A cross story between Twilight and Cheaper by the Dozen.

I don't own Twilight or Cheaper by the Dozen in any way possible.

I think you pretty much know the story line. Two adults fell in love and get married and have 12 kids together. Things are bound to get crazy in this one big happy family. Happy? Yeah right. (I will keep some things from the movie, but change some things also.)

The sun was just starting to rise as my husband came home from his morning jog.

"I'm getting too old for this," he panted as he entered our bedroom.

"Need a paramedic?' I asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Just another pair of knees would be nice," he replied, kicking off his sneakers.

I grabbed the manuscript in front of me. "Well, I finally finished my book today." I turned it around towards him to see the cover. "350 pages, clean cover, no peanut butter stains. I'm sending it to Angela today." I smiled triumphantly.

He came over and kissed my forehead then went to my lips. "You know what I was thinking about on the run today?" he asked as he pulled away.

"What?"

"How many years have we been married?"

"It'll be 24 this year," I answered.

"Right," he said, sitting beside me and playing with my brown wavy hair. He looked to the side, staring at our bed. "I was thinking that we could use some change around here." His lips pulled into that sexy crooked smile that I've always loved about him.

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"Well," he got up and went to our bed. "Let's take this lumpy mattress for instance. We should get rid of it." He sat down, and when he did, I heard some faint giggles. I looked at him, and he was still smiling. He could hear them too.

I decided to play along. I got up and went over to him. "Well, honey, you can just pound the lumps out of the mattress." I kissed his cheek.

"Pound the lumps?" He winked.

"Yeah, just start swatting away."

He leaned back. "Just swat the lumps away!" He started, lightly, hitting his hands on the bed as he fell back.

Then in no time at all, a small group of our kids, including our dog, showed up from under the covers. Laughing, squealing, and tickling their father.

"Be careful," I said over them, grinning as I looked at my husband and children.

Twelve is mine and Edward's number. It's the number of basketball games Edward coaches at Washington University. It's the date we met, coincidentally on the twelfth month of the year. It's also the number of kids we have. Raising twelve kids can get really crazy, but having a small family wasn't an option for Edward and I.

Edward loved growing up with his five siblings: Emmett, Alice, James, Elizabeth, and Bree. Since I was an only child, I spent most of my time actually wishing I had five brothers and sisters. I was practically a loner in high school. I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona with my mother and stepfather. After high school, I got accepted into Washington University and decided to live with my father, Charlie, on breaks. He lived in Forks so it really wasn't a far drive. Little did I know that I would find love in college.

Edward was attending the same university as me, and we met after one of his basketball games. His jersey number was also twelve. We swapped numbers and would talk for hours. He asked me out two months later and we became inseparable. His siblings treated me like I was one of them. Alice and Emmett were the ones I become closest with. James kind of creeped me out a bit.

One of the discussions Edward and I had was how many kids we wanted. He wanted eight kids, as I wanted eight. Poof. That did the trick.

Edward and I got married in '86, not long after Emmett got married to his high school girlfriend Rosalie. I let Alice be the wedding planner, and after many arguments, she finally let us invite just family to the wedding. Oh, and Edward's best man, Jacob Black. What a mutt. After our honeymoon, we went and moved to Chicago.

A year and a half later, we had our first child. Ayla Marie Cullen. I loved taking her to work with me. Then after Branden and Kenleigh were born, Edward and I decided that living in the city of Chicago, working two jobs, and dreaming of having eight kids wasn't gonna happen. So Edward called his father and mother, Carlisle and Esme, over in the state of Washington and they got him a job as a basketball coach at Forks High. So, we quit our jobs, packed up everything, and moved across the country.

You could say Edward and I got busy when we moved to Forks. We had Andrew, Sheylyn, Riley, and Evan one year after the other. Instead of having that magic number eight, we had our first set of fraternal twin girls, Bailey and Jordyn. Nine kids.

Edward and I got further with our career plans, but we didn't think about that entirely. Family was the most important. We had our hands full with nine, we were happy and we were done.

But then we were invited to a party of Jacob Black's, and well, let's just say we had too many beers. Nine months later, we had Mason.

Then in 2006, Alex and Ian got us to number twelve. Right after that, Edward finally got a vasectomy. We already had the big family we wanted and more.

EPOV

"Riley, be careful on skateboarding in the house!" I called after him.

"'Kay, Pops," he replied.

"Okay, kids. Go get dressed and start helping out to start the day!" I ordered the kids as they left the bedroom.

"Branden missed his curfew again last night," my beautiful wife said. "Take care of that, please."

I nodded my head, and saw Shey banging the bathroom door with her hockey stick. I lifted her up so she'd stop hitting the door, and she grabbed a hold of the doorknob. Guessing it's locked. Then that means…

"You can only spend so much time in there, princess!" Shey yelled. "The face doesn't get any prettier!"

"You made me smear my eyeliner!" Kenleigh yelled back from inside. "Guess what that means? I get to start all over again. HA."

"Temper, Sheylyn Rose," I told the pre-teenager in my arms. "Hurry it up, Ken!"

Chaos, you think? Eh, it's not all that bad. I've grown up in a big family my whole life so I'm used to it. I carried Shey into her room that she shared with Bailey and Jordyn and headed towards Branden's room.

"Have you seen my frog, Dad?"

"Sorry, Branden..." No, that's not his name. "Alex…" No. "Ian..."

"Evan, Dad," he answered for me.

"I knew that."

I knocked on Branden's door, letting him know I was coming in.

"Kiddo, you got caught last night," I said to the half-asleep son of mine, slowly getting up. "You're not gonna get that college scholarship when you're out with Jessica the night before a big game."

He shook his head, messing up his brown locks. Branden's my oldest son and he looks just like his mother. He inherited the dark brown eyes and brown hair, but he got the messiness of his hair from me. We can't keep it tamed, no matter how hard we try.

"I'm not even sure I wanna go to college," he said, rising out of his bed.

"Since when?"

"Since Jess's mother offered me a well-paying job at the mechanic shop," he replied, his eyes staring back at me.

I crossed my arms. "Sounds like a whirlwind. We'll talk about that after you get your full ride. Meanwhile, be home by 10:30 on school nights."

Branden nodded. "Deal."

"Anything else you wanna talk to me about?" I asked while heading out the door.

"Did I mention I don't like you very much?"

I nodded.

"Then I'm good," he shrugged and smiled.

I smiled back and stood in the hallway. "Alright, kids. Time to help out with breakfast!"

The kids emerged from their rooms and ran into the kitchen.

"Stations, sir?" Mason asked, giving me the salute when I entered the kitchen.

"Alex and Ian, feed Shadow his breakfast. Can you handle it?"

"YEAH!" the boys ran off to find Shadow's dog food.

"Bailey, Jordyn, Mason, and Andrew make the school lunches. Shey, make and butter the toast. Riley, orange juice. When Branden's fully awake, he'll help me with the eggs and waffles."