Edward's song recommendation: The Noose by A Perfect Circle

(I happen to think it's very fitting for him...that's my opinion, at least)

Chapter Thirty-Two


The next day, Bella decided to spend some one-on-one time with Kat before she left on her trip to Everette. At Katherine's request, they picked up lunch and took advantage of the sun while they sat in the gardens at Myrtle Edwards Park.

"I remember that you used to bring me here when I was seven. You'd let me run around and chase the ducks while you studied." Kat laid her head on Bella's lap while they both looked at the passing ferry.

"Yeah, that worked out fine, until you jumped into the water to chase one."

"I was a curious kid," Kat shrugged. "Do you remember when we had that burial for my pet chick here?"

"Oh gosh," Bella groaned. "The one you won at that fair in Port Angeles?"


"Oh, Gulliver...I don't know how many times I almost stepped on that thing. You'd insist that we let him roam free." Bella smiled at the memory and stroked Kat's hair. "Pop-Pop would get so upset when you'd bring him over on the weekends and Gulliver shit all over his floor."

"Yeah," Kat giggled. "I had a great childhood. I remember when you'd let me dress myself to go to the school..."

"The Tu-Tu and cleats? Oh, yeah.." Bella shook her head and winced. "Coming home with scrapped knees and tangled hair."

"Oliver Grayson said it looked stupid...screw him." Kat muttered, giggling at the memory.

"I guess I wasn't a very good role model."

"Why do you say that?"

"You wouldn't have punched that kid, if you didn't see me hit James that one time."

"Nah, you were...are an amazing mom." Kat turned and looked up at her mother. "I'm so lucky to have you...and little TBA is lucky, too."


"To be announced, Mom." Kat snorted.

"That's cute, kiddo." Bella laid back and stared up at the cloudless sky, reveling in the cool breeze and sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. "I'm sorry about what happened, baby."

"It's not your fault, Mom."

"I should have-"

"You couldn't have done anything, Mom."

"I could have kept you away from him."

"Then we would have fought...again." Kat moved to lay next to her mother and took Bella's hand in hers. "No, this is something that I needed to do. I needed to make peace with him and apologize for being a brat. Now I can let go and move forward with a clear conscience."

"He still owes you one hell of an apology, baby."

"Mom, all he ever does is apologize to me." She turned and faced her mother and let the tears fall freely down her cheeks. "But does he even know what he's apologizing for?" Bella sat up and wiped the tears away from Kat's face, willing her own tears away. She hated seeing her daughter in pain and hated Peter even more for putting his own flesh and blood through that pain. "There is only so much you can be sorry for."

"Katherine, I'm so sorry, baby." She held her daughter as she cried. In Bella's opinion, a good cry was what she needed... Kat had been holding it all in for so long. "Let it out, sunflower, let it out."

"Edward told me something last night that makes a lot of sense." Kat said after a few minutes.

"What was that?" Bella pushed Kat's hair away from her face and tied it in a messy ponytail.

"He told me that holding on to the hurt and anger will turn me into a bitter person. I'm hurt, heartbroken actually, but I forgive him. I'm done trying to be in his life...but I forgive him for all the mistakes he's made with me." She exhaled slowly and wiped her eyes before staring up at the sun.

Bella sat Indian-style in front of her daughter and took Kat's hands in hers. "When did you become so level-headed?" Bella giggled through her tears. "Most kids your age would act out and go get something pierced." They laughed together for a few minutes, until Kat stopped and tapped her finger to her chin. "Don't even think about it, kid."

"Dang." Kat giggled, snapping her fingers.

Bella smiled and kissed the palms of Kat's hands. "I love you so much, Katherine."

"You know, I see Irina with her mother sometimes, and their relationship is non-existent. She doesn't know anything about her daughter and vice-versa." Kat shook her head and stared at their hands. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you there to talk to...you're my best friend."

"It's just you and me, kid...always."

"No," Kat winced playfully. "It's Edward, you, me and the baby now."

"True." Bella rubbed her stomach and smiled. "But you and I...well, we're always going to have that special relationship we've always had."

"I know, Mom."

"I just don't ever want you to feel like you're being cast aside, just because I'm having a baby."

"I don't and I won't." Kat smiled. "Edward has been amazing to me...I couldn't ask for a better friend."

"He loves you so much," Bella said.

"I love him, too." Kat was quiet for a while as she stared out into the water. "I almost call him Dad sometimes." Kat blushed, keeping her eyes on the water. "Silly, right?"

Bella fought back a smile and stared out into the ocean with her. "No, not silly at all. He's there for you, just like a dad should be."

"We went to the pet shop the night before our flight and it slipped...thankfully he didn't hear me."

"Baby, I don't think he'd mind, if you called him that."

"Um...I don't know. I'm too old to use the excuse that 'it just slipped out'." Kat looked back up at the sky and noticed the clouds starting to roll in.

"You're being silly, kiddo. He thinks of you like a daughter...there's nothing wrong with you thinking of him like a father."

Kat shrugged and then jumped to her feet. "Let's get back, I can smell the rain coming." She held out her hand to help her mother up and with a few tugs, Bella finally got up. "Jeez mom, Rosie was right...you are gaining some weight." Kat snickered and playfully bumped her shoulder.

"Hardy har-har." Bella stuck her tongue out and poked Kat in the ribs. "You and your three-toned hair are making me dizzy."

"Mom!" Kat groaned as she grabbed her hair. "Low blow, man, low blow."


During Kat and Bella's outing, Charlie offered to drive Edward to the Rent-A-Car; the ride was uncomfortably silent for Edward. He watched as Charlie's hand tightly gripped the steering wheel every time Edward took a breath.

"Those girls are my life." Charlie muttered, staring straight ahead.

"They're mine, too." Edward said, staring out his window before looking over to Charlie. "I love them more than anything."

"I do, too."

"I won't hurt her, Charlie."

"You better not."

Edward watched as Charlie's hands gripped the steering wheel again, his knuckles turning white; it made Edward a little nervous for a second. "I don't blame you for being cautious with me. You were the only constant in their life for years...you protected, loved and cared for them."

"I still do."

"I know, Charlie, but all I ask is that you let me do it now. Bella and Katherine have my heart...I'm not going anywhere."

Charlie continued to stare out into the open road as he turned on the radio.

"Okay." Edward stared out his window again, feeling like he'd lost a battle.

After three songs came and went, Charlie turned off the radio and cleared his throat. "Bella tends to get emotional further along in the pregnancy...always crying and carrying on." Charlie winced and looked over to Edward. "Thought I'd give you a heads-up."

"Thanks," Edward laughed. "I think she's starting early this time around."

"Oh, no," Charlie chuckled. "It's gets worse."

"Worse?" Edward gulped. "How much worse?"

Charlie smiled at went back to staring at the road ahead of him. "Whatever you do, don't drink her orange juice."

"Bella hates juice."

"She won't in a couple of months."

"Wow...thanks for the heads-up."

"No problem." Charlie said, turning the radio back on.

Edward turned to stare out his window again, smiling at his reflection.

It was a small step...but a step nonetheless.


After a lengthy goodbye between mother and daughter, Edward and Bella set out on their trip to Everette.

"A Volvo, Edward?" Bella snickered, placing her feet on the dash board of the car.

"I used to have one in high school...not as snazzy as this bad boy, but it treated me well."

"What happened to it?"

"I gave it to Alice and she wrecked it."


"So...when was the last time you drove?"

"A year ago. I have an Aston Martin parked in storage...I take it out sometimes."

"Hmm, classy," Bella scrunched her nose and snorted.

"What? It was my grandfather's car...it's a classic."

"I didn't say anything," she giggled.

"You had a look."

Bella looked around the car and pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Yes," he laughed. "You had a look and then you snorted." Edward mimicked her scrunched up face and snorted. Bella giggled and swatted him on his arm. "See."

"So you said it was your grandfather's?"

"Yup. An Aston Martin DB4."

"Nice...very...Austin Powers...ish."

"Austin Powersish?"

"Don't mock me." Bella leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed happily. "Maybe we can take a drive sometime."

"That's a definite possibility." Edward kissed the top of her head and grabbed her hand with his free one. "How was Kat when you went to lunch?"

"She was quiet at first, but she finally opened up and told me everything that happened. That reminds me," she sat up straight and turned to face him. "Thank you for talking to her last night." She leaned over to kiss his cheek as she ruffled his hair. "She really loves you, you know."

"I love her, too." Edward smiled, staring at their linked hands. "It breaks my heart that her father wants nothing to do with her."

"When we were kids, he would always tell me that we were a team...no matter what happened between him and I." Bella shook her head and stared out her window, watching trees whiz by. "I broke up with him a few months after Kat was born and since then, he's been scarce."

"What an asshole."

"We were both young," she shrugged. "He was miserable, I was miserable...I felt like I was caring for two children."

"That must have been so stressful...being so young and all."

"Having Katherine made me grow up faster than I would have liked to." Bella smiled, staring out the window. "It also made me realize that I didn't love Peter the way I should have. In the end, we were both better off."

"Does a part of you still love him?"

"No. I care for him because he is the father of my child...but no, I don't love him."

"I see."

"You know...Kat told me the cutest thing earlier."

"What was that?"

"When you two were at the pet shop, she almost called you dad."

"Really?" Edward smiled, looking like a kid at Christmas.

"She says that she catches herself sometimes, but thinks it's super silly and that you'd probably be all weird about it."

"I wouldn't." Edward responded quickly. "I've already told her she's like a daughter to me...it wouldn't be weird at all."

"That's what I told her...we're a family."


After stopping for groceries for the next few days, they finally arrived at his parents' summer home in Everette.

"We're here." Edward smiled, driving slowly up a hill lined with giant trees that almost blocked the view of the sky.

"This feels like the beginning of a scary movie." Bella whispered, staring up at the trees. "A young couple get away for a weekend tryst. Little do they know...a chainsaw wielding mad man awaits them in their secluded home."

"You've got a wild imagination, Bella." Edward laughed, watching her look around cautiously.

"Whatever." Bella shrugged. "Just so you know, if you trip while we are running away from said mad man...you are on your own, buddy."

"Well, jeez..."

"Baby, I love you...but I know what happens to the ones who try to be heroes...they get hung up on a hook." Bella sunk low in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. "No, thank you..."

"Weirdo," Edward mumbled.

"You love me, admit it."

Edward shrugged and scrunched his nose and, before Bella could respond, the car came to a halt.

"Wow," Bella whispered, taking in the view ahead. A large two-story home sat at the very top of the hill, overlooking the lake below. "It's like a home in a fairytale."

The outer walls were covered with vines of roses, making it look as though the house had risen right up out of the earth. "And they only use this for the summer?"

"They live in Port Angeles because Dad's practice is there. I don't think they've used this place for a couple of years. The caretakers still live across the lake, I think."

"This house if perfect!" Bella squealed.

"You haven't even seen the inside yet," Edward chuckled.

Bella wiggled her fingers for the keys and practically jumped around Edward as he tried to open the door. Once inside, Edward gave her a quick tour of the house. She fell in love with the cobble stone walls and cozy surroundings.

After the tour, Edward left her sitting comfortably in the living room while he gathered the grocery bags from the car. "I could stay here forever," Bella yawned.

"What was that?" Edward asked, juggling the bags of groceries.

"I said, I could stay here forever." Bella took a few bags from his hands and following Edward to the kitchen. "I've been here for less than five minutes and I'm already completely relaxed."

Edward nodded and smiled as he unpacked the bags. He kept watching while Bella rummaged through each bag, until she found her box of fruit roll-ups she insisted they buy. "Now it's a vacation!" She giggled, waving the box in the air.

"I was thinking about barbequing the steaks outside. Does that sound good?"

"It sounds perfect, actually."


After Edward warmed up the pit, Bella sat on the counter watching him season the steaks. "Did you come out here a lot as a child?" She asked, snacking on a bag of sugar peas.

"Whenever I came home for summer break, my father would bring us here."

"I bet you had a lot of fun on the lake."

Edward nodded and shifted uncomfortably against the counter. "I was a really reserved kid."


Edward winced and gulped back the glass of wine he had set out for himself. "I had a lot of anger."

"Towards your mother?"

"Mother...father...step-mother...just all-round anger." He shrugged. "I'm going to put these on the grill. Do you want to sit outside for a while?"

"Sure." Edward scooped up Bella in his arms and lifted her off the counter. After nuzzling her neck for a couple of minutes, he set her down gently on the floor. "Want me to bring the wine?" She asked.

"Yeah...I think I'm going to need it." He smiled, kissing her temple.

Outside, they sat quietly on the deck watching the starry sky. "My mother left my father when I was around two years old." He began, taking small sips of wine.


"After she left, I really never saw my father. I was raised by Marcie Dwight, the nanny that cared for me since I was brought home from the hospital."

"Do you still keep in contact with her?"

"She died a couple of years ago...heart attack."

"I'm sorry," Bella placed her hand on his and squeezed.

"She was a great woman. I paid for her funeral expenses and buried her next to her husband back home in Ireland...it was the least I could do for her."

"That was very sweet of you, baby."

"Well, growing up, she was the closest thing I had to a mother."

"And Esme?"

"Esme came along a couple of years after my mother left. There's a story behind that, actually...but Marcie was really all I ever knew or cared to know."


"My parents' marriage was one of convenience." Bella watched him take a long drink of his wine and focus his attention on the way the fire burned in the pit. "My father's and Elizabeth's families came from old money...Masen and Cullen Steel, to be exact."


"My father told me that they were both pushed into a courtship, with marriage seeming inevitable. During high school and college, they went through the motions. Dad went to Harvard for med school and Elizabeth went to Wellesley, then Penn State."

"What does your mother do?"

Edward snorted and finished off his wine. "Now? I don't know...but she was a psychology major...funny, right?"

"Edward," Bella chided.

"As ugly as this sounds...Elizabeth only went to school to pass the time."

"I don't understand."

"She waited for my father to finish, so they could get married. Back then, Bella, a woman's place was at home."

"What?" Bella shrieked. "That's just-"

"The way it was done back then...the way it was done in my family. Elizabeth received her Master's degree in Biological Psychology from Penn State and then married my father. She stayed at home while my father did his internship."

"Is that what she wanted? To be a housewife?"

Edward shook his head and smiled. "It's what was expected of them."

"Did they even love each other?"

"My father said that before the whole talk of marriage came about, they were actually best friends growing up. They had a mutual understanding that they would play happy couple in front of their parents, but away from them...they would do their own thing, until they found a way out of it."

"Why didn't your parents just stand up to them and say no."

"Because their parents funded their lifestyle...it was all my parents had ever known, and the thought of being penniless, with school loans and bills on top, just wasn't something either of them found appealing."

"They were afraid of being poor...so they got married anyway? That's really-"

"Stupid, I know."

"This is where it gets interesting," he laughed humorlessly. "See, my father and Esme were college sweethearts."

"Esme...his wife now?"

"Yeah," Edward smiled. "He met her while studying at Harvard and kept their relationship from my his parents. Esme understood the situation and was patient, but after he finished med school, she realized that things were never going to change and she refused to be the 'other woman'...so, she left him."

"Wow...that is so...wow."

"My father was heartbroken...and Elizabeth was waiting in the wings, licking the wounds of a failed relationship herself."

"So they married on the rebound?"

"He knew the situation between him and Elizabeth couldn't be simply dismissed ...so, to make everyone happy...he asked her to marry him at her twenty-fifth birthday party."

"My goodness, it was a sad situation all around."

"Yeah, sad for everyone but my grandparents." Edward mumbled, checkingon the steaks. "They were married and my father buried himself in work, leaving her alone most of the time. He felt bad because he'd watched her try to make their arrangement work... but he wanted nothing to do with it or her. After a while, he found himself resenting her."

"How did she...I mean, when were you-"

"I was the product of a drunken night." He laughed, but furrowed his brow when Bella's face held no humor. "My father had seen Esme at a mutual friends' party, she was with another man and it had torn him apart...so he drowned his feelings into a bottle , or many bottles, of wine." Edward's voice was harsh, and his anger was obvious when he slammed the cover back over the pit."

Bella got up to hug him from behind. His body relaxed against her touch and she placed her hand over his heart. "Edward, you don't have to talk about this anymore."

He shook his head and tilted it back to touch his forehead to Bella's. "I want you to know everything about me, Bella. The good, bad...everything."

She kissed him and squeezed his waist gently before taking his hand and leading back to the chairs. "Okay."

"My father used to tell me that I was the best thing that ever came out of that marriage. He loved me more than anything and, even though he worked all the time, he never let me forget that."

"Was he a good father to you?"

"He was a good father in his own way...I grew up understanding that what he did put food on the table. He saved lives...I thought he was God growing up." Edward smiled.

"So when your mom left...did she leave a note or anything?"

"The story goes that Marcie had a doctor's appointment and couldn't watch me until after that. Elizabeth wanted to do some Christmas shopping and left me at a daycare run by my Marcie's sister. A few hours later, Marcie brought me home and noticed Elizabeth's wedding rings sitting on a table near the hallway."

"She just left, without a word?"

"Marcie went to Elizabeth's room. Everything was gone. Clothes, shoes, jewelry. When my father came home that night, he took the rings from Marcie and threw them in the water on the way to work the next day."

"No love lost there, huh."

"None whatsoever."


"I was five when she came into our lives. Dad wanted to redo the entire house and hired a decorator to give the entire place a do-over. Esme turned out to be the one assigned to the project and, since then, their relationship picked up where they left off."

"That must have been really weird for you."

"I was young...as far as I was concerned, Marcie was my mom."

"Did Esme ever try to get close to you?"

"See, when Elizabeth left...my dad left the child rearing to Marcie. He worked a lot and I respected that. When Esme came along, he slowed down...had more kids-"

"Emmett and Alice."

"Yeah." Edward abandoned the glass of wine and went straight for the bottle. "After they were born, he was a changed man. He started coming home early...spending more time with the new family and-"

"You felt left out?"

"Not exactly. Esme always made sure to include me..my father, too. He always made sure I never felt like a pariah. I didn't understand it, though."


"Why their mother stuck around...why she was there, loving them and caring for them, while mine was nowhere to be found."

"Some women aren't meant to be mothers."

"See...that's what I thought all those years. But then I discovered that Elizabeth had remarried and had a couple of kids."

"Oh, Edward..."

"I saw her when I was ten. I kept a picture of her so I'd always remember what she looked like...she was beautiful." Edward smiled, staring at his beloved. "Here." He pulled the worn picture from his wallet and unfolded it. "I brought this with me so you could see her."

Bella gasped when her eyes landed on the woman staring back at her with an infant in her arms. Edward was a carbon copy of his mother. She was beautiful - gorgeous smile, eye color and reddish-brown hair. "Is that you?" She asked, pointing to the baby in Elizabeth's arms.


"It's a shame I can't see your face," Bella pouted.

"Dad has tons of pictures. We can sort through them when we drive back to Port Angeles."

Bella continued to stare at the photo, studying the look on his mother's face. She held Edward away from her body, as if she was afraid to drop him. The smile on her face was beautiful, but forced...Bella could see the sadness behind her smile.

"She looks unhappy, right?" Edward said, flipping the steaks. "In pictures of me taken with my father, his smile was genuine...hers never were."

"So anyway...I was ten when Esme and Marcie took us to Coney Island for the day. We spent the day on the rides and eating too much junk food. I was happy...I was always happy around my little brother and sister."

"What changed?"

"I was waiting in line for the Ferris wheel and, when it came to a stop, a woman and little boy, no older than three, walked off...giggling and having a grand ol' time."

"Was it-"

"Elizabeth? Yeah..." Edward chuckled humorlessly. "She looked so happy...content. She lifted him up so high and squeezed him so tight...so loving." Edward shook his head at the memory and let the pit cover slam shut. "She tickled his sides until he giggled uncontrollably; then a man came up from behind them, carrying a baby wrapped in a blanket. She took the baby in her arms and laughed."

"Oh, baby..."

"She'd moved on...become a loving mother to someone else."

"I'm so sorry."

"Since then, I became angry...bitter, even. I hated the twins, because Esme was always there for them...I hated my own mother for abandoning me...I hated my father. So, begged him to send me away to a school I'd found in Europe. It took a while, but he finally agreed. He saw I was unhappy and he wanted to make me happy...so he let me go."

"And you let that anger stay with you..."

"John, Elizabeth's son, found me a few years ago...I blew him off and told him I wanted nothing to do with them. As far as I was concerned, my mother was dead to me and that's the way I wanted it to stay."

"You know that's not healthy, Edward."

"Bella, she wasn't there for me like a mother should be. Why would she wait until I was a grown man to try and reconnect with me?" When Bella didn't answer he continued. "I'm fine now...I really am."

"No, you're not." Bella snorted. "Honey, why don't you take a lesson from Katherine. Forgive and let live."

"I'm letting her live...she's not letting me."

"But it's not your half-siblings' fault either, baby." Bella pulled him into her arms and kissed under his chin. "You shouldn't put the blame on them."

"It's kind of hard, when they're invading my life," Edward grumbled.

"They just want to know you, baby." Bella sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Imagine if Kat wanted nothing to do with our baby? How would that make you feel?"

"She would never do anything like that...she'd love it."

"Just like you love Alice and Emmett, right?" Bella asked, cocking her brow. "Remember, just because you weren't raised with them, that doesn't make them the enemy. Baby, I'm not justifying what John did...the way he confronted you at work was wrong. He just wants to get to know you."

"Bella..." Edward groaned.

"It's not their fault your mother made horrible choices."

"I think I drank too much," Edward groaned. "What you're saying makes sense...it shouldn't." He winked and wrapped his arms around her waist, swaying them side to side.

"I'm not saying you have to make it right at this very moment...or seek them out. Just remember that if you ever see them...don't be ugly...be that charming man I fell in love with." She pressed herself against him and kissed along his neck.

"I think the steaks are done," Edward stuttered. "I think maybe w-we s-should-"

"Eat?" Bella whispered along his ear. "Good...I'm starving."

They ate dinner inside, making small talk about the baby. Edward abandoned the wine and stuck to water the rest of the night.

"Can I ask you something, Edward?"

"You already did," he winked.

"You said before that you were angry at Esme and Carlisle...is that still the case?"

Edward chewed on his steak for a moment and slowly shook his head. "I was a kid back then..I directed my anger at anyone I came across. Esme tried to be a mother figure to me, and in some ways she has been. I respect her and love her like a mother...and my father," Edward winced and blew a quick breath. "We have a close bond...not as close as you and Katherine...but close. He's tried to make up for lost time ...he still has a lot of guilt I wish he'd let go of."

"I think he will when he sees you're finally at peace with it all."

"I am," Edward said. "I'm almost thirty-seven years old...I'm too old to be having mommy issues."

"Edward," Bella snorted. "You got so pissed off out there," she said as she pointed to the porch. "You clearly have issues that still need to be resolved."

"It's my past...I want to concentrate solely on the future. I have everything I need right here, right now. I can honestly say I'm the happiest I've been since before I can remember."

"Okay," Bella shrugged.

"Okay?" He asked, shocked that she'd drop the subject so quickly. "Just like that?"

"Just like that," she giggled and rolled her eyes. "I don't want to force a reconciliation between you and your mother...if you truly feel as though nothing is missing in your life, then that's great."

"Okay, then," Edward smiled. "And I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" She got up and walked around the table.

"Not letting you in." Bella straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around him. "And uh-"

"Just don't shut me out anymore, okay?" She whispered, kissing his neck.

"N-never again." He gulped, gripping her hips as she ground them against him. He lifted her dress slowly, running his hands up and down her thighs. "Jesus, Bella, it's been so long."

"I know." She moaned, savoring the feel of his mouth on her skin.

"Let's go to bed." He bucked his hips and tried to push Bella off him.

"No." She breathed, leaning back against the table. Her hands slowly ran down his chest and stopped at his belt buckle. "Right here."

She slowly undid his pants and reached inside his boxers to free his cock. Then, she rose and quickly removed her panties before taking her place back on his lap. "Bella, Bella, Bella," he moaned. Bella leaned in and captured his lips with hers. Edward's hands quickly unzipped her dress and let it fall loosely around her shoulders.

His hands glided slowly up her bare back and made quick work of her bra. "Bed," he grunted as he palmed her breast.

"No," she whispered against his mouth. "Right..." she took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto it. "Here." She moaned, sucking on his lower lip.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." He growled.

One of Bella's hands gripped his shoulder while the other held on to the table while she rocked against him as hard as she could. Edward leaned back and watched as she took control, mesmerized by the way her hips moved against him. "Slow down, baby." Edward grunted, pulling her closer to him. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up." He moved her curtain of hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. "Slower." He hissed, guiding her hips with his hands.

"We have three days and nights to go slow." She breathed, running her hands through his hair. "Right now...I want to fuck you." She bucked against him and leaned back against the table for support. "Will you let me?"

"Y-yes." Edward's eyes rolled back as Bella's legs rested on the edge of his seat. His hands gripped her ankles to hold her there as she bounced up and down on his cock. "Goddamn."

He tried keeping his eyes open. He tried his hardest to watch her come apart above him, but the feeling was just too intense. "Fuck, Edward, I'm almost there." Bella pushed herself off the table, thrusting harder against him.

"Come for me, baby." He moved her matted hair away from her face again and nipped on her chin. His arms wrapped around her waist to bring her closer to him. Edward's forehead rested against hers as she stilled above him. "I love you."

Bella slumped against him, breathing hard against his neck. "I love you."

Edward smiled and rose from his seat, keeping her wrapped in his arms. He laid her gently on the kitchen table and let his pants pool around his ankles as he pulled her over the edge . "Now...let me fuck you." Bella bit her lip and nodded, watching him brace himself.

"Ugh." She moaned, arching her back as he filled her again. He ran his hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples in between his fingers. "Edward," she moaned, trying to keep up with his thrusts.

"Fuck, baby." He spread her legs further apart and let his hand trail down over her stomach. "I fucking...ugh!" He grunted, gripping her hips tighter, pounding inside her harder, desperate to find a release.

"Come for me, baby," Bella moaned, turning his own words against him. "Come inside me...I want to feel you."

"Fuck!" He hissed, stilling above her. She licked the sweat from his neck and hummed while he rested his head on her chest. "Let's never go that long again...please." He exhaled, trying to catch his breath.

"Never...that long again." She hummed drowsily. "Now," she giggled as he kissed her neck. "Now we can go to bed."

"Yes," he wheezed. "Bed."

La MoMo, have I told you lately...that I love you? ;) Thank you for beta'ing my baby. :)

I want to give a big THANK YOU! to all my faithful readers and reviewers. I look forward and appreciate all your feedback.

To all my new readers and reviewers...THANK YOU, TOO! I appreciate that fact that you take the time to let me know what you think.

I am still trying to get back to my review replies. If you haven't heard from me yet, you will...unless you've blocked PMing. ;)

OH! Next update might be a little delayed. I need to finish my one-shot for Southern FanFiction Review's Tantalizing Tuesdays. The wait won't be too long, I promise.

*PSST!* I'm also finishing up the long awaited update of...A lie to hold on to. ;) xoxo

See you next time, loves!