This is something I've been playing with in my head for a while. Its my first time publishing anything for Twilight, but I love playing with these characters.

This is just set up, there will be much more exposition in the next chapter, let's just call this a tease ;)

Edward and Bella belong to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them and bending them to my will.

Prologue

Bella

The warm wind blowing in the open door softly ruffles the drapes around the bed.

"Should we close that?" I whisper, almost frightened to speak aloud, afraid to break this spell.

"Do you want to?" he asks, his voice no louder than mine. Its just more proof that he feels it too, this warm, gooey feeling in my chest that can only be due to his hands, his lips, his body – his love.

"No." I love the feeling of the breeze against my bare skin, twisting my hair around our entwined bodies.

"Bella," his voice catches softly and I can both hear and feel the emotion behind his words, "I love you."

We've spoken those words so many times over so many years but they've never carried such weight. We've certainly never said them like this, bodies tangled together, beginning to cool after making love. And I know that though I've spoken those words to more men than I care to remember, I've never meant them quite like I do now.

"I love you too, Edward." I turn my head enough to kiss his bare shoulder, thrilled that the skin is there for me to touch, to kiss and caress, "What do we tell the kids though?"

He laughs softly, "Surprise?"

"I don't think even they'll be surprised. I mean, are you?" I lift up on an elbow to look him in the eye. His green eyes shine back at me in the moonlight, warm and loving and just so Edward.

His fingers stroke down my arm, "Not terribly. This has kind of been building for the last few months."

"You're the one that dragged me to that dinner," I poke him in the chest.

He folds me into his arms, pulling me close to cradle me against his chest, "That was the best decision I've ever made."

I melt a little at that, "You promised no dazzling while we were here." As if I care. As if I haven't woken up every morning for the last month hoping he'd dazzle me.

"Well, I'm a compulsive liar," he chuckles. He glances toward the door, "I hate to say it, but we should really move to the main house. We'll never hear the kids from here."

I look around. Our swimsuits are by the pool, where they were discarded in our earlier haste. "We're moving you inside tomorrow," he says, kissing me, one of those deep, intoxicating kisses that began in the pool.

"We have to talk to the kids first," I grab both the robes from the bathroom in the bungalow and toss one at him.

We tiptoe into the house, grabbing our discarded clothing as we pass the pool. Inside the house we pause to peak into each room, finding each child sleeping soundly.

Edward leads me to the master bedroom and tumbles me into his bed, "We forgot the beer bottles," he murmurs, kissing me again, opening my robe to his warm hands.

"We'll make the kids do it," we both laugh together, our lips only a millimeter apart. We don't sleep that night.