11-15

Edward POV.
Today's my last session with Bella. We both think it's gone too far with us now being together, and I can't really put a distance between us anymore.
I wouldn't say she needs therapy anymore, but I did set up with one of my colleagues in Port Angeles, so she can get an evaluation, and maybe a few sessions to just talk things out, maybe.
At 1 o' clock, my receptionist buzzed Bella in, and I prepared myself for one last session with her.
I pulled out her file with my notes from my cabinet, and I took out a new note pad.
"Dr. Cullen," Bella purred, effectively making my cock twitch.
As always.
"Bella," I chuckled. "Have a seat."
She took off her coat and-
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
"Something wrong, Dr. Cullen?" Bella asked innocently.
She's a cocktease, that one, I thought as I adjusted my hardening cock,and she should be punished good and proper.
Yes.
"No," I said huskily, taking in the sight of her outfit.
The catholic school girl outfit has arrived, I see. A short, short, really fucking short skirt – in green, blue plaid – that barely cover her tight ass. A tight, tight, really fucking tight button shirt in white – no bra, and cleavage showing – oh, and white innocent looking knee socks. Did I mention the pigtails?
My Bella's far from innocent.
She wants to play? Fine, I'll play.
Session? What session?
"The principal sent me in here because I was misbehaving," she said innocently, biting down on the tip of her index finger.
Oh, she really wants to play.
"Sit down, Isabella," I said as sternly as possible, but it was still impossible to keep the lust out of my voice.
Bella obeyed and sat down like she usually does – leaning back and closing her eyes – but this time, she didn't have jeans to cover her. This time she had a short barely-there skirt, and my fucking God, she doesn't have any panties.
Fuck, I can see her.
All of her.
Bare, sweet, tight… pussy.
And I had to cover my groan with a cough as I saw the glistening of her flesh.
Bella's so wet.
I have to have her.
I cleared my throat. "And why did the principal send you to my office?"
I knew very well what Bella's view on dominance was, and I also knew how much she loved to see me in my glasses. I may have started wearing them more often around the house.
"Well, it was during mass… I wasn't interested in what the priest had to say, so I snuck off," Bella explained sweetly.
Mass? Ah, right, she's a catholic school girl.
Amen.
"Where did you sneak off to?" I asked, unable to stop myself from stroking myself outside the pants.
"To the bathroom. And I got caught."
"Caught doing what? Going to the bathroom is not illegal."
Her chest started rising and falling rapidly, her nipples taut, and fuck, she's so wet. So wet.
"Touching myself," she breathed.
FUCK!
I grabbed my cock harder as it twitched. "Where did you touch yourself?" I demanded to know, my voice strained.
"That's a dirty word, Dr. Cullen. I can't say that here," she whispered.
Oh, God, she's made for me…
"Then show me, Isabella. Show me where you touched yourself."
I heard her moan quietly, and I swear my cock almost burst through my pants.
Slowly her hand made its way to her breasts, and I groaned. I couldn't help it.
"Show me how you touched your tits," I said.
Immediately her hand disappeared under the fabric, and she cupped her breast, kneading it, and she moaned.
"Is that all you touched? Or were you even naughtier?" I asked in a condescending tone.
Her breathing sped up, and I couldn't wait any longer. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. There was no choice. I just had to do it. Bella heard the sound, of course, and I smirked as she moaned loudly.
"I was naughtier, Dr. Cullen," she breathed.
Stroking my cock gently, I continued the game. "Show me where else you touched yourself."
Her hand continued kneading her breast as the other hand traveled down her stomach, and I watched intently as she made contact with her exposed pussy. We both moaned as her middle finger came in contact with her clit, and I really needed to get to the punishment. Now.
"You've been a bad girl, Isabella. Really fucking naughty," I groaned.
"I know," she whimpered, continuing to touch herself. "The principal told me that you would diagnose my problem," she moaned. "He said I was bad, because I confessed I loved the feeling of touching myself."
Bella Swan will be the death of me.
"He's right," I grunted, stroking my cock harder now. "And you need to be put in your place for misbehaving."
"Anything, Dr. Cullen. I'll do anything for forgiveness," she whimpered.
Yes, I know you will, angel…
"Stand up and come over here," I ordered and walked to the other side of the desk.
Bella obeyed and I grabbed her roughly, placing her hands on the edge of the desk.
"Bend over," I said.
Her breathing hitched, and I could already smell her arousal. Heaven.
"Spread," I added.
For being naughty, she obeyed very well, and as she stood bent over – her back arched – I began to plan my punishment for her.
Standing behind her, I teased her wet folds with the head of my cock, and it was teasing. Not enough for either of us. Bella wasn't the only one who loved it rough. The way I fucked her sometimes should probably be outlawed, but it was perfect for the two of us.
"I wonder how I should punish you," I murmured, coating my cock in her juices. "You're supposed to behave like a good Christian girl, Bella… Not a slut."
"Oh, fuck!" she moaned.
My hand struck her hard, twice against her soft ass cheeks. "Watch your mouth, Isabella, or I'll put it to better use."
"Ah, shi-" she caught herself mid-gasp, and bit down on her lip, settling for a needy whimper instead.
I had to chuckle when she desperately tried to get closer to me by perching her ass up higher.
"Such a desperate little slut you are, Bella," I muttered, entering her tight heat with just the tip of me. "Maybe I should fuck the sins out of you."
"Please!" she begged.
Without warning, I grabbed her hips tightly and slammed into her.
It took all my restraint not to scream out in pleasure, but it was so fucking hard. I seriously wished we weren't in my office right now, because she's incredibly tight around me. I felt her everywhere – her slick walls squeezing me fiercely.
Knowing that my sexy girl can be somewhat of a screamer, I roughly grabbed her to me and covered my hand over her mouth.
"Not a word, little slut. We wouldn't wanna be interrupted," I whispered darkly.
Her response beside the desperate moan was to clamp down on my cock. This was her way of showing frustration and annoyance. Yes, Bella wanted to be fucked hard today. Hard it will be, but she will not go against my orders, she will not show disobedience, and she will not give me her temper.
Letting her face go, I gave her one final warning, "If I hear anything but breathing coming out of your dirty mouth, I'll stop fucking you. Understood?"
A gush of warmth seeped out from her pussy, and I smirked at the affect my words had on her.
She nodded, and I moved my hand back to her hip.
"Good girl," I murmured as I pulled out of her.
Then I slammed into her again, only to pull out and slam in again. Over and over. Harder and harder. Angling myself better, I bent my knees slightly, pounding in again to reach deeper, hitting her sweet spot. More. Faster.
So tight…
Relentlessly abusing her tight heat, we both panted and gritted our teeth to keep quiet, and I was rewarded with breathy whimpers and gush after gush of her sweet juices.
When I felt her get too close to release, I abruptly pulled out from her, and without letting her know a thing in advance, I spun her around to face me.
"Get on your knees," I told her.
She gulped before she nodded eagerly, and complied.
"Open up," I said, holding my cock right in front of her hot little mouth.
Once again, she obeyed immediately, and I eased my cock into her mouth, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, okay? And I want you to suck me hard."
I locked eyes with her as I pulled out, needing to see if there were signs of discomfort, but all there was, was reassurance and love. Oh, and lust. A fuckload of lust.
My dirty girl.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I gripped her, and thrust into her hot and wet mouth, and I was overcome with the animalistic, almost sick pleasure that made my head fell back.
And then I just focused on feeling her.
Thrusting in and out – and she took me far – down her throat, swallowing around me, sucking hard just as I told her, and it was goddamn amazing.
Bella whimpered and hummed around me, tugging on my balls, swirling her delectable tongue to savor what I gave her.
"You like this, slut? You like being dirty, don't you?" I grunted.
I felt her nod, and I chuckled down at her, "Just a little bit more, and then I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw."
Her eyes bugged out and instantly she lowered one hand to her pussy.
It was a divine sight.
Unfortunately, seeing her tough herself just made me go insane, and as my orgasm started approaching, I pulled out of her.
Grabbing her, I had her bent over my desk again in no time, and I towered over her body to whisper in her ear, "I think you're beyond redemption, Isabella. I think you enjoy your punishment a little too much." And with that said, I struck her ass once, twice, three times.
And Bella moaned.
My dirty fucking angel.
"Ready for my cock, baby girl?" I taunted as I positioned my glistening cock at her entrance again.
"Please!" she practically sobbed. "Please, Dr. Cullen, give me your cock!"
Anything for you, I thought as I rammed into her. No time to waste. Her slick heat enveloped me completely, and I fucked her into oblivion. Once again, harder and harder with each thrust. Deep. So fucking deep. Rubbing her clit, pinching it, stroking it, I brought us both closer and closer. Skin hard against skin, moaning, grunting, and panting.
More.
More.
Always more.
Never will I get enough of her.
She's mine.
All mine.
Only mine.
She will never deny me.
I've marked her.
Fuck!
Bella constricted around me as she almost choked out her orgasm, and I fucked her as hard as I could before I followed, spilling my cum into her.
Mine.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me…
"Are you okay, angel?" I breathed heavily as I pulled out from her.
After quickly buttoning me pants again, I bent down and kissed the red marks from my tight grip on her.
"Yes," she panted. "So incredible, baby. Fucking amazing."
Yes, you are, love. I however have gone insane…
When the hell did I get so possessive? I don't even have a reason to be possessive.
I was an animal, I thought as I caressed the red skin on her hips.
After cleaning her up, I carried her over to the futon and placed her in my lap.
I was worried. Partly for how rough I had been on her, and partly for my thoughts. They had been so powerful and consuming. The words had controlled me fully. And the sick thing is that I took pleasure of them. I liked the thoughts.
Bella hooked a finger under my chin, making me face her, and this was her. This was my Bella. Always knowing everything about me.
She smiled softly. In assurance. I'm fine, Edward.
I frowned, knitting my brows together. Are you sure?
She smiled again, gave me a nod. Eyes full of love. So sure. I promise. I love you.
I started to speak. But-
Her cocked eyebrow shut me up. Edward.
I sighed. Fine.
"I love you." She smiled.
"I love you, too," I whispered.
We were quiet for a while, and I just did what we both knew I needed.
I held her.
Kissed her.
Caressed her.
I knew we both loved our sex the way it had just been, but this time was different for me. It was about claiming her more possessively than I had ever done before, and I don't know why I felt the need. I don't know why I loved it.
Could it be because Alice and Tanya are coming tomorrow?
Bella had talked to both me and Jazz about it since we had changed. When she agreed on doing that movie, she was still single. And she wanted to know if we wanted her to bail out. She said it didn't matter to her, and I know my Bella. I know she spoke the truth.
Jazz was his old self and demanded that she went through with it as long as he could watch.
I on the other hand… I'm not sure. I mean, I know there are no feelings behind it, and I'm honestly intrigued to see it. I may not find many women attractive, but I sure as hell find Bella attractive. To me, she's sex incarnate. Always beautiful and naturally sensual.
No, I really don't see any problem with them being together. Honestly.
I may not be eager for it, but I'm definitely interested.
So, no, I don't think that's why I'm all of the sudden turning into a class-A caveman.
"You're everything to me, Edward," she murmured softly.
And just like that, I was calmer. She just… knows.
She's… everything.
Jesus Christ.
"I love you, angel," I sighed, burying my face in her hair.
"I love you, too. Now… What do you wanna do tonight?" she asked then, a lighter tone.
"I don't know… Anything on your mind?"
Hitching a leg over the other side, she straddled me, and gave me a playful smile. "Well, I spoke to Jasper earlier, and he will be home around four, tomorrow morning… Something about a meeting being rescheduled."
"Alright," I nodded.
Jazz had left for a deal in Tacoma yesterday, and was supposed to be home tonight. It wasn't unusual for his trips to get extended. His business was really popular, and right now he was hoping to bring home some big online campaign that he would design for a company in Tacoma.
We were excited for him, because the campaign will be really big, and his work will be seen on major web sights like CBS, MSNBC, MySpace, VH1, and eBay.
"What does this have to do with tonight?" I asked.
"Well…" she purred, pressing her body against mine, "I was… inspired… by something last week," she whispered before kissing my neck.
It was suddenly very hard to focus.
"Uh-huh," I managed to get out.
"Something you and Jasper did," she continued, grinding her pussy against my hardening cock.
"And what was that, baby?" I groaned, closing my eyes.
Last week, last week. What happened last week?
"When I watched you," she whispered.
Oh, fuck.
That I remember.
Vividly.
It was a good fucking day.
Pun intended.
And now I'm hard.
"Reminiscing, Edward?" she breathed.
I swallowed hard. "Fuck, yes."
"As I said, something you and Jasper did… inspired me," she continued.
"And what was that?" I moaned as her hand found my cock.
She licked and nibbled her way up to my ear, and then she breathed out, "I want you to fuck my ass, Edward."
Everything but my dick froze. That little fucker was twitching and very much alive. Well, not little. I'm not arrogant, but I'm very equipped.
And then my mind started reeling. She wants us to have anal sex? She wants me to fuck her in the ass? Oh, God, I'll be her first there, too. I've thought about… of course, and… I've felt her… Fuck…Another way to claim her.
So tight.
God, I remember how tight she was…
No.
It will hurt her.
"Bella… no," I murmured. "I can't hurt you that way."
"Hurt me? You could never hurt me, Edward," she replied, sitting back so we could see each other fully.
"You're already so fucking tight, angel," I explained. "And that's your pussy. I can't even-"
"Edward."
"Yes?"
"Shut up and let me explain."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You may be the first one to take me there, but you do remember me telling you about what I did when Jacob said no, right?"
Toys. So many toys.
"Yes."
"Good. Now, you are of course bigger than what I used before, but that will just be hot, baby." Then she gave me the damn pout. I can't say no to her then.
"But," you're tiny, "It will," hurt, "I," love you too much, "I can't be," responsible for hurting you, "I really fucking," want to, "But… fuck."
Nice. Very nice, Cullen.
"Are you done?" she asked dryly with a raised eyebrow.
Yeah, I'm really fucking done…
I sighed in defeat, giving her a nod.
"Do I want you to have anal sex with me?" she asked.
I looked her in the eye. Really looked at her. Reading. Searching.
Damn, she really wants it.
I nodded hesitantly.
"Do you want it?" she asked then, softer.
"Yes." I really, really do…
Her smirk said, Yeah, I know you do, baby.
Then she shrugged. "But if you don't want to, I can always speak to Jasper."
Mine.
My cock twitched in agreement.
Yes, mine.
Grabbing her, I pulled her to me, and grazed my teeth against her neck.
"Mine, Bella. You hear that? I will be the one. Understood?" I growled.
I really am a sick fuck…

Bella POV.
He was adorably nervous to hurt me. But that was nothing new. It was just Edward. He doesn't know that he could never hurt me. Never. And that night when we were both lying in our bed, he proved it by focusing solely on me and my body. Kissing, licking, murmuring, caressing.
He was also prepared, and he wouldn't have done that if he didn't care. He wouldn't have prepared a bath for me for the aftercare, he wouldn't have cared to make me feel relaxed and blissful before we started, he wouldn't have set up with different lubricants and oils, and he wouldn't have asked and asked and asked and asked if I really wanted this.
But I did. I do.
"Are you ready, angel?" he whispered in my ear.
I was still in post coital bliss as I nodded and hummed.
"Close your eyes, and just feel me, beautiful."
He was lying behind me, spooning me, and he had just used his magic tongue on me. Of course I was ready. With him I wanted everything.
Turning on the egg vibrator he had pushed up against my g-spot, he kissed my neck sensually as his hand started caressing my ass.
That was another thing he had done for me – the vibrator. I wouldn't have thought about it, but Edward did. By having the vibrator inside me, there would be pleasure from the beginning that might make it easier to override the sting of Edward entering me.
Always loving.
I think I heard Edward opening the bottle of lubricant, but I was enjoying the vibrations deep in my core too much to care.
"So beautiful," he whispered quietly.
Then I felt his middle finger, slowly and gently tease my back entrance, and he did it so reverently that I didn't even tense. I just kept focusing on his kissing, his soft touch, and the vibrations.
Although, what he did now was really fucking pleasurable, and even when he added pressure, entering me slightly… damn, his fingers are also magic.
The rhythm was slow and building, his middle finger moving in and out slowly, his kisses hot and wet against my shoulder and neck, and his hips moving against me in the same pace as his fingers. Erotic.
Slowly adding his index finger, there was still only pleasure since I had used larger toys there before, but if he wanted to enter me before I came, he better get to it.
"More, Edward," I breathed shallowly. "Please."
I felt his silent chuckled against my shoulder. "Anxious to have my cock in you, baby?"
"Yes," I moaned.
His words…
A third finger was added, and I tensed slightly before Edward's kisses relaxed me. It was still so erotic, still heavy, still hot, still pleasurable… still not enough.
"So tight," he breathed.
He worked me slowly but relentlessly. Whenever I was close, he turned off the vibrator, using the remote, and then he started over. In and out, in and out, a little bit faster, in and out, slightly harder, turning on the vibrator again on full capacity, in and out, deeper, harder, hot kisses, shallow breaths, in and out… he was driving me mad.
"Please, Edward!" I cried out.
"Are you desperate, baby? Are you really aching for me yet? Are you so frustrated I haven't given you my cock yet that you're losing your mind?" he cooed close to my ear.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Good."
His fingers disappeared then.
But the vibrator was turned on – full force.
And then I felt him.
The tip. Slowly rubbing against me, adding more pressure, more, more, but still wonderful. Still distracting me with those wet kisses. Still so goddamn loving.
Whenever I was on the brink of an orgasm, he added pressure, effectively bringing me back by the harsh sting.
"Are you… okay?"
His voice was strained. Seriously, really fucking strained, and I knew how hard it was for him to not follow his instincts.
Was I okay?
Absolutely.
It stung badly, but like I said, I've used toys before.
"I'm fine, Edward," I said softly. "I love you."
Reassured by my words, he pushed in more, more, more, waiting, ah, that stings, fuck, waiting, caressing my skin, soft kisses… I relaxed.
More.
More.
I choked on a breath as he was fully sheathed in me.
"I'm sorry, love… just relax… it'll get easier… I love you so much…"
His shallow whispers wafted over my neck and it made me shiver. It still stung badly to be so stretched, but I was also becoming emotional for the immense love he showered me with. This was something I wanted, and still he apologized. Only Edward.
After a while, I was able to focus on the vibrations again, his gentle touch, and it made me automatically rub my thighs together.
"Fuck, baby," he breathed out sharply. "Don't… don't do that."
"I'm okay, Edward," I whispered. "It's okay to move."
"A-are you sure?"
I responded by arching, making him hiss, and then finally and so slowly, he began to move. It took a while, and more lubricant was added, but once the pain was gone – only a dull ache left – I was able to relax fully, and move with him. Again it became emotional, and a few silent tears escaped me. It was the intimacy, the closeness, the love, us moving silently in synch, his breathy kisses, his hand caressing my stomach and breasts, his grunts, and my small gasps…
It was just so much.
I knew it took a lot for him to take things slow, but once we locked eyes, I saw that it wasn't just me who was emotional. In his eyes I saw that he was thankful for me, that he adored me for choosing him to share this with, and though Edward is not one to cry, he wore his feelings on the outside.
You're my everything.
I love you.
It was all there. And I told him in our silent way that I felt the same.
He dipped down to capture my lips with his', and we were both gone. Everything ignited and he began to move faster and deeper, making me moan out in pleasure.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," he gritted out. "I'm… I'm not gonna be able to last."
He seemed so apologetic that my heart clenched. Did he really expect me to come from my first experience with anal sex? I mean, it was very pleasurable right now, but I wasn't close. That would come later when the dull ache was no more.
This was something I didn't just want for myself. This was about Edward, too – him claiming me.
I loved that feeling. I loved how raw he was at the office today. I wanted it again.
"Edward, cum in me," I whispered. "Mark me."
His eyes shot open and they flared. Dark, so dark. Intense. This… this was my Edward.
Crashing his mouth on mine, and roughly gripping my hip, he started moving hard and fast, and I simply watched him. It was powerful and raw. It was perfect.
"Tell me you're mine, Bella. Fucking tell me," he growled into the kiss.
"I'm yours," I gasped. "I'll never deny you."
His head fell back, and he shouted out an impressive line of profanities along with my name as he came hard inside me, and never had I seen anything more beautiful.
I never will.
This. Fuck, it's Edward.
All Edward. Forever.
"Fuck, Bella," he panted breathlessly after he came down. "Just… fuck."
I reached for the remote and turned the vibrator off.
There was only one thing on my mind now, and that was to get in that bathtub with my Edward.
And Edward didn't disappoint.
He spent the rest of the night taking care of me. Loving me. Thanking me.
And… I'm in trouble.
I can feel it.
Something. Something isn't right. It feels right, my heart and body says so. But my mind is trying to tell me something.

*o*o*o*

"What time is it?" Jasper asked for the umpteenth time.
I checked my watch… again, and rolled my eyes. "Add ten minutes to what I told you the last time, baby."
He pouted and nuzzled his nose against my cheek.
"Don't be all moody now, sugar," he chuckled quietly. "And speaking of sugar; I think you owe me some."
I giggled and faced him, pecking him softly as I cuddled closer.
We both hummed.
Comfort. Light. Easy.
Alice and Tanya were to arrive around noon, and Jasper was acting like a petulant kid in his… eager. It wouldn't surprise me if once they got here, he would start asking about our plans for filming. He was really eager.
"Have you seen Edward?" I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder.
I hadn't seen him all morning, and he was usually up so early on Saturdays. But he was still asleep when I woke up at eight with Jasper, and then when I checked on him around ten, he wasn't there.
But the house is big.
It's just that it doesn't seem like him to not say good morning before he either works out in the basement, or holes himself up in his study.
"He's thinking," Jasper murmured and I looked up at him, his eyes never leaving the TV.
"Thinking? Care to elaborate?" I asked, sitting up straighter.
"Edward is a caretaker, and if he senses any kind of problem, he closes himself in to figure shit out. I wouldn't worry about it," he shrugged.
I wouldn't worry about? How-? Of course I worry!
"Jaspe-"
The sound of the doorbell cut me off.
Jasper was already back to grinning like that kid on Christmas, and after a deep breath, I was on the same page.
My friends were here.
Rushing to the door, I grinned like a buffoon as I ripped the door open.
Cue the sound of three squealing chicks.
"Bellaaaaa!" they squealed. Loudly.
"Tanya! Aliiiice!" I squealed right back.
And it was like everything had to happen at once. All while squealing, bouncing and hugging, I also had to check them out for changes – and they were still smoking hot, of course. Tanya in her blond full hair with side bangs, sparkling blue eyes, bombshell body, and… just perfect in her 5'9" tall glory.
Alice on the other hand, who shared my 5'3" shorty-ness, had changed a bit. Now she had jet black hair in a spiky bob that made her look fierce. And then of course her light green eyes, alabaster skin, and pixie-like features.
My gaze locked with two huge diamonds then, and once they understood why I was back to squealing, they joined in.
"They're so gorgeous!" I gushed. "Damn, I want one," I half-joked.
I never had a diamond on mine…
They were both the same – white gold and a huge solitaire diamond.
"Well, maybe one of your boys can give you one." Alice grinned with her eyes locked on something behind me. "You hit the jackpot with those ones, Baby B."
I spun around to see Edward leaning in the doorway, and Jasper with his huge grin, hands in his pockets like he was restraining himself from pouncing.
Edward smiled warmly but there was a crease in his forehead that told me something was wrong. And I made a mental note to push for answers later.
"I know," I murmured, my eyes still on Edward. "I'm one lucky bitch."
He winked at me, and I relaxed slightly.
"Okay." I grinned. "Alice, Tan, this is Edward and Jasper. Edward, Jasper; Tanya and Alice."
I kept my eyes on Edward as they greeted each other, and I couldn't understand the odd look he had. But I knew I didn't like it.
"Well, B," Tanya sighed. "They are handsome… despite having dicks."
I had to laugh at that, because it was so Tanya.
She wasn't bisexual like Alice, and she had never been with a man, nor did she plan on it.
"So huge," Alice added as she looked them both over like they were statues in a museum.
She was right, though. To me and Alice, they were certainly tree tall. Jasper with his 6'2", and Edward with his broad shoulders and 6'3" frame.
"How about we go into the den, get to know each other?" Jasper suggested.
There were nods of agreement, and the girls followed Jasper, but I grabbed Edward's hand to pull him back.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly, looking up at him.
"Nothing," he said with a forced smile.
"Liar," I replied, cocking an eyebrow at him.
His expression changed into one that didn't try to hide that something was wrong, but his eyes pleaded with me.
Not now. Please.
I sighed, "Fine."

*o*o*o*

The next two days passed quickly, and everyone got along perfectly. Well, except Edward. He was… withdrawn. He was still there, and he even seemed to like Alice a bit, but he kept quiet mostly, only fully relaxing with me.
It worried me.
I tried not to worry, but it was hard. Whenever I caught him giving me an odd look that I couldn't understand, my heart would break, because I hated seeing him down. When he was down, I was down.
Jasper tried to calm me down, but it didn't work. And then he said some cryptic shit about 'things are changing… but for the better.'
I didn't understand that but he wouldn't explain.
Instead I tried damn hard to focus on the good. For instance, Tanya loved my shortie about Jasper and Edward, and now I had a new 3-book deal.
I also found out that they were moving to Los Angeles in a few months, and that was at least better than New York. Now that they were back in my life, I wouldn't have to go across the entire country to visit.
It also made me happy to see that Alice and Jasper were getting along. They really hit it off since they both work in advertising, and Jasper didn't waste second to show her his office where he could show off all his cool software… and shit. Because I don't really care about computer software.
Anyway.
Lastly, we've set a date for our little movie, and it will be the day after tomorrow… in the den.

*o*o*o*

Something was seriously wrong.
Yesterday, the girls and I spent hours shopping together before our spa appointment, and then when we got home, it was obvious to see that Jasper and Edward had been fighting.
Did they talk to me about it?
No.
Was I nervous?
No, I was terrified. Big difference.
So, to escape the tension, I took Tanya and Alice to a bar in Port Angeles. But the weird part was that Alice wasn't enjoying herself. Tanya and I both asked her about it, but she blamed it on a stomach bug.
We didn't believe her.
When we came home, I found Jasper in one guestroom, and Edward in another.
I slept in our room alone, scared shitless.
But I'm not going to focus on that, because everything has been set up in the den, and we're wearing matching underwear that just look fucking gorgeous. Midnight blue lace. Very see through.
Oh, and heels. High, high, heels.
"Damn, girl." Tanya winked as I joined them in the den. "This will be a fucking pleasure."
I hope so, I thought as I scanned the room.
Edward stood in the doorway with a deep frown, but I knew it was useless to approach. He just kept quiet. And then there was Jasper. He was happy. So fucking happy.
Sitting on the couch right in front of where I would be with the girls, he appeared to be very heterosexual at the moment, just staring at Alice and myself.
Mostly Alice, though…
I that why Edward is off? Is he jealous?
Alice interrupted my thoughts by putting on the music for the night. It was the kind of music I often used when I wrote – heavy, sexy, dark, gothic, and pulsing.
Rev 22:20 by Puscifier. Listen to it. Have sex to it.
You won't be disappointed.
I threw back a glass of wine to get away from the feeling ofunease, and then I walked over to Alice and Tanya.
But before I reached them, Edward reached me.
He grabbed my arm, not saying a thing, and dragged me up the stairs to my old bedroom.

Bella POV.
I threw back a glass of wine to get away from the feeling of unease, and then I walked over to Alice and Tanya.
But before I reached them, Edward reached me.
He grabbed my arm, not saying a thing, and dragged me up the stairs to my old bedroom.
I didn't speak. I knew Edward needed to do whatever he was doing now. Maybe he would finally open up and talk about what's been bothering him. One could only hope.
Once the door was shut behind us, he spun around and pressed me up against the door, a furious glare fixed on me.
With his fingers loosely gripping my throat, he breathed heavily as he dipped down.
"You're mine, Bella."
He spoke with an eerily calm voice.
"I'm sorry I'm not as casual about this as you and Jasper." He sneered. "But I'm done pretending. I can't fucking allow this."
He pressed me harder against the wall, his breathing turning shallow. "I thought you understood, Bella, but apparently you don't. Am I going to have to remind you?" He tsked. "Am I going to have to remind you who you belong to, baby?"
Oh, God…
I had felt Edward's possessiveness before, but this… this was new. This was a whole other level of fucked up.
The sick thing was that I took pleasure out of it. I craved it. I craved him, and only him. Yes, things were definitely about to change in our relationship.
Was I going to lose him? Because something was really wrong here.
The thought terrified me.
I couldn't lose Edward. Never. I would die.
And Jasper, asked a small voice in my head.
Yeah, him too. But Edward… No, I can't. I can't lose him.
Then I felt the big bulge in Edward's jeans pressing against my stomach.
"Who do you belong to, Bella?" he growled close to my ear, fingers still holding me around my throat.
I whimpered as he ripped off my underwear with his free hand.
I couldn't speak. There were too many things I wanted to do, but nothing I could say.
I wanted him to claim me like the animal he appeared to be, I wanted to kiss him softly and tell him I love him, I wanted to cry, I wanted to give him everything he wanted, I wanted to cling onto him – beg him not get rid of me.
"Tell me!" he demanded.
I gulped, my eyes wide as I met his gaze. "You," I breathed.
For as long as you'll want me…
"I'm not convinced," he snarled, unzipping his jeans. "You were going to fuck those girls down there, Bella. How the hell can I believe that you belong to me when you want them, huh?"
My mind was spinning faster than it ever had, and my heart broke for him. I hadn't seen this. I didn't know he felt this insecure. He never let on. And then it hit me what kind of hypocrite I was. I could never watch Edward be with other men like I was going to be with Alice and Tanya. I wouldn't be able to bear it. I mean, I was having an uneasy feeling when he was with Jasper for crying out loud. That was however a feeling I liked to ignore best I could, but that didn't erase the fact that I took great pleasure of Edward not sleeping with Jasper without me anymore. He said he didn't want us alone anymore. Only the three of us.
But that was weird, because he seemed to have no problems being with me alone.
"You're awfully quiet, Bella," he gritted out quietly.
His face showed nothing but hurt and fury.
My eyes welled up and my hands went to cradle his beautiful face. "I love you, Edward. I'm yours. You have to believe me," I pleaded.
I couldn't stand this. It was too much. It hurt me.
Oh, God, I had hurt him. This was my doing. I had made him feel like this.
"I will never deny you, Edward," I breathed out, pleading with my eyes for him to see my truth.
In a whiplash movement, I was dragged to the bed and pushed to the middle of it, and Edward stripped down before joining me – hovering over me, studying me, reading me.
"You're not thinking about Alice?" he asked quietly, as his hand restrained mine above my head.
"No." I shook my head for emphasis.
"Tanya?" he asked as he dragged the tip of his hard cock along the length of my sex. "You really seem to like her," he muttered bitterly.
"As a friend," I whimpered. "I only want you, Edward," please believe me…
He was in my face in less then a second, our noses touching, and he searched. He searched for trace of lies.
He would find none. I told him with my eyes.
I arched into him. I want you.
My eyes only showed desperation, devotion, and love because that's all I felt. I'll never deny you. I love you.
He pushed into me harshly without warning, and I gasped, our eyes still locked in a thick haze.
This was sick.
I loved it.
With my hands above my head, he covered my body with his as he started pounding his thick cock into me. Over and over. Without mercy. No restraints in him.
"You're mine," he growled close to my ear. "Only mine, Bella."
"Yes!" I gasped as he hit my g-spot. "Only yours!"
"I own this pussy," he breathed. "I own your orgasms. I give them to you."
His words shook me to the core, and I managed to struggle free so I could cling to him. And I did so desperately, my nails digging into his shoulder blades he fucked me hard.
"God, I'm addicted to your pussy, Bella. Your smell, your taste, the heat… tight… I will always crave it."
It didn't take long before my orgasm approached.
"Edward," I moaned loudly. "I'm… so close… Oh, Edward!"
"That's it, baby. Cum for me. For me."
Always for you, I thought right before I fell apart, screaming his name as I convulsed.
Edward followed as soon as I came down, and I milked him as hard as I could, but it wasn't enough. There was a new hunger in me, and I needed more. So, when Edward collapsed next to me – on his back – I straddled his hips, still panting from my orgasm, and I kissed him. I kissed every surface I could see. His perfectly shaped lips. His eyelids. His forehead, cheeks, temples, nose. His chest, nipples, abdomen, ribcage, collarbone, neck, throat. I kissed it all. First slow and loving, but as he started to respond, it turned frenzied.
Rolling around in our bed, all tangled together, we kissed like our lives depended on it. We nibbled, caressed, sucked, licked, kissed, and bit.
Our breathing turned erratic as he lavished my breasts with openmouthed kisses, and I pulled his face to mine.
"Take what's yours, Edward," I whispered.
He was already hard again, and he crashed his lips to mine, our tongues battling, but I surrendered almost immediately. Never would I deny this man. He was my other half.
Soon he left my face, and kissed his way down to my pussy, and he settled between my legs.
"I love it when you smell like me," he said huskily as he kissed my flesh. "Your taste mixed with mine…"
He sucked on my clit then, and my fire was ignited the way only Edward could. And he proved how much he owned me by the way he worked me. He knew my body better than I did. He knew what I wanted and loved. He knew when I was close. And he knew how to play me, bringing me back before I fell over.
"Please, Edward," I begged. "Let me cum."
His fingers fucked me slowly, and his tongue lapped up everything he drew from me.
"Not yet. You said I could take what's mine," he murmured. "There are a lot of things that's mine on your body, Bella."
He left it at that but I understood that he planned on taking his time with me.
I didn't mind.
"Come here, angel," he whispered, holding a hand out for me.
I took it immediately and he pulled me up to a sitting position before he kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless.
"Your mouth, for one… is mine," he hummed in my mouth. "The way you kiss, baby… the way you speak… the way you smile… the way you suck my cock."
Oh my fucking God…
A wave of wetness coated his fingers that still worked my pussy slowly, and of course he noticed.
"You like sucking my cock, Bella?" he cooed as he kissed the corner of my mouth.
"No." I shook my head. "I love it."
"Show me," he said. "Show me how much you love it."
Impatiently, I leaned down towards him, but before I reached it, he dodged and lied down on the bed next to me, and without explaining, he grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him.
I knew then what he wanted.
Sixty-nine.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed as I straddled his face. "I want you to ride my face while you suck my cock, baby."
"Oh fuck, Edward," I moaned at his words.
Immediately he gripped my ass to push me down, and I complied eagerly and grabbed his cock in the process. He moaned against my pussy, sending warmth and vibrations through me, and I wasted no time in lowering myself on his cock. Gripping his hips, I encouraged him to thrust, and he did so gladly, us both mimicking the other's movements.
"We taste so good together, baby," I moaned as I licked his length.
"I know," he mumbled. "Goddamn perfection."
He thrust his hips roughly into my waiting mouth and I sucked him down as hard as I could, making him grunt and moan loudly as he licked me furiously. We were both close and I dipped down to ride him harder, but apparently Edward had other plans.
"I'm not done with you yet," he panted and flipped me over to my back. "Get on all fours, beautiful."
Yes!
Once positioned, he thrust into my pussy roughly from behind, and I started moaning and panting from his games. He was really playing my body like an instrument, and I had no say.
Edward in charge was heaven.
"I think we've proved that your mouth is mine, yes?" he grunted as he pounded harder and deeper.
"Yes!" I panted breathlessly, fisting the covers.
"And your tight pussy? Who owns it?" he continued.
"You, Edward!" I cried out.
The pressure building was overwhelming, and the way he hit my sweet spot with every goddamn push was slowly but surely driving me insane.
"That's right," he groaned. "But there's more, isn't there? Like this…"
Then I felt two fingers enter my ass, and I moaned louder than a porn star.
"Who owns your perfect, tight ass, Bella?"
I knew right away what I wanted – needed – so, I quickly reached for the lubricant on the nightstand. "Please, Edward."
He only hesitated for a second before he pulled out of me. "Are you sure?"
"Fuck, yes. I beg you," I whimpered. "I need you."
He cursed under his breath.
I heard him and felt him apply the slippery lubricant to my ass and his cock, and then I moaned in anticipation as he lined up.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you, too," I moaned, feeling the tip of him entering me. "Please take me. I'm yours."
With that said, he pushed into me in one slow stroke, and when I heard his loud groan, the slight pain I felt was quickly forgotten.
This time was definitely better…
"Fuck, I love your ass, Bella," he gritted out. "So tight."
"Fuck me, Edward," I pleaded. "Show me it's yours."
And he did.
Not too roughly – he didn't let go completely, and for that I was thankful because my boy is massive, and this was only our second time – but he showed me. He showed me good how much he completely owns my mind, body, and soul.
"I'm the only one who gets you fuck you here. Understood?" he moaned.
"Yes, Edward!" I cried out.
And boy, could he multitask. The way he fucked me all while he kissed me lovingly on my back, and then also stroked my clit.
I knew I wouldn't come, but I was definitely enjoying myself immensely, and just the feeling of him taking me this way… indescribable.
A few minutes of grunts, moans, and gasps, he pulled out of me and quickly flipped me over, not even waiting a second before he slammed into my throbbing pussy.
It made me groan loudly in surprise but when I caught his wicked smile, I knew he did this so we could both come. Like I said, he just knew me. And he worked me. God, he worked me good. Both of us slick with sweat, and both of us panting for release. Yes, my pussy was literally throbbing, pulsing, and pounding for an orgasm. And it approached with a rapid speed.
That's when I knew exactly how I wanted our sex marathon to end.
"Edward," I pressed out through gritted teeth. "I want you to cum on me."
He missed a beat before understanding dawned on him, and then he growled, his eyes turning black with desire and possessiveness.
"My kinky angel," he panted.
I could barely focus on his words, closing my eyes and solely welcoming wave after wave after wave of pleasure that rocked my body, making scream out his name and gasp for air.
"That's it, baby. Cum on my cock, milk me like only you can," he groaned.
Like only I can…
This of course only triggered a second orgasm, and my entire body tensed fiercely around him, and I almost choked as I couldn't get air into my lungs.
But isn't air overrated?
Clutching my chest, I gasped wildly for air, at last coming down from my orgasm, and then I witnessed the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Edward's face contorted in raw pleasure as he abruptly pulled out of me, moaning loudly as he came in long spurts all over my stomach and chest.
I was frozen in… well, I don't know what, but I knew I couldn't miss a thing, and I actually forced myself not to blink. It was just so fucking sexy to see him cum on me.
To see him mark me.
We were both watching it with rapt fascination, panting breathlessly as he milked himself until the last drop.
Then it was only our shallow breaths filling the silence as we just stared at each other.
I don't know how long we stayed still in that position but it was long.
Our breathing had returned to normal when Edward's expression turned into a frown. Concern, fear, nervousness, and defeat.
I knew.
I knew his mind.
I knew why he was scared, because it was the same reason I was scared.
We weren't three anymore.
"We'll work it out, Edward," I whispered softly. "Somehow we'll figure this out. But no matter what, I'm yours for as long as you want me."
Hovering over me, our faces close, he studied me hard before vulnerability took over his features, and he swallowed hard before breathing out, "You feel the same way I do?"
"On some level I think I always did, Edward," I murmured, caressing his cheek. "I was always only truly yours."
He closed his eyes and I felt him crumble, one silent tear rolling down his cheek. "I can't ever lose you, Bella. Never," he whispered thickly.
"You won't," I vowed. "It's impossible. I'm yours."
He kissed me passionately, pouring everything into that kiss.
Then we showered together, not saying a word as we just held each other.
It was clinging, but it was what we had. We were both scared shitless for what was now evident.
Tangled together, we fell asleep.
Edward POV.
The next two months passed slowly and surely.
Bella and I struggled with our feelings and we talked at length as soon as we needed it. There were just so many fears. So many things to consider.
I was worried and scared out of my fucking mind that I would lose Jasper once we told him the truth. But there was no denying it anymore. In fact, I think we've been denying for too long already.
From the start, I noticed how powerful my feelings towards Bella were. And though I can't tell when they overrode what I felt for Jasper, I know it was early in our relationship. But after that night I behaved like a monster to Bella, there was just no strength in me to even try suppressing it any longer. What I felt when Bella joined those girls in the same lingerie, all I could think about was how wrong it felt. I wanted her for myself only. Including Jasper. I didn't even want him to touch her anymore. At the same time, I started losing my desire for the man I've loved for almost eight years.
I remember the night when Bella took Tanya and Alice to Port Angeles. I was so fucking pissed because I didn't understand how Jasper could be so fucking giddy. He was excited and thrilled to see our Bella with those two chicks. I told him flat out that maybe he didn't care about Bella as much as I thought, and he scoffed in my fucking face before chuckling humorlessly, "I love that girl, Edward, but come on… how fucking blind are you? Our Bella? Please, call me when you've figured it out, will ya?"
He confused the shit out of me, but what hurt was that we were slipping apart.
No, what hurt was that it didn't hurt.
I felt guilty for falling asleep without fixing our problem, which we'd always done in the past.
We saved each other once, and I know I will always love him, but… fuck…
I'm just not in love with him anymore.
Our relationship was always one of love, comfort, and affection. We were both the same, and we were truly in love. But that didn't erase what we both missed. What we had up until Bella came into our lives was the most powerful thing I've ever felt. But it was nothing compared to what I went through emotionally as Bella came in. Everything she brought in just made everything better. Warmer. But it was also a reminder. A reminder of things we didn't have, and couldn't ever have easily. A family.
So many things have gone through my mind since that night two months ago. Do I only love Bella because she can give me children? Do I love her because of her body? Do I want her for myself just so that no one else can have her? Will I be enough for her, or will she miss Jazz too much? Have we moved forward too fast? Is Bella co-dependent? Did she move in too soon? Are we the reason she's keeping herself together? How deep are her feelings for Jazz? Will Jazz hate us? Will we ever be able to have some kind of relationship with him, or will it be too uncomfortable? What will I lose? What will I gain? What do I feel about Jazz?
Questions.
And for the past two months, Bella has voiced her own questions.
Will I love her without Jasper? Will I miss having a man in the bedroom? Will she be enough? Do I only want her because of the newness of being with a woman? Am I still in love with Jasper? Is she still my soulmate? Can I still feel our connection? Will I become bored with just one person?
So many issues to deal with.
But two months also give us a lot of time to consider, reconsider, wonder, ask, answer, think, ponder, and listen.
Is she my soulmate? Without a doubt. I can't picture my life without her. I can't even picture a day without her. I need her like air. And yes, I'm very fucking aware of our spark. It drives me insane with desire and love whenever we're close.
Do I only love her because what she can offer? Children.
No. I loved her before all that came up. It was an immense relief to hear that she wished to give me a family, and it has been a big dream of mine, but that's a reason for loving her. Not the reason. I love her for everything she is. The passion, the love, the intensity, the hobbies, the caring, the taste in books and music, the way her smile lights up a room, the sound of her voice, the way we can read each other.
Will I miss having a man in the bedroom? I absolutely understood her concern when she asked me this. Jazz has been my partner for almost eight years. But it's not for the sex I love being with a man or a woman. It's the person. And I'm absurdly addicted to Bella's body, mind and soul in a way I've never felt before. I'm not homosexual. Though, I've been mostly attracted to men, I've always known that I'm bisexual. I'm simply a sexual creature who can see the beauty of both sexes, but now… all I can see is Bella.
And never have I felt this way before.
It took some serious soul searching to find the answers to my own questions regarding what I want for myself, but once I figured it out, it was so simple. It felt so right.
I want Bella. I love her more than anything. No matter what. She's my other half. There are no doubts about that anymore.
That revelation led to a development in our relationship.
I can't function sexually without Bella, and it freaked me the fuck out before I realized why. It, too, is simple now once I've figured it out. I just can't be with anyone I'm not in love with. It doesn't feel right.
A part of me is saddened about the feeling. A part of me still want to feel that it's right to be with Jazz – to kiss him, to love him.
But I don't.
And as soon as Bella enters the room, I know why. She's the reason. My love is for her and her only. I love her unconditionally, irrevocably, and completely.
A lot has happened in these almost eight months. Everything's changed. But I can't regret it. I can't wish for anything other than Bella.
Bella and I have taken every alone opportunity to talk about this. We've voiced every fear, question, and wish. And it shouldn't surprise me that she feels the same. It shouldn't, because she's mine. She's my soulmate.
She amazed me when she told me how she wanted me for herself, how she was only in love with me, how her attachment to Jasper had cooled off, and that she saw him just as I saw him.
An unrelated brother, a friend, a confidant – a man we love deeply, but platonically.
We still both feel that we need him in our life, and I know that feeling won't ever go away. If he can't stay in our lives once we've told him, we'll both be devastated and very sorry. But it won't affect the bond between Bella and me. Nothing can.
This is the reason we're stalling, though. This is why we're constantly stopping each other from talking to him. And it's not fair to either of us. But the thought of him walking out of our lives…
It's selfish and betraying of Bella and I as well as it's hurting us that we're keeping ourselves from moving forward.
We need to do this.
Once Jazz returns from Tacoma.
He's seriously working all hours of the day, and it's been like this since he landed that campaign.
That's not to say he hasn't noticed the changes in the house, because he has. Obviously the first thing he noticed was how Bella and I refrained from sex, which we started doing about a month ago. I just couldn't function anymore. Then he noticed how Bella spent more and more time in her home office with her writing. Lastly he noticed that I spent more time at work, and that I always went to bed after he was already asleep. Yeah, we've been stalling and avoiding.
The weird thing, though, is that in the beginning he seemed worried and concerned, but that stopped after about a week. He looked like his old relaxed dude-self, and just… went with it without asking anymore.
It was… odd.
But then he changed again. Two days before he left for Tacoma – last week – he became nervous and fidgety. He opened and closed his mouth as if to say something, but then he just left the room, leaving Bella and I confused.

Edward POV.
"What time is it?" I murmured, my face buried in the crook of Bella's neck.
She was watching a movie.
I was watching her.
And kissing, and nibbling.
She pushed me away, but the smile she tried to hide told me I wasn't exactly doing shit wrong.
"It's almost midnight but, baby, I really need to see this movie."
Her voice faltered as I sucked on her earlobe, but her choice of wording caught my attention.
"You need to watch it? Since when does one need to see A Beautiful Mind? I mean, I guess it's a good movie, but… need to see it?" I chuckled.
"Research," she said softly.
Now I was really curious, because I doubted she needed to see this movie for one of her Marie Green-books.
Facing her fully, I searched her face, and noticed immediately the sparkle of her eyes and excited smile.
I was trying not to get ahead of myself, but I really hoped she was about to do what I thought.
"Tell me," I urged.
"I started writing a real story." She grinned.
And there it is… Fuck, she's amazing.
"That's my girl," I praised as I hugged her to me. "That's fucking awesome, Bella."
I knew it was a dream of hers, but she had been hesitant, not really believing in her own talent. But Bella's strong. She just needs to do it in her own time.
"Tell me what it's about." I grinned, pulling her up in my lap.
"You seem so excited," she chuckled.
Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, I replied, "Of course. I'm proud of you, too. I knew you had it in you."
She kissed me softly before she animatedly told me about her idea. An idea that went beyond the normal, but when you know, you know. And it was us underneath it all.
The story was about a girl that made up her soulmate in her dreams, and she takes it so far that she takes sleeping pills to see him more often. In the meantime there's a man across the country doing the same, and it's the girl he's dreaming about. The story is simply about them finding each other. It's just that they don't think it's real. The only thing they know is that they're soulmates.
So, the story couldn't be more different than Bella's and mine, but it's still there. It was how she explained that you can't deny something that powerful for long. It was there in how she described the families of the man and the woman, and how they thought it was a sickness – something wrong in what they did.
Obviously I listened to Bella intently – because I was intrigued to say the least – but I couldn't stop myself from also focusing on her face. This was Bella in her element. She was excited about something she was doing for herself and on her own, and it was beautiful to see how much she had grown in the past eight months.
"So… what do you think?" she asked, biting her lip.
I smiled at her shyness, placing my thumb on her lip to release it before kissing her.
"I think it sounds good, angel," I murmured. "I really do. The story seems right up my alley."
"I know," she chuckled. "I'm gonna need a lot of references within your field as a therapist, especially since you have a PhD in psychology. And I already started researching paranoia and schizophrenia since the main characters parents' will force them to go through different tests."
It hit me then how excited I really was. Not just for Bella, but for the story. It definitely was up my alley, and I didn't exactly study seven years for nothing. This was really a subject I truly loved.
"I'll be happy to help, and you can always use my study, you know. I have a few books on psychology." I winked.
"Thank you," she replied, truly humbled for such a small thing.
That was the reminder of no one taking care of her before she came into my life. No one gave. She gave. She took care.
"My pleasure," I murmured before leaning in to brush my lips with hers.
Unfortunately the phone rang just as we deepened the kiss, and Bella left my lap reluctantly to reach the phone on the coffee table.
"Cullen, Whitlock, Swan residence," she answered with a grin.
I chuckled at her greeting and just leaned back to watch her.
Maybe it won't be Swan much longer…
"Tanya?" her voice faltered, and she frowned. "Wait, wait, honey, calm down. What's wrong? Tell me from the beginning."
I frowned in confusion and held her hand as she became upset with what I assumed was Tanya had to say.
"She did what?" she gasped. "But-… uh-huh… But are you still in New York?
"So, she took off for LA alone? Are you not moving out there?
"You don't think it's a mistake?
"I know, but maybe it's a mistake, sweetie. You can't know for sure without really talking to her-" Bella gasped again, locking eyes with my very concerned ones, and she covered her mouth slightly as if in shock.
"She really left her ring?"

*o*o*o*

Half an hour later, Bella had explained everything to me from her call with Tanya.
Tanya had come home from work yesterday to find a note from Alice… along with her ring.
I've only met them that one time, and my thoughts were quite focused on Bella becoming mine at the time, so I can't really say I know them or even know them enough to care, although Alice did seem like a very nice woman. But they were still Bella's friends and she was both upset and confused by all this. She thought Tanya and Alice would last forever, and when Alice wanted them to move to LA, Tanya barely put up a fight.
Tanya was apparently known to be a frosty bitch, and I can't say that that wasn't my first and only impression with her – maybe not that harsh, but certainly frosty – but she adored Alice more than anything, and now she was completely heartbroken. And that is a feeling I don't wish on anyone.
So, what we know now is that Alice left for LA alone, leaving her ring and relationship behind, asking Tanya for forgiveness but also that she respected Alice's wish to not be followed – AKA she begged Tanya not to take the next flight out.
Bella spent the next few hours trying to reach Alice but she didn't answer.
There wasn't much I could do except be there for her.

*o*o*o*

When we heard Jazz come home, Bella and I were both nervous. However, Bella was still worried about Alice, and it had been three days now without a word from either Tanya or Alice.
I offered to cancel my sessions for a few days, and either fly out with her to LA or New York, and I think that's the plan once we've talked to Jasper.
Jazz reached the kitchen where Bella and I waited for him, and what we saw was… well, I have no idea what to say. Even as a therapist.
Jazz was nervous as hell, that much was clear. Tired and disheveled with dark circles under his eyes. But there was something in his eyes that told me he was fucking ecstatic.
"Welcome home," Bella said softly.
"Uh… yeah, hi," he replied, looking at his feet.
Okay?
He just stood there, shuffling his feet, his tie looked like it had been pulled at, and his shirt was un-tucked – something I've never seen on him. When Jasper's home, he's all for sweatpants and t-shirts, but when he's away on business, nobody looks more proper than him.
I didn't know what to say.
But Bella did, "Uhm, we have something we wanna talk to you about, Jasper… But it looks like you might have something to say, too."
I squeezed her hand, silently conveying love and support, and watched as Jazz sat down on the other side of the counter.
He cleared his throat and pulled at his hair before his eyes landed on us, but mostly me. "Yeah, we need to talk."
My brow was furrowed in confusion but I nodded for him to go ahead.
He seemed to relax slightly, and a small but genuine small tugged on the corners of his mouth. "You guys wanna talk about the three of us splitting up, right?"
Bella squeezed the living shit out of my hand, and I felt myself pale in front of him.
How the hell did he know- no, fuck that, why is he still casual?
Jasper threw us both a knowing smirk, and we pretty much just gaped at him.
"Edward, Bella, I love you both, but subtle you are not," he said pointedly. "I guess I didn't think it would take you this long to bring it up, but then again, you're both thinkers. You both need to analyze and over-think.
"Any-fucking-way, I'm gonna make this easy on you," he sighed. "You two have my blessing or whatever. It's my God's honest truth.
"I see how you look at each other, I see how you feel each other as soon as you're in the same room. And I know that you're soulmates."
But, but, but, when does the 'but' come?
"But…" I heard myself say.
"No buts, Edward." He shook his head slowly, the same smile still tugging on the corners of his mouth. "Are you in love with me?"
My shoulders slumped slightly as I replied a quiet 'no.'
He nodded firmly. "I already knew that, but I wanted confirmation. You both know I'm sorta perceptive when it comes to emotions, yes?"
I think we nodded.
"Yeah, well… I know you both love me platonically, and have done that for a while now. And there is no 'but' in this. But there is a 'because'…"
He probably sensed that we couldn't move, less talk, so he continued.
"And that's because I feel the same for you. Both of you."
Huh?
"Huh?" Bella echoed my thought.
Jasper chuckled then.
Chuckled.
I don't see what's so funny here.
"You two realized rather quickly that you were soulmates, right?" he wondered.
Although, it seemed like he only wanted our answer for confirmation.
We nodded.
"Same for me." He shrugged. "It took me two hours to see that I had a connection with someone else. Another two hours to realize I had never felt that way before. Then two weeks and I was in love. So in love that it shook me to my very core. We both felt the same for each other, and I can't even be sorry that I went behind your backs. I wouldn't have done it if I thought we were lasting, though.
"I already knew you two were not long from realizing what you wanted. There was just nothing that could stop us. It was this… pull."
My eyes bugged out, and I felt… nothing. I mean, what can I say? What can I feel? He's describing just what I feel for Bella, and now he's found that in someone else? Does that mean we can all stay close?
Dare I hope?
Wait, Jazz met someone.
"Who did you meet?" And I was surprised my voice only sounded genuinely curious. There was no accusing or… anything negative in my voice.
Same went for my heart.
I didn't feel betrayed or even disappointed.
Maybe because I don't feel that way about him, or maybe because my soulmate is sitting next to me.
What I have-… had… with Jazz will always be remembered as precious, wonderful, and exactly what was right for us, but it was also comfort. Not that deep-in-my-core feeling. We just hadn't met anyone that could over power what we had until Bella… and now whoever Jazz has met.
Bella gasped then, "Oh my God!"
I turned to face her, and frowned when I saw the tears run down her cheeks. But before I could offer comfort, she spoke in a breathless whisper.
"It's Alice, isn't it?"
I whipped my head in Jasper's direction so fast that I thought it'd fall off, but I just needed to see his reaction.
His smile had grown.
He nodded.
Well, fuck me. I never saw that coming…
"I love her," he said softly. "It's like… I can't even describe it, but it's just there when I look at her. We can read each other like…"
"Open books?" I chuckled.
This was just fucking insane.
Jasper nodded again. "Yeah, it's intense. And that's how I know what you two feel for each other. I feel it now, too. Some weird fucking charge."
I found myself grinning like a fucking fool… until I heard Bella sniffle.
"Hey, what's wrong, angel?" I murmured, pulling her closer
Shit, is she thinking about Tanya?
"Don't you see it, Edward?" she cried. "Alice is in LA. Where do you think Jasper's going with this?"
Oh…
I swallowed hard and hugged Bella to my body, glancing over her head to see Jasper.
His smile was apologetic.
He's leaving.
"She… uhm…" Jazz shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting all over the place.
But that's not what I noticed the most.
No, I saw the utter joy in his eyes.
"She's pregnant," he sighed.
Uh… huh?
Pregnant?
Alice is pregnant?
Jasper's going to be a father?
That stung.
I felt excitement for him, I really did, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was jealous.
"Against all odds," I murmured to him.
He nodded, both of us thinking about the news we were delivered with those years ago. It was never impossible, but it wasn't good enough to even hope on.
I guess a soulmate would do the job, though.
Meant to be.
"So, you're moving, huh?" I sighed, not feeling very excited about that.
But then again, I would still have him in our life. There were no hard feelings.
"Yes," he muttered.
Them in LA, us in Forks…
What holds us here?
My job? That's it?
Fuck that.
"Bella?" I whispered into her hair.
"Yea?" she sniffled.
"What do you say about moving to LA?"

Bella POV.
So much has happened since we moved to LA a year ago. And in ten minutes, things are about to change again. But no bad stuff. Our life is great. Comfortable, settled, and perfect.
Well, it's about to become really, really perfect.
But to be honest, my life has been on a level of perfection ever since I met Edward and Jasper.
After my squealing yes on the move to LA, we didn't waste time. Edward gave his notice at the hospital, we sold the house, and said farewell to Forks and rainy Washington. All in just three months.
Alice and Jasper were overly excited that we decided to move, and we even found a house a few streets away from theirs. It's a lot smaller house, but it's the most beautiful house I've ever seen. Our house in Forks was all about style and straight lines, and we loved it, but this house is much more for us.
It's a hacienda in terracotta, and it's warm and bright… homey. We have a huge pool that we love, and I mean really love. Three bedrooms, our two studies, large kitchen, large living room, three baths. It's just perfect. What's even more perfect is one of the bedrooms that Edward and I turned into a playroom. And I mean a very adult playroom. I get wet just thinking about it.
Anyway…
On my twenty-fifth birthday – a few months after we arrived in LA – Edward got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife.
It was the best birthday gift in the world.
And the Christmas that followed turned out to be another day we will always remember – the day I became Bella Cullen.
It was a small ceremony in our backyard, and it was just Alice, Jasper, and the minister… and one more person.
No, not Tanya. She still thought it was too hard to see Alice, and though she remained my Marie Green editor, she stayed in New York, in the background, which I completely understood. It was no secret that I resented Alice and Jasper for betraying Tanya. She didn't deserve that, and the first time I met Alice after Jasper's reveal, I sure gave her my thoughts on the fuckery. Granted, Edward and I did some sneaking around on our own, but it wasn't cheating. It wasn't. Alice, though, she cheated. There was no other word for it. She was in a relationship with Tanya, a monogamous one, and she was unfaithful. Yes, it took time for me to get over that.
I digress.
The other guest at our wedding was Esme Platt.
Edward's aunt.
It was a normal day and Edward and I were out grocery shopping when he completely froze in his spot. And the next thing I knew was this beautiful woman with green eyes and caramel hair clinging to Edward in tears. At first I was fuming, thinking that this woman was his mother, but when Edward had recovered from his shock, he too shed a few tears, as he embraced the only relative that never judged him.
She's family to us.
And now, on June twentieth – Edward's thirty second birthday, I'm about to make our day blissful.
Honestly, I'm going to make everyone freaking ecstatic, though Esme – who lives twenty minutes from us – already knows. She's pretty much the mother Edward should've had, but I know today, he's damn happy that his aunt Esme decided to leave London for LA where she works as a book editor.
My book editor to be exact. Yes, I have two.
I need them both.
Tanya is all for Marie Green.
But Esme is for Bella Cullen.
That's right, my book got published. Well, actually it's still new, and it hasn't been released yet. It got published five months ago and I just got the first copy yesterday.
That is part of my birthday gift to Edward today.
He doesn't really like to celebrate his birthdays, but this one he will love. Even if Alice was the party planner.
Now that Edward's a professor- Wait, didn't I mention that?
Oh, well, my husband is an honorary professor at UCLA where he teaches psychology. It's only twice a week, but he also has his own private practice.
But anyway, now that he's a professor and has more colleagues, he's gained friends. Maybe not really close friends, but I do know he's close to a man named Seth, and tonight I'll meet him and his wife, Claire. Alice didn't care how close he was with his colleagues, though. She still invited them all, I think. But that's Alice. It doesn't matter that she's dealing with five months old Lucy, she's still the perfect party planner.
I guess you see now I wasn't exaggerating when I said a lot had happened in the past year.

*o*o*o*

"Baby, it's time!" I yelled up the stairs.
"The party isn't for another hour!" he whined back.
Yes, he whined. That's how much he likes turning thirty-two.
"That's not what it's time for!" I responded. "I just wanna give you my gifts before we head over there!"
As I heard him approach the stairs, I made my way to the living room, and sat down Indian-style on the couch, holding my two gifts for him.
The first thing I noticed as he came into view was obviously his toned body, now slightly tanned, and since we've moved to California, Edward's home-wear is a pair of cargo shorts.
Today they're khaki green.
That's it.
Nothing else.
Bare chested with just a little bit of chest hair, and… mmm… My husband works out. Swimming, running… hard fucking… What, it's workout, you know.
Stop drooling, Bella.
Right.
That's when I noticed his pout.
"Stop grouching, baby," I chuckled. "It's just a party."
He huffed as he sat down next to me. "Yeah, with people I don't give two shits about. What happened to a goddamn barbeque with the ones close to us? I'll tell you what happened; Alice happened. That fucking pixie-thing is the devil!"
By now I was laughing so hard that tears ran freely down my cheeks.
Just saying.
He was just so fucking cute.
"I don't see what's so funny here, Bella! Isn't the wife supposed to be on the husband's side?"
"Oh, Edward, Edward," I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. "You're funny, you know that?"
He shot a glare my way… but he could never hold it.
"Can I give you your gifts now?" I asked.
He nodded, a smile trying to break free.
"This is the small gift," I told him as I handed him the first one.
He groped it like it was my boobs, and he shook it like he was making a goddamn drink.
Such a boy.
"It's a book." He grinned proudly.
"Just open it!" I laughed, shaking my head at him.
And he did.
And he froze.
He hadn't seen my book yet, and now he had. That wasn't the gift, though. The gift was inside, but I knew how much it meant for us both to see my name – his last name – proudly displayed on the light blue cover.
"'Soulmates'… by Bella Cullen," he whispered as he reverently traced the lines of my name.
"Open it," I murmured, surprised when I felt my vision blur.
But maybe not.
It will be an every day occurrence now, or so I've heard.
"Bella…" he breathed, holding out a hand for me as his eyes stayed fixed on the first page.
I climbed onto his lap and kissed his neck. "Read it out loud," I whispered.

"Dedicated to my very own soulmate.

With love, trust, and devotion.

Never to deny.

My Edward."

"And I mean every word, Edward," I murmured against his neck. "Unfortunately, the book had already gone to print when I decided to write this, so it's only in this copy, but it's true nonetheless."
I glanced down at my two rings, thinking back on when he proposed to me. It was after a simple dinner at home, and I never suspected a thing, but when he called me out to the pool… There were candles everywhere, and it was at twilight – so beautiful – and he asked me to marry him, to share his name and future, to be his angel for life. I remembered I said yes before he got the last word out, and I accidently pushed us both into the pool when I jumped him. Luckily it was right before he opened the velvet box, so we didn't have a ring to search after on the bottom of the pool.
It's a gorgeous ring – platinum with an emerald cut diamond, and I couldn't love a material object more.
My wedding band is equally beautiful with incrusted diamonds all around it, and with our wedding date and initials on the inside.
"I love you so much, angel," he murmured. "Thank you… you have no idea how much this means to me."
I smiled against his skin and decided this was the perfect time to give him the second gift.
"That was just and extra thing. Here's the main event." I grinned, handing him the envelope from the back pocket of my jean skirt.
I watched him intently while he opened the envelope with a curious expression, and then I held him tightly as he understood what it was he pulled out of it.
"Bella?" he whispered shakily.
Okay, here's the thing.
I overheard Edward talking to Jasper right before we moved to LA, and he expressed his longing to have children with me. But he was afraid to push me, because he had already told me that he wished to become a father before thirty-five, and he was worried that since I was six years younger than him, I wasn't ready.
I was very ready.
There was only one thing I wanted to finish before.
And those months later when I finished my book, I secretly stopped taking my pill.
"Yes, Edward?" I responded softly, raising my head to face him fully.
His eyes were full of unshed tears, and he looked so uncertain – like he was afraid to believe it, even as he held the sonogram.
"You-" He cleared his throat. "You have to say the words," he pleaded thickly.
I beamed at him.
"We're having a baby."
As the tears spilled over, he closed his eyes, his head falling back, and the biggest smile took over his features.
The smile he gave me when I said yes, the smile he gave me when I said 'I do,' and the smile he gave me now, now that he just found out I'm carrying Baby Cullen.
We arrived an hour late to the party, and before we left, Edward kissed me and said "Don't shower. I want you to smell like me." And then when we arrived at the party – and a glaring Alice – he shouted out "I'm gonna be a dad!"
Yes, it's certainly two Edward's I'm married to. The one who calls me angel, and can't wait to become a father. The one who worships me, the one who silently converses with me, the one who tags along when we need groceries because he's been without me for the entire day, the one who takes care of me because he loves me.
And then the one I have in our playroom… and every other surface in the house. The one who's demanding, the one who fulfills my every fantasy, the one who give me that intense pleasure, and the one who knows how to fuck me into oblivion.
I'm a lucky, lucky bitch, and it's my pleasure to return every gift he brings me.

*o*o*o*

Being pregnant is a bitch. Not the pregnancy itself, no, I've been blessed there. Hardly any morning sickness, and a part from a few cravings… oh, and the out-of-this-world sexdrive that's just fucking awesome – Edward's words… and maybe mine as well – I wouldn't know I was pregnant.
No, the huge pain in my ass – and not the good pain – that's my husband.
I'm only four months pregnant, and he's already acting like I could go into labor at any moment. And I'm not allowed to do much.
Currently I'm on my book tour, and Edward even cleared his schedule to go with me. Apparently it wasn't enough that Esme was with me, no, it had to be Caveman Cullen.
And the tour just started…
It's a good thing I love the man, 'cause he can drive me nuts.
I'm glad to be rid of Jasper, though. That dude got himself a nice black eye when he called me fatty. Safe to say, I sent him home and had Alice come with me instead.
Since they have their company together now – both being in Marketing and PR – I made sure they were hired to handle my publicity, and thanks to Esme, there was not a single problem.
So, as soon as Alice and little Lucy had flown out to meet us, Edward spent his nights with Lucy, and we three girls talked about shit Edward wasn't interested in.
Esme did however give me an amazing insight when it came to Edward's childhood, and though she wasn't around for all that much, she still had many stories to tell, many pictures to show.
I also learned a lot about Esme.
She and Edward's mother – Elizabeth – are twins, and come from a very spiritual Irish family. They believe in the nature, and spiritual legends. Love is unconditional and something you can't choose. It's just there if the body wants it to be there. And you're supposed to listen to that.
Safe to say, that didn't apply to Elizabeth. Apparently she changed when she met the proper Englishman – Carlisle Masen. They moved to the States and left everything behind to embrace the all American lifestyle, although Carlisle's strict rules that he was brought up with still applied.
Esme severed all ties from her Lizzy, and she was so disappointed in her. It wasn't until Emmett was born that Esme made an effort to get back in Elizabeth's life, and even more when little Edward was born. By then, Elizabeth had forgiven Esme for ignoring her, and even allowed her to give Edward his middle name. Anthony that very roughly translates to 'greenish,' in Gaelic is Esme's doing – for Edward's green eyes – and she did what she could to give her nephews an insight of their Irish heritage. It was however only Edward who embraced any of it. Emmett had the exact personality of his father and didn't give a shit about where his mother and aunt came from.
But Edward did.
And Esme adored him from the beginning. He was the reason she tried to visit more often, and Edward always loved it when Auntie Esme came. They shared the exact same features – the green eyes, the reddish hair, the skin. Elizabeth also shared this, but she had her hair dyed blond.
Then when Edward announced that he was with Jasper, and he was kicked out for being wrong and disgusting, Edward cut himself loose from everything – including the name Masen. He considered Platt, but the stories Esme had told him about her grandfather – Regan Cullen – were his favorite, and that's the name he chose.
Esme told me animatedly about the importance of heritage and I couldn't deny that I loved the stories she told me, the meaning behind words and names. It all meant something, and I made up my mind right then and there that our child will know. He or she will know where they hail from. He or she will hear the stories. He or she will know that 'Regan' meant 'king', and 'Cullen' means 'holly.'

*o*o*o*

Edward flew home for the last three days of my book tour. We have been on the road for six weeks, and tomorrow we wrap it up… in Chicago.
That's the reason he went home.
He tried to look nonchalant about it but as the date got closer and closer to our stay in Chicago, he admitted that he really didn't want to ever go to that city again.
It also means he'll miss my ultrasound today, but he's been with me for every step so far, and I'd hate to have him miserable in Chicago for three whole days before he could relax. I even tried to make him agree on waiting with the damn ultrasound until I came back home, and I could go to my regular doctor, but Edward was adamant about following the timetable or whatever.
Yeah, whatever.
We agreed on finding out the sex of the baby but he did ask me to hold the truth until I came home.
Anyway, the tour has been great, though very tiring, but I already have a fanbase for which I'm humbled and amazed by, so I don't show that I'm freaking exhausted.
I never thought my book would be so popular, but I've been proven wrong. And tomorrow I'm on the Good Morning Chicago Show before I have a book sighing at Books Co. Lastly, on Saturday – the day we fly home – I have another book signing before I'm the guest on a radio show.
Today I only have my doctor's appointment and a Q&A-event. I'm really looking forward to both.

*o*o*o*

My phone beeped just as the nurse called my name, and I smiled.
Hey, angel. Just wanted to say I love you, and can't wait for you to come home. Wish I could've been there for you today – Edward.
I quickly typed my reply as I followed the nurse.
Love you, too. My name was just called ;) I'll call you later – Bella.
"Dr. Smith will be with you soon," the nurse said after she ordered me to change into one of those fugly gowns.
Once I was in my sexy attire – sense the sarcasm – the doctor came in.
"Mrs. Cullen, nice to have you here, I'm-"
But he was interrupted by another doctor. "Thank you, Dr. Smith, I'll take it from here."
Dr. Smith looked confused as hell but handed over my chart to him like an obedient puppy before he left.
"Mrs…" he looked down at the chart, "Cullen," then he eyed me with narrow eyes before continuing, "I'm Dr. Masen, and I'll perform your ultrasound today."
Masen.
My expression didn't give away a thing, but my mind sure as hell spun like a fucking merry-go-round on speed.
Dr. Masen?
Edward had told me that his father was a doctor, but he was a surgeon, not a fucking obstetrician.
Could this be Edward's dad?