Edward
As prom was on the last day of the weekend, we'd finally reached the last day of school--it was the first day anyone had ever celebrated a Monday, likely in the history of Forks high.
The halls were bustling, and everyone was in good spirits. Bella didn't say much today, but knowing we tangled together as usual yesterday made me feel much more at ease.
There's nothing to worry about, sweet girl. I reassured her over the sheer noise of chatter, laughter and random whoops. She nodded, but the tension in her jaw could be seen from a mile away, the shuffling in her feet made it clear she had no interest in being at class today.
"What do we even learn today?" She complained anxiously under her breath. I chuckled lightheartedly, realizing she had a good point. I took her hand and rubbed soothing circles into the back of her pressure point.
"Beats me, I think it's just an 'A for attendance' kind of day." I smirked at Bella's barely uttered groan. She didn't let go of my hand.
We were standing before the red door of our home room classroom. I glanced over at Bella, who nervously took in a breath before bracing herself to step into the classroom. I gave her a nod and a squeeze of her hand before opening the door ajar for her.
Many shining eyes lit up, and Bella was greeted with a shower of compliments, that she looked great at prom, her dress was phenomenal and where she shopped for it. Bella's reactions were mostly bashful and she would reply with a curt-sounding "thank you."
I chucked under my breath, knowing she'd never take compliments well. My laugh was cut short when the loud classroom suddenly decrescendoed into silence. A high pitch scream sounded towards the door. I heard a few
"What the fuck?"'s being muttered and my eyes finally made my way to the doorway, at the person who arrived.
Mike Newton had showed up to class. His disheveled hand missing fingers was wrapped in a thick bandage.
"It was her." He pointed his unbandaged hand at Bella, dividing the room with his glare. "She burned down Volt, mommy!" He exclaimed childishly.
Bella gone completely sheet white as Mike's able arm jabbed a short finger in her direction.
Mommy?
A tall, unusually pale woman stepped out of the shadows in the doorway. Only under the fluorescent light was it clear that she was a blonde woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun and sunken eyes that looked too large in her white face. I could barely make out the name tag on her Volt badge.
Newton, Jane.
Newton? My heart nearly stopped.
No way... Mike was her...?
I turned immediately to Bella, as did everyone else in the room. Her alabaster face was frozen in a look of horror, her eyes closed halfway as her eyes rolled back into her head at the sight of her.
I ran the distance between our desks to catch Bella before she could hit her head on anything--she was going unconscious before even hitting the ground.
"Bella!" I shouted I was shaking her in my arms, she was out cold. Jane stepped into the classroom and the police followed suit behind her, handcuffs ready in their hands.
Seven Years Later
"Again!!" Her excitable voice rang and shimmered in the air like a peal of bells. No matter how loudly she demanded, her infantile pitch sounded undeniably bubbly, youthful and oh, so beautiful. Her cantabile was music to my ears.
I couldn't resist a smile at those hands, her smooth, dove-colored skin was tinged a lively pink by the fingertips. She exuded youth. I watched the fingertips go white as she pressed her palms together and held them under her chin in a cherub-like plea.
She's perfect.
But I resisted the urge to give in.
Not yet, anyway.
Nessie pouted stubbornly at my lack of reply to her silent protest. Her untamable copper curls bounced around her face like a petite lion mane as she jutted a small, rose colored lip out in preparation for her one-woman rally.
Oh no, here we go.
Nessie widened her eyes at me. I could practically see galaxies in the green orbs that were made me feel both worlds away and yet, so grounded, paradoxically.
Just like her mother.
"Please." She whined. The proximity between my face and hers closed slowly as she leaned in towards me while chanting.
"Please? Please? Pleaaaase?" Her forehead was against mine now, and her eyes were so close to mine that I was beginning to go cross eyed trying to look at her. I sighed in mock defeat. Her manipulation was certainly going to get me in trouble one of these days, but I'd let it slide for just a bit longer.
After all, how am I supposed to say 'no' to that face?
I chuckled softly, knowing I was utterly vanquished.
"Very well. Just one more time, and off to bed for tonight, okay?" I conceded. Nessie nodded eagerly, winding her small, soft pinky around mine in the most sacred promise she knew.
"Deal is sealed." She squeaked and grinned, exposing her newly gap-toothed smile. I nodded at her sentiment, wondering where she picked that up.
I took the album off of our nightstand, where I'd last set it thirty minutes ago. That was when bedtime originally was, before someone began procrastinating. I couldn't be too mad.
According to Okil these days don't last long...
I settled down on the edge of our bed, and patted the edge in invitation for her to sit. I watched with fascination as she planted herself down, crossed her legs methodically right over left. Only when she situated herself and her eyes met mine did I know I had her undivided attention.
That was when I took deep breath to begin, reading the album cover's title for Nessie, slowly. The gold leaf glinted in the dim light produced by the lamp on the nightstand. I pointed to the letters as I enunciated,
"Our Family."
My fingers traced the gold letters that were pressed into the claret-red dyed leather bound cover. The quality of Hyde was evident in the soft sheen of its varnish. Luckily it proved to be stain proof and had been protected by many an incident of cute, but unaware daughter. I smiled at the many instances I'd found Nessie picking her favorite album off of the shelf with her tiny fingers sticky with drool or worse, caked with mud.
I painstakingly opened the album that was becoming soft in its edges despite the fact that it was a gift presented only five Christmases ago.
Even if the need for a bulky photo album was scarce, and a rather impractical and outdated concept to own, I had no regrets. Creating a proper, tangible scrapbook for Bella proved the best gift I'd ever presented. Bella shook her head with a bittersweet smile when I presented it. She flipped through it in silence, with tears in her eyes. When she finished, the tears finally fell from both eyes, in rivets down her cheeks. Her lips trembled but turned up at the corners.
"Thank you... for the closure."
I blinked out of my pensive state, remembering Nessie was by my side, patiently waiting for me to read.
The cover page was a plain sheet, with the first picture Bella and I had ever took together--the photo of us from prom, so many years ago. My handwriting was scrawled on the corner of the page in a sharpie.
"For Bella, my muse, on our second Christmas Together. Love, Edward."
I turned the cover page carefully, there was a newspaper clipping taped on the other side. The picture itself was faded but not to the degree where it had lost its integrity.
I used my finger to tap the black and white newspaper clipping of Bella standing before the courthouse. Despite the lack of quality in the black and white editorial, the set in her eyebrows was unmistakeable, Bella's eyes were tense in the corners. The determination in her face was so clear, it was as if it were written across her face.
"That's your mother." I explained the obvious slowly, with great patience. Nessie scoured over the picture, bringing her face closer to the page. I drank in the moment, taking my own moment to observe the photo.
I remembered distinctly that Bella was nervous that day as she readied herself for the court hearing. However, the moment she stepped out of the door, she allowed no one to see it.
Nessie's attention took her to the other page, she pulled the book closer to her, examining the one beside it to the right, intently. My heart warmed, touched by her fascination, her intrigue and obvious pride for her mother.
Nessie's admiration for her matches my own.
Our little girl deserved to see from her own eyes how essential her mom was to the world, to be exposed to her influence, especially from a young age. Another reason I was so perceptive to Alice's idea for an album for Christmas when I'd inquired if Bella had divulged any presents to her she was hoping I'd buy.
Nessie pointed a chubby finger to the next magazine clipping of Bella behind a court stand. She looked tense, but determined.
"That one?" She turned to ask me, her head of tiny copper curls bounced in little ringlets around her face. I never thought I'd say it, but I was so glad she had my reddish bronze hair. I was utterly mystified by the idea that a part of me lived on through her for as long as she'd live.
"Your mommy spoke on behalf of all the half breeds out there. She explained to the world that with treatment they were not dangerous, that they have a place in the world just like you, and me." I tapped a finger gently on Nessie's chest which earned me a giggle.
I turned the page.
The next page was titled "Renesme" in enchanting pink letters. I had attached an Ultrasound picture of Bella's month old embryo with a soft pink border.
"And that's you," I murmured with great pride. I was shocked by the unsteadiness of my own voice. I couldn't help the softness in my tone, as the picture took me back to the first day it hit me that I was going to be a father. And to a little girl, no less.
I remembered being excited but scared shitless that I had to bring up a delicate rose in a world full of thorns.
Bella seemed amazingly at ease, even in the gynecologist's ultrasound lab. The moment she discovered the sex, she gasped in awe and laughed softly out of surprise, as if she were relived. I remember laughing, too, externally. But internally, I was terrified to my core.
I remember stepping outside to call Carlisle with the good news, or so I'd told her at the time. My hand shaking as I held the phone.
"Carlisle, it's a girl."
I heard the pages flipping, Nessie turned the page impatiently, clearly she wasn't terribly interested in her own ultrasound photo. I laughed dryly at her disinterest.
Eh, I don't blame you, kid.
I wouldn't have known a black and white peanut from an embryo either.
The next page was a photo of Nessie nestled on Bella's bare chest after her hard labor. Nessie was wailing so hard she crinkled her tiny snow colored face. Even streaked in blood and smeared in waxy vernax, she was breath taking.
Absolutely godly.
Bella who had just birthed her first child, was visibly exhausted yet smiling. Her eyes were teary like Renesme's but with an utterly contrary reason of origin. Bella, unlike Renesmee, wasn't afraid.
She was proud. Ready. Confident. And most of all, what she had been all of her life.
Determined.
The memories flooded me nostalgically, as if Bella's pregnancy was yesterday instead of years ago.
The album photo was the sole photograph that wasn't blurred from the shaking of my own exhaustion and excitement.
To this day it still filled me with so much pride for both of my strong girls. My tireless wife, and my small fighter, who came a little earlier than expected but was resolute in her recovery. It was enough to shock the doctors. I was so lost in thought that I nearly jumped at the voice that appeared across from us, in the hallway.
"What are you two talking about, this late at night?" I looked up, though I didn't need sight to confirm what I knew by heart. The sultry voice belonged to none other than Bella.
My Bella leaned against the door hinge wrapped in a thick white bathrobe that emphasized the contrast between her snowy skin and dark features. Her hair, the color of a ravens wing when wet, was still damp from her shower, evident from the bath towel that draped around her neck.
Despite the seven years that had passed since the first day we sat beside each other in biology, she still looked as lovely as the first time I looked at her. The fullness of her cheeks from her highschool days had faded, and the sharpness that her mature features carried made her somehow more attractive.
Knowing she was a mother only made her more beautiful to me. I forced myself to not wonder what was beneath her robe right now...
Not while Nessie is here...
I mentally groaned and performed a Chasity oath internally to cleanse me of my sinful thoughts.
"This is you!" Nessie informed with a point to the album. I snickered behind her, Nessie was only three, and her matter-of-fact statement was humorous. She treated this album as if it was a great idea on her end. As if it wasn't my gift to Bella, in the first place.
Bella bit down on the inside of her cheeks, trying her best not to start chortling herself as she padded gracefully across the carpet towards us. Her bare feet made no sound, and again I forced myself not to look at her robe at the moment.
"Oh yeah?" She feigned an amused look for her young daughter, as if she hadn't herself in her own album--and at that, a million times already. Nessie glanced at the album before adjusting the place of her soft finger.
"And that's me!" She exclaimed. "When I was a baby!"
"That's right, you're so much bigger now!" She ruffled the curls in her hair, smiling down at her daughter. I admired endearingly, absolute in my absentminded state of admiration.
With no given warning, I saw Bella's eyes widen pointedly at me. I blinked, and barely tilted my head, showing her she had my attention. She flinched subtly towards the bedside clock, mouthing,
"It's nine fifteen!"
Ah, busted. I had to get Nessie to bed now. No exceptions.
I began my allegory with a tsking of my tongue, impeding Nessie's jovial mood instantly.
"Youre so big, surely you must know the rules," I began dramatically. Nessie recognized the tone and whipped her head towards me, her eyes the size of gargantuan emeralds.
"Those that don't go to bed on time are visited by the boogey man." I added a sinister wave of my fingers for effect. My parable proved fruitful, it sent a visible shiver down Nessie's spine.
Nessie looked towards her mom in trepidation. Bella scowled at me and I winked back at her, silently thanking her in advance for my trust.
"Not the boogeyman!" Nessie squealed, clutching at Bella's manicured hand desperately. The horror on her face was laughable but I held my ground.
"Oh yes," I taunted. "The boogeyman will visit all the children who don't go to bed on time. And he always starts with the little girls."
That always did the trick.
Nessie's amber eyes widened to the size of golf balls, I knew I had her regard--she just needed a little push.
"I hear he begins with little girls... named Nessie." I whispered with a nefarious squint to my eyes. Nessie jumped as she squeaked. She scrambled to pick up her favorite--yet forgotten--stuffed wolf doll by the door, and bolted out of the room to go to hers without another word to us. I heard the door to her bedroom slam shut behind her.
That may have had something to do with my fib about the boogeyman only crawling the hallways, being immune to bedrooms.
I figured her paranoia would have to have somewhere to rest, why not in her own bed, where she should've been in, anyway?
I shook in silent laughter as I glanced at the baby monitor on the chest. On the small screen reflected Nessie in bed, her sheets being pulled up high over her head. Bella sighed and closed the door behind her, leaving us--at least-- in peace.
"You really shouldn't scare her like that." Bella said with a smile, and a disapproving shake of her head. I shrugged.
"Well, she really shouldn't be up this late," I countered. "Only we should be up at this hour." I pointed to myself, then her with great amusement. I took my time as I let my eyes wander leisurely down her body.
Oh, so you were wearing panties...
Bella rolled her eyes at my blatant ogling, and then began cleaning up. She reached for the neglected album on the bed, mumbling to herself with an expression of embarrassment.
"Why do you keep reading this anyway?" She scowled with a shake of her head. It was certainly wasted on me. She picked up the album and walked it across the bed.
In a few waltzing steps, she gracefully placed the album back into its mise en plas, the free-standing bookstand on the dresser. She nodded to herself, as if satisfied with the placement. I didn't let the opportunity go amiss and I grasped her outstretched hand before it could drop back down to her side.
"Because we're so so incredibly proud of you." I said, earnestly. Bella's golden eyes were a dark honey in the warm light cast from the beside lampshade. Her rimmed lashes widened the tiniest bit at my words.
Ultimately, Bella huffed incredulously, blowing a damp strand of hair out of her face. I tucked it behind her ear with my free hand.
"I didn't do anything." She said bluntly, with a nonchalant shrug. I smiled crookedly at her shook my head in a show of teasing disapproval.
You know that's not true.
Don't lie, beautiful.
I gazed into her eyes, wondering how someone that made such an impact remained so humble, no, unaware of their contribution. Her eyes looked golden in the dim light of the lamp, they widened at the seriousness mine projected onto her.
"You did everything for half breeds." I murmured softly. "You made the world realize you're not dangerous, so neither are they. Half breads live freely in the world, they coexist now, thanks to you." I squeezed both of her upper arms over her robe in emphasis, hoping the motion would emblem my support.
Bella looked surprised at my serious admonition and cleared her throat. She looked away, as she always did for as long as I could remember, when she was caught in a lie.
Or in this case, a truth.
In her timid state she didn't seem to know what to do, she cleared her throat and peered up at me through her lashes.
"Um, what brought that on?" She asked nervously. I intentionally slowed down my movements, a statement more than a suggestion. I relished her nerves in the situation. I felt myself smile on one side before leaning in to the shell of her ear to whisper into it.
"Because you clearly don't know your worth and obviously need some reminding."
I let my hands abandon her shoulders, and slide down to caress the silhouette of her body. My hands made a pilgrimage down the curves of her breasts, the valley of her tapered waist, and finally into her robe, dipping into the sides of her panties.
I heard a sharp intake of air. Her voice came out hushed, as if she didn't have enough oxygen to fuel her words. I peered at her face in amusement, letting my lips graze her cheek. Her expression was chagrined, her cheeks flamed even in the meager light cast from the bedside lamp.
"What are you proposing we do this late? Don't you have lessons from early in the morning tomorrow?" She retorted with an arch in her brow.
"Doesn't mean I can't make time right now for you," I grinned crookedly, and it earned a smile.
She huffed, but I could tell she was flattered by the soft rosiness that filled her cheeks.
How did I land such an incredible person?
"So what was your opinion on staying up on a school night, again?" I teased as I began tugging on the tie to her bathrobe. Bella offered a half-surpresed laugh before before it was interrupted by a gasp. She must've noticed my hands had reached more important areas.
"Positive." She affirmed with a breathy voice.
Say no more.
I picked Bella up from the floor and turned her the opposite direction, tossing her onto our bed. She laughed at the sudden enthusiasm, although I was certain she knew I wasn't going to let an opportunity like Nessie actually (more or less) going to bed on time go to waste.
I covered her cool neck with chaste kisses, her corresponding sigh tickled my ear. I wondered how anyone's skin could be so soft and smell so floral. Her hands wandered down the front of my sweatpants, where she found my erection stiff and at attention for her. I raised an eyebrow at her, testingly at her forwardness.
She palmed the outline of me teasingly and I groaned. Sex was such a treat since Nessie was born, and our lives became a hectic whirlwind. My eyes rolled back a little at even that slight touch.
Bella's laugh turned into a moan when I pushed open her bathrobe and kissed my way down her body. I made it a point to use my tongue, making the kisses increasingly open-mouthed as I reached her nipples.
I had one of the rosy peaks in my mouth, marveling at how they stiffened immediately against my tongue.
So responsive.
By the time I'd reached my destination, her center was slick, visibly wet.
When I realized she smelled of both floral tones from her bath and earthy sweetness from her dripping center, I knew I couldn't resist. I pushed her legs open wider and eagerly dove in.
I parted her sensitive folds before gently suckling her most responsive areas with my tongue and lips. Bella gasped, her hands gripped my head as if to pull me closer into her.
I'll gladly oblige.
I pushed my tongue against her entrance, she keeled. The sound drove me into a frenzy and I was licking and sucking every last drop as if I had been starved of it. Her wetness kept flowing and I continued accepting it, ready for it.
When Bella--who was still so shy when it came to our sex lives--uttered a soft, but wanton moan, I knew she was close. I slid two of my fingers in her and began a steady rhythm, curling my fingers up against her walls ever so slightly as I pumped my hand into her. Bella was extremely responsive, gasping hard before begging for something unintelligibly.
Seeing Bella with her head thrown back, smelling and tasting her on me, and now hearing her soft moans was overwhelming my senses. I couldn't think of anything but her and couldn't abstain my desires, no, my inherent and undeniable need to please her, satiate her completely.
I decided to stop toying with her, and finish her. I placed a hand above her pelvis, admiring how the length of my entire hand was similar in size to her slender waist.
I pushed down slightly, securing her in place as I rammed my fingers into her in a faster rate than before. Bella's keening moans rose in pitch and just as I began sucking on her clitoris while flicking the tip of my tongue against her, she came undone. Her mouth was wide open on an utterly unabashed moan, and it satisfied me to the core. As I continued my motions, more gently and languidly this time, I was pleased to she trembled with aftershocks from her completion.
Mission accomplished.
I sighed subconsciously in contentment as I looked up leisurely, at Bella's mouth that was still open in a moan, her head thrown back in the throes of her peak.
I would never grow tired of her taste, smell, life with her. Raising Nessie with her.
My lack of past, the confusion I embarked the first few years of my life all made sense now, and better yet, it was worth it.
"Oh god." Her soft voice brought me back from my reverie. "Sorry about that, I think I was being too loud." She nervously hid her mouth, as if she could muffle the moan that she already uttered.
I chuckled and opened my phone for her.
When she saw that the baby monitor app showed a peacefully sleeping Nessie, she visibly relaxed against the pillows, reassured that no one heard anything. She laughed nervously before she settled in again.
"That was so good." She murmured sleepily, to herself more than anything. "Should we head to bed? After I..." she cleared her throat and eyed the fly of my jeans pointedly, as if my raging hard-on was not the obvious point of conversation. "After I 'help you out'?"
'"Help you out?'" This girl would be the death of me.
"Head to bed?" I asked incredulously. "Who said we were done?" I grinned wickedly, already envisioning the many things I intended to explore with Bella.
"Oh!" The blush on her cheeks told me she just now understood my reference.
"Tell me Bella, how bad do you want it?" I toyed with her, knowing her shyness only aided her secretly wanton innate desires.
"I.. uh, probably wouldn't last long if you were to go again," She sheepishly admitted in a voice that was a half octave higher than usual, just barely above a squeak.
"Is that what supposed to be an offer? Or a challenge?" I asked teasingly, cupping my fingers around her pert bottom and squeezing the soft flesh gently. I leaned in to whisper into Bella's ear, I knew she was susceptible this way.
"How many times can we make Bella come?" She yelped, and I could already smell her wetness. The floral musk was all too recognizable in the air and my mouth watered.
I don't always do this, but a moment this delicious calls for it.
I closed my eyes and surged my full Eradicator strength, selfishly, simply to enjoy the moment. I surged a great amount of strength and concentrated. When I opened my eyes, the world was suddenly at a standstill around me, and I was unusually strong in it.
I picked up Bella by her pert bottom and pushed her slender frame against the wall. The smell of her shampoo coming off in waves from her wet hair was driving me crazy.
Bella who was cradled in my arms against the wall was just beginning to notice the change in scenery. I let my eyes rake down her body. Her lips were still forming an "o" from the astonishment of blinking and realizing that next she was being pinned against the wall.
Bella was as light as a feather in this dimension, and I shifted my arms, settling on using only a single hand to cup her pert bottom.
In Bella's eyes, everything I was doing must've been simple blurs to her, but I used my free hand to play with her sensitive breasts, leisurely kiss the spot in her neck that I knew would drive her crazy. I swiped my tongue across the soft skin there, hoping to soothe any mark I might've left.
Bella had finally blinked, realizing that I had switched into Eradicator mode, and the details of recognition in her face reflecting back to me in slow motion were delicious.
I pushed myself into her with a hiss.
So fucking tight.
With my head spinning, I relished the details that would've been amiss without the pause in time. She gasped moments later, when the sensation of me filling her caught up to her senses.
Her breath was as leisurely as a long sigh at this speed, her jaw dropped just a half inch, but enough to expose her teeth and tongue between her parted lips. The sight made my mouth water. A drop of sweat rolled down from her temple and onto her cleavage.
Impossibly, I grew harder at that particular detail and licked the droplet away with my tongue. I couldn't resist thrusting into her. My free hand cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples lovingly, applying just enough pressure as I continued to drive myself into her. I offered the same attention to her clit, knowing she would need it to come.
Bella's body must've recognized the stimulus it had been given all at once, her nipples instantly hardened before me. Even her toes pointed. Her lips began leaking wetness. It wasn't long until that liquid slid down, filling my cupped hand that held her up.
My heart rate began speeding up against my will at the feeling of her warm wetness in my hand.
That's it; there's no holding myself back.
I pulled her back down. I lined myself up at her entrance, just holding myself there. I prayed to every god out there that I would resist the temptation until she was ready. A full minute had passed and Bella's lashes began fluttering at the contact.
she knows I'm here now. I gave her just amother moment before I slowly slid myself into her right wet heat. Her lidded eyes blinked once before they rolled back ever so slightly before they slid closed and I pushed into her. I groaned unabashedly knowing she wouldn't hear it.
Only when we were love making did I ever used the entirety of my strength as an Eradicator.
I used the excess speed to thrust into her multiple times, forcing another orgasm from her within seconds of picking her up, though for me I'd lasted for many minutes. As she clenched around me, I lost myself in her, roaring as I did.
This life was too good.
It was an understatement to say that I wanted this forever. She was my eternity, and I would remind her over and over, for as long as it would take.
"I love you." I whispered. Let me say it, just one more time.