Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Game Of Love

By Momma2Fan

Chapter 18:

Vows

EPOV

I lay in the bed and contemplated my future. My surgery had been successful, now all I had to do was make it through physical therapy. I still had a long road, but I am a determined motherfucker and I will play ball again.

“Bella, you need to leave and go get something to eat babe.”

Bella had been by my side for the last three days, only leaving when I forced her to.

“I’m fine.”

“I get that, but you need to think about the baby.”

“Come on, Bella, I’ll go with you.” My mom stood up.

Bella sighed, “Alright. Do you want anything?”

“Sure, a cheeseburger, fries and a shake.” I smiled.

Bella smiled and stood up. “You got it. I love you.”

“Love you too.” I kissed her softly and smiled when she reluctantly left. As soon as the door was closed I had the remote in hand and was turning on the game.

I couldn’t watch when Bella was here, since she got overly excited. It was in the fourth inning and Emmett was up to bat. He swung at a beautiful pitch, but missed. He was then thrown what were obviously balls, but the fucker behind the plate was blind.

“Come on you fucking idiot. I can see they’re balls and I’m not there.” I yelled at the TV.

I kept the game on and continued to yell profanities at stupid calls, but we still won. I turned it to ESPN and waited for my dinner.

~~GoL~~

It had been two months, two fucking months and I wasn’t getting anywhere. I was still unable to put much pressure on my leg, despite what the therapist had said. “Dammit!” I yelled in frustration.

“Edward?”

“Sorry, babe. I’m just frustrated.”

Bella walked around the corner. I guess I should say waddled, since she was entering her seventh month. Her belly seemed to get bigger every day. And her appetite for sex was bigger too. It’s like she couldn’t get enough, not that I was complaining.

“Edward, you are gonna get better and you are gonna play ball again. I know you will.” She smiled as she sat beside me.

“Thanks, but I don’t know anymore.” I said sadly.

Bella sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder. I hated to be a downer, but my future in baseball was looking bleak.

~~GoL~~

BPOV

I am getting married today. I woke up alone and desperately needing to pee. The baby had settled itself on my bladder and had decided to stay there. I got to the bathroom as quickly as possible and relieved myself. I had barely gotten out of there when Alice was in my room telling me to get in the shower. I shrugged and turned back around and stripped. I stepped in under the warm spray and began my morning ritual. Once I was squeaky clean and had shaved what I could reach, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked out to my bedroom and found Alice, Rosalie and Esme waiting for me.

I was plucked, pulled, moisturized, and fluffed. Finally, I was deemed ready for my dress. I slipped into the cool satiny fabric and zipped up. My dress had a jeweled halter top with a tulle neckline and a beaded empire bodice. It was floor length; I wasn’t sure how safe that would be since I couldn’t see my feet.

I was finally ready and we all headed out to the waiting limo. The wedding was being held at an undisclosed location, so we wouldn’t be hounded by the pap’s. The location was actually the place Edward and I had met, the stadium.

Alice sent a text to Jasper letting him know t we were there. Just as we heard the music begin over the loudspeakers, Carlisle walked up to me.

I looked over to my friends and Esme smiled and nodded. “Go ahead. I’m coming soon.”

They each gave me hugs and turned to go take their places. I turned to Carlisle and smiled as I felt the tears well in my eyes.

“Carlisle, I want to thank you for doing this.”

“Bella, you are like a daughter to me. I am honored you asked me to give you to my son.” He leaned in to hug me. “Your dad would be so proud of you.”

The tears fell at his words, “Thank you.”

We heard the music change and he held his arm out to me. “Let’s get you married.”

I smiled and placed my hand in the crook of his arm and walked to greet my future.

~~GoL~~

EPOV

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Bella in her wedding dress. Even seven months pregnant she was gorgeous. I barely heard the minister as he began to speak. I only saw her. My beautiful Bella, my life. I didn’t hear the minister ask me if I took her as my wife.

Everyone chuckled and Emmett nudged my arm.

“I do.”

Then it was Bella’s turn.

“I do,” she whispered, tears shining in her eyes.

Next thing I knew Bella was pressing her lips to mine and we were announced husband and wife. Bella was my wife, my forever…all mine.

The reception was short as Bella tired easily and my knee needed to be rested. Our honeymoon was put on hold until after the baby, so we just spent a couple quiet days at home. We weren’t allowed to make love, but we did have a little fun. We mostly lay curled together and watched movies and just were. It was fantastic.

~~GoL~~

I returned to therapy after the wedding and put myself through grueling workout after grueling workout. I pushed until I was told to stop. Apparently, I was running the risk of re-injury. I didn’t want that, so I finally took everyone’s advice.

It was two months after the wedding that my therapy was put on hold completely. Bella went into premature labor. Granted she was only three weeks from her due date, but we were scared nonetheless.

Bella was frightened, as was I, but I knew everything was going to be fine. After three hours, she was progressing fast and the doctor informed us it was time for her to push.

“Okay, Bella, on the next contraction, I want you to give me a good push. Ready, push!”

Bella took a breath and pushed, “Oh, holy shit! Edward, you are never touching me again!”

“Breathe, baby.” I egged her on.

An hour later and countless pushes a small cry filled the air. “It’s a girl!”

I cut the cord and looked at my daughter, knowing my life had just changed forever.

“She’s beautiful. Thank you…I love you, baby.” I kissed my wife as she held our little one.

“I want to name her Charley Grace. Charlie after my dad and because it means strength and Grace, it means gift.” Bella looked up at me.

“Charley Grace Cullen. I love it. I love you,” I smiled as my lips met hers.

“I love you too,” she whispered.