I want a Mommy!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. The plot, along with a few of the characters I add here and there belong to my ruthless muse.
Chapter Eight
By the time they reached the estate, Bella had relaxed into Edward's arms, internally embracing the safety and security he brought forth in her. They curled together on the sofa, an unknown western movie played on mute before them.
"What are we going to do with ourselves?" Edward teased huskily into Bella's ear after sliding his phone onto the coffee table. "Tanner, EJ and Alice have roped Jasper into going out to the cabin for the rest of the weekend."
Edward smiles as Bella frowns cutely. "Does EJ need an overnight bag?"
"No, Tanner and EJ are close enough in size; he's just borrowing some of his cousin's clothes. If he needs anything else, Alice will purchase it."
Bella refrained from rolling her eyes. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around Edward's thinking. Any of her few luxury items had come with struggle and small sacrifices like skipping her school days' dollar menu McCoffee and Biscuit, and turning down the heater to save for her craptop – laptop.
"Does he have his giraffe?" Bella asked worriedly knowing how the young boy refused to sleep without it. Just recently they had spent over an hour looking for the missing stuffed animal.
Edward nodded, his eyes light and full of emotion as he answered her quietly, "Yes." He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly, he groaned deeply as her lips molded against his softly. He tugged her upwards, forcing them to stand while the kiss was still going on. He was driving her half-crazy with his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth as he chewed gently on her lower lip.
They clumsily made their way up to his bedroom, kisses, groping and soft caresses made for short detours. He swore in relief as his bedroom door slammed shut behind them. His eyes narrowing in on the zipper of the pretty pink formal he had imagined removing most of the night. They both let out a sigh as his skilled long fingers tugged the offending zipper down, he watched in glee as the expensive garment fell to the floor.
"Are you sure about this?" Edward asked her as he leaned forward to press his lips against her naked collarbone.
"I am... but um …" Bella paused. "I'm not a virgin," she admitted, James words from earlier came back to haunt her.
"I didn't think you were." Edward chuckled.
"I haven't done this in years and don't really have much experience," she rambled, blushing.
"Okay, anything else I need to know?" He asked teasingly sucking gently on her earlobe.
Bella moaned it was so hard to focus with him nibbling on her neck, ears, but there was something she knew she had to mention, men could be touchy about these things. It was kind of embarrassing, but it was something her very likely, soon-to-be husband needed to know.
"Okay, so, I... um, sometimes I have …"
Edward paused his movements. He turned her around to meet her apprehensive eyes. There was no light-heartedness in his eyes now, for his green eyes were full of concern as he used one of his free hands to cup her face gently, forcing her to keep eye contact. "I want this to be special; tell me, Isabella." It was a softly put command.
Bella bit her lower lip and released a shaky breath. "It's trivial; I wasn't going to mention it. I just don't want you to be upset if—" 'Sweet Jesus, this is mortifying' she thought gravely. "It takes a lot of stimulation for me to cum," she finally blurted out; a deep blush staining her cheeks. She flinched back a little when he didn't react. "Occasionally, I just …can't," she admitted in a whisper pushing past the embarrassment letting the words pour out of her. "So don't feel like you need to wait for me or anything …I've been told I'm just not sensitive enough or something," she confessed faintly.
He pulled her into his strong arms. "Bella," he said roughly, his eyes flashing, "what fucking moron told you that?" he asked fiercely, anger flickering in his pupils. "Whoever he was – he's a goddamn fool. I'm going to prove to you just how sensitive you are, how easily you can cum," Edward declared softly his mouth claiming Bella's.
Edward moaned as her hand slid through his hair, massaging his scalp sending a shiver down his spine. He would hold back tonight, he would show her just how sensitive she was; erase all the doubts she had about her body.
He kissed her as he ran his fingers along the edges of the lacy white fabric, brushing the bare skin of her stomach, enjoying how she squirmed against him. He smiled as she lifted off the bed to feel his callused hands against her soft creamy skin. He ran his hand back to her covered breast, he squeezed carefully – playfully. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yes," Bella hissed softly raising slightly and kissing his mouth.
"Unhook it," Edward demanded. His husky commanding tone excited her.
Bella sucked in a deep breath, it took her a second to process his order.
"Isabella," his voice was firm, demanding, and undeniably arousing. He'd lost the unfocused look, those beautiful green eyes of his boring into hers with scorching heat.
She reached behind her and unfastened the two little hooks. Her arousal clenched as his hands removed the lacy material. She could feel the rush of warmth, moisture build up as he fastened his mouth around her nipple. His green eyes light with mirth as he popped off her breast, watching in delight as her chest rose and fell in want. "You're beautiful, love."
"Tell me what you want, Isabella," he commanded, rolling the matching lacy thong off her hips.
"I don't know," she admitted, slightly embarrassed shying away from him, moving to hide her body with the sheet.
He'd moved one hand to gently open her. "Don't hide from me, lover; you're gorgeous." She relaxed into his touches; she forced herself to remain relaxed as his face hovered over her.
She jolted in surprise as his tongue flicked across her clit, she sighed in pleasure with the second brush of his tongue. She had never felt anything quite like it as his tongue slid deeply inside of her. "Has anyone ever?" he asked stopping briefly.
"No," she gasped wanting him to continue. "Please..." Even his facial stubble felt amazing against her sensitive thighs.
He chuckled lowly. He explored her thoroughly. Memorizing her reactions – every shudder, moan, buck and soft swear were noted as he repeated the actions that were making her come undone over and over with a passionate hunger that left her breathless.
Edward drank in the sight of her as she writhed in pleasure before him. Bella could feel the tight coiling of a looming orgasm building rapidly. Hardly aware that she was begging him not to stop, never to stop, followed by soft pants of yes murmured over and over again. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her orgasm around his finger and tongue.
"That was incredible," Bella whispered her brown eyes bright.
"Yes, you're practically frigid." Edward mocked playfully, "the way you moaned, begged so prettily and came undone around my fingers." He laughed as she swatted his chest lightly. Bella chuckled with him having never experienced an orgasm so intense. "Rest love," Edward said pulling her into his side, ignoring his hard-on as her eyes drifted closed.
Edward clicked the Tiffany & Co box open and gazed down at the Tiffany's Lucida diamond engagement ring. It was stunning and everything a would-be Cullen should expect. Edward observed Bella as she slept peacefully curled contently into his side. When he finally does make love to her, she'd be wearing his ring.
…
Bella peaked in at Edward whose eyes were focused on the computer screen before him. She had awoken next to him this morning; before she could slip out of his bed and back into hers, his hand had shot out and snatched her back to his side. In the shower they had fooled around and come to their mutual release, but he had yet to make love to her.
"We're going out tonight," Edward said, admiring how his large Marnier's tee shirt covered her slim body. She raised her eyebrow expectantly waiting on him to be more specific. "Just us; wear something formal, be ready by seven."
"Okay," Bella murmured as Edward captured her lips in a chaste kiss.
"I'm going to finish up in here and meet you downstairs for brunch," Edward said softly dismissing her so he could finish his arrangements for tonight.
"See you in twenty?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, love," Edward smiled eyes raking over her long legs. "Why don't you call and check on EJ for me?" he asked knowing she had been worried about him.
He watched as she walked down the staircase dialing the number to one of his favorite and privately-funded restaurants.
"Mr. Cullen, how can I help you today?" The owner asked.
"Devin, I need your signature room tonight, say seven thirty," Edward demanded his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen, but the signature room is booked tonight – an engagement."
Edward swore internally, he wasn't as cruel as his father, but he wasn't a pushover. "Then move it," he ordered. "Devin, after everything I've done for you, you're going to deny me one little request."
"No, Sir." Devin answered back.
"Push the engagement party back a few hours, call them, apologize, comp their meal and offer them a five hundred dollar gift card for their wedding for the inconvenience," Edward snapped. "Andrew will drop the gift card off in a few hours."
"What's the occasion, Mr. Cullen?" Devin asked politely.
"My engagement," Edward said shortly, "and, Devin no press, not so much as a whisper of this conversation gets out, understood. I want to be able to come and go without so much as a picture in the papers."
"Of course, Mr. Cullen." Devin agreed. "Now how would you like to propose, we have a variety of creative and fun ways to 'pop' the question so to speak."
"No – I will be presenting her with the ring," Edward said stiffly. "Champagne, roses with white daisies and raspberry chocolate truffles."
"We'll see you tonight, Mr. Cullen and congratulations.
…
"You look stunning," Edward complimented, taking in Bella's navy, sleeveless dress with matching jacket with an open front, long sleeves with a few well-placed sequins. The dress clung to her in all the right places.
"You're not so shabby yourself, Mr. Cullen," Bella teased, eyeing his handsome navy, pinstriped suit, tie, and as always well-polished shoes.
"Your chariot awaits ma'am," he teased back, linking a possessive arm around her waist. She smiled, loving how his face softens with his charming smile.
The restaurant was nestled at the top of hill that had a wonderful view of downtown Seattle, similar to his office. Antonio made sure to park in the small underground parking garage reserved for special clientele. They watched the city lights glimmer in the night sky from their private seating. "It's beautiful," Bella commented softly, smoothing out her dress.
"I love this city, my city, but you, Isabella are the real beauty," Edward said, his focus on the flickering lights for a moment before returning his attention back to her.
Neither spoke while their waiter filled their glasses full of champagne.
They ate, talked, laughed and sipped champagne as the meal came to an end, and their waiter presented them with Edward's prearranged dessert truffles. Edward waited until the waiter made his exit before slipping their marriage contract onto the table.
"These documents are offering you the chance to be my wife," Edward said, coming to stand before Bella, pulling her to her feet as he repeated the words he had said to her some months ago. "These documents have all the fine lines we've smoothed out, but Isabella Swan, I want you for my wife – just as I wanted you to mother my child; we need you," Edward said dropping to one knee. "I will offer you anything, everything, even the world, but first you must say yes, Bella." He clicked open the box.
"As much as I'm dying to say yes, Edward, I want to know why me? There are millions of women who would marry you in a heartbeat; so why me?" Bella asked curiously.
Edward's green eyes met hers, he knew this is the one time he shouldn't dodge her question as he had in the past, "I feel comfortable with you. I will admit by having control over us and our contracts, make me calm and assured about this decision. No one left the impression in my life like you have. You are the woman I want to spend the next several years growing old with, raising a son with." Bella's jaw went slack as she processed his words, the almighty Edward Cullen was directing at her. "I want you to be my wife. I was looking for a mother for EJ, but I never expected to want a wife and, Isabella, you make me want you, want us, to be a family. So, will you marry me?"
"Yes," Bella whispered too choked up to speak as Edward slipped the ring upon her finger. He kissed her forehead as she leaned forward and signed the prenuptial agreement. The contract that stated she would be legally bound to him for a minimum of sixteen years or else she'd lose the seven-million-dollar trust, caring for his child, caring for him, everything laid out, every possible angle covered.
They left together, headed back to his estate, entangled in each other. It should worry him how spontaneous and impatient Isabella made him. How he had to have her, how possessive she made him feel, the normalcy she brought them.
As Antonio pulled onto his street his cell phone rang.
"Edward," Emmett coughed his breathing heavy and raspy. "Someone just torched Ryan's. – No! I don't want to ride in any damn ambulance, back the fuck off man," Emmett ranted at an EMT.
"Emmett, are you okay?" Edward demanded, his voice taking on a panicked edge.
"I'm fine, Eddie Boy," Emmett laughed. "Covered in soot, thank god I made Rosalie stay home tonight. It took four of us to bust the door open, this was definitely an act of sabotage and attempted murder."
"I'll be right there," Edward said clicking his phone shut, his jaw tight; a grim frown set across his face as he turned to a worried Bella. "I have to go."
"What happened?" Bella asked concerned touching his cheek lightly as they pulled to a stop.
"Ryan's a bar, the first business I ever owned, was maliciously set on fire; people were locked inside, my brother included. Luckily, the men didn't panic and they busted the windows and doors in, and so far, it's believed everyone got out safely," Edward explained roughly, his voice tight and his emotions cold. Tonight was a firm reminder of just who he was and how many enemies he has, that he can't protect everyone. His heart twisted as he realized he was pulling her into his world, entangling her into his dangerous life.
"Why would someone do that?" she whispered sadly.
"Isabella, there are people, many people who want to hurt me, even a few who'd love to see me dead. I'm hated for the family name I carry, for the name I've made for myself, for my success and wealth." Edward reached down and brought her engagement ring to his lips. "I need you to think, really think if you want to be part of my life," he said giving her an out. "I probably won't return to the estate until tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay," Bella said kissing his lips softly. "Tomorrow, I'll probably head to my apartment with Andrew; wait, do you think Andrew would mind helping me finish packing?"
"I'm sure he won't mind. I'll make sure he's well-compensated for his help," Edward said kissing her once more. "Please love, think about what I told you. I will not be hurt or disappointed if you decide you can't be a part of our lives."
"I'll see you tomorrow, be safe," she said slipping out of the car. Her heart clenched in pain as he pulled out of the drive, bodyguards in tow. The worry taking root in her heart, but she smiled at Edward's silly words; she didn't need to think about it, she was all in.
Author Note...
Beta'ed by awaywithwords3
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