"Are you sure you want to do this Edward?" I asked hesitantly looking into his eyes.

"Of course I'm sure. Are YOU sure YOU want to do this Bella?" He asked with the crooked smile that took my breath away.

"I want this more than anything, to be connected to you, but I don't want you to feel like I'm pushing you into something you don't want to do." He had a look of confusion on his face, and right then and there I wished I had never come up with this idea, what was I thinking? He had been silent for so long that I thought he wasn't going to speak at all. Finally he said "Bella you aren't pushing me to do anything that I haven't thought about doing since I first laid my eyes on you. So yes I WANT to be with you."

All I could do was marvel at this superior being that lay above me staring intently in my brown eyes, until I finally regained the use of my voice, "I love you so much Edward."

"I love you… mommy." Wait did he just say what I think he said, mommy? Why would he be calling me mommy, was he trying to ruin the moment all of a sudden?

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BPOV

That's when I felt two petite hands firmly on my shoulders shaking me awake, "Mommy! Wake up, Wake up already!" and that's when I had realized I was dreaming.

"Nobody by the name of mommy goes here." I said as I hurled the blankets over my head and imitated a loud snore. My little one let out a phony shriek, giving me reason to peek out of the corner of my comforter. He was looking at me square in the eyes snickering into his hands, moving quickly I took him up into my arms and started tickling him.

"MOMMY… stop…. I'm… sorry…" he was trying to get out through sobs of hysterics. So my cunning son thought that he could out smart his mother, gazing openly at my impressive four year old, he carbon copy of his father, they had the same golden brown hair, the same emerald green eyes, they even had the same temper tantrums.

I could not believe how fast the time flew by, it seems as though just yesterday I had brought him home from the hospital, now he was a walking and talking machine. "Lennon Anthony Cullen, did you actually think you could pull a fast one on your mommy?"

"Well it worked didn't it?" he giggled again in his hands evidently from the look on my face.

"When did my child become so sneakingly smart?" I asked incredulously.

"He gets it from my side of the family naturally." I hadn't realized Edward was still in bed until I felt his arms snake around my waist and pull me down to lay on his chest where he kissed the top of my head. "Mmm your hair smells like strawberries, my favorite."

"Ewwwww daddy you shouldn't kiss girls, they have cooties!" he declared matter-of-fact.

I turned my face up to Edwards and placed a kiss right smack on his lips, then turned and cocked my head to the side "Lennon who said that girls have cooties?"

He faltered a moment not looking at me and said "Uncle Emmett, he said all girls are infested with cooties, whatever that means."

Now it was Edwards turn to roar with laughter "Your Uncle Emmett knows very little about girls, and anyway I love your mommy's cooties." He reached out his hand and ruffled his son's hair, "Now who is ready for some breakfast?"

"Ooh me, I wanna help. Can we have pannycakes?" he asked very seriously.

"Yes we may, and they are pronounced pancakes, little one" I picked him up placing him on my hip while making my way down the hall to the kitchen. I left Edward in the bedroom to put some pants and a shirt on; he had only had his boxers on when Lennon came into the room. "So are you excited about hanging out with pop Swan today?"

I situated him down on the counter next to me while I grabbed a mixing bowl from cupboard. "Pop Swan said he was going to take me fishing today if it doesn't rain." He glanced out the window as he said that, "I get to have my own big boy pole and everything."

"You and Pop Swan are going to have so much fun, can I come too?" His face scrunched up and he crossed his arms dramatically.

"Mommy this is a big boy weekend, no girls aloud." I positioned my bottom lip out into a pout, making it tremble. He reached his hands out to my face and pulled my lips up into a smile. "You wouldn't want to come, mommy you wouldn't like the fishy's."

"Yeah mommy you wouldn't like the fishy's" Edward startled me. He then came behind me, leaned down and whispered in my ear only loud enough for me to hear "but you might like my fishy."

I turned to find that crooked smile I love so much and playfully smacked his chest, "Why Mr. Cullen I do believe you have a dirty mind."