Cassandra was awakened on Edward's chest. She got out of bed and dressed in the clothes she wore the night before. Her face lit up as she remembered the night. She is madly in love with Edward.
She was feeling sick to her stomach. She dashed into the bathroom from their master bedroom and, unsurprisingly, puked. Someone then kneeled behind her and held her hair back. He gently rubbed her back with his free hand.
She finally came to a halt and spit into the toilet several times before standing up. She flushed it and then went to get her toothbrush. She squirted some toothpaste on it and began brushing the foul taste from her mouth.
When she looked in the mirror, she saw Edward with a horrified expression on his face. She spits out the toothpaste and finishes brushing her teeth. She shifted her gaze to face him.
"What's the matter?" she inquired. He took a step closer to her. He drew her in closer by her hips. She looked down to see that he was still naked. She blushed as she looked up at him.
"Are you okay?" he inquired, concerned.
"I'm fine, love; it's just morning sickness, which is normal for pregnant women," she said, smiling at him as she felt his prominent bulge on her back and he spoke in her ear.
"Then how about we do our morning sex?" he said quietly, and she could hear the smirk in his voice as he gently kissed her collarbone. He let her go after she hummed in response. "Wait a minute, you need to eat breakfast first, it's not good for our baby," He said.
He slapped her behind after she walked away. She jumped slightly.
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Cassandra entered the kitchen and found Edward waiting for the microwave to finish. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter. He stood between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs. "Where are the kids?" she inquired.
"They went out shopping with their grandmother," he explained as he gently rubbed her thighs.
He knelt and spoke to her stomach. "Hello, little boy or girl in there. I'm your daddy. You'll see me in nine months and even though I can't see you right now, I know for a fact that I love you. I love you very much and your siblings. Be good inside and don't give mommy a hard time, okay?" He finished kissing just above her belly button and stood up.
Seeing him like that brought tears to her eyes. He was kind and compassionate.
"And I love your mother as well. I love her so much," he said to the baby, his gaze fixed on her. She covered her mouth with her hand, preventing the sobs from escaping.
He looked at her with concern as tears streamed down her cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb as they continued to fall. "What's the matter, sweetie? Aren't you excited to have another beautiful baby?" he asked, his voice smooth and soothing.
"I'm just happy, love. I'm so happy to know that I'll bring life to this earth, and I'm even happier to know that you'll be there with me every step of the way," she said, smiling at him.
She felt his hands slip beneath her thighs and lift her from the table. He drew them over to the couch and sat them. She was now sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. "Listen, sweetie, I want you and our children for the rest of my life. I will always be a good husband to you and a good father to our children that always ready to protect his family. I love you so much, Cassandra. I can't live without you. I swear to you, I will always be there for you," he said. He moved his gaze from her eyes to her belly, then back to her eyes.
"There's an amazing human growing inside of you that will change our lives forever, and it's going to be our happiness," he kissed her again on the forehead.
"I planned dinner plans for tonight at a very fancy place; we need to leave around 6:00 to get there by six. Wear a dress or something because it is very very classy," he told her. He lowered his gaze to her stomach.
"And I love you too!" He exclaimed, kissing her right above her belly button once more, causing her to giggle.
"All right, go get ready; it's 3 and I know how long it takes you!" he said. He stood up, lifted her, and placed her on the ground.
He kissed her lips as she walked upstairs to get ready for this soon-to-be-perfect night.
It was already 5:30 p.m., and she admired herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a purple dress that reached her mid-thigh. It was a high-low, so it flowed out in the back, which she liked. The top was strapless and tight, with a cute silvery leafy pattern running down the side of her waist. It was by far her favorite dress.
Her makeup consisted of a silver smokey eye with a simple winged eyeliner. She wore fake lashes that flared out and simply completed the look. She exited the bathroom, slipped on her silver sparkly pumps, and was ready to go.
She looked at her phone and saw that it was 5:40. But it was also exploding with text messages.
"I know where you are, honey; you look lovely; and, in any case, I miss you."
"F*ck, who's this anonymous number; it's freaking me out," she mumbles as she nearly slips her cell phone as she tried to reply. "Who are you?"
Not a minute later the anonymous number replied, "It's me your honey, Anthony."
"Stop pranking me! He is already dead. Tell me, who are you? please leave me alone!"
"I will for now. But afterward, I am going to get you and f*ck you so hard."