Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter, I didn't know if you were going to like it, I am glad you did.

A Second Chance

14

December had arrived, bringing with it a chill in the air and the warmth of the holiday season. Bella and Edward had been inseparable, their relationship growing stronger with each passing day. They had shared countless moments of laughter, love, and passion, but there was still one hurdle they hadn't faced—telling their families about their blossoming romance.

Bella was especially nervous about meeting Edward's mother, Esmeralda or "Esme" as Edward said she liked to be called. She knew the woman was protective of her son and had high expectations for the woman who would eventually become her daughter-in-law. Bella reminded Edward that she had seen Esme countless of times over the years, but has never talked to her. The fear of rejection gnawed at Bella's stomach like a hungry animal. Edward had assured her countless times that his mother was kind and understanding, but she couldn't shake the doubt that whispered through her mind.

"Mi amor, she is not going to hate you," Edward said. Bella nodded, trying to believe his words.

Bella loved when he called her that after he explained what it meant. James called her honey, he never called her my love, which is what Edward always called her.

"Did she liked Kate?"

Bella's question hung in the air like a thick fog, her voice tinged with anxiety. Edward looked at her with a gentle smile, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Yes, she did," he assured her. "But Kate and I...that was a different time. You can't compare to her."

Bella nodded, trying to absorb his words. She knew Edward was right, but the fear of not being good enough for his mother's approval was a heavy burden to bear.

"Look, Edward, James' mother didn't like me, she died shortly after we married."

"Did she mistreat you?"

"No, she was polite. But I could tell she wasn't happy with the choice James made. She was always nice to my face, but it was clear she didn't approve." Bella's voice was small, her thoughts drifting back to the tense dinner parties and awkward holiday gatherings.

"She thought I was a snob, that James was trying too hard to be with me." Edward's expression grew serious as he listened to Bella's concerns. "Bella, my mom is not like that. She's going to love you," he said, his voice filled with certainty.

"Okay," she finally said. "We have to tell our friends too," Bella added.

"Yes," Edward nodded, his arms around her waist. "Do you think your friends will like me?" Edward asked.

"They will love you," she said, looking into his eyes.

The conference room buzzed with the low murmur of anticipation as Bella stepped onto the stage, her heels clicking against the polished wood. She wore a sleek, black pantsuit that hugged her curves and exuded professionalism with a hint of seductive flair. Edward couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he watched her, his heart swelling with affection. She was a force to be reckoned with.

Her presentation slides lit up the room with their vivid colors, and Bella's voice was clear and confident as she spoke about the latest advancements in their field. Her passion for the topic was palpable, and Edward felt his body respond to her commanding presence. He had never seen her like this—so self-assured and powerful—and it was incredibly arousing.

Bella's eyes scanned the room, pausing briefly on Edward's. He gave her a subtle nod of encouragement, his gaze lingering on her full lips as they moved with purpose. He imagined the sound of her voice, low and breathy, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, and his body tightened in his seat. It was all he could do to keep from crossing the room and kissing her right there, in front of everyone. More so, when every male in the room clung to her every word and their eyes moved every time she moved across the stage.

The material she presented was complex, but she broke it down with ease, using anecdotes and humor to keep the audience engaged. Her gestures were precise, her hands moving gracefully through the air as if conducting an orchestra of information. Edward felt his pulse quicken as he watched her, her confidence and intelligence a potent aphrodisiac. Edward's arousal grew, his thoughts racing with images of peeling away that professional façade to reveal the fiery passion beneath.

As soon as the final slide vanished from the screen, the room erupted in applause. Bella took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the rush of adrenaline. She offered a charming smile and took a graceful bow before Edward could even stand up. He knew he had to move quickly to get to her before the eager men descended upon her.

He pushed his chair back and strode through the aisle, his eyes locked on Bella's glowing form. She was radiant in the spotlight, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with triumph. The men in the audience were already rising from their seats, eager to be the first to offer their congratulations and ask for her professional insights. Edward felt a fierce protectiveness surge through him.

As he approached the stage, he took a deep breath and reminded himself of their new dynamic—he was not just her boyfriend, but also her boss. He offered his hand to help her down the stairs, and she took it, her gaze shyly dropping to their entwined fingers.

"You were amazing up there," Edward said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Bella's grip tightened around his hand as she stepped down from the stage. "Thank you," she said, her smile warm but professional. She could feel the heat of his palm, the tension in his fingers, and she knew he was fighting to keep their relationship within the confines of their professional roles.

Edward's eyes searched hers, and she knew he was looking for any sign of distress. He was so attuned to her, so aware of her feelings. It was a stark contrast to her previous marriage where James had often dismissed her emotions as inconsequential. She took a moment to appreciate this newfound consideration before shifting her focus to the throng of colleagues approaching.

Maintaining their professional persona, Edward introduced her to the crowd as his employee, not his girlfriend. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, but Edward's touch was firm, a silent reassurance that she was not alone. Each time a male lingered too long, Edward would smoothly redirect the conversation, subtly claiming his territory without causing a scene.

After the successful presentation, Bella and Edward went to a nearby café for lunch. The warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the frigid December air outside, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. They sat at a cozy booth in the corner, their eyes locked as they discussed the morning's triumph. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even amidst the business chatter. Bella felt a thrill run down her spine as Edward's hand brushed against her leg under the table, his touch sending electric jolts through her body.

They ordered sandwiches and shared a bottle of wine, their conversation a delightful dance between work and playful banter. Edward listened intently as Bella talked about her future work plans for the upcoming year, his interest in her dreams unmistakable. He was going to make sure she achieved them. She didn't know, but he was planning on giving her more responsibilities at the office. He knew she was going to freak out as she would worry about what the other employees would say, but she wasn't the only one getting promoted. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly seen and valued. Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of other patrons.

After lunch, Bella stepped out into the cold, feeling Edward's eyes on her until she was out of sight. Bella had the rest of the day off. They agreed to meet later at her apartment.

Her mind was racing with thoughts about the upcoming meeting with Edward's mother. She decided to visit her favorite boutique to find the perfect dress to make a good first impression. She tried on several dresses, each one more stunning than the last, but nothing seemed quite right. Finally, she found it—a Christmas green dress that hugged her in all the right places and made her feel like a million bucks. She bought it without hesitation, knowing Edward would love it. She bought a few things for gifts and a couple of more outfits for the upcoming festivities. It was going to be an active holiday season for her.

After the shopping spree, Bella went to her regular Pilates class to work off some of the pre-meeting jitters. She pushed through the routine with renewed vigor, her muscles screaming but her mind clearing. The burn in her core was a welcome distraction from her anxiety. Sweat trickled down her neck and back as she focused on her breathing, the movements becoming almost meditative.

Post-workout, Bella treated herself to a protein smoothie from the juice bar next door. She took a deep sip, the coolness of the shake hitting the spot. The blend of banana, spinach, and almond milk was surprisingly delicious, giving her the boost she needed to tackle the rest of the day. She felt reenergized as she climbed into her car and headed to her hot yoga session.

The studio was warm and welcoming, the faint scent of incense tickling her nose as she stepped inside. She checked in and found her spot in the dimly lit room, laying out her mat and towel with care. The instructor's soothing voice guided the class through a series of poses that left her feeling both relaxed and invigorated. The heat of the room seemed to melt away her worries, allowing her to focus on her breath and the stretch of her muscles.

As she flowed through downward dog and warrior one, Bella couldn't help but think about Edward's touch, the way his hand had felt on her leg under the table at lunch. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the challenge of the yoga practice. Each pose brought a new level of intensity, and she could feel the sweat rolling down her body, a testament to her determination.

The instructor's calming words and the rhythmic sound of breaths around her helped to soothe her racing thoughts. Bella took a deep inhale, feeling the warm air fill her lungs before exhaling slowly, pushing her fears away with the carbon dioxide. She closed her eyes, focusing on the heat of the room, the sticky mat beneath her, and the way her muscles stretched and trembled. The practice was a reminder of her inner strength, and she drew from it as she prepared to face the evening ahead.

After class, Bella emerged into the crisp December air, feeling both exhausted and revitalized. She had conquered the day's challenges with grace and determination. She was excited to make dinner for Edward, so she headed to the supermarket for some last-minute ingredients.

The supermarket was bustling with shoppers, the aisles lined with holiday decorations and shelves stocked with festive food. The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air, a comforting reminder of the approaching holidays. She grabbed what she needed quickly and went her way home.

Edward was on her couch wearing just a pair of basketball shorts working on his end of the year report when Bella arrived. She was wearing an oversized hoodie jacket unzipped. He noticed what she was wearing underneath when he helped her with her bags. He gulped at the sight of her.

"That's what you wore to yoga?" Edward said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Bella looked down at her workout gear, a smirk playing on her lips. "What's wrong with it?" she teased, knowing full well the effect she had on him.

"Nothing," Edward managed to say, his eyes lingering on her form. "It's just...you look..."

"I know," Bella said, her cheeks flushing slightly. She knew she looked good in the tight outfit that clung to her curves.

Edward's eyes followed her as she moved into the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter and cold items in the fridge with a grace that seemed to defy the exhaustion she must have felt after her workout. He couldn't help but admire her from afar, her lithe body moving with the ease of a dancer, the muscles in her legs flexing with every step.

"What are we having for dinner?" He called out, his voice strained with desire.

"I thought I'd make us some stea—"

Before Bella could finish her sentence, Edward was behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Let's save the cooking for later," he murmured into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was warm and minty, and she could feel the heat of his body through his shorts.

"You have been driving me nuts all day, Ms. Swan, loco I tell you, loco!"

Bella giggled, feeling Edward's warm breath on her neck as his hands moved up to caress her bare skin. She leaned back into his embrace, his hard body pressing into hers. "And what do you propose we do about that?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

He spun her around, his eyes dark with desire. "I propose we take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "Your presentation was incredible, and I can't wait to tell you exactly how much I enjoyed watching you command the room."

Bella felt her own desire flare up, the anticipation of their private celebration making her knees wobble. "But dinner," she protested weakly, her eyes darting to the kitchen.

"Fuck dinner!" Edward said with a growl, his hand cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. His eyes were smoldering with lust. "You come first."

With a swiftness that belied his desire, Edward scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. The weight of her in his arms was like nothing he's ever felt before. The smell of her sweat and the hint of her sweet perfume was intoxicating...

Bella's hands trembled slightly as she applied her lipstick, a rich shade of red that Edward had told her looked stunning. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach.

Edward arrived promptly at 6 PM, looking sharp in a gray suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. Bella's heart skipped a beat when she saw him, and she felt a sudden rush of nerves. She knew meeting his parents was a big deal, and she wanted to make a good impression.

"You look amazing," Edward said as he took in her Christmas green dress, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. His eyes were filled with affection and desire, and she felt a warmth spread through her.

Bella took a deep breath and managed a smile, squeezing his hand tighter. "Thank you," she whispered, trying to ignore the nausea churning in her stomach. She knew this was an important moment for them, and she didn't want to ruin it with her nerves.

In the car, Edward's hand was a steady force, his thumb stroking the back of her hand in a comforting rhythm. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound of his voice as he talked about his family, his childhood, and the traditions they held dear. His stories painted a picture of a warm, loving home, and she hoped she could fit into that picture.

As they pulled up to the house, she couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety form in her stomach. "Do your parents know I'm fifteen years younger than you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Edward's eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "They do," he said, his thumb continuing its reassuring strokes. "But age is just a number, mi amor. It's who you are that matters."

"You keep saying that." Bella pointed out.

"Well, it's true," Edward said, turning off the engine and reaching over to kiss her forehead. "They're going to love you."

Bella took a deep breath and nodded, trying to believe him. They walked up the path to the house, the crunch of gravel beneath their feet echoing in the quiet night. The house was beautifully lit with Christmas lights, a warm glow spilling out onto the lawn.

When they entered, the aroma of roasting chicken and something sweet baking greeted them, filling the air with a comforting embrace. Edward's mother, Esme, emerged from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she saw her son. She was a petite, elegant woman, her hair the same shade as Edward and he had her green eyes.

"Welcome to our home." she said, enveloping Bella in a warm hug.

"Gracias," Bella replied. She had been practicing the word all week.

Bella's tension eased slightly, the warmth of Esme's embrace more genuine than she had dared to hope. Edward's father, Carlisle, emerged from his study, his face breaking into a wide smile.

"Edward, it's good to see you," he said, shaking his hand firmly before turning to Bella. "And you must be the lovely Isabella we've heard so much about."

Alice, Edward's sister, and her husband Jasper appeared from the living room, their smiles equally as warm. The woman who had helped her divorce now stood before her in a pink sweater, her blue eyes gleaming with happiness. Jasper, offered a friendly nod, his eyes flickering with curiosity.

"Bella, this is Jasper," Edward said, his hand on the small of her back. Jasper stepped forward, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Howdy, Isabella," he said, his Texas accent thick and charming.

Bella felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing at the contact. She had heard so much about his family, but meeting them in person was a different experience entirely. They were all so beautiful, their features striking and unique.

The evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter. Bella felt herself relaxing, drawn into the warm embrace of Edward's family. They were curious about her, asking questions about her life and career with a genuine interest that made her feel valued. She told them stories about her childhood and her love for books and cooking, and they shared their own tales of family vacations and holiday traditions.

During dinner, Edward couldn't help but watch Bella as she chatted with his parents, her eyes sparkling with humor and intelligence. He felt a swell of love and pride as he listened to her discussing her work with the same passion and confidence she had at the conference. His heart skipped a beat as he watched his mother's eyes light up with admiration for his girlfriend.

After having quesillo for dessert, the conversation grew quieter as the family sat in the living room, the crackling fire casting a warm glow over the Christmas tree.

"Y son novios ya?" Esme asked.

"What did she say?" Bella asked.

"She asked if we are boyfriend and girlfriend," Edward explained. "Mom, why don't we..." Alice started to say but Edward cut her off.

"We are mom, we are, but this goes beyond that." Edward said, his mother smiled.

"Good," she smiled.

"Papa, why don't we give them some space? Let them talk alone for a little bit." Edward said as he knew his mother would want to talk to Bella alone.

Carlisle looked at him, then at Bella, then nodded. "It's a good idea, son," he said, patting Edward on the back. "We'll be in the study if you need us."

The rest of the family slowly made their way out of the room, leaving Bella and Esme in the living room sitting across from each other, the silence thick with unspoken words.

"You know," Esme began, her eyes searching Bella's face, "I was worried when Edward told me he had met someone new. But when I see the way he looks at you, I know you're the one."

Bella's heart felt like it might burst from her chest. "I didn't know he talked to you about me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, Edward doesn't have to say much for me to know how much you mean to him," Esme said, her eyes crinkling with affection. "He lights up when he speaks your name. It's been a long time since I've seen him this happy."

Bella felt a lump form in her throat. "I...I love him too," she confessed, her voice shaky.

Esme leaned forward, her gaze softening. "Bella, I know this might be overwhelming, but I want you to know that you're part of this family now. We're here for you, no matter what."

Bella's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with gratitude.

Esme reached over and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Now, tell me more about you, I know you work...for him, and that you recently divorced."

"That doesn't bother you? It's been only a few months."

"Bella, my dear, love doesn't come with an expiration date. Edward is a grown man and he knows what makes him happy," Esme said warmly. "And if you make him happy, then we are happy."

Bella felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had been so nervous about Edward's family's reaction to her past, but here they were, accepting her with open arms.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Now," Esme leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye, "tell me about this amazing cooking skill of yours. Edward said you could make a five-course meal with your eyes closed. Is that true?"

Bella laughed, feeling more at ease. "I wouldn't say that, but I do enjoy cooking. Maybe you could teach me some Venezuelan recipes? I would love to be able to cook Edward his favorite meal," Esme's eyes lit up at the mention of her native cuisine.

"Of course, dear. I have so many recipes that I know Edward loves. It would be my pleasure to pass them on to you."

"Thank you," Bella smiled.

"Were you worried about coming to dinner?"

"A little," Bella admitted. "Why?" Esme's question was gentle, but the concern in his eyes was clear.

"I know what happened with his last relationship and I...I didn't want to be the next person who didn't live up to your expectations," Bella said softly, her eyes meeting Edward's mother's.

Esme's expression softened, and she reached out to cover Bella's hand with her own. "Edward's last relationship was a mistake, one that he punished himself for a while. Yes, I didn't approve of her and with good reason, sometimes a mother hates being right."

"And Kate?"

Esme sighed, looking into the fireplace. "Kate was... a tragic loss. But Edward is a different man now. You remind me of her a little bit," Esme said.

Bella's eyes widened in surprise. "How?"

"Strong, independent, beautiful, but more importantly, you love my son unconditionally, like Kate did. And Edward loves you too, Bella. I see it in his eyes."

Bella felt a warmth spread through her chest. "I do love him. So much," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Have you told him?"

Bella's eyes searched Esme's face, understanding the unspoken question. She took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No, I haven't," she admitted. "I've been waiting for the right moment."

Esme nodded, her expression sympathetic. "He deserves to know, Bella."

"I will tell him soon," Bella promised.

"You met Carlisle in Venezuela?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, darling, it was during my college summer break," Esme said, her eyes glazed over as she reminisced. "He was there for a mission trip, but he fell in love with the country, and more importantly, with me," she laughed lightly. "He decided to stay and bought an office space where people from any social status could get healthcare. With hard work and a bit of luck, he built a successful private practice, amidst the crisis the country was under," Esme recounted.

"I was his secretary, I helped with the language barrier. He knew Spanish but not much, I tutored him. We were together for a year before I found out I was pregnant. We married a few weeks later, and Edward was born in the summer of 84'."

"And just so you know, Carlisle is twelve years older than me," Esme smiled.

How did Esme know she was worried about the age difference?

Bella's eyes searched Esme's face, looking for any sign of judgment or disapproval. But all she saw was understanding and warmth.

"I know it's not traditional, but love rarely is," Esme continued. "What matters is how well you know each other, how you support each other, and the future you build together."

Bella took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from her chest. "I had a...complicated situation before I decided to give Edward a chance," she began, her voice tentative. "My ex-husband, James, was...inattentive after a while. I spent a lot of time alone in our home, even when he was there. There was no intimacy, we barely exchanged words. Until one day we argued and he grabbed my arms and shook me hard. That's when I decided to end it,"

Esme's hand tightened around hers, offering silent support. Bella continued, hoping the woman didn't think less of her after her story. "It was scary, but I had to do it for myself," she added, looking into Esme's eyes.

"You are so much stronger than you know, Bella," Esme said, her voice filled with admiration. "You've been through so much and still have the courage to open your heart again. That's something to be proud of."

Bella felt a tear slip down her cheek, which she quickly brushed away. "Gra...gracias," she murmured, her voice shaky.

Just then Edward decided they'd been alone for too long and he reemerged in the living room with Carlisle in tow.

"Mom, I hope you didn't embarrass me too much," he said.

"We barely talked about you," Esme stuck her tongue out to her son.

Alice and Jasper returned, "Look who woke up," Alice said, holding a bundle in her arms. Bella's eyes widened as she realized it was a baby. She hadn't known Alice had a child. The little one looked up at her with curious eyes, a tiny hand reaching out.

"This is Alicia Jazmin," Alice said. The little girl had a shock of blonde hair and the same piercing blue eyes as her parents. She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over the baby's tiny fingers.

"How old is she?"

"Six months," Edward said, "Would you like to hold her?"

Bella nodded, her heart melting at the sight of the baby. Alice carefully handed her over, and she took her into her arms. The baby was so light, so perfect. She looked up at Edward, her eyes shining.

Edward's chest tightened as he watched Bella with Alicia. The way she cradled the baby, her gentle touch and soft whispers of sweet nothings, it was like watching a mother with her own child. The sight filled him with a warmth that seemed to spread through his entire body. He closed the space between them to whisper in her ear.

"One day we'll make one of those,"

Bella's eyes shot to Edward's, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. The unspoken promise in his words resonated deep within her, and she felt a flutter of hope. There was a flash and they were startled, Alice had taken a picture of them.

"It's a beautiful moment," Alice said with a knowing smile.

Bella nodded, her eyes still on the baby.

The conversation continued around them, they talked about the holiday plans, the upcoming ski trip they had all planned together, and the gifts they were hoping to give and receive. Bella felt a strange sense of belonging, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Suddenly, the room grew quiet as Alicia began to whine, her tiny face scrunched up in a fuss.

"Looks like someone needs her mommy," Jasper said, his voice low and soothing.

Alice took Alicia from Bella's arms, her eyes meeting Edward's, the same excitement reflected in both of their gazes. "We'll go feed her," Alice said, "It was nice having you here Bella, please don't be a stranger," Alice added as she retreated with Jasper close behind.

"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious as always," Edward said, hugging Esme.

"You know you can always come for more," Esme replied, handing over a Tupperware container to Edward. "Here, I packed some quesillo for the two of you. Don't eat it all Edward!"

Edward took it with a grin, knowing that his mother's cooking was something special that Bella needed to experience more of. "Thank you, mom."

As they stepped out into the cold night air, Edward wrapped his arm around Bella's shoulders, pulling her close. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I think it went well," she said, looking up at him. The stars twinkled above them, a stark contrast to the warm light spilling out from the house. "Your family is amazing."

"They think you're pretty amazing too," Edward said, his arm tightening around her. "I could see it in their eyes."

"They do?" Bella whispered, her heart swelling with joy.

"Yes, they do," Edward confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

In Bella's apartment, the silence was filled with the sweet echoes of their shared laughter and the warmth of their newfound understanding. Edward put the Tupperware in the fridge while Bella changed into more comfortable clothes. When she emerged, she found him in the living room, his phone in hand, playing a soft tune through the speaker.

He turned to her with a hopeful smile. "Dance with me?" he asked, holding out a hand.

The music was a soft ballad with a melody that seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket, and despite the nerves still fluttering in her stomach.

"What are they saying?" she asked. As the song was in Spanish.

"They're basically singing about what they would make the woman they desire feel if she just accepted them," Bella felt a warmth spread through her as Edward spun her slowly. She closed her eyes and let the music wash over her even though she didn't understand the lyrics.

Edward's kisses grew more insistent, his hands roaming over her body as they danced. His words, whispered in her ear, were a mix of English and Spanish, sweet nothings that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She could feel his breath against her skin, his warmth surrounding her as if trying to absorb her into his very essence.

"Te amo tanto," he whispered.

Bella smiled and kissed him, "I love you too, Edward," she just fulfilled the promise she'd made to Esme.

They swayed together, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. The warmth from the fireplace danced across their skin, casting a soft glow on their faces.

"I want you," he murmured against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

"Now?" she whispered, her eyes searching his.

"Now," he confirmed, his voice deep and sure.

Without breaking their dance, Edward's hand slid down to the small of Bella's back, gently pulling her closer until she was pressed against him. She could feel his arousal, his need for her as palpable as the air around them. His other hand found the zipper at the back of her dress, and he slowly lowered it, letting the fabric pool around her feet.

Her breath hitched as Edward's hands caressed her bare skin, his fingertips tracing the curve of her spine and the swell of her ass. She stepped out of the dress, her eyes never leaving his. The music grew more urgent, the beat matching the pounding of her heart. Her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. He helped her, shrugging it off and tossing it aside, revealing his muscular chest.

They kissed again, deeper this time, their tongues dancing together as their bodies grew more entwined. Edward's hands found the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with a gentle tug. He took one in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue while his hand massaged the other, causing her to arch her back and gasp.

Bella's hands roamed over Edward's chest, feeling the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She reached down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His erection sprang free, and she took him in her hand, stroking him lightly as he groaned in pleasure.

The music grew more intense, the singer's voice rising and falling with their passion. Without difficulty Edward laid her down on the floor in front of the crackling fireplace. The flames danced in her eyes as he spread her legs and began to trace the line of her sex with his finger. "Mi diosa," he murmured, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine. He licked his finger and then stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers. He removed her panties, exposing her to the warmth of the room. He knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with desire as he took in her beauty.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her clit, making her hips jerk.

Bella's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Edward," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

Her hands tangled in his hair as they kissed, the warmth of the fireplace dancing shadows across their bodies as Edward entered her with a gentle, yet insistent thrust. Bella's eyes flew open, meeting his, the green depths of his irises seemingly endless in the firelight. "You feel so good," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

"I love you," Edward murmured, his voice thick with lust. He began to move, his hips rolling into hers, each stroke bringing a wave of pleasure that made her toes curl.

"And I love you," she panted, her body responding to his touch every time they were together felt like the first.

Edward kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he pushed into her deeper. "Más," she whispered, her hips rising to meet his, urging him on.

"You're so wet," he groaned, the slickness of her arousal making every movement feel like heaven. "I want to hear you scream my name,"

"Edward," she moaned, her body writhing beneath his, desperate for more.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, his hips driving into hers with a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head, as he hit just the right spot. The flames of the fireplace cast a flickering light across their entwined bodies, painting them in hues of red and gold.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans. Edward's hand cupped her breast, his thumb playing with the nipple as he kissed down her chest. "So sensitive," he whispered, his teeth grazing her skin before capturing the peak between his lips.

"Oh God," Bella gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched into the touch. He kissed a trail down her stomach, his hands sliding down to her hips to hold her in place. "Love me," she moaned, her voice desperate.

Edward's mouth found hers again, his tongue sliding past her parted lips in a fiery dance that made her core tighten with need. "Forever," he promised before he pushed into her, filling her completely.

Bella's eyes widened in pleasure as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. "Yes," she hissed, her nails digging further into his back. The fire cast a warm glow over their entwined bodies, making Edward's skin look like it was kissed by the sun.

Edward's movements grew more urgent, his hips driving into hers with a force that had Bella's eyes rolling back in her head. She could feel her orgasm building, a delicious pressure that coiled in her stomach and spread out through her body like wildfire. "I'm...I'm close," she panted, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Come for me," Edward groaned, his own need clear in his voice. He kissed her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hand found her clit. He circled it with a firm pressure that had her toes curling. The sensation was exquisite, and she could feel the tension in her body building, reaching the peak of pleasure.

Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of ecstasy that had her crying out his name as she clutched at him. Her body convulsed around his, her legs tightening around his waist as he thrust into her, the fire in her eyes matching the heat of the flames. Edward's eyes never left hers, the connection between them palpable as he felt her climax and let out a deep, guttural moan as he filled her up.

"Mi vida," he whispered, his strokes becoming slower, more deliberate as they both rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. "You're mine," he added, his voice possessive.

Bella's eyes snapped open, the intensity of his gaze piercing through her soul. "Yours," she agreed, the word barely a breath as she felt him deep inside her. The fire crackled in the background, the flames licking the logs like a lover's kiss.

When their heartbeats went back to normal they left the living room and took a quick shower in Bella's bathroom. Afterwards they laid in bed, Bella's head on Edward's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. She felt safe, cherished, and more in love than ever before.

"Meeting your family went better than I expected," Edward chuckled, stroking her hair. "I told you," Bella nodded, feeling the warmth of his love washing over her.

"But it is not over yet," she said after a few minutes of silence.

Edward's hand stopped mid-stroke, his eyes opening wide. "What do you mean?"

"On Sunday we're going to tell Charlie."

Did meeting the rest of Edward's family went like you expected? We are almost at the end with this one! :-(

Translations:

Mi amor-My love

Te amo- I love you

Mas- more

Mi diosa-My goddess

Mi vida- My life

The song they were listening to is: Aqui Estoy Yo sung by- Luis Fonsi, David Bisbal, Noel Scharis, and Alex Syntek (one of my favorites to be honest)