This chapter is explicit once again. I have two chapters pre-written, so I'll be posting those on time. I'm planning on posting the other one shot for Twilight, but it'll be a while. I have it pre-written, but I want to wait for a special occasion ;) I'm also working on another fanfiction, but I don't know if I'll ever post it. It's really out there and not a lot of people know about what I'm writing about and my obsession is a little...concerning. So we'll see.

Until next time! :)

-CL

Bella nods and I kiss her lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I bite her lower lip and she gasps, grabbing my hair. I tease her, placing my tip in her. Already her juices are flowing all over again, making her thighs slick. I guide her hands to the chaise, forcing her onto her knees. "It's just me, my dear whore," I murmur, relaxing her. She nods and I stick two fingers in her. She jumps up, not expecting the intrusion. I push her down and work my fingers until she's moaning. I move my thumb to her clit, but move it away before she falls over the edge. "What a good whore you are," I murmur, putting myself flush against her. "Do you feel how hard I am?" Bella nods. "It's because of you, my dear whore."

I step back and take in Bella on her knees, her head on the chaise, with her fingers gripping it tightly. I get on my knees next to her and thrust my length into her. "Maxon!" she screams, not expecting me. I can barely fit myself in her. She's squeezing me, her screams echoing. "Fuck, please, Maxon," she begs trying to adjust herself to fit me.

"It's good practice," I pant, trying another angle. This time it works and I slide in nicely. Her screams turn into a moan, squeezing me tightly. I almost come right now, but I want to relish this. I pull out, and she collapses onto the floor in a heap. "Nuh-uh," I say, helping back onto the chaise.

I slam into her and she screams. "Maxon!" I keep on slamming into her, almost making her collapse. "Oh my-" she starts, but screams when I hit her spot. The scream turns into a moan and she shatters, collapsing. She shudders, squeezing me tighter. I lose my fight and join her, shuddering. We both fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs, panting. "Fuck, Maxon," she says.

"Feel better, my dear?" I ask, kissing her sweaty forehead. She nods and stands on shaky legs. "I'll help," I say. We clean up our mess before we start getting ready for dinner.

An hour later, I'm sitting on the bed, scrolling through my phone. "Ready?" Bella asks, walking out of the bathroom.

I look up and smile. "You're perfect." She's wearing a flowy, white mini dress, accenting her bump. She opted for gold strappy sandals with no heels, keeping her swollen feet comfortable. Her hair is down and in its natural state. She's wearing minimal gold jewelry and a natural face of makeup. She blushes and smiles, bouncing over to me. She kisses me quickly on the lips, there and back. "Yes, I'm ready to go, my dear." I offer my arm and she takes it.

Suddenly, Bella grimaces and squeezes my arm. "What's the matter, my dear?" I ask, glancing down at her.

"N-nothing," she responds through gritted teeth. I give her a look and she sighs, releasing the tension from her body. "The baby's kicking? I'm not entirely sure, but it's painful."

"Could it be contractions?" I ask, pulling her closer to me.

"I-I don't think so. I bet it was just a fluke," she reasons. "If not, I'll ask Dr. Corden at dinner. Now, let's go before we're late."


Bella laughs, but I can tell it's forced. Her knuckles are white from gripping the chair and her smile doesn't seem genuine. I squeeze her arm and she glances at me. I nod my head toward Dr. Corden, telling her she needs to tell him. She ignores me with a shake of her head and faces Ames. "So, what did you need to tell me, Ames?" she asks, her hand relaxing. I shake my head, worried.

Ames turns to Dr. Corden-Michael. "Michael?"

Bella almost chokes on her water but recovers. "We're on a first-name basis? What did I miss while I was out?"

"We're dating," Ames announces, kissing D-Michael.

Bella beams, standing up and hugging Ames. "It's about time. What-it took a near-death experience for you two to confess?"

Ames flushes and nods. "I guess so."

"Congratulations. I'm happy for you two," Bella replies, giving Michael a hug. "How long?"

"Since we got you back," Ames murmurs. "I know that sounds inappropriate, but-"

"You don't need to give excuses, Ames. It's fine; I'm glad you two are now together, I promise," Bella says, a hand over her heart. I come up behind her and she rests her head on my chest, a hand on her stomach. "So, have you guys done anything special?"

"Not really. This is the first time, but really it's a double date. We do want some alone time, but it's hard with Annabella," Michael says, gesturing to Annabella in her high chair. As if on cue, she starts crying and America takes her out, rocking her.

"Dr. Corden-"

"Please, call me Michael."

Bella nods and continues. "Alright, Michael. If you need us to watch Annabella, I'm sure we can fit time into our schedule so you two can go out."

"Thanks for offering, but Marlee and Carter already offered. I think they enjoy it. Marlee claims it's to prepare them for their own children," Ames says, shrugging. "I mean, either way, we get to go out on our own."

At this Isabella walks in, carrying in dessert. Isabella, Bella's personal maid, decided that she wanted to work in the kitchen. Bella didn't even hesitate to let her go nor did she get any other maids, but it doesn't really matter since she either dresses herself or has me, Ames, or sometimes even Marlee help her. She rarely uses maids; she claims that she likes getting ready herself. I don't bother her about it because each time she gets ready she's hot as fuck. America's eyes light up at the strawberry tarts and we all laugh, sitting back down. As soon as Isabella leaves, Ames jumps on the tarts, taking the whole plate. "Hey, what if I want one?" I ask. America shoots daggers at me and shrugs, causing all of us to laugh. I turn to Bella and see her hunched in her chair. "Bella, are you alright?" She doesn't seem to hear me and that's when I notice her heavy breathing. "Bella?"