A/N: long wait, I'm so sorry! I'm trying to finish this story up, like I said, and I'm sorry for the wait. I think you'll enjoy this though :) Leave me love! 3

I lay in bed that night with a very hot Edward Cullen wrapped around me, staring at the ring on my finger in dim light that filtered in through the blinds. It was big, probably too big, but it was gorgeous. 2.5 carat Tiffany Legacy, according to Rosalie—whom I video chatted with while Edward ran out to get us dinner—but I didn't know if she was right. I knew shit about rings other than this one was big and shiny and beautiful. And apparently cost a small fortune. I mean, I could have guessed, but I really wish Rose hadn't started naming prices.

Now I lay here and all I can think about is how this ring probably cost more than everything I owned AND my savings. I wasn't bringing debt or anything to our marriage, but could I really get used to Edward spending that kind of money on me? My mind drifted back to my birthday and my hand instinctively found my stomach, and I remembered Edward had actually given me two extravagant gifts that night.

"Stop it," Edward mumbled, startling me. He sighed and turned his head to face me, pulling me closer to him. "I can feel you thinking, stop it."

"I wasn't," I lied and he raised an eyebrow, his eyes still closed. I giggled and snuggled into him, "okay I was but you're too adorable to lie to."

"Well I hope you never feel the need to lie to me," he said sleepily but I could tell he was waking up.

"I endeavor to always be honest with you."

"As do I. So be honest with me now, what are you thinking about so loudly over there?" His eyes opened to examine my face and I wanted to kiss him, so I did. "Money?"

"Don't act like you know me," I teased and he grinned. "Yes, Edward; money."

"Bella, it's just money. We can have this argument a million times over and it will still just be money. Would you still love me if I was penniless, living pay check to pay check in a fifth floor walk up above a deli?"

"Are you sure you're not the writer? Yes, Edward, I would still love you. It's not about the money for me."

"I know that, love; that's why you're my forever. So you really think you're the first girl to seduce me? I could have married years ago if I wanted but they only ever saw me as a dollar sign and that's not love, Bella."

"I think it was you who seduced me."

"Semantics."

"So you weren't a virgin when we met," I asked and Edward snorted, kissing me softly and stroking my lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

"Were you?"

"Semantics." Edward chuckled and I examined his features, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth while he waited patiently. "I keep wishing Charlie was here for this, but then I know I would have never met you and it breaks my heart that the two worlds could never exist together."

"Would he have liked me?"

"Absolutely not, but you'd have won him over with time."

Edward smiled and traced his lips along my cheekbone, "that's always been my favorite tactic."

I woke up the next morning to a single rose in place of Edward and a laptop I didn't recognize with a small note: write. So I did.

After half an hour playing with all the setting in Microsoft Word and picking the perfect font, I wondered where to start. A wise man once wrote Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop. So I did. Chapter One.

EPOV

I had tried calling Bella to see if she wanted me to bring home food but it went straight to voicemail. It wasn't unlike Bella to lose her phone or let it die so I tried not to panic as my driver headed towards the apartment. Alice would be home with Dallas so I knew that, without a phone, if there had been an emergency she only needed to go up stairs to call for help. Of course there was also the Emergency feature on the alarm system but I had complete faith that Bella would forget that in a true emergency. About five minutes from the apartment I contemplated calling Alice but knew Dallas might be asleep and didn't want to cause my sister any more inconvenience than necessary.

When he dropped me off in front, I hurried through the lobby and sprinted up the stairs to avoid waiting for the elevator. By the time I reached the apartment door, I was out of breath and realized I'd gotten lazy in my gym regime since meeting Bella. I'd call my training in the morning and set up a few lunchtime appointments this week. "Bella," I called as I pushed open the door and punched my code into the alarm pad.

"In here," she acknowledged, sounding distant, and I hurried back into the bedroom. I sighed with relief then nearly died of a heart attack when I saw her.

Bella was sitting up in the bed, pillows stacked behind her for support, the covers pooled around her waist. She wore a pair of glasses I wasn't sure I'd ever seen before, her hair an adorable mess, and she was as naked as she had been when I forced myself to leave her this morning. Computer on her lap, her fingers flew flawlessly across the keyboard and I wanted to kiss those gorgeous lips as she mouthed the words to herself.

"You scared the hell out of me," I told her, sitting on the bed, and she seemed to notice me for the first time.

"Oh my God, what time is it," she asked, glancing towards the window and noticing the darkening sky outside.

"5:30. Have you been writing all day?" On cue, her stomach rumbled in response and she blushed, embarrassed.

"I just started writing and I couldn't stop, it's so cathartic." She breathed, sounding alive and excited, and her answering smile was contagious.

"I'm glad; I hope you like the computer, if not we can return it and pick something else out together. I asked Emmett to pick it out since he knows more about these things than I do, but if it's mostly for writing then it's really about personal pref–" Bella cut me off with a heated kiss, the computer discarded on the bed and covers pushed aside. I groaned as the head of her breasts warmed me brought my jacket and shit, making me instantly hard for her, but I tried to reason with myself. She was pregnant and hungry, food first and then I could worship her.

"This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me Edward. Well, besides," she dropped a hand to her stomach and smiled shyly, causing me to grin once more.

"You're beauty is absolutely intoxicating, Bella," I told her, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "I would love to ravage you and read what you've written, but I need to feed my two best girls first."

"Girls," she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You're hoping for a girl."

"I would love a mini Bella to spoil and love, just like her mother," I confessed and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head and removing her glasses before climbing off the bed.

"I thought all men wished for boys so they could pass on their legacy or something like that?"

I watched her cross to the closet and search for something to wear as I tried not to stare at her perfect, smooth skin that begged to be licked. "We have Dallas to pass on the business to, if need be, and there will always be the next child. Or the child after that. Or the child after that." She looked at me, alarmed, and I couldn't hide my amusement. "I'm kidding, sort of."

"Let's take this one kid at a time, remember?"

"I remember."

We ended up grabbing Chinese food and renting a movie, spending the evening on the living room floor with a blanket and a cluster of pillows. Bella had written fourteen chapters so far, she swore the words had just been waiting for her to write them down because they'd come so easily, but refused to let me read any of it yet. "It's bad luck," she'd claimed and I respected her wishes.

Now lay dozing in my arms, a few stray hairs draped across her cheek, and I couldn't remember my life before her. Before Bella there was nothing but loneliness and work. I'd tried, for a while, to fill the loneliness with women and alcohol, then I'd filled it with work. Now I knew nothing I could have done would have worked because I was lonely for her. She was my forever, my everything, and it would be my goal—for the rest of my life—to make her as inhumanely happy as possible.