Hello my amazing readers! Happy belated Mother's Day to all of the mama's out there. I got pampered this week and weekend. I have been knee deep in some intense Alec/Bella bonding moments that are coming next chapter. But, to hold you over, here is a little fluff for ya.
This is not beta'd.
Stephanie Meyers owns all that is Twilight.
BPOV
We've been in Boston now for about four days and have hardly left our room, aside from the occasional dinner with Randall and Mary, which was OK with me. We even skipped out early on their bachelor/bachelorette party last night. Edward and I have been reconnecting. Reconnecting our bodies, our minds, our souls. We have spent time wrapped in each others arms while relaxing in the couch, talking about anything and everything. We have spent time sprawled out on the floor near the fireplace eating a quiet dinner. And most of all, we have spent time in bed making slow, sweet lov, fucking hard, and fast. Consuming each other passionately.
"Ugh! So. Fucking. Sexy." Edward grunts out with each thrust he give me. I arch myself right back into him. Pushing myself into his cock with each thrust he gives me. At just over five months pregnant, and my bump getting bigger each day, being taken from behind is the most comfortable, most pleasurable at the moment.
I feel his hand slide from it's place on my hip up to my bump, circling it before making it's way to my ever growing breasts. He cups me, my new found fullness over flowing his palm as he gently squeezes before pinching and pulling my nipple. As his finger and thumb work over my already hardened nipple a low moan escapes my lips as I throw my head back, pushing back into him. "Fuck yes! You like that? Fuck! I love how your breasts love my touch!" Edward tells me as his thrusts stop while he presses into me, circling his hips, grinding into me.
"Oh God yes! Please...please Edward! I'm so close!"
"Fuck! So am I baby!" He growls out, as he picks up his thrusting again. His hand leaves my breasts and slides down to my pussy. The instant his fingers find my over sensitive nub I explode. "AAAHHH! Fucking hell! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I chant over and over again. I push back into him, riding out my orgasm. Three more thrusts and Edward begins chanting along with me.
We just kneel there, me sitting on his knees, him still buried inside of me while we both catch our breath and come down from our high. I glance at us in the mirror that is off to the side of our bed. "Damn it! Now I have to redo my hair! And we are already running late!" I say, gently pushing myself off of his lap, wincing at the loss of him.
"It's your own fault for wearing those damn sexy lacy boy shorts and bra! Gesù Cristo donna! Basta vedervi ... non avete idea di quanto di più bello che sei diventato" [Jesus Christ woman! Just seeing you...you have no idea how much more beautiful you have become.]
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. I spot my panties and bra on the floor, they were only on me for a total of five minutes before he stripped me down. As I bend to pick them up, I hear him groan. "For the love of God woman, put on some cloths, or we will never make it to the wedding." I can't help the laugh that comes out of me as I make my way to the bathroom to fix myself back up.
Forty minutes later we are exiting our limo and walking into the massive Catholic church to watch Randall and Mary exchange vows. After a beautiful traditional ceremony, where I shed more than a few tears, we are now seated at our table in the reception venue waiting for the couple to make their grand entrance. Edward sits down my sparkling water with lemon and lime twists as I am chatting it up with a few of the other wives that are seated at our table.
"Honestly, it is a bit painful, but it's a good pain. A pain that lessens as you realize what will be waiting when the pain is over. Accepting that the pain is your body's way of giving the world another life." Kebi explains.
"How long was your labor?" I ask, taking a sip of my water as I feel Edward place a kiss on my shoulder before turning to speak with Amun.
"Total time with pushing, fourteen hours." She says, before taking a sip of her wine. I feel my eyes widen at the thought of being in labor for fourteen hours. "Have you decided if you are going to do natural or with medication?"
"I have been leaning towards natural, but I have been having my doubts on what I can do." I answer honestly.
"You just have to listen to your body. You are in amazing shape from your dancing. I would highly recommend that you do your research if natural is the way that you want to go. Seek out information from your doctor. Ask lots of questions. Calm your mind that way. Then, your body will just take over from there."
I felt myself calm a bit, thankful for another piece of advice. "We do have some time love, no need to be worrying about it all now." Edward whispered in my ear, before softly kissing me in my sweet spot right under my ear lobe.
"A little less than four months Edward, that is all. That is not so long." I point out.
Edward smiles down at me, leaning forward to kiss me when we are interrupted by loud bass as Randall and Mary, along with their bridal party make their way into the room. Not long after the first course is served and we all dig into a delicious four course meal of appetizers, soup, salad and entree.
As the night goes on we watch Randall and Mary dance their first dance to Elvis' Can't Help Falling in Love With You. As they glide to the melody, I lean back into Edward's chest and we begin to sway in our chairs. I smile as Randall ends the dance by spinning out a surprised Mary then pulling her back in for a deep dip as he passionately kisses her while the guests cheer and applaud.
"Hmm...that looks suspiciously like a Bella dip to me." Edward says to me, pulling back from our snuggle to look me in the eye.
I can't suppress the giggle that comes out. "Randall asked me to teach him a little something to surprise Mary with when we got here. Apparently, she has been going on and on about our dance at our reception. So...I helped him out a bit." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
After their dance, we spot Randall and Mary talking with who I assume are Randall's parents. Randall motions for us to come over, so we excuse ourselves and make our way over to them.
"Edward my dear! Oh, look at you! You're not the boy that used to room with my son in college." I hear the woman say, pulling Edward into a hug.
"He's grown into a fine man!" the older, bald man says, also pulling Edward into a hug. "I am so sorry that we couldn't attend your wedding, son."
"No. You needed to think of your health. How are you feeling?" Edward asks.
"Much better. Remission is a sweet, sweet thing."
"That is great to hear." Edward says, once again, hugging the man. "Randall Sr., Shelly, I would like to introduce my lovely wife Bella."
"It is so nice to meet your dear." Shelly says, pulling me into a hug.
"It is nice to finally meet you as well, Edward has said such wonderful things about you, especially your peanut butter cookies!" I say with a smile.
"I swear! I kept the JIFFY company in business when these boys were in college. I think I sent out a package of them every week!" She laughs back.
"Is this the Sinatra lover I have heard so much about?" Randal Sr. asks
"I have to admit, Carlisle hooked me at an early age. It is a pleasure to meet you Randall. And I am so happy to hear you are doing so well in your recovery." I say, hugging him tightly.
"As am I my dear. I was promised a push around the dance floor, but I see that I will be pushing two of your around." He says with a laugh.
My hand finds it's way to my bump as I begin rubbing it softly, joined soon by Edward's hand. "We were actually expecting at our wedding, but we wanted to wait for a while to make the announcement." Edward explains.
"Well, my dear, if you are feeling up to it, may I have this dance." Randall senior asks as the opening cords of That's Life sound.
"I would be honored." I say, taking his hand, allowing him to lead me to the floor. I watch as Edward, Randall, Mary and Shelly all step to the sides of the dance floor to take in the show we are about to put on. There are a few people on the dance floor, but the instant that Randall Sr. extends his arm out and parades me out to the floor, they all move aside. As the lyrics begin, he pulls me in close and we are in hold position as we begin swaying.
"Shall we show them a little something something?" He asks. I simply giggle and nod as I allow him to lead me.
That's life, that's what people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May.
He swings me out, my light pink chiffon dress twirls out with me.
But I know I'm gonna change their tune,
When I'm right back on top in June.
He gives me a little tug and I twirl right back into his arms, where we begin a few little side steps and pivots, keeping in time with the music.
That's life, funny as it seems.
Some people get their kicks,
Steppin' on dreams
But I just can't let it get me down,
Cause this big old world keeps spinnin' around.
We begin a series of waltz type steps, that match the rhythm of the lyrics.
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
But I know one thing
"Do you think you can handle a little dip, my dear?"
I couldn't contain my giggle, "Lay it on me!"
Each time I find myself flat on my face,
He slowly pivots me to the side as I slide my leg out, as he lowers me into a dip, as my other leg bends at the knee. I hold onto his shoulders as I watch him look up at Edward and give a little wink. I see Edward throw his head back, sharing a laugh with Randall.
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
He snapps me back up and we were once again performing a series of steps where he walks me backwards.
That's life, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting,
But my heart just won't buy it.
Cause if I didn't think it was worth a try,
He spins me out one last time, holding the position as Frank took a dramatic pause in his singing, before pulling me back to him back into a hold positions where we did a few circle steps.
I'd have to roll myself up in a big ball and die.
As the lyrics die out, but the melody plays on a bit, he dipped me one final time. I just couldn't help throwing my head back and letting out a big laugh. As he pulled me up, he holds my hand to his lips and presses a sweet kiss on my knuckles, as I give him a little curtsey. "Thank you for making an old mans evening something special." He said to me in a whisper. I could see tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "You know, I didn't think I would live to see my son get married, let alone dance to my favorite singers with a beautiful woman as his wedding." He said, as a few tears fell down his cheeks.
I reach out my hand and wipe his tears away. "The pleasure is all mine Randall. I see a long future ahead of you, and the next time we are together at another function, I fully expect another dance." I said, though my own tears, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Tá tú ró-álainn go caoin, mo daor." I looked at him, puzzled. "That was Irish my dear, my father's native tongue. I said, you are too beautiful to cry, my dear."
"Well, I blame this little person." I said, rubbing my bump
"Tis a blessing." He said. "Hello my love, I was just coming to grab you and push you around the dance floor a bit." He said, as his eyes find Shelly.
Before she grabbed Randall Sr.'s hand, she cups my face with her hand. "You really are something special." Before she kisses my cheek.
I turned to walk back to Edward, but am met with Randall. "He stole my wife, so now I'm stealing his!" He laughs, as he pulls me towards him. The lyrics to Strangers In The Night played around us.
Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night what were the chances
We'd be sharing love before the night was through
Something in your eyes was so inviting
Something in you smile was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you
There are no fancy moves, it is just us swaying to the music. "He was right when he told me about you when we were roommates." Randall says, breaking the silence around us.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"He really will kill me if he finds out I told you this. We roomed together for about six months before I got up enough nerve to ask him about his family. Being in our business, that shit is just off limits, but I had to know about the picture of him and this stunning brown eyed brunette that he had sitting on the table next to his bed."
I know what picture he is talking about. About a week before Edward left for college, mom and dad had a hug BBQ as a going away party for him in the back yard. We were watching the fireworks show that dad just had to put on for all of us. We were sitting on a blanket, me between his legs as he held me to keep off the chill that was in the air. I took out my camera and snapped a picture of us. His head was on my shoulder, and I tilted my head so that our heads were touching just as I snapped the picture. I printed it out and gave it to him, telling him not to forget me.
"He told me you were his Bella. His best friend in the entire world. That you knew everything about him, and 'still loved his dumb ass', his words." Randall said, chuckling. "He also told me that they broke the mold when they made you. That you were one in a million. A special gift to the world."
I felt myself smile as a few tears formed in my eyes. I felt him lean down to whisper in my ear, "I am pretty sure he was in love with you then, but just to dumb to realize it."
"I think we were both in love with each other from the start of our friendship." I say.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making my old man one happy man tonight. That dance, well, it's all he has been talking about since I told him about your wedding. I think, besides my mom, it gave him a little something to fight a little harder for." He said, looking into my eyes, with tears in his. He cleared his throat as he looked up over my shoulder. "All right Cullen, you've had her long enough, give me my wife back!"
I watch as Edward and Mary laugh. "Now remember what I told you, any time he gets out of line, you come to me, I'll set him straight." Edward tells Mary before he gives her a kiss on her cheek.
"Yea, yea!" Randall laughs out, before leading his wife to anther part of the dance floor.
"How are you holding up Mrs. Cullen?" Edward asks me.
"Do you think anyone would notice if we slipped out of here?" I ask in a hushed tone.
"I really don't care if they do. I can't keep my mind off of what is under that dress, and I want nothing more than to peel it off of you and have you again. Then, maybe order some late night snacks and fall asleep together." He says, running his nose along my jaw.
His words and his actions have my panties soaked, "Let's go." I say, looking up at him.
So, there was the wedding. A tiny lemon and a whole lotta fun. I will see you at the end of the week with another chapter. Only a few more left. Any guesses on what the baby will be? Any name suggestions?