Edward spread a blanket on the ground under a large oak tree. Sitting down they looked over the park and just soaked in the ambiance of the view. Since it was a beautiful day, the park was full of families and friends enjoying the weather.
“Bella would you push me on the swing, please?” Elizabeth asked eyeing the large swing set.
“Of course,” Bella answered with a genuine smile, then looked at Edward. “Are you coming with us?”
“No, I am going to stay here and protect the basket from the ants,” he joked.
Bella stood, offering her hand to Elizabeth who took it as she led her small charge towards the swings. Edward couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. Elizabeth was chatting away and Bella was intently listening to her. Once they got to the swings, Bella bent down, picked up Elizabeth and placed her on the seat. She walked behind her and carefully began to push. He couldn’t hear Elizabeth, but he could see the joy on her face. As he looked at Bella, she had a similar expression. They appeared perfect together, just like they were meant to be. After a while, Bella slowed Elizabeth down and when she finally came to a stop, she assisted her off. Elizabeth took off running towards him, with Bella jogging behind her. Their ponytails swishing with each step.
“DADDY!” Elizabeth yelled as she got closer. “Did you see how high I went?”
Edward opened his arms and she jumped in. “I did. I bet you could almost touch the sun.”
“Uh-huh. Bella is the most bestest pusher,” Elizabeth gushed.
Bella sat down and rubbed her hand down Elizabeth back. She was the most delightful child. In all her dreams, if she could have had a child, it would have been just like her.
“Are you hungry, Ladybug?” Edward asked.
“YES!” Elizabeth bubbled.
Bella moved over and helped Edward retrieve the food and plates from the basket. Taking one of the plates, she placed one of the sandwiches on it, then cut it in half diagonally. Putting some pasta salad and strawberries on the plate, she placed it in front of Elizabeth. Bella then poured Elizabeth’s juice in a cup with a lid, handing it to her.
Edward watched in awe on how Bella was taking care of Elizabeth. Even going as far as to cut her sandwich into halves. She was a natural mother, there was no doubt and he allowed his mind to wander, with her holding their child in her arms. It would look like her with dark mahogany hair and brown eyes with little flakes of gold.
“Edward, are you okay?” Bella asked.
“I couldn’t be better, sweetheart,” he said leaning over placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Ohdaddekissyou,” Elizabeth murmured her mouth full of food.
“Elizabeth, sweetie, it is not ladylike to talk with food in your mouth,” Bella instructed.
Elizabeth chewed and chewed, then when her mouth was empty, she said. “Sorry, Miss Bella.”
Bella moved over and placed her arm around her. “It is okay, sweetie and please call me Bella when we are out of dance studio.”
“Really? I would like that,” Elizabeth exclaimed.
After lunch, Edward took the basket back to the car and they took a walk around the park hand in hand. Many people stopped and complimented on how lovely they were. More than once, Bella had been told that Elizabeth looked just like her and she must be a very proud mother. Each time Bella thanked each person for their wonderful comment, but not once did she deny that Elizabeth wasn’t her child. It was just one more thing that he loved about her. He wasn’t going to deny it, he was in love with Bella Swan and soon he would ask her to join his family as the missing pieces, a wife and a mother.
Over the next two weeks, Edward and Bella spent every available moment together. Bella and Elizabeth had gone to a ballet performance, in which Elizabeth requested that they would dress in similar outfits. Several of Bella’s friends that she hadn’t seen in years were shocked that they didn’t know that she had had a child. She might not have given birth to Elizabeth but she thought of her as her own.
Elizabeth was getting excited about her upcoming birthday. It was a joyous day, the day of her birth, but it was hard to forget that it was also the day of Maggie’s death. Edward and his parents were planning a party for her. She had invited all her new friends from the dance studio. Elizabeth wanted a ballerina theme party and Esme was making it happen with help from Bella, Rose, and Alice.
Normally Bella’s parents would be planning a grand party for her rebirth, however, she had gone to them after she realized that she was in love with both Edward and Elizabeth, asking them not to plan anything. They had been thrilled that she had found someone to love.
“What did he say when you told him about your surgery and the chance that you wouldn’t have children?” Renee asked.
“I haven’t told him yet, but he is coming over tonight for dinner and I plan to tell him everything,” Bella admitted then sighed deeply. “I just hope it doesn’t change our relationship.”
“Has he told you that he loves you?” Renee questioned.
“No, but he calls me his love and Mom I can see it in his eyes,” Bella cried.
“He is a good man and I know that if anyone should understand, he of all people would understand about your surgery and possible limitations,” Renee said.
“I truly hope so,” Bella whispered.
Edward was nervously excited about the dinner tonight. He was going to tell Bella that he loved her. Many times over the last two weeks he almost said it, but it seemed like every time he was about to say something, someone would interrupt them. Elizabeth had told him that she really loved Bella and that she would make a great mommy. This just solidified within his heart that Bella was perfect for them. He was dressed in a pair of dress pants and a blue button-down shirt. Elizabeth was spending the night with his parents because he didn’t want to worry about getting home early.
He arrived at her house with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Using his pinky finger, he pushed her doorbell. A few moments later Bella answered the door. She looked like an angel in a flowy white dress, her wavy hair was down across her delicate shoulders, and when he looked down she was barefoot.
“Edward,” she sighed.
Edward leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. Pulling back he handed her the flowers and held up the wine.
“Oh, Edward you didn’t need to bring me flowers. My house is looking like a floral shop as it is,” she giggled.
“I saw them and thought of you, my sweet. And I thought we could have the wine with dinner,” he said.
They walked in and he followed her into the kitchen. She had given him and Elizabeth the grand tour one day. He loved all the homey touches of the place and when he saw the king-size canopy bed in her bedroom he almost lost it. Thoughts of them making love in that bed remained with him all hours of the day or night.
“How was your day?” Bella asked as she stirred whatever it was in the pot.
“Busy. And you?”
“Nuts. But I hired two new instructors so hopefully, this will free me up,” she wheezed. “Hey, tonight is about us. Why don’t you open that bottle of wine? Dinner is ready.”
“Your wish is my command,” he joked.
Once the wine was opened and poured, Bella finished bringing dinner to the table. She had made her favorite chicken marsala, almond green beans, and rolls. A homemade cheesecake was in the fridge for dessert.
As they ate, the conversation between the two of them flowed. Edward helped her clear the table once they were finished. He went back to the dining room to get a bowl and returned to the kitchen to find Bella bent down putting dishes in the dishwasher. The sight made him breathless. Putting the bowl down on the table he stepped in behind her, so when she stood and turned, she was right up against his chest. Taking his hand he ran it down her from her shoulder down her arm.
“Bella,” he murmured. “I have been trying for a while now to tell you something.”
“What?” She whispered her breath heavy.
“I never thought I would love another person again in my life. However, you twirled into my life and heart. You have repaired my fractured heart and for the first time in a long time, I am genuinely happy,” he declared. Cupping her face in his hands and looking deep into her gorgeous eyes. “Bella Swan, I love you.”
Bella’s eyes teared up and a small whimper escaped her mouth. “Oh Edward, I love you too, so much.”
Edward leaned down and captured her soft lips into a kiss of promise and love. He wrapped his arms around her, as she wrapped her willowy arms around his neck, sealing their declarations with a kiss. When they were both out of breath they pulled apart, gazing into each others lust-filled eyes. “Bella,” he breathed.
“Make me yours,” Bella begged.
Edward looked at her trying to find any speck of doubt, but the only thing he saw was love for him. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom. The room was lit in the soft glow of a lamp that was beside the large bed. Placing her down on her feet he once again began kissing her.
They slowly removed each other’s clothes, laying in the middle of her bed, exploring each other’s bodies. Edward wanted to memorize each inch of her beautiful body. As he kissed down her delicate neck to her perfect breasts he stopped. There was a scar that ran the length of her breastbone. What had happened? Was she okay? “Bella?” He asked.
“I am fine, now. I promise,” she advised. “Please make love to me.”
Edward wanted to know what had happened but they had forever to learn everything about each other. He placed tender soft kisses down the scar. Cupping one breast softly as his tongue lavished her tight pink nipple. She tasted like heaven.
“Please stop the torture,” she cried.
Edward ran his finger along her jaw as he looked into the deep dark pools of her eyes; so full of want and need. Lining himself to enter her wet folds, he slowly entered her allowing her to adjust to the penetration. “God you are so tight and wet,” he groaned. “Are you okay?”
“I have never been better,” Bella moaned.
They naturally began a steady rhythm to this age-old dance. Edward continue to lavish her breasts as he picked his movements, responding to the sounds and movements Bella was making. It was not long before Edward felt her orgasm, causing his to quickly follow. Not wanting to lose the connection just yet, he remained inside her while he caught his breath. “I love you so much, Bella.”
“I love you with all my heart,” Bella wept.
Finally pulling away from her, he rolled to her side, pulling her with him. Her head laid on his chest as he rubbed his finger up and down her spine. That is how they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Around four in the morning Bella awoke with a start, realizing that she had forgotten to her meds. Easing out of Edward’s arms she got out of bed, slipping on her robe, and made her way to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but smile as she took her bottles from the cabinet. She never experienced such a deep connection during sex before. Popping the pills in her mouth she washed them down with water. Smiling as she recalled each second of their time together.
Edward awoke and felt for Bella, but the bed was empty. He waited for a few minutes to see if she might be in the bathroom, however, when she didn’t return, he got up and slipped on his underwear and pants, to go find her. There was a light on in the kitchen, so he walked towards it. Bella was standing next to the island with a smile and dreamy look on her face. Quietly walking over, he noticed the pill bottles on the counter. She had not moved so he stepped up beside her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“Edward,” she squealed. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I woke up alone. What are you doing up at this hour?” He asked.
“I forgot something,” Bella stammered as she glanced down at her bottles.
Edward looked down and picked up the bottle. Reading the script, he knew right away what it was for. “You had a transplant?”
“Yes,” Bella whispered. “I was going to tell you, but it was never the right time.”
“I’m not mad, just a little upset that I didn’t know. Are you doing okay?”
“Oh, yes, I am doing great,” Bella confirmed.
Edward smiled then saw the calendar on the refrigerator with a date marked with rebirth. It was the same day as Elizabeth’s birthday. “Rebirth day, what is that?”
“Oh, it was the day I got my heart,” Bella answered. “I know it is the same day as Elizabeth’s birthday. I think it is wonderful that she and my life with my new heart are the same age.”
Edward’s heart stopped. He looked at Bella, back the calendar, then back to Bella. There was no way this could be true, none. Grabbing the counter he had to ask. “Bella who did your surgery and do you know your donor’s name?”
“Oh, Edward, I never asked who my donor was, but I thought you knew that Carlisle did the surgery,” Bella answered, but as she looked at his face she knew something was wrong.
Edward needed to know the answer and he needed to know it now. He rushed back to the bedroom, grabbing his shirt and shoes and ran towards the door.
“Edward, what is wrong?” Bella cried, trying to figure out what had happened.
Edward turned with tears in his eyes. “Bella, I’m sorry.” He opened the door and left.
Bella fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably Edward knew she was damaged goods and he didn’t want her.