Mature warning

The send off was emotional, safe the say. Bella and Felix had appeared out of the house, her face flushed in bashfulness. There being clear, salient, points of her and Felix having sexual intercourse. sex to put it in mild form of context. Her crimped turquoise floral brides maid dress disturbed, re-adjusting her underwear. Felix having a triumphant, bold grin. Hair in different kind of disarranged.

Dad, mom, Dan, uncle amen and Charlie had given their seperate individual interpretations of a 'stay safe' speech. Prayers. Charlie reminding myself I would continue to have a place to call home, at his.

I could hear the repetitive noise of Jacobs howls in my mind. The sound haunting my conscious. During the car ride, to the air port, I couldn't stop each thought of what ifs from occurring. That was short lived however, I gave a visible and audible exhale. It was not long in the travel to the tarmac, where we enter the plane owned by Carlisle.

The honey moon destination is a surprise, which I fail in attempting to have Edward disclose. " So, you aren't going to tell me, where we are having our first night as a married couple?" I settle in, folding the sleeves to my white cotton shirt.

He doesn't budge. " Nice try, Mr Cullen. The surprise won't be valid if doesn't remain such." Edward's voice is rasp, a husk in the way he spoke. He puts down both arms, enclosing and filling the space of our bodies. His grip on the chair pressurising the leather, it groan. " you will just have to be patient." I lean up, inching close enough he smirks.

" What if I don't? What will become of me. Edward." Lust infiltrates his eyes. It manifesting in how his entire eye balls turn pitch black, in hunger.

He was definitely aroused. I was sure of that much, I could smell the hormones. " Just wait. When we get there." His words are strained, finding the restraint. " you'll see."

The travel to our honeymoon destination lead to Rio de Janeiro. Vibrant night life, of cultural diversity and traditional dancing floated in the streets. I could hear beating drums, whistling, as the locals appreciate the art of their home. singing in Portuguese, beating to the rhythm and creating tunes in entertainment. Edward drapes an arm over and around my shoulders, the motion of the taxi rolling through the night life creating an ever lulling sensation. " please pull over." Edward tells the driver, in reply the car turns in to a free space.

" What do you have planned, Mr Cullen." I ask, raising both eyebrows, in light-hearted ness. He gave a bright smile. " to show you the culture, and cultivate in the present. And enjoy what Rio de Janeiro offers. a surplus being I saw you staring out and wanted you to experience this." Our hands never disconnect, grasping harder as we direct over-selves in the maze of partying men and women.

Banjos, accordions, and saxophones could be heard drowning out each person vocalising and dancing. Neon coloured Beaded necklaces clatter in unison. 'There is no short of couples kissing tonight', each turn I take there is people having intimate moments.

Edward pauses walking, then does he turn to face me. He flushes my body, tight, to his own. I initiate the kiss, he in response grabs the nape of my neck giving a soft grunt of contentment. Guiding his hand up, to the soft surface behind my ear, entangling his fingers in my hair. our lips moulding together.

" I love you, Mr. Cullen." He says, in the gapes of his teeth. " and I you, Cullen, too. From the heavens to earth." I murmur, nuzzling his nose with mine.

At a boating dock, in a port surrounding yachts, I was seated inside a motorboat. Edward was placing our belongings in the luggage space, stepping over the bags to take his place at the drivers seat. " So, we are not having our honeymoon in rio? That is sort of a disappointment to me." I gave a huff, inflating my cheeks. He does a roll of his eyes. " We have the time to come back, don't be pessimistic. And no, not rio. This was simply a pass through." If not here in this beautiful country, then where to future is my question.

" Are we close? I am feeling the patience I have thinning." I never had this much excitement, and nerves, in my eighteen years old living. He didn't give a straight answer, turning the ignition on. " You will love it. Don't you worry." Edward tells me, as if that didn't intrigue me further. The boat lurches forward, water ripples in the wake of it leaving the port. I could thank my inability to feel motion affliction, having the sea creating miniature waves. In the horizon, I could see a silhouette of an island. " That is Isle Esme. It was gift from Carlisle." A whole island being gifted was something I never anticipated.

Edward docks the boat, allowing for me to step out and off to the jetty. I take off my shoes, soaking in each sand grain and particle of water residue. " this house is incredible. The design is pristine, open." The wooden exterior and foundation was made resistant to the salted air made by the water. Two stories, I counted. Botanical plants of the array sort and trees encompass the home.

I get half way to the front entrance, before being swept off my feet by Edward. Quite literally. 'Oh my goodness. I am seriously being lifted bridal style.' " Would you call this a necessity, Cullen?" I chuckle. He turns his body to open the door which revolves. " I am nothing if not a man of tradition. Besides, I will take an opportunity given to hold the love of my life, in my arms."

Real smooth, Cullen. Real smooth. he places me down, gently, once inside. I bask in the interior, the neutral warmth and colouring suited the houses aesthetic. " Want to take a look around as I get our things from the boat." I face him, before I gave a nod. Not having the words to speak.

I let my feet guide me around the different rooms, familiarising the houses arrangement. Arriving to the bedroom Edward and I would be 'sleeping' in. becoming conscious to the reality of what consummates a marriage, Especially being in a honeymoon, I begin feeling the ductile fabric of each curtain. A northern breeze, wind, flushes on my face. It could be the humidity biting my cheeks, I was made aware to physical heat rushing to my face. I take a quick glance, noticing Edward.

He situates his own bags down. Mine, being new Louis Vuttion travel baggage mom and dad gave as a wedding gift, are placed on an end table on the bed. " Are you tired?" I was a great deal of energetic, call it a rush of excitement.

Edward held my hands, and i become self-aware to how I am acting. 'He must think I am nervous. Far from that actually.'

I shake my head, in 'No'.

" You want to go for a late night swim?" The crash of waves create a serene sound, which brings a sense of calm comfort. " I could go for a swim. I just need a few minutes." Just need to bring down my nerves. If I was closer to Edward for more than a few seconds longer, I would implode. He understood, leaving a lingering kiss on the crown of my head. Going outside, un-doing his shirt from his pants, he unbuckles his belt.

'I need to brush my teeth. My breath is revolting.' I could smell the condensation on the bathroom floor, from the ocean water. I had bought in the toiletry bag, that stored toothpaste and gum.

I turn on the faucet, the pipes vibrating, and water falls out on to my toothbrush then applying the paste. " Get yourself together, Malachi. He is your husband. I don't think he would care or be concern about bad breath." I say, a loud, to the air. I undo each button of my own shirt revealing my tank top, ridding my body of the material.

Leaving me half bare and naked in just the pants I wore. " will you stop with the self deprecating, young Malachi. your mate is waiting for you." Balthasar scowls. " thanks for the vote of confidence." I scornfully reply. " If you need me to take over, I am all for having control." I could feel the teasing in his tone. My jaw drops.

" Don't be contemptuous, Malachi. I know you are no saint when it comes to the thoughts you have." He gave a glamorous laugh. " Now go."

All I had covering the lower half of my body is a towel. I wander on the beach shore, finding Edward wadding in the illumination of the moon. Water moving past and around him, in his place. My hands disrobe and remove the cloth of towel, the night breeze making an imperceptible shiver pass over my exposed body. Entering the water, submerging to where my waist is, I pause and gaze my face up at the beauty of the moon. The beams I could feel radiating on my skin. Edward guides his hand over my un-cladded arm.

" You know, Edward. Tonight, I don't want for you to hold back. I'm ready." There was nothing I knew or have certainty of then right now. I wanted to conceal our relationship, marriage.

" I did make the promise we would try. I need you to tell me if I begin to hurt you. I am aware of your tolerance for pain, that is something I want to value, but being intimate means the fear of losing control. I don't want to cause any injuries. What if.." I decide he was talking too much nonsense, silencing his speaking, enclosing my lips on his.

He circles each of his arms, close and around my torso. Threading my fingers in his dampen hair. " I have healing properties. I can heal faster than another supernatural, perks of being the product of an Angel." I gave a mere shrug, outlining his lips.

" Rough is what I want. Don't shy away, now." A green light clicks on inside of his mind. He attaches his lips to mine, nipping the sensitive cuticle of my bottom lip. I could feel each sensation of his bare body, heated passion aroused in my veins. The domination prevails for Edward, to who lifts my legs wrapping around and circling his waist. I guide my own hand to the sensitive skin of his earlobe, giving soft bites and tugging at it. My teeth graze his neck, in the heat of the moment I feel my teeth elongate in fangs and masticate, penetrating the external porcelain skin. His gasp phases in to a unkept, restrained growl. I hadn't become informed of how I could bite Edward with no thought of him being decimated to nothing.

In the time I had to lean back, my back was touching the sheet decorating the bed. Wasting zero time, he abruptly with no warning lifted my hips holding the left side of my bottom. Bucking my legs, tight around his hips. His eyes were wild; feral. Nothing but black with deranged sexual urgency. Need and want. " I trust you." Those were the words to continue. he positions his naked self hovering over my own, before inserting his solidified, cold, penis in the hole of my rectum. Above my anus. pain, is what I feel at first, not having the use of another persons gentiles being inside of me. It was quick to fade in to a euphoric pleasure.

Edward begins thrusting, hard. My nails dig, drag, along his back and I am positive laceration indignations were made from the scratching. " Harder." I rasp out, curving my back in an arch, eyes rolling back to my brain. He uses the beams of our bed, for support, rolling his body faster; unrelenting. Harder, harder until the pressure of his hands destroys the bed head. I don't know if it was possible for him to climax, for me the metaphorical knot in my abdomen breaks. feeling the pressure fade.

I get the confidence in taking Edward by his arm, switching our bodies. He is underneath, applying incessant force to my legs and thighs. i begin gyrating and sensually moving in circular gesticulation, starting a repetitive pattern, on his cock. Edward does a guttural moan, shuttering, in pure ecstasy. I put my hands on the desecrated headboard. " It's good to be on top." I say, having an urge of dominance.

" I like you in this position." I smirk, being in control felt riveting. Powerful.

I surrender. having Edward continue be on top, as I savour his lips. He slow downs, placing his head on my chest. I became aware of my breathing, laboured, my heart erratically thumping inside of my rib cage. Our breathes moving in the same time.

" Even as a vampire, you are out of breath." I laugh, he lifts his face to mine. Searching my own, a tiny smile etches on his rosy lips.

" I love you." That is the second 'I love you' in the time we've arrived. " I love you, too. Edward. I love you." He gave a peck on my lips. " Round two. If you have the energy and momentum for it?" In an automatic response, and manner, my eyes roll.

One week turns to two in the time on Isle esme. There was much to discover, exotic animals and plant life indigenous to the region, and inclusively adding a waterfall which Edward and I had investigated. exploring the wonders the island had to provide, even being in awe of a macaw perch on a tree.

The beautiful patterns and vibrancy of colours making me appreciate the creation my grandfather made. 'Earth is truely magnificent.' Hiking through the forest, and finding species of birds not seen in the states, excited me. I had taken pictures to show Bella.

I say a few silent words of curses, turning on and heating the stove to make scrambled eggs but it wouldn't comply. The fire burns hot, before I let the impulsive thoughts of throwing it. " I am thankful for Gustavo and Kaure for supplying the bacon and eggs."

Edward introduce the house-keepers, native to the mainland of Rio. Where he currently is hunting as of means there was not an animal he could feed on here.

I use the salt grinder to season my eggs. 'I am quite thirsty now I think about it. I saw orange juice in the fridge.' And was certain there was chicken which needed to be eaten before expiry. There was a craving establishing inside of me. 'never felt this hunger before.' The chicken crackles in grease, paprika and cumin powder is added for spice. The space becomes an aroma of sensational senses, and smells. I bring the heat down, completing the cooking of the poultry in my dish. I take a bite, then a second. My hunger was at an alarming high.

I freeze. Dread overwhelms each molecule of my being. There is a sense of impending fear, doom. I kneel over and grip my lower stomach. nausea was prickling my body, bile rising, I sped to the bathroom. Any and every contents of what I was eating before evacuating in the bowl of the toilet. I could feel violent, convulsant, heaves controlling my body.

My eyes start compulsively changing colours, in the reflective stain ceramic case of the toilet cover.

'Something is wrong. I can't.. I can't feel Bella. And why do I feel there is a change in my body.' This was genuinely a thing to be of concerning. " Malachi." Edward. I hadn't had the sense he return. " Evade your eyes from this, Cullen. this is definitely not my best look." I use the lever to flush the toilet, clean of my vomit. I situate myself to face Edward who crouches.

" in sickness and in health. Remember? The sight of vomiting is nothing of the sort to scare me away." He is too good to me, honestly. 'It must have been that chicken. I swore I cooked it thoroughly.'

" I must have undercooked the chicken. Food poisoning. Even with invulnerability, I am no match for the chicken. Great." I joke. Edward smirks, then it's slow to fade when noticing my own face altering in a frown. " I can't sense bee. And.. cannot bring this feeling.." I stand, to my feet, he makes room for me to move.

" Change inside of my body. It's as though Bella isn't here. My uncle explained we have, share, this universal coalition. A bond. Our lives are bounded by a gold thread... it's disappeared. I can't feel her. Edward." I feel gesticulation of movement in my bowel region. My eyes, pupils, dilate in surprise. 'What in the heaven above.' My hand attaches to my stomach. An instinctive move.

I caught a brief glimpse: look of myself in the body length mirror. An impossibility in my mind, occurs. Just below my abdomen, there a sight obscure and small enough to make visible. A prominent, protruding, growing in width bump. I couldn't have possibly gained weight, I have a high metabolism that burns calories off.

'This couldn't be possible. Genetically, and biological. I just can't. How.' the phone inside of edwards khakis's is abrupt to intervene my train of thinking. Ringing. I take the persisting mobile phone out, answering.

" Alice?" I knew it was her.

" Malachi. Are you alright? I couldn't see.. I couldn't see your future. Anymore. And that.. I.. I can't explain it or how that is possible." She is frantic, fearful. I didn't have the comphrension of what she was referring to, my hand was still securing its place on the surface of my stomach. " what happen.. Alice? Alice..?"

The phone is given to Carlisle, I knit together my eyebrows at noticing Edward stoic and unnaturally still.

" Malachi. What is the problem?" I conjure an answer, not even having confidence in my answer. The dread rising to a magnitude, I could sense nausea returning.

" I don't believe it, myself, Carlisle. I know this as a biologic contrariety but I think I may possibly be pregnant." The feeling comes again, I am aware to an irregular flitter. There is an agonising silence. Even I had to pause, think. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. Echoes in the space of my brain for thinking.

Every decent sources of rationality evades my thoughts. Carlisle does a sigh, as he was less inclining to tell me information. " Malachi. I need you to keep an open mind, on what I am going to be telling you. But.. Bella, too, is pregnant. The irony of it being we became aware, today."

Bella is pregnant. The grip on the phone loosens. But I never allow it to drop. " Bella? Pregnant?" Hearing commotion, speaker buzzing from interference and Rosalie arguing in defence of bee, then the voice of Bella enters my ear.

" Kai. Is it true.. you're, too, pregnant. That.." I didn't have any explanation. Edward comes out of his shock, to reality. he takes the phone. His voice is distorted, as my back hits the glass window. The reality of my condition coming in to a realization. 'I need to talk to my dad. My uncle. I need an answer.

Did they know of my fertility, how I could bear children.' I hear 'thing' to 'It' out of Edward and leaving his mouth. In reference to the growing child in my stomach. 'This is a forming being. a baby. Not a thing.' I void my face of any emotion.

" We are leaving, now. Carlisle will take care of that thing, inside of you." I hadn't acknowledge Edward clearing out the room, piling our clothes and necessities inside of suitcases and bags. Thing. Thing. Thing. It repeats excessively in my mind.

On the travel back to forks, I hadn't spoken a word. In disbelief of hearing Edward speaking full of malice, hate, to the developing baby. I concentrated on being reunited, with Bee. The Cullen residence came in to the distance, Edward manually stops the car.

Bella came out of the house, her eyes sullen and sunken. She runs in to my arms before I too return the hug. I don't care to speak when Edward stalks inside, Felix; of guilty conscious and not meeting my eyes stays in the position at the front entrance.

'Things are going to change. Indefinitely.'

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JASMINE SPEAKS;
— I am very sorry for the delay of updating. I lost inspiration a quarter time in writing this chapter three weeks ago, and it just return. But, oh my. Malachi is pregnant. I wonder how that could be a biological factor and possibility? If you have your theories write them in the comment section. Bella and Malachi sharing a pregnancy, didn't see that happening, now. I hope I wrote the sex scene right.