A/N: I just want to thank everyone that shared their thoughts after the last chapter. I had such a GREAT time reading your reviews, and laughed out loud more than once. It seems that we as women are in agreement on at least one thing: ALL MEN ARE BABIES WHEN THEY'RE HURT OR SICK! LOL!
Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes.
Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest is mine.
Outtake: The Future – Part 4
The next few days proceed pretty much in the same vein, with Edward "taking it easy" by taking care of every single home improvement project we've needed – and some we haven't – one handedly. Throughout all of this, he makes it clear by his actions - if not so much by his words - how badly he's being imposed upon by being forced to stay home from work.
And I do my best to keep myself under control and not bash in his head.
I've convinced myself that it's the pregnancy hormones that have me this way; it has to be. I'm not usually this edgy. In the past five years that Edward and I have been together, I've come to learn how he operates. If I let him take everything on himself, he will. Likewise, at times, if I don't drag the words out of him, he'll keep whatever is bothering him bottled up until he's ready to explode.
But I'm pregnant, damn it, and lately, I'm so tired. As soon as I hit the bed, I'm knocked out. I've tried staying up for the past couple of nights so that Edward and I can talk, but he's been staying up late doing work around the house, and once he finally creeps into bed, I'm out like a light.
Yet I know we have to talk, not just about the fact that he's about to be a father but also about why he's being such a hardheaded, stubborn, self-involved ass.
The question is… when?
And how?
OOOOOOOOOO
The night before Angie's wedding, I wake to darkness. Through the windows and across the river, the bright lights of the city shine and sparkle like urban stars.
It takes me a few seconds to figure out what's woken me because lately, I've slept like the dead. Weighty concerns about my failure to tell Edward about the baby or of the possibility of him hurting his shoulder haven't been enough to fight off the utter exhaustion that plagues me between the hours of eight p.m. and eight a.m. Besides, I'm used to the bright lights playing across our walls and ceiling, so it can't be those that have awoken me.
Then, I feel a warm yet rough hand creeping stealthily up my bare thigh, under the thin, cotton sheets that envelop my skin. The hand continues its upward crawl, craftily slipping inside my panties and planting itself firmly between my legs. Two wonderfully-callused fingertips brush light circles over the top of my slit, instantly locating my already swollen nub and quietly seeking confirmation that entry is allowed…and welcome.
And as confused and downright annoyed as he's had me lately, he's still managed to get me wet and hot. A slow smile lifts up the corners of my mouth as that throbbing that Edward's touch always produces begins its vibrations everywhere south of my neck. I squirm around his fingers, quietly moaning in pleasure, and I guess that's enough of a welcome mat for my husband.
"You awake?" he whispers in the dark. The warmth of his breath tickles my skin as I feel him dragging up my tank-top with his teeth, exposing my tingling breasts to his mouth.
I moan again in response while Edward's tongue darts over my nipples, stiffening them into tight peaks, which he licks gingerly. At the same time, his free hand takes advantage of how soaked he's already got me, and he slides two fingers in at once. I whimper helplessly, arching against his hand.
"Oh, Baby, you're wetter than usual." I hear the smugness in his voice before he returns his tongue to my nipples, and I vaguely note that he's right; I'm an absolute sopping mess.
"You haven't made love to me since right before your accident," I breathe, wrapping my hand around his and pushing his fingers in deeper. "Ohhh..." I sigh while he slowly thrusts in and out.
He doesn't say anything in response to my comment. Instead, his perfectly long fingers keep working between my legs while his mouth works on my breasts, licking and sucking one and then the other. When he rests his weight over me, I spread my legs, groaning at the sensation of his stiff erection pressed up against my stomach.
"Edward…"
I reach down, and he inhales sharply when I wrap my hand around his thick dick, and for a few minutes, we pleasure each other with hands and mouths, until just hands and mouths aren't quite enough anymore.
"Edward…take your fingers out and put this in," I whisper, letting go of him so that he can stick himself where he belongs. He kneels before me, and I push down his boxers while he uses his un-bandaged hand to pull down my panties. Then I throw off my tank top and get on my knees, pushing him back carefully and quickly straddling him. I close my eyes and sink down, gasping at the perfect, hard and thick intrusion.
Right away, I grind into him deep, yet as hot and horny as I am, I'm careful with how hard I ride him because I don't want to hurt his shoulder by jostling it too much. So though I rest one hand over his shoulder to brace myself, I don't touch the other shoulder; instead, I use that hand to fondle my breasts.
He watches me, the light streaming in from the open windows shining over his eyes and letting me see the lust in them. With his free hand, he guides my hips back and forth.
"Yeah, Baby. Oh yeah. Let me see you touch yourself."
I throw my head back and gently rock over him, squeezing my breasts hard and biting my lip from the effort it's taking not to fuck him the way I really want.
Edward seems to sense my qualms. "Why are you going so slowly?"
"I don't want you to hurt yourself," I admit breathily.
As into it as I am, it takes me a few seconds to realize that Edward's hips have stopped moving, and when I look down at him, his nostrils are flaring.
"Bella, I want you to ride me so fucking hard they'll be hearing your screams across the river."
No lie, his words turn me the fuck on even more than I already am. But I've got to stay focused on his injured shoulder.
"I don't want to hurt your-"
Before I can finish my sentence, he's flipped us over so that now I'm the one on my back, and he thrusts into me so fast and fiercely that the headboard bangs against the wall with a loud thud.
"Ungh!"
Then he goes to town, pummeling into me like it's going out of style.
"Edward! Jesus, God, Edward!"
I can't think; I can't breathe as Edward drives into me with a vigor and urgency that literally takes my breath away. All the while, he supports his weight on his one good hand while his hips rotate and ram against mine with single-minded ferocity.
"Edward! Edward! Yes! Yes!"
My back arches off the bed, and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist to keep him buried deep inside. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I know I should be telling him to slow his roll before he injures his shoulder, but the waves of ecstasy washing over me totally drown out that thought.
"Ungh! Oh! Uh! Ahh! Uuf!"
I'm making sounds I never even knew existed, and all the while, Edward eggs me on.
"That's right, Baby." His voice is rough and low. "Don't tell me I can't make you see stars."
"I never said…Edward! Edward! Yes! Fuck! Yesss!"
"Put your legs on my shoulders," he commands, and when I do as he says, he moves his hips up higher and sinks inside so deep that I totally forget his shoulder. I totally forget my name. I forget his name. I forget everything as I clench around him and come undone, biting down on my own forearm to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs because though I've forgotten everything and am riding a tide of euphoria that may never crest, I do remember that Mel is just a few rooms away.
When we're done, I rest my head on his good shoulder. "What was that all about? I mean, not that I'm complaining." I chuckle.
He places a soft kiss on my forehead, and I think he eventually says, "Nothing," but by then, I'm already drifting.
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