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Prompt: Tart
We were laying lazily in bed on a Saturday afternoon when he reached over and brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened willingly and was pleased with the delicious taste of raspberries and flaky crust. As I took the pastry into my mouth, I let my tongue gently brush against the pad of his thumb. He groaned and gave me a sinful look before attacking my ribs with his long, beautiful hands. I screeched and was laughing so hard I was losing my breath. He just grinned at me and kept tickling. It was perfect.

Every so often, when work was killing either of us we would spend a Saturday in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. We always indulged in things that we normally wouldn’t. Decadent desserts, mimosas all day, and other shall we say libations that were rare for our seven year relationship. I liked it because it reminded me of the beginning of our relationship. The newness and wonder of getting to know someone, He liked it because we had sex all day (c’mon, he’s a man), and I guess it reminded him of the beginning too.

So here we are on our nice comfy bed, naked and he’s feeding me a heavenly raspberry tart. I love those damn little pies. I love these days. It’s our time to regroup and sometimes put the focus back on us. We could be serious or childish here. It was a safe zone, neutral like Switzerland. Some of our biggest decisions were made on these Saturdays. Edward first told me he loved me, I had asked him to move in with me, he had asked me to marry him, all on a Saturday like this. When put in that perspective it was my turn to drop the bomb.

I thought for sure he had already suspected, I mean he’s a doctor he should suspect. But he hasn’t said anything to me about my increased sexual appetite, or my crying fests, or the fact that I have weird cravings. I hated raspberries, he knew this but was feeding them to me and I was chowing down like it was ambrosia. He would smirk at me, get that other look he has, the one that says I can’t get anything by him. And I never could.

I liked it though. I was never one for playing games and neither was Edward. I think that’s one of the reasons we worked so well. From the beginning we both told things like they were. But this was big, huge, monumental. We were going to be parents. Finally. After four years of trying we were going to have a baby. Actually we were having two but he couldn’t know that so at least I could surprise him a little.
Before he could feed me another piece of my new favorite food I laid the little ultrasound photo on his chest. Now to me you couldn’t really see much, but like I said, he’s a doctor so maybe he could tell from this one that there were two babies. He picked it up and looked at it and one second I saw both joy and sadness pass through his eyes.

“Bella? Are you? Are we?”

“Yes love, we are pregnant.” I made sure not to give anything else away.

“And the doctor is positive?”

“Doesn’t the picture speak for itself?”

“Actually the last couple of weeks speak for itself but yeah, the picture confirms it. But why would you be getting a sonogram already?”

I knew this would come up. And because he was Edward he would accept my answer and not hold a grudge.

“Baby, you were so broken when I miscarried again that I wanted to make sure that this was going to happen before I told you.”

“I wasn’t the only one that was broken Bella.”

“I know that but you didn’t see yourself afterwards.”

He gave me a sad smile and gently kissed my lips.

“We’re having a baby.”


“Technically I’ll be actually having the baby.”
“Shut it wench, you’re spoiling my moment. Can I call Carlisle and Esme?”

“Sure but don’t you want to see the other pictures?”

“There’s more?” My man was so excited.

“Well there’s one more.”

“Oh, ok.” Now he sounds like someone kicked his puppy.

“Well the first one doesn’t really give the full effect.”

“There’s a ‘full effect’?”

“Yeah since you can’t see them both on the one.”

“I want to see them both…Both? BOTH?” Now I have his attention.

“Yup, both. Apparently twins run on one of our sides of the family.” I say this sarcastically because hello, he’s a twin as is his mother.

“We’re having twins?! Two babies! I have got to call my mom and dad.”

He hops out of bed and runs around looking for a phone. I sit and smile then reach over to his side of the bed. I pick up the rest of the tart and begin to eat it. I could hear him coming back into the room, telling his mom to get his dad on the phone. As I’m wiping the crumbs from my mouth, I can’t help but think how sweet life is going to be.