✾ 100 Hours ✾ [Complete]

18.5 Hours...and counting

Owner of the Fic A/N: Hello my lovelies! This is my contribution to the Fandom Fights Mental Illness compilation that the amazingly talented AgoodWitch put together. It was an honor to be a part of it and hopefully helped to spread the word about it and shake off some of the stigma that's attached to it. It's nothing to be ashamed of, trust me, I know.

Thanks to everyone that contributed to it.

I don't own Twilight...or do I? (dun, dun, DUN)

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"Edward Fucking Cullen!" she screamed through pants. "You are never touching me again!"

Bella lay in the labor bed, feet in stir-ups, her business opened to everyone in the room but she had eyes for only one person. The term "if looks could kill" was made for moments like this one. Edward swore she was shooting laser beams at him and was seconds away from being dropped to the ground.

"Baby girl, just breathe," he told her, trying to stay calm.

"Breathe? There's a fucking person coming out of me and you want me to breathe! Get the hell out of here!"

He knew she didn't really mean but he started to walk toward the door.

"Wait!" she called, now crying. "Where are you going? Don't leave me."

Edward walked back to the bed, but not before looking over to Dr. Gerandy and rolling his eyes. This was the fifth time they did this.

"Baby, I wouldn't ever leave you," he said placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm so tired. Can't I just stop for awhile? Please?"

"Bella, you need to keep pushing, the baby is starting to crown," Dr. Gerandy told her. "I'm sorry, but you can't stop right now." She fucking hated that sadist.

Bella yelled through another contraction and wondered how the hell she ended up here.

Oh right, she thought. Celebratory unprotected sex.

She had just received a promotion and Edward had taken her out to celebrate. They had a little too much wine and add the fact that it had been almost a week since they had last had sex, all rational thought flew out the window. He was on her as soon as they made it into the house. Pressing her against the door, he devoured her mouth while pushing her dress up to her hips.

"Baby girl, I need you so bad."

"I know me too but we don't have to rush," she said trying to slow him down.

"But I want to fuck you," he practically whined. "It's been forever."

"A few days is hardly forever," she told him as he slipped his fingers into the band of her thong and pulled it off.

"It's been six days, Bella. That's unfuckingacceptable," he said.

Before she could give him a snarky reply, he ran a finger up and down her wet slit. He was right of course, six days was not acceptable. She pushed her hips toward his fingers, hoping he'd go deeper but he wanted to tease his wife. Edward continued to just run his finger between her lips then brought his finger to his mouth and licked her juices from it. When her legs had started to shake, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to their bedroom. Bella's bare ass was next to his face and he gave it a good slap, loving the moan that escaped from her mouth.

Putting her down on the bed, he quickly disposed of her dress while she reached up and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. She was lying there in nothing but a red lace bra and Edward thought she'd never looked more beautiful. He took his clothes off and picked up her foot kissing each toe before moving to her ankle, then calf, then knee. When he made it to her thigh, he gave the skin there a nip with his teeth before spreading her legs. Edward loved the way she opened her body to him. His amazement of her total trust in him had always awed him.