A/N: Last one for the day. I need to get to sleep because my work week starts tonight. I'll be back to it tomorrow.

No copyright infringement is intended. All recognizable characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer. I own the plot and mistakes.

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7/02/2023

Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter FIFTEEN

EPOV

22 weeks pregnant/2nd week of their honeymoon

Our honeymoon was exactly what we needed. We toured around Hollywood and even saw a few celebrities. Jensen Ackles and his family were out and about. I thought Bella was going to rape the poor man right in front of his wife. I had to apologize profusely for her behavior. I nearly had a fan-girl moment, myself, but I'm a real man, and real men don't go batshit crazy over someone like Jensen. I waited until we got back to the hotel room. Don't judge.

The highlight of our day was seeing Ryan Hurst. The guy who played Opie on Sons of Anarchy. He was nice enough to pose for a few pictures with us.

In San Diego we went to Sea World then drove up the coast to the outlet stores that Jose said we needed to visit. We ended up buying a few things for the baby.

We made sure we got some souvenirs for our parents and the few people we were close to. Then we headed to Anaheim so we could go to Disneyland. There wasn't too many rides Bella could go on because she's clearly pregnant. She wasn't a spoiled sport, and knew we could make the trip again in the future.

The day Bella turned 22 weeks, we were taking a day of from sightseeing and hit up the beach. We were staying in a hotel by the water in Huntington. We were only staying one night then heading north to Venice Beach.

As we were enjoying the sand, Bella brought a blanket for us to sit on. The temperature was around 82 degrees. It was nowhere near the heat we were used to, so my wife decided she wanted to wear a bikini. She was so fucking sexy that I was finding it hard to keep my hands to myself. Her perfectly plump breasts, and perfectly round belly, and her fantastic hips were on display for everyone to see. Quite a few heads turned as they walked by. I felt like one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

"You're gonna burn," I tell her. "Then you'll be whining for the rest of the night."

"I'm using a tanning oil with SPF," she explained.

"If you say so." I went back to looking through a magazine all about semi-trucks. There were some that were decked out with loads of chrome. I would get a woody if I stared at them for too long.

"Venice Beach is a little over an hour away from here, so I think we should leave around ten. We need to check in at the hotel by noon."

"If you say so." I really didn't hear what she was saying, so I just agreed and fantasized about owning one of the trucks I would love to fuck Bella in.

"I think I'm gonna take my top off and walk down the beach."

"If you say so."

This time, I got cracked on the back of my head with her book. "Edward Dean Mason, are you listening to a word I'm saying?"

"What? Yeah, I'm listening." I closed my magazine. "You said something about driving up the beach to buy a new bikini top."

She smacked me with her book, again. "I did not!" She looked really pissed off now. "I'm going back to the room." She started stuffing her things back into the beach bag she had to have. "I'm sure I can get better attention from the TV."

"Stop." I started taking the stuff back out of her bag. "You're not going anywhere; I'll listen."

"It's too soon to start this. We haven't even been married two weeks and you're already using selective hearing on me. Am I that boring?"

My wife was being really overly dramatic. "I'm not using selective hearing. You were reading a book and I was looking at my magazine." I moved closer to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "I think you're overreacting."

She pushed my hands off of her. "Overreacting? My husband of five minutes can block me out that easily? How can that happen so soon?" She started to cry. "You're already tired of me and find a magazine more interesting."

"Arabella Marie Mason, you're being ridiculous." Her eyes snapped to mine and her jaw dropped open. "I think you're being hormonal."

"I don't want to be out here anymore. I'm ready for lunch and a nap." She put the stuff back in her bag that I had taken out. "I'll see you back at the room."

"You're seriously going back without me?" I got to my feet and picked up the blanket off the ground. "Bella stop!" I yelled at her retreating form.

Once I caught up to her I grabbed her arm. "For fucksake, will you stop for one damn minute." She pulled her arm out of my grasp and crossed her arms over her chest. "Will you please stop? I don't want to argue with you over something so trivial."

"So, you ignoring me is stupid?"

"No; ignoring you isn't stupid when I wasn't ignoring." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I wasn't ignoring you. If you feel that way, then I'm sorry. I was simply doing the same thing you were doing. So, can we not do this on the beach? People are staring."

Bella started walking off back to our hotel room and I followed.

As soon as we got back to our room, Bella dropped the bag on the floor and went for the bathroom. I heard the water to the shower come on. She left the door open and from where I was standing, I could see everything she was doing. She took the two pieces of material from her body and laid them on the counter. I was going to join her whether she liked it or not.

My swim trunks and flip flops stayed right where I took them off and made my way to my wife.

I stepped in behind her and slipped my arms around her. "I'm sorry," I said against her neck. My dick was getting hard, so I pressed it against her back and cupped her breasts.

Her nipples hardened as soon as I touched them. "Sex isn't going to make it better." She pressed her ass into my erection.

"Oh, I'm sure I can convince you otherwise." I moved one hand down over her stomach where our son was growing and down between her legs. I pushed my middle finger between her lips which only made my cock grow harder. "Grab the bar and bend over."

She did as I asked, giving me a perfect view of her ass and pussy as I stood back and looked at her. "You have the sexiest ass I've ever seen."

I dropped to my knees and feasted on her delectable taste before I got to my feet only to bend my knees just enough to slide home. I started out slow, teasing her as much as I could. "Was I ignoring you?"

She moaned without an answer. "Arabella?" She moaned again when I pushed completely inside of her. "You didn't answer my question. Was I ignoring you?"

"No," she said into another moan.

I sped up a little faster. "Is my cock making your attitude better?"

"Yes," she replied with a breathy moan. "Please go faster."

I gave her a little more. "Like this?"

"Faster," she demanded.

My wife wanted it hard and fast, and I was definitely willing. "Your wish is my command."

I was good and into it when I smacked her ass, her moans became louder. I was sure our neighbors could hear us going at it if we had any.

Our afternoon delight was over way too soon, so we washed up and dressed for bed. We planned to order room service so we didn't have to leave the room.

We ate and watched a couple of movies before making love one more time. We didn't redress as per my request. I wanted to be able to slip right in when I got horny, again.

The next morning I woke to my wife climbing on top of me. She rode me slow then hard until we came together. By ten, we were checking out of the hotel and on our way to Venice Beach.

We vowed to watch all the movies we could find where Venice Beach was featured.

A few days later, we made our way home where we needed to be back to reality. As much as we wanted to stay within our own little bubble, Bella had an appointment she couldn't miss. The real world entailed going back to work, as well. Two weeks wasn't long enough, but we'd make due until we take our next vacation.

"Are you coming to my appointment?" She was stuffing our dirty clothes into the clothes hamper in our bathroom to be washed.

"I won't miss any if I can help it," I replied.

She smiled up at me. "Good. It's tomorrow at 2p.m."

"You do know that my mom and your mom are planning to decorate one of the spare rooms as a nursery, right?"

"Who knew our moms would become B.F.F's" Bella chuckled. "As long as they don't go overboard then they can decorate all they want."

"You're brave," I tell her. "They exchanged numbers at the wedding. I think it's good for both of them."

We were so exhausted from our drive home, that after Bella was done loading the washing machine, we showered and climbed into bed. As soon as our heads hit the pillow, we were out like lights.

4 weeks later. 26 weeks pregnant...

I had about ten offers on my house, but they were making offers way below the asking price. I was surprised that my Realtor hadn't expressed to them that I was firm on the price, but none were even remotely close to the appraised cost.

All that was before Bella had an epiphany. I could rent my house out to Jacob and Jose.

They weren't exactly in the position to buy, so I took Bella's idea into consideration. We hadn't mentioned anything to them yet. My contract with the Realtor had another month to go, and I wasn't planning on renewing it. My renters didn't need to sign a lease; just carry renters insurance. I was thinking of letting them rent with an option to buy, and their monthly rent was what I normally paid for my mortgage. It all depended on what they wanted to do.

My wife, on the other hand, has had her good days and bad days, lately. Her hormones have driven us both nuts. She would cry her eyes out over something absolutely ridiculous one minute then switch to happy-go-lucky the next. Those times were my favorite, of course; it always led to sex, and I swear to you that it's the best damn sex we've ever had. I definitely created a sexual deviant. She loved giving me head and riding me until her little heart was content. I hoped that didn't change after our little man arrives.

Bella was now 26 weeks pregnant and measuring bigger for how far along she is. The baby is doing great and moving around like crazy. He's weighing right at two pounds since her most recent appointment. My mom had told me I weighed 8lbs. 13oz. and was 21¾ inches long. As an adult, my height stopped at 6 feet 4 inches when I was a senior in high school. The top of Bella's head stops at my shoulder.

I was currently on my way home from work. I had worked a double, wanting to get enough hours put in to cover while I'm out on paternity leave. I was taking six weeks off to help with the baby until we both go back to work. We hadn't thought about child care, as of yet, but I was pretty positive one of our mothers or even my aunt Vicky could help us out. We really didn't want a stranger taking care of our little guy.

As soon as I got home, I knew Bella was already in bed. She had texted me earlier letting me know my dinner was in the fridge and she loves me, so I ate first, and shower afterwards. I was absolutely starving. I hadn't eaten anything since the second half of my double shift started.

Bella wasn't much of a cook, but when she did, the food was pretty damn good. I knew she was extra tired lately, so any cooking she did was greatly appreciated and delicious. My favorite has become her green chili enchiladas and Spanish rice. She has been on a Chinese and Mexican food craving since we found out she was pregnant. Our son was sure to come out speaking Spanish and Chinese.

As soon as I made sure the house was locked up after my shower, I dropped my shorts and climbed into bed with my very pregnant naked wife. I took that as a subtle hint and went for it.

It took her a few minutes to wake up completely. She pushed me to my back and climbed on. As tired as I was, my wife riding my dick was a priority.

The next morning, I was up and out the door before Bella could raise an eyelid. "You're my nephew and I love you, but you're making me look bad by working so much." My uncle was helping change out air hoses on the back of an ancient cab-over that was in better shape than most 20 year old rigs that come through for maintenance. The owner was excellent with keeping it in working order.

"I'm trying to get enough cash saved up so I can take six weeks off for paternity leave." I pulled a new hose out of the box and started connecting it to the airline of the truck. "I know Bella gets some kind of pay while she's out of work, but I don't; I've already checked with aunt Vic about it."

My Uncle Al gave me a dumbass look. "Son, you can't stand there and tell me you don't have a nest-egg already. I wasn't born yesterday. Your overtime alone can make my car payment for two months."

I gave him a dumbass look in return. "Better safe than sorry."

"Have you not added Bella to your bank account?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I take your reaction as a no."

I shrugged my shoulders. "We haven't gotten around to that yet."

"Don't you think your wife should know about your financial situation?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course I do. It's a topic we haven't even talked about. She's never asked, and I haven't asked her. Plus, I really don't think it's an issue with her."

"Well," he says. "I guess this proves she's not a gold digger."

I raised my brows and looked at him. "She's definitely not a gold digger. I'm sure she's financially comfortable without any help from me. Nurse practitioners make a pretty penny."

Uncle Al nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure a hundred grand a year is more than enough."

If I were drinking something, I was pretty sure I would have spit it all over my uncle. "A hundred grand?" I shook my head. "I guess my sixty grand a year is pocket change to her."

"Your sixty grand a year is nothing but play money for you. I've never known a kid your age having a nest egg the size of yours. She doesn't know anything, does she?"

"Like I said, we've never talked about it, but now that you've brought it up, I guess we need to have that conversation."

He raised his brows at me. "I'd wanna know if I married a millionaire." He chuckled. "I'd tell her sooner rather than later."

I pulled in a deep breath. "I can promise you that it's not a big deal to her."

"Good luck."

Thank you!

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