh…Edward, why is there only like four places set at the table?" I asked uneasy.

"Because dinner is just for the four of us, obviously."

"But…I thought this was like going to be a party or something. Why would the President of the United States want to have dinner with just us? We are so not as important as you think we are."

"I happen to disagree. You are the most important person in this room to me." Edward gave me his cheesy smile and I answered in return with an eyebrow raise. "Bella, remember I did do quite a lot of funding and helping out to see his campaign through. I believe we were invited for this special honor because of all that."

"My god, you didn't tell me that you gave millions of dollars to the campaign so you could have dinner here. I'll be sure to eat everything on my plate as I'm sure the appetizer alone cost you the amount of middle class income home."

"I didn't do this for the dinner. I did it because I truly believe that this man has an opportunity to help this country prosper."

"Hello, thank you both for coming." The First Lady walked in and welcomed us kindly.

"Thank you for having us." Edward replied.

"I see you have drinks in hand. My husband is just finishing up a call but if you would like to sit…" she offered.

I had only met this woman briefly before and kind of wondered if she even remembered. Of course when I met her it was on one of the most important days in her husband's life…inauguration day and all but I doubted she would remember me. Of course I'm sure she remembered Edward, after all who could ever forget Edward Cullen.

"I know we've been having some strange weather. I trust you arrived without incident."

"Bella, did have a little issue with the storm that our plane had to fight but we are here and happy for it." Edward replied and I wanted to kick him under the table. Don't go into details about icky stuff with the wife of the leader of the free world.

I smiled and tried to act like it didn't effect.

"I apologize for my tardiness. Edward. Isabella." The President walked in and we both rose up out of our chair. He shook Edwards hand first and then came around to me next, "So quiet, Bella? No, What up, Pres?"

I looked down and smacked my forehead embarrassed. It seems he remembered our first encounter when I was babbling Furby unable to control my mouth.

"No, Sir…eh…Mr. President." My face was on fire and I could see Edward looking between us not understanding the joke since I never told him about that.

"Oh honey, don't embarrass our guest." The First Lady admonished him.

"Embarrassing? Embarrassing would be if I went into details and I can tell by old Edward's face you didn't tell him." The President sang.

"Of course I didn't, I'm not stupid." Once again not editing myself.

Everyone laughed at my silliness and we all sat back down. The appetizer was served and it was some type of raw fish. I knew the polite thing to do was to eat it but just staring down at it made me queasy. I loved sushi. That's what this was…just not in standard sushi roll form. Just eat it, Bella. EAT IT!

I stuffed the food into my mouth and swallowed it whole. Edward was staring at me and I shook him off. The conversation continued on and I was surprised how easy-going it all felt, rather surreal really.

I could still feel my nerves all throughout dinner. I kept trying to focus on my breathing and not the little white dots floating around in my vision and not the already unsettled stomach for accepting that sushi gift I had sent down twenty minutes before.

The main course was finally served and the red meat was extra red today. The juices swirled around my plate and I could feel something start to bubble up. I quickly covered my mouth and practically lunged for a glass of water to suppress the rising vomit in my mouth.

"I need to go to the restroom." I started to get up from my chair.

"Bella…can't this wait?" Edward asked looking at me strangely but I was unable to reply. I just stood there unmoving trying every single Jedi mind trick possible.

"Bella?" Edward again.

And then it happened.

Sometimes when I get to a certain point in writing this memoir of mine I often think, why am I telling this story again? Maybe I should just omit or create a different reality for a situation but I just can't bring myself to write a falsehood. Even though I know that this story will be publish after my death and I won't have to answer silly questions regarding the stories I have written in these pages but still divulging to you some of these tales are quite humiliating nevertheless.

I ran myself out of the dining room looking for the nearest bathroom. But this was the White House we're talking about and it wasn't exactly like they had a placard indicating the little boys or girls room on the many closed doors that lined the hall.

I could see a Secret Service man standing in the hall and I yelled out, "Bathroom!"

"Bella." Edward called behind me.

The Secret Service man pointed and I ran trying to close the door on Edward but he was too quick pushing himself in.

"Bella, just calm down." Edward started.

"CALM DOWN? You're telling me to CALM DOWN? In a post nine-eleven world, I practically just tried to take the President out." I screeched.

"What? With projectile vomiting?" Edward asked irritated.

"Just go. Leave." I pulled off my shoes throwing them in the sink, innocent bystanders from my unsettled stomach.

"No…you're obviously not feeling well."

"Of course, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to have to move out the freaking country." I was sweating and pacing. I didn't feel too well but my upset stomach was outweighed by my freaking out at the moment. "I mean I have a house in Italy…maybe the Italians will allow me to seek asylum."

"Asylum…probably what you could use right now."

"GET OUT!" I pushed Edward out the door and fell down to the toilet wrenching my guts out while crying.

"Bella, come on. Let me in." Edward proceeded to beg and knock on the door but I was in no shape to hear him out. The most humiliating night of my life. Eventually Edward stopped and I could hear the muffled sounds of his voice talking to someone else.

"Bella?" A soft knock came. "It's just me. Can I…help you? Come in?"

The First Lady asked and how could I say no to her? I just ruined her dinner party, her carpet and I'm sure her sense of smell. I should apologize. I pulled myself up on my knees long enough to open the door.

"I'm so so sorry." I sniffled.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. We all get sick…I didn't realize that we hadn't calmed your nerves."

"I've been battling since our flight. I thought it was nerves but now I just wonder if it was some kind of food poisoning. This has never happened to me."

"Are you sure it's…not something else?" she asked sweetly.

"Nerves? Food poising…what else could it be?" And then I started to think and that thought just sat in me marinating.

"Pregnancy?" she asked. "Is it possible?"

I sat there for a moment in silence. "Edward…and I were trying but…we haven't been successful…I mean I can't imagine with all the days to choose from, that the gods would choose this day, the day that I was having dinner at the White House to impose upon me."

"Are you kidding, this would be the perfect day. Think about it, you're sitting up there looking down and if you were in need a little…entertainment, today would be the best day to make that happen, right?" She tried to make me feel better.

"I…I don't want to get my hopes up…you have no idea how…stressed out I have been. If it wasn't that…it would…" I couldn't even finish. My tears fell for me finishing up my thought.

"Do you want to lay down? There's a bed room behind you, through that door. Why don't you lie down and…I can have a test brought to you…then you would know and you wouldn't have to sit here dying of curiosity."

She helped me up and even cleaned my face off for me like she was own mother. She helped me to the bed before placing a blanket over me and leaving. The bedroom was beautiful as I looked around lying in that bed something popped up into my mind and suddenly I wasn't too happy that I was alone.

Like he knew I needed him Edward entered the room quietly.

"I'm sorry, baby if I was insensitive earlier." He said softly placing a cool hand on my head and wiping the hair out of the way.

"I'm sorry I ruined…everything."

"I told you that we could have cancelled. You should have told me that you were feeling that unwell. You have to sleep and take care of yourself when I'm not home…"

"Edward, I really don't want the speech right now. I'm sorry for embarrassing you…I'm sorry but can you just not."

A knock on the door interrupted what he was going to say next and he walked over and answered the door. He gave his thanks and then shut the door returning with a small bag. "Uh…said you might need this? What is it?"

I sat up and took the bag from him. I stood up and replied, "A pregnancy test."

Edward pulled me back with a hand on the waist. "What?"

I shrugged. "The First Lady and I haven't ruled out food poisoning or nerves but…just…don't get your hopes up."

I told him to not get his hopes up but I couldn't help my trembling hands as I held that test out waiting for my urine to come. In some ways while having to wait I felt like I was going to be sick once more.

I took one of the beautifully engraved towels and placed it on the sink for my test to sit on. I walked back to the bedroom and found Edward sitting on the bed in anxious thought.

Edward pulled me to him and I stood between his legs as he hugged my lower body, "Are you still not feeling well?"

"It comes in waves…"

"What did the test say?" he blurted out unable to hold it in.

"I didn't wait around…I'm too nervous to look."

He stood up and kissed me briefly before heading off. I sat down on the bed and held my breath the whole time waiting. It felt like an eternity before he would return. I looked up at his face and it revealed nothing. He just walked forward and fell to his knees landing in front of me, he began to sob.

"It's positive. It's positive." He cried. "Oh god…oh god, Bella…I'm going to be a father."

I just sat there in disbelief as I held his head to my stomach. Hearing him cry, the words were not making it to my brain yet. If Edward was going to be a father…that would make me the mother, right? Such a simple concept and yet I still couldn't answer the question.

"Huh?" I uttered.

Edward pulled himself away and stared up at my disbelieving face.

"Bella, did you hear what I said?" Edward asked. "It's positive. We're going to have a baby."

I slowly shook my head. "No…no…we don't know that…no…"

Edward stood up and sat next to me. "The test…"

"We don't know that…what if it was a false positive?" I jumped up and started to pace. "I can't do this. I can't."

"This is what we wanted…"

"And what if the test was bad? What if we're…just getting our hopes up and then reality slams us back down."

Edward reached out and grabbed a hold of me. "Then we will deal with that but for now…I'm going to be optimistic and you are going to calm down because if we really are pregnant, you should not be stressing your body out like this." He placed a hand on my cheek, "Bella, be happy. We deserve this. Let's just be happy."

"I'm scared…I'm soo scared. What if it's…not true." With tears beginning to run down my face, my mind couldn't comprehend this ever after.

"I know…how about for just a little while you let me worry. I'll take over your worries and you just rest until we can see Dr. Smith. We will leave and be at home in no time. I'll call the doctor in the morning and set an appointment. Why don't we just take a minute and lay down here and think positively." Edward pulled me to the bed and we laid there in the White House, this night taking a very different turn.

"Edward…" I whispered.

"Yes, baby."

"Do…do you know what the name of this room is?"

Silence.

"I…I don't know what you mean." He replied.

"I heard that some of the rooms here…in this house…are haunted."

Edward laughed a little, "Honey, we're not in Lincoln's bedroom."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because while you were with the First Lady, the President took me on a small tour…he thought it would help calm my nerves."

"Was he mad?"

"Lincoln?" Edward quipped and I poked him in the side. "No. Of course not. He's…concerned. We are all."

"All I gotta say is…if I had to endure such a humiliating experience, I better be getting a baby out of all this."

Edward laughed again and I started to feel marginally better.

At ten o'clock we left the White House. The First Lady saw us off and thankfully the POTUS had other things on his agenda and had been held up in his office shortly after the disastrous dinner. Something he of course couldn't help but mention when we were shockingly invited back a couple of years later.

We arrived home, early in the morning and since I had slept on the plane that night, I was unable to get back to sleep due to my nerves. Instead since Edward knew I was going to be a bear to get back to sleep, he stayed up with me. We spent our early morning talking and laughing…anything but the elephant in the room.

By eight am I was on that cold threatening padded table while Dr. Smith searched for our answer. My palms were sweaty, my heart felt like it was trying to beat a hole straight out of my chest and Edward held me as we waited.

"Right there. Very small, I'd say you were about six weeks."

Edward squeezed me and I couldn't stop the tears. I couldn't hear anything else the doctor was saying…couldn't even hear any words from Edward. I just kept staring at the screen as my brain finally told me that we were going to have a baby.

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