Chapter 18
Edward
Now they even hugged each other. So much fuss, and all because they're moving in together. Understand the broads. But Emmett is not a broad. Not that I know of. Because he hugged them both, too. I just missed out on something here. Only what? My sweetheart had to come. She could always answer all my questions in a way that I understood.
After Emmett had enlightened me - and it had really taken a while for the penny to drop for me - I congratulated them both.
Married! Got married! Both the same.
And now I was standing here looking for her pill together with Bella.
My sweetheart was order in person and never misplaced anything. So only my mom came into question. I thought she took it a little too far, but other urges took possession of me. And they had to be satisfied immediately.
I laid her on our bed and knelt over her with her legs spread.
She is the most beautiful being on this earth.
My fingers wandered to the buttons of her top and I opened each button niiiice slow.
"What about the pill? What if ..."
I interrupted her by taking her right nipple in my mouth and sucking on it.
"If, my dear, then so be it."
My mouth moved to the other side and repeated the whole thing.
Bella moaned softly.
"But ... Esmé ... talking ..."
Meanwhile I had arrived at her waistband and nibbled and sucked on every millimeter of her bare skin. Her hands drove into my hair and clawed at it.
Oh yeah, I like that.
Now I moaned softly.
"We can ask Dad to have a chat with her," I mumbled at her belly button and my tongue licked over it.
Bella shivered.
"Mmm ..." she hummed.
I straightened up and pulled my top over my head, threw it on the floor, and returned my attention to my favorite body part.
Actually, there are two. A couple. A beautiful couple.
"Edward," my sweetheart moaned.
She was so impatient. But so was I. With a quick movement I removed the disturbing pants. Now she lay, as God created her, under me - naked, gloriously naked.
My pants flew off in a high arc and landed somewhere on the floor.
Who needed it anyway? It was superfluous. Useless.
Bella fidgeted.
I had to kiss her, everywhere - and I did. My darling whimpered and I moved to the southern climes.
"Edward ..."
Now she was already whining and somehow I liked it when she begged. I bypassed her femininity and nibbled the insides of her thighs. They tasted delicious and I bit into them lightly.
"Ahh ... Ed ... ward ..."
I chuckled.
"Don't do that ..." she scolded. "Don't annoy me."
Her grumbling became a gasp.
I nibbled my way back up to her breasts.
My breasts - they were mine and mine alone.
Her hands clawed painfully into my hair, and she pulled my head up. Her lips pressed impetuously on mine.
She wrapped her legs around me and my penis pressed against her hot wet ...
Oh, she moved her pelvis slightly and already my penis disappeared inside her.
I moaned loudly.
Bella chuckled.
"Enough teasing," she breathed against my lips.
I had to agree with her. I straightened up and my hands grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit.
Then - in one go - I was inside her.
Oh yeaaah! This is exactly what I needed right now.
I began to move at a moderate pace.
"Faster ..."
But with pleasure.
Seeing her under me like this excited me even more.
Her upper body pushed through - terrific. Her nipples hard and they stretched towards me - magnificent. Her mouth slightly open - delicious. Her body was the purest sin. My sin.
Drenched in sweat, Bella lay pressed against my side, our breathing coming frantically. Her hand was on my chest, drawing small patterns with one finger.
"What if, Edward?"
"Then we'll get a little rascal or a little princess as beautiful as you."
I had to smile.
A Bella in miniature. A Princibella.
"Or a boy who is the spitting image of Daddy."
Daddy? I completely forgot about that. I would be a Daddy and my sweetheart would be a mommy.
"Daddy?" I looked at her and she grinned. "How about Mommy then?"
Her eyes widened.
Now it was my turn to grin.
"We'll see. It doesn't work out either way the first time. I don't have my fertile days yet, not for a few days," she mused.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Fertile days?" I have never heard of that before.
"A woman is not always fertile, after all. Only on certain days."
Aha ... I don't have to know everything.
"But there can also be deviations," she explained further. "Anyway, I'll talk to Esmé about not getting so extremely involved, and if she won't listen, I'll sic Carlisle on her."
She chuckled.
Dad was the only one in this world who could keep my mom in check.
"Do that. Let's sleep."
She snuggled up to me and I sighed happily and contentedly.
We'll get this right. When I think of how Mom would react if Bella were pregnant. Oh, God, she'd probably set up a cot in our bedroom to make sure her soon-to-be grandson wasn't lacking anything. But I had Dad - he certainly wouldn't let that happen.
"BREAKFAST!", it resounded loudly through the hallway.
What I wouldn't give to be alone with Bella. No yelling in the morning. No mixing in at noon. No nagging in the evening. No Emmett.
Just thinking about him made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I didn't even want to know what GREAT tips he would give me.
I groaned.
"Morning, Honey Bunny," Bella mumbled into her pillow. "What's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about Emmett."
She chuckled.
What was there to chuckle about? I didn't find it funny at all.
"That's not funny! Think about Mom."
Her chuckles died away instantly.
"Oh, don't remind me. It's still too early for that."
She slid over to me and snuggled against me.
"BREAKFAST!"
"If we don't report, they will storm the room."
We both laughed, struggled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.
A beaming Esmé awaited us in the kitchen.
"Good morning, my baby, and to you too, Honey."
I got a kiss on the cheek. Bella two, one on each side.
"Morning stallion! Well, busy making babies?"
Emmett sat grinning - from cheek to cheek - at the breakfast table.
Oh yes, Emmett, how happy I am to see you.
I smiled in anguish.
"Good morning everyone," I said, sitting down at the table as far away from Emmett as possible.
My sweetheart sat down next to me.
As always.
"Where is Alice?" Bella looked around questioningly. "Is she still asleep?"
"No, Bella. She's with Jasper."
Rosalie's words could only be understood indistinctly - with a full mouth it didn't work any better.
"Oh ...!", was her glorious response.
"Yes. Oh ...! They are married. Already forgotten!", Emmett added his two cents.
My darling nodded and looked a little sad.
I squeezed her hand - in support.
Gratefully she smiled at me.
Bella cleared her throat.
"Esmé? I would quite like ...," she looked at Emmett and then back at my mom, "... to have my birth control pill back."
The last three words were barely audible.
Emmett pricked up his ears.
"Esmé?"
My dad looked at his wife questioningly.
"Yes ... um ... would you like another coffee?" she tried to distract him.
Without success.
The rest of us eagerly followed the conversation.
"No, I don't want coffee." He looked at her disapprovingly. "I expect an explanation."
"So ... um ... yeah ... would anyone else like to ..."
"ESMÉ!"
"I'm sorry, Bella ... I wanted ... I like ... a grandchild."
Whining ruefully, she looked Bella in the eye.
I had inherited this look from her. My darling had no chance.
"You violated my ... our privacy. That's not okay."
Bella tried to sound stern.
My mom took the ultimate swing and pushed her lower lip forward a little and her look became even more pleading.
"But ..." she paused, "you can keep them."
I smiled at my sweetheart. It was so easy to make my mother happy. With a simple "you can keep".
My mom must not have understood the words correctly and her lower lip was now fully extended, and tears glistened in her eyes.
"Bella, that's great," Rose mumbled, her mouth still full.
Chewing and smiling, she looked at both of us.
"Then our kids can get married later! Then we'll be related, Ed.
Emmett hadn't even started eating yet from all the listening and grinned at us.
That was missing! Related to Emmett! I already felt sorry for myself.
"But only maybe, Emmett. If we have two boys or two girls, we can't."
Bella gave me courage for the future.
All was not lost after all. Phew.
"Except ... the guys respectively the girls are attracted to each other," she calmly explained to Emmett.
How? What? Again, what had she said. Did she mean ... she ... no ... or ... no ... homosexual? No, I must have misunderstood her.
Emmett choked on his own spit.
Rosalie patted him on the back and grinned at Bella.
"You can forget that right now! My child will not ... like that! And if it does, it's your child's fault, not ours," he choked out.
He must have misunderstood something. OUR child is the normal one. His child will drag ours into the ... the ... depths of hell.
"Emmett!"
Bella looked at him indignantly.
He got a slap on the back of the head from Rose.
"It doesn't matter how our baby turns out, do you understand that?" Rose glowered angrily at her husband. "And if it turns out gay, bi, lesbian or straight or all of the above. It doesn't matter. We love our child no matter what he's going to do with his life."
"But baby! You can't ask me to stand idly by while some runaway 'whatever' gets his dick in his a ..."
"Emmett! We're having breakfast!", my dad interfered and scolded him.
That's right. Such words had no place at our table, no place in our whole house. But he was right. My child would never ...
I shook myself.
I would take care of that. You can achieve a lot with medical treatment these days. My child would never degenerate like that.
"Edward! How can you say such a thing!"
My sweetheart sparkled angrily at me.
Did I say that last one out loud?
"I can only agree with Rose. No matter what and how, we love our child."
To reassure her, I nodded ruefully and made a pout.
My darling sighed.
"Besides, I'm not even pregnant, and when the time comes, the time comes."
Emmett snorted and grumbled to himself.
"You're right, my darling. A lot of time will pass before then."
I had no intention to blowing it with Bella.
"I'll know how to stop that." Emmett sparkled at me belligerently. "I don't care if I have to drag him to soccer every day. I'm going to drip the playboy into him with the teat bottle."
I snorted and sparkled back.
"What if it's a girl?", I asked him.
"Rosie will do that then."
His wise answer made Rosalie chuckle.
"My children."
I had completely forgotten about my sobbing mom. She had the coffee pot in her hand and tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm so glad you finally came to your senses," she sniffed, smiling at Bella and me.
The rest of breakfast went almost harmoniously, with only Emmett scowling in my direction.
What can I do about his child becoming like that?
Bella
I shook my head in disbelief.
How can one be so stubborn? From Emmett I had expected almost nothing else, but my Honey Bunny, MY HONEY BUNNY was talking about 'degenerate and take to the doctor'. I wouldn't have thought that of him! We would deal with that when we were alone. Right before we went to bed tonight. But in the end, Rose and I had a blast. Like two competitive fighting cocks, they circled each other. My kid, your kid. If they're like this already, I don't want to know how it can all end up.
I chuckled.
"My little Jake, you're not like that, are you? " I tickled his belly and he nodded at me - at least it looked that way. "You're my best one."
His colorful cast leg looked cute, but he seemed to be taking it well.
"My brave little Jake."
I cuddled him properly through. That came a little too short lately. He needed his cuddles.
"Honey, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. You need to see a doctor and go to the drugstore!", Esmé came running.
"Why?"
"For the baby!"
She beamed happily down at me.
"Esmé, I'm not even pregnant yet!"
"Precaution Honey, precaution. The child needs folic acid, vitamin C, iron, calcium, fluorine, omega-3 fatty acids - and not to forget iodine. Of course, it's not just the child, you need to be well taken care of too. Don't take this lightly."
I smiled at her in anguish.
"When the time comes, Esmé, I will get the things already," I placated her.
"Don't you forget that! It's important."
I nodded and she was apparently satisfied.
For now.
"I'm going to go see Rosalie again, then."
I nodded again and turned to Jake.
"You have it good," I said when Esmé was out of earshot. "You can't get pregnant, and your mother-in-law-to-be is not standing ready to support you, as she thinks."
I sighed and scratched his ear.
If I need to do gymnastics with him once the cast is off. I will ask the vet about it.
"Bella?"
My Honey Bunny came storming across the lawn, eyes wide open.
Did something happen? He looked so worried and afraid.
"What's wrong?" I asked him when he stopped in front of me.
"We need to get to the drugstore!"
"Why, do you need something or someone else?"
Now I was worried.
"No, I don't need anything - but you do!"
"I'm fine, I br ..."
He interrupted me.
"Yes, you do, you need vitamins and some kind of acids and 'omega-I-don't-know-more' and ..."
He was completely excited.
"Did Esmé tell you to tell me that?"
That's really enough now. I had to have a serious talk with her.
"No, she didn't. But I overheard her and Rosalie and for the baby's development it is necessary to take all this. It should become healthy and NORMAL after all."
Aha ... that's where the wind was blowing from. Normal - as soon as I hear that. What is normal?
"Come here, Honey Bunny." I waved him down to me with my index finger. "If I get pregnant anytime soon, we'll go to the doctor together and he'll tell me everything I and the baby need, okay?"
His panicked look softened.
"You're right. I'm overreacting, aren't I?"
I nodded and pressed my lips to his.
He was just worried, and I thought it was almost cute. I didn't even want to know what would happen if I got pregnant. Mothering from two sides. Esmé and Edward.
I groaned at the thought.
That was not cute at all.
"I'll pull myself together ... At least I'll try. But we can go practice! What do you say?"
He grinned.
How quickly his mood could change! Changes his opinion in a rush - my Honey Bunny, that is.
I chuckled.
"That would be nice, but not now - maybe later."
He pouted again.
I had to scrape together all my willpower not to let him have his way, even though it sounded good. No, not now. He had copied that whole pouting thing from Esmé, I bet.
He seemed to be thinking.
"Okay, but only if we make out some more."
I had no objections to that.
Some time later I was sitting on the terrace with Rosalie, and I had to drink this terribly bitter tea from Esmé.
We laughed at our men, who were strolling through the garden and chatting. Apparently they had buried the hatchet.
They agreed that their child would be a boy in any case. Ridiculous, you can't choose that.
But the lords of creation had a different opinion.
"You have to teach him to walk like a man!"
Emmett demonstrated what he was trying to convey to Edward.
We laughed quietly to ourselves - we didn't want to miss anything.
"A decent men's sport isn't bad either."
My Honey Bunny nodded and listened attentively.
This morning he had been whining as he thought of Emmett and his tips, and now they were walking around the garden in unison, plotting the lives of their non-existent sons.
"But Emmett, how can you be sure it's going to be a boy?"
Yes, that was a valid question, and I was curious to hear the answer.
Rose chuckled and said, "Watch this, here it comes."
I listened intently.
"It's all a temperature thing, dude. You have to know that if your balls are cold, it's going to be a boy and if they're warmer, it's going to be a girl."
Emmett looked meaningfully at Edward.
"Is that true? And if it is, how are you going to affect it?"
My Honey Bunny, the docile student, looked questioningly at his mentor.
"So, don't take a hot shower before you get started, got it?"
Edward nodded and looked at Emmett in awe.
Getting that out of his head again is going to be hard.
"And speaking of too hot. Don't bathe in water that's too hot. Your nimble boys say goodbye so quickly, you can't even look that fast," he offered his words of wisdom.
My Honey Bunny looked at Emmett in confusion.
"Why?"
"Dude, too hot water will kill your sperm and it will never come back."
Now I could no longer hold myself back from laughing. But I laughed softly, and the tears ran down my cheeks.
Rose was already all red in the face.
"And you need to have sex every day - as often as you can - in different positions, of course. That increases the chances of pregnancy."
My eager to learn Honey Bunny grinned.
"No problem for me."
Emmett patted him on the back.
"One last piece of advice. The food. Asparagus, oysters and celery will increase the speed of your combat swimmers."
"Combat swimmers?"
Now my Honey Bunny was completely confused.
"Yes, your jizz, white gold or I think you would prefer love juice."
Emmett slapped him companionably on the shoulder.
"I see ..."
He did look slightly indignant.
He does not like such vulgar words at all.
Actually, neither did I, but I couldn't take it anymore. My butt slid off the recliner and I neighed like a horse. My air supply came to an almost complete standstill. I rolled around on the ground and laughed the whole neighborhood together.
Rose had to hold her belly with both hands, and she laughed so loud that her hubby and my life partner looked over at us.
They both waved and came toward us.
Behind us someone chuckled.
I turned around and saw Esmé and Carlisle standing in the doorway, clinging to each other, or they would have fallen over laughing.
"I hope your son doesn't believe all that," Esmé squeezed out between her chuckles.
"My son? Your son, my beloved. Your son. You have to help make this right. There's no way Bella can get Emmett's wisdom out of him. Otherwise, you'll never have your grandchild."
He laughed and shook his head.
Esmé's laughter had abruptly faded.
"EMMETT McCARTY! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
A comment on my own behalf:
Before anyone gets upset about how this chapter talks about being gay or lesbian. Let's face it, for all the acceptance, there are still people who believe that you can cure these tendencies or that you just have to swallow a pill and it's over. And the fact that men in particular are homophobic and immediately feel prey to gay men is also a fact that can't be explained away. And that we women are much more relaxed about this issue than men is also an undeniable fact.
So just take this chapter for what it is - the reactions of very 'masculine' men to the assumption that their son might be gay, even though they themselves are so masculine. grin
