“Damn, Bella, you have a shit pile of clothes,” Emmett groaned, as he carried another large box labeled clothing into the bedroom.
“You can blame Rose and Alice,” Bella said, carefully folding her t-shirts and stacking them in piles by colors. She didn’t know why she was placing them in the drawers since she can’t fit into them. “Though Rose has three times the amount of clothes and you don’t even want to know how many pairs of shoes.”
“Fuck,” Emmett moaned. It had only been a couple of weeks since he had met Rose, and during that time she was constantly on his mind. She was unlike any woman he had ever met. Hell, they hadn’t even had sex yet and it wasn’t because she said no, it was him. Looking over to his soon to be sister-in-law, his mind couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to have Rose round with his child.
“Emmett, Emmett, EMMETT,” Bella yelled, waving her hand towards him.
“What?” He jumped.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked.
“Ahh, well,” Emmett hemmed, his cheeks turned pink.
“Come over here and sit beside me,” Bella encouraged, patting a place beside her on the bed.
He came over and sat down, keeping his head down.
“Now, tell me what is going on in the brain of yours that has you looking so serious,” she requested, placing her hand on his knee.
“Rose,” he whispered.
“I figured. Are you two having issues?” Bella asked.
“No, the complete opposite. Everything is perfect, though I am worried that she will hate me when she finds out that I have been keeping the family secret from her,” he replied.
“So you are serious about her?” Bella questioned, hoping that was the case. Rose was like a sister to her and as she got to know Emmett better, she knew that he would treat Rose like a jewel.
“It is too soon,” he murmured as he looked up.
“Can I ask you a question?” Bella said.
“Haven’t you already been doing that?” He chuckled with a small smile.
Bella raised her eyebrow at him and gave him a stern look.
Holding up his hands in surrender. “Damn, you already have your upset mother’s face,” he observed. It was the one he had seen many times from his own mother.
“Really?” Bella chirped happily.
“Yes. If I were your child, I would know I was in trouble.”
“Alright. My question is this. Do you think you could walk away right now and know that one day some other man will be holding her in his arms?” Bella asked.
Emmett thought for a moment. How would he feel if he walked into a restaurant and saw his beautiful Rosalie in the arms of another man? Could he stand by and watch as she looked lovingly into that man’s eyes? Would he be able just to walk away and let her go? Gripping his hair and wondering why this was so painful to think about. In the past, he had always been after one night stands, never wanting or needing anything more. Needed. That was it, he needed Rosalie to make his life complete. “No,” he muttered, reaching over and pulling Bella into his massive arms. “I am so fucking happy that my brother knocked you up.”
Bella giggled over what Emmett had said. Yeah, she had been knocked up, though there was no doubt that even without being pregnant, she and Edward would be together.
“Get your hands off my woman,” Edward joked, walking into the bedroom with two boxes. “Go get your own woman and leave mine alone.”
Emmett bent down and kissed Bella on the top of the head, then let her go. “You know what, brother, I am going to do just that.”
Emmett walked out of the room with a spring in his step and a determined look on his face.
Edward came over to Bella with a bewildered look on his face. “What was that all about?”
“I think Rose is about to be brought into the family,” Bella disclosed with a grin.
“Wow, just, wow,” Edward stammered. “I just never thought he would be one to settle down. He was always… ”
Bella wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. “When a smart man finds the right woman, he doesn’t let her go.”
“I must be one brilliant mother fucker, cause I am never letting you go,” he admitted before he captured her mouth in a passionate, all-consuming kiss, which left them both breathless.
“As much as I need you right now, your mother will be here in a few minutes with Alice to go over wedding plans,” Bella murmured, her body on fire after that kiss.
“Hmm, I bet my pussy is wet and needy,” Edward groaned, placing his hand down inside her yoga pants. As he suspected, her panties were soaking wet and her clit was swollen.
“Edward, we can’t,” Bella moaned, spreading her legs, giving him better access.
Pulling his hand from her pants, he grasped her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Baby, this is going to be quick and dirty,” he advised, taking hold of the top of her yoga pants and underwear, pulling them to her feet. “Bend over and hold on to the counter.”
Bella kicked her pants off, spread her legs, and gripped the counter. Behind her, she heard the sound of Edward’s pants landing on the floor and scraping across the tile as he kicked them out of the way. Then she felt his long, thick cock brush against her wet lips. “Fuck, baby.”
“You are so wet for me,” he groaned as he thrust his cock deep inside of her. This was heaven for him. With each thrust, he could feel her walls begin to flutter with its impending orgasm.
God, she was a wanton mess. Every time they had sex, Edward could make her come multiple times. God, was his cock like a magical wand that caused orgasms? Damn, she was one lucky bitch and she will be damned if any other hussy would ever be able to enjoy this pleasure. He owned her and she owned him.
Edward reached around, taking her clit between her fingers. “Come for me,” he urged, pinching the swollen numb.
“FUCK!” Bella screamed as her orgasm ripped through her with wave after wave of pleasure.
Four thrusts later, he was spilling his seed deep inside of her. “It gets fucking better every time.”
“I know,” Bella replied with a breathless sigh, leaning her head back against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding and loved that she was the cause. Over the years, she had to sit and listen to Rose and Alice’s sexual encounters and even though they sounded hot, none of them compared to what she felt when she was with Edward.
“We better clean up before we get yelled at again by Máthair (mother),” Edward teased.
Bella turned and when she did, Edward could see their mixed fluids rolling down her thighs. “Damn, that is so fucking sexy,” he declared as his cock once again hardened with desire.
Glancing down at his cock, Bella couldn’t help but lick her lips. “Hmm,” she drew out.
“EDWARD, BELLA, GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE!” Alice yelled through the door.
“Fuck,” they both growled together.
“Later?” Bella asked, a smile flickered on her lips.
“Definitely!” Edward declared, placing a chase kiss on her lips.
They quickly cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom hand and hand. When they arrived in the living room, they found that Alice and Esme were sitting on the couch with stacks of books and fabric samples on the table.
“We are on a tight deadline,” Esme scolded. “There is no time for self-gratification. There is a wedding and an apartment remodel that needs to be planned and time is ticking away quickly.”
“Sorry, Máthair (mother),” Bella stammered, as her head lowered.
Esme stood and wrapped her arms around Bella, pulling her close. “Oh, leannan (sweetheart). I know who is to blame,” she retorted, looking up at her son. He was so much like his father.
“Have a seat Bella, I have the sketches down for your dress,” Alice chirped.
“Let me see,” Bella exclaimed.
Alice was about to open her portfolio, when she noticed Edward was still in the room. “You need to leave,” she said, pointed her finger at him.
“It is my apartment,” he commented, with one of his wicked grins.
“And Bella’s. You can’t see the dress until the wedding day. So go hang out with Jasper or go do some work or something,” Alice said.
“Fine, but I will be back in an hour. We have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon,” he advised, leaning down to place a kiss on top of Bella’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes loving looking into his.
After Edward left to go check on business, Alice opened the portfolio and showed Esme and Bella the gown she had designed. It was a simple satin form hugging design. It was simple, yet extremely elegant.
“Oh, I love it,” Bella exclaimed as she imagined herself in the dress.
“Alice it is lovely, though it is an Irish tradition for the bride to wear lace that has been handed down through the generations,” Esme explained.
“Esme, I don’t have any lace. Edward did let me know that I was in fact Irish, but I don’t have anything from my family,” Bella advised, thinking about how wonderful it would be if she did have something from her grandparents. Growing up, she had only seen a few pictures of them. One had been in a box in the attic. One afternoon when she was about seven, she slipped up the stairs and began looking around at all the stuff stored up there. A trunk next to the only window, caught her eye. Pushing the latch, it popped open and she lifted the lid. Inside the trunk, she found several photographs in tarnished silver frames of a couple looking at each with love in their eyes. The man looked almost like her father. Putting the frame aside, she saw a box. Taking it out of the trunk she opened the lid and inside was fabric with a unique design with swirl and flowers. She wanted to take it out and play with it. However, she heard her mother calling her name. Quickly putting the lid back on the box, she put it back in the trunk and closed the lid. She hadn’t thought about that day, until now.
“I didn’t take anything with me when I left for school. Though I just had a memory of a trunk in the attic at my parent’s house that I think was my grandparents and I think grandmother’s lace was in a box in the trunk,” Bella mentioned. “There is no way I can go back there and Charlie would never let me go back in the house.”
“Alice, dear, would you mind getting us some drinks. Bella needs to stay hydrated,” Esmed cooed.
“Of course,” Alice said, quickly getting up and going into the kitchen.
Esme made sure that Alice was out of hearing and leaned towards Bella. “Us Cullen’s have a way getting something we want. Just leave it to me to retrieve the box.”
“You would do that for me?” Bella asked.
“You are family and we do anything for family,” Esme shared.
Alice came back with a tray of drinks and they began talking once again about the wedding.
“I was thinking about a lace cape inside of a veil. With the wedding happening in a catholic church, I know it is frowned upon to have your shoulders bare. This way the dress can be as it is, just with the lace cape,” Alice said.
“Alice you are a genius,” Esme praised, picking up a box beside her and opening the lid. Inside was a large piece of lace. The intricate, elegant design was stunning. “This lace that has been passed down from each bride before. Each Irish family has their own design and when the woman becomes engaged, her family’s design is melded with the groom’s family.”
“So this is your family and Carlisle’s?” Bella asked, fingering the delicate lace.
“Yes. We have three pieces, one for each of our sons, waiting for them to find their brides,” Esme declared.
“This is going to be perfect for the cape,” Alice gushed, her mind racing with how it would look.
“I need to get it cleaned, before giving it to you. Would it be too late if I get it to you by Monday?” Esme inquired, wanting to give time to get Bella’s family lace before handing it over.
“No that would be fine. I need to sew the gown, allowing for belly growth,” Alice giggled, closing up the portfolio. “Now to the church decor.”
One hour on the dot, Edward strolled back into the apartment with Jasper beside him. They had been going over the tapes once again of the night their father had been shot, hoping to see something that they had missed. However, they still couldn’t get a good look at the face of the shooter.
“Is it safe for me to come in,” Edward called out.
“Yes, asshole,” Alice replied.
“Can’t you do anything with your girlfriend?” Edward questioned Jasper, bumping him with his shoulder.
“Are you joking? I am afraid of her,” Jasper murmured.
“Just wait I tell Emmett,” Edward taunted.
“What? Haven’t you heard, he is just as afraid of Rose,” Jasper confirmed.
“Are you telling me that The Warlord is afraid of a little woman?” Edward challenged.
“EDWARD!” Bella yelled. “We don’t have time for you to goof off with Jasper. I have a doctor’s appointment to get to,” Bella ranted as she tapped her foot on the floor.
“Of course, my love,” Edward said as he jumped rushing over to offer her his arm.
Jasper just laughed to himself, The Skipper was afraid of no man, but his soon-to-be wife was a different story.
Edward and Bella arrived at Dr. O’Neill’s office, surrounded by both their guards. Giving the command, Riley waited outside the door along with Cora, while Royce and Claire came into the office with them. Unlike most doctor’s offices, Bella was quickly ushered back. The first stop was the scales, which showed she had gained two pounds in the last two weeks. Next she was given a cup and asked to give a urine sample. Finally, they were taken to the exam room. Five minutes later Dr. O’Neill walked in with a large smile.
“Bella, Edward, how wonderful to see you,” Dr. O’Neill said. “How are you feeling?”
“I am feeling great. No dizziness or lightheadedness,” Bella confirmed.
“Great. Let me take a look at your blood pressure,” she said, placing the blood pressure cuff around Bella’s arm. As the electronic cuff began its cycle, Bella and Edward watched the screen with anticipation hoping for good news. As the machine beeped everyone broke out in a huge smile. “120/75, perfect, just perfect.”
“See baby, I knew you would be okay,” Edward said, kissing Bella’s lips lightly.
“Dr. O’Neill, does this mean I can go back to work?” Bella asked.
“Bella, you don’t need to work,” Edward insisted.
“I might not need to work, but I want to,” she retorted. It wasn’t about the money, it was the feeling of accomplishment.
“You can start going back into the office, but for only a few hours a day. You are carrying twins and are at high risk. As your pregnancy progresses into the later months, it will become difficult to maintain balance,” Dr. O’Neill shared.
“Oh,” Bella grieved. She loved her job at the museum, though she loved her children more and wouldn’t do anything to compromise their health. “I guess, I will just have to go in and clear out my office.”
Edward wrapped his arm around, hoping the action would comfort her. “I am sure that the museum would allow you to work a few hours a day.”
“Maybe. It is not fair for them or the patrons not to have someone who can give them a hundred percent,” Bella sniffled.
“Well let’s take a look at the little boys,” Dr. O’Neill stated, rolling over the 4D ultrasound machine.
“Is that a different machine?” Bella asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Yes. This is a 4D machine, which will give us a more realistic picture of the little ones. Edward, help Bella lay back and pull up her shirt.”
Dr. O’Neill began rubbing the wand over Bella’s belly and suddenly the clear picture of one of the boys appeared on the screen.
“Oh my, God. He looks like you,” Bella cried, grasping Edward’s hand.
Edward couldn’t speak. He might be a badass mafia boss, in spite of that, at this moment his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his son.