(EPOV)
“Mom, Dad,” I said, looking rather sheepishly.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” Esme exclaimed, rushing forward, peppering kisses all over my face.
Carlisle chuckled, while Bella looked on wide-eyed and was exceedingly red in the face.
“No sense in being embarrassed kids, it’s perfectly normal sharing a mid-evening romp with your boyfriend or girlfriend,” Esme laughed, patting me on the cheek with a grin.
“Uhmm, about that mom,” I said, nervously running my hand through my hair, wondering how my parents would react to us being married instead.
(BPOV)
HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT ON A STICK!!!! THESE TWO ARE HIS PARENTS, WE’RE SO FUCKING DEAD!!! WHAT IF THEY HATE ME? EDWARD WILL SURELY LEAVE ME, AND WE’LL HAVE HAD THE FASTEST MARRIAGE AND DIVORCE EVER.. HE CAN’T LEAVE ME, I LOVE HIM TERRIBLY SO!! My brain screamed, continuing on with it’s insane, mental rant.
(EPOV)
I could see the mental rant going on inside of Bella’s head, this wouldn’t do. I squeezed her to me tightly, gently stroking my hand up her arm.
“Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet my lovely wife, Bella,” I said, smiling softly, as I looked down upon Bella’s glowing face.
“Oh my word!” Mom gasped, quickly engulfing Bella in her arms, squeezing her closely to her chest.
(BPOV)
“Welcome to the family,” she whispered into my ear softly, kissing the side of my cheek as she pulled back, tears presently streaming down her own cheeks. She placed her hand firmly against my face, smiling brightly at me, wiping my own tears away. Her blessing for us, was passing through her gleaming eyes.
Yes, everything would be alright in our lives. I thought, beaming at my new mother-in-law.
(EPOV)
Dad and I stood beside one another, watching the scene play out before us. The woman we both loved, for as long as I could remember, and my new bride, whom I loved and cherished with all that I am, wrapped lovingly in one another’s arms.
My father had yet to say anything about the news, but I could I see he was just as emotionally charged, as I was, at the scene before us.
My mother slowly pulled away from Bella, making her way back to my father and I. She wrapped her diminutive, devoted arms around both of our waists, squeezing tightly, burying her face in my chest, and inhaling my scent, as to commit it to memory once again.
“You did spectacular, Edward,” she whispered, so that only the two of us could hear, believing in my judgment of my personal life.
“Thank you, mom,” I whispered back, hugging her closely in return, and kissing the top of her head.
Once I released my mothers tiny form, I slithered up next to Bella, and pulled her into my warm embrace. Her arms wrapped around my waist, molding herself to my body.
I smiled softly, as I pulled back to search her eyes, needing to know if she was alright. There shining back at me, was her warm, chocolate eyes, filled with a predominate amount of love. Those eyes filled with tenderness, reflected my very own.
As we stood embraced in our own bubble, I heard my father clear his throat, and step forward.
“Isabella, it’s a delight to meet you. I hope you can excuse me for being so quiet, I was just in shock,” Dad smiled kindly, pulling Bella’s hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss along her knuckles.
“It’s quite alright, Dad. Oh, I do hope you don’t mind me calling you that, I haven’t had anyone to call that,” Bella smiled beautifully, then lowered her head in mortification, her cheeks covered with a rosy-pink tint.
Much to my satisfaction, Carlisle tossed his head back and laughed. Bella’s head shot up, eyes questioning his sanity, only to have Carlisle quickly pull her into his arms and hug her close.
“Sweet child, you’re more than welcome to call me Dad, if you wish. I would like that greatly,” Dad kissed her cheek, giddy as fuck, and ran his long fingers, soothingly over her back.
“Dad perhaps we should let the women talk, get to know one another a bit better?” I questioned, shooting him a hard stare, really needing to fill him in on Bella’s past, and why she felt the need to call him dad.
“Of course, son,” Dad calmed down, releasing my lovely wife from his encirclement.
The two of us left the women to talk, and made our way to the parlor for a drink. Along the way, he patted my shoulder repetitively.
“You’ve done a fine job, son,” making his opinion known finally.
“Thanks dad, I never doubted that I did,” I snickered, the silliness of his proclamation lingering in the air.
“Bella is a timeless beauty, son, with a tremendous heart, I can tell,” he said in recognition of Bella’s demeanor.
“She’s been through hell and back, Dad, and we must do something,” I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration.
“So how long have you been dating her?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow in question.
“Not even a week,” I smiled, reminiscing on the past few days.
“And you’re already married?” He asked, concern clear in his voice.
“She’s it for me, Dad. The minute we connected, it was as if the universe aligned, making all the stars fall into place, and lighting up my world so vibrantly,” I sighed absentmindedly.
“Call me a chick if you want, Dad, go ahead and laugh, I know you’re dying to,” I laughed, seeing my father’s face filled with surprise and laughter.
“No, I won’t be laughing at you dear boy, I felt the same way with your mother all those years ago, and still do to this day,” he stood, staring off into space with a smile upon his face.
“So what’s this about her being through hell and back?” He asked, concern filling his eyes.
“It’s her father, he used to beat on her while she was growing up. The bastard has left her broken, but she’s so fucking strong, Dad. You’ll be proud of her once you see her in action,” I frowned, but then remembered my own words, and knew she was indeed strong.
“So we’ll find him, and take care of him. What about her mother?” He asked, a crease gracing his forehead.
“She doesn’t know, just that she left when she was a baby,” I frowned again, scratching the back of my neck.
“If I know you like I do, then you’ve already got Jenks working with all the information that you have, am I correct?” He questioned.
“Yeah, I need to find her mother. Bella needs to know her,” I said calmly, trying hard not to get defensive towards my own father and his questions.
“Alright, anyone else we’re looking for?” He asked, clearly wanting all the information we could gather.
“Yes, an Angela Webber. Bella’s best friend. She needs her back in her life, the girl treated her normal, even when she was bruised and broken. Her friends now, truly aren’t people she should even call friends, and I think Bella is beginning to understand that,” I sighed, aggravated at that bitch who claims to be Bella‘s friend and colleague, Alice Brandon.
“Well, Bella is important to this family now, and we’ll do everything to make her life easier from here on out,” Dad said, sincerity ringing clear in his voice.
“You’re going to love her, dad, just you wait. She‘ll have you wrapped around her tiny fingers in a matter of an hour, bank on it,” I laughed, speaking nothing but the truth.
Dad and I sat around in the parlor for hours, making plans on how to deal with Charlie Swan, and his destructive fists. He would suffer for all that he put my Bella through if it was the last thing I ever did.
We discussed ways on finding anything out about Renee, as well. Hopefully she was still alive, but I had bad feelings about this.
(BPOV)
Esme and I made our way into the living room, as the men headed off towards the parlor for a drink.
At first, I was embarrassed, having his parents stand in our doorway with amused faces, realizing that they had heard our latest sex-a-thon moment. I quickly got over the mortification, when I realized that we were married and in our honeymoon stage, so they would just have to get over that bit of information.
Next, I was completely freaking out, worried they would be in an uproar over our marriage and how quick it was. Thinking that it would cause Edward to be remorseful about it, and divorce me because they would demand it.
My nerves were settled the moment Esme whispered in my ear, welcoming me to the family. Apparently, she had seen the amount of love between Edward and me. I would like to hope that my mother was just as understanding as Esme. When she wrapped her arms around me, the dam broke, and my tears fell freely.
As we sat ourselves down, amongst the throw cushions on the couch, Esme took my hand in hers, and rubbed comforting circles on the tops of my hands.
“So tell me how you meet, Edward?” Esme asked in a motherly tone, laced with kindness.
“We meet at his club. My two friends, and business partners drug me there and then left me all alone.” I sighed, seeing that those two could seriously not give a fuck about what happened to me.
“That’s terrible,” Esme frowned, squeezing my hands in hers closely.
“That’s not even the worst. They were always on my ass about being a virgin.” I murmured. Slightly embarrassed.
“Always poking fun, about how I was 24 years old, and still a virgin. That my idea of waiting for the one was pathetic and that I worked too much,” I sighed once again, realizing that friends shouldn’t do that sort of thing.
Apparently, I had begun to cry, because the next thing I knew, Esme had her loving arms wrapped around me, whispering words of comfort in my ear, as she ran her hands over my back, trying to get me to calm down.
“Those weren’t very good friends, if I must say,” Esme said quietly.
“It’s alright. I met Edward that night, once he approached me, it was like my world turned brighter, and I knew he was the one. I didn’t tell him I was a virgin, then of course you know the rest, but once he realized that I was a virgin, it was like something shifted within him as well,” I smiled, remembering Edward’s face the minute he sheathed through my barrier. All traces of a man getting his rocks off were gone, replaced by a man who looked at me with utter love and devotion.
“Edward’s such a wonderful boy,” Esme cooed, still rubbing gentle circles, unevenly up my back.
“He’s more than wonderful, Esme,” I pulled back, smiling widely. I bet you could see doves flying around in circles in my eyes, with hearts hanging over their heads.
“I apologize for your not being at our wedding, you were out of the country, and we weren’t sure of when you would return,” I sighed, hating that I took this moment away from her.
“Nonsense my child, you did the right thing, if it was what you both wanted,” Esme smiled lovingly, hugging me to her chest once again.
“We both just didn’t want anything fancy, and we wanted to start our lives together as one, immediately,” I beamed, so completely in love.
“Carlisle and I were the same way. You know, I was an escort when I met Carlisle,” Esme smiled, lost in her own thoughts.
“I’m sure he’s just as romantic as Edward,” I laughed, going on to tell Esme about all the things Edward had done for me since we had gotten together, how he surprised me by moving my things in without asking, our romantic balloon ride the morning after our wedding took place.
“There should be a video online of our wedding, Esme, if you want to watch it with me,” I grinned, knowing she’d want to see it.
I rushed to get my laptop, bringing it back into the living room, where we cuddled up on the couch, getting comfortable and searching for our wedding video. Once we found it, Esme ‘oohed’ and ‘awed’ in all the right places. By the end, we were both in tears.
Happy tears.
Tears of joy.
We hugged for awhile afterwards, just relishing in the love we had, and what the future had in store for us.
“I’m thankful that it was you, whom Edward chose to spend the rest of his life with, Bella,” Esme admitted, still holding me tightly.
“I’m the one who’s grateful, Esme,” I blushed and smiled.
“So tell me about this company you help run,” Esme asked, excitement clear in her voice.
“Oh, Firefly?” I disclosed, grinning when she squealed.
“Honestly?” She demanded.
I nodded, snorted at her excitement, it was just too cute, and I grinned widely.
“I just love your products, they make me feel sexy,” she laughed, clearly embarrassed that she had just admitted that.
“That’s what we wanted, to make women feel sexy,” I smiled, knowing that we had indeed accomplished what we set out to do.
“Well you do, and you do a damn good job of it. I‘m proud of you.” Esme grinned, placing soft kisses to my hair.
That assertion warmed my heart, I had never had a mother or mother figure in my life, and knowing that Esme, my mother-in-law, who’d just met me, was proud of me, was truly a magical moment.
I wept in her arms after that, for what felt like hours, truly missing what I hadn’t ever had before. I wish I could hold these feelings at bay, not let them bother me any longer, but I just couldn’t.
“Tell me about your mother, sweetheart,” she asked quietly, still stroking my hair.
“There’s nothing to tell. I just know that she left when I was baby. I don’t even remember what she looks like,” I sobbed harder.
“We will find her, I promise,” Esme cooed, making the same, solemn promise that Edward had made mere days ago.
“But just you know, you can call me mom until the day I die, Bella,” Esme murmured, tears shimmering in her eyes.
“I’d love that, Esme,” I beamed, hugging myself closer to her petite body.
“What about your father,” Esme whispered, almost low enough that I didn’t hear her.
“He was a mean man, and I haven’t seen him in years. He used to beat me, kick me around and tell me I wasn’t good enough. Always saying how I was worthless, that I would never amount to anything,” I frowned, hating to talk about my past with Charlie, but knew she needed to hear this.
“I worked my ass off in school, if he would have opened his eyes, he would’ve seen all the hard work I put in. I graduated Valedictorian of my class, had colleges shoving scholarships in my face, left and right. I chose the best school, packed my shit, and left, but not before he got one last, good beating in,” I frowned, tears streaking my face, as I remembered that fateful day.
“Oh, bless your heart, sweetheart,” Esme fussed, holding me tighter than before.
“He started out as a doting father, but on my eighth birthday he changed for the worse. When I came through the door from school, I had homework to do, so I made my way upstairs to finish it, so I could take care of the house and cook. I learned very early on how to cook, and I screwed up the dinner that night, and he got angry,” I held my emotions in the best that I could, trying to just make it through the conversation at hand.
“He drug me through the house, by the head of my hair, and threw me in my room, locking me in until the next morning. It calmed down for about a week, but then the words started to come. Hateful words. Works that break you.” I gasped, sucking in deep breaths, trying to keep the panic attack from happening.
“Shh, shh, It’s okay,” Esme said soothingly, stroking my hair gently. “You’re safe, I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Her words soothed me, comforted me in my attack. When I finally managed to slow my breathing, I continued to tell her more about Charlie. The things he said, and had done.
“Yale turned my life around, I made friends, albeit, friends who knew nothing about my past, but I just didn’t want their pity or maybe it was that, they were my friends, but I didn’t trust them. But I was determined to prove my father wrong, making sure that I worked hard for the things I had gotten in life. I refused to let him win.” I concluded, finishing up the subject.
“You’ve been through a great ordeal, Bella, and no matter what, we stand behind you. We’ll protect you, just don’t hold back from us, okay?” Esme said, pleading with her eyes for me to never hold back anything.
I vowed then and there to let Edward and the rest of his family into my heart, to never keep things from them. He was a good man, and his family was just as good. Edward loved me like no other, that included my faults. Past, present, and future.
I believe, with all my heart, that Edward was sent to me to love and adore me. It was fate, written in the stars long ago. He and his family were sent to patch me up, heal me, and make my life better.
This was a new dawning for me. A chance to let go of the past, and put forth all the effort in the world towards Edward and my new family. I thought aimlessly, ready to put this idea in motion and move on with my life. If that meant letting go of all the pessimistic people that encircled me, in my life right now, I would cut ties with them as well.
(EPOV)
Dad and I had left the women alone far too long, as we were ready to get back to them. Hopefully, mom learned a far bit more about my Bella in her time with her. They were absolutely two peas in a pod.
“Shall we head back to the women,” Dad asked, a smile upon his face, as he stood and stretched.
We headed back towards the living room, pleased with how our conversation and plans turned out. Charlie Swan was, as good as, a walking, dead man. Upon entering the living room, Bella was wrapped in my mother’s loving embrace, her eyes completely shut, and her breathing evened out. Asleep.
Mom shushed us, as we walked in, telling us that Bella had had a hard evening, and needed her rest. I rushed over, easing her into my arms, and carrying her up the stairs to our room.
Once I had placed her in the bed, I covered her with the soft blankets, and made my way back down to my parents. They were sitting in the love seat, my mothers head on my fathers shoulder. My father was whispering words of love to her, trying to sooth her weeping form.
“Are you alright, mother?” I asked, concerned.
My mother jumped at my voice, clearly not hearing me enter the room.
“She’s just so perfect for you, Edward, and the poor dear has been through so much. How could anyone treat their child so vile?” She asked, anger clear in her pitch.
“So she told you some?” I asked, surprised, and literally shocked that she had opened up so quickly to my mother.
“Yeah, she filled me in on a lot, and don’t be taken aback if she doesn’t start opening up and talking more to you now, as well,” mom smiled, patting my knee gently.
“We’ll go now, let you tend to Bella, she needs us all, but you most importantly,” she beamed, love shining brightly in her eyes, as the tears once again began to fall. “You’re both so perfect for one another, and I see great things in the future.”
“Oh, my word! Carlisle, imagine that. Us grandparents!” Mom squealed, bouncing around like a kid that’s been inside all winter.
Once I saw my parents out, my mother’s words came back to hit me. My mind was spinning, Bella and I had not been using protection, nor had she mentioned she was on birth control. Could it be possible? I thought.
Surprisingly, it didn’t scare me one bit, and if I was being honest with myself, I could only hope that she wasn’t taking birth control. I never thought much about having my own family until now, and I was positively beaming, as I made my way up the stairs to my beloved.
I stood in the doorway, watching her even breaths. Her chest gently falling and rising. There had never been a more beautiful woman than Bella. She was beyond perfection. Her hair splayed out across the pillows, hands flailing to her sides.
Again, I was struck by the thought of us having children. Bella swollen round with our child, protecting it, nurturing. The fall of footsteps rushing through the kitchen, on their way out the back door to play. Watching them push one another in the old tire swing, that hung from the big oak tree. Playing tag, or hide n’ go seek. The thoughts only made me smile bigger, and I hadn’t realized Bella was awake, propped up in the bed, watching attentively.
“Hey you, what’s got that big smile on your face?” Bella asked softly, patting the bed beside her, as she moved to sit up in the bed.
I unhurriedly made my way towards the bed. At the foot of the bed, I kicked my shoes off, and slowly began to crawl up the bed, towards her. Once I had made my way up to her, I crushed my lips to hers, tasting her tongue with mine.
“I woke up, thought I was all alone,” she breathed, but continued, “then I opened my eyes, and there you stood, in our doorway, a smile so big, gracing your face. Tell me, Edward, what we’re you thinking of so fondly that caused that smile?”
“First, it was your beauty. Secondly, I was just reminded of something my mother said before I saw her and my father out. You haven’t ever mentioned birth control before, Bella. Are you taking any?” I smiled, asking, in hopes that she saw what I was getting at.
“No, I don‘t take birth control,” she said, a stumped look on her face for a few minutes, as I remained quiet, letting that bit of information sink into her brain. “Oh, my. Really! You think?”
“I’m not sure, we’ll just have to wait and see.” I smiled, clearly from the looks of it, she understood just how happy I was with this information.
Once she saw my face, she quickly flipped me over onto my back, straddling my waist, a wide smile matching my own.
“This is so much to process, but I’m excited, clearly we both are wanting this,” she beamed, watching me nod my head and grin.
“You’re so unbelievably sexy, Edward,” Bella said, as she wiggled her hips against mine. “It’s hard to believe this is real.”
“Long ago, I could have only dreamed that this was real, Isabella Cullen, but not now, this is completely real, sweetheart. You make me the happiest man alive,” I winked, smiled, and dragged my fingers up to the hem of her shirt. “I can’t wait to see you swollen round, gorgeous, with my children.”
“Please… I need to touch you… To feel you…” I begged, linking my fingers into the hem, pulling it swiftly up her lean body. With that, I raised up, bringing my mouth to her chest, placing loving kisses in a trail, as I unhooked her bra.
“Please… Edward,” she whined, jutting her now, bare breasts in my face.
I wrapped my hot mouth around her peak, nibbling, biting, and sucking all in a rotation. Both our hands made quick work of the rest of the barriers between us. Hips raising, as pants and underwear was pulled down, my arms raised routinely, as my shirt was tugged off.
Bodies completely exposed.
Chests pushed into one another, as the heat mingled between us.
Sweltering flesh against flesh, slick with sweat.
Bella pushed me onto my back. Kissing, licking, and nipping at my neck, as she made her descent down my body. Dragging her tongue across my nipples, nipping them between her teeth lightly.
Her journey continued south, hands roaming and searching my stomach. The gentle touch of her hands across my stomach had my cock throbbing and harder than ever before.
Her hands finally reached my cock, reaching down and wrapping them firmly around my stiff cock.
“Fuck….. Baby,” I hissed, as she began to stroke me with self-confidence.
Hands so fucking perfect around my thick, long, cock.
She positioned herself comfortably between my legs, lowering her head and kissing the head of my stiffness. She swept her tongue along the outside, savoring the juices seeping out.
My cock wept. Fucking wept!
“Feels so good…” I whined, breathe catching in my throat, as my body stiffened faintly. Her mouth engulfed my member whole.
My hips bucked in small movements before I could even relax. Still hissing and groaning in chorus, wrapping my hand in her thick, mahogany hair, spurring her on even more.
Bella’s wet tongue was sliding up and down, base to tip. Her hand followed, pumping my length, before engulfing me once again in her hot mouth. I felt myself, in the back of her throat, as she relaxed around me.
Her swollen lips, as I watched on in pleasure, turned me on even more than necessary. Bella’s tongue was swirling around inside of her mouth, along my engorged shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed out, bringing her hand up to cup my balls, my head fell back and my eyes closed in satisfaction. My cock slid in and out of her mouth, as her tongue continued to sweep up over the head of my cock.
My dick was swelling and twitching to some extent.
Breathing unevenly.
“Fuck… So close… Feels so good, baby,” I grunted, in a low husky voice that I didn’t know I had in me.
My balls were cupped tighter then, as she took my length to the back of her throat, humming, teeth grazing my member unconscientiously, as she pulled me back up to the tip.
Hoarse grunts exhaled from my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I cried out, as she dove forward onto my cock once again, slamming me into the back of her throat, as my release shot through me like fireworks.
She drank my release hungrily, licking my shaft free from juices. I watched in euphoric happiness, as she licked her way up my length, releasing my member with a faint pop from her flushed cheeks.
The air hitting my sensitive cock made me cry out and my hips thrust upwards. My chest was heaving, the grip on her hair loosening up a bit.
Bella raised her head up, a smirk playing on her lips, as my pride for my beautiful wife tripled.
Gratitude clear in my face, as my relaxed bliss continued.
“Fucking amazingly perfect,” I whispered, as she smiled and crawled her way back up my body, dropping kisses here and there along the way.
My cock began to stir again, as she once again straddled my waist.
I lifted myself out of my own bliss, ready to show her my love. My mouth meet hers, our tongues dancing against one another, as I plunged head first into her mouth.
Mr. Cock Is Hard Again, was ready to play again.
“I need you inside of me,” she whimpered, bucking her hips into mine.
Loudly groaning, I rolled our bodies, perched above her, as her legs fell open. I pulled her arms over her head, holding them down with one hand, while I lined myself up at her opening with the other hand; her legs falling open wider.
Looking her directly in her eyes, I whispered my love for her, as I pushed my length into her aching, wet, hot pussy.
“Please,” she wiggled, trying to take me further into her body, swallowing me whole.
I could see the struggle in her eyes, trying to will them to stay open and not roll back into her head. The battle won, as she watched in great rapture, my body moving above her.
Moans of pleasure fell from her lips, as I moved in slow, deep thrusts in her confined heat. Her hips began to meet mine, as our bodies pushed and pulled together.
“Edward,” she sighed, relishing in the feeling that was created.
Feeling her tight walls wrapped around my rock hard cock was absolutely fucking erotic. The sensations, pure heaven. I could only imagine the feelings she felt, having my cock stretch her.
Bodies slick with sweat.
Gliding against the other.
“I need your weight,” she begged, trying to pull me down closer.
I lowered my weight down onto her body a little more, knowing she loves to feel the weight, as I brought my mouth to hers, kissing sensually.
Breaking the kiss, still pumping into her deep and slow, I brought her hair to the side, kissing along her neck, trailing my nose back up to her mouth, breathing in her sweet scent.
The air between us was thick and hot, but we continued to rock together, swallowing the other’s breathes, continuing to push and pull the other closer to our releases.
With one final thrust, she fell over the cliff. Her walls began to pulsate around me, causing me to fall to my own release, spurting rapidly into it‘s sanctuary.
I finally allowed her to pull my full body weight against her petite frame, as we laid in bliss, letting our orgasms fade in their own time, enjoying the post-orgasmic moment.
“I love you,” I whispered against her neck, placing a lazy kiss, here or there.
“I love you, too,” she whispered in return.
After what felt like hours, I rolled to the side, pulling her along with me. Our bodies aligned together, molding themselves to the other.
Sex had always felt rushed in the past, with the other women, always forceful, never tender. I loved the person I was becoming with my Bella.
With more thoughts of pattering children’s feet against the kitchen floor, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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