Your voice is a
place I want to take
a place that makes
me feel safe and soft
~ Zaeema J. Hussain
Nervous excitement didn't even describe what I was feeling. I was giddy, my head was reeling and I jumped like a cat every time I thought I heard Edward's precious voice. It didn't stop me from seeking him out, jumping his bones every chance I got, and practically stalking him wherever he went.
I'd burned breakfast just that morning when he walked into the kitchen after his shower wearing loose athletic shorts and not another damn thing, his chest tanned from jogging shirtless and so muscular. I simply couldn't help myself when I pulled him to me, grabbing his head and pulling it down to kiss me. By the time the smoke alarm went off, he was sweaty enough to need another shower and our clothes were strewn all over the floor. I could only laugh as he stood naked, waving a towel in front of the insistent alarm while I ran water in the pan of eggs I'd dumped in the sink.
"Think it's funny, do you?" he growled, coming back and scooping me into his arms for another round.
Edward had been home for seven weeks, and I was the happiest I could ever remember being. We'd spent almost every waking moment together when he wasn't at work, each of us content to adjust to living together. When he suggested we take a trip back to the meadow one weekend, I was more than eager.
We hiked the woods, and I tried to marvel at the green and the moss and the nature. But I had something I was bursting to tell Edward, and it crowded in my brain until I couldn't focus on anything else. He held my hand in his as we grew warmer, and I had to stop and pull my hair up on my head to alleviate the sweat on the back of my neck.
When we finally arrived, Edward pulled the light blanket out of the backpack he wore, spreading it across the grass near the water. It was breathtaking, the way I knew it would be the last time we were here. I drank from the bottle of water, standing and looking across the field to the mountains in the background. Wiping my brow, I turned to Edward, thinking I would just say what was on my mind.
But when I spun around, he wasn't standing next to me like I thought he was. No, Edward was kneeling on the blanket, holding his hand out to me. I was aware that my breathing had picked up, but I didn't realize I was crying. I knelt next to him, gripping his hands in my own.
"Marry me, Bella. You have made my entire life better, and shown me what love truly means. I only ask you to give me the chance to love you in return for the rest of our lives."
Edward had the most beautiful expression lighting up his face; he was radiating contentment. I needed to say yes, of course I wanted to marry him and bind him to me in every way I knew how. I opened my mouth to say something, but it was not an affirmative answer that tripped off my tongue.
"I'm pregnant, Edward."
I was not at all nervous at the idea of proposing to Bella. I thought of nothing but her and my family while I was overseas, and how I would love nothing more than to move in with Bella and marry her. My mom giving me my grandmother's wedding rings was just confirmation that I was doing the right thing. I knew she was nervous about something, understandably a little clingy, but happy. Bella never stopped smiling, her face constantly lit from within with her radiance.
I had a feeling the meadow would be the ideal setting for the proposal. Though she would never shy away from the spotlight, I knew she also loved to spend one on one time, just the two of us. It was warm, a little muggy with rain due later on, but the walk was short. I could tell Bella was nervous as we hiked, and I suddenly wondered if she knew what was coming and was uncomfortable with it. When we stopped, she gazed around at the truly lovely landscape; the river that flowed from the Olympic mountains as a looming backdrop, wreathed in white clouds, the pines green and lush surrounded by flowering plants. The wildflowers were in full bloom, yellows, blues and whites nodding with the tall grass in the breeze.
I positioned myself behind her so she would see me when she turned around. I'd rehearsed what I intended to say, but it all left me in a flash when she met my eyes as I knelt in front of her. She joined me, and I spit out the truth; she was the best thing to ever happen to me.
I certainly didn't expect her next words. "I'm pregnant, Edward," she blurted.
There was stunned silence on both our parts, as I imagined that was not intentionally said. But then it occurred to me, she was waiting on me to speak as much as I was waiting for the same from her.
"Is that a yes?" I asked gently.
Bella smiled tentatively, relief dawning on her features. "I just- I don't know how. I mean, obviously it's because we've been bunnies since you came back, but I don't know what happened to my birth control-"
"Bella, sweetie, it's awesome. I'm so excited to join my life with yours, and it seems like we did just that without knowing it."
She breathed out a loud sigh. "I didn't think you'd be upset, but I just had to say something. I had to share it with you, it was killing me." She wiped at her tears. "Oh, and yes!"
I held the ring up again, and she put her hand out so I could slip it on her finger. It glinted prettily in the sun's rays, the oval diamond surrounded by smaller ones on a rose gold filigree setting. It was old fashioned, but suited her perfectly regardless. I leaned her down on the blanket, kissing her softly before resting my head over her stomach.
"Hello, baby." I heard her intake of breath but went on. "You may have been unplanned, but you are so wanted. Daddy loves you already, maybe more than I love your mommy."
At her giggle, I looked up at her tear-streaked face. Moving back up, I looked down into the twin liquid pools of her eyes. "l love you so much that I don't know if I'll ever love anyone more than you. But the little one will give you a run for your money."
I kissed her face as she pulled me closer until her trembling lips met mine tenderly. The gentle, soothing kiss soon turned heated as her tongue explored the recesses of my mouth and I tangled mine with hers. Everything else fell away as we kissed, and it felt like my heart was skipping beats as I focused on the sheer pleasure of her. She urged my shirt up over my abdomen and stroked her fingers over clenching muscles. When she grabbed my waistband, I sensed her urgency and shed my clothing quickly. Her shorts landed on mine as she yanked her own clothes off, and she gazed up at me as I loomed over her.
"Are you sure you won't hurt yourself?" she murmured as her hands roamed through my hair.
We'd avoided this position since I returned, and any other that required weight to be mostly on my legs instead of hers. "I'm positive, Bella. I want to cover you, fill you, love you," I answered quietly.
She trailed her hands over my back and down to my ass, pulling me towards her. "Then by all means, Jack. Fuck me."
It was the fantasy I'd had before my deployment to take her here in the open, among the wildflowers and sunshine. Her sighs and moans were carried away on the breeze as I entered her warmth, sinking into her welcoming wetness and feeling her legs grip my hips. I tried to be gentle, but I couldn't help setting a fast pace.
"Oh, fuck, Edward," she soon panted against my neck as she arched into her orgasm.
It seemed like I could go on forever being inside her this way, but instead I let go and just let myself feel the clenching of her muscles against my cock. "Only you have ever made me feel this way, Crush," I whispered in her ear as I came, pressing into her hips tightly.
The first drops of rain sprinkled my back as I struggled to come back to reasonable consciousness. Lifting my head, I kissed her soundly and tickled her sides. "My bare ass is getting rained on," I complained, grabbing her hand and hauling her to her feet. I offered her clothes to her first before dressing myself. The steady sprinkle eased up as we made our way under the cover of the thick trees, content to hold hands and meander back to the car.