Edward and Bella were on their way back at the apartment with new pictures of their bundles of joy in their hands. Both were quiet as they were driven through the busy, congested city streets. In the front seat was Riley with Phil, with the other guards in either SUV in front of them or the one behind them.
Edward was still reeling from the sight of his sons’ faces. He had only seen the one ultrasound picture that had been on Bella’s desk at the museum. He was awestruck at the grainy photo. But the 4D ultrasound was almost like he could reach out and touch his sons’ faces. If there had been any doubt that they weren’t his, which there wasn’t, the boys’ image was identical to his own. They were Cullen boys and he couldn’t wait to see if they had green eyes like him or their mother’s stunning brown eyes.
Bella was wrestling with the fact she was leaving a job that she loved. When she was about to graduate, she had prayed for an opportunity to work in a museum, even if it was just as a tour guide. Then Robbie had surprised her with the job as a curator. It was her dream job and she loved every minute of the hard work. At first, she doubted that she would be able to perform the duties, but over time she became more comfortable in the position. Even the responsibility of acquiring money from wealthy donors. Looking down at her copy of the ultrasound picture, she rubbed her finger over one of their cheeks. No job was worth putting her babies’ health in jeopardy.
“Bella, are you okay?” Edward asked, placing his hand on her leg.
“Yeah. I am sorry that I was short with you in the doctor’s office,” she murmured.
“It is fine. I understand that your whole life is changing and I only wish I could do something to make it easier,” he commented.
“It is changing, but for the better,” Bella declared, placing her hands on her belly. “Our sons are the most important thing in my life and I will do nothing to put them in danger.”
Leaning over Edward places a sweet kiss on her lips. “You are going to be a fantastic mother,” he declared.
“And you are going to be an awesome father,” she admitted.
Two days later, Bella was at the museum, packing up her office of all her personal possessions. She had called her boss and informed her that due to the high risk of her pregnancy she would be unable to return to work. Ms. Page was disappointed that she wasn’t returning but understood the reason why.
Edward had wanted to come along, then he got a call that he needed to care for an issue on the docks. He had been lucky the last few weeks, not having to be pulled away from Bella. However, the attacks on their shipments had begun to increase and he needed to show the fuckers that they didn’t mess with the Cullens. Even though he couldn’t go, he had confidence in Bella’s security detail to ensure she was safe.
Bella had to shake her head. She was here to pack up her office and she wasn’t allowed to pick up anything. Mark and Cora were in the office taking direction on which items were hers. They would then carefully wrap each one and place them in sturdy boxes that they had brought. She had been allowed to go through her desk and stack the items that were hers so they could be placed in the boxes. Sitting down at her desk, the first thing she saw was the small silver frame that held the first ultrasound picture of twins. Beside the frame was a folded piece of paper with her name on it. Knowing immediately that it was Edward’s graceful handwriting. She loved the way he wrote, with such grace for such a powerful man. Opening the paper, she read the words. “I never meant to put you through pain. I promise to never do it again.” Edward. Tears filled her eyes and her heart leaped. He had written it the night they first saw each other again. God, she loved him so much.
“Miss Swan, are you okay?” Cora asked, concerned that she was crying.
Bella wiped her tears, clutching the note to her heart, she smiled. “Yes, I am fine.” This was not the end, it was the beginning of her life with a man who would always fight for their love and family.
Later that night, when all of the boxes were stored away until a place was made for them, Bella laid in Edward’s arms. She had told him that she had found his note he had left her, and knew without a doubt that he meant every word. He affirmed it with not only his words but with every touch, kiss, and caress.
“Bella, you can’t stay in the apartment while it is being painted,” Esme said.
“But I could stay in one room until they get another one done,” Bella informed Esme, hoping to change her mind on the issue.
“It doesn’t work that way, Sweetie. The fumes from the paint will drift throughout the entire apartment and we can’t just open windows this time of the year. You would freeze to death before it was safe to stay,” Esme instructed with a tone that she wasn’t going to back down. “The wedding is only four days away and it would make it convenient for you to be at the mansion, so we can finalize all the plans.”
“And I need to tie up some loose ends before we leave for our honeymoon,” Edward advised. The situation at the docks had increasingly gotten worse. They had lost three gun shipments and two of his men had been killed. He had not told Bella of the problem and made sure that he had showered and changed before coming home each night. She would be safer at the mansion than in her old apartment. After the shooting, he had increased the guard around his parents. Hell, the mansion was better protected than the White House.
“Fine,” Bella huffed.
Esme came over and placed her arm around Bella. “Sweetie, when you get back from your honeymoon, the apartment will be all done, except for the nursery. You and Edward still have to decide on several things before it can be finished.”
“I know. It is just so much,” Bella sighed. The last few weeks had been one decision after the next. Who’s great idea was it to have a wedding in thirty days? Oh yeah, hers. Then on top of that, redecorating the apartment with an unbelievable amount of decisions that needed to be made, Edward was no help, as he didn’t care as long as she was happy.
“The wedding is going to be lovely and your Gaelic vows are perfect,” Esme murmured.
“I’ve been practicing all the time. Thank you for breaking it down into pronunciation, that helped the most,” Bella advised, giving Esme a smile. She had been listening to the recording of her vows over and over again. There was only going to be Edward’s close family, Rose, Alice, Robbie, and Garrett at the ceremony, yet she wanted to say them perfectly to Edward.
“Alright, let’s get you two packed up,” Esme said. Two hours later, they were pulling up to the Cullen Mansion with everything that Bella and Edward would need until after the honeymoon.
“Where are we staying?” Edward asked, with a suitcase in both hands and one over his shoulder.
“In your old room,” Esme instructed as she tried her best not to show any emotion. She had told them that she had remodeled his old bedroom and bath. Bella didn’t need to stay in a horny teenager’s bedroom with half naked women on posters taped the walls and hidden porn magazines under his bed.
Climbing the stairs, Esme led them to the east wing, where the boys had their bedrooms as they grew up. Smiling, she remembered the many times she caught them sliding down the banisters or riding her good silver serving trays down the steps. She told them that one day they would have children and they would understand why she was upset with her dented and scarred trays. Even at a young age, Edward was the leader and his brothers would follow him everywhere, doing every dangerous activity. In spite of the fact that all of them were part of it, Edward always stood up, taking the blame and the punishment instead of his brothers. There was never any doubt he would be a great leader of the family
“Esme, this place is huge,” Bella said, looking around at the vast space.
“It is now, but with three young boys all within one year of each other, it didn’t seem so small,” Esme explained. Then a thought hit her. She wondered if Edward and Bella would like to take over the mansion, while she and Carlisle moved into the penthouse. She would have to see what Carlisle thought of the idea. When they reached Edward’s room, Esme opened the door and stepped back, allowing them to walk in.
Bella entered the room and gasped. It was stunning and she couldn’t believe that Edward had grown up in a room decorated so stunningly beautiful.
“What the hell?’ Edward exclaimed, looking around the room, placing the suitcases on the floor. “Where is all my stuff?”
“Do you really want the mother of your children to see all the posters of half naked women you had decorating the walls and the pornographic magazines under the mattress?” Esme asked, her mouth turning up in a smirk.
“But they were,” he began before he was cut off.
“They were what?” Bella questioned, a twinkle of mischievousness in her eyes placing her hand on her hips.
Stepping over Bella, Edward wrapped his arms around her and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “Nowhere near as sexy as you, A Chumann (my sweetheart),” he cooed.
Bella smiled lovingly at Edward. Before stepping back and taking a look around the room. It was decorated in dark eggplant and steel gray. The bed was a large four-poster canopy bed with a steel gray bedspread with eggplant sheets. Steel gray had been painted on three walls, while one was painted the deep eggplant color. Two large gray chairs sat in front of the eggplant wall. The room had a fireplace and on the mantel silver picture frames. Walking over Bella picked up one of the frames and gasped, as she turned towards Esme. “How did you find this?”
“Bella, dear, we are criminals,” she giggled.
“But how did you?” Bella stuttered, looking up at the other pictures. They were pictures of her grandparents. The same ones she had seen in her parent’s attic all those years ago.
“I sent a team in and stole the chest you spoke about,” Edward answered. Esme had told him about the chest and how much it meant to Bella. He already knew where she lived, so he sent the team and told them to make sure they were not seen. They had been able to slip in while the Swan’s were at church and take the chest.
Bella placed the frame back on the mantle and rushed over to Edward wrapping her arms around his neck. “I am the luckiest woman on this planet. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“I plan on giving you the world,” he murmured, before capturing her mouth in an all-consuming kiss that left them both breathless and needing more.
“Dinner will be ready in about two hours,” Esme advised as she slipped out the door and closed it behind her. She knew that look, and if Bella hadn’t already been pregnant, she would be in a little while. Leaving the young couple to christen the room, she went to find her love and blow off some built sexual pressure. Thankfully, even though Carlisle was still paralyzed, he did have full use of his glorious cock.
After Esme left, Edward took no time whatsoever to strip both of them and they ended up making love on every surface of the room. They finally ended up in the bed, collapsing into sleep with contended smiles on their faces.
The next day, Esme made plans for Bella, Rose, Alice, and herself to have a spa day to relax before the madness. Since they had such a great time before at Oasis Day Spa, it was a perfect place to return. Edward commanded that both Bella and Esme’s guard be stationed at the day spa.
The women were ushered out of the limo and through the front door of the spa. As Esme stepped in, she noticed a woman she couldn’t stand. Damn, she couldn’t really shoot the bitch here.
“Esme, darling,” Carmen cooed in her thick Spanish accent.
“Hello, Carmen,” Esme said in a voice without any feelings. Then looked over at her daughters, giving them a nod.
“And who are you with?” Carmen asked, looking at the three young women behind her.
“These are my good friends, Rosalie Hale, Alice Brandon, and my soon to be daughter-in-law, Bella Swan,” Esme answered, reaching out and taking Bella’s hand.
“And which of your sons is the intended?” Carmen quizzed.
“Edward. He is very lucky to have found someone like Bella,” Esme explained, with a warm smile.
“Edward?” Irina cried out.
Carmen turned, shaking her head at Irina, then turned back to Esme. “What a shame. We were hoping that we could join the families when Irina and Edward got together.”
“Oh, Carmen, darling, Edward has to marry someone with Irish blood,” Esme responded, using her brogue even thicker.
“And this little thing is Irish?” Carmen hissed.
“Why yes, she is. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to get pampered before the big day,” Esme pronounced.
“We haven’t gotten an invitation,” Carmen announced, a look of shock on her face.
“That is because only close family is invited,” Esme said, and then leaned close to Carmen. “And you are not now nor will ever be family.”
Esme straightened back up and turned leaving Carmen standing in the lobby.
Once Esme and the girls were through the door leading to spa suites, Gianna and Embry took position on either side of the door. Carmen eyed the guard then walked outside. Once outside, Irina fell into her arms crying.
“Mama, why is that girl marrying my Edward?” Irina sobbed.
“Oh, baby. Just because they are getting married, doesn’t mean they will stay married,” Carmen shared, soothing her daughter.
“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.
Bella’s eyes fluttered open to the beautiful sight of her gorgeous fiance sound asleep. She was sure he was as tired as she, since she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep all week. She couldn’t believe her luck to have such a wonderful man to love her as he did.
Growing up, Charlie had told her time and time again that she was nothing. She was a disappointment and disgrace to her father. God, she was glad she didn’t listen to him.
“Hey,” Edward said, his voice husky, full of sleep.
“Hey. Nice nap?” Bella smirked.
“Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I slept in the middle of the day,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh my, yes. This bed is so comfortable,” Bella moaned, shifting her body deeper in the plush goodness.
“Fuck,” Edward drew out.
“What is the matter?” Bella asked, lowering her voice into a sexy deep throat tone as she ran her finger down his exposed neck, desire percolated between them.
Grasping her finger, he brought it up to his mouth and suckled it, never taking his eyes off hers. He saw her pupils dilate and a whimper escaped her lips as heat curled down to her toes. Releasing her finger from his mouth, he smiled. “Now, you know how it feels.”
“Tease,” Bella growled.
“Giodróg (minx), don’t be mad. We don’t have time because what I want to do to you will take hours,” Edward confessed with a wicked smile.
“I’m getting Esme to teach me Gaelic,” Bella huffed, sitting up in the bed and crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’ll teach you, but with one condition,” Edward suggested.
“We have to be naked,” he advised, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You are a pig. Since we are not going to have sex, we better get up and get ready for our company,” Bella huffed.
Edward reached out and pulled her into his arms. “I promise that I will make it up to you.”
“Okay,” Bella said with a sigh.
“Edward, Bella, are you awake?” Esme called out, rapping softly on the door.
“I knew she would be at least an hour early,” Edward chuckled. “Yes, Máthair (mother), we are sleeping.”
Bella slapped his arm. “Stop lying to your mother. Esme, we will right out.”
“Okay, dear. I brought over some decorating books I thought we could look at before dinner,” Esme said.
“See, I told you,” Edward whispered, then leaned in, capturing her lips with a kiss of promise. He couldn’t wait until later when he would be able to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of her body. Pulling back when his lungs felt like they were going to burst. “I fucking love you so much.”
“I love you,” she gasped.
They got up and began getting ready for their company. Edward put on a pair of Kiton dark wash jeans, a white button-down shirt, and Salvatore alligator oxford shoes. Splashing on his favorite Dior Homme cologne, he opened his drawer that held his collection of watches.
“MY GOD, EDWARD!” Bella exclaimed, looking down at the drawer. “How many watches do you have?”
“A few,” Edward shrugged.
“A few, my ass,” Bella grumbled, her focus on the watches. “Are those diamonds?”
“Yes,” he answered, matter factually.
“Do I want to know just how much money all of these are worth?” Bella asked.
“Probably not,” Edward replied, his mouth turning up in a smirk, picking up the Louis Monet Meteoris, strapping it onto his wrist.
Bella shook her head and proceeded to get a dress. Since Edward was dressing in jeans, she decided on her nearly skinny stretch dark washed jeans, twist cross white blouse, and ballet flats. Pulling her hair back to a low ponytail and securing it with a colorful gem clasp. Not being one to wear a lot of makeup, she applied some mascara, a brush of blush on her cheekbones, and finally, her favorite lip gloss.
Edward had just watched in fascination as his delicate yet feisty fiance got ready for the evening. Before Bella, he had never really paid attention to the nuances of a woman. He never dated, only using them to satisfy his carnal needs. He didn’t lead them on, making sure they knew that he didn’t want anything else. Then five months ago, he walked into that bar and saw her. Bella had captivated him like no other and caused his heart to beat fast. He lost his heart to her that night, just too stupid at the time to realize it. Even though he had screwed up in the beginning, fate had helped him make it right. Bella was his life now, a part of his soul and he would do anything to protect her.
Bella had just finished applying her lip gloss when she noticed Edward staring at her. “What?”
Stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her and pulled her close. “I just love you so much and I can’t believe that you are here.”
“I love you too,” She cooed.
“We better get out there,” Edward declared.
Edward took her left hand and they walked out of the room. When they arrived, Esme bounded to her feet and rushed to them.
“Cailín leanbh (Baby girl),” Esme sang, pushing Edward out of the away and pulling Bella into a hug. “Don’t you look lovely. I just love those jeans on you.”
“Thank you, Esme,” Bella said. Esme’s hug was so loving and warm, something her own mother had never done. Showing of affections was not permitted, ever. Her father said it was a wasted effort on a girl. In God’s eyes, men were the ones to be pampered and loved.
“I have brought over some magazines and paint samples. Have you decided which room will be the nursery because I thought the second guest room with the views of Central Park would be perfect,” Esme rambled on, not seeming to need air to breathe.
Edward just stood back and watched his mother embrace and adore his Bella, with her motherly love. He couldn’t be happier to see how his parents had accepted her into their lives and family. “Hey, what am I, ae mionghearrtha (chopped liver),” he joked, with his hand over his heart.
“Mac (son), it looks like you have been replaced,” Carlisle chuckled.
“Yeah, but I am okay with that,” Edward advised.
“BUÍOCHAS LE DIA (OH MY GOD) !” Esme screamed, holding up Bella’s left hand. “Carlisle, look at what hand your mháthair (mother’s) Claddagh is on.”
“Well, it looks like we have something to celebrate tonight,” Carlisle exclaimed. “Do you have good champagne here?”
“I have two bottles of Armand de Brignac Brut Gold Champagne,” Edward replied.
“Oh my word, that would be perfect,” Esme cooed. She couldn’t be happier unless her other two boys would find women who would complete them as well as Bella had done for Edward.
“I’ll have to go down them for the wine vault and get them along with a few bottles for dinner,” Edward said.
“I am sorry you won’t be able to drink the champagne, though when these little ones appear, we will make sure to have a bottle to toast their birth,” Esme explained.
“It is okay. I am not a big drinker,” Bella shared. During college, she enjoyed a glass of wine with dinner or hanging out with Rose and Alice.
Edward returned twenty minutes later, carrying several bottles. It was nice to have the vault and when he built their next home, they would have a wine cellar. His mom had found the ice buckets, placing ice in each. He put the champagne in them to chill, waiting until the rest of the family arrived to open them. Edward opened the wine to let it breathe. Once he was done, he joined Bella and his mother on the couch; needing to be near and feel her touch, he took her hand into his.
“So, have you discussed a date?” Esme inquired, her mind racing on the images of a grand wedding fit for The Skipper and his wife.
“Yes. We would like a small ceremony in a month,” Edward answered, smiling down at Bella.
“A MONTH!” Esme yelled. “Impossible.”
“Máthair (Mother), we want to be married before the babies come,” Edward disclosed.
“Esme, I am growing by the day and I would love to be able to walk down the aisle, not waddle,” Bella clarified.
“But, we have so many friends and other families would want to be in attendance,” Esme expressed.
“We understand that and we thought that a huge reception could be held after the babies’ birth,” Edward said.
Esme was silent for a few moments. As much as she wanted to hold a grand affair, she realized that a small intimate wedding would be best due to Bella’s delicate situation. “I think we can do that,” she declared.
“Thanks, Esme,” Bella sighed.
“None of that, please call me Máthair (Mother),” Esme cooed.
Tears formed in Bella’s eyes. “Really?”
“Of course, a stór (my treasure), I have always wanted a daughter,” Esme said, wiping a tear off Bella’s face.
“THE PARTY CAN START NOW, EMMETT IS IN THE HOUSE!” Emmett boomed, walking into the living room with Rose on his arm.
“You big goof,” Rose growled, pushing his arm.
“Hey, don’t damage the goods,” he whined, all the while wagging his eyebrows.
Rose just shook her head and turned back to everyone in the living room. She had been surprised when Emmett had called and invited her up to Edward’s apartment for dinner. Bella had texted her earlier to say she was being discharged and Edward was bringing her home.
If someone had asked her at the beginning of the week what she thought of Edward, she would have told them he was pond scum. However, as the week progressed, he had demonstrated just how much he cared about Bella. Rose knew Edward was a powerful businessman. Despite that, he remained around the clock at the hospital, even though Bella had not allowed him in her room. He even slept on a small hard loveseat in the waiting area. There were also all the little things he made sure Bella had to make her stay more comfortable. Maybe there was more behind the story and she needed to trust her friend’s judgment.
“Bella, you look wonderful,” Alice gushed, rushing over and pulling Bella into a tight hug.
“I feel wonderful. It is so nice to be out of the hospital and Edward has been taking care of me all day,” Bella advised as she looked up at Edward, her eyes full of love.
“Welcome, Rose and Alice,” Edward declared. “Jasper, Emmett, would you mind getting everyone a glass of champagne, well, except for Bella.”
“I’ll get her a glass of sparkling water,” Esme proclaiming, rushing off to the kitchen.
“Damn deartháir (brother), you broke out the good stuff,” Emmett exclaimed as he popped the cork of the gold bottle of champagne. Edward must have something important to announce if they were drinking sixty-fifty hundred-dollar bottles of champagne.
Once everyone had a flute of champagne, Edward wrapped his arm around Bella’s waist and raised his glass. “As you all know, I made a huge and painful mistake with regards to this wonderful woman. Every day since that night, I have thought of her and prayed that I might find her. Then fate stepped in and I was given another chance. Of course, I screwed up again, by speaking before thinking. Despite all my mistakes, this beautiful woman still gave me a chance. She is giving me and our family the greatest gift of all by carrying our sons and I can’t wait to spend every day for the rest of our lives together. So today I asked her to marry me and she said yes.”
Rose and Alice’s mouth dropped open as they gasped. “You are engaged?” Alice murmured.
“Yes, and please be happy for me. I love him. I have always loved him. From the moment we touched at the bar, I knew then that I would love Edward for the rest of my life,” Bella confessed, her eyes never leaving Edwards.
Taking her face into his hands. “I felt too, mo chroí (my heart).”
“What did he say?” Rose questioned. She had heard Emmett mumbled a few words that she didn’t recognize.
“Rose, Alice, if you keep hanging out with these boys, you are going to need a Gaelic translator,” Bella laughed.
“Oh, ladies, I would be more than happy to give you Gaelic lessons. Actually, Bella, it is a tradition that the bride and groom say their vows in Galic to one another,” Esme explained.
“I can see a lovely wedding in June,” Alice said, her mind racing with dress designs.
“Can you see a lovely wedding in thirty days?” Bella quizzed.
“NO WAY!” Alice yelled.
“Alice, we want to get married in thirty days. Nothing large, just family and close friends in a private ceremony at St. Patrick’s church. After these two little ones are born, we will have a large, over the top reception,” Bella explained. “I want to be a Cullen when I give birth.”
“And you will be,” Edward declared.
“Alright, but I still get to design the dress,” Alice interjected.
“There is no one else I would want,” Bella said, reaching out to take Alice’s hand. “But also I have decided to move in here. We have lost so much time together and we don’t want to lose anymore.”
“You are moving out?” Rose cried. She thought of Bella as a sister, not as just a friend.
“Rose, I won’t be far away, just one floor up. You are welcome here anytime and I will need your assistance to help decorate this place. As you can see, it is a little drab,” Bella giggled.
“Yes, Rose and Alice, I have heard that you have a fantastic eye,” Esme gushed. “After dinner we will sit down and start putting our heads together.”
“Alright, let’s drink to the happy couple,” Carlisle announced. “To Edward and Bella.”
“Edward and Bella,” everyone said together, then took a drink of the very expensive and extra delicious champagne.
Later in the night, Bree was in her bed, her lover wrapped around her. They had just finished having sex and were enjoying the post-orgasmic high.
“How was your day?” He asked, running his hand up and down her arm.
“Good. The Skipper had a dinner party for his family and Bella’s friends. He announced tonight that she was moving in and that they were getting married,” Bree disclosed.
“Yes. He gave her his grandmother’s Claddagh ring,” Bree answered.
“So when is the happy event,” he questioned, needing to get as much information as possible. “Sometime next year? I mean, I am sure it takes a while to plan such a grand event.”
“No. I heard they want to get married in the next thirty days. A grand reception will be held after the babies are born,” Bree explained.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Well, goodnight, my sweet.”
“Goodnight,” Bree whispered, closing her eyes and quickly falling asleep.
Sometime later, he carefully removed himself from their embrace, gathering his clothes and slipping out of the room. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave after they had sex, so he knew Bree wouldn’t be upset if she woke up alone, he was a guard in the family and being so meant he was called out at all times of the day or night.
Once he was in his vehicle, he picked up his phone and made his essential call.
“Do you have any news?” Eleazar answered.
“Edward is getting married within the next thirty days.”
“THIRTY DAYS!” Eleazar hollered.
“We have to move fast. Call me with any details you discover,” Eleazar demanded. “If you get a chance to take her, do it and I will take it from there.”
“She is heavily guarded at all times. Edward is staying close and that puts his guard in the mix as well.”
“I am sure she is, though we might have to enact some diversions to diminish the numbers,” Eleazar declared. “Keep me updated and remember the prize when you take her.”
After Eleazar hung up, he had to smile. He would make this happen and soon, he would be the downfall of the Cullen family.
“You have a cook and a housekeeper?” Bella gasped. After receiving a text from everyone that they would be there at six o’clock, Bella got up to go to the kitchen to see if there was any food. That was when Edward informed her about the household staff.
“We have a cook and a housekeeper,” Edward stressed.
“Who are they and do they live here,” Bella questioned, motioning her hand around the apartment.
“Bree is the cook and Angela is our housekeeper. They live five floors down in their own private apartments. Most of the family live here in this building,” he explained.
Bella looked around and saw that the place was immaculate, not a speck of dust anywhere, which calmed her OCD tendency. “Is Bree a good cook?”
“She is a formally trained chef from the Culinary Institute of America here in New York.”
“Wow. So are they part of the family, or are they just an employee?” Bella wondered.
“I allow no one this close without being part of the family. Both of their families have been part of the family in some capacity for decades,” he said, taking her hand into his. He couldn’t get enough of her touch and knew he would be happy his entire life just holding her hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he kissed each knuckle, then turned it over and placed a kiss on her palm. “So you stop worrying about the dinner. Bree will be here in about an hour to begin preparations. However, before they get here, we do need to discuss a few things.
Bella sat up straight, her body tense for the impending conversation. Had she already done something to upset him?
Edward immediately noticed the change in Bella’s body. “A chéadsearc (my one and only), lean back and relax.”
Bella did as Edward told her and he reached down, picking up each of her feet, slipping off her shoes and placed them onto his lap, where he began to massage each one. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan because it felt so good.
“God, baby, you can’t make those sounds. I am hanging on by a thread from not christening each and every room in this apartment,” he groaned, adjusting his hardened cock. “Now, you can’t tell Rose and Alice about the fact that my family is part of a mafia.”
“I know. Why can’t they?” Bella quizzed.
“You are family. Rose and Alice are not,” Edward clarified.
“We are not married.”
“Not yet, but soon,” Edward promised.
“Married? You are crazy. We have only known each other a few days,” Bella stated.
“Do you love me?” Edward asked.
“Yes, but,” she began.
“No buts. You love me and I love you. We are going to be parents in a few months.”
“Don’t you need to marry someone with Irish blood or something?” Bella stuttered. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to marry Edward; it was the fact she was scared. She had no clue how to be a wife. Hell, she was just coming to terms that she was going to be a mother.
“Do you know anything about your family history?” He asked, hoping that she wouldn’t be upset over the intrusion that he had investigated her lineage.
“Not really. My grandparents were both dead before I was born and my parents never spoke of them.”
“Don’t be upset. I did look into your family history. Your great-grandparents on your father’s side came over from Ireland in 1905. They were both in their early twenties and settled in Boston. They had three children; however, only one survived the Spanish flu. Your grandfather married his childhood sweetheart, moving from Boston to Washington State. They only had your father and when he turned nineteen, they were killed by a drunk driver in a small town about three hours from Seattle,” Edward revealed.
“So I am Irish?” Bella marveled.
“Yes, but it is not the reason I want to marry you. I love you and can’t wait to spend the rest of our days together,” he proclaimed, as he lifted her feet and slid off the couch. Getting up on one knee, he took her left hand into his. “Oh, shit, wait right there.” He jumped to his feet and ran to his office, quickly opening the safe and collecting the green velvet box. It had been passed down to him by his grandmother. Lifting the lid, he couldn’t help but smile because it was going to look perfect on her finger. Shutting the lid, he rushed back to his love. Once he was beside her again, he dropped down on one knee and opened the box. “With the heart, love is shown. With the hands, friendship grown. With the crown, loyalty, give. With all three, it’s best to live. The symbol of the Claddagh, for all to behold. Is a symbol of faith and my love.” Taking the ring from the box, he slipped it on her left hand. “When you wear the Claddagh on this finger with the heart pointing outward, it means you are engaged. This ring has been passed down to every firstborn son. Isabella Swan, will you give the extreme pleasure in agreeing to be my wife?”
Bella looked down through her tear-filled eyes at the beautiful ring, then towards Edward. “Yes,” she cried.
Edward leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. When they finally broke apart, he gifted her with a heartwarming smile. “You have made me the luckiest man on the earth.” He moved her over where they were both lying on the couch, his arm wrapped around her with her head on his shoulder. Her hand rested on his chest, with the sun catching the diamond shooting a dazzling prism around the room.
“It is breathtaking and heavy,” she murmured.
“It is because it is platinum and that is a two-carat diamond. Do you like it? Because if you don’t, we can go to the jewelers and pick out one that you do.”
“NO!” She screamed. “I love it. It is perfect.”
“Good. When we get married, you will turn the ring around, so the heart is facing you,” Edward instructed.
“When do you want to get married?”
“Is tonight too soon?” He joked.
“Yeah. I think your mother would have a fit,” Bella giggled.
“Máthair would cut off my coileach,” he coughed.
“I really do need a translator for you,” she laughed. “What did you say?”
“Máthair is mother,” Edward instructed.
“Máthair,” Bella repeated, acing the pronunciation. “And the other word?”
“Ah, well,” he stammered.
Bella pulled up and looked down at him with one eyebrow raised.
“Coileach means cock,” he whispered.
“Cock?” She snickered.
Bella thought about the statement now that she had the meaning of the two Gaelic words. “I believe you are right about that. So we can’t have it tonight. How does a month from now sound? I will be six months pregnant and big as a house and I don’t think they make a wedding gown to cover all this,” she said, motioning to her pregnant belly.
“I am sure they do. Isn’t Alice a clothing designer?” He asked.
“Damn, I completely forgot about that. This pregnant brain is the worst. I just don’t know if a month is long enough for her to make something and we don’t have a priest or a license or a church,” she rattled on.
“Calm down. Esme will take care of everything. I promise,” he informed, placing a kiss on her head.
The rest of the afternoon they spent talking about the wedding and possible changes to the apartment. Bree arrived and Edward introduced Bella to her.
Bree had gone to the market when she had received Edward’s text about cooking dinner for eight. The gossip grapevine had been abuzz with the news that The Skipper was going to be a dad to someone outside the family. When she walked into the apartment, she was welcomed by her boss and a petite brunette with a large pregnant belly. Like most single women in the family, Bree had dreamed that Edward would fall in love with her. However, one look at Edward as he looked down at Bella showed that he was head over heels in love with her. She had begun dating one of the guards and even though it was new, she had high hopes.
“Bree, follow Bella’s instructions as you would my own. She is now the Bean an tí (Lady of the House),” Edward informed.
“Of course, Skipper,” Bree answered.
“Bree, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Edward when we are here.”
“And please call me Bella.”
“Thank you. I need to get started with dinner, especially since Mr. Emmett is coming,” Bree giggled.
After Bree went into the kitchen, Bella wanted to slip downstairs so she could pick up a few things before Rose and Alice got home.
“You have been up since you came home. Don’t you think you should maybe take a nap or something before everyone gets here?” Edward groaned.
“It will only take us a few minutes. I know what I want to grab, please,” she begged, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.
“Grrr. I can’t deny you. Alright, let’s go get your things and when we get back, we are going to bed,” Edward growled.
“Bed?” Bella panted, thinking about them naked in their California King bed.
“To sleep, for now,” he answered with a smirk, then ran his finger up her arm causing goosebumps to break out. “But after everyone leaves, I promise to take care of your every need and desire.”
“Damn, I think I need a cold shower,” Bella grumbled.
“Baby, you and me both. Now, let’s get that cute ass moving,” Edward said, placing a slap on her butt.
Edward sent a text informing their guard that they were going down to Bella’s old apartment and to do a security check before they arrived. When he received a text back saying it was secure, they got in the elevator and traveled down the one floor.
“I still can’t believe that we lived so close to each other and never ran into each other,” Bella remarked.
“I really didn’t stay here much. Ever since that night when I left you,” he agonized, his face saddened.
“Don’t. I have forgiven you and we are moving forward,” Bella assured him.
“Ever since that night, I have been looking for the person or persons who shot my father. All the while, I had the family business to take care of as well. I was putting in twenty-hour days, crashing on the small bed in my office.”
“How awful. You still don’t know who did it?” Bella asked, concern written all over her face. She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to Edward.
Arriving at her door, she unlocked it with her key and once inside, she disarmed the alarm system. Edward followed her in and looked around. Bella had said that Rose and Alice had decorated the apartment and they had done a fantastic job. Hell, his mother would probably call upon them to help with his and Bella’s place. God, he hoped they took the news okay since Bella didn’t need them upset over it. He followed her through the apartment and into her bedroom. He was surprised to see that it was not a “girly” style bedroom. Instead, it was decorated in shades of green and brown.
“Edward, can you get that suitcase down from the top of the closet?” Bella asked.
“Sure,” he answered, walking into her closet to find it impeccably organized. It reminded him of his own closet. Lifting down the case, he placed it on a table that was along the wall. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No, I am going to grab several things and after we break the news, I am sure that Rose and Alice will pack up the rest,” Bella said, with a sad smile. It wasn’t the fact that she was moving in with Edward that made her sad; it was because she had been roommates with Rose and Alice for almost five years. They had stuck by her in good times and bad.
Edward sat down on a small bench and watched Bella pull items off the hook, then meticulously fold the article of clothing. He had been concerned that she would think he was an obsessive asshole who liked to have his boxers ironed and his t-shirts folded in a perfect rectangle.
Bella was lost in packing and didn’t pay a lot of attention to Edward, so when she looked up and saw him staring at her, she became worried about what he was thinking. Maybe she should just open her underwear drawer, grab a handful of panties, and then throw them in the suitcase. However, she just couldn’t do it. Bowing her head, she let the tears flow. She was such a weirdo.
Edward sprang to his feet when he saw the tears begin to flow. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he held her tight against him. “Why are you crying?”
After several minutes of trying to control her tears, she whispered. “I am such a weirdo. I mean, seriously, who folds their underwear into perfect rectangles?”
Edward placed his fingers under her chin and raised it up so he was looking at her lovely, tear-stained face. “If I didn’t think we were a match made in heaven, this just confirmed it. I have to have my boxers ironed before they are folded into rectangles and placed in the second drawer by color.”
“Really?” Bella said, amazed by his confession.
“Yes. I am so happy that we both have a love for things being in their place. Growing up, Emmett and Jasper were both pigs. They drove me crazy with how they kept their rooms and how they threw their toys around,” he confessed. “Now, let’s dry those eyes and get finished.”
Ten minutes later, two suitcases were perfectly packed and were being carried by Mark and Riley. Bella had just locked the door and was moving towards the elevator when she remembered her laptop bag. Turning around, she headed back.
“Where are you going?” Edward asked.
“I forgot my laptop bad,” Bella replied.
“I can get it for you,” Royce offered. “But I will need your key and the alarm code.”
“Thank you,” Bella said, handing him her keys and telling him the code.
A few minutes later, Royce was back carrying the bag and handed Bella back her keys. “We can take it from here, Royce,” Edward advised, taking the bag from him. “Go back to your station.”
Royce nodded and gave him a forced smile.
Once they were back in their apartment, Edward helped Bella unpack her suitcases, making sure that each item was perfectly positioned in the right drawer, shelf, or hanger.
“Your clothing looks mighty fine next to mine,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands on her belly.
“They do,” she admitted, placing her hands on top of his. She loved the connection that they shared and prayed that it would never end.
“Time for a nap,” Edward proclaimed, placing a feather-light kiss on the side of her neck.
She turned, reaching up and running her fingers into his hair and began scratching the back of his neck. “I’m not tired.”
“Please behave. I already made you a promise for later.”
“Fine, as long you lay down with me,” she pleaded.
Giving her a nod, he clasped her hand and led her to the bed. She sat down and he took off her shoes and toed his off. He didn’t plan on sleeping. He would stay with her until she drifted off. Once they were lying down, he pulled the covers over them. As they laid on their sides, looking deeply into each other’s eyes they whispered their confessions of love as they closed their eyes, both falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Eleazar glanced down at his phone and smiled an evil smile. His mole had just gotten his hands on a very important piece of the puzzle, that would make their job easier. Edward Cullen’s time as ruler was about to come to an end. Now was time to call in a marker. Dialing the number he waited for them to answer.
“Get prepared, because you soon will have your lost sheep home and she is in need of a purification,” Eleazar chuckled.
As the black limo maneuvered through the busy city, Bella’s mind was racing. They were on their way back to his, no their apartment. Would he have any quirks that would drive her crazy? Like leaving the toilet seat up, dirty socks on the bedroom floor, dirty dishes all over the apartment, all things that would set her OCD tendencies in a tizzy.
“Whatcha thinking about so seriously, mo fhiorghra (my true love),” Edward asked, reaching out and placing his hand on her leg. He had been watching her ever since they had left the hospital. She was so beautiful, not only on the outside but on the inside. There was no doubt that she was going to be a fantastic mother, much like his own. He knew that he had a lot of making up to do and he silently swore that she would know just how much she mattered to him from this day forward.
“Things,” Bella shrugged, not knowing how to confess her fears of the sudden changes. Last week, she lived with Rose and Alice, planning to have her babies without having their father around. Then suddenly he appears and all those plans are out the window. It wasn’t like she wasn’t happy that Edward wanted their babies as much as she does; it was the fact that everything had changed so fast.
Reaching out, he placed his hands on either side of her delicate face and softly turned it, so they were looking eye to eye. “Please tell me.”
Bella looked into his eyes and sighed. “I am afraid that you will hate living with me.”
“How could I hate having you near me all the time?” He asked, unsure what she was thinking, though he saw the sadness in her eyes. Over the past few days, he had a lot of time to think about Bella and their future. At first, he didn’t understand the feelings that he had for her. Was it because she was carrying his children, or was it something else? It wasn’t until his father had come by the second day that he figured out what he was feeling and why.
He had been watching Bella’s door hoping for a chance to catch a glimpse. Thankfully Garrett had been keeping him appraised of Bella and their children’s health. With his mother’s insider information, he had been able to supply her with food carvings and any other needs that she had while being trapped in a hospital room. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear his father roll over to where he was sitting.
“Son,” Carlisle said.
“Dad, I didn’t hear you,” Edward murmured. In his business, it was dangerous to lose your concentration and not to be aware of your surroundings at all times.
“Thinking about a brown-eyed beauty who is over there in that room?” Carlisle asked, even though he knew the answer. The look in his son’s eyes was the same he had when he first met his lovely Esme.
“I am just worried that she and my sons are going to be okay,” Edward confessed.
“You love her,” Carlisle declared.
“I can’t. We have only known each other for just a few days and one of them, I was accusing her of whoring around,” he groaned as he lowered his head and pulled his hair. “She is never going to forgive me. I am nothing but a fucking monster.”
“You are not a monster and I feel sure that once she calms down, she will forgive you,” Carlisle advised. “And, yes, you do love her and I can tell you how I know, and how you can tell.”
“How?” Edward whispered as he lifted his sad face towards his father.
“When you look into her eyes and the only thing you see is your future with her, that is how you will know.”
“Did you see that in Mom’s eyes?” Edward asked. It was evident to anyone who looked at his parents that they were completely and utterly in love with each other.
“Yes. As you know, unlike your seanathair and sin-seanathair who had arranged marriages, I had been permitted to pick my own bride as long as she was Irish. Well, that being said, your seanathair and seanmháthair still had their hands in me meeting your máthair. They had arranged for this dinner party for an old friend of the family who just happened to be visiting New York. The family had been having issues with the Italians on the docks in Jersey, as they were trying to take over. For weeks I had been standing shoulder to shoulder with the sentinel and buttonmen to show the assholes that no one was going to take what was ours. Máthair had insisted that I be at the dinner, even going as far as laying out one of my best suits for the occasion. I was late getting home and by the time I showered and dressed, the party was in full force. Walking into the living room, I remember hearing the song My Lovely Rose of Clare playing and as I looked across the room, I saw her. She was wearing this stunning, emerald green gown that hugged her every curve. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. As the song continued, I don’t remember walking towards her, though I was standing in front of her in a blink of an eye. Then it happened, she looked up at me, I met her gaze and I was lost in those shamrock green eyes. It was in that moment that I knew that I would love her until dying breath,” Carlisle said with a sigh.
“Are you sure?” Bella asked as she held her breath.
Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he smiled at her. “I don’t want to scare you, but us Irish men know who we love very quickly, and Bella, I do love you. I love you, not because you are carrying our children but because you are the only woman I ever want. I want to share our lives together through good times and bad. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake in the morning with my arms wrapped around you. I know there will be times when we will disagree, but I promise never to go to bed mad. You are my life, my soul, and you own my heart. Please give me a chance to show you,” Edward pleaded, then placed his hands on either side of her belly. “I also promise to be here for these precious little boys and the other children that you will give me.”
Bella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wanted it all with Edward. Quickly leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his lips. Pulling back slightly, she whispered. “I love you, too.”
Edward’s heart soared and he pulled Bella onto his lap and began to kiss her with all the love he had for her. Her hands went to his hair, tugging him closer as their tongues tangled in an erotic dance. Bella couldn’t sit still, her little ass moved restlessly as she tried to gain some friction, which caused Edward’s cock to harden. God, he needed to be inside of her again. Suddenly the car stopped and when he pulled back from the kiss, his breath ragged from the lack of oxygen, he saw that they were in front of their apartment building. Well, it wasn’t technically hers yet, but it would be as soon as he contacted his lawyer, she would be the co-owner of everything that he legally owned. “Let’s finish this later in our bed,” he murmured against her lips.
“Please,” she begged. Her hormones were raging, wanting some relief. She didn’t care where they were, she needed to come.
“Fuck, I can’t deny you anything,” he groaned. Knowing that Phil wouldn’t open the door until he was given the signal and the windows were darkened so no one could see in. Moving her ass back a little on his lap, he slipped his hand down her leggings and panties, finding her folds wet with need. “Oh, my little girl is so wet. Do you need to come?”
“Yes, I need to come so bad,” she cried.
Edward continued to stroke her wet folds and then took her clit between his fingers, rubbing and pinching. He could hear her panting and knew she was close. Moving close to her ear, he ran his tongue around the shell and took the ear lobe between his teeth, biting down. “COME FOR ME!” He demanded.
She heard his command, the tension that had been building, released with wave after wave of euphoria, pulsed through her body, which seemed to go on for hours. Finally, the spasms stopped and she opened her eyes and was faced with Edward’s blazing green orbs. She watched as he pulled his fingers from her leggings, bringing them up to his lips, and sucked the wetness from them. “Fuck me,” she gasped.
“So fucking yummy and I plan on dining from the source when I get us to our bed,” he said, giving her one of his devilish smiles.
“Our bed?” Bella asked.
“What is mine is yours, so get used to it. Come, woman, let us get upstairs and invite your friends and our family over,” Edward chuckled as he helped her back to the seat. He tapped on the security glass, signaling Phil to open the door.
Phil got out of the driver’s seat and surveyed the area to verify that Edward’s and Bella’s guards were in position. His primary duty was to drive the Skipper and to keep him safe while he is in the vehicle. Over the years, he had also participated in a few assaults with rival families using “The Beast.” It is a hand-built monster named Knight XV that weighs over thirteen-hundred pounds and has a gas tank that holds sixty-three gallons of gas. With a V10, 6.8-liter engine and sits on a commercial class chassis, it provides 400 hp and 498-lbs of torque. The Skipper didn’t skimp on money and it was decked out with luxury carpeting, leather seating, custom flat screen television and a TracVision satellite system. It also had indirect LED lighting, AM, FM, CD, DVD, navigation, Bluetooth equipment and overhead tandem bulletproof sunroof, TV monitors, night vision and rear op camera system with a PlayStation 3 and Xbox personal digital entertainment. He had only driven it a few times since the Warlord claimed it for his own private vehicle. The Skipper just laughed and put in an order for another one, not wanting to take away his brother’s toy.
When Phil felt everyone was in place, he opened the back door. Edward stepped out, taking a good look around for any dangers and when he thought it was safe, he offered his hand to Bella. Helping her from the vehicle, he offered his arm to her and they walked arm in arm to the door that was held open by Royce while the others surrounded them. Once inside, they walked toward the private elevator used only by the apartments’ residents. Each resident had a passcode that had to be entered before the doors would open. Guests had to be escorted in by one of the security team. Once they gained access to the elevator, Edward pulled a key from his pocket, put it into the control panel and pushed the Penthouse button.
“I will get you a key today,” Edward declared as they began their ascent.
“You don’t have to,” Bella reasoned.
Placing a kiss on top of her head and pulling her close. He knew that she was very independent and would fight him concerning money; nonetheless, she would soon be the co-owner of every legal business, building, and bank account that he had. Soon they arrived at the penthouse and the double doors of the elevator opened to the front foyer. The epitome of luxury, with the most breathtaking views of Central Park, the iconic Manhattan skyline and all points north, south, east and west.
Bella stood, looking around with her mouth wide open. She thought that the apartment she shared with Rose and Alice was spectacular. Even so, it dwarfed in comparison to this opulent space. Hell, she was impressed with just the foyer. The walls were a soft gray with a white marble floor with a black star inlay. As they walked towards the living room, there were floor-to-ceiling windows that had dramatic views of the city. Looking around, she saw that everywhere seemed to be the same gray color.
“I haven’t stayed here much,” Edward said.
“Why?” Bella asked.
“There is a small bed in the back room of my office. I usually crash there after a long day,” Edward explained. “However, I promise I will not be sleeping there anymore. How do you like it so far?”
“It is very nice,” Bella answered.
“Change whatever you want,” Edward instructed.
“No, it is fine.”
Placing his finger under her chin, he raised it to look at him. “Bella, this is our home, a place where we live, a place that we will bring our boys back to after they are born,” Edward implored.
“I don’t know anything about design,” she muttered. Rose and Alice had designed their apartment.
“Mom would be more than happy to help you. She lives to decorate,” he exclaimed.
“Okay,” Bella agreed as her mind went to what she would like to do to the room.
Sweeping her up into his arms. “Come, let me give you a quick tour.”
“Put me down before you hurt your back,” Bella laughed, slapping his arm playfully.
“You are as light as a feather and we don’t want you to exert yourself since we have plans after everyone leaves,” Edward informed, wagging his eyebrows.
Adjacent to the living room was the library, which also overlooked the park and has pocket doors to close off the space. Next is the formal dining room, which also has the same mesmerizing views and pocket doors, allowing the entertaining space to flow. There is an impressive windowed eat-in kitchen with a separate corner windowed breakfast room; both rooms have stunning views of Central Park and the city skyline. The kitchen is superbly outfitted and has state-of-the-art appliances, including a Subzero refrigerator with two freezer drawers, two Miele dishwashers, a Miele oven, a Miele speed oven/microwave, a Miele warming drawer, a Miele wine refrigerator, a Wolf double oven, a Wolf range with six burners and a griddle, a Wolf vented hood, and two sinks. In addition to the breakfast room, there is an island with seating for four and a large pantry closet with built-in storage. An elegant full bathroom clad in onyx with a shower and coat closet complete the public spaces.
Edward walked them into the extraordinary master suite. The corner of the bedroom faces south and east and is illuminated with brilliant sunlight throughout the day. There was an enormous dressing room as well as a separate oversized closet. The suite had two lavish windowed en-suite master bathrooms. The first faced south and had two sinks, a separate deep soaking bathtub, a windowed walk-in steam shower, and a bidet. The second faces east and has a sizeable windowed steam shower. Both bathrooms have radiant heat in the floors, slabs of marble and polished nickel fixtures. The second bedroom suite faces south and with a large closet and an en-suite that is windowed with marble and a bathtub and radiant heated floors. The third bedroom was a corner suite that faces south and west with beautiful views of Central Park and the Midtown skyline. It had an en-suite with marble bathroom, a shower and radiant heated in the floors. There was a laundry area with an Electrolux side-by-side washer and vented dryer. The home had a back service hallway connecting the secondary bedrooms to the kitchen.
When they were finished with the tour, Edward walked her back to the living room and carefully placed her on one of the couches near the window. “So, do you think you can live in this humble abode?” Edward asked with a smile.
“Are you crazy? This place is unbelievable. I will have to have a map to get around,” she declared.
“I thought that the third bedroom would be a great room for a nursery,” Edward said.
“Me too,” Bella chirped.
“Alright, I am going to call Emmett and Jasper and have them bring Rose and Alice since they already met for dinner along with my parents,” Edward said, placing a quick kiss on her sweet lips.
“Okay,” Bella agreed, even though she was worried about how her friends were going to take the fact that she was moving in with Edward.
“Daddy, some whore is saying she is having Edward’s baby,” Irina whined, twirling her hair around her finger.
“Oh my love, I will make sure to take care of the issue,” Eleazar soothed.
“I want to give Edward his son,” she cried.
“You will sweetheart, you will. We have a mole on the inside and they will bring the bitch to us,” he chuckled darkly as he sent out a text.
Looking out across the newly fallen puffy white snow, Edward rubbed his strong chiseled chin and sighed. This was his favorite time of the year. During this month, he enjoyed these moments for himself, instead of the needs of others. It was during this time he replenished and rejuvenated his weary soul and prepared for the season before him. He wondered if this season would be the last. Believers, those who kept the true meaning of Christmas in their hearts, were becoming extremely rare. So rare, that he could only remember one in the last fifteen years.
Thinking back on the enchanting child, he couldn’t help but smile. Her heart was so pure, that it reminded him of the clearest of ice sickles that formed outside his bedroom window at home. Even today he could still see her tiny five-year-old hand as it reached lovingly and rubbed the velvety soft covered nose of his favorite reindeer, Seth. He watched her from the cover of the trees, not wanting to disturb the perfect moment. Her angelic smile warmed his heart, as she stared into Seth’s eyes, then the wind blew her dark chestnut hair giving her the illusion of a mystical fairy. She was true perfection. The purity of both her heart and spirit was evident.
He had embraced the family business as a small lad. His grandfather had been the first Santa Claus, the one that people named, Father Noel. Yes, Edward had spent his life with the responsibilities of being the grandson of the original Santa Claus. In the year 940 A.D., Nicholas Cullen began spreading joy to needy children. First, it was the village next to his home, then he spread his joy to the rest of the world. He, his wife Elizabeth, and his family had led a secretive life, hiding their true selves from others. Humans thought they were the only ones who inhabited this planet, however, they were not.
Humans were unaware of the immortal creatures who coexisted with them in their world, walking side by side with the mortals, never revealing to them their differences. There were witches, werewolves, vampires, elves; of which Nicholas’ family were members. Over time, legends were formed and tales were told of the immortals, though the tales were far from the truth. The myths and descriptions that were portrayed were so far removed from the truth that the immortals had no fear of being discovered. They didn’t sparkle in the sunlight, burn in the daylight, change only at a full moon, have pointy ears or warts on their noses. Most of these beings were unbelievably beautiful, incredibly strong, never died and possessed mystical gifts.
Nicholas was gifted with the ability to see the good or evil in humans. Using this gift, he was able to decide which child was deserving of a gift. His family, with their multitude of talents, made toys for each good girl or boy. On several occasions, humans had happened upon the location of their home and workshop. Thankfully for grandma Elizabeth’s gift, she had been able to erase their memories and they were once again protected. However, it was only a matter of time before the humans would become a problem and their secret was revealed.
The legend of flying reindeer and sleigh was also correct, other than the fact that the reindeer had strong names, not the simple names that the humans assigned them. Who the hell came up with such weird and horrible names? Cupid was a foolish name, not the name that signified the majesty that the regal reindeer deserved. The origins of the reindeer occurred when the Senior Veterinarian elf, Ephraim, used his gift to endow them with the ability to fly. Each Father Christmas had their own individual reindeer team who would remain with them until he decided to retire. After the reindeer were retired from duty, they enjoyed a life of being pampered.
With the help of his elfin family, Nicholas found a place far removed from the human settlements to set up a home and workshop. Unlike the humans, the cold did not affect elves, so the northernmost hemisphere was claimed and they began their construction. A grand home was built, along with a massive workshop, including homes for each of the elfin families. As time passed by, the once small community had grown into a medium-size town.
As the human population began to grow and expand into other regions of the world, it became apparent that Nicholas needed to curtail the distribution of gifts to the children to maintain the secrecy. He decided to concentrate his efforts to one specific day to deliver his gifts to the good girls and boys. After talking it over with his family, they decided that December twenty-fifth was the perfect day. It was one week before the end of the year, a time of reflection of one’s actions for the past year.
Four hundred and sixty years later, Nicholas turned the reins over to his son, Carlisle, who took up the reins, so to speak, and continued his father’s endeavors. The humans continued with their legends of the jolly old man who delivered presents, much of which was totally prosperous. Their Father Noel had come to be known as Santa Claus with white hair, long white beard, large round belly, wore a red suit and had a twinkle in his eyes. Out of all of the outlandish descriptions, only one was correct, though it only happened when a male elf found his mate and that was when his eyes would twinkle a golden color.
When Carlisle assumed the mantle passed down by Nicholas, he had yet to find his soul mate. However, he was so enthralled with performing his duties, that he only occasionally felt the loneliness. It was during his two hundredth year of serving as Father Christmas and continuing the tradition of spending a month away from the workshop before the big night, that he found his one true love. She was not a member of their elfin community but lived in a small island village in the northern region of the Americas; on one of its great lakes. Carlisle’s father had built a home in the woods there that overlooked the lake. Over time more and more humans began populating the small island home and named it Beaver Island.
On one magical winter’s night, Carlisle was walking along the beach enjoying the peace and serenity, when he happened upon a lovely, caramel-haired beauty with enchanting light green eyes. He hadn’t expected to see another elf on the island, since he had been here so many times before.
“Good evening. My name is Carlisle,” he said with a bow.
“Good evening. My name is Esmeralda, but you may call me Esme,” she replied in a thick Irish brogue. Esme was shocked to see another of her kind that was not part of the family. They had just arrived two days prior to settle on the delightful island that reminded them of their home, Ireland. Her father had brought them to the Americas to take part in the new life and prosperity that it claimed to provide.
“Esme was surprised to see another of our kind on the island,” Carlisle indulged with a crooked smile.
“I am as well. Are you here for work or pleasure?” Esme asked, as she tried to calm her racing heart.
“I am on holiday. My family owns a home on the island,” Carlisle explained.
“Are you here with your family?” Esme quizzed, not asking the question that she wanted answered most of all. Was he here with a wife?
Carlisle couldn’t help himself, but reached out and grasped Esme’s hand. Upon contact with her soft, warm flesh he felt a sand warmth encompassing his heart. “I have no wife. I am here alone.”
Esme looked at her hand encased in Carlisle’s strong one, then up to his face. When she looked into his ice-blue eyes, she saw a sparkle of gold in them. They were so beautiful, so alluring, and more than that, she could see her future in them. “No wife?” She murmured softly.
“No. There has never been anyone, there will never anyone, except you,” Carlisle declared.
They were married the next day and at the end of Carlisle’s month-long vacation he brought Esme back to his home. She was welcomed with loving arms by everyone. Esme knew and had heard the legends about Santa Claus, but was shocked to discover he truly existed. She thought it was just another legend that the humans had concocted once again. Humans were so imaginative.
Ten years later, Esme and Carlisle were blessed with the family they had created of three children. Edward who was their oldest and a set of twins that they named Alice and Rosalie. Edward, as the firstborn, and only son, embraced his heritage, learning everything he could about being the next Father Christmas. The gift he was born with was both a blessing and a curse. He had the ability to hear every thought of the human race. This was a blessing because he was able to determine what they were truly thinking, though it became tedious having to listen to not only the selfless and compassionate thoughts of some but their vile, evil thoughts as well. Over the years, he became able to block certain thoughts, which gave him a reprieve when he was out. His sister, Alice, had received the gift sedation. cause humans to fall into a deep sleep filled with dreams of happiness and joy. On Christmas Eve, before her father started out for his mission to deliver the toys, she would initiate a sleep spell that would make each of his recipients fall into a deep slumber, preventing them from seeing “Santa” enter their home.
His sister, Rosalie, was born with the gift of protection. She was able to project a shield around anything or anyone to hide them from threats. The shield would remain in place until she removed it. This was helpful, because she placed a protective shield around their home and elfin village, blocking it from the view and knowledge of the outside world. She also projected a shield around her father and his sleigh when he went out to deliver the gifts.
After four hundred years of service, Carlisle had decided to retire, and relinquish the duties of Father Christmas to his son Edward; who gladly accepted the honor. He had observed his father performing the duties and loved bringing joy to the deserving children of the world. However, much to his disappointment, children began to change in the mid-twentieth century. They became entitled, demanding the types and quantity of toys they wanted. So here he was a month before Christmas deciding if this would be the last time he would make the run as Santa Claus.
Walking into the house, he decided he needed his daily caffeine fix. Opening the cabinet above the coffee maker he looked at the glass container and groaned. There were only a few granules of the dark richness.
“Damn,” he groaned out loud. He hated that he had to go into town, and even worse that he wouldn’t be caffeinated. Someone could be seriously injured if they got in his way of his precious dark roast grounds. Changing out of his sleep pants, he slipped into clothes that wouldn’t draw attention to himself. He would be comfortable in shorts and no shirt in the cold weather, but that would definitely draw too much attention for someone who was trying to maintain a low profile. After donning a pair of 501 button fly jeans, his favorite Imagine Dragons tee-shirt, covering it with a blue checkered flannel shirt, he completed the look with a pair of Doc Martin boots. Looking in the mirror, he ran a brush through his dark caramel hair, trying to tame the numerous cowlicks that riddled his head. However, he finally decided that it was fruitless and let it stick up wherever it wanted.
Grabbing up the keys to the 1956 F100 candy apple red pickup, he made his way to the garage. It had been in the garage and kept in mint condition. When he or his family wasn’t on the island, their groundskeeper, Marcus, would start the engine once a week and take it out for a drive once a month. Edward walked out the back door and looked across the yard, seeing Seth and Garrett munching on their favorite vegetable feed.
“Guys, I am going into town,” Edward called out to them, opening his mind to their thoughts.
“Can we go?” Seth asked.
“Not this time. I am just going for some provisions,” Edward answered.
“Don’t forget about our needs,” Garrett reminded, with a grunt.
“Oh no. The last time you guys had it, you stank up the whole outside for miles,” Edward grimaced. “The town officials were looking everywhere for a possible gas leak.”
Both Seth and Garrett both neighed showing their teeth. They recalled how funny everyone’s faces were after they finished letting off some steam. Looking at each other then back to Edward, this time with sad pouty faces, they begged. “Please,” they both pleaded.
Edward looked at their pitiful eyes and smiled. “Okay, fine but only a twelve-pack and domestic not Heineken.”
Seth and Garrett neighed with excitement. They watched as Edward turned, shaking his head and went into the garage. They couldn’t wait to enjoy the bubbly goodness.
The early morning sun filtered through the hospital windows. It’s bright beams landing on Bella’s sleeping face. Opening her eyes, she looked around the room, disoriented about where she was and then remembered that she had been taken to the hospital. This was the first night since arriving that she had slept peacefully. Her eyes then fell upon Edward, sleeping on the chair that pulled out into a tiny bed. His massive body cramped into its small space laying on his side with his ankles and feet hanging over the end. She hadn’t noticed his feet before, though she smiled over the old saying about men with large feet. In Edward’s case, it was very accurate because she remembered how well endowed he was in that department. Recalling his long, thick cock, she unconsciously contracted her pelvic floor muscles. After all this time, she could still remember how he felt when he was buried deep inside her, causing a jolt of desire to pulse through her. Damn, she was horny and she needed relief that wasn’t battery operated.
“Belllaa,” Edward moaned as he rolled over on his back.
Bella was stunned at his moan of her name, and then she saw that his massive cock was tenting his sleep pants. The fabric was so tight, it had to be uncomfortable for him. She then watched as he took his hand rubbing and pushing the top of his pants, moving them down, so the tip of his cock was now visible. It was magnificent. She broke out in a cold sweat as she watched Edward finally remove his cock from its confines and began stroking his hand up and down.
“Bella, sweetheart, I need you so badly. I only want you, now and forever,” Edward murmured hoarsely.
A cry caught in Bella’s throat. He wanted her forever. Could she open her heart to him? Could she trust him not to lie to her? Placing her hand on her belly, she thought about Edward talking to them and how his voice was full of so much love. There was no doubt that he loved their sons. They were their sons, a combination of the two of them. A product of a magical night of passion and love. Yes, love. There was no doubt that he was her other half. As she thought about the truth of that statement, she was gifted by two powerful kicks. Leaning down, she whispered. “You are going to be so loved.”
Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, she stood, never taking her eyes off Edward as he continued stroking himself, moaning her name over and over again. Glancing over to the door, she breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was shut. Sliding her pajama bottoms and underwear off, she stepped over to Edward. Taking her hand, she swept his hair from his eyes, then ran her finger over his eyelids.
“Bella, baby,” he moaned as his tongue came out, licking his lips.
Placing her hand over his, she began to stroke his cock, up and down in tandem with his strokes. His cock was perfection, exactly as she remembered it.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled. “I need your WAP.”
Wap? What the hell was that? Bella thought. Then he began to hum a sultry tune, then he stopped and began to mumble the lyrics.
I said, certified freak
Seven days a week
Wet ass pussy
HOLY SHIT! Hearing him say wet ass pussy, caused her to almost combust. She needed him; she needed his cock. Climbing over his legs, she positioned herself over him. Bending forward, she began kissing his neck, up his jawline and finally to his ear. “Edward, my love, wake up.”
Edward heard Bella’s voice through his dream. She was always there, always loving him, touching him. He could almost feel her hot breath on his ear. Never had his dream felt so real.
“Wake up,” Bella whispered in his ear. “I have a wet ass pussy waiting for your cock.”
Hearing those words, he opened his eyes and groaned. Bella was on top of him. Her hair was hanging down, like a silky brown curtain and then he felt her sex, wet, hotm, and rubbing across his dick. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice full of sleep and need.
“I need you to plunge deep into my wet…hot…pussy,” she purred, drawing out the words.
Capturing her mouth with his, he gave her a long open mouth kiss, driving his tongue in her mouth, claiming her tongue with his. Finally, pulling away, he began placing feather-light kisses up her jawline. “Are you sure, mo shiorghra (my eternal love)?
Placing her hand on the side of his face, she looks into his vibrant green eyes. “You have ensured that my needs have been taken care of since I arrived at the hospital. Soft, comfortable bedding, delicious meals, cute pajamas, and decadent chocolate cake. However, I am horny as hell and I need for you to curb my wants and desires.” Bella could have just plunged herself on his erection, but that was wrong. She couldn’t take what was not given to her. She wanted him to want to be with her.
“Well, I can’t have you wanting something when I can give it to you,” he smirked, reaching between them and aligning himself at her wet opening. Fuck she was so wet that it was dripping onto him. Wet ass pussy indeed. Easing himself through her opening, he was granted entrance with a loud moan.
“YES!” Bella groaned as every nerve in her body lit up with desire.
“God, I have missed you so fucking much,” Edward murmured, overwhelmed by the feel of being inside of her once again.
“Better than I dreamed,” she said, leaning back her body, matching his thrust. The pressure of her release was building and she couldn’t help but chant his name over and over again.
“So fucking good. Never again will I lose you,” Edward declared.
Hearing that, Bella’s orgasm took over with wave after wave of bliss. She ran her nails up his chest, taking one of his nipples between her fingers and twisted it. “COME FOR ME!”
Edward was always in control. The Captain of the family, the man that everyone complies to his every command. Yet hearing Bella scream for him to come, his body followed her’s, releasing deep inside of her. She collapsed against him, her large belly tight against his and suddenly, he felt his sons kicking. “Is that what I think it is?”
Bella sat back up, relishing the feeling of his now semi-hard cock still inside of her. God, what that man did to her. She felt his hands on her belly and watched his face as he marveled over the kicks. “Yes, they are very active in the morning.”
Edward wrapped his arms around her and began to sit up. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. I’m sorry that you didn’t have a comfortable bed,” Bella answered. “I hope that Dr. O’Neil lets me go home today.”
“Home? Do you think it is wise to go home alone?” He questioned, not wanting to be apart from her now that they had made progress.
“I won’t be alone. I live with Alice and Rose,” Bella answered.
“They work all day and you will be alone. What if something happens and they are not there? I can’t imagine something happening to you or our precious little ones,” he declared.
“I’ll be okay,” she answered, noticing the concern on his face.
“Stay with me,” he blurted out.
Bella gasped over the comment. “I can’t. Rose and Alice have been so supportive and I don’t want to be far from them.”
Reach up, he stroked the side of her face. It was so smooth and flawless. “I never really believed in fate or destiny until now. Robbie bought your apartment in my building and one floor above yours is my apartment. You wouldn’t be far from your friends and I know my mother would love to spend time with you deciding on how you want to decorate the nursery. Damn, you can redecorate the whole apartment, make it a home for you, the babies,” he stated, then in a much lower voice, almost a whisper. “And me.”
“Edward, we just found each other and we still have a lot of things to work out,” Bella replied, as her heart rate was increasing.
“We can do that with you in my, no, our apartment. I will work as much as I can from home so I will be with you, care for you, make sure you get everything you want and desire,” he exclaimed, his voice becoming husky from desire and his cock which was still buried in her became hard. Shifting his hips, he began moving inside of her.
“Fuck, Edward,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she began to meet his moves, stroke for stroke.
“Anytime, anywhere you want this, I will be there,” he groaned. “I will never leave you wanting.”
“Yes,” she cried.
Suddenly the door opened. “Bella sweetie, I didn’t see,” Esme began as she walked in, then stopped. A huge smile broke across her face and she turned quickly. “I’ll just go freshen up my coffee.”
Bella turned when the door opened and her face bloomed red in embarrassment. Turning back to Edward, she buried her face into his shoulder. Once she heard the door close, she remained there. “I can’t believe that happened.”
“It is fine. She is probably out there planning our wedding,” Edward chuckled.
“How can you laugh at a time like this? She saw us having sex.”
Pulling her up so he could look at her lovely face. “She already knows we had sex.” He placed his hands on her belly.
Slapping his arm. “That is not funny.”
He licked his lips and moved his hand down her belly to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. Stroking, pinching it until her passion was back to before his mother’s arrival. “Stop thinking and just feel.”
Following his command, she allowed herself to push the thought of his mother into the back of her mind and allow the sensation of his touch to take over. He began to move again inside of her and a few minutes later, they both succumbed to their powerful orgasms. When their spasms ceased, he helped her off his lap and into the bathroom, where he had stored the remainder of her clothes and his own. “We better hurry before Mom comes back or a nurse comes in. It would be quicker if we showered together.”
Bella gave him a smile with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, right.”
They stepped in the hot water and Edward picked up a rag, pouring on the body soap that his mother had said was good for her skin. He began washing every inch of her body, taking extra care of her breasts and pussy. When he looked at her, he could see that the flames of desire were being stoked to life once more, much like his own. As much as he would love to take her once again, they didn’t have time. When he was finished bathing her, he quickly began washing his own body.
His hands were going to be the death of her. One-touch and her body was craving for more. She watched as he washed and turned off the water. Taking one of the towels, not one from the hospital, but one of the ones that he had made sure she had, he dried her off and then wrapped a dry one around her, before placing one around his waist. “Fuck I forgot our clothes are in the room.”
“Oh well, she has already seen us having sex. At least we are covered with towels,” Bella giggled.
“Minco (Mink),” he growled, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips where he kissed her knuckles.
“I am going to have to get a translator if you keep speaking Gaelic,” Bella remarked.
“I’ll give you Gaelic lessons,” he started, then wiggled his eyebrows. “But only if we are both naked.”
Bella’s mouth fell open. Shaking her head at him she gave him a frown. “You are one dangerous man.”
“Oh, baby you have no clue,” he smirked. They opened the door, taking a look around and breathed a sigh of relief that no one was there. They dressed quickly and Edward helped Bella in the bed then cleaned up the blankets from the chair. Fucking thing was the most uncomfortable contraption ever invented. Just as he was finishing tying his shoes, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in Mom,” he called out as he looked over to Bella whose face had turned a bright shade of red.
“Good Morning, I brought breakfast for you both,” Esme said, trying to hide the smile. She had been shocked for sure, but elated to see them together this morning. There was no doubt that they were meant to be together and she had already begun to think about the details for the wedding. It would be small with a large reception to be held after her grandsons were born. She could see it being held at St. Peter’s with Father Michael officiating. The chapel would be decorated with gardenias and hydrangeas. It would have to be soon, before Bella was too large to enjoy the day. “You both look very refreshed. Did you sleep well?”
“Mom,” Edward groaned.
“What?” She asked, giving him a pointed look before turning to Bella. “I brought you a wonderful omelet.” Placing the container on the table, she went over picking up the plates and silverware. Edward helped her to serve up the omelet, fresh fruit, hot non caffeine tea for Bella and coffee for Edward.
Bella inhaled the mouth watering smell of the food and pushed aside her embarrassment. Digging in, she devoured every bite.
“So happy to see that your appetite has returned,” Esme teased as she looked over at Edward who had also devoured his food. Hmm, sex does have a way of making you hungry, remembering the many times that her and Carlisle had been ravenous after a night of love making.
Edward shook his head and finished up his breakfast. When they all had finished, he collected the plates and silverware, giving them to one of the guards to take to the kitchen to be cleaned. He excused himself and went out to make a few phone calls to check on business. Jasper had been keeping an eye on shipments that were coming in and keeping him up to date.
While Edward was out of the room, the nurse Tracey came in and took Bella’s vitals.
“Wonderful, they are all normal and your little ones’ heartbeats are normal as well,” Tracey explained. “Dr. O’Neil should be in in a few minutes.”
“Great, I’m hoping to leave this place today,” Bella said.
Edward came back in after Tracey left and sat on the bed beside Bella. Taking her hand he kissed it. “Is everything normal?”
“Yes. We are just waiting for the doctor,” she explained.
“Bella has agreed to move in with me,” Edward told his mother.
Bella whipped her head towards him. “I did not.”
Leaning to her ear he whispered. “You cried out yes just a little while ago.”
Bella then remembered. Damn his magical cock. “Alright, though we still need to work out a few things.”
“Gladly, as long as I get to see you everyday,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“This is fantastic news. I would love to help you decorate the place to blend both your tastes,” Esme chirped.
“See I told you,” Edward joked.
Ten minutes later Dr. O’Neil came in and after checking Bella out, she allowed her to go home with strict orders to take it easy for the next two weeks and if she is still doing fine after that, more restrictions will be released. After Dr. O’Neil left, Edward began making calls to have a vehicle and extra guard ready to move them from the hospital to home. Esme helped Bella change into a pair of maternity leggings, a sapphire top, and a pair of black ballet flats. She then packed Bella’s bags, making arrangements to deliver the floral arrangements to others throughout the hospital. An hour later, Bella was in a wheelchair being wheeled through the hospital surrounded by four guards. When they got to the front door, a long black limo with darkened windows was waiting with four more guards. Edward helped Bella out of the chair and wrapped her arm around his, walking slowly towards the car, all the while looking around for any threats.
As he helped Bella in the car, he didn’t see the woman across the street, her face full of rage. Edward Cullen was hers and no one was going to stand in her way.
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After dropping off Bella’s car at her condo, Edward drove them to the coffee shop. Once he helped her into his Bronco, they weaved their fingers together, unable to keep apart. “You’re quiet, love,” Edward said as he pulled out of the garage.
“I have a lot to say. I’m just trying to put into order,” she replied. “Angela teased me that I was too inside my head.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Edward said, kissing her knuckles. “Being overly impulsive can be detrimental. Emmett has several tattoos that were etched into his skin impulsively. He’s got a pretty good likeness of Yogi Berra tattooed on his left butt cheek.”
“A cartoon bear?” Bella giggled.
“No, the baseball legend … ‘It ain’t over, til it’s over’,” Edward snickered. “Emmett played baseball and was a catcher until his knees told him otherwise. Anyway, after one game, Emmett and his fellow teammates wanted to get tattoos. Only, everyone else chickened out. Emmett volunteered to go first and he proudly wanted to show off a gorgeous portrait on his ass, but his teammates were gone. Unfortunately, he didn’t learn from his mistake. He got a few other tattoos. One he had to get because he lost a bet. A pair of chicken wings on his back.”
“Chicken wings … with feathers?” Bella asked.
“No feathers,” Edward snorted. “The third one was given to him when he was passed out drunk while out for a friend’s bachelor party. In an Olde English font, above his junk, they put the words ‘I’m awesome’. It was misspelled deliberately: A-W-S-O-M-E.”
“Why doesn’t he get them removed?” Bella laughed as Edward pulled into the parking lot next to the coffee shop.
He turned off the car after he parked. “Emmett likes to think of his tattoos, no matter how he got them, as badges of honor. If anything, he’d get them covered or reworked. You’ve met him. Emmett takes things as they come. Very easy-going and quick to joke.”
“This is true,” Bella giggled. “Rose said that Emmett’s humor is one of his most attractive qualities.”
Edward got out of the car, helping Bella out of the Bronco. They walked into the coffee shop and ordered their usual. Settling into their booth, Edward sipped his coffee. “I came in here every morning, hoping that I’d run into you,” he admitted quietly.
“Yeah, I avoided this place,” Bella grimaced. “I got my caffeine addiction from a cart inside the hospital. Since sleeping didn’t really happen, I needed a coffee IV. When it did happen, I was passed out … alcohol helped me achieve numbness.”
“Bella,” Edward frowned.
“Can you let me talk? You had your chance, but I need to get all of this out of my brain. It’s still not in order, but I want you to understand why I freaked the fuck out,” she snorted humorlessly. She took another sip of her coffee, wishing it was stronger. “You have brothers. How’s your relationship with them? Are you close?”
“Not as close as I used to be, but we love each other,” Edward answered. “Even when I moved away, we kept in touch. Emails, texts, brief phone calls.”
Bella sighed, idly turning the coffee cup on the wooden table. “Imagine if one of your brothers died. It would shatter you, right?”
“It would shatter anyone,” Edward frowned.
“Angela, she was my twin. We shared everything, even a face. She was my person, the one person that I trusted above everyone else. Every secret, every joy, every moment of sadness, every accomplishment, we shared. Hell, we even came up with our own language,” Bella sniffled. “It was completely nonsensical, but it was ours.
“Anyway, our parents tried to make us do everything the same but it was quite apparent that we were very different despite our identical appearances. Angela was artistry embodied. She could dance, draw, paint, and play the violin like a dream. She could play other instruments, but her love was the violin. It was an extension of her soul. She played in various orchestras; she was first chair in the all-state honors orchestra when she was a senior. Do you know someone that talented? I cried at the performance even if I had no idea what any of it meant.
“I was her polar opposite. Pragmatic, practical, analytical. Where she was artistry, I was all about science, facts, research. She went to Juilliard and I went to college, pre-med,” Bella said, taking another cup of coffee. “Now, despite our differences, Angela understood me. She was always the person I’d turn to if I needed advice, a laugh or a good swift kick to the ass, she’d give it to me.”
“Siblings have a tendency to do that,” Edward laughed.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m crazy,” Bella tittered anxiously. “But, Angela told me to pull my head out of my ass and to stop being an asshole to you.”
“Seriously, not crazy, but I’d gone out for a drink with Victoria. She really got me thinking. So much so that when I went to bed that night, Angela made an appearance. In her usual Angela-way, she ripped me a new asshole and told me to pull my head out of my ass,” Bella snorted. “So, who am I to deny my sister? I was an asshole.”
“Bella, love, I did drop a huge bomb on you,” Edward breathed, taking her hand in his. “I get that you needed time and space away from me. I should have told you sooner.”
“But, if you’d told me sooner, I never would have pursued this,” Bella answered honestly. “My heart was irrevocably damaged when Angela died. I felt it. I knew that she was gone.” She pressed her hand to her heart. “In here, I knew.”
She looked outside, tears welling in her eyes. She looked, unseeing, at the people walking on the sidewalk. She felt Edward’s large, calloused hand caressing hers. Using her free hand, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and blinked back to Edward. “I am sorry for pulling away. I will always be sorry for ghosting you. I never truly allowed myself to grieve Angela’s death. Knowing that you were the last person to see her alive, rattled me to my core.”
“I understand why you did it, Bella,” Edward murmured. “The reason why I left Seattle was because of what happened to Angela. I had her in my grasp and it was a perfect storm of fire, heat, explosions and human frailty. I had nightmares for years. Hell, when I first met you, Angela changed to you and I was terrified. I felt drawn to you immediately. When I first saw you, I thought I was seeing a ghost, but then you spoke.”
“My voice is raspier than Angela’s,” Bella chuckled. “I had several bouts of strep throat and had my tonsils removed. There was some minor damage to my vocal cords during the surgery. I’ll always sound like this.” Bella pulled out her phone and found a video. “This was taken over Thanksgiving prior to her death.”
Edward watched the video. It was of Bella and Angela. Bella was obviously holding the camera in selfie mode.
“What are you most thankful for, Ang?” Bella asked, her voice deep and raspy, like she’d smoked a few too many cigarettes.
“I’m thankful for fluffy beds, handsome men and whoever invented Daylight Savings Time,” Angela giggled. Her voice was crystalline, like bells. “I’m also thankful for you, Bells. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you last.” She moved so Bella was in the frame, hugging her sister. “You work too hard, Isabella Marie!”
“I know, I know,” Bella grumbled, rolling her eyes and snuggling closer to Angela. “But, I’m here for Thanksgiving and will probably be out here for Christmas. It’s all up to the powers that be. Since I worked a majority of the holidays last year, the probability is pretty high I’ll be back for Christmas.”
“What are you thankful for, Bella?” Angela asked, taking the phone from Bella.
“You, Ang. I’m thankful for you,” Bella beamed at her sister. “Love you, Ang.”
“Love you more, Bells,” Angela breathed.
The video ended and Edward looked up at Bella. She was crying. “I ended up having to cover for a coworker for the holidays and that was the last time I saw Angela alive.”
Edward got up from his side of the booth and enfolded her into his arms. “Sweet girl,” he murmured. She gripped his shirt, quietly sobbing against his chest. He pressed his lips to her forehead, giving her as much love and support as she grieved for Angela.
“I had that video on my phone for almost six years. I couldn’t watch it,” she muttered. “I had a few other videos, mainly of Angela playing the violin, but this was our relationship. Angela was silly and I was focused. I love her so much.” She pulled back and wiped her face. “It’s why I was so closed off after her death. I didn’t want to open myself up to be obliterated into a million pieces if I lost another person I loved.”
“What about your parents?” Edward asked.
“I was a cruel reminder of what they lost,” Bella shrugged, drinking from her coffee. She showed Edward the phone. A picture of Bella and Angela was on the screen. “We look exactly alike. The only differences were in our voices, our brains and our hair. Angela had straight hair, where mine is curlier.”
“But, you’re both so different,” Edward frowned, looking at the last frame of the video. “Your parents adore you.”
“I know that they do, but every so often, I’ll see Dad or Mom looking at me like I was a ghost or a figment of their imagination. I couldn’t handle that,” Bella sighed. “So, after Angela’s funeral, I flew back to New York and buried myself in work. No friendships, no relationships, no life. You were the first person that I felt something for since her death. It terrified me. But, as I got to know you, I wanted more despite my fear.”
“I want more, too,” Edward said, wiping another tear away. “I’ve never felt this way about another person. When I’m with you? I feel whole, complete.”
“I feel the same way,” Bella whispered. Ang was right. Life was far too short and she wanted, needed Edward’s touch all over her body. Placing her hand on the side of his face, she marveled at how he leaned instinctively on her palm. Looking deep into his soulful green eyes, she said. “I need you.”
“I’m here, my love. Right here,” Edward replied, his heart full of adoration for this remarkable woman.
“Not here, but at my condo,” she smiled, her eyes dancing with the anticipation.
“Oh, OH,” he breathed. Standing, he offered his hand to her and once she had placed her small delicate hand into his, he led her out of the building after tossing a few bills on the table for a tip. They quickly made it to Edward’s Bronco. The short distance to Bella’s condo seemed to take forever and by the time they arrived, every nerve in their bodies was tingling with the thought about what was about to come.
It had been too long.
Edward pulled into the extra spot next to Bella’s car, jumped out and jogged over to open her door. He watched as she struggled to remove her seatbelt and he couldn’t help but grin, glad that she was as excited as he was about what was about to happen.
Bella finally released her seatbelt, her heart racing and her hand shaking with excitement. Looking up, she saw Edward standing in the opened door. Taking his hand, he pulled her up close, leaned down and placed small kisses up her neck, causing her to shiver with pleasure. “Edward,” she moaned, moving her head to the side to allow him better access.
Edward continued kissing up her neck, while he began to rub his thumb across her cloth covered nipple. Her breathing was labored and she pushed her chest out trying to get closer to his teasing ministrations.
God, he was driving her crazy. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand, not having him touch her without the barriers of clothing. “I need more,” she whimpered.
Suddenly, they heard tires squealing, moving closer to their location, causing them to snap out of their sexual fueled haze. “We’ve got to get upstairs before I take you right here against this car, without a care who comes by,” he growled, his breath choppy with desire.
As unbelievably sexy as that sounded, she knew that was something they shouldn’t do. Reaching up, she kissed him quickly, took his hand and dragged him toward the elevator. Once inside, they stood, side by side, holding hands. The energy around them was intense, crackling with sexual desire. As soon as that energy ignited, they would be lost to that power. Unfortunately, it seemed like the elevator was rising too slowly. Then, it finally stopped, and the door opened with a quiet ding. Bella pulled Edward towards her door, dropping his hand only so she could get her key from her purse to unlock the door. As the door opened, they rushed in and Edward slammed the door shut, pushing Bella against it.
He slammed his mouth over hers, claiming her with the raw passion that was pulsating through him. Slanting his mouth over and over again, he had to sample her delectable flavor before running his tongue over her lips demanding entrance into her hot mouth. His tongue pushed inside, tasting the slight hint of coffee. Though the rest was all the sweet taste of his Bella. The kiss began frantically, with the need to be owned by each other. Breaking away when his lungs felt they would burst from the lack of oxygen, he continued to kiss up her jaw.
Bella needed to be closer, hitching her leg over his hip and began to rub her pussy over his growing bulge. Running her hand over his chest down to the bottom of his shirt, she began to pull the offensive material up. He stopped his kissing, to allow her to pull it up and over his head. Throwing the shirt, she began to massage her hands over his six-pack, thrilling at the feel of the tight muscles that rippled under her touch. Moving her head back, she looked up seeing Edward’s mouth open, panting heavily. His eyes were shining with naked desire. Kissing her way down, his neck, over his collarbone, and finally to his nipple. Taking the hard nub between her lips, she began to nibble and tease his skin, causing Edward to moan. She loved being able to bring him such great pleasure.
Edward thought for sure he’d died and gone to heaven; except he was in pain. His hardened cock needed to be released from its confines. It threatened to burst through his zipper. Bella’s hot mouth against his skin was driving him insane and he knew that if she kept it up, he would come in his pants.
Bella finally released his nipple, dropping to her knees. She reached up to the waistband of his jeans and began to unbutton his jeans.
“Bella, baby, what are you doing?” Edward growled, his forehead sparkling with sweat.
“My coffee didn’t have enough cream and I really love cream,” she purred, looking up at him with her lust-filled eyes. Licking her lips, she pulled down the zipper and as soon as she did, his glorious cock sprang out. Glancing back up, she smirked. “Commando?”
Edward’s mouth opened, but he was so overcome with emotions that the words didn’t come out. The idea of her hot mouth on his cock was almost too much to think about.
Bella grasped the waistband, yanking his jeans over his ass, and down his muscular legs. She untied his shoes, taking each one of them off, allowing him to kick off his pants. She pushed him back a little so she could admire every inch of his cock. It was long, thick, with a small pearl of cum coming out the opening of the swollen head. Starting at the base, she licked her way up his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, and finally took him into her mouth.
Edward’s hands went to her head, at first just caressing them on her silky hair, but when she took him in her mouth and began to bob, he grabbed a handful of hair. “Fuck!” he yelled, as she took him all the way in her mouth and swallowed him down her throat. Did she not have any gag reflex?
Bella smiled around his cock when she heard him yell out. She loved his responses and the way he tasted. Bobbing her head, she took him deep, sucking him hard, as she fondled his balls with her fingers.
“Baby, you have to stop or I’m going to come,” Edward wheezed, as he stopped her movements, causing his cock to pop out her hot mouth. Looking down, he saw her licking her lips and wiping away the excessive saliva from the side of her mouth.
Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the door. He ran his hand down the side of her breast and to the hem of the short dress she was wearing. Grasping the edge, he pulled the dress up and over her head leaving her only in her bra and tiny lace panties. Reaching behind her, he skillfully unhooked the bra, a trick he had learned in high school. Once the bra was unhooked, he pulled it down her arms, allowing her breast to bounce free. They were perfect, round, full, with hard pink nibbles. Fuck, he want to suck, nibble on them until she cried out, but he was so fucking close himself that he needed to be in her hot pussy when he came.
Taking hold of the sides of her lacy panties, he ripped them off. Damn, if she liked them he would buy her a hundred pairs to replace them. Placing his large hands on her ass, he lifted her up and she wrapped her long legs around his hips. He needed to make sure that she was ready, so he ran his finger between them, finding that she was so wet, fuck almost dripping. “Hold on, baby.”
With one hard, powerful thrust, he buried himself balls deep in her tight pussy. She hugged him, almost strangling his length. He had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from exploding inside her, chanting to himself over and over again, not until she had her own release. Once he had regained a sliver of control, he began to pound over and over again into her.
“Make me yours, Edward,” Bella growled, her muscles tightening around him as her orgasm began to build. It was so close, yet so far away and she needed to come.
Placing one hand under her left knee, he raised her leg, changing the position of his cock as it thrust inside of her. Bella cried out in pure pleasure. He was still fighting the urge to come. “Rub your clit,” he demanded jaggedly, panting heavily.
Bella slid her hand between them. She began rubbing swollen clit, feeling the elastic band of her orgasm pulling taut. “I’m so close,” she whimpered. “Please, Edward. Please …”
Hearing this, Edward pulled back and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself once again yelling, “Come for me now!”
When Bella heard him and felt every ounce of his body against hers, the tension broke, her orgasm began washing over her again and again, her muscles clamping down around his cock.
Bella’s orgasm triggered Edward’s, her muscles quivered around him and caused him to shoot his hot cum deep inside her. He had never come this hard before or for this long. He kept pumping, needing to feel connected to her for as long as possible. Staying inside of her, he leaned down placing his forehead to hers and pinned her against the door, “I love you so fucking much.”
Bella didn’t know when she had started crying, but the tears were rolling down her face. Her love for him was so overwhelming that she was overcome with emotions. “Oh Edward, I love you,” she murmured, her voice cracking. “I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you.”
Edward kissed her tenderly, lost in her. Several minutes later, Edward regained his strength, and placed his hands under her ass. He carried her through the apartment and into her bedroom. Which was pristine and clearly hadn’t been slept in for some time. Edward made a mental note to talk to her about it. For now, they had a lot to make up for. They spent the rest of the weekend making love and telling each other how much they loved each other.
Charlie Swan was in his office at the fire department. He was rereading the report that Edward and Rose had compiled for him. It was in depth and filled with a great deal of evidence indicating that each fire was set deliberately.
It pissed him off that he hadn’t seen the connection, the same signature in each of these fires. How could he have been so fucking blind?
In addition to that, the connection that the fires were tied to his family? It boggled his mind. Who would want to cause his family pain? He didn’t think he had any enemies. He was well-liked in the department. He had close friends and couldn’t imagine anyone who would deliberately set fires to get his attention.
“Who are you?” Charlie snapped, glowering at the file.
Over the radio, Charlie heard dispatch put a call out for a fire near Bella’s apartment. His heart fell to his feet and he couldn’t lose another baby girl. He slammed his hand on the table, closing the file folder as he listened for the address. Once he got the address, he got into his department SUV. Flicking on the lights and sirens, he drove through downtown Seattle until he arrived at an out-of-control blaze. He tugged on his turn-out coat and looked at the fire. “Holy fuck!”
“Chief, what are you doing here?” asked one of the lieutenants, Lieutenant Bruno.
“I heard about this over dispatch. My daughter lives near here. I had to make sure that she was alright,” Charlie answered. “What happened?”
“We don’t know yet. We’re trying to put this out, but we’re struggling,” Lt. Bruno sighed. “Cleaning supplies and gas lines from the ovens and stoves in the back are hindering our efforts. We couldn’t access the shut-off.”
“Do you think that this was set deliberately?” Charlie pressed.
“Without a doubt, Chief,” Lt. Bruno nodded.
“Quinn to Bruno,” a voice crackled over the radio.
“This is Bruno, over.”
“Lieutenant, we’ve got a body in the back of the coffee shop,” Quinn said. “Dead.”
Charlie took the radio from Bruno. “Quinn, this is Chief Swan. Can you tell if the victim was male or female? Over?”
“It’s too smoky and dark in here, Chief. I can’t tell you. Perhaps, when we strike the fire we can get those answers,” Quinn replied. “We’ve got the gas lines turned off and things are moving along faster.”
“Excellent work, Quinn,” Bruno said. “Over and out.” He looked at the chief. “It looks like we’ve got a case for you, Chief. Once the fire is out, we’ll get the medical examiner out here. When the rubble is cool enough, you’ll want to get your team in here to figure out what happened.”
“We’ll be here,” Charlie said gruffly, scowling at the dying fire.
Why is this happening? Who would be targeting me? My family? Something’s gotta give, god damn it.
Curled up on the couch, Edward and Bella shared some take out. He was in his jeans while Bella was wearing his button-down from the day before.
Only his button-down.
The woman was going to kill him.
“Bella, I have a question,” Edward said, putting down his bottle of beer. “Your room … it looked like you hadn’t slept in it. The bed was made. Like, a cleaning service gave you hospital corners.”
She sighed, looking at him and wrinkling her nose. “I felt betrayed when you told me about Angela. I couldn’t go into that room without memories of us. So, I slept in the guest room. There were no memories in there, but my brain had other thoughts. I ended up drinking myself stupid and passing out wherever.”
“Bella,” Edward frowned.
“It’s how I coped,” Bella shrugged. “I know it’s not really healthy, but it was either that or I worked myself to death. I kind of did that, too.”
“Not like I’m a picture of perfect mental health, but have you talked to anyone about your grief for your sister?” Edward asked.
“I saw a therapist in New York, but I ended up having sex with him,” Bella admitted, grimacing. “Talk about transference.” She put her plate down and looked at him. “Did you have to talk to someone after that fire?”
“Usually when a firefighter is injured or is involved with a death of a victim, we have to go through psychological testing. I was injured at the fire, smoke inhalation and a few other things. I never went through Seattle PD therapy, but before I started working in Boston, I had to go through the paces. I saw a therapist for about six months during my probationary period. It helped me get over the overwhelming guilt I felt for Angela’s death,” Edward explained.
“Why would you feel guilty?” Bella asked. “You didn’t cause the fire.”
“I highly respect your father, Bella. He is the one man, outside of my own father, that I wanted to like and to trust me. Not being able to save Angela? It broke something in me,” he answered. “I haven’t been able to go into a fire since that night. I cannot let another family down like I did with your dad. With you.”
“That’s why you transferred to fire investigation,” Bella murmured.
He nodded. “I can still do my job, but without the fear of fucking up.” He scrubbed his face. “Speaking of my job, there’s something you need to know.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“There have been a string of arson fires that all have the same signature,” Edward said. “Rose and I discovered the similarities and they go back for years.”
“Do you have a connection?” Bella questioned.
“We think so,” Edward sighed, taking her hands. “Bella, the fires are all connected to your family.”
“I don’t understand,” she frowned.
“So far, there are three fires that have the same connections. A barber shop that your father frequents, the rug shop that your mom used for her company and Angela’s apartment building from five years ago,” Edward grimaced. “Someone is targeting your family and I’m telling you this because I need you to be safe, love.” Bella’s brows furrowed as she snuggled closer to Edward. He held her close. “I’m sorry, Bella.”
“Do you think I’m a target, too?” she whispered.
“I do, sweet girl,” he whispered back as he tightened his arms around her body. His phone vibrated on the table. With a grumble, he swiped his phone and saw Charlie’s number. “Damn it.”
“Work?” Bella frowned.
Edward nodded, answering the call. “What’s up, Chief?”
“Fire,” he grunted.
“Kind of gathered that, Charlie. Where at?” Edward asked.
“La Marzocco,” Charlie answered. Edward sat up, a shiver racing down his spine. “I need you and Rosalie down here, ASAP. There was a death involved.”
“On my way, Chief,” Edward whispered.
“Send Bella to my house. I think you and Rose were right. Whoever is setting these fires is targeting me, targeting my family,” Charlie croaked. “I know that you’re with her. I do not want her alone. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course, Charlie. I need to swing by my house, but I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Edward nodded. He hung up the phone, looking down at Bella. “I need to go.”
“Do you have to?” she pouted.
“Yeah, there’s a fire that involved the death of a civilian,” Edward explained. “We have to go. Your dad also asked me to ask you to go visit your mom.”
“I’m fine here,” Bella argued.
“Bella, remember what I said?” Edward pressed, arching a brow. “I’ll drive you to your parents’ home and then I have to go in. Pack a bag?”
“What aren’t you telling me?” Bella asked.
“Your dad is spooked. Please?” Edward pleaded, cupping her cheek. “And to be honest, so am I. I just got you back. I can’t lose you, Bella.”
“Okay, baby,” Bella nodded, kissing his lips before getting up. While she packed a bag, Edward put the leftovers into the fridge and found a spare shirt that he’d left at her apartment to wear. Balancing her duffle and a computer bag, they rode down to the garage. He drove Bella to Charlie and Renee’s, avoiding the coffee shop as he drove her away. Parking in the driveway, Bella turned to face him. “Be safe, Edward.”
“Always, love,” he said, trying to keep his face impassive but he was freaking out. “I love you, Bella.”
“I love you, too,” she murmured.
He slid his hand to her neck and kissed her deeply for a few moments. Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Stay here, please? I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“I have work, Edward,” she argued.
“Call me and I’ll pick you up,” he offered. “Now, let me help you inside, love. Then, I have to go.” Edward kissed her again. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Bella unlocked the door. Edward put her bags inside.
“Bella! Edward! I’m so glad to see you both. Charlie told me you were on the way,” Renee sang, walking down the stairs. She hugged both of them tightly.
“I can’t stay, Mrs. Swan,” Edward said quietly. “I’m just dropping Bella off. I have to go in. Charlie called me.”
“He let me know that my baby girl was going to hang out with me. It’s been too long, baby girl,” Renee grinned. “Be safe, Edward.”
“Of course, Mrs. Swan,” Edward nodded. He cupped Bella’s cheek and kissed her again. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Bella whispered against his lips.
He stepped away and grinned crookedly. “Lock the door once I’m gone. Good night, ladies.”
Edward closed the door and Renee scurried to lock it. “We have too much to talk about, Isabella Marie,” she squealed. “You need to tell me all about it.”
“Mom,” Bella whined as Renee dragged her into the kitchen.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve sat down and dished about boys,” Renee chided. “Now, do you want to drink or have ice cream?”
With her recent behavior of drinking herself into a stupor, she didn’t want to fall back into old habits. “Ice cream.”
“Mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream or rocky road?” Renee asked.
“Cookies and cream,” Bella answered.
Renee dished out two bowls of ice cream and walked into the family room, curling up on the couch. “I knew that you and Edward were close, but you love each other?”
“Yeah,” Bella nodded, a smile spreading over her face. “But, it wasn’t without its drama.”
“Tell me. Everything,” Renee demanded gently.
Bella spent the better part of an hour telling her mother about Edward’s confession and his involvement in Angela’s death. She continued to tell her mom about how she just fell apart, uncertain how to process what he had said.
“Is that why you ignored my calls last week?” Renee asked.
“Yeah. It brought back some insecurities,” Bella shrugged.
“What do you mean?”
“Mom, you can’t possibly look at me and feel anger that I’m alive and Angela isn’t. There must be some level of resentment,” Bella muttered. “Hell, I felt that way for years. There are moments when I still do.”
“I can’t believe you’d think that, Bella,” Renee frowned. “I love you. I do not resent you. Losing a child is unbearable. But, I couldn’t hate you, even if you are Angela’s twin. Is that why you left so quickly after her death?”
“Yeah. I was a living, breathing reminder that Angela was gone and that I was still around,” Bella explained. “In regard to last week, I was grieving Angela all over again and I had someone to blame.”
“Edward hated himself for what happened,” Renee said. “But, after talking to your father, no one could have held on to your sister.”
“I know that now,” Bella retorted. “I just needed to make sense of what he told me. You know how I am.”
“Like your father,” Renee snickered. “Both of you are very deliberate and have to weigh every option. But, once you make up your mind, nothing can change it.” She put her bowl down and pulled her daughter into her arms. Bella snuggled against her mother. “I noticed a huge difference in you while you were with Edward. You were lighter, freer. Being in love suits you, baby girl.”
“I’m just terrified. Now that I have it, how can I cope if I lose it?” Bella mumbled against her mother’s shoulder.
“You won’t lose it. If you’re like your father, you will love Edward forever,” Renee answered.
“But, will he love me?” Bella asked.
“I have no doubt,” Renee reassured her. “Even a blind man can see how much he adores you, Bella.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Bella breathed, kissing her mother’s cheek.
“With that out of the way, you can tell me how he is in bed,” Renee quipped.
“Ugh, no, Mom,” Bella deadpanned. “That’s just wrong.”
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Edward tried his best not to smile like a lovesick fool, though he loved the fact that Bella had her arm over his allowing him to assist her down the long hallway. Making sure he took small steps so that she could keep up with ease, their pace was languid. Halfway down the hall, Bella stopped.
“Are you okay? Do I need to get the nurse?” Edward asked worriedly.
“No, I am fine. I just wanted to ask you why you stayed at the hospital all this time?” Bella questioned, her eyes searching his. It was then she noticed the dark circles under them. He had not been sleeping well and it was all her fault. When she had first found out that he had lied about his name, she was mad, hurt, and disappointed, but over the last few days, her temper had calmed and she was ready to discuss where they were going to go from here.
Edward wanted to be honest with her, knowing that his deception had caused her stress. Seeing a couple of chairs at the end of the hall, he thought it would be better to sit down for his confession. “Let’s sit down so I can give you my full attention,” he said, pointing to the chairs.
They slowly made it to the chairs and once they did, Edward assisted Bella onto the chair. Once settled, Edward moved the other chair, so he was in front of her. He didn’t like that they were out in the open, where anyone who walked by could hear their conversation. Before sitting down, he looked around to make sure that his and her guards were stationed so they could handle any problems that might come up. Confident that security was where they were supposed to be, he sat down. He couldn’t believe how nervous he was and Edward Cullen, Captain of the Cullen family, was never worried.
Bella could tell he was having a hard time and when she saw him rake his hand through his hair she knew he was nervous. Reaching over, she placed her hand on his knee. “Edward, just tell me what you want.”
Taking a deep cleansing breath, he looked up and gave her a small smile. Placing his hand on top of hers, he squeezed it. “When I arrived at your apartment building and was told you were in the ambulance, my heart stopped. I knew that it was my fault because I had mistreated you at the museum. I arrived at the hospital and I needed to get to you to see if you and our babies were getting the best care possible. Damn guards wouldn’t let me through and Garrett came to my aid,” he explained, he saw the look of shock when he said Garrett’s name. It was then he remembered that she didn’t know that he knew him. “Garrett is the family physician.”
“Oh, he is a great doctor. He seems to have very liberal office hours since I often see him around the building,” Bella said.
“Bella, he is not your typical physician; he is the “family” doctor,” he stressed.
“So, your parents and brothers go to him as well?” She asked, confused by the way he had stressed the word ‘family’.
Edward glanced around. “Bella, he is part of the Cullen Family. When something goes wrong, we can’t go to a traditional doctor because they are bound to inform the police of gunshot wounds.”
“Oh,” she murmured as a shiver ran through her body. She was still coming to grips with the fact that Edward was in the mafia. Esme had been forthcoming with answers to the questions that she had while she sat with her. Yeah, they made the bulk of the money off illegal enterprises, despite that Edward had started several new adventures that were completely legal. Despite every dirty detail that Esme had shared with her, the one thing that stayed in front of her thoughts was that family always came first. This brought her back to why Edward had left her that night. Carlisle had been shot and he had to get back to New York to be with his family. She still felt abandoned, though that might be because she was hormonal. Pregnancy will do that.
“Bella, I know you probably have hundreds of questions about the family and I promise to answer everyone that I can,” Edward stated, turning her hand over and rubbing his thumb over her palm. “I couldn’t leave you here, not knowing whether or not that you and our children would be alright. If you needed something, I wanted to be the one to give it to you. Your health and happiness is my number priority. I can’t promise that I won’t fuck up again, but I will try my damnest to always be there for you and whatever you need no matter what time day or night I will make sure you get it.”
Bella’s hand was tingling from his touch. It was the same feeling that she had felt the night that they made love and created the tiny little blessings that she was carrying. “Edward, I am sorry for not allowing you to explain, but you did say some very hurtful things.”
“I know and I will forever regret every vile disgusting word I muttered,” he groaned, dropping his head in shame.
Pulling her hand free from his grasp, she placed it under his chin, raising it so she could look into his sad green eyes. “I accept your apology, Edward. Now, help me up so I can finish my walk. I want to get out of here tomorrow.”
Edward stood putting out his arm so she could pull herself up and when she was stable on her feet, they walked arm and arm back towards her room. As they neared her door, she noticed the woman and man who stood on either side of the door. She had seen them before and wondered if Edward had something to do with them being there.
“Who are they?” Bella asked in a whisper.
“They are your guards,” he answered.
“Let’s get you settled and allow the nurse to take your blood pressure, and then I will explain,” Edward implored, giving her one of his heart-stopping smiles.
“Stop that. I need my heartbeat to be normal,” she grumbled.
Leaning down, Edward whispered in her ear. “You make my heart race as well.”
Bella gasped, his hot breath sent shivers down her body, making her nipples harden and an ache in her core. “Edward,” she moaned.
“I promise to make you feel better after your vitals,” he murmured, placing a kiss behind her ear.
Bella glared at him as she took off her robe and sat on the bed. “That did not help the situation one bit.”
Edward bent over and took off her slippers. “I’m,” he began, giving her a wink. “Not sorry.”
“Asshole!” Bella growled, slapping him on the arm. Reaching over, she pushed the button for the nurse.
Ten minutes later, Jessica walked in. “So, how did you fare with the walk?”
“Good. I am a little tired, but I think that is because I haven’t walked much in the last few days,” Bella explained.
“Fine,” Jessica said, going over and hooking the O2 sensor back on Bella’s finger and placing the blood pressure cuff around her arm, allowing it to pump up, putting pressure onto Bella’s arm. As the cuff began to deflate, she watched the numbers.
“What is it?” Bella asked, turning towards the screen.
“125 over 75,” Jessica answered.
“Really!” Bella gushed. “Edward, it stayed down.”
“It did, My Cuishie (my heart),” Edward drawled, his voice gravelly with emotion.
Jessica couldn’t believe a man as handsome as Mr. Cullen was with someone as plain as Bella. Hell, she didn’t even allow him in her room until today. If Jessica had her way, she would pull him into the nearest closet and suck him off then fuck him. He looked like he needed a release and she was just the woman to give it to him. “Is there anything else you need?”
“No, I am fine,” Bella answered.
“Mr. Cullen, is there anything I can do to you, no I mean for you,” Jessica asked, straightening her back, so her chest stuck out more.
“I have everything I want or need right here,” Edward said, wrapping his arm around Bella and placing a kiss to her temple.
“Hmmph,” Jessica huffed, spinning around and stomping out of the room.
Edward hadn’t removed his arm around Bella even after the nurse had stormed out of the room in the huff. There was no way he would ever give her a second glance when he had a chance with Bella and it wasn’t just because she was carrying his children. She was everything he could ever want in a woman.
Bella’s heart was still racing over the declaration that Edward had given Jessica and the feel of lips on her temple. There was nothing like this feeling. Turning her head, she came nose to nose with him. Her eyes widened and her breaths became shallow. “Edward,” she whispered, her lips mere inches away from his and instinctively her tongue came out licking her dry lips.
He could feel the warmth from her breathe and the sweet smell floated up to his nose, causing him to groan. His restraint was hanging on by a delicate thread, knowing that if she did one thing more, he wouldn’t be able to control the need to claim her mouth. Then it happened, her sweet tongue came out, licking her full lips. His control snapped and he leaned down, claiming her lips. The feel of her lips brought back the feelings of that night. As wonderful as it felt, he needed more. Angling his head, he pressed his lips harder against hers and when he did, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grabbing hold of his hair, tugging it, so he was even closer than before. Then he felt her tongue on his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth. Opening up, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, rubbing, and dancing around his tongue. He couldn’t help but moan at the incredible feeling. They continued this dance of the tongues, until they were both needing air. Breaking apart, they both gasped.
Bella’s chest was heaving as she tried to get some much-needed air, even though she missed the contact of his lips. When she was finally able to think, she opened her eyes, staring into his deep green pools. She could see the passion, but there was something else there, though she didn’t know what it was.
Edward knew when he looked into her deep enchanting eyes that this woman was the one for him. No one else would ever come close. Bella Swan was now the owner of his heart and soul. She was Mo fhiorghra (my true love). “A chulsle, a chroi (My pulse, my heart).”
Bella pulled back. “What did you say?”
“One day I will tell you, not now because I don’t want to scare you,” Edward disclosed, one side of his mouth twisting into a smirk.
“You may be the Captain of the family, in spite of that I am not afraid of you,” she declared, raising her eyebrow in amusement.
Leaning down, it placed a quick kiss on her lips. “I am glad you are not afraid of me. Now, let’s get you back in bed.” She allowed him to assist her back into the bed, fluffing her pillow and pulling up the blanket over her legs. Once she was settled, he sat down in the chair next to her. “I promised to tell you about the two guards who are at your door. They are part of a team that will be with you from now on.”
“I don’t need guards,” Bella said, her mouth in a hard line.
“Yes, you do. Bella, I hate that it is necessary, but since you are the mother of my children, my enemies could try to do harm to you. I couldn’t live if something like that happened. I don’t know if I could survive. Please don’t fight me about this.”
Bella thought for a moment. “It kinda sucks that I am thrown into danger and we haven’t even had a date.”
“Well, I can’t have that. Miss Swan, would you give me the great honor of going out on a date with me?” Edward asked, taking her hand into his.
“I would love that,” she replied.
“Perfect. Once you are back home, we will plan something special,” Edward declared.
They continued to hold hands in blissful silence. Then it hit Bella, she had seen a woman by the door. “Edward, is one of my guards a woman?”
“Yes. Emmett thought you would be more comfortable with having women guards. There will be one on every shift,” he explained.
“Thank you. It does make me feel better,” Bella said, placing her other hand on top of his.
Edward loved the feel of her delicate hands on his. “Now, what would you like for a snack tonight?”
“I don’t need anything,” she whispered, even though she did have an intense craving.
Edward reached up and stroked her cheek. “I know that there has to be something that my little boys are carving.”
“Nope, nothing at all,” she smirked, her eyes dancing.
Taking his hand from her cheek, he placed it on the swell of her belly. The place that was protecting, nurturing their babies. Leaning down, he began talking. “What do my little boys want for a snack?”
Bella’s eyes filled with tears, watching Edward talk to their children. It was the most precious sight that she had ever seen. “Chocolate cake.”
Edward looked up and smiled. “Chocolate cake, it will be.” Taking out his phone, he sent a text to Phil to find the most delicious chocolate cake in New York. “It will be here soon.”
Thirty minutes later, Bella was moaning over the chocolate goodness as Edward fed her bite after bite. When she was finished, Edward helped her up and to the bathroom. She used the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and washed her face. Looking in the mirror, she was shocked by the healthy glow on her cheeks. Was this because she felt better, or was this because of the green-eyed god sitting by her bed? Opening the door, he rushed towards her offering his arm for her to lean on. Once she was back in her bed, she was ready to go to sleep.
“Thank you for all you have done for me this evening,” she said, ducking her head, allowing her hair to fall in curtains around her face.
Edward brushed it away, cupping her face in his large hand. “I am so happy that you allowed me to help. Is Alice coming soon?” He asked, knowing that she was the one that stayed the overnight shift.
“No. She is not going to be able to come tonight. I will be fine without her,” Bella murmured.
“Would it be alright if I stayed?” Edward asked, his heart leaping over the thought of it.
“Are you sure?”
“If not in here, I will be sleeping out there,” he said, pointing to the waiting room.
“Oh. Okay. The chair actually pulls out into a bed.”
“Great. I will be right back. I have a bag with some clothes in a hall closet. The hospital staff has been very nice to allow me to keep it there,” Edward explained. Strolling out the room, he went to the closet and collected his bag. He stopped and explained to his guard that he would stay in the room for the evening and coordinate with Bella’s guard on surveillance for the night. Coming back in the room, he noticed Bella looking at the door. Was she watching for him? Was she excited that he was staying? He went into the bathroom. After using the toilet, he decided to take a quick shower. Stepping out, he slipped on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. After brushing his teeth and running a brush through his hair, he walked out to find Bella fast asleep. Placing his bag beside the chair, he pulled it out to the so-called bed. It was small, yet it was better than the small couch he had been sleeping on. Grabbing the pillow and blanket from the nook next to the window, he laid on the bed. He looked back at Bella, his heart was so full of love for this woman. Stepping over, he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”
Turning off the light, he climbed onto the bed and covered up. A few minutes later, he was fast asleep, dreaming of the woman who was his world.