45. Doctor Edward

EPOV

I had been sitting here, rocking my angel for three hours now. Three long hours. Every time I would try to stop, so that I could carry her to the bed and tuck her in, she would become restless and start squirming around, causing that pretty blue nightgown to ride up her thighs. The material was gathered up around her tiny, but prominent hipbones now. I made sure to keep my hand on her belly, preventing it from rising any further. Anyway, when her squirming started, I would simply shush her, and start up the slow rocking motion again. She would calm right back down and be lulled back into a deep sleep. Again.


I was becoming slightly frustrated because I'd really rather she be laying on the bed, but apart of me…the sensitive and nurturing part of me, loved that she loved that I loved to rock her. If that makes any sense. I couldn't help but love it. She was adorable in her unconscious insistence that I rock her.


Hmm…maybe I am getting better at this parenting crap.


I was drawn out of my thoughts by the sounds of her whimpering. I looked down to see her thin brow furrow, and her little bottom lip jut out into a pout as another slight whimper escaped her. I cupped her bruised cheek and ran my thumb along her slightly swollen bottom lip. When she rolled to her side and curled herself into me, I glanced at the clock to see that it was just after 1am.


"Shhh…" I tried shushing her and took to lightly rubbing her back.


"Owwie…" she whimpered and rolled so that she was laying on her back again. I let my hand trail on to her side and eventually land on her belly with the movement.


Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at me with bleary eyes. I furrowed my brow in concern and cupped her cheek again, lightly running the pad of my thumb under her left eye. She sniffled.


"Baby girl, what's wrong?" I asked softly in a whisper.


I watched, confused, as she slowly raised her knees, and placed her feet on the arm of the chair. She whimpered again as her right hand drifted down to cup her sex through her white cotton panties.


She gasped, "Owwie…" then began to cry.


What the hell?


I glanced at her face, only to see that tears had begun streaming out the corners of her closed eyes. I gently gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from that…area. I quickly kissed her palm, then placed it on her belly.


"C'mere baby," I suggested softly, to which she opened her eyes and stared up at me as she continued to weakly cry.


I hooked my hands under her shoulders that lay on my thigh, and lifted her to my chest, standing when I did. She clung to me and buried her face in my neck.


"Ed-waaard, my owwie…hurts," she told me through her cries.


"What hurts, angel?" I asked softly in concern as I began the usual pacing. I lightly trailed my fingertips along her spine, gently coaxing an answer out of her.


"My cuntie, Ed-waaard," she hiccupped as the first sob wracked her small body.


My eyes widened as I slightly pulled her back so that I could look at her. "Why?" I asked, perplexed, my voice no longer a whisper.


"D-dunno…" she told me with a little shake of her head.


"Oh, sweetheart…" I sighed and placed a cool kiss to her forehead, hugging her back to my chest. She sniffled and tightened her grip on my neck.


I turned to walk back in the direction that we'd come from, and tried to think of a reason why my Bella's…pussy would hurt. And if it even really hurt. Was it all in Isabella's head? Did she just have a bad dream? I gasped and let out an involuntary growl as I suddenly remembered that Marie had been to La Push for three whole hours yesterday.


What the fuck happened?


I gritted my teeth and asked with great hesitance, "Did something happen? Someone hurt you?" My entire body stiffened as I awaited her answer.


She subtly shook her head again, pressing her wet cheek to mine. "No," she mumbled through her cries.


I let out a relieved sigh, but then went right back to being confused again. Why would she be hurting down there? After a minute, my mind strayed to a few medical possibilities. I knew that I would have to ask more questions, so I let myself go into doctor mode, because I would not permit Carlisle to be involved in this. Even if he is better equipped to handle medically-related things, he most certainly would not be taking a look at her, and I knew that he would want to. Especially if an exam was involved. Alright well, I've got four medical degrees. I can be Doctor Edward for the night.


I took a few calming breaths, pulling in my angel's heavenly scent, and sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping my mate straddled in my lap. I flicked the lamp on and Isabella hid her bleary eyes from the new light by pressing her face into the side of my neck.


Once I coaxed her head off my shoulder, I gently pressed my lips to her smooth forehead and caressed my cool fingers through her long hair, and down her back, willing her to calm down. With every exhale, she breathed in my sweet venom-tainted breath, and with every inhale, I breathed in her sweet aroma.


When her cries had sufficiently quieted down, and she was breathing somewhat normally again, I gazed into her tired eyes and smiled reassuringly at her.


I'll take care of you, baby girl.


She blinked once and reached her little hand down in between our bodies to cup her sex through her panties again. I watched the movement with great concern. She whimpered when her hand made contact and I shushed her, kissing that runny little nose. I didn't want her to start crying again.


I reached for the tissue box that was left on the bed after Marie's punishment and plucked a single tissue from the box. I made quick work of gently wiping all the salty tears away and kissed both of her rosy cheeks when I was through. I folded the thin paper material in half and held it up to her adorable button nose, instructing in a soft voice for her to, "blow". She did, and when I was satisfied that all the wet mess was gone, I perfected my bedside manner voice.


"When did it start hurting, sweetheart?"


See? Carlisle's not the only one with skills.


She stuck her thumb in her mouth. "Bedtime," she mumbled in a tired voice that cracked.


I nodded and noticed that both of her hands were in places they shouldn't be at the moment, but chose to ignore it for the time being. I had to concentrate on figuring out how to ask her questions that I knew were going to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to stay professional, and keep up my awesome bedside manner voice.


"How does it hurt, angel?"


She furrowed her brow at me in confusion and sniffled, but otherwise remained silent.


Okaaay, let's start with bathroom etiquette.


"Okay, does it hurt to potty?" I clarified quietly with slightly squinted eyes.


She shook her head. "Mm-mm. it don't hurt to pee, Edward," she mumbled around her thumb.


I nodded. "Mm-hmm, and do you wipe when you're done, angel?"


She nodded. "Wipe all clean, Edward," she mumbled her assurance.


I sighed, "Good."


Well, damn.


I was hoping that it would just be a simple case of slight irritation from her not wiping properly, and there being a bit of urine left on her sensitive skin. I mean, she is five. It was a very plausible possibility. Oh well. Next round of questions…


I hesitated before I asked quietly, "Isabella, have you been touching yourself?"


She gazed at me curiously. "Huh?"


I blinked. "Um…like you are now, angel," I told her with a pointed look to where her right hand was at the moment.


She took her thumb out of her mouth and traced the wet tip along her bottom lip for a few seconds, seeming to think about her answer. She sighed before she asked, "Play with my cuntie?"


I swallowed some venom and nodded. "Mm-hmm," I hummed in agreement.


She shook her head. "I do it for Daddy, but he's not here…"


I had a very hard time suppressing a growl at her reply. I clenched my jaw and reminded myself, once again, to stay fucking professional. Something was wrong with my mate. I needed to find out what it was while remaining calm for her. Losing it now would only scare her and make matters worse. I sighed and thought of another possibility.


"Okay, baby love…when you're in your bubbles, do you wash up really good? Do you wash all over? Everywhere?"


She nodded and sniffled, getting upset again. "Edwaaard, it hurts," she whined with a furrowed brow.


I kissed away the little pucker between her thin eyebrows and murmured, "I know, angel…I'm trying to figure out why."


She nodded and stuck her thumb back in her mouth.


Coming to the conclusion that the cause for her discomfort was not bad hygiene, I sighed and stood from the bed, keeping her in my arms. I turned around and gently laid her down on the mattress, so that she was comfortably placed in the center of the gold comforter.


She popped her thumb out of her mouth and gazed up at me with tired chocolate eyes. "Edwaaard, I want my pretty stars…my biiinky…" she told me with a whine.


I nodded and walked over to the desk, retrieving the yellow pacifier. I strolled back over to where my little girl lay and bent over the side of the bed, leaning down so that my face was hovering over hers. I swept some hair out of her eyes and slipped the pacifier between her pink puckered lips. I stared into her eyes, hoping that she trusted me enough to be okay with this next part.


"Angel love…?" I said softly.


"Hm?" she stared back with watery eyes.


I kissed her temple. "I'm going to look and see what's wrong now, ok? I have to take your panties off," I informed her, softly fingering the slight curl of her bangs.


She nodded and I gave her a small smile, grateful for her trust in me.


"It won't hurt, I promise," I assured her softly.


She nodded, the yellow plastic of her pacifier slightly moving against her lips now.


I kissed her smooth forehead and hummed against it's warmth. "Hmm…Fuzzy bear is worried about you, sweetie. Do you want to cuddle him while I'm doing that?" I asked, trying to provide her with a distraction from what I was about to do.


She nodded and mumbled, "Want Fuzzzzzy…" around her pacifier.


"Okay, love."


I stood from the bed and retrieved her stuffed bear from the small plastic basinet on the floor where it lay next to her baby doll. I walked back to the side of the bed and handed her the toy. She took it from me and hugged it to her chest. I watched for a few seconds, making sure her attention stayed on the brown bear, before I went over to the foot of the bed.


Her knees were angled up and her feet were planted on the mattress. I gently grabbed her ankles and pulled them toward me, so that her legs would lay straight. I kept my eyes on her the whole time. She was lightly running her small fingertips across the top of the bear's head.


I silently asked Jasper to reign in every single trace of lust that might occur once I got her panties off. I needed to remain serious and professional so that I could figure out what was wrong. I couldn't let my dick get in the way of that. He assured me through his thoughts that he would.


I softly skimmed my fingers along her hipbones before hooking an index finger into her panties on each side. Isabella slightly stiffened and moved the bear off her chest and lay him at her side, placing his head in the crook of her shoulder, then looked down her belly at me.


I smiled reassuringly at her.


She stared, the plastic on her pacifier never stopping it's subtle movement against her lips.


I sighed. Looks like the toy is not going to provide a distraction after all.


Useless bear.


"Okay princess, I'm going to take your panties off now," I informed her, still keeping my soft bedside manner voice in place.


She nodded silently, her fingers pinching the tip of her bear's ear.


I looked away from her critical stare to focus on my task then. I lightly patted the outside of her bare thigh. "Lift up your bottom for me, angel," I instructed.


She did, and I slowly slid the white panties down her smooth legs. Once I slipped her feet out of the little holes, I folded the tiny piece of fabric and gritted my teeth.


I sighed, "Isabella, I love you," and set the folded panties off to the side, before I allowed myself to look back at her.


"Love you too," she mumbled around her pacifier.


I nodded and looked down at her face, instead of the area in question.


Our eyes locked and I gave her my best reassuring smile before I asked, "Are you going to be a big girl for me?"


She nodded. "I'm a big girl, Edward," she told me.


"Good girl. Does Fuzzy bear not wanna play?" I asked, looking at the stuffed animal that was currently snuggled into her side.


She subtly shook her head. "He's tired…"


I nodded. "Ok then…"


With one last swallow of venom, I put my trust in my brother and looked down at my Bella's sweet, and smooth, and bare, and heavenly pussy…only to find that it didn't quite look the same as I remembered it. I furrowed brow, perplexed, as I critically scanned the slightly tinged pink skin of her bare folds. It definitely looked irritated.


What…is going on?


"Angel, I'm going to touch now," I informed her, never taking my eyes off of her irritated skin.


I didn't wait for her response. I gently placed two fingertips on the hot skin, one tip on each fold. She gasped and I immediately looked back up to her face.


"What is it, baby?" I asked in concern.


"Hurts," she whimpered.


I nodded. "I know, I need to find out why," I informed her softly.


She hooked her thin index finger into the pacifier's handle and slipped it out of her mouth. "Cold…cold fingers, Edwaaard," she whined.


I nodded apologetically. "Sorry, baby love, I'll try to hurry."


She sniffled. "Kay."


I turned my attention back to my task at hand and used my two fingertips to spread those little lips apart. I silently gasped when I saw a bit of a white discharge gathered at her small entrance.


An infection.


But how?


I quickly used my fingertip to wipe the discharge off her sensitive skin, knowing that it was that substance that was causing her irritation and discomfort. I grabbed a tissue from the box by my side and wiped it off my finger. I nodded to myself, knowing what the problem most likely was now. She reached her right hand down to cover herself, now that my hand was no longer on her skin, but I caught her wrist before it could reach it's destination.


"Uh-uh," I muttered an admonishment.


She whined in protest. "Edwaaard…"


I ignored it. "Tell me how you hurt, angel. I need to know. Does it sting…itch-" I trailed off before she cut me off.


"Itchy-hott," she told me.


"So it burns and itches?"


She nodded. "Mm-hmmm…hurts," she told me, then stuck her pacifier back in her mouth.


I sighed. "Alice…Esme. I need one of you to run to the store, here in town, and pick up a box of Monistat. The one-day treatment. My Bella has a yeast infection," I whispered off to the side in vampire frequency.


I'll go Alice thought at me.


"Thank you," I responded, still in our frequency.


I picked up Isabella's panties and showed them to her. "I'm going to put these back on you for now, baby girl, but they'll have to come back off again soon."


She nodded, tiredly rubbing her right eye with a tiny fist. I gently slid the cotton panties up her legs and instructed her to lift up her bottom for me again. She did, and when her panties were back on, I hooked my hands under her shoulders and shoulder blades, then picked her back up. I held her to my chest as she sniffled, slyly wiping her nose on the top of my shirt.


Awesome.


I rolled my eyes and made a mental note to change my shirt as I walked us in the direction of the bathroom.


"We need to wash our hands," I told her.


She slowly nodded. "Wash 'em all clean…" she mumbled in agreement.


"Yes."


I turned the bathroom light on and set her down on her feet, then instructed her to wash her hands with the Dial foaming anti-bacterial soap. She smiled and pumped some white foam into her cupped palm. She mumbled, "Bubbles," around her pacifier as she rubbed her hands together. She kept rubbing them together, looking amused at the foamy soap in her hands.


I reached around her and turned the faucet on. "Alright, Isabella that's enough. Time to rinse, baby girl."


"Kay," she muttered, then stuck her hands under the running water.


She dried her hands while I quickly washed mine. While I was drying my hands, there was a soft knock on the door. Isabella gasped and looked towards the door, then hastily hid behind me. I shook my head and opened the door, knowing that Esme was on the other side.


I turned to look at my skittish little girl. "Esme is here to see you, baby."


She peeked out around my shoulder and looked at Esme curiously. When she saw the popsicle in Esme's hand, she smiled and walked around me to get to my mother.


"Here you go, dear," Esme said in offering, handing over the frozen treat.


"Thank you," Isabella said sweetly, then took her pacifier out of her mouth and brought the purple popsicle to her lips.


"I hope you feel better soon," Esme consoled.


Isabella nodded and walked around her to go to the bed. I watched her climb onto the bed and place her bear in her lap as Esme began a whispered conversation with me.


"You know, you could have asked me or Alice to look-" she started before I cut her off.


"No I couldn't. Neither of you have any medical training, and Isabella doesn't trust anyone. She barely trusts me, as it is. She views me as some sort of 'owner' and if I were to let anyone look at her in that way, then she'll see it as me letting someone hurt her. And Carlisle was completely out of the question because of his hair color. Besides, she is mine. I will take care of her."


Esme nodded. "I suppose you're right. Alice should be back shortly with what you asked for. If the child needs anything else, don't hesitate to let me know. I can bring up another popsicle as soon as she's through with that one…" Esme trailed off suggestively.


I watched as Isabella continued to alternate between her pacifier, and her popsicle being in her mouth with a smile on her face.


I shook my head and gave my mother a small smile. "No, thank you. One popsicle will be enough, I'm sure."


She nodded and left the room then. I flicked off the bathroom's light switch and walked back into the bedroom.


"Edward?"


"Yes, baby?"


She took the pacifier out of her mouth and placed it on the bed, the popsicle obviously winning out. I grabbed it and moved it onto the nightstand.


"My movie…my princess bell?" she asked brightly.


I nodded, observing how she seemed wide awake now. I didn't like that. It was 1:38 in the fucking morning. She would be going back to sleep as soon as I got that medicine in her.


"Beauty and the Beast again?" I asked, walking over to the flat screen.


"Yah-huh," she agreed, then stuck her purple tongue out and took another lick of her popsicle.


I powered the TV on and pressed PLAY on the dvd player, since the movie was still loaded onto it's menu screen from last night. The movie started and Isabella smiled.


I sat down on the bed next to her and leaned up against the headboard. I was not looking forward to this next part. When Alice returned, I would have to get her panties off again and do the actual 'treatment'. I groaned quietly in frustration and watched as Isabella cuddled her bear while she watched her juvenile movie. She kept squirming slightly and fidgeting in her spot, no doubt from the discomfort that accompanied the action of just sitting down. I reached out and lightly trailed my fingers along her back, trying to provide her with some small degree of comfort.


Now that I think about it, a yeast infection doesn't seem all that out of the blue. With the amount of stress that my Bella's body has been under lately…what, with therapy, getting over a cold, and finishing her menstrual cycle, plus her change in diet. It actually makes sense for something like this to happen. Just one crisis after another. Oh well. I can handle it. I can give her the treatment and make it all better for her. I had to.


Isabella whimpered just as she finished swallowing the last bite of her grape popsicle. I shushed her, but she began squirming around again. I smelt the salt of her tears just as she began to actively whine and pout.


I sighed. "Okay…"


I gripped my hands around her thin waist and picked her up, bringing her over to sit in my lap. I kissed the back of her head and lifted her nightgown a bit, so that her panty-clad bottom would be pressed into my cool skin. I kept my arm around her waist.


"Better?" I asked softly.


She sniffled and nodded, keeping her attention focused on the screen. I kept my mouth pressed to the back of her head and inhaled, smiling at her scent. I knew that the cold from my lap would help her overheated and irritated skin.


I heard Alice returning home then. She was out of her Porsche in a split-second, and soon, she was dashing up the steps to our bedroom. She knocked softly on our door, causing Isabella to jump slightly and turn her complete attention to the bedroom door, princess bell movie completely forgotten.


"Edward, don't let nobody hurt me," Isabella whispered, gripping my forearm that was currently around her waist with two small hands.


I furrowed my brow in concern and kissed the skin behind her ear. "No one is going to hurt you," I whispered in her ear.


She nodded so I called out, "Come in, Alice."


My sister poked her little head in through the crack of the door then, and held out the shopping bag to me, indicating that I needed to come and get it.


"Alice, will you please just bring it in here and hand it to me?" I asked, a bit irritated, and nodding pointedly to the pouty little girl in my arms.


Alice quickly shook her head. "Gotta hunt," she squeaked out, before she lowered the bag and dropped it on the floor, then took off like a bat out of hell down the stairs.


I read her thoughts then, and was surprised to find that…wow, she was definitely feeling the burn. She hadn't hunted in quite a while, now that I think about it. Of course, I wouldn't have noticed something like that, as all my attention had been focused on my mate, and my mate alone, lately.


Isabella called out softly, "Bye Ally," a second later, but it was too late. Alice was already long gone.


I kissed my sweet girl's cheek and lifted her off my lap, placing her back on the bed, by my side. She turned her attention back to the movie while I stood from the bed and walked over to where Alice had dropped the bag. I opened it to find a small box of Monistat One. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had listened and gotten the one day treatment. I wasn't sure if I could give my girl a treatment seven nights in a row.


Thank you, Alice.


I went back to the bed and grabbed a pillow, then moved it down by the foot of the bed.


"Isabella, baby…come lay down over here. Put your head on the pillow, sweetheart," I instructed gently.


"Edward?"


"Hmm?"


She crawled over to the foot of the bed and lay down sideways along the mattress. She rolled onto her stomach and burrowed her face into the soft pillow, making a soft humming noise.


"Baby, roll onto your back…" I suggested.


She rolled over and settled onto her back. "What you gonna do?" she asked curiously, looking up at me.


I held up the small box for her viewing pleasure. "It's time for the medicine, baby girl."


"But what you gonna do?"


I shrugged. "Give me a second to read the instructions, lovey. Watch you're movie for now," I suggested.


She nodded and popped her thumb into her mouth, turning her head sideways to look at the flat screen. I sighed at the sight of her thumb and reasoned that it was still bedtime, so I would allow it. I set the box down on the bed and went over to the dresser to change out of my shirt, remembering how she had tried to inconspicuously wipe her nose on me.


When I was done with that, I went into the bathroom and opened my Bella's feminine hygiene drawer. I found the package of wipes quickly and plucked out a few, knowing that I would need them for this task. I walked back to the bed and set the three wipes down on the gold comforter. After opening the packaged box, I emptied it's contents onto the bed.


There was a thin plastic applicator, a tiny white egg-looking thing, and a small tube of something. After inspecting the tube further, I found that it was a cream to be used externally and it would help my mate's skin feel better. I smiled at that, glad that my little angel would have instant relief.


I grabbed the small piece of paper and quickly read through the instructions. It said that after the tiny white egg thing was inserted, it was recommended that you wear a pad on your panties. I nodded to myself and rushed back into the bathroom, pulling open the same drawer. I grabbed the now-familiar pad and strolled back into the bedroom, over to the dresser.


Isabella remained quiet, her intent focus stayed on the Disney movie. She started humming along with the song currently playing as I opened my Bella's panty drawer and selected yet another pair of white cotton panties. I discreetly ripped the plastic covering off the small pad and went about the task of attaching it onto the inside of the fresh pair of panties. Once the pair of padded panties was prepared, I walked back over to the bed and set it down next to the three moist feminine wipes.


I sighed and reached down to lightly skim my fingertips along Isabella's hipbones again. Her eyes immediately shot over to mine, and once again, I smiled reassuringly at her.


"Do you want Fuzzy again, baby girl?"


She shook her head, "He's sleeepin'…" she mumbled around her thumb.


I nodded. "Okay, I'm going to take your panties off now, angel. When I'm done, you can put them back on," I assured her, keeping my voice soft.


She nodded.


I hooked my index fingers into the sides of her panties then. "Okay, lift up for me, love," I gently coaxed.


She did and I slowly slid the cotton panties off of her. I balled them up, and quickly walked over to the closet, then threw them in the dirty clothes hamper. Isabella's wary eyes watched my every move. I walked back over to her and caressed my fingers through the silky hair at the top of her head. I bent down to place a cool kiss on her forehead. When I pulled back, I stared intently into her worried eyes.


"It's going to be okay, sweetheart. I'll take care of you, I always will," I assured her.


"Kay…"


"Why don't you watch your movie and I'll be done before you know it. It'll just take a minute, okay?"


She nodded, thumb still in her mouth, so I placed a cool kiss to her little button nose, then went back to the right end of the bed, where my supplies were. I sighed and gritted my teeth at the pink tinged skin on her bare folds. It bothered me immensely that this particular area of her body was hurting her. The area that was especially mine. I would take care of it. Make it all better.


I picked up a wipe and showed it to Isabella. "I'm going to use this to wipe you all clean, baby love," I informed her.


She whimpered slightly, clearly getting nervous, but nodded, nonetheless.


"It's okay," I assured her once more, before taking my eyes away from her face and bringing the cool wipe to her skin. I gently wiped the outside out her folds and made sure to get in between them too, where, no doubt, more discharge had gathered.


"Sweetness, what's your princess bell doing?" I asked conversationally as I folded the wipe in half and ran it along her irritated skin once more.


She tore her eyes away from what I was doing and looked back at the screen, which is what I was aiming for. "She's talkin to her Daddyyy…" she told me, talking around her thumb.


I nodded. "Mm-hmm, and what are they talking about?" I prodded. I had to get her attention focused elsewhere.


"Bout stuff…" she trailed off, her eyes focusing back on my hands.


I internally rolled my eyes at her determination to watch me and sighed. I dropped the wipe into the small trash can by my side and grabbed the tiny tube of external cream. I held it up for her to see.


"Okay sweetheart, now this stuff…this stuff is awesome. It's going to make all of the hurt go away," I told her, gazing into her eyes.


She nodded. "S'itchy-hott, Edwaaard," she told me.


"I know, angel. This will cool it down and make all those bad itchies go away," I assured her.


She nodded, so I quickly twisted the cap off and squeezed a bit of the white substance onto my index finger. She watched, gazing curiously up at me, then flicked her chocolate eyes over to my finger. I sighed and let her look at it for a few seconds before I spoke.


"Alright baby…I'm going to touch now, okay?"


She nodded.


"I'm going to rub this in and it will make you feel better."


She nodded.


"Cold finger…" I trailed off as a reminder/warning before I let my finger make contact with her overheated, pink skin.


I gently and carefully rubbed the cream on the tip of my index finger all over her soft folds. After a few seconds, I dipped my finger in between them and rubbed the remaining cream up and down her bright pink slit.


I could actual feel Jaspers dulling my lustful emotions. I clenched my jaw and looked back into my baby girl's eyes. Her brow was furrowed and her wary eyes had become guarded. I had to tread carefully and keep her talking.


"Does this hurt, angel? Does my finger hurt?"


She slowly shook her head.


"Good," I breathed out. "This is medicine, Isabella. I'm not going to hurt you…I love you," I assured her with conviction.


She sighed. "Kay…love you too," she replied softly.


I withdrew my finger then and used another wipe to get the creamy substance off my finger. I leaned over and placed both of my hand by her hips then. I had to give the cream a minute to start working.


"What's your princess bell doing now?" I asked conversationally.


She smiled around her thumb at me, then turned her head to the side, looking back at the flat screen. "She's waaaalkin…"


I nodded. "Mm-hmm, and where's she walking to?"


"To the kitchen b'cuz she's hungry and all the dishes are gonna sing to her…" she replied.


"Really? Why are they going to sing to her?"


"B'cuz the candle man likes to siiing…"


I noticed how all of her statements were ending with a slight whine. She was becoming tired again.


Good.


I sighed. "Does it feel better, sweetheart? Are the itchies going away?"


She nodded and I straightened back up.


"Okay, now there's one more thing we have to do," I informed her.


She nodded, so I held up the applicator and let her watch me place the medicine egg on the tip of it.


"Wha's that?" she slurred around her thumb, staring up into my eyes.


I hesitated, but then reminded myself, for the hundredth fucking time tonight, that I was Doctor Edward right now. I needed to remain calm and professional and not show any weakness…or nervousness.


Be a fucking man. Take care of your woman.


Right.


"It's the medicine," I told her.


She popped her thumb out of her mouth and looked confused for a second. "But you already done rubbed the medicine on my cuntie, Edwaaard…"


I nodded. "That was the medicine for the itchies, honey. This," I said, pointing to the applicator, "is the medicine for the infection."


She just simply nodded again.


I furrowed my brow in concern because I knew then that she didn't understand…she didn't know that this was going to have to go inside her.


I sighed and eyed her critically. "Are you going to be a big girl for me?"


She stuck her thumb back in her mouth and nodded. "I'm a big girl, Edward," she assured me, before turning her attention back to the movie and watching all the dishes break out into song and dance around the screen.


I ran my hand through my hair, suddenly worried. My eyes focused on her and they squinted as I felt extreme hesitance overcome me.


Should I go slow? Should I go fast? Coax her through it, or get it done before she even realizes what's happening?


Edward do it while she's distracted and do it fast. In and out, son Carlisle's thoughts suddenly advised me.


I nodded, trusting my father's medical advice. Isabella began humming along with the song as I quickly looked back at the instructions on the bed and double-checked exactly what I was supposed to do.


Okay.


Insert applicator, click medicine egg into place, then withdraw applicator.


Okay.


Not a problem for Doctor Edward.


In, click, out…I can do this.


I listened to Isabella's animated humming, as I lowered the hand holding the medicine applicator to her exposed pussy.


"Cold fingers," I murmured, before using two fingers to gently spread open her soft folds.


I kept my eyes focused on what I was doing, and quickly measured up the size of the tiny egg compared to the size of her small entrance. Once I had assured myself that, yes, of course it would fit, I clenched my jaw and quickly inserted the applicator.


Isabella's humming abruptly cut off, and her silence was immediately followed by her the sounds of her cries.


In, click, out.


I quickly pushed my thumb against the base of the applicator, and clicked the medicine egg into place. I withdrew the applicator with ease and dropped it into the trash can by my feet. I was finished before Isabella could successfully finish one cry.


I grabbed the last wipe on the bed and wiped off my fingers as I gazed up at my poor baby's pained face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her jaw was clenched. Her chest moved slightly as she finished exhaling a hiccupping cry.


"Baby girl, I'm all done. It's over now," I assured her softly.


I leaned over her limp form and ran the back of my knuckles along her rosy cheek, willing her to open her eyes for me. "Isabella…" I whispered.


I noticed then that she wasn't breathing. She had finished letting out one single cry, and her chest had stopped moving. Her face was beginning to blush a bright red.


I widened my eyes in panic. "Isabella!" I gripped her small shoulders and slightly shook her. "Breathe, baby. Isabella, look at me," I demanded.


Her eyes shot open as she gasped in a breath and let it out in a loud scream.


Aw, shit.


I bit my lip and stayed leaning over her, furrowing my brow in concern. She panted heavily, sobbing out her cries, as she stared up at me with hurt, watery eyes. She looked almost…betrayed?


I quickly shook that thought from my head and shushed her, running my cool palm over her wet cheeks, and being careful to keep my dirty fingers away from her eyes.


"It's over…" I assured her again.


Her only response was a loud hiccupping sob.


"Shhh…" I tried shushing her, but it didn't fucking work.


I stood straight up then, and began humming to her. I lightly hummed along with the rest of the song that was currently playing on the TV, while I grabbed the fresh pair of padded panties. I bent down and slipped her pedicured little feet into their designated holes and slowly slid the panties up her smooth legs. When I had the material gathered up at her knees, I gently grasped her hands in my own and pulled her off of the bed, so that she was standing in front of me. I kissed her forehead as she exhaled her sweet, warm breath onto my collarbone and chest with her cries.


"Pull up your panties, angel," I instructed, then placed a cool kiss on her runny little button nose.


She nodded, so I stepped back and watched as she bent down slightly and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them the rest of the way up her legs, and eventually over her bottom. When she was done, she looked up at me with those watery chocolate eyes that always broke my heart. I hated it when she cried. She wasn't crying quite so hard anymore, but she was definitely still crying.


I gently took her hand in mine and led her into the bathroom. After a few steps, she latched onto my arm, so I turned slightly and hooked my hands under her shoulders, picking her up, and carried her the rest of the way to the bathroom. We entered the bathroom then, and I flicked the light switch on.


"I'm going to sit you down on the counter, love," I told her and was instantly reminded of just a few hours ago when I had brought Marie in here and said the same thing to her. She was crying also, but for different reasons.


She nodded and sniffled, tightening her arms around my neck. I sat her down, but she didn't want to loosen her hold just yet, so I stayed slightly bent over and caressed her back softly until she was ready to let me go. I continually shushed her and kissed her cheek, and three minutes later, she was finally reduced to the occasional whimper, and her tired arms loosened their hold on me. She let them fall down to her lap, and I kissed away four tears before stepping out from in between her legs.


I turned faucet on and quickly washed my hands, then wet a soft washcloth with the warm water. After I wrung it out, I gently ran it over her flushed skin, wiping away all of her salty tears.


I held a folded tissue to her nose then, and instructed, "Blow."


She did, her rosy cheeks slightly puffing out with her effort. I smiled softly at her.


It's adorable every time she does that.


Now that she was quiet, I decided that I could voice my concerns.


"Did it hurt baby girl?" I asked softly in concern.


"Hm?" she muttered as she looked up at me with tired eyes.


"When I put the medicine in…"


She shrugged and looked away, blushing. I put my fingertip to her chin and brought her gaze back to mine.


"Tell me," I gently prodded.


"Edward?" her voice cracked.


"Yes, baby?"


"Daddy puts things in me too," she murmured sadly.


I gasped and shook my head. "Sweetheart, that was medicine. You have an infection, and that little white egg had to be put inside of you so that you wouldn't hurt anymore. Do you understand?"


She nodded slowly. I furrowed my brow, concerned.


"I would never hurt you," I promised in a strained whisper.


She nodded and held her arms out to me, wanting me to pick her up again. I did, and when I pressed my lips to her rosy cheek, I confessed, "I love you so much, Isabella. You're my special baby girl."


"Love you too," she mumbled in a tired voice.


I flicked the light off and walked back into the bedroom. "That…" I trailed off, then sighed. "Sweetness, I didn't do that to hurt you," I promised, before I quickly asked, "Did I hurt you?"


She shook her head 'no' then laid her head down in it's spot on my shoulder. I sat us down in the rocking recliner and held her close to me as I silently rocked her. It took her a minute, but her hesitant little fingers eventually began their usual descent into the soft hairs at the nape of my neck.


"Love you, Edward," she mumbled into my neck.


"I love you too, Isabella."


She nodded then pulled her chest away from mine, saying that she needed to change positions to finish watching her princess movie. I loosened my hold on her and watched as she ended up in the same position she had chosen before. When she was finally laying on her back on my lap, her head on one arm of the chair, her feet dangling off the side of the other, she smiled up at me. I smiled back and let my cool fingertips play with the long silky strands of her hair.


"Rock-a-bye-baby, Edward," she said shyly, then stuck her thumb in her mouth.


"Okay, baby love," I acquiesced softly, then placed my palm on her belly, and began the smooth back and forth motion of the recliner.


She flicked her chocolate eyes away from me and focused back on the flat screen. After eight minutes of rocking her and playing with her hair, her eyelids became heavy once again. I watched, completely entranced, as she would allow them to close, only to defiantly shoot them back open a split second later. After doing this six times, she furrowed her brow and whined, clearly frustrated.


"Shhh…" I shushed her, knowing that she was fighting sleep. I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was after 2:30 in the morning, and started humming. She needed to go to sleep.


Her eyes flicked over to mine. "Edward?" she mumbled around her thumb.


"Yes, baby?"


"S'no song on the mooovie…" she informed me matter-of-factly.


I chuckled lightly and nodded. "I know, angel, it's your lullaby," I told her, referring to the tune that I had been humming.


She quirked a small smile in the most adorable way. "I got a lullaby?" she asked curiously.


I nodded. "Yes, you do, love. And it's all your's. I made it special, just for you," I informed her with a small smile.


She popped her thumb out of her mouth and giggled. "Hummm the pretty song to me?" she asked sweetly.


So I did. I hummed non-stop for the next eleven minutes, and watched in amusement as Isabella continued her battle with sleep. I decided to up my game a little bit then, and gently smoothed some hair behind her ear, and let my hand on her belly become light, trailing fingertips along her side.


She finally succumbed to sleep two minutes later, as her thumb slipped out of her mouth and a whispered, "Mine," escaped her pretty pink lips.


I closed my eyes and relaxed back into this chair for the second time tonight, praying that she would stay asleep this time.