Penname: BellsNWhistles/DDofEve/BellsNWhistles4Edward
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative
Rating/Warning(s): (talk about a miscarriage-NOT graphic)
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Idea Completion: "I could hear the muffled sounds of…" What do you imagine first?

I could hear the muffled sounds of our children through the paper-thin walls of the camper. They were giggling in the tent outside and their laughter was so infectious.

"You know what I love the most about camping, hon?" I turned toward my husband of 22 years.

"What, hon?" he inquired smiling and chuckling.

"That we are finally in a place where we have raised our kids for the most part and they are becoming their own people and have friends of their own. We can really enjoy our time with them without needing to go through the rigmarole of diapers and discipline. I think they have done a good job picking their friends so far, don't you?"

Our children were 19, 17 and 14. We had three boys. Well, actually we did have one miscarriage when we first began trying to have children all those years ago. This August marked our 23rd wedding anniversary and 24th anniversary of Renesmee's death. We both made sure each year to visit her grave and many times the boys came with us. After her death Edward had given me three beautiful boys to find joy in and raise together. Not everything was a piece of cake, but we loved one another, he had never cheated on me and we were in a great place financially. We lived a picture perfect life.

Leaning in to kiss me he said, "Mmhmm, and I think they are really looking forward to what's in store for them tomorrow most especially, don't you?"

Basking in his attentions, I replied, "Oh certainly, what child wouldn't want to be at this music festival? I mean, I would have killed to get here when I was their age. I am so thankful you put in all those hours and sacrificed your time to work so hard so we can be able to do these things together."

He grinned and I saw the satisfaction in his gray-green eyes. "You are welcome, love. Now what do you say we thoroughly embarass them and go make out in front of them?"

I replied, "Why not? They do it to us all the time!"

Grinning, he opened the door to exact our revenge upon our poor, unsuspecting children.

"Gag me, Mom and Dad!"

"Get a room, would ya!?"

"Oh please...not now!"

It was our turn to have fun now...