I Fell in Love Outtake by Anhanninen
Rated:
NC17
Warnings:
None
Beta:
Bookwormbaby2580 and MelissaMargaret
Summary:
It's Bella's birthday, and Edward decides to help her cross something off of her bucket list.

"I think you've mistaken me for someone who likes putting on pants," I laughed into the phone, shaking my head. "There's no way in hell I'm coming down to the hospital at eleven o'clock at night."

"But it's slow and I'm bored," Edward said, and I could just imagine his pout. "Plus, I'm really hungry. Bring those cookies you made and come have a midnight snack with me, beautiful girl."

I sighed, knowing I was going to give and do this. I mean, pants sucked, but having cookies with the handsome man I was in love with as the clock struck midnight and made it officially my twenty-ninth birthday sounded pretty good.

"All right, I'll come."

"Yes," he hissed. "I'm doing that fist pump thing, in case you were wondering."

I laughed. "Of course you are. Now, excuse me while I put pants on for you."

"I love you."

"Yeah, I love you, too. I mean, pants, Edward. You should feel honored."

"I feel very honored, actually. Get your ass down here with cookies."

I slid out of bed, rolling my eyes. "I am, so I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Goodbye, beautiful."

Once I exchanged the lovely sweatpants with actual jeans, I grabbed the cookies from the kitchen and went downstairs to hail a cab . . . in the rain. Edward owed me so many orgasms for this shit. Luckily for me, though, he had the glorious cock and lovely fingers to make good on that.

We'd been together now for almost a year. Well, if you counted from the first date, which I did. I may have been a moron and not realized that I loved him then, but I now knew that I did. A year of being in love . . .

It'd been a pretty damn good year, let's just say. I'd decided to stop living in the past and figure out how to actually live by getting help. You know, professional help. WedMD was, in fact, accurate with the social anxiety thing, too. I was also possibly, maybe, kind of depressed, but I was moving on. And besides the therapist, Edward was the biggest part of that.

I wasn't going to let my fear ruin what we had together, and he supported me in my decision to seek help. He came with me to sessions, held me after a rough day, and was just there in a way that I hadn't realized I needed. I let down my walls for him, and it was the best thing I'd ever done.

So, I guess he kind of deserved me putting on actual pants and braving the rain for him. He actually deserved so much more.

. . . . .

"You're wearing the lab coat just for me, aren't you?" I smirked, tugging on the lapels for him to lean down and kiss me.

Which he did — spectacularly. His tongue moved with mine as his thumb caressed the spot he knew I enjoyed right behind my ear. He pulled away, leaving me panting as he smiled that handsome smile.

"It's only for you," he said. "I'm not, like, required to wear it or anything."

"Pssshhh, of course not. People would confuse you for some kind of doctor."

"Which would be terrible," he chuckled. "Now, cookies?"

I pulled the container from my purse, waving it under his nose. "I do not disappoint."

"You most certainly do not."

He took my hand, leading me down the hallway from the elevator to his office. Edward was an attending now, which meant he had a much bigger, much nicer office than he'd had before. It was still in the children's part of the hospital, but up another level.

He had one hell of a view, so when I walked inside I headed straight for the window, looking out over the city as I always did. I may not have loved New York, but it was beautiful at night.

"You're really not going to notice, are you?"

I looked back at Edward who had his hands out in display of his desk. "Oh my god!" I laughed, realizing there wasn't a single chart on it. "But your system!"

"I know! Let's hope no one is hurt because I can't find a chart now."

"I still refuse to believe you easily found a damn thing in that mess."

He smirked, shrugging. "Oh, I did. Now, aren't you proud of me?"

I walked over, laying my hand down on the solid oak top and trailing my fingers on it. "I'm just shocked, is all."

"I did it for you."

My mouth fell open as he looked at me, moving his eyes up my body slowly. The realization was quick, and I honestly couldn't quite believe it. I may have mentioned once or twice that my bucket list consisted of one thing — being fucked on the solid oak. I didn't think it actually happen, though.

I mean, I was pretty sure that was something they fired people over.

"What did you do for me?" I asked, trying to hide my smile.

His hand lifted to caress my cheek as his lips curled up. "Your birthday is a day that should be enjoyed, so I figured we should start it right."

"How many rules does it break?"

"So many," he laughed. "But, it's the middle of the night, no one is in the office, and I think if you're quiet enough, we'll be able to get away with it."

"I'm not very quiet."

His lips captured mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip as he pulled away. "I can keep you quiet."

I wasn't the kinkiest girl in the world, but . . . being fucked in his office? I was down for that. The hint of danger turned me on, and I licked my lip as I nodded. "If you get fired, I'm really sorry."

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around me to lift me onto the desk. "I won't be fired."

His lips trailed along my jaw, leaving my skin tingling in their path. "But if you do, I promise to try and grovel for you."

"Well, then I think it'll be fine. You're very persuasive."

I nodded as his fingers clasped the hem of my sweatshirt, slowly lifting it up. "I got you to fuck me in your office, didn't I?"

He chuckled. "Beautiful girl, you just had to say it once before I started figuring out how to make it work."

My top was soon gone, and his lips were back against my skin as my hands tangled in his messy hair. I couldn't get enough of him — I never could. He touched me in a way that was so simple, but so damn powerful. His hands were on my hips, pulling me closer to him, letting me feel that I did the same things to him — that he couldn't get enough of me.

"God, I love you," he whispered as I lay back against the desk.

The cold, hard wood against my back felt incredible as he pulled my jeans from my body. This was happening. He was making my fantasy come true. Fuck yes, I had the greatest boyfriend in the world.

"I'm going to take you hard and fast," he said with a devilish smirk on his handsome lips as I looked up at him. "You're going to enjoy this."

Oh, yes. Yes, I would.

"Thank you. I love you."

He dropped his scrub pants, pulling his cock free and stroking it as I eyed him closely in anticipation. The air in the room felt electric. I felt like I was on a high that I'd never come down from. He grabbed me by my thighs, yanking me to the very end of the desk. He licked his fingertips before rubbing them over my clit.

And then, he thrust into me, taking me off guard and making me cry out. He did just as he said and fucked me hard — the friction of the desk causing the slightest bit of pain to make it even more pleasurable.

"I fucking love when your tits bounce like this," he whispered harshly, moving his hands to my chest.

I moaned as my head fell to the side, closing my eyes and just feeling him. It was so much better than I ever imagined. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into me with the glorious cock. It felt spectacular. Unbelievable.

His lips moved back to my neck, kissing me softly — the complete opposite of how he was fucking me. How this man could make something so hot and dangerous so loving astounded me, but that was him. That was the handsome Edward Cullen.

I gripped the lapels of his lab coat tightly, holding him down on top of me as he continued his movements. I needed him close. I needed him against me — his lips against mine. I wanted to scream out how fucking incredible this way and I almost did, but his kiss silenced every moan that came out.

Smart man.

"I love you, beautiful girl," he groaned, lifting me up with him.

A few more thrusts, and I was done — lost to everything around me except for the feeling. He rocked his hips into mine, holding me tightly as he came soon after. We clung to each other, panting as we came down from the incredible high.

"I love you, too," I whispered against his neck. "I love you so much."

He pulled back, cupping my cheeks as he grinned. "Happy birthday."

I giggled. "And what a great way to start it."

. . . . .

I left the hospital with my hair a mess and my hoodie inside out. I'd never felt more beautiful, though. That was what Edward did to me, and it wasn't always because of the spectacular sex. He brought me back to life, making me happier than ever before.

His gift wasn't a material item or something I could tell others about, but it was more thoughtful than a gorgeous piece of jewelry or flowers ever could be, and I loved it. He broke more rules than I wanted to think about to fulfill something I wanted. I mean, his ass would be so fired if we'd have been caught. He risked that for me, just to make me happy.

Pretty sure that was love.

I headed to bed soon after getting home, but awakened just before nine when Edward crawled into bed next to me, wishing me a happy birthday. There wasn't much of a plan to celebrate, besides a dinner with Alice and Jasper tonight. I liked it that way, though. It was kind of hard to know this had been the day my dad celebrated above all else. Without him, it didn't feel the same.

I was okay, though . . . as okay as I could be, I guess.

"Just give me five hours, okay?" Edward asked, wrapping his arm around me tightly from behind. "How about a movie before dinner?"

I smiled to myself, nodding. "I'd like that. Love you."

"I love you too, birthday girl." He kissed my temple before sighing softly and getting comfortable.

I lay there for a good hour, thinking about everything and nothing as he slept. Once I was sure he was out cold, I moved his arm from my waist and crawled out of bed to go into the kitchen. I wasn't the least bit surprised to find a beautiful bouquet of roses on the counter already in a vase for me.

Just because I wasn't surprised, though, didn't mean I wasn't impressed. He'd outdone himself with the flowers. They were gorgeous and fresh and so obviously crafted just for me — with a few different, fun and cute bookmarks tucked into it.

The man knew me.

He had also taken a photo of my dad and me from the bookshelf and had placed it next to the flowers with a note. It was a nice touch, but bittersweet. The note reminded me that though Dad wasn't physically here, he loved me and that Edward was sure he was with me in spirit.

I let a few tears slip onto my cheeks, unashamed by the emotion for once. It'd been a while since I'd let myself cry over missing my dad and, in a way, it was somewhat cathartic.

"I miss you, Daddy," I said softly, closing the note and looking at the picture. "He's pretty good, huh? Probably better than I deserve, but he's made me whole again in some weird, maybe crazy I-don't-know way. He's brought me back to life, which I know would make you happy."

. . . . .

When Edward woke up around two, we headed out to the theater to catch a movie. He let me put the raisinets into the tub of popcorn, which he actually hated, but I loved. So, you know, woo for birthday treats. I even managed to sneak a bite of the two into a handful that I fed him.

The look of betrayal was priceless.

"Popcorn should not be mixed with chocolate," he said, glaring at me. "Especially not chocolate with raisins."

I laughed, smoothing out his frown. "I didn't poison you."

"Might as well have. This is why I have trust issues, you know? Chocolate with raisins hidden inside? It's just unnatural."

"It's delicious," I said, popping another handful in my mouth to prove my point. "Mmm, unnatural."

He chuckled softly, putting his arm around me and pulling me close to him. "Whatever you say, beautiful girl."

He held me close to him as the movie started, and I melted into his side, soaking it up. PDA was kind of awesome, you know. Even more so when he kissed me passionately, causing me to moan and get shushed by some person behind us.

They really didn't appreciate his not-so-quiet talk about what he was going to do to me tonight.

I did, though.

And sex in a public place was added to my bucket list.

. . . . .

Once the movie ended, we took our time getting back to our apartment. Alice and Jasper wouldn't be there until six, so there really wasn't much of a rush.

"So, I need to ask you a hypothetical question," Edward said, holding my hand as we waited for the light to change so we could continue our walk.

I looked up at him, cocking my brow. "Hypothetical, huh?"

He nodded as a smirk played on his handsome lips. "Of course. For example, how insanely angry at me would you be if I said there was a surprise party waiting for you at our apartment?"

"Considering the fact that I have all of one close friend and she's already going to be at the apartment for a planned dinner, I'd be extraordinary angry. I could even go into a rage."

"Would you be less angry if I told you about it first?"

"I will hurt you, Edward Cullen."

He chuckled, titling his head down to kiss my temple. "You couldn't hurt a fly, beautiful girl. I've seen you try, and you miraculously managed to catch it in a cup and take it to the window."

He wouldn't.

Would he?

Shit, fuck, damn it, he would. And by the look on his face and his bullshit hypothetical question, I knew he had. I considered slapping the grin off of his face, but that was kind of assault in the real world.

Damn.

"Who's coming? Edward, I hate people," I whined.

"You don't hate my parents, do you?"

Well . . . that changed things. Kind of. I was still a little pissed, though. "Just them?"

He shook his head. "Emmett and Rosalie too, but they left the twins with her mom."

"I've met them once!" I huffed.

"And they adore you. I just . . . thought you'd like to have family for your birthday. They are your family now, Bella. Please, don't hate me?"

I could never hate the handsome Edward Cullen. I'd miss the conversation and spectacular sex too much. I could make him pay for it, though. I didn't know how yet, but I could and I would.

"I don't hate you," I sighed as his handsome smile returned. "Do I have to act surprised, though? Because I'm a great writer, but a shitty actress."

He laughed, dipping his head to capture my lips. "Nope, I told them I would tell you right before, so that you didn't have a panic attack."

"Good idea because chances are high I would have."

"So, I'm not in trouble?"

"That's to be seen. But, I'm glad your family came. Are they here already?"

He nodded, taking my hand again. "Yeah, they should be done setting up by now. I love you."

"I love you too, even though you're a dirty, rotten schemer."

. . . . .

The moment Edward opened the apartment door and I walked through, his mom rushed to me, wrapping me up in a tight embrace. I loved Esme, but . . . she really didn't understand my enjoyment of personal space. Like, not even a little.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," she said, pulling back. "Surprised?"

"I can't believe you all came," I said, smiling. "This is incredible."

"When Edward asked, there was no possible way we could refuse," Carlisle said, stepping forward and giving me a quick hug. "Happy birthday, Bella."

"Thank you so much. Really, I'm so thankful you all came. You really didn't have to come all this way."

"Eh, it's a nice mini vacation, too," Rosalie said. "Edward didn't want you spending the day without your family, so we jumped at the chance. Happy birthday."

"Thanks," I said, giving her a gentle hug.

I didn't know Rosalie and Emmett very well yet, but I did like them both. They'd welcomed me into the family with open arms. Honestly, it was a little disorienting to feel so much love without any effort, but that was the Cullens. They were incredible people — plain and simple.

After the welcoming, we all headed over to our small dining room to start eating. I quickly learned that they'd gotten here just moments after Edward took me to the movies to set up and so that Esme could cook my favorite dinner — chicken parmesan.

It felt so homey and nice to be gathered around a table with people that called me their family — and had traveled so far just to be with me for one night. Edward had gone above and beyond anything I ever dreamed of to celebrate, and I decided that he deserved anything he could ever want tonight.

"I ordered the cake from our favorite bakery," Alice said, grinning as she sat the extravagant, two-tiered cake in front of me. "And yes, there's cookie dough ice cream."

"I knew I loved you for a reason," I laughed, taking her hand as she sat back down beside me. "Were you in on this, too?"

She scoffed. "Of course! Do you really think Edward could arrange all of this? We timed everything perfectly, and that's only something I can do, babe."

"True. So . . . what do I wish for?"

"Anything you want, beautiful girl," Edward said, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my cheek. "I'd love a new flat screen to fall into our laps, though."

"It's her wish," Esme said, her lips curling into a smile as she rolled her eyes.

Alice lit the candles, and I closed my eyes, blowing them out quickly. My wish was pretty simple and all I could ever want. I just wanted to always be a part of this amazing family and for the handsome man to love me for the rest of our lives.

I had a feeling that would easily come true.