I stormed into the trailer, throwing my hard hat against the wall as strongly as I could. I hoped it left a fucking mark.

Flinging myself in my chair, I leaned back, gripping my hair.

"I need a fucking Advil and a bottle of Jack Daniels," I muttered.

"How about a nice dinner and some wine instead?"

My head snapped up. Bella was at the desk in the corner, a large basket perched on top. Just seeing her made me smile.

"Well, this is a nice surprise." Then I frowned. "I didn't see your truck?"

"It's out back."

"Did you—" My voice trailed off when she held up her hard hat.

"I learned my lesson." Her face darkened. "Because of me, you got hurt."

I held out my hand, my frustration forgotten. "Come here, sweet girl."

She stood up and walked toward me, her footsteps loud. I leaned over the arm of my chair and whistled. "When did you get those?"

"Right after your accident. I haven't been to the site since, so you haven't seen them."

I grabbed her hand, pulling her down. "Sexy," I breathed against her mouth, kissing her. "I like you in steel-toe boots."

"I look like an idiot."

I ran my hand up her thigh, cupping her rounded ass. "You look totally sexy in a skirt and boots, baby."

She giggled, the sound making the corner of my lips twitch. I loved hearing her laugh.

"An added benefit." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.


Her eyebrows rose in question, but she didn't say anything. I stroked along her soft cheek, down her jawline, and cupped her chin.

"It was an accident. Thanks to your care and patience, I've recovered. I'm fine."

"An accident I caused."

I hated it still bothered her. "No. You didn't break the machine. It was an equipment malfunction." I sighed. "Even if you'd been in a hard hat and boots, I would have reacted the same way, Bella. I will protect you at all costs—that's my job. Always. So no more blame, okay?"

Biting her lip, she nodded.

"Now, what was that about dinner?"

"I got your text earlier saying you had to stay late, so I brought you dinner."

I groaned as I remembered why I was working late. "Do you have any alcohol in that basket?"

"Is Sven at it again?"

"He's decided he wants two walls moved." I snorted and added a thick Swedish accent. "It's only two valls, Edvard. Two valls. Vy so hard to do?"

My head hit the back of the chair. "Two weight bearing walls. Walls which are already up. Then he wants the kitchen moved. God help me. It never ends. The design changes weekly now. This is why I hate taking on private homes. Give me massive office buildings anytime."

Bella hummed. "I have a meeting with him tomorrow to tell him how much it will cost with another redesign and structure issues."

"A lot." I sat up. "I'll go through the numbers and have it for you in the morning."

She walked around the back of my chair, her hands resting on my shoulders. "First, you need to eat and relax."

"I'm not sure I can do either."

"Yes, you can. I'll make sure of that—that's my job now."

"Is that so?"

She pushed my shoulders forward gently, her hands working on the tense muscles. I moaned in pleasure. Bella's hands were as talented as her mouth. How she worked those tiny fingers into my sore flesh, releasing the painful tension, was beyond me. I loved it when she gave me a massage. I loved it when she touched me. Anywhere.

I hissed as she dug her fingers into my neck. "Edward, your neck is like cement." She tsked.

"It's been a shit day."

Bending, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to my ear, placing a soft, lingering kiss there. "Can I help you relax?"

"Don't tempt me, baby."

She flicked open my shirt buttons and slipped her hands inside, her blunt nails pressing into my skin. "I had you pretty loose last week," she crooned.

I leaned my head back on her full chest, meeting her mischievous gaze.

"We should have stayed in Jamaica," I grouched.

"It was a lovely honeymoon."

I grinned up at her, pulling her face down to mine. Upside down kissing had never been as good as it was with my wife.

We got married quietly at City Hall with Charlie and a few close friends around us. Bella insisted she didn't want a big wedding. "I had the big wedding with the wrong guy the first time. I want it small with the perfect man this time," she stated firmly.

She was beautiful, and the day was perfect because it was just us. Quiet, simple, and real. Then came a week away in a secluded cabin with nothing but a warm, sandy beach, my sexy wife, and as few clothes as possible. We rarely left the cabin, having meals brought to us. We walked along the surf, swam in the ocean, danced under the stars, stayed up way too late, and slept in every morning. We made love in a huge net-covered bed; fucked hard on the wet, packed sand with the sunlight streaming down on us. We were together every moment, and the week went by too fast.

Bella's wandering hands brought me to the present moment. She kissed me again, her tongue tracing my lips. "I bet I can make you stress-free again."

With a growl, I spun my chair and pulled her down to my lap. I grabbed her face, kissing her hard. I lost myself in the feel and the taste of my wife. Her lips were soft and pliant under mine. Her hands wound into my hair, pulling me close. I held her hips, pressing her down onto my growing erection, then tugged the back of her shirt up, digging my fingers into her skin, stroking her spine, and groaning at how right she felt touching my chest.

"Did you lock the door?" She moaned against my mouth.

"I will."

"Shut the lights off, too."

For a second, I hesitated.

"The crew was packing up to leave, Edward. I saw Jacob and told him you and I were going over to have dinner and go over numbers, and not to disturb us. He'll lock everything up." She grinned—a wide, wicked smile that made me grin back. "We'll have dessert first."

That was good enough for me. I would never let an opportunity go by to fuck my wife.

I lifted her off my lap, setting her on her feet. I lowered my head, capturing her mouth, kissing her the way she liked it best. Hard. Wet. Deep.

"I'll get the door and the lights. You lose the shirt." Then I winked. "Keep the skirt and boots on."


I leaned back with a sigh. Bella was curled against my chest, with the blanket she had brought to use with our dinner wrapped around us. I nuzzled her hair, feeling far more relaxed than I had when I slammed into the trailer earlier. Nothing calmed me more than being with my wife.

"Still need that Advil?"

Slipping my fingers under her chin, I lifted her face to mine, kissing her. "No." I grinned against her lips. "You're the best medicine."

She smiled up at me. "I wanted to make your day better."

"You did."

She bit her lip. "I have something else to make you smile."

"Oh, yeah? You got some of your cookies in that basket?"

"I do have cookies, but I think you might like this better."

"Better than your cookies? This I gotta see." I held out my hand. "Gimme."

She handed me a strange-shaped parcel, wrapped in brown paper.

I arched my eyebrow at her. "Shopping at the adult toy store again, sweet girl? Should I be afraid of what's in here?"

She giggled, slapping my arm. "Open it," she insisted, her voice sounding strangely nervous.

I opened the paper and held up a toy tool belt and a tiny hard hat.

I frowned, looking into her watery eyes. "Very cute, but I'm not sure it's gonna fit. It's rather small…" As my voice trailed off, my eyes grew wide.

"Bella?" I asked, choking up. "Really?"

She reached over, pulled a white stick out of one of the pouches and held it up. A bright blue plus sign was in the small window. "Congratulations! You're going to be a daddy."

Sven, the bad day, and the entire world disappeared as I yanked her to my chest, dropping kisses all over her face. Joy I had never experienced before flowed through my body as I held my wife...and our child within her.

"A baby. We're going to have a baby," I breathed. "Is it a boy? Is that why you bought me a tool belt?" I asked excitedly, laying my hand across her stomach and spreading my fingers wide. Soon there would be a bump there. A baby bump. My baby bump. I grinned at her. "Is it?"

"I have no idea, Edward. Right now, your baby is the size of a peanut. We won't find out the sex for weeks yet." She crossed her arms. "Are you saying only a boy should have a tool belt?"

I shook my head, grinning. "No. My daughter can wear whatever the hell she wants, tool belts included."

She cupped my cheek, stroking my skin. "Good answer."

I leaned my forehead to hers. "Are you okay? Everything…good?"

"I'm great. A little tired and I've been a bit nauseous in the morning. But I'm good. I saw the doctor today and she said everything was fine." She slipped her hand into her pocket. "I brought you a picture."

I squinted at the image. "It is a peanut!" I exclaimed.

"It'll grow." She sighed . "So will I."

"You'll be even more beautiful. I can hardly wait to see you all rounded, carrying my child." I placed my hand on her stomach again. "Thank you, Bella. You just made my day, my week…my entire month."

Then I had a thought. "Does your dad know?"

"No. I thought we'd tell him together."

"I am so in for favorite son-in-law."

"Um, Edward, you're the only son-in-law."

I waved my hand. "Doesn't matter. He wanted grandbabies and now he's gonna have one! I'm so in."

She threw back her head, laughing. "Okay, whatever you say."

"I'll crunch numbers later. Let's go home. I want to hang up my peanut picture and spoil my baby momma."

She leaned her head on my shoulder. "I'd like that."

I kissed her forehead. "Thank you, sweet girl. You made today amazing."

She snuggled closer. "You're welcome."


Charlie was on the phone when I walked in his office. I threw myself down on the chair in front of his desk, leaning my head against the soft leather and closing my eyes. Maybe his call would take a while and I could grab a nap. All too soon, I heard him hang up the phone, but he didn't say anything for a minute. Finally, he spoke.

"Edward, you look exhausted."

"I am."

"Is Bella okay?"

"She's fine. More than fine." I grimaced. "She's …full of energy."

"Well, that's great news."


"You could be a little more enthusiastic."

I opened my eyes, leaning forward, resting my arms on my thighs. "I'm thrilled my wife is healthy. I am beyond relieved the first trimester is over and her morning sickness is done. The, ah, difference in her is—" I sighed—"extreme."

The ghost of a smile made his lips twitch. He sat back in his chair, flipping his pen between his fingers. "I know we never talk personal shit, Edward, your wife being my daughter and all, but Bella has always been very much like her mother. And I lived with her mother while she was pregnant with Bella. I know about the, ah, extremes."

I dropped my head back on my chair. "Oh, God. I could barely touch her for weeks and I thought I was going to explode… and now… Jesus…now it's like she can't get enough of me."

Charlie held up his hand. "If you start to tell me any details, Edward, I'm bound to unleash another wild crane full of scaffolding on you. No matter how sympathetic I am."

I shook my head wearily. "I have no desire to share any details with you, Charlie—even if she wasn't your daughter; that shit is private. But, man, I'm not sure I'm gonna survive this pregnancy."

Charlie's shoulders shook with silent laughter.

I glared at him. "Glad I amuse you."

He shook his head. "Every man feels the same way. Your wife is suddenly amorous all the time, and you think you've hit the jackpot."

"I did. Until I realized she is never satisfied. I'm lying there exhausted and happy and she wants to start all over again. I swear I'm too old for this shit."

He didn't hide his laughter this time, and I had to grin with him. He was right. When Bella's morning sickness had stopped and she suddenly was interested in sex again, it was like a dream come true. She was primed and ready for me when I got home and, again, later in the evening. It started all over in the morning. Then the visits during the day to the trailer started, and I realized I couldn't escape her wandering hands and pleading eyes anywhere. And my damn cock had no problem in rising to the occasion. It was the rest of my body that was objecting. I was exhausted.

The scariest part was the further along in her pregnancy she was, the hornier she seemed to become. Last night, I had invented a late meeting so I could catch a nap in the trailer before I got home. But I knew I couldn't do that often. She was far too clever; even if she had cut back at work, she would find out. Not only would her feelings be hurt, but she would also be furious. The thought of the passion she was experiencing turning to anger directed at me was a scary thought.

"All I can tell you is that it does level off." Then he smirked. "Once the baby comes, you'll be back in dry dock, so try to enjoy it."

I chuckled. "At least, I'm safe here. Maybe I'll sneak a nap in later at my desk."

Charlie's mouth opened to say something when we both heard it. Bella's voice out in the lobby.

"Did I see Edward's truck, Jess?"

My eyes widened, and I stared at Charlie in panic. I shook my head wildly. I'd already made love to her twice today. Surely, she wouldn't…

"I want to see him. Is he in his office?"

"No, he's with your dad," Jess replied.

"Oh, God," I whimpered. I knew what was going to happen. She was going to come in here, all glowing and sweet, and tell Charlie she needed to see me. Then she'd take me to her office and have her wicked way with me. She'd be energized and sated, and I would be a walking, shaking shell of a man.

Charlie stood up. "Hide."


He glanced around. "Get under my desk. Fast."

I was out of the chair and under his desk in a flash. He went around the front, and I heard the creak of a leather chair as he sat down.

Seconds later I heard Bella's footsteps. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, Bella. How's my girl?"


"My grandson?"

"Doing great. I, ah, I thought Edward was in here?"

"Oh, he was. He left a couple minutes ago. You just missed him."

The sound of the other leather chair creaking reached my ears.

"That's odd. His truck is still here."

"Oh. Um, did you check his office? The bathroom?"

"Both doors are open."

"No idea then. Maybe he had an errand and is coming back for his truck."

I shut my eyes. He was a horrible liar, almost as bad as Bella. We were both toast.


"He said he was hungry. He probably went to get something to eat. If he comes back, I'll tell him you're looking for him."

"Trying to get rid of me, Dad?"

"Of course not! I…I just have a lot of work to do."

I heard the scratching of a pen then someone standing.

"I'll see you later."


Footsteps faded away, and I sighed. I felt bad, but I'd make it up to her tonight.

I waited a few minutes. "Is she gone?" I whispered. "Is the coast clear?"

"Oh, Edward."

I froze. That wasn't Charlie's voice. I swallowed heavily. Grabbing the edge of the desk, I hauled my ass out and met Bella's gaze over the wooden surface.

She shook her head. "Really, Edward? Hiding under my father's desk?"

"I was looking for something?"

"Your pride maybe?"

I sighed and stood up. I sat on the edge of the desk in front of Bella and held out my hand. "Sorry, sweet girl. I panicked."


"I heard your voice and I thought…"

"You thought what?"

The words exploded out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"That you were coming looking for me to have sex. And I can't. Well, I can, but I swear I'll die, Bella. I'm exhausted. I can't keep up." I yanked on my hair. "Don't get me wrong, I love having sex with you. My cock wants it as much as you do, but I'm worn out! I need a day off!"

I waited for her anger, or her tears. I braced myself for either. She stared at me for a minute, then her head fell back and she laughed out loud. She laughed so hard tears ran down her face. I crossed my arms, perplexed. Laughter wasn't the emotion I was expecting. Finally, she stopped laughing and wiped her eyes. She stood up, wrapping her arms around me. Tentatively, I embraced her, wondering if this was a trick. She pressed a kiss to my neck then drew back.

"I have been on you a lot, haven't I?"

"I know I need my head examined…"

She shook her head. "It's fine, Edward. I'll try to control myself around you a little." Her eyes danced with mischief, and she lowered her voice. "I just want you all the time—it's like I'm hooked on your cock. He's my own personal brand of heroin."

I gaped at her.

My cock was like heroin?

"It's not my fault you're so damn sexy, and I know how amazing it feels when your cock is buried inside me," she continued. "Or the way he winks and smirks when he sees me, the little tease."

"Ah…" I swallowed, feeling the little tease twitch. He rather liked how it felt to be inside her, too.

"Hmmm." I studied her for a moment. "How did you know I was under the desk?"

She reached in her pocket and handed me a piece of paper.

Under the desk.

He made me do it. Coward. Make him suffer.

It's payback time.

Bugger. He'd been trying to get me back for months after the Febreze incident. I thought he'd given up when he found out he was going to be a grandfather, but apparently not.

Well, two could play at that game.

Suddenly, I wasn't as tired as I had been earlier. She smelled so good and felt so soft in my arms. I dropped my head to her shoulder, turning my face and peppering kisses along her neck. She shivered, and I smiled against her skin.

"You like that, baby?"

"I always like everything you do."

"Oh, yeah?" I pulled her a little closer so she was standing between my legs. I tugged her lobe between my teeth, growling low in my chest as her hands ran up my thighs. "Bella," I warned. "You're getting awfully close to Mr. Smirky."

"Is that what he's doing? Smirking?"

"I think if you got a closer look, you'd see some winking, too."

"What did you have in mind?"

I grinned down at her. "Two things. One—a heavy make out session in here. Two—I'll take you home and take you so hard you'll be the one needing the nap."

"You up for that?"

"I'm getting there."

She giggled. "I was sure you were going to take me here."

"Part of me wants to, but I think your dad would actually explode. And now that I've got you pregnant, I fulfilled my purpose. It would be cement time for me. But…"


"We could let him think—"

She chuckled, her fist clutching my shirt. "How?"

Just then, I heard Charlie's voice.

"Are they still in my office?"

I heard Jess answer, "Yes."

I grinned, lifting Bella into my arms. "Work with me, baby."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. "Do it."

I strode out of the office, holding Bella close. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel her giggles. I nodded at Charlie, who was looking completely shocked. He was certain I was in shit.

"Thanks, Charlie. Hold my calls okay, Jessica? We may be a while."

Then I walked into my office, shutting the door firmly behind me. I pressed Bella against the wall, making sure to be gentle.

"Was his face red?"

"Almost purple."

"We're awful."

I brushed my mouth over hers. "Awful good."

"I still get my hot make out session, right?"


"And when we get home?"

"My cock and I are yours." I paused in thought. "Afterward, a nap?"

She laughed. "I can work with that."



The hospital was quiet, and I was grateful Bella was alone in her semi-private room. I smiled at my wife as she held our son, cooing at him quietly. The click of the camera was the only other sound in the room.

She glanced up, meeting my eyes. "You've taken way too many pictures already, Daddy."

I shook my head. "Impossible to take enough pictures of something so beautiful." I leaned forward, brushing my fingers over the soft down of my son's head. "He's so perfect, Bella."

With a gentle smile, she slipped him into my arms and leaned back against her pillows. "He looks so much like you."

I looked down, chuckling at the way he had his fist jammed into his mouth, sucking away. He was a big baby—long and lean, and weighed in at over ten pounds. Watching Bella give birth to him had been an amazing experience. Being there with them as he came into the world, holding her as she dropped, exhausted, onto my chest as he was born, yelling and protesting, had been the greatest moment of my life. Holding him for the first time, and every time since, had been life affirming.

"Your dad is a bit pissed about not being here."

She yawned and nodded. "He insists you convinced him to come early just to mess with him."

I slipped my finger into my son's hand, in awe at how he clutched on tight. "He'll calm down when he meets him and hears his name."

"Masen Charles," she whispered. "It suits him."

"It does."

Masen blinked up at me, his eyes fluttering with fatigue. The same fatigue his mother was experiencing. I stood, gently setting him into the bassinette beside Bella. Then I turned to her, checking to make sure she was comfortable.

"You need to sleep, sweet girl. You and my boy have had a very busy day."

I knew how exhausted she was when she didn't argue. She moved gingerly, curling her fist under her chin, her eyes drifting shut.

"Love you," she mumbled.

I bent down, brushing kisses to her cheek. "I love you, Bella. Thank you for our son."

I settled in my chair and watched my family. They were both out, heads turned slightly, resting on their hands. In profile, he looked much like she did—something that pleased me. Although as Bella pointed out earlier, his hair definitely had a red glint to it, and she insisted his eyes had flecks of green. Maybe he'd be a mixture of us both—I would like that.

She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and he was the best of us combined.

The door opened and her nurse, Shelly, came in. "Everyone's settled for a while?" she asked, checking them both out lightly, not disturbing either of them.


"A Charles Swan called. He said he's Bella's dad?"

"He is."

"He said to tell you he'd be here shortly."

I glanced at my watch. "It's past nine. Is he allowed in?"

"He's family. He can't stay long, but he can come in briefly."


She paused at the large arrangement of flowers by Bella's bed I had bought her. The roses and lilies filled the room with their scent. "Beautiful."

"Like her." I indicated Bella with a tilt of my chin. "She thought they were too much, but after today, I don't think they're close to being enough."

She smiled. "It's a life altering experience." She patted my shoulder. "Your love is enough for both of them. The flowers, though, they add to it. Keep that up and you'll be fine."

She left, and suddenly I was excited. I'd get to introduce Masen to Charlie. Show off my son. Place my child in the arms of my best friend and father-in-law. I had a feeling the two of them were going to be buddies.

Masen grunted, letting out a small cry, and I was out of my chair instantly, peering down at him. His tiny fists beat the air, and I lifted him, holding him close and sitting back down, tucking a pillow under my arm, grinning as he settled right away. I gazed at him, unable to stop. I started talking to him, much the way I did while Bella was pregnant. Silly thoughts, and plans for the future. All the things I'd show him. All the wonders we'd discover together.

I blinked at the moisture in my eyes. My emotions were very close to the surface today. Masen's birth had opened up another protective streak I thought only existed for Bella. I knew I would do anything to keep my son safe. To keep my family safe. I would be their rock. They would be my focus for the rest of my life.

"You'll spoil him," Bella murmured drowsily. "You've hardly put him down."

I cleared my throat. "I intend to. I'm going to spoil both of you. Now, back to sleep. Masen and I are getting to know each other."

"I miss you both."

I laughed low and stood up, pulling my chair close. I entwined our fingers, lifting her hand to my mouth, kissing the knuckles. "Better?"

"Hmmm." She frowned. "Are you all right, Edward?"

Carefully cradling Masen, I leaned over and kissed her. "Never been better." I kissed her again. "Thank you, sweet girl. For you. For my son. For making me happier than I ever thought possible."

"You do the same for me."

"Good." I ran my hand through her hair, humming softly, knowing that would relax her.

Soon, her deep breathing told me she was out again. Masen wriggled, burrowing into the warmth of my skin. I shifted, getting comfortable, not planning to move until I had to. I had my son and my wife; both close, safe, and content. Tomorrow, we would go home. Charlie would be here soon, and our family would be complete.

I nuzzled the soft skin on Masen's head.

Life couldn't get any better.

Well, that is their story. Thank you for reading. Thanks to Sally Hopkinson for her her extra help and of course to MC for her imput and help throughout the story.

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