Arrested By You
by SparklingFae
A/N: As always, my awesome beta NCChris works her magic on everything I write.
Bella POV
It had been about a month since I told Sam that I loved him, and the amazing sex that followed. I had been feeling off the past couple of days, quickly attributing it to a cold that I must have caught from one of Dad's therapy sessions. That all changed the moment I woke up and barreled into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. I knew then that this was more than a little, old cold. I was beginning to believe that I was pregnant.
It seemed likely that our escapade at the police department was the culprit; the timing was right. I hoped after taking a test that I’d have good news to tell Sam.
It took me just a few minutes to go to the small grocery store in La Push and buy what I needed. I was a nervous wreck as I followed the instructions and set my watch for 3 minutes. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as I waited nervously for the results.
Just as luck would have it, Sam came home for lunch while I was waiting.
"Bella, baby?"
I called out in response, my lower lip caught between my teeth.
"In the bathroom, Sam!"
I took in a deep apprehensive breath, unsure if he would want this. Deep down, I knew he would be happy if I was, but I couldn't help being nervous.
"Hey, Baby."
I smiled a little as I leaned forward and kissed his lips.
"Hey, Beautiful," he murmured back and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeper.
I jumped slightly when the timer went off on my watch. It was now or never; I had to tell him that I was either pregnant or not.
Before I could get the words out, he spotted the test and picked it up, his eyes widening when he saw it.
"Something you wanted to tell me, Bella?"
He questioned me with a grin tugging the corners of his lips.
I nibbled on my lip for a moment and whispered, not knowing the results yet.
"I… might be pregnant?"
He looked at the test with a poker face and then back at me, his voice not giving anything away.
"What do you want it to be, baby?"
Before I could answer, he took pity on me and broke out into a massive grin. I felt my heart melting as he pulled my lip free from my teeth, speaking in an emotional rasp.
"We are gonna have a baby, sweetheart."
I was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of emotions, excitement and love. This was everything that I could have ever hoped for from my life. I was beyond a doubt in love with this amazing man and we were starting a family together.
With a whoop, Sam picked me up and delivered a passionate kiss against my lips, leaving me breathless.
We broke apart with breathy, excited laughs.
"Oh God, Sam...we're going to be parents!"
I was positively giddy as I kissed him over and over.
"I love you, Samuel Levi Uley."
He smiled and held me closer, if that was even possible.
"Quo Pat, Isabella Marie Swan."
I didn't know Quileute, but the meaning and emotion was clearly shown in his black eyes.
"We have to tell everyone."
I nodded in agreement, thrilled that he was as excited as I was.
"Let’s arrange a bonfire for tomorrow night?"
He nodded, a huge smile still plastered on his face.
I wasn’t sure who started it, but the next thing I knew, we were lying in a tangle of limbs in our bed, exchanging soft gentle kisses. The need to express the love that had created our child was too overwhelming to ignore, even as our passion was unleashed with the utmost gentleness.
I panted and threw my head back as I felt his lips lower down the column of my neck, pressing hot, sensual open mouthed kisses to my overheating skin. I tangled my fingers in his thick, inky black cropped hair.
"Fuck, Sam!"
He let out a groan as I felt his hardened cock pressing against my inner thigh.
"Soon, sweetheart."
I let a whimper escape my parted lips when I felt his tongue swirl around my rounded peaks; the hot, swirling motion that came with the moist touch of his mouth had me arching my back off of the bed with a garbled plea for more of the sweet torture that he was bringing me.
With my fists tangled in his shortened locks, I writhed my beneath his overheated, impressive figure. I needed more already. Only moments later, he had me begging for more. I needed his cock buried in my depths.
Every touch, every graze of his lips, had my body on fire for more. I loved this man so much.
"Sam, please… baby… I need you now!"
He pulled back to look at me silently for a moment. Then without a word, he sat up, bringing me into his lap and settling my opening over his aroused length.
We both exhaled a pleasured moan at the same time, our bodies coming together in a passionate dance as old as time.
I nuzzled my face against his shoulder while slowly undulating my hips in time with his deep, penetrating thrusts into my waiting body.
The feeling of completeness was beautiful as our bodies slid against one another. My heaving breasts brushed across his muscled chest , leaving a lingering trail of fire burning by even the slightest touch.
The familiar tension that quivered in the pit of my stomach was rising, even in the slowness of our quiet, gentle passion. It was building at an unhurried pace, but I couldn't find it in myself to complain.
Every stroke of his length drew me closer to the yearning release that caused my muscles to quiver and jump with pleasure.
"God, Sam… honey! I'm so close, baby!!"
My words urged him on as we both began to lose it and increase our pace. We weren't frenzied, but still the need and urge for release was making us move faster than we had been.
He smirked and slid his hand down between us, allowing his thumb to press against my clit.
I let out a shaky breath as I felt his thumb rub tight circles over my little button. I surged my hips up and down his massive erection, clenching my inner muscles while I rode him.
His growl and grasping hands on my hips got the reaction I wanted by my ministrations. He slammed my body down, all while pounding into me and grinding every time he was all the way buried deeply into my pussy.
He swelled in me just as I cried out, unable to contain it any longer, my walls spasming erratically around him and my pleasure rippling through me as I found my orgasm.
His own guttural moans erupted right after my mewls of pleasure. I clung to him as we rode out the waves of ecstasy together, our breathing soft pants, perfectly in sync.
We locked gazes and couldn't help our soft contented laughs as it finally really set in.
We were going to be parents… together.
Bella POV
It had been about a month since I told Sam that I loved him, and the amazing sex that followed. I had been feeling off the past couple of days, quickly attributing it to a cold that I must have caught from one of Dad's therapy sessions. That all changed the moment I woke up and barreled into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. I knew then that this was more than a little, old cold. I was beginning to believe that I was pregnant.
It seemed likely that our escapade at the police department was the culprit; the timing was right. I hoped after taking a test that I’d have good news to tell Sam.
It took me just a few minutes to go to the small grocery store in La Push and buy what I needed. I was a nervous wreck as I followed the instructions and set my watch for 3 minutes. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as I waited nervously for the results.
Just as luck would have it, Sam came home for lunch while I was waiting.
"Bella, baby?"
I called out in response, my lower lip caught between my teeth.
"In the bathroom, Sam!"
I took in a deep apprehensive breath, unsure if he would want this. Deep down, I knew he would be happy if I was, but I couldn't help being nervous.
"Hey, Baby."
I smiled a little as I leaned forward and kissed his lips.
"Hey, Beautiful," he murmured back and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeper.
I jumped slightly when the timer went off on my watch. It was now or never; I had to tell him that I was either pregnant or not.
Before I could get the words out, he spotted the test and picked it up, his eyes widening when he saw it.
"Something you wanted to tell me, Bella?"
He questioned me with a grin tugging the corners of his lips.
I nibbled on my lip for a moment and whispered, not knowing the results yet.
"I… might be pregnant?"
He looked at the test with a poker face and then back at me, his voice not giving anything away.
"What do you want it to be, baby?"
Before I could answer, he took pity on me and broke out into a massive grin. I felt my heart melting as he pulled my lip free from my teeth, speaking in an emotional rasp.
"We are gonna have a baby, sweetheart."
I was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of emotions, excitement and love. This was everything that I could have ever hoped for from my life. I was beyond a doubt in love with this amazing man and we were starting a family together.
With a whoop, Sam picked me up and delivered a passionate kiss against my lips, leaving me breathless.
We broke apart with breathy, excited laughs.
"Oh God, Sam...we're going to be parents!"
I was positively giddy as I kissed him over and over.
"I love you, Samuel Levi Uley."
He smiled and held me closer, if that was even possible.
"Quo Pat, Isabella Marie Swan."
I didn't know Quileute, but the meaning and emotion was clearly shown in his black eyes.
"We have to tell everyone."
I nodded in agreement, thrilled that he was as excited as I was.
"Let’s arrange a bonfire for tomorrow night?"
He nodded, a huge smile still plastered on his face.
I wasn’t sure who started it, but the next thing I knew, we were lying in a tangle of limbs in our bed, exchanging soft gentle kisses. The need to express the love that had created our child was too overwhelming to ignore, even as our passion was unleashed with the utmost gentleness.
I panted and threw my head back as I felt his lips lower down the column of my neck, pressing hot, sensual open mouthed kisses to my overheating skin. I tangled my fingers in his thick, inky black cropped hair.
"Fuck, Sam!"
He let out a groan as I felt his hardened cock pressing against my inner thigh.
"Soon, sweetheart."
I let a whimper escape my parted lips when I felt his tongue swirl around my rounded peaks; the hot, swirling motion that came with the moist touch of his mouth had me arching my back off of the bed with a garbled plea for more of the sweet torture that he was bringing me.
With my fists tangled in his shortened locks, I writhed my beneath his overheated, impressive figure. I needed more already. Only moments later, he had me begging for more. I needed his cock buried in my depths.
Every touch, every graze of his lips, had my body on fire for more. I loved this man so much.
"Sam, please… baby… I need you now!"
He pulled back to look at me silently for a moment. Then without a word, he sat up, bringing me into his lap and settling my opening over his aroused length.
We both exhaled a pleasured moan at the same time, our bodies coming together in a passionate dance as old as time.
I nuzzled my face against his shoulder while slowly undulating my hips in time with his deep, penetrating thrusts into my waiting body.
The feeling of completeness was beautiful as our bodies slid against one another. My heaving breasts brushed across his muscled chest , leaving a lingering trail of fire burning by even the slightest touch.
The familiar tension that quivered in the pit of my stomach was rising, even in the slowness of our quiet, gentle passion. It was building at an unhurried pace, but I couldn't find it in myself to complain.
Every stroke of his length drew me closer to the yearning release that caused my muscles to quiver and jump with pleasure.
"God, Sam… honey! I'm so close, baby!!"
My words urged him on as we both began to lose it and increase our pace. We weren't frenzied, but still the need and urge for release was making us move faster than we had been.
He smirked and slid his hand down between us, allowing his thumb to press against my clit.
I let out a shaky breath as I felt his thumb rub tight circles over my little button. I surged my hips up and down his massive erection, clenching my inner muscles while I rode him.
His growl and grasping hands on my hips got the reaction I wanted by my ministrations. He slammed my body down, all while pounding into me and grinding every time he was all the way buried deeply into my pussy.
He swelled in me just as I cried out, unable to contain it any longer, my walls spasming erratically around him and my pleasure rippling through me as I found my orgasm.
His own guttural moans erupted right after my mewls of pleasure. I clung to him as we rode out the waves of ecstasy together, our breathing soft pants, perfectly in sync.
We locked gazes and couldn't help our soft contented laughs as it finally really set in.
We were going to be parents… together.