A/N: Before you hit me for the delay in updates - it was a long delay, and I'm very sorry, but it was because I've been writing this and chapters for other stories - make note of the word count of this epilogue! ;)
And yes, you heard that right. The epilogue. Call It What You Want is, sadly, over :( (though there almost certainly will be outtakes in the future!)
Flashing lights practically blind me, my grip on Edward tightening. He's used to this, of course, much more used to it than I am. Still, though, a smile remains on my face as I'm absolutely thrilled to be here.
A reporter beckons us over, so we make our way through all the people to speak to her.
"Here, we have Isabella Swan, author of the Twinkling Saga," the reporter announces into a microphone. "So, Isabella, how are you feeling about the whole evening? The premier of the film adaptation of your second book?" she asks, smiling widely.
"I'm overwhelmed, seriously. I never expected this kind of response," I reply, gesturing over to the swarming crowds of fans, all with their home made banners. "Hopefully I'll be a bit more eloquent than I was at the first premier," I add, grinning.
I remember the first premier, in which I stuttered and stumbled in response to each and every question. I was just in so much awe of the response I'd received.
"Well, you're doing fine so far," the reporter smiles comfortingly. "Up to now, there have been four books in your saga, which have ended it. Many fans, however, would love another book. Are you planning on more books?"
"More books; most definitely. In the Twinkling Saga, at the moment, no. The characters have said their story, and I feel like any more books would just drag it out," I tell her, the screaming fans quieting slightly. "I can reveal that I am currently in the process of writing another book, though it is considerably harder when you have three five year olds demanding your attention," I joke, smiling.
I feel Edward wrap his arm around my waist, helping me to relax.
"I can't wait for your next book! You're so talented," the reporter says.
We move on, then, posing for lots of pictures with fans. My arm stays firmly wrapped around my husband, showing all the female fans he's well and truly taken.
Women get jealous too.
As we move further down the red carpet, we stop to speak with more reporters and say a few words to some of the actors in the films. The lead male actor – Riley Biers – also happens to be quite good friends with Edward. Turns out they've worked together on a couple of films.
"How are the Cullen's tonight?" Riley asks, walking up to us at the after party. The film was a huge success – at least, in my opinion, and Edward's.
"Fantastic," Edward beams, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Even in heels we have a noticeable height difference.
"Well done for your acting," I praise him.
"Don't sound so surprised, I was picked for a reason!" he jokes, though the smile on his face tells me he's happy with my compliment.
A waiter walks past so I pick up a glass of champagne, much to Edward's chagrin. He's made no secret of the fact he'd like another child, with not too much of an age difference between the triplets.
"So you're not pregnant, then?" Riley asks, rather loudly.
If the champagne wasn't so good, it'd be in his face right now.
"Nope," I tell him, taking a big gulp of my alcohol to prove it. "And stop gossiping with Edward," I add, glaring at him.
Neither would ever admit to gossiping, but why else would he ask that? Unless…
"You're not calling me fat, are you?" I frown, pointing a finger at him. I smile devilishly when he raises his hands and squirms a little.
"No! Not at all, you look positively radiant tonight!" Riley quickly informs me.
"Hey, she's my wife," Edward glares, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to him. I roll my eyes at him.
"God, now both of you are pissed. Right, well, I'm gonna go get drunk. See you around!" Riley gives us a little wave as he walks off, right over to another waiter.
I nudge Edward's arms to get him to loosen his grip, and then finish off the champagne. It was pretty good champagne, so I seek out another waiter.
"Bella…" Edward begins, a pleading look on his face.
"Not here," I warn firmly.
I can't even count the amount of times Edward's tried to fight his case for another kid. The thing I'm most concerned about is that it'll be triplets again, and then we'd have six children to look after. I'd always said I wanted a large family, but six children under the age of five would be too much to handle. Especially with mine and Edward's busy careers.
"I'm gonna go get a drink," Edward says, walking off towards the bar.
I huff and go mingle with some of the other actors, trying to think how I can appease Edward. I understand that he wants more children, but he can't just sulk because I won't agree with him.
The next day, after the premier, everything goes back to normal again. I drive the children to day-care, since when I woke up Edward had already left for acting. Last night, I hardly spoke to him.
Once the children are at day-care, I head over to the café where I meet with Rose and Alice every Tuesday for brunch. Don't ask me how we started this tradition; we just have always kept up with it.
Rose and Alice are already there when I sit down in my usual seat. Both women turn their attention to me when we sit down, gushing about the amazing premier. I try to take in their compliments, though my mind is focussed on Edward.
"What's new with you two, then?" I ask, grinning at both of them. Hopefully this will be the perfect distraction from all things Edward.
These past five years have been miraculous to Alice. Her and Jasper are currently dating, their sickly sweet relationship going amazingly well.
"I do actually have some news to share," Alice admits timidly. Rose and I both give her our full attention. "Last night, Jasper proposed!" About fucking time, too! After dating for close to 4 years, they're more than ready for marriage.
"That's fucking great!" Rose declares loudly, causing a couple of other people to glare at her for her foul language. She just shrugs.
"Amazing, Alice, I'm so happy for you," I tell her sincerely. She proceeds to proudly show off her large engagement ring to us, showing that Edward's clearly paying his assistant well.
Well, this was a great diversion.
"I can't wait to marry him. I see how happy the two of you are, and it gives me faith in marriage." If only she knew the truth…
Not that Edward and I aren't happy, we are. It's just we haven't been as close recently. Since he wants a baby, he only wants to have sex without a condom. Which, therefore, means no sex.
The roles are completely reversed. Isn't it meant to be the women who are baby obsessed?
"Isabella!" Rose suddenly screeches in my ear.
"Woah! What the f…" I quickly stop myself from shouting out fuck, since I like this café and I have a feeling we'd be kicked out if we kept swearing.
"You zoned out. I had to take drastic measures," Rose shrugs. I glance over at Alice, who's giggling.
"If it was about my brother, I don't want to know," Alice says, grimacing.
I sigh heavily, drinking some of the latte Alice and Rose ordered for me before I got here. It's too bitter.
"It is about him, but it's not what you think," I tell them, reaching across to grab a sugar. I shake the packet then tear it open, pouring it in and stirring it. I focus all my attention on this, knowing Alice and Rose are now going to want to know everything.
"Is something wrong?" Rose asks, now deadly serious.
"Not…wrong," I pause, trying to work out how to word it. "More, a difference of opinions," I sigh again, taking another sip. Much better. "Basically, he wants more children and, right now, I don't." I sit back in the comfy, cushioned chair, and let them mull that over a bit.
For a short while there's silence, and we only speak to order our food. It sounds like a simple problem to solve – just have kids. But right now, what with the books and the films, I just don't have time. With Edward and his many acting projects, I'd be left to raise the child. Add to that the fact we already have three kids, I'm not sure if either of us have time.
"How long has this been going on?" Alice asks quietly.
That makes me think, wondering how long it has been going on. "A few months, maybe?" I offer, still thinking. "When he first mentioned it, it was fairly casual. Nothing major. Then he became more…insistent," I explain, though not very well.
"Why don't you want more kids?" Rose asks. I should've guessed she'd ask that. Her and Emmett both share an equal love of kids, already having two of their own, and trying for another.
"Right now, I just don't have the time. I'm not saying never, just not right now. I'm only 30, there's still plenty of time," I tell her honestly. Thinking back, I've not actually told Edward any of this. "I'm also worried we'll end up with triplets again. I can't handle six kids under 5!" I add.
Rose reluctantly nods in agreement with this.
"Have you and Edward spoken about this?" Alice is next to ask a question.
"Sort of. It usually turns into an argument, though," I admit, once again avoiding looking at them.
"Are you still having sex?" Rose asks bluntly, just as the waitress gives us our food.
I duck my head and blush furiously, silently cursing Rose until the waitress scurries away. I dig into my toasted sandwich, ignoring Rose's question for now.
As if it's not obvious if you just look at my face.
"Well? Are you?" Rose pushes.
"No. We're not. He, um – sorry Alice – he only wants to have sex without a condom. So, no," I say, quickly flashing Alice an apologetic look.
"You need to talk to him," Rose states firmly.
"I've tried! Honestly, but it just makes things worse! Last night, for instances, he'd barely speak to me at the after party, and he left this morning without even leaving a note or something," I blurt out, into the apologetic looks of Alice and Rose.
I don't want looks of apology. That only shows that this is worse than I thought, which isn't a nice feeling.
"Bella-" I quickly cut Alice of, not prepared to hear what she has to say.
"Sorry, I've just remembered, I have an appointment. I have to go." I make a quick exit, both of them realising I'm clearly lying.
Once in my car I drive straight home, the loneliness overwhelming. With the triplets at day-care and Edward working, the house feels way too quiet.
After spending most of the day cleaning and baking, I'm relieved when the time comes for me to pick up Anna, Marie and Jamie. I leave a little too early; arriving at the day-care centre and watching my kids play for a while.
"Mummy!" Anna squeals, alerting her brother and sister to my presence. Soon all three are running to me, wrapping their arms around my legs.
I lean down and kiss each of their cheeks, saying hello to them.
"Guess what mummy's been doing this afternoon," I say to them, grinning.
"Making food?" Marie asks hopefully.
"Uh huh, your favourite, chocolate chip cookies!" I grin, ruffling her hair.
In hindsight, telling them before they were home was a bad idea, as they now don't want to get in the car, instead preferring to run around.
Finally getting them in the car, we drive back home. As I'm driving I think of what it would be like if there were one or two more children. I'm still not sure I'd be able to cope, even though the image does seem appealing.
I only allow them to have one cookie each, since I don't want them to be too hyped up or full for dinner.
At dinner, I wait and I wait, staring at the door, willing for Edward to walk in.
At bedtime for the children, I prolong saying goodnight, hoping for Edward to come home.
And at 10 p.m., while watching TV, I wait for Edward to come home and wrap his arms around me.
Maybe things were as bad as Alice and Rose's looks suggested. It hurts to think this, but as the time passes I'm beginning to lose more and more hope.
Should I just give in? Relent and have children?
How many times do you hear about a couple having a child to mend the cracks in the relationship? Too often.
The door finally opens at 11:30, signalling Edward arriving home. I don't know whether to be pissed at him or to beg him to forgive me.
I turn and see him walking towards the stairs, before seeing the light from the living room and heading towards it. He frowns when seeing me, not smiling and greeting me as usual.
"Why are you still up?" Edward questions, looking at what I'm watching on TV.
"I'm sorry, were you hoping to come home and avoid me?" I question, standing up and walking out of the living room. "Well, you can sleep on the sofa tonight," I add, reaching the door before he speaks again.
"So this is my fault now?" Edward asks quietly, though with anger simmering underneath.
"Every time I try to talk to you, you just turn it into an argument," I point out, slowly turning around.
"I'm sorry, but what wife won't sleep with their husband? Now you don't even want to sleep in the same bed?" Edward questions sounding exasperated.
It's this that makes me really angry.
"You want to have sex? Alright, then," I say, walking towards him and pushing him down to the sofa. It's when I straddle him that he stops me.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Edward glares at me, hands firmly holding my hips to prevent movement.
"I'll have sex with you. Happily. But, with a condom," I tell him, getting up off his lap.
"I'll sleep on the sofa then," Edward sighs, lying down.
I glance one last time at him, willing him to change his mind, before reluctantly heading to bed.
It's not the same without Edward, though.
"You don't think he'd go elsewhere?" I ask Rose, worried. I only called Rose, since I don't think this is something Alice would want to discuss.
"No, of course not. He loves you!" Rose tells me, looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Really? So it's natural for a man to turn down sex, is it?" I mutter, albeit a little sarcastically.
"What?" Rose frowns.
"Last night, after he made the comment about lack of sex, I said I'd have sex with him using protection. He said no," I explain to her, pouring my now cold coffee down the sink and instead pouring a shot of vodka.
I pour one for Rose, too, and we both eagerly down them.
"Talk to him. And I don't mean late at night, speak to him reasonably," Rose advises me.
"Ok, but you don't know how stubborn he is!" I point out, drinking another shot.
"Call him now, ask him to come home early, before the kids, and then talk," Rose says, emphasising the word talk.
After agreeing with her, I grab my mobile and call him. Hopefully he won't be too pissed about me calling during him working.
"Hello, Jasper speaking," Jasper answers.
"Hey, Jasper, is Edward available?" I ask as Rose grabs a glass of water.
"No, sorry. I can pass on a message, though," Jasper says apologetically.
"Ok. Could you, uh, ask him if he could get home early tonight? I need to talk to him," I say, receiving a glare from Rose. What's that about? She said I needed to talk to him!
"Uh, ok, I'll pass that on."
"You idiot! It sounds like you're breaking up with him!" Rose shouts as soon as I hang up the phone.
Edward arrives home at 2, much to my relief. I know that, before we can talk about children, I need to reassure him that I'm not breaking up with him.
I'd never do that.
"You wanted to talk," Edward says, his voice dull and lacking in emotion.
It breaks my heart that I've done this to him.
"About children! I'm not breaking up with you," I quickly tell him, walking over and intending to kiss him.
I don't know why, but I hesitate.
"Sure about that?" Edward frowns, walking past me and straight into the kitchen. "Look, if there's someone else, just tell me."
What? Someone else? Why would there be someone else?
I feel like stomping my foot and demanding his full attention.
When I reach the kitchen he's pouring himself some whisky, looking so tense and stressed.
"You think I'm cheating on you?" I ask, wondering where the hell he got that from.
He just shrugs in response. His lack of emotion is killing me.
"I'd never cheat, I thought you'd know that," I begin firmly. "I love you, Edward, and after everything we've been through I'm never letting you go." This finally gets his attention, causing him to finish his whisky and place down his glass before turning to face me.
"Then what was so urgent?" Edward asks, still seeming unsure.
"Edward, we need to talk about children. I feel like we've not really spoken, only shouted or avoided each other, and it's killing me," I admit to him. "I miss you, Edward," I add, hastily wiping my cheeks. I miss him, the old him, the one that would reach over and wipe away my tears, not wanting to see me upset.
"Ok, then tell me why you don't want more," Edward says, leaning against the counter.
"I'm not saying never, just not right now. What with writing the new book and the film adaptations, I'm not sure I could fit in another child," I tell him, taking a step closer to him.
"You managed to finish and publish a book while pregnant with triplets, and while raising them you've wrote the scripts for two incredibly successful films," Edward reminds me. As if I need reminding of the past five years. "I know I was acting for a lot of that time, but there's something I want to tell you," Edward carries on, seemingly a bit nervous. "If you were to get pregnant… Actually, no, not just because of that. I…I've been thinking about taking a break from acting."
"What?" I ask, shocked and not expecting him to say this. "Why? You love acting?" I add, frowning.
"It's been on my mind for a while now. I just hate how much of our children's lives I've missed from being away. I missed Jamie's first words! I may love acting, but I love my family more. I want to spend time with them, and you," Edward explains to me. "You wouldn't have to do it alone this time. I'd be here more. You'd be the one earning our living," Edward ends, teasing me slightly.
"Are you sure about this?" I confirm, not wanting to push him into anything.
Inside, I'm squealing and imagining throwing myself at Edward.
"So sure," Edward says, smiling for the first time in a while. That's another thing I've missed; his smile. He steps forward, tentatively at first, before enveloping me in his arms. I hold on tightly, having missed the comfort his arms provided.
I step back a bit, before leaning up on my tiptoes and kissing Edward deeply. His arms wrap around my waist and hold me up, his lips hurriedly moving against mine.
"I've missed you so fucking much," Edward groans, breathing heavily as he rest his forehead against my own.
"Same," I mutter, holding him close to me.
He kisses all over my face, making me feel all girly and giggly.
I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel close to him. Whilst his lips shower my face in attention, I think. I try to imagine another child running around the house, his or her older brothers and sisters loving the new addition. I imagine being pregnant again, though hopefully this time with just one baby.
"Let's do it," I suddenly declare. Edward pauses, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Are you referring to sex? Or…" Edward trails off, shifting me slightly in his arms.
"Well, that too," I wink at him. "What I meant was a baby. Let's make a baby," I verify.
Edward's eyes widen as he tries to work out if I'm telling the truth.
"Um…Are you sure? It's just, you've been pretty against it," Edward frowns. He starts to put me down, so I wrap my legs around him tighter.
"I'm sure. Everything you said…it made sense. So what if I don't have time, I can make time," I point out, kissing his neck while he ponders this.
"Fuck, Bella, I can't think when you're all wrapped around me," Edward groans, bucking his hips against me.
I moan into his chest, trying to think back to the last time we had sex. I'd estimate a month, possibly longer.
"I need you, Edward," I moan, moving my hips against him.
"We still need to talk. I don't want you to make any decisions you'll regret," Edward says, sounding as though he hates himself for saying this.
I kind of do, too, but I know he's right. I peck his lips once more, and then detangle myself from him. After seeing the large bulge in his trousers, I almost say fuck it, and pull down his trousers, though I sadly remember that we have to talk.
We make our way to the living room, and sit relatively far apart on the sofa. I'm still considering jumping him.
"If you'd told me before you were planning on taking a break, I'd have come around sooner," I start.
"I wanted to surprise you. And I hadn't completely sorted it out, until today," Edward shrugs, gently lacing his fingers with mine.
"Basically, we never really spoke about this. We only shouted and argued," I point out. Edward nods in agreement.
"Are you sure, though?" Edward confirms once more.
I move along the sofa, closer to Edward, and straddle his legs.
"Yes, I'm sure. Truthfully, the thing I'm most worried about is having triplets again," I tell him. Edward just laughs in response, pulling me closer.
"How long do we have until we have to pick up the triplets?" Edward asks, his intention clear.
"Three quarters of an hour," I reply.
Edward picks me up, making me squeal, and practically runs towards our bedroom. My mouth latches onto his neck as he walks, nibbling and sucking at the skin there. He groans out in pleasure.
"Sweetheart, we're never going this long without sex again. This past fucking month…god. My hand is nowhere near as good as anything about you," Edward rambles, clearly not realising what he's saying.
I can't help but laugh as Edward puts me down on the bed. He frowns, still not realizing.
"What?" he asks.
"Awww, I'm sorry for making you have to pleasure yourself," I coo, pretending to be sincere.
"Oh, you are so going to pay," Edward says, then he pounces on me.
In only a few seconds he has me naked, and soon begins on his own clothes. His cock is hard and ready, making me squirm when he doesn't move towards me.
"So, without a condom?" Edward asks, a gleam in his eyes.
I just nod in assent.
Edward's finger glides through my wetness, making me moan so loudly. I don't want his finger, I want his cock.
"Edward, more. I need more," I beg pathetically, not caring anymore.
"Are you desperate for me?" Edward asks, loving this.
After what feels like an eternity, Edward lines himself up with me, teasing me slightly by running his cock over my clit. I buck my hips against him, wanting more. Always more.
With one quick thrust, Edward fills me up. He starts up a fast rhythm, one that I know will leaving me a panting mess. His hips grind against mine, his grunts only fuelling my desire.
A few minutes later, I wrap my legs around him and flip us over. I love being on top, and I know Edward loves it when I am. I wiggle my hips to get settled, which makes Edward groan. As I start moving up and down, Edward's hands latch onto my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples.
I sink down and swivel my hips, grinding myself against him.
"Touch yourself," Edward gruffly demands.
I can't help but obey.
I reach down and gather wetness from where we're joined – briefly grazing along Edward's cock – and then begin tracing small circles on my clit. I throw my head back and moan, moving faster on Edward.
"I'm close, sweetheart, please tell me you are too. I can't hold off much longer," Edward begs, gazing up at me.
His hand joins mine on my clit, pressing down harder. I clench around him, my orgasm washing through me. I keep moving on him, riding out my orgasm, and feel him pulsing inside me. Hands on my hips keep me moving on him as he comes, completely filling me up.
I collapse on top of him, kissing his collarbone and staying close to him.
"I could just fall asleep like this," I hum happily, resting my head on his chest.
"Exactly like this? With my cock still inside you?" Edward asks, smirking. I wiggle my hips a little.
"Yep," I grin, kissing his jaw.
I feel him twitch inside me.
"As much as I love the sound of that, I need to pick up the children," Edward says, kissing the top of my head.
"I can pick them up," I offer, then yawn widely.
"No, stay here and sleep. I'll get them," Edward assures me. Reluctantly, I get up from Edward, and roll over to the other side of the bed. "Sleep, sweetheart," Edward says, kissing my cheek.
I'm woken up to the sound of the children laughing and shouting, about who knows what. I sit up, remembering that I'm still naked, so I quickly head to the shower.
The rest of the evening is the happiest I've been in a while, playing and laughing with Edward and our children.
"Mummy, can we watch nemo?" Anna asks, pointing at the TV.
"Of course," I grin, picking her up and sitting with her on the sofa as Edward puts in the DVD.
"We gonna see Dory?" Marie asks, clambering onto the sofa. I help her up, and we all sit together watching the film.
It's three months later when I first take a pregnancy test, and find it's positive. It's with Rose and Alice that I take the test, so I know Edward's going to be both thrilled and a little angry.
"I can't believe it! I'm going to be an aunty again!" Alice squeals, hugging me. I hug her back, Rose soon joining in.
Despite not being so sure about the idea at first, I'm thrilled now. I can't wait to be a mother again.
"Call Edward! Now!" Rose demands.
I do as she asks, putting Edward on loudspeaker. It's his last week of filming, so he might be a bit busy.
"Hey, sweetheart, what's up?" Edward asks. Alice and Rose 'awww' at him.
"Hey, I have some news for you," I begin, having a feeling he may be able to guess.
"What is it?" Edward asks. I hear voices in the background.
"I'm pregnant!" I shout down the phone, giddy with joy.
"What? Seriously? Why didn't you wait for me to do the test?" Edward asks. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's pouting.
"Rose and Alice made me," I tell him.
"They're listening in, aren't they?" he guesses correctly.
"Possible," I concede.
After nine long months, baby Anthony is a welcome addition to the family. Welcome in the sense that he was a single baby. No more twins or triplets for us.
"Awww, he looks so much like you, Bella," Esme coos, rocking Anthony gently in her arms. I miss him already.
"Thankfully," Carlisle adds quietly. Edward glares at his father while I laugh quietly, cautious not to wake a sleeping Anthony.
"How have the kids been?" I ask Esme and Carlisle, whom have been looking after Marie, Anna and Jamie.
"Brilliant. Running around like crazy and very loud, but it's nice," Esme replies, handing Anthony to Carlisle.
"Hello little man," Carlisle grins down at him. "You really do look like your mother," he adds. Edward rolls his eyes.
Edward soon ushers his parents out, stating that I need rest. Which is a blatant lie, but they leave anyway.
"If any of our kids inherit Dad's sense of humour…" Edward grumbles, sitting on the bed next to me.
He leans over and kisses my forehead, passing Anthony to me.
Bringing Anthony back to the house for the first time is crazy. Anna, Marie and Jamie just want to say hello to their new brother, so Edward preoccupies them whilst I take Anthony to the nursery.
Edward is officially taking a break from acting, so he's going to be here, always looking after Anthony. It's weird to think I'm the only one who's going to be working, earning a living.
Though, it's not as if we need the money.
Soon, I have another meeting with John, who has remained my agent throughout. I've finished a new book, this one separate from my other series. It's rather nervous to be posting something new, and quite different from my other books.
I'm always nervous when publishing a new book, but this one more than ever.
Four months after the birth of my son, my sixth book is published. Beneath the Surface has officially hit book stores all over the country, and next week will also be sold in Britain. It still amazes me how popular my books are.
"I can't believe you didn't let me pre-read any of you book!" Edward whines, sitting down on the sofa with my book in his hands. "I'm your husband, I should be allowed. What other privileges do I get?" Edward grumbles, reading the blurb.
"What other privileges?" I repeat, shocked. "How about the sex? Or the kids?" I question, finding the whole thing quite funny.
"Sex and kids aren't a privilege," Edward mutters petulantly.
"If sex isn't a privilege, how come I can withhold it?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No, please, sweetheart, I didn't mean it; I was just excited about your book!" Edward quickly says.
He's so quick to apologise because tonight, Rose and Emmett are looking after our kids, along with their own, so we're staying in a hotel while they stay at our house. Mainly because it's bigger than ours.
"Excited, huh?" I murmur, walking over and straddling his lap.
My book is soon forgotten.
Unlike after the triplets, I'm feeling a lot more confident about my body this time around. I still wanted to wait a while, but now I'm more than ready.
As is Edward, it would appear.
"Can't you feel my excitement?" Edward whispers huskily in my ear, pulling my hips right over him. I whimper and grind on top of him, his erection pressing right against my clit.
Edward takes off my top while I keep moving, feeling my panties get wetter and wetter. Whilst he takes off his own top I remove my bra, pressing my bare chest against Edward's.
"You're gonna need to get off my lap so we can finish undressing," Edward reminds me.
"I know, it just feels too good," I moan, sadly leaving Edward's lap.
I stand in front of Edward and get undressed, then I climb up onto the bed. Edward eagerly joins me, shedding his jeans and boxers on the way. Just before he joins me on the bed he puts on a condom, then starts kissing me like crazy.
His fingers trail down my body, ending up on my clit, rubbing small circles and gathering the wetness. His fingers, at first slow, slide easily inside me, though they quickly pick up speed. His thumb presses against my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, the speed and pleasure making me dizzy.
Just as I feel myself about to start coming, Edward removes his fingers from me, licking off the juices. I almost start whining and touching myself, needing that orgasm.
"All fours," Edward commands, watching as I scurry into position. It's his fault I'm so desperate.
As soon as Edward slams inside me I come around him, choking on a moan and gasping from the intensity.
"Holy fuck…" I mumble, my limbs shaking. Edward's arms wrap around my stomach, holding me up and helping to steady me.
After a small pause, Edward begins moving again, my sensitive flesh responding immediately. It almost feels too much, but it's so amazing at the same time. My hands grip strongly at the bed sheets, needing something to steady myself.
Edward's always fast and rough, but whenever there's a break for us he gets rougher and harder. And I love it.
When his finger presses on roughly against clit I scream out in pleasure, coming around him and feeling his thrusts become erratic as he, too, comes.
"I love you, Edward," I say before I collapse on the bed. Edward soon follows.
"I love you so much, Bella, but I do think you've killed me," Edward pants, pulling me closer as we fall asleep together on the bed.
I would have to agree with his statement.
This time, I'm more prepared for the flashing lights. My smile is easy, my grip not as tight on Edward. I can tell he misses this, though.
As we move further down the red carpet, we talk to more reporters. We head over to Ryan Seacrest, who's all smiles.
"If it isn't my favourite celebrity couple…" Ryan begins, beaming at the both of us. "I could go on and on about all of your successes, but, I think we all already know about them," he says, winking at me.
I smirk when I feel Edward's arm snake around my waist a little tighter.
"You could always refresh our memories," Edward jokes, his own grin on his face.
"There is something I want to ask you, before we move on to your dazzling wife," Ryan says. "When are you going to begin acting again?" he asks, making Edward laugh.
"Soon. Though, I do have a family to raise," Edward points out.
I suspect he'll be back to acting sooner than he thinks. Since Anthony's now 2 and the triplets are 7, I can handle them pretty well on my own. Edward's had a long enough break from acting.
"Now, Bella, I imagine you're feeling pretty amazing right now, what with your third book being turned into a film, but are you planning any more books?" Ryan asks, turning his attention to me.
Beneath the Surface was my last book published, but I haven't really written anything since then. Honestly, it's because I haven't had any new ideas or time. "At the moment, no. If an idea comes along, then definitely, but I'm focussing on the films for the moment," I answer, smiling widely at him.
"I'd wish you luck on your film, though I hardly think that's necessary," Ryan teases. "In all seriousness, at least, for a moment or two, you write the scripts, correct?" Ryan asks me.
"Yeah, I feel like that way it keeps it as true to the books as possible," I reply, nodding.
"Well, I'm sure you'd have a pretty successful career script writing. Have you ever thought about that?" Ryan asks.
"Actually, no!" I answer, laughing. "I think the main reason I'm good at script writing for these films is because I wrote the books, I created the characters, so it's easy to think how they'd think. If that makes sense."
"It does! I've had a wonderful time speaking to you," Ryan says, earning himself a glare from Edward. "But I'm going to let you go before Edward kills me!"
This makes me laugh while Edward keeps a sullen expression on his face, so I eventually drag him away. As we continue to make our way down the red carpet, a permanent grin is etched onto my face.
I turn to Edward when we stop walking, looking up at his dazzling face. I'm not sure I'll ever get over how amazingly handsome he is, something I'm happy with.
"Edward?" I say to get his attention. It works, as he turns slightly and looks down at me, right into my eyes. I hear even more cameras go off. "I think you should start acting again," I tell him.
He leans closer to me, making the fans scream even louder. "Getting bored of me being at home?"
That is so not true. I love that he's always there when I get home, but I know that he misses acting terribly.
"No, I just know how much you miss it." Just because he'll start acting again, he doesn't have to work as much as before. He can ease into it.
Instead of replying, Edward leans down and captures my lips with his. I vaguely hear the sound of the crowd and camera clicks increasing, but my mind is on Edward. We've never kissed on the red carpet before, and I have a feeling we'll now be the centre of attention.
As he pulls back, a grin full of mischief on his face, I realise I don't care.
"I love you, sweetheart," Edward murmurs quietly, just for me.
"I love you, too," I reply easily. "Now let's get inside before we get hounded to kiss again," I chuckle, shaking my head and pulling him down the red carpet.
I can still hear the fans screaming, even once we're inside.
Edward just stands there, a proud smile on his face.
"Thanks for officially stealing our thunder!" Riley exclaims as he walks inside, pretending to be angry.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," Edward shrugs, draping his arm around me.
I once again shake my head, but still snuggle into his embrace.
"Don't make me write another book just to kill you off!"
A/N: Thoughts on the last chapter and the new addition to the Cullen clan? :D
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