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A year and a half later . . .
I stared into the mirror, bags evident under my eyes. My brain was fried after having pulled an all-nighter with Eric. I only hoped I remembered half the stuff we were cramming into our heads.
"Morning, baby girl," Edward said, placing a kiss to my temple. I grunted back to him, and he chuckled. "What time is your test?"
"Ten thirty," I said with a yawn.
He pursed his lips as he looked at me. "You still have a few hours, you should get in a nap. Where's Eric?"
"He's in the middle of the living room floor." I let out a small chuckle. "I think he just fell and didn't get back up."
"I think you should climb into bed for a while. One of you has to be awake to drive you two to school."
I nodded in agreement and headed back into our bedroom. "Will you set my alarm?"
I flipped the covers back and slid in, a groan escaping my lips when my head hit my pillow. My eyes were fluttering closed, but I could still see as Edward programmed my phone.
He placed a kiss on my forehead and wished me good luck before heading out to work. I was out before his footsteps hit the stairs.
I woke to my alarm going off a few hours later, though it felt like minutes. My hands rubbed my eyes, and I yawned as I turned to shut the blaring off. I stumbled to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before heading downstairs to find Eric.
He wasn't on the spot on the floor I'd last seen him passed out on, so I headed out to the pool house. Sure enough, splayed out in the middle of his messy bed, was Eric.
I pulled on his leg and smacked his ass. "Wake up!"
He woke with a start and glared at me. "You were interrupting my dream."
"Yeah? Was it good?" I asked.
His lips drew up into a lazy smile. "Excellent. David Gandy had me over his lap and he was spanking me."
"Sorry, that was my hand."
His forehead crinkled. "Ew, girl cooties."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on, we've gotta get moving."
He groaned, but rolled out of bed while I went back into the house to grab my bag. After a double check to make sure I had my notes, I grabbed my phone to check my email. It was mostly junk, but there was an email from Carlisle.
Do you have class on Friday? I'm in need of some help, and I'm hoping you're available.
I pulled up my calendar and confirmed I was open, shooting him back a quick message.
I'm free. What's up? What time and where?
"Okay, I'm ready," Eric said, popping in.
I turned to look at him and started laughing.
His hair was sticking up everywhere, the buttons on his shirt were off by more than one loop, and one shoe was untied.
"Two words. Hot. Mess."
He tilted his head back and groaned. "I don't fucking care anymore. Fuck finals!"
Reaching out, I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the garage. "Come on, grumpy."
One more final and we were done for the semester. The closing of my third semester of college.
The last year and a half had been a challenge, though not as much of a social challenge as I thought it would be. While there were people that recognized me or my name, after a while, I was just another freshman.
The challenging part was the mixture of my classes and working with Carlisle on the side, as well as being a good wife and friend. Most days I was fall down exhausted, and for the last few days, even worse.
Because I really needed random vomiting added to my days.
"Baby, are you okay?" Edward asked, walking swiftly to my side.
I shook my head from my spot on the floor, hovering face first into the toilet. "Think I had some bad Chinese."
He swiped the hair from my face, pinning it back with his hand. "I remember campus food being hit or miss."
My stomached heaved again, but nothing came out. "Today was a miss."
His other hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. "How did your test go? Were you able to get through it?"
I nodded. "It went pretty good, I think. Eric was freaking out. He's convinced he failed." I sat back, my stomach seeming to have calmed down for the moment.
"Where is he, by the way?"
I let out a small chuckle. "As soon as we got home, he went to his room and crashed." I shook my head, then blew out a breath. "I'm so happy finals are over."
"You're free." He held out his hands to pull me up from the floor.
I moved to the sink, my body moving slowly, and grabbed my tooth brush. "Yes, thank God. Do we get to go on vacation?"
"As long as it doesn't interfere with your work with Carlisle, yes."
It took me a minute to answer, but my mouth felt infinitely better when I was done. "Carlisle is closing the studio down next week, giving everyone two weeks off for the holidays."
His eyebrows rose. "Really? Okay, where do you want to go?"
We walked into the bedroom, and I immediately crawled onto the bed. "Spoil me?"
He climbed in next to me, smiling as he leaned forward and kissed me. "Always."
"Actually, I've always wanted to go on a cruise."
"We cruised around the Caribbean last year."
I rolled my eyes. "I meant a cruise ship. You know, those huge boats with thousands of people crammed on them."
He grimaced at my description. "Us on a boat with thousands of people? We don't even fly commercial if we can avoid it."
I shrugged. "Would it be so bad?"
He pursed his lips. "Possibly." His forehead scrunched as he looked down at me before reaching out and placing his hand on my forehead. "How long have you not been feeling well?"
I shrugged and thought back. It'd been almost a week of feeling off, but only a day or two of vomiting.
"A few days."
"What hurts? I can go get you some medicine."
I looked up at him. "You?"
He chuckled. "Hey, I used to go shopping before you came along."
"I'm not so sure." I let out a groan as I snuggled into my pillow. "I think I just need some sleep."
He stared down at me, a disbelieving look on his face. "Tell me. Are you achy?"
I shook my head. "No, not achy. I was a little crampy a few days ago . . ." I trailed off, frozen.
I sat straight up and grabbed my phone, a strange cross of fear and excitement buzzing through me.
When was the last time? Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
I shook my head as I went through the symptoms: nausea, vomiting, fatigue. They were all things that I associated with not getting enough sleep. I was a bit crampy the other day, and my breasts were tender like they always were right before my period.
But I'd been on the depo shot for two years and hadn't had a period since.
It stared back at me, the last time I'd gotten my shot—April 2nd.
I slowly raised my head to look back up at him. His eyes bored into mine, jaw tight.
"What is it?" he asked, clearly worried about my reaction.
"I missed my shot."
His brow scrunched. "What shot?"
"My birth control."
A noise came from him like he stopped himself from speaking as he processed my words. The concern melted from his face and was replaced with cautious joy.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe?"
He jumped up from the bed and threw a shirt on as he slipped on some shoes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Bright eyes turned toward me. "I'm going to go get a pregnancy test." He took my head in his hands and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. "A baby."
I didn't even get a chance to say anything before he was out the door. Instead, I just lay back, a smile forming on my face as I placed my hand on my abdomen.
"Baby . . ."
One year later . . .
Less than two months before my twenty-first birthday, in the middle of July, Savannah Amelia Cullen was born.
After I found out I was pregnant, I decided to take a hiatus from school. When Carlisle heard the news, he approached me about working with him full time. Ever since my mentorship with him, we continued to collaborate, so it was a fluid progression.
When Savannah arrived in our lives healthy and happy, I took the remainder of the year off, with the exception of one particular project that started in the fall. Edward took off the first month, then slowly eased back in. Which was all made possible thanks to the new vice president, Esme Cullen, who was also due with another Cullen in a few months.
Edward said it was the logical progression. He'd long ago admitted he and Carson needed another voice of authority, and Esme was the most qualified and perfect addition. Amy stepped up as head assistant and Graham continued to work under Esme, which meant that yet again, another assistant was needed.
Lauren's replacement, Audrey, was a valuable addition. It was her brother, Nick, who was hired on after Esme's promotion, and turned out to be a fantastic decision. The two of them worked very well together, despite the occasional sibling rivalry, which was entertaining to watch.
The arrival of a second child in the Whitlock household, a little boy named Ander, allowed Sophie and I to get closer, swapping baby war stories.
My eyes fluttered as I strained not to fall asleep. My head nodded and my eyes snapped open before drifting close again.
"All right, that's it, you're going to bed."
My eyes opened, and I looked up at my husband who was walking toward me, still in his suit.
"She's still eating," I said, feeling the suction of Savannah's tiny mouth and milk being released.
Edward sighed. "Baby, you haven't slept in two days between work and Savi."
"Carlisle and I are almost done. Just a few more days."
"You won't be standing in a few more days at this rate." He leaned down and picked her up from my tired arms, his tongue peeking out to swipe up a droplet of milk off my nipple. I shuddered at the feeling, a heat blossoming even in my tired state.
Edward picked a bottle up from the table, one that I didn't even notice him carrying, and Savannah eagerly latched on. She was so hungry lately, backed up by the rate she was growing. Six months old, and she ate like a champ.
I watched him for a moment, the sweetest vision I'd ever seen before me—my husband holding our daughter.
She was cradled in his arms. Their matching green eyes connecting while she ate. He lightly swayed, a motion he became a pro at real quick, and smiled down at her.
"Did my precious little girl have a good day?" he asked her. "Did you miss Daddy?"
She just looked up at him with her big eyes and reached up to grab onto his finger.
Before I knew it, I was being jostled, not even realizing I'd fallen asleep. My eyes opened to the dark, the light long gone, Edward's arms beneath me, carrying me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and laid me down in our bed, his body joining, pressing against mine.
The next time I woke, it was to the cries through the baby monitor, but the bed jostled and I went back under when the sound stopped a moment later.
Soft kisses and touches to my skin roused me next. I let out a little moan, smiling. "How long have I been asleep?"
He pulled me back, closer into his chest. "About twelve hours."
My brow scrunched. "Who fed Savi?"
"Baby, I'm perfectly able to take care of our little girl."
I chuckled. "Have I told you how hot that is?"
He kissed my neck. "Hey, anything that gets you hot, I'm more than happy to do over and over."
"Just keep being a great dad and husband, and I'll be hot for you all of the time."
His hips flexed, his hard length pressing against my ass. "Are you hot for me now?" His hand slid around my waist, slipping into my panties. "I've been dying to be inside you for days."
I let out a sigh as his finger moved along my slit before sliding in. My head tipped back, my hand moving to his arm, keeping him there.
"I can't wait until this weekend," he whispered into my ear as his other arm worked to pull my panties down my hips. "It's been weeks since I've been able to do all the kinky fuck-hot things I love to do to you."
The hot head of his cock touched my skin, and I let out a moan. He moved down my body, getting the angle right before his fingers left me to guide him in. My eyes rolled back as he filled me, pumping in and out.
Savannah could wake up at any moment. Time was limited, so instead of removing his hand he teased my clit, working me up more and more.
"I need you to come, baby. It's been too long."
He groaned and picked up the pace. I began panting, his fingers and cock driving me crazy. My hand reached back, gripping onto his hair.
"Fuck, yes. Squeeze me."
It was just a quickie, but he was hitting all the right places, and soon I was clenching around him, a choked scream crawling out of me. Edward tensed behind me, his mouth clamping down on my shoulder.
"I love you, Bella," he whispered against my temple as he came down.
I craned my head back and pressed my lips to his. "I love you, too."
Life was as busy and hectic as ever, but we had our balance. Family was our first priority, work second.
When I got on that plane to Las Vegas, I never imagined where it would really take me. The love I would find or the life I would lead.
I was living proof that fairy tales did exist, and that princes were real.
That love at first sight was possible.
Thank you all so much for reading and sticking with me. I hope you enjoyed the story.