Thanks to all the lovely people who have reviewed telling me they still like the story— thanks so much. This chapter is for you.
When I woke in the morning the sunlight shining through the windows seemed to give me a whole new perspective on the situation. We had changed position in the night— now my face was pressed up against Edward's chest while his body curled around mine like a cat's. His hands were still in the same position, however, cradling my stomach, and his touch was tender but firm despite the fact that he was asleep. I squirmed slightly and pried his hands out of my grip so I could lean back and watch his sleeping face. With worshipful eyes I stared down at the face of the man I loved. He looked so peaceful, so happy, like all his dreams had been accomplished. Something squeezed in my chest as I looked at him, and I abruptly realized that whatever had happened last night, and that whatever happened in the future because of it, I would never love him any less.
My head felt light and airy, my chest less heavy with that realization. Relief made me dizzy as I stroked his soft hair back from his face and kissed his forehead. A small sleeping murmur tumbled from his lips and he stirred slightly. I pulled his head against my chest and ran my fingers through his beautiful hair, combing out the strands. A soft 'mmm' sounded which was followed by his hands pressing down on the mattress as he turned to face me. He stared at me silently for a moment, his green eyes shockingly intense, and I had no clue as to his thoughts.
"Bella," he began softly, his hand reaching up to stroke back my hair, his touch sending tingles into the pit of my stomach. "My mother mentioned something last night which I wanted to discuss with you." His eyes searched mine for a moment, before his gaze dropped to the duvet. I felt his hands search mine out and play gently with my fingers before he took a deep breath and looked back up at me, green eyes captivating. I held my breath as he spoke. "We didn't use a condom."
I opened my mouth to reply, but my throat was dry. I swallowed thickly, and replied croakily, "I know."
"I just wanted to say," he started softly, his voice enthused with love, "That whatever happens, I'm going to be here throughout all of it." His gaze gripped me and I felt my heart rate speeding up, and the tingles in the pit of my stomach turning into an ache.
I smiled at him and brought his knuckles up to my lips to kiss with unmasked adoration.
His answering smile was dizzyingly magnificent— his teeth white, his smile crooked, his eyes creasing at the corners… and my heart tugged again. I would do anything I could to see that smile for the rest of my life.
"Bella," he whispered, telling me something important with his eyes. He continued in a faltering voice that was rough with emotion, but still completely perfect to me. "I just want to tell you how totally and completely you have transformed my life. Before, I thought that living was going to work, hanging out with Jasper and Emmett and going out partying. Since I met you, really met you, you've opened my eyes and shown me such a new world that my previous life feels void, cold, and lifeless. Every time I look at you I think of our future, how I want to spend the rest of my life with you, only you. I don't even look at other women because none of them could ever compare to you."
My eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away clumsily with calloused thumbs, his long fingers cradling my face. His eyes never left mine as he continued to speak.
"So I must let you know how you mean everything to me. Whenever I'm not with you I feel this tug in my chest," he pulled my hand to his bare chest and pressed it over his heart, which thudded strongly beneath my fingers, "This ache. And it's as if my body is calling you, wanting to be near you, and I can't concentrate. And then you walk into the room, and the ache gets worse, because now I can see you, watch your beautiful expressions and soft eyes, but you're not close enough to touch… and when you speak, every word is precious to me, every smile is like a special secret between us. And nobody else knows how it feels; it's our bond, and we wont share it— and they don't understand how every second I want to feel your skin against mine, naked, have your velvet hair laid across my chest, touch your milky body like I've never wanted to do to anyone else… sometimes it gets so strong I want to climb inside your skin and be surrounded by you."
His eyes and low voice with that last sentence were so seductive that I felt myself wetten even as my heart ached with adulation for him. He brought my hand up from his chest, trailing it over his smooth warm skin and up to his lips, where he pressed a lingering kiss to the back of my hand. His dark eyes framed by sooty lashes captivated me and made my blood thrum.
"And there's this feeling inside me that I've never known before… it's like I want to own you, make you mine, like some sick caveman. But sometimes its stronger than that— I want to pollute you, steal your innocence, pound you… and then other times I love you with such tenderness that I wish we could just press ourselves so closely together that we'd merge into one."
He swallowed thickly, and dropped my hand to reach under the pillow I had slept on last night. His fist was clasped, his long slender fingers wrapped around something. He swallowed again, and looked up at me from under his lashes, his eyes dark and intense. The green of his eyes was like fresh, tangy lime, with a band of deep, forest green around the edges. My heart was unsteady.
"So I wanted to give you something to show you how much you are a permanent part of me now, and forever. You've run away with my heart and I don't ever want you to give it back."
His long fingers opened slowly to reveal a small black box, and my eyes snapped up to his, wide with shock.
"I wont ever love anyone the way I love you, Bella Swan," his fingers inched under the lid of the box and pried it open to reveal a beautiful ring as his eyes were locked with mine, "Please do me the honour of becoming my wife."
And suddenly I didn't care about what other people thought, I didn't care about girls like Jessica Stanley, I didn't care that my marriage-hater mother would be furious, I didn't care that we hadn't used a condom— because I wanted it all: Edward, marriage, the baby, the future.
"Yes, Edward, yes," I gasped, my face splitting with a smile. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his, as a deep moan of satisfaction and triumph burst out of his chest.
"I love you, god, I love you Bella," he groaned as I straddled his lap and kissed him with all the delight he had inspired in me. His urgent hands tore my shirt off my body as we frantically tried to pull each other closer. The ring box fell back onto the pillow, forgotten as we passionately freed each other from our clothes. Our naked bodies met with an ache of release and we moaned at the familiarity but newness of the action.
"Make love to me, Edward, please," I whimpered as his strong hands grasped my heaving breasts and his thighs surged beneath me, and then he was inside me, filling me, and god—!
I threw my head back and groaned long and hard, as Edward held onto me as if I was a lifeline, his thrusts steady and deep. Our bodies rocked together, surged with passion, his hands were on my waist, then in my hair—
And this was my fiancée, my Edward! and I shouted those two names as we joined again and again, and felt I was losing my mind with ecstasy and bliss, and I could hear him repeat my name just as I was his, calling me his love, his life, his wife—
And god, that just made it stronger, this racing feeling inside of me, and we then were flying together, my toes were curling into the mattress as he thrust deeper and deeper like he was trying to fuse us together; then suddenly he stopped, gathered me close into his arms and yelled his release with an animalistic growl of victory, and almost as soon as I felt his warm release enter my body I came in a series of spasms so hard I had to cling onto Edward and scream into his heaving chest.
We both fell back onto the bed, our limbs so weak we couldn't move for minutes as we enjoyed the warmth spreading through us and the sunlight that wrapped our bodies like silk.
"Edward, I love you," I panted, but in the light of what we were feeling that one word felt insignificant. It was so much more than that.
I looked down finally when I felt his fingers stroking my hands, to see him slip a sparkling emerald ring into its place on my left hand, and look up at me with eyes so delighted that I couldn't help but begin to cry.
So guys, was this adequate compensation for the wait?
Love you all,