[Disclaimer] Twilight still belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just borrow her characters to have some fun.

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Welcome back to another episode of your very favorite Twilight soap aka fan-fiction.

This chapter here is dedicated to Villemo79 and chaseherchiss. Hope you'll enjoy.

**Chapter 102**

Ali's POV

"When are you going to Italy?" Rosalie asked me, sipping on the cup of herbal tea in front of her. She had made a few stupid comments about the chocolate cake I had brought with me but the way her eyes kept looking over to the box at the other side of the table proved to me that it had been a good idea to get her something sweet. Maybe she would eat some of it later, when no one could see her. Jeez, it was ridiculous how fussy my older sister was about her weight.

Had she always been that obsessed with that? I couldn't remember. What a difference could a size more or less make? Rosalie was pretty, way prettier than I ever could be. I remembered asking my mother if I would get curvy like her when I get older. God, how much I kept wishing for that during my entire puberty…

"Ali, are you still here?"

"Hmm?"

"When are you going to Italy?"

"Oh that. Didyme booked a flight for all of us on next Tuesday. I don't want to go but it's essential for the fashion show she wants me to make."

"You don't want to go because of Bella." she stated calmly, opening the box with the cake to stuff the half of one piece between her coral tinted lips.

"S…p m…f,"

"What?"

"Please put that away before I munch down the entire box."

"I don't think you will."

"Don't be so sure about that." she murmured, licking the rest of the frosting from her perfectly -manicured fingers.

"But you are right…about me not wanting to go to Italy because of Bella. What if anything happens while I'm gone?"

"Our brother is behind bars. That means that the two of you should start to relax a little bit."

"I know. There are enough other things that could happen to her."

"You are cute when you are so overly caring. You inherited that from mom."

She sipped on her tea and took another piece of the cake to nibble on it before she continued.

"Are you going to talk to mom again?"

"Of course, I will. It's just that I'm not ready right now to face her. She's so miserable because Edward is in jail now."

"I know."

I cleared my throat and emptied the glass of water in front of me.

"Did you know that he beat up one of your ex-boyfriends? Some poor fucker named Royce King. Edward broke his jaw with a baseball bat."

The edge of her lips twitched for a moment before her fingertips started trembling and the content of her tea cup landed on the cream colored carpet underneath us.

"I can't believe he would do something like that for me," her voice cracked and was so low that it was almost impossible to understand her.

"Crap, that's going to leave a mark,"

She kneeled down and tried to wipe out a bit of it with a clean tissue.

Her beautiful face was white like chalk when she raised her head again.

"Rosie, are you okay?"

Instead of answering me she rushed into the kitchen and retuned a few moments later with some cleaning powder and a scrubber.

"You can do that later. Please sit down for a moment. You look as if you're going to be sick."

"If I get sick that's just because of the fucking cake you brought here with you!"

I cringed and stood up from the couch, crossing my hands in front of my chest.

"I'm leaving now. You can call me when you've overcome your ridiculous issues that you have with food."

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"This dieting bullshit is turning my sister into such a bitchy woman." I growled while I sat down next to Bella on the edge of the bed.

She nodded her head and wrapped her arms around me from behind, pulling me close against her body. Her long hair fell forward over her shoulder and caressed my cheekbone like a silky veil.

"It's not easy when you're trying to get your weight down. There are delicious temptations everywhere waiting for you to be stuffed into your mouth."

She sighed deeply and planted a kiss on the exposed skin on my neck.

"I'm really not looking forward to that."

"Bella, you don't have to put yourself through this nonsense after the baby is born. Somehow your weight will automatically bounce back to what is supposed to be your natural weight."

A low snarl left her throat before she turned to the other side of the bed, pressing her face against the fluffy pillows.

For a split second I wondered if she going to cry now. Damn it, I didn't want her to cry over something like that.

"You don't know how it's like." she whispered so low that her voice was barely audible.

"I don't know what?" I asked her, caressing her back in small circles before I cuddled against her from behind and nuzzled my nose against the crock of her neck.

"How it's like to be fat."

I sighed deeply and put a wisp of her beautiful hair behind her ear to plant a soft kiss right underneath her earlobe.

"You are not fat. Please stop thinking stuff like that about yourself."

"But it's true. There is no way to sugarcoat it."

"You actually know that you are pregnant right now? No one is skinny during a pregnancy…well apart from the wife of that British soccer player perhaps."

"It hasn't got anything to do with the baby. Even before…and sure as hell afterwards I'll never manage to get thin enough because I have zero discipline."

"Bella…,"

I kissed her cheek and tasted something wet and salty on the tip of my tongue. Hesitantly I wiped away a single teardrop and cupped her face in my right hand to make her look at me again.

"I love you like you are. Can't you see how gorgeous your curves are?"

My fingertips moved down her collarbone until I reached the roundness of her breasts.

"Yeah, I know, eventually the fat ends everywhere on the body, even on the places where it is supposed to be attractive."

I rolled her over so that she was lying on her back and pulled her shirt up to cup both of her breasts in my hands. When my thumbs brushed over the sensitive area around her nipples a low moan escaped her throat.

"You are trying to distract me," she whispered, twisting her fingers into the messy curls of my hair.

"No, I'm not." I mumbled before I leaned forward to swirl the tip of my tongue over one of the rosy tips. It instantly hardened under my caress.

I squeezed her other nipple between my thumb and my forefinger before I sucked it between my lips to gently graze it with my front teeth.

"I just want to make you feel good." I whispered, when I kissed my way up her full breasts again, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her soft skin.

Her lips found mine and when she gasped for air I slipped my tongue into the sweet warmth of her mouth to massage her tongue with mine.

My hand moved between her thighs and stroked up and down their insides in small circles. When my fingertips brushed over her underwear I realized how damp the thin material already was.

Slowly I moved my fingers over her covered slit while I closed my mouth around one of her pebbled nipples to suckle it greedily. A few moments later the cotton fabric underneath my fingertips was completely soaked through.

I sucked the sensitive skin on her collarbone between my teeth and when I pulled back a crimson colored mark appeared on her creamy skin.

"I love you…everything on you."

With feather light movements I circled my hands down her sides until my fingertips reached her hips.

"You need to stop doubting that your curves aren't anything but sexy, for that's what they are."

With trembling fingertips I shoved her underwear down her legs and kneeled down between them.

Carefully I parted her with two fingers and swirled my tongue over her slick inner lips until I nudged it gently against the throbbing pearl of her clit. She whimpered slightly and when I shoved two of my fingers inside of her, the inner walls almost instantly clenched around them over and over again.

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"Please! Please say yes! Oh momma, please…please…please."

I sighed deeply and pulled Lilly on my lap to put a wisp of her copper hair behind her ear.

"Sweetie, I don't think that this is a good idea."

"But Jane said her aunt is okay with us coming with you to Italy. Please…I really want to go."

"Lilly, I'm not going there to have a vacation. Didyme is taking me there to buy cloth for the dresses I'm designing."

"Maybe I could help you with that?" she suggested cheerfully.

I took her tiny hand in mine and squeezed it gently.

"You would help me a lot more if you promised to take care of your mommy and the baby while I'm gone."

"Hmm,"

"It's really important and I wouldn't ask anyone else to do that."

"Really?"

I nodded my head and pulled her closer to me.

"When the baby is born I'm going to be its big sister. Just like Auntie Rosie is your big sister."

"Hmm, exactly like that, Lilly."

The key turned around in the lock and the russet colored dog rushed into the living room followed by a clumsy little puppy that left a few tiny dirty paw prints on the floor.

Lilly jumped from my lap to stroke over Fido's fur while the whining puppy licked her face.

"Stop that, Amarillo. It's gross to lick people's face."

"Come here, Amarillo." Zafrina instructed and to my surprise the little dog obeyed her order almost instantly.

"Good girl. We have to prove to Jasmine how good you and I can handle everything."

She pulled out a biscuit and stuffed it into the puppy's snout.

Bella sighed and sat down on the edge of the couch. I took her feet into my hands and started to rub them gently.

"Maybe you shouldn't have gone to the park with Zafrina and the dogs. You look exhausted."

"I'm just a bit tired but I can't stay inside the house until the baby is born."

"But you are supposed to rest." I whispered, kneading her toes with my fingertips until I felt her relax a bit under my caress.

"Are you planning on delivering the baby here?" Zafrina asked us, sitting down on the armchair across from us.

"We haven't really talked about the birth yet but I highly doubt that giving birth to the baby in our living room is a good idea."

"I actually like the thought." Bella stated, taking a sip from the glass of orange juice Lilly handed her carefully.

"Hospitals make me nervous and the disgusting smell inside them…,"

"Bella, I don't think Dr. O'Hara would agree with you having a homebirth."

"Probably,"

I wrapped my arms around her and cradled her rounded middle between my hands. The little nudger kicked against my palm and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of actually holding the baby in my arms in a few months.

XOXOXOXXOXOXXO

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