What Happens In Vegas

Disclaimer: WHIV=mine. Twilight=not mine.

A/N: This outtake was written for cherie as part of the Fandom Gives Back Auction in July. Thank you so much for purchasing this and for supporting such a great cause! That said, this should be the last time I visit with these two, unless another great cause demands it. So . . . enjoy!

Chapter 5: Revisiting

EPOV

It was Tuesday evening and, once again, I was late coming home. I knew that Bella was going to be aggravated; she had been every night for the last three weeks. I couldn't help it. I was taking a vacation, that Bella didn't know about yet, and a spate of influenza was making a late appearance in the local schools. My office had been a zoo all week.

I flipped open my phone and placed a call to finalize our plans for the long weekend.

"Edward? Hi, honey! How are you?" Mom always greeted me the same way these days.

"I'm good, Mom. Tired. Just calling to confirm for this weekend."

"Are you still not home?" she asked, a lecture in her tone.

"No! Eighteen kids, Mom. I saw eighteen kids with the flu today. My last patient was running late and I had to stay even later to shower so I didn't bring the germs home to Bella or Elizabeth," I defended.

"Just . . . I don't know, Edward. Bella is really upset. Are you sure that this trip is the best idea?" She sounded worried.

"I think this trip is exactly what we need. We need some time to just be together. Can you not get away?" I asked, now very frustrated.

"I will be there Thursday afternoon. My flight should land about two o'clock and I am renting a car to bring me to your house. You will leave early and meet me there so I don't scare Bella when she gets home," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate this."

"When are you going to tell her?" Mom asked for the fifteenth time.

"When she gets home on Thursday. That way, we both have time to pack before our flight leaves at nine Friday morning. Do you think she'll like the surprise?" I questioned hopefully.

"Does she ever like surprises?" she answered dryly. "I love you, sweetheart. Get home."

"I'm here. Night, Mom."

Despite the fact that it was only seven o'clock, the house was dark when I pulled into the driveway. I figured that Bella was playing with Elizabeth in the backyard on the new swing set Emmett and I had installed a couple of weeks ago. The house was quiet and they were not out there, though.

"Bella?" I called, but I was met with silence.

I strolled through the house searching for my girls but I found it empty. There was no note on the cork board where we usually left messages for each other and there was no sign that either of them had been here in awhile.

I pulled a beer from the fridge and went into the living room. There was an Angels game on television and I watched it idly while waiting for Bella to get home. I didn't want to fix something for dinner in case she was out getting something for us so I just sat there in the dark.

Eight o'clock came and went and Bella still wasn't here. I was starting to get worried and I picked up my phone and dialed her familiar number.

"This is Bella. I can't answer my phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll call you back."

"Baby, it's me. I'm getting a little worried about you. Please call me back," I said after the beep and hung up.

My phone just sat in my lap and remained silent. Finally, I heard a car in the driveway and I practically ran to the front door, pulling it open as Bella reached the stoop with Elizabeth in her arms.

"Oh. You're here," she greeted me flatly.

"Where have you been? I have been so worried!" I practically shouted.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, pushing past me to get into the house. "Gee, you smell all fresh and clean." The acid dripped from her tone and I took a step back.

"I took a shower before I left the office. What's your problem?" I asked, now on the defensive although I had known she was upset.

"Excuse me? MY problem?" She looked like she was ready to lay into me when Elizabeth shifted in her arms. She was fast asleep with her pacifier firmly in her mouth. Her fingers gripped Bella's shirt and her hair fell around her face in waves. She was so sweet and I reached out to take her.

"No, let me go put my daughter to bed and I will be back down to finish this conversation." She spun on her heel and I caught a glimpse of her eyes in the light from the front porch. I stood there slack-jawed from her venomous words and the obvious tears that she had shed.

It took almost twenty minutes for Bella to reappear and she was even less composed now than she had been when she walked in.

"Bella, what's going on?" I cried.

"What's going on? Why don't you tell me, Edward? Why don't you tell me why you are working late every night and you come home smelling all fresh and clean? Why when I came to see you at the end of the day yesterday, I watched everyone leave but you and one of your nurses?" Her voice got progressively higher pitched as she shot question after question at me.

I was trying really hard to keep up but she had completely lost me. "Um . . . where do you want me to start, love? The working late, the showering before I come home to my family or the nurse that didn't go home with everyone else?"

Her eyebrows shot into her hairline and she sniffed angrily. "Pick one!"

"There is a bad flu going around and I have seen several cases of strep throat this week. I take every precaution I can when I'm with my patients but they cough and sneeze on everything in the office and I can't wear gloves everywhere. So, I have been showering so I didn't bring the bugs home to you and Elizabeth. I didn't want you to get sick."

Bella swallowed and nodded stiffly, indicating for me to continue.

"Melanie, that's one of our nurses, tried to leave early yesterday, but when she went out to her car, it wouldn't start. She called her husband and he offered to come get her, but he got caught in traffic and didn't get there until six. She filed all the charts while she waited for him, except for the ones I was working on. I had to put those away," I explained. I still wasn't sure where she was going with this but it sounded suspiciously like Bella thought I was cheating on her.

"Does that happen every night?"

"No. I've just been taking all the late appointments, so it takes me longer to get out of the office," I told her.

"You don't want to come home?" Bella asked brokenly. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks now.

"Of course I want to come home," I cried. "I've been covering for the other doctors as a favor since they are going to be covering for me." I reached over and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"But why?" she cried through her tears.

"Shit!" I muttered. "I didn't want to do it this way. I'm going out of town for a couple of days, Bella. We are going out of town," I amended.

"We are?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I booked us a trip to Vegas for the weekend. You were already off on Friday and I thought it would be nice to get away for a bit." I leaned back into the couch cushions, defeated. I was trying to make Bella happy but I never seemed to be able to do that anymore.

She was quiet and I chanced a glance over at her. She was just staring at me.

"I'm sor—" I started to apologize.

"You booked us a trip to Vegas?" she clarified incredulously. "What about Elizabeth?"

"Mom will be here Thursday. She's going to stay here with her for the weekend so it doesn't mess up her schedule."

A hint of a smile played across her face. "Where are we staying?" Her hands were fiddling with the fringe of the blanket we kept on the back of the couch.

"The Venetian."

"Really?" she asked, the vulnerability evident in her tone.

"Yes, really. What did you think was going on?" I paused and then voiced my suspicions. "Did you think I was cheating on you?"

Bella looked down at her hands and nodded. She refused to meet my eyes and I saw tears leak from her eyes.

I scooted over to her and pressed my fingers under her chin, forcing her head up. "Bella, love, there is no one else for me. Only you. I just wanted to surprise you. How could you doubt me?" It wounded me that she would even think that I would stray.

"I didn't. It's just that you haven't been here and we haven't been as . . . close since Elizabeth was born. I don't know," she howled in frustration.

"Well, I plan to make up for all of that this weekend," I told her. "Shall I give you a demonstration of what I intend to do to you when I get you all to myself?" I grinned wickedly at her and she raised her eyebrow in challenge.

In a split second, I moved so that I was hovering over her and she was pressed into the back of the couch. My mouth sought hers out impatiently and I practically molested her mouth with my tongue. She was right. It had been too long since we were intimate like this and I missed her desperately. My hands fumbled with the material of her shirt and I ended up tearing it in my effort to get it off of her body.

Bella giggled and whipped it over head, leaving me with an unobstructed view of her perfect breasts.

"You, you aren't wearing a bra," I stuttered in shock.

"Nope," she responded, popping the p.

I reached out and cradled the soft flesh in my hands, grateful that I could touch them once again. While Bella was nursing, her breasts had been sore and were off-limits to all but the baby. Now, though, I ran my thumbs lightly over her pebbled nipples and listened to my wife's breathing become labored.

"Jesus, that feels good," she sighed, closing her eyes to more fully enjoy the sensations. I leaned forward, letting my tongue roam over and around her areola while my other hand gripped and massaged the other breast as if it had a mind of its own.

Bella's pants became deep moans and she was shifting around, trying to get some friction. I stilled her with my hand on her hip and slipped my fingers inside the leg holes of her shorts. She was wearing a thong, too.

"What are you trying to do to me? Make me explode in my pants?" I asked against her skin.

"I just thought I might make you remember what you had to come home to," she responded softly.

I stopped the ministrations to her chest and looked into her eyes. "I've never forgotten, Bella. You and Elizabeth are my entire world. I love you. Please don't doubt that." As I finished, I thrust my fingers underneath the thin strip of satin and plunged them into her.

She cried out and bucked against my hand. Over and over again, I pushed into her, feeling her muscles contract around my fingers, until finally I felt her juices coat my fingers. I brought her down from her orgasm and yanked the shorts off her legs. My own slacks fell to the floor in a heap and Bella pulled me down on top of her.

"Now, Edward," she panted. "Please!"

And who was I to deny her? Despite the odd angle, I thrust my cock into her and I had to immediately still so that I didn't come before I had a chance to make love to her. The cocoon of warmth I was met with made my toes curl and my whole body was begging me to thrust with wild abandon. I didn't think that Bella would appreciate me going all animalistic on her though, so I settled for kissing her hard on the mouth and slamming into her again—just once.

Bella released a guttural moan and, now unable to stop myself, I twisted her around so that she could hold on to the back of the couch. I growled and smacked her ass as I pounded into her from behind.

Her moans and whimpers spurred me on and, as she screamed my name through her orgasm, I lost control on my own as well and spilled into her. I collapsed on top of her and we slid off the couch, landing in a heap on the floor.

Bella giggled and wiggled underneath me. I rolled off of her and lay splayed out naked in the middle of the floor.

"That was hot!" Bella giggled. "But now I know why we don't just attack each other in random rooms anymore. I'm getting to old for that!" She stretched and groaned as her muscles recoiled.

"I don't think I can move. That was . . ." I searched for the right word and fell short. "Mind-blowing."

"Yeah," Bella whispered. She sounded so lonely, just feet away from me. I forced myself to move and stood, holding out my hand to help Bella up. I pulled her into my arms and held her to me until we both got chilled and went upstairs, hand in hand.

The next two days were a flurry of activity. Bella packed both of our suitcases and made out every conceivable list for Elizabeth that my mother would ever need. I could sense her excitement through her preparations and it pleased me. Life had just been so predictable lately and I was more convinced than ever that this trip was exactly what we needed.

Mom waved to us as we left for the airport early Friday morning and we made to the airport in plenty of time to make our flight. As we sat waiting in the plastic chairs, Bella stared at the board and giggled.

"Do you think we ought to take separate flights? Arrive apart and meet at the airport?"

I laughed at her and shook my head. "Nah, because I would have to be away from you and that's not happening. I'll show you what we did while we were waiting for you all to get there."

"Hah! Drinking in a bar?" she questioned with a smirk.

"Now, why would you think that?" I teased back.

"Because I know you. And you smelled like alcohol in the van on the way to the hotel," she told me matter-of-factly.

I laughed and grabbed her hand, tugging her into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist until they called us for our flight.

I hadn't been back to Vegas in more than four years, not since Bella and I got married here. This time, I was in a much better place in my life and I tugged her behind me as I made my way through the airport. I drag her to the bar we drank in the first time we were here.