Well…this is it. The end of my first story…my baby. I'll apologize now for the long A/N…Thank you's and all that.
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And so this is the end. Please read the ending chapter notes for more information regarding SaDT, as well as a link to my new fic, Laid Bare!
SM owns all things Twilight, and anything left over has owned me for the last eight months of my life. And for the last time…..here we go! :)
I looked around the expanse of green and sunlight surrounding me. It was bright, it was hot, it was so unlike Forks. I took a deep breath; my sweating palms pushed flat against my sides as people ran around me, urgent to do tasks that I didn't even know needed to be done. This wasn't a fancy occasion. This was friends and family, out amongst moss covered trees and fresh air. There were flowers and beauty and peace…why was everyone so frantic?
I took a deep breath, looking around for a soothing hit of bronze hair and emerald eyes. I couldn't see him anywhere…I hadn't seen him all day. It was nearly unbearable, especially since I was feeling particularly vulnerable at the moment.
For the past week, really.
I looked down and saw Masen, looking downright distinguished in his little tux, big grey eyes shining and anxious. "What's up, little man?" I questioned with a sigh, kneeling down to his level.
"I'm a ring bear!" he murmured excitedly, jumping up and down and picking at the cuffs of his jacket.
I laughed, ruffling his crazy curls. "Ring bearer, buddy."
"Yeah, ring bear, that's what I said!" he sighed exasperatedly, running off in the direction of Emmett and Rose.
I looked over at Emmett, holding his little niece in his arms. It looked comical, big Emmett cradling such a tiny thing in his arms…and yet, it was completely natural. I walked over slowly, watching as Jasper tried to take his daughter from Emmett's protective embrace. "Piss off, Jazz. I'm holding her now!" he whined before looking down at baby Lily and softening his gaze. "Don't ever talk like Uncle Emmett, baby girl. You're daddy just wants to take you from me, and I'm not ready yet, am I?" he cooed, rocking her slowly and smiling down at her.
It made my eyes sting with tears….for so many reasons.
Rose looked like she was going to pass out from the sight of Emmett fawning over baby Lily. I knew all too well what that reaction felt like.
I scanned the scattering of people one more time, searching for my boy…my fiancée, the one person I needed so desperately in that moment, I could barely breathe.
Where were they hiding him?
I walked up to Emmett and kissed my Goddaughter on the forehead, my stomach fluttering as I gazed down at her blinking blue eyes. The world became so much brighter--seven weeks and four days ago. The day that Lily May Whitlock came into the world, with a head full of dark brown hair and a squeal loud enough to rival her mother.
Things had changed so quickly…had been moving so unbelievably fast.
Only yesterday was the last day of the school year. The day I had to watch my kids walk out of my classroom, permanently. Of course I'd see them next year, but they wouldn't be mine any longer. The pros of teaching definitely outweighed the cons, but growing close to a number of kids, just to ship them off at the end of a year took its toll on me. I figured it would get better with time, considering this was only my second class that I had to detach from.
Emmett let out a low whistle. "You clean up real nice, B. What are you doing over here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be congregating with the other women-folk?"
"Hey, I'm not with the women-folk either!" Rose yelled, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "And you do look good, Bella. I'd do you, if I was a guy. Nice ring by the way." She nudged my shoulder and smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks," I chuckled, looking down at the huge rock nestled on her own left ring finger. "Yours isn't so bad either."
"Pshh, I know right?" she said cockily, watching it shimmer in the sunlight.
I rolled my eyes playfully and kissed my niece once more. "Well, I just needed a break," I sighed, wrapping my arms around my torso. "Alice is attacking Sue right now with her cosmetic skills…I'm free for awhile."
"Charlie, when are we gonna play baseball again?"
I turned around to see Masen in my dad's arms, playing with his grey tie. Charlie looked a particular shade of green as he cradled Masen awkwardly in his arms. "I don't know, champ. Maybe tomorrow before you all pack up."
Masen jumped out of his arms, satisfied with Charlie's response. My eyes connected with my dad's, and he exhaled dramatically. I smiled, walking towards him until we were face to face. "You look handsome," I grinned, straightening his tie.
"So do you," he said hesitantly, before shaking his head at the reply. "I mean, you look beautiful, Bells."
"Thanks," I laughed, dropping my hands to the side and looking down. "You look nauseous Dad, are you going to make it down that aisle?"
He nodded, and pulled me in for a one armed hug. "I'll survive. How are you doing with all this?"
I shrugged, sighing unevenly. "I don't like being made the center of attention," I grumbled.
Charlie shifted so I was looking at him. "Look Bella, you don't have to do this--"
I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest. "Give me a break, Charlie. Besides, it wouldn't be much of a wedding if I wasn't in it," I teased, elbowing him in the ribs.
I scanned the yard, gazing at the makeshift altar, the white chairs, the fabric of the aisle, the flowers hanging from ever point possible. It truly was beautiful. It was serene, exactly what was needed.
"I'm gonna be a ring bear!"
I laughed, searching for Masen and his exuberant little method of greeting people.
"It's ring bearer, little man."
I froze. Because that was the voice I'd been looking for. The voice I needed to hear before the events of the day took place. It was desperate how badly I needed him.
"I'll be back, Dad," I said distractedly, heart clenching as I saw Edward crouched in front of his nephew, smoothing out his jacket.
I turned around and my dad spoke once more. "I love you, kid. And thanks, for everything."
I nodded, the love I had for my father written all over my face as I smiled back at him.
Masen ran past me, throwing up a high five and scurrying on his way, fulfilling his need to be the social butterfly. What waited for me in his wake was glorious. Tall, broad, messy hair, intense eyes, pale skin, long fingers. My boy. My everything.
He smiled radiantly at me, holding out his hand for me to take. My breathing hitched in my throat. Ten months together and he still had the power. "Where have you been all my life?" he groaned, pulling me into his warm embrace and relaxing his body against mine.
He kissed the top of my head, my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, my neck before burying his face in my shoulder. He took my breath away. "I've been looking for you," I whispered.
He pulled away slightly, looking at me deeply. "And now that you've found me?" his voice cracked in emotion.
"I won't let go," I breathed, grabbing his chin and pulling until his lips met mine, soft and urgent, needful and reverent. He moaned softly against my lips, his hands running along my back and trapping me against him, his need for me pouring out of his body and absorbing me entirely.
We came up for air, his lips were swollen and slightly pink as my eyes searched his face. The back of his fingers ran across my cheek gently. "How are you?" he questioned earnestly. These words had been falling from his lips so often lately…he'd been so worried, so over protective. It was endearing and annoying at the same time. I didn't say anything though, I was just happy to be spending time with him. He'd been so busy lately, readying himself for fall semester, and donating his time to Seattle's non-profit Music Center. He said it would look good on his school application, but I'd never seen him look so happy when he got home each night. He taught children music, he organized workshops, he helped them put together ensembles. He created, he connected…he thrived.
It was all I ever could have wanted for him. To be happy, to do something he loved that didn't bring him down. It was ridiculous, really, just how blissful we had been together lately.
And now that he had gotten his acceptance letter into the University of Washington, things would only get better. My beautiful boy would be working his way towards a master's in music. Yes, he had the entire package, and I couldn't be more proud of him. Not to mention, when we played naughty teacher/bad student, we wouldn't have to pretend anymore. I smiled deviously.
"Hey," he squeezed my hips, bringing me closer. "Are you going to answer me or drive me insane with your lack of a response," he growled playfully.
Oh, right. How am I…
I let out a large sigh, really pondering the question. "Nervous, but good. Happy…and really good," I chuckled, shaking my head at myself.
He took my hand and ran his thumb over my engagement ring. His eyes had looked different for the past few days. They were shinier, they held more emotion, which I thought was virtually impossible. They were nervous and excited and happy and genuine. He was looking at me in a whole new way, and my entire body felt covered in warmth every time his eyes met mine. It was amazing. Everything was just so…..amazing…and nerve-wracking, in a beautiful kind of way.
"You look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured against my cheek, pulling my earlobe between his teeth and biting down playfully. "How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look so fucking gorgeous?"
I giggled, trailing my hands along his sides and underneath his jacket. "Damn… already, babes? You are a machine! Have you already forgotten last night? Five times…and you're ready to go again?"
"Mmmm, I'm always ready," he murmured deeply, pushing his hips against mine and proving his point.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tighter, realizing he was swaying me side to side. "Are we dancing?" I whispered, squeezing him with all the force I had inside of me.
"We're dancing," he breathed into my hair, cradling me so closely, like he was trying to pull me right inside of him.
"We don't have any music," I murmured, pulling the fabric of his jacket, needing him…just fucking needing him in a way I could never begin to explain.
"We do," he whispered intently, pulling back slightly and pressing his forehead to mine as he rocked me slowly. "We are the music…" he drifted off, bringing his hand over my stomach and moving his fingers over my skin as if he were playing a beautiful tune on his piano. I shivered against him, closing my eyes as his fingers tapped lightly across my abdomen. "Perfect harmony," he whispered so softly against my lips, I barely heard him. "To fit together, to join, to complement, to blend, to create…."
His breath left his lips rapidly as I felt the tears burning my eyes. I squeezed him desperately. "This is harmony…we are the music, Bella," he murmured, pressing his lips to mine softly and staring at me intently before continuing. "Have you told anyone?"
The butterflies fluttering inside my body went crazy and I couldn't help the wide smile that covered my face. I lowered my hand and intertwined our fingers over my belly button. "No," I breathed, our eyes deeply connected. "This isn't mine to tell, Edward…it's ours."
He crashed his lips to mine and pulled me tighter, his thumb drawing gentle circles against my abdomen. We broke apart and his smile was radiant as he stared down at me. "Let's keep it just ours then…for a little while."
I slid my tongue into his mouth languidly, tasting the boy responsible for speaking such beautiful words and making me feel so incredibly loved and cherished. "I love you," I moaned breathlessly, pulling at his neck, bringing him closer, making him mine.
He hummed against my lips and I felt his mouth curve into a smile as he kissed me fervently.
"Shit," I heard from behind me. "How in the ever loving hell am I supposed to interrupt this? God, these two and their all consuming love. Phil is going to learn how to do this, I swear. He works enough of his own mojo, but throw in that heat, and I'll be a quivering mass of pure—"
"Mom!" I yelled, groaning against my boy's lips before pulling back slightly. "I can hear you."
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said sheepishly. "But we need to go…it's time."
I took a deep breath and turned to give her a small smile. "I'll be right there, okay?"
She turned to leave, and Edward held both of my hands in his, his smile full of excitement as he gazed down at me. "Are you ready, love?"
I looked up into his eyes, intent and honest and asking far more than if I was ready for the events of the day. His eyes told me exactly what he wanted to know.
I smiled, nodding my head fervently and giggling as I kissed him. "Yes," I whispered, our lips entwining over and over again. "I'm ready."
And I truly was.
I walked into Charlie's house hesitantly, met with nothing but peace and quiet. "Ali?" I called, searching room after room and not finding anyone inside them.
"In here," a soft murmur came from the upstairs bathroom. Alice, Renee and two of Sue's nieces came from the small room and met me in the hallway. I hugged them all tightly, already feeling the tears burning behind my eyelids.
"We'll give you a minute," Ali murmured as the rest trailed her down the stairs.
I walked into the bathroom and there stood Sue, eyes wide, hands shaking, her reflection in the mirror radiant as she took in her appearance. I smiled. She was stunning.
I walked up behind her and ran my hand gently along her veil, a few tears sliding down my cheeks. "You look…perfect," I whispered.
She turned around, wrapping me in her arms and squeezing almost to the point of pain. "There's my Maid of Honor," she laughed through her tears. "I'm starting to think I'm much too old to be a bride."
"You aren't," I chuckled, pulling back to look into her eyes. "In fact, I think you're the epitome of a blushing bride."
She held my hand and batted at her tears. "Alice will kill me for ruining my make-up," she sniffed before continuing. "Bella, you know I've never had the chance to have children. My first husband died before we ever conceived…and I never thought I'd get the opportunity to have a family, let alone a daughter like you…"
She trailed off and a sob broke from my chest. "Sue…"
"No," she said forcefully, "let me finish. I love your father, with everything I have, Bella. And I love you with the motherly affection I never got to share with anyone else. You are a daughter to me. And now…."
"Now, what?" I asked quickly. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, because I knew there was something they weren't telling me. I'd only gotten the call from Charlie two weeks ago, asking if I could round up the Cullen/Whitlock clan and come home for their wedding. My dad said he proposed to Sue out of the blue and they didn't want to wait another minute. My heart was telling me there was more.
Sue laughed, watching my eager expression. "Well, if I'm too old to be a bride, then I'm definitely too old to be having a baby."
My entire body froze, even though it was what I had expected all along. Ever since we arrived last night, she was glowing. It could have been passed off as wedding bliss, but there was something else…something familiar.
Something I saw every time I looked into the mirror for the past five days.
I pulled her against me, dresses and make-up and tears be damned. She stroked my hair and I embraced my stepmother, wishing I could tell her we shared the same secret, but knowing it just wasn't the right time. Soon, I reasoned with myself. We'd tell everyone soon. "Sue, I'm so happy for you. Oh my God, Charlie just must be…"
"A nervous wreck," she chuckled blissfully. "But I've never seen him so happy, Bella."
"Everything is really working out, isn't it?" I whispered, grabbing her bouquet from the counter and handing it to her.
"Yes, it sure is," she breathed, inhaling deeply and fixing her make-up in the mirror.
I sighed, wiping furiously at my eyes and pulling Sue towards the door. "Come on," I murmured softly, "Charlie looked like he was going to pass out when I saw him earlier. You better not keep him waiting."
She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. We walked out of the bathroom hand in hand, and she stopped walking before we hit the stairs. "Bella?"
You're the only one who knows besides your father," she spoke softly, fiddling with her bouquet.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, kissing her cheek. "Our first Mother/Daughter secret," I whispered, winking at her as she laughed at my side. "Come on, let's get you married."
The ceremony was beautiful, slightly chaotic…and exactly what it should have been. It started with Masen running down the aisle, pillow and ring tucked beneath his arm as he clawed at the guests, growling at them and yelling, "I'm a ring bear! Grrrrr!" Everyone was in hysterics as Ali jumped from her seat and grabbed her little boy, steering him down the aisle and whispering words into his ear. Masen continued his walk without mishap, besides one swipe and a little growl at Carlisle and Esme.
My dad cried during the ceremony, and Billy gave him shit for it the remainder of the night. I slapped Billy's shoulder, telling him I thought it was sweet and that he needed to act more like a best man rather than a twelve year old.
That shut him right up.
The reception was held at a local park in Forks, which was actually pretty perfect for Dad and Sue. The DJ was set up underneath a large oak tree, the pavilion hall turned into a dance floor, twinkly lights shining and giving the whole night a majestic sort of feel.
I watched on as Jake, Sam, and Masen attempted to break dance to Baby Got Back. Suddenly Ali was seated next to me at the picnic table, a little bundle of joy nestled in her arms. "Hey," she whispered, kissing my cheek.
I leaned in and rested my head against hers, running my fingers along the top of Lily's head. "Here, I'll take her," I murmured softly, taking the baby from Alice. I stared down at her, running my fingers along her soft little chubby cheek and smiling as she cooed at me. It was almost unbelievable how much she looked like Alice.
"Edward showed me the letter," she said suddenly, eyes hesitant as she gazed down at her baby girl.
The letter. I hadn't really thought about it since it arrived a few weeks ago.
"So, are you guys, like, at peace with everything? Or did it just stir up bad memories?" she asked softly, rubbing my back.
Truthfully it was a little of both. When that letter from Tanya arrived two weeks ago, I wanted to cut it up into little pieces and burn it until it was reduced to ashes. But after staring at the envelope for awhile, I decided it would be best if Edward and I read it. So we did, together.
The letter wasn't long, just explaining about the extensive therapy program she was in, and that she was feeling better every day. She talked about what she liked in Boston, and that she was hoping we were well. She ended the letter with a plea. A plea of forgiveness. She said that when she looked back on her actions, her behavior, her life, and once she truly saw what she had become, it disgusted her more than she could ever put into words. She apologized deeply, saying that she prayed every night for us, prayed that her selfish actions didn't corrupt the one thing that we held onto: each other.
"I don't know, Ali," I said softly, turning to face her. "It's in the past. We don't even want to think about it anymore. We just want to focus on the future."
"And that's what you should be doing sweetie," Alice said gently, brushing my hair away from my face. Her look was penetrating as she stared at me for a beat too long.
"What?" I asked self-consciously.
"You look different," she murmured whimsically, running her fingers through my hair once more.
"Different how?" I whispered, not quite ready for Ali's sixth sense to make itself known.
"Just…glowy," she said in a meaningful tone. She leaned over and kissed my temple, squeezing me with more strength than I knew she had inside of her. "I love you, Bella," she whispered, looking up at me through watery eyes.
And I knew she knew.
Jasper walked over and kissed my forehead before scooping his daughter out of my arms. "Ready to go, hon? Mase is about ready to pass out from all his mad dancing skills."
Alice nodded, and I looked over at Masen across the lawn, sprawled out on Edward's lap, tie wrapped around his head and eyes opening and closing slowly. I smiled warmly. They were so cute.
The three and a half of us made our way over towards Edward and Masen. "Are you ready to go, buddy?" Jasper asked his son softly.
"Yeah, Daddy, I'm tired. Can you carry me?" Masen yawned, stretching and climbing off of his uncle's lap.
"Here," Edward said, reaching towards Jazz. "Let me have that little girl." He scooped her up, his smile wide and his eyes crinkling as he beamed down at his niece. "Hi, Lily girl," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her head.
"Oh, God," I groaned, clutching my chest as a burning heat crept up my spine. I couldn't even look at him directly when he was holding her.
Alice laughed. "Calm down, shorty. At least he's not playing the song he wrote for her."
That was a hell of a point made by my soon to be sister-in-law. I've witnessed Edward play his song for Lily roughly three times. I've cried during the song, roughly three times. It wasn't enough that he looked perfect holding her, or that he was so remarkably handsome he didn't need any help to begin with. But no, he had to write her a lullaby, a lullaby designed to be played with one hand so he could always hold her while he played it.
Christ…my man was all kinds of amazing.
How did I ever get so lucky?
Alice gathered the car seat and diaper bag, Jazz carried an exhausted Masen in his arms, and Edward stood with Lily. "I'm gonna carry her out to the car…I'll be back in a minute, baby." He leaned down, kissing my lips gently, repeatedly, lovingly.
"You look good," I whispered against his chin, kissing the scruff along his jaw before looking down at our niece.
"Practice makes perfect," he murmured under his breath, kissing my temple and walking towards Ali and Jasper's car. I hugged them both, ruffling Masen's hair and brushing it away from his forehead. "You tired, little man?" I asked softly.
"Yeah," he whispered, looking back at me through groggy eyes. "Aunt Bella, can I be the ring bear when you marry Uncle E?"
I laughed. "Of course buddy, and you know what else?"
"You can growl and claw people when you go down the aisle, 'kay?" I leaned in and kissed his forehead, laughing as he giggled melodically.
"Okay!" he said excitedly before putting his little hand on my cheek. "I love you, Aunt Bella."
My heart clenched. Hard. "I love you, too, little man," I whispered, my voice cracking in emotion.
I leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, taking a moment to absorb the night, the past week, the last year of my life, really. I waited for Edward to come back, ready for some time alone with my boy. The soft white twinkly lights glimmering around me made his absence all the more insufferable. I needed him next to me. Suddenly I felt two warm hands on my shoulder and a pair of lips pressed to the top of my head.
"You didn't have a drop of alcohol tonight, Bella baby."
I rolled my eyes. "Leave it up to you to notice that, Jacob Black."
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Well, yeah, hello? You are a tequila guzzling, table dancing psychopath…my partner in crime. Where the hell was she tonight, anyway?"
"It looks as though she's retiring," I murmured, almost to myself.
Jake was quiet for a long time, resting his chin on the top of my head. "So you got a bun in the oven or what?" he whispered gently.
I shook my head. "Is it tattooed on my forehead or something?" I laughed, looking down to the ground.
Jake kissed my temple and wrapped his arms around me. "No, but what else would keep you from getting shitfaced and embarrassing the hell out of yourself?"
I elbowed him in the ribs and he groaned before turning me in his arms. His dark brown eyes were glistening, and the amount of emotion being thrown my way today was starting to overwhelm me. "Uncle Jake…has a nice ring to it," he said softly, kissing my forehead.
I pressed my forehead to his chest and breathed steadily, letting everything hit me in one solid stream. I felt like I was going to pass out. "Bells?" Jake questioned.
"Are you okay, baby?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind me, holding my hips as I lifted my head.
I nodded, wiping my tears and smiling up at Jake. "I'm good," I whispered, reaching back and taking Edward's hand. "I'm really good." Jake leaned down and I kissed him on the lips. "You're my best friend."
He smiled warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "And you're my favorite person in this whole fucking world, Bella baby." Jake stood up quickly, blinking towards the sky and making a grunting noise. "Ugh, too much wine, making me all teary eyed and shit. Well, I'll have a shot for ya, honey. Why don't you go take a shot of this fine specimen, since you keep telling me I'm not allowed," Jake grumbled.
I giggled. "I told you, when he agrees to it, you can do whatever you want to him."
Edward shook his head and pressed his lips to my forehead, smiling widely as he looked past me. "It ain't happening, man. Sorry to disappoint you." Edward held out his fist and bumped Jake's.
"That's okay, Eddie. I wouldn't know what to do with you anyway. Bells?" Jake called, walking backwards and away from us.
"Movie night next week," he said softly, his tone full of emotion. "If you get Mr. sex on a stick in real life, then Mr. Darcy is mine."
I chuckled, blowing him a kiss. "It's a deal. Love you, Jakie."
I turned to Edward, burying my face in his neck and sighing deeply. "Tell me what's wrong Bella," he murmured, running his hands up and down my arms.
I shrugged, not really knowing what caused me to hyperventilate. "I don't know, this is all so much. This day, this week…I'm just so full of emotion, I don't know what to do with it."
"I know, baby," he soothed, kissing my ear. "Do you need water or anything?"
I cupped his face, running my fingers along his jaw. "Honey, you don't have to dote on me…I feel fine. I just freaked out for a minute."
"It's my job to dote," Edward whispered, kissing my nose. "I'm freaked too, baby but I'm….changed. I feel it already, all over inside of me. It feels…."
"…like your heart's constantly going to burst," I murmured, finishing his thought.
"Exactly, Bella," he smiled crookedly, his eyes alight and shining. "Exactly."
I exhaled deeply and laid my cheek against his chest.
"Take a walk with me," he whispered into my hair, wrapping me in his strong arms and holding me just like I needed him to.
I nodded, smiling at him brightly as I pressed my mouth to his. "I know just where we can go."
It wasn't a far walk to the pond behind the little park, and in no time we were seated on the wooden, decrepit bench that sat beside the rippling water. The moon was bright, illuminating everything in dark blue color. Edward sat down, pulling me into his lap and placing wet kisses along my throat. "Finally, alone," he murmured against my skin.
I hummed against his soft hair, so happy for the quiet moment I was sharing with my boy. We said nothing, just soft groans of contentment as we held each other tightly. "Sue's having a baby," I whispered softly.
His eyes flew up to mine. "No shit?" I nodded and he continued. "That's…weird. I bet she's happy."
"Yeah, she seemed pretty happy," I sighed contentedly. "My sibling and our baby will be the same age…weird, indeed."
Edward chuckled. "No one ever said our family was normal."
"Definitely not," I mused distractedly, dragging my nails along his scalp. "So, Jake guessed that we're…that I'm…."
He laughed. "Are you scared of the word, baby? Pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant," he whispered against my lips.
I giggled and pushed him away. "Fine, pregnant!" I yelled, before continuing. "But your sister pretty much insinuated that she knew, with her all-knowing, intuition-whatever. Then Jake noticed I wasn't drinking, so he figured there was only one reason why I wouldn't be."
"Does he think you're an alcoholic or something?" Edward snorted, running his hands across my belly.
"I don't know, drinking seems to be our thing," I chuckled. "Are you mad that everyone's figuring it out?"
"No," he shrugged, kissing my cheek. "It's not like you're going out of your way to tell them or anything. You're just so fucking glowing and radiant, that people can see it from a mile away."
I rolled my eyes and laid my head against his. I finally worked up every ounce of courage I had and asked the one question that was haunting me in the back of my mind. "Are you really…okay…with all of this?"
His eyes widened before burning into mine. The new burn…the loving burn. He cradled my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks gently as he spoke. "Bella, I'm so fucking happy I can barely find words to express it. I can hardly breath, I'm so ecstatic. I just…can't turn my brain off. Can't stop worrying…I just want to be with you all the time, baby. Every fucking second."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. "You can't be with me all the time, Edward. And you can't worry like this…we're going to be fine. I think we both just need to chill out. We need to be here this weekend, with our family and friends. Not stuck inside our heads. When we get back home, well, then we can start panicking," I smiled, kissing his jaw.
He turned me in his lap so I was straddling him, which was rather uncomfortable with the long fabric of my dress trapping my legs tightly. "Allow me to assist you," he murmured suggestively, bunching the fabric until it rested around my thighs, releasing my knees to rest on either side of his hips. "Now tell me, love. Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm…ready, Edward," I whispered, watching the moonlight reflect in his unruly hair. "I'm more than ready, actually. Doing this with you…it's all I've ever wanted. Everything's just moving so fast. We haven't even been together a year. We're not even married. We haven't traveled. We've barely gotten a chance to enjoy ourselves, and now we'll have a baby. No more nights out, or acting irresponsibly, or humping on every surface of the house…"
He stopped me, pulling on my arms and wrapping them around his neck. His smile was crooked and breathtaking as he gazed up at me. "Bella, we don't have to lose ourselves just because we're bringing a baby into the world. Ali and Jazz still go out. And God knows they do plenty of…humping…as disturbing as that is. It's called grandmas and grandpas…aunts and uncles. Why do you think we have Mase all the time?" he chuckled.
I smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his lips. "I know, babes. I just don't want you to feel like we're missing out on all those things."
"Baby….God, don't you get it?" he sighed excitedly, pulling my body closer to his. "A child that was created by us…a little person that was made because we fucking love each other so much? How much more perfect could it be? How much more could I want, Bella? That's already everything." He stroked my cheek, his eyes burning into mine. "This is everything."
"Really?" I whispered, the tears already falling down my cheeks as I stared back at him.
"Of course, Bella. You are all I've ever fucking wanted in this world. And making a baby with you…creating life together, it's a fucking miracle."
I smiled widely, brushing my nose against his. "I'm so happy, baby. I can't believe this is happening." I laughed giddily, holding myself to him as I breathed in the scent of his neck.
"When are we getting married then?" he whispered excitedly. "I know it was going to be next year but, we should do it sooner. I want you to be my wife…sooner."
My heart thumped unevenly at the fervor in his eyes and the eager tone of his voice. I didn't want to wait either. "Tomorrow?" he whispered against my neck.
"No," I laughed, "Talk about a shotgun wedding."
"October," he murmured, kissing me slowly. "You wanted a fall wedding, didn't you baby?"
"Yeah," I sighed, "But I'm gonna be all fat by then."
Edward snorted. "You won't be fat."
"Um, yeah," I said in an obvious tone. "I will be actually."
"Whatever," he sighed. "It's beautiful, you carrying my demon seed. Brings a tear to my eye…"
"Shut it," I growled, biting down on his chin. "How about August? I'll be showing just a little, and we'll have enough time to go on our honeymoon before school starts for me…and for you."
He smiled broadly, his whole body vibrating in excitement. "I'm marrying you in August. You're mine in August."
"I'm yours now," I whispered, pressing my lips against his.
We sat together for awhile, holding each other tightly and lost in thoughts of our baby, our wedding, our forever. He kissed my head before exhaling deeply. "Well, it really couldn't be helped. I mean, it's not my fault that my super powerful sperm told your birth control to go screw itself. Me and my boys are potent," he sighed, patting himself on the groin lovingly.
"Wow," I muttered, rolling eyes at him. "Full of yourself much?"
"Maybe," he murmured, dragging his teeth across my throat. "You've never seemed to mind."
"I never did, until you started gloating about your little swimmers," I said in mock disgust, slapping his chest.
"What can I say, Bella? They like you. A lot. In fact, they're always eager to get to wherever you are." He dropped his hands to my ass and pulled me against his erection, licking my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. "I can show you, if you'd like," he whispered darkly, thrusting his hips up and causing me to moan softly.
I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled tightly, the hot breath from his groan spreading across my chest. "Let's go then. I think I'll need a demonstration."
I would never get enough of this man.
After saying goodbye to everyone, in promise that we'd see them tomorrow, we finally slipped away to the hotel. I was feeling slightly tired, but more than anything I just wanted Edward naked, touching me, enveloping me entirely.
He closed the door to the suite with a soft click, making sure the 'do not disturb' sign was hanging on the outside knob. He walked towards me slowly, pulling viciously on his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.
"Did I tell you how sexy you look tonight?" I whispered, throwing my shoes off and sliding my hands inside of his coat.
"I don't think you did. Do you enjoy bruising my ego?" he murmured playfully, sliding his coat off of his shoulders and throwing it in the chair behind us.
"I think you're ego is just fine, Edward Cullen. Remember your little swimmers?" I smiled, sliding my hand between us and stroking him over his dress pants.
"Hmm…that's true." His voice was hoarse and rough as he spoke. "What should we do for the rest of the night, love?"
I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, reaching up to tug on his lip with my teeth. "Crossword puzzle?"
He shook his head, sliding the zipper of my dress down slowly.
"Nick at Night?"
"No," he growled as I pulled the shirt off of his shoulders, feeling his biceps flex underneath my fingers.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, momentarily distracted by the faint pink scar across his abdomen. I traced it softly, kissing it gently over and over again as I held his hips. "Bella," he whispered adoringly, tracing my jaw as I continued kissing the scar, the reminder that he was very nearly taken away from me.
"I love you," I whispered, drawing my tongue along his healed wound and loving it just like I loved every other part of him. "I'm so thankful for you, baby. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are just…my entire life, Edward."
He dropped to his knees in front of me, sliding my dress off of my shoulders and letting it pool to the floor around us. "Bella," he spoke softly, my name on his tongue sounding like pure unadulterated love. "No one will ever take me away from you. I promise, love. Look at me." I gazed up at him as he wiped my tears with the pads of his thumbs. "This is forever. This baby…." He trailed off, running his fingers along my stomach softly. "No one will ever take this from us."
He kissed me deeply, our tongues tangling together with wet, thick strokes. We held each other's faces tightly, not willing to put an inch between us. I slid my hand down his stomach, popping his button and pulling his zipper down. "Please, baby. Tell me what you want. I can't wait," I whimpered, slipping my hand inside his boxers and stroking his hard, smooth skin.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me until my back was pressed firmly against the wall. "I want you wet," he whispered breathlessly, pushing his pants down around his waist and pushing his hips against me as I stroked him.
"I already am," I moaned breathlessly. "I'm drenched for you. Now take me, please."
He picked me up off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as his eyes burned into mine. "No, I want your entire body wet. I want our skin slippery and gliding together when I make love to you."
"Bath?" I gasped as his fingers slid beneath the fabric of my underwear, meeting my soaking wet skin.
"Bath," he mumbled into my mouth, carrying me into the bathroom and slamming the door behind us.
I dropped to my knees and turned the hot water on swiftly. Once I was satisfied with the temperature I turned my body towards him, his eyes burning down on me as his mouth twisted in an evil little smirk. I pulled his pants and boxers down and off of his body wickedly before our eyes met. "Hungry?" he murmured darkly.
"Famished," I groaned, dragging my nails along his thighs. I took his cock in my hand once more, stroking him tightly in my fist as I looked up at him beneath my lashes. God, I wanted him in my mouth.
And so I took him.
I sucked him viciously, sliding my lips forcefully along his shaft and grabbing his ass to push him as far into my throat as he would go. "Fuck, Bella," he panted, sliding his hand beneath my hair and holding my neck, pumping his cock into my mouth as I moaned around him. I loved tasting him, loved feeling him twitch and groan and fall apart because of me.
He pulled back slowly before dropping to his knees, trapping his wet cock between us as he ripped my bra away from my body. "Baby, you need to be more patient. You rip all my clothes," I breathed into his ear, truly not caring as he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked viciously.
He picked us up off of the floor and pulled my underwear down my legs, lifting me from the ground and pushing my wet heat right over the very thing I needed inside me, taking me, consuming me. He stepped into the tub and sat us down, his cock nestled between my legs as he reached over to turn off the water.
"Edward," I whimpered, dragging my nails down his chest and grabbing him forcefully.
"Put my cock inside you, Bella," he groaned against my neck, biting my skin and making me writhe. "Show me how much you want me, baby."
My legs were trembling viciously as I slid the head of his cock up and down my wet slit before pushing down slowly, crying out as I felt him stretch me and fill me so fully. I slammed down on top of him, my hands flying around his neck as his lips crashed into mine. I already felt like crying, and I was pissed that my rollercoaster emotions wouldn't get a grip on themselves. "Edward," I moaned, sucking his tongue into my mouth and pulling his hair viciously. "Please," I begged irrationally, swiveling over him as he lifted his hips, hitting me deep and making me cry out in rapture.
"Please what, baby? Tell me, and I'll fucking give you whatever you want," he panted against my tongue, his hands sliding down my body and spreading me as he slammed his cock inside me. I needed it just like that…It was always so fucking desperate between us, so unbelievably all consuming that I felt like losing my mind every time he was inside of me.
"I need it to always be like this," I cried sharply as the water splashed and rippled around us. "I need you to always want me like this."
I felt him twitching inside of me, his face twisted in pleasure as I held him tightly inside of me. "I'll always want you, Bella. I've never wanted anything more. Always, baby. Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me." His hands slid up my arms, taking my wrists and bringing my fingers to the towel bar above us. "Now hold on, love. Let me show you. Let me make you feel so fucking good you'll know….fuck….you'll know how badly I'll always want you."
I did as I was told, holding onto the cold metal for dear life as he ravished me, the water spilling over the edge of the tub and his teeth digging into my breast. He groaned deeply, slamming his hips into me over and over until I came so hard, thousands of stars exploded behind my closed eyelids. I screamed, I grunted like a wild woman as my orgasm spread through every inch of my skin, flaming me, bringing me to life.
I let go of the bar slowly, Edward's arms wrapping around my back and bringing me down on top of him, our bodies pressed tightly together as he looked at me with soft eyes. "You didn't come," I whispered breathlessly, still trying to function after such an intense climax.
"Mmmm, I didn't," he murmured, thrusting inside me slowly, thickly as he slid his tongue along my neck. "I'm not done with you yet, baby. I want more…I always want more."
We moved slowly then, every inch of us molded together, our skin gliding slickly as we handed ourselves over to the power between us. Every day I loved him more, every day just got better and better. "Edward," I moaned against his lips, my fingers pulling down his back as he dove deeper inside of me. "I love you, all I've ever wanted was your baby inside of me."
He moaned into my mouth, arms encircling me tighter as he grew even larger inside of me. "I love you so much, baby. You're mine…you'll always fucking be mine." He pressed his thumb against my clit roughly, causing me to jerk violently against him as he circled my throbbing skin. "Come…please, Bella. Come with me."
Things got hazy and sloppy as we pushed our bodies together frantically, desperate for our release, yet never wanting it to end. He stilled against me, every muscle of his body clenched as he groaned against my shoulder, emptying himself inside of me until I was crying out right along with him. I lost all control, my limbs falling weak and lifeless around him as I twitched fiercely with every pulsing sense of euphoria that washed over me.
We sat like that for quite awhile, arms wrapped around each other, still connected in the most intimate way. Panting breaths, wet bodies, frantically beating hearts. I wanted that single moment to last forever. He lifted his head from my shoulder to look at me, his fingers deftly pushing the hair away from my face. He smiled at me beautifully, his fingertips ghosting along my cheek. "You, me, and our little guy," he whispered, caressing my belly softly. "My family. You're my family."
"Little guy," I snorted softly. "It could be a girl, you know."
"I don't care," he murmured, "as long as it's ours."
I pushed my forehead against his, letting the steam of the bath and the love in his eyes warm me to my very core. "Did you ever think we'd get here?" I whispered, looking into his vibrant green eyes.
"Yeah, I knew we would," he smiled crookedly.
"When?" I asked incredulously, pulling at the soft hairs at the base of his neck.
"Somewhere around the moment you said, 'Hi, I'm Bella Swan, Masen's teacher'," he smiled reverently.
"Had a thing for teachers, huh? It's kind of gross, you perving over me in front of a roomful of little kids," I scoffed, pretending to be repulsed.
"I was singing "Hot for Teacher" in my head," he stated proudly.
"Yeah," he whispered, kissing me softly. "Bella?"
I smiled happily, pushing my nose against his. "Yes, babes?"
"For what?" I breathed against his lips.
"For giving me forever."
This was our happily ever after.
And nothing had ever tasted so sweet.
I hope you guys enjoyed their send off into happily ever after. Now, I know you guys wanna see their wedding and their baby. Well, you can! I still have one more epov chapter to write, and his epilogue will be covering the wedding and the birth and all the things that are imperative you see. If you don't read EPOV, now is your chance. If anything, at least put it on story alert so you know when his epilogue is posted. In his POV, you'll get lots of never before seen moments, as well as a few more different views from my dear story that is now over. Here's the link to Uncle EPOV: http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/5143570/1/Show_and_Dont_Tell_Uncle_EPOV
And as promised, here is the link to my new story, Laid Bare. It's now on chapter two, and our Bitey boy is all kinds of hot, sexy, vampy yumminess! Go ahead and give him a chance. I'm positive you won't be disappointed! Linkage: http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/5541886/1/Laid_Bare
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