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A/N: There was much demand to write more to this story. While I haven't had much time to even sit at a computer for hours and type, I did manage to get this complete over Thanksgiving. I will write when I can, but I can't promise regular updates. I do work full-time and go to school, including Saturdays. Yeah, my fun time is extremely little. I hope you enjoy.


After throwing my things on the floor by the front door and kicking off my heels, I made my way into the house, anxious to see my two favorite guys. I checked the living room where the TV is on ESPN, loud as hell, but no Edward or Masen. The kitchen was clear of them as well, except for the mess of food, baby formula, and bottles.

"Edward? Where are you?" I called out but got no response.

I decided that he is either sleeping or trying to put Masen to sleep for him not to answer me. I walked up the stairs to the baby's room but they were not there, so I walked to mine and Edward's room.

"Edward?" I whispered, as I opened the door, trying to be quiet in case they are asleep.

"In here, B!" I heard him yell from the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and I don't know if I wanted to be mad or just laugh at what I saw.

"Are you serious, Edward? My poor baby." Masen was strapped into his bouncer seat, in front of Edward, who was sitting on the crapper, reading the latest issue of Maxim to our son. I immediately picked up Masen and held him to my chest, kissing his soft little head.

"What? I am teaching him how to go to the bathroom," Edward said.

"He is five months old. All you are going to do is suffocate him in your stench." I flipped on the overhead fan, which Edward still hasn't got the concept of turning on, and walked out of the bathroom.

I placed Masen in the center of the bed and lay next to him.

"Hey, Little Man. Did you have fun hanging out with Dad today?" I stroked his chubby cheek and smiled. He looks exactly like Edward with not even a hint of me. We thought for a while he might have my brown hair but it lightened up within a few weeks of him being born.

"What'd ya do? Watch sports, eat chips and beer, and put your hands down your pants? That's your dad's favorite thing to do on lazy days," I laughed and snuggled my boy. Edward took to working part-time when I went back to work at the hospital. We didn't want Masen to be with a sitter all the time and things just worked out better for Edward to be part-time, rather than myself. Plus, Edward loved being home with his son, "teaching" him guy stuff. Not that I didn't love being home with Masen, but I was needed back at the office.

I heard Edward come out of the bathroom and turned to look at him.

"Will you get Little Man undressed, so we can shower?" Edward had this thing where he had to shower after taking care of business. I thought it was funny when he first told me, but have gotten used to it.

"Yes," I said. I stood from the bed and took Masen out of his sleeper. I went to the bathroom and waited for Edward to make sure the water was the right temperature before taking off Masen's diaper. He loves to pee all over me when it is shower time.

Once Edward was stripped naked, and I sighed looking at his body, I handed him a naked Masen. Like father like son.

"You can join us, if you want," Edward said with a smile.

"No funny business, Mister. We have a baby that will be in there with us." I removed my clothing and grabbed a hair tie to pull up my hair, since I didn't feel like washing it. I made sure that we had clean towels hanging by the shower and then stepped in.

Edward was rinsing soap off Masen, as he kicked and cooed, smiling. It was undeniable that Edward loved being a father. Edward turned and looked me over, then leaned into me, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

"We missed you today." He gave me one more kiss and then held Masen out for me to take.

"I missed my guys today, too," I said, holding Masen. "How was he?"

"He's my son, so perfect." Edward can be so egotistical, and it drives me nuts. "Don't glare at me, Bella. He is perfect. He is still trying to adjust to the formula, so feeding time is still rough."

Since returning back to work and the flu season, I hardly had time to pump my milk. Edward and I both decided that giving Masen formula a few times a day would help me out, even though I felt horrible doing it. I cried for days over it until Edward got mad saying I was being ridiculous. And I was.

Edward and I quickly cleaned up and wrapped ourselves in towels, along with Masen. I grabbed the "sleep time" lotion that smelled like lavender for Masen and laid him on our bed. Edward went to get a diaper and onesie while I gave Little Man a massage. He usually loved getting messaged but was getting cranky.

"I kind of didn't let him nap today and he is probably hungry," Edward said as he walked into the room, handing me a diaper.

"Why?" I sighed.

"I figured that we could put him to sleep and then have some alone time. We really haven't seen each other in a few days. I miss you." Edward was right. I had been so busy and when I did get home, I'd eat, feed Masen, and then sleep. "Are you mad?"

"No." I shook my head and dressed Masen. "It sounds perfect."

I didn't bother getting dressed since I needed to feed Masen. I climbed into bed, getting situated with him, and scrunched my face when Masen drank greedily. Edward threw on some sleep pants and joined us in bed, lying on his side, running his fingers through Masen's hair. He turned towards his dad for a moment and then I had to put him back onto my boob.

"You are distracting him," I said and then giggled seeing Masen's cowlick go wild since I didn't brush it down.

"Sorry. I just like messing with his hair. Nothing is going to tame it, I swear," Edward laughed and then lied on his back, covering himself with the comforter.

When Masen was finished eating and burped, I placed him on Edward's chest, where he fell fast asleep. The three of us cuddled for a while and I couldn't have been happier to spend time with my boys.

"So, when are we going to have another one?" Edward asked.

"Who said we were?" I replied. I wasn't totally opposed to having another baby but I was content with what I had.

"Why wouldn't you want another baby with me?"

"Why don't we discuss this when he is two years old, terrorizing our house." Our house was already a mess from him and he was just a baby. I don't want to imagine when he has toys all over the damn house.

"Bella, come on. You liked being pregnant, didn't you?"

"I did, but I was so hormonal. Do you want to go through that with me again? We fought so much." I felt happy one minute and the other I was throwing a lamp at Edward for leaving the cap off the toothpaste.

"We didn't fight. You strongly expressed your feelings at me, but guess what?" Edward took my hand and kissed it. "I am willing to do it all over again if we get another one of these." He patted Masen's back with a smile.

"You're an only child, I am only child. We were fine, weren't we?" I didn't long for a brother or sister, so I figured Edward probably didn't either.

"Yes, we are fine but I don't want that for him. I want him to have someone to play with, share silly secrets with, hell, fight with. I want another baby, Bella." Edward looked away from me and placed his lips on top of Masen's head, sighing. "If it is not something you want then I will deal with it."

"Edward, look at me," I said. "Can we just enjoy our time with Masen for a while? I am not saying no to having another baby with you, because we did do pretty great, but let's give it some time. Please?"

"All right, but I don't want you to feel obligated to have another. I want you to want it too."

"I don't want to feel obligated either. That is why I want some time because right now I don't feel like we are ready for an addition. I don't want our plates to be so full. Maybe once he is five we can have another one?"

"When he is five?" Edward whisper-yelled. "I don't want to be old and grey when we start trying for another baby. How about when he turns one?"

"That's in less than a year, Edward. I don't want to be pregnant back to back. Seriously, let's talk when he is two. And how many kids do you want?"

"Four," he mumbled but I heard him clearly.

I could tell things were about to start getting tense. Since Edward I hardly had time to date and talk a lot of things through before we ran off and got married, we still argued about big life changes. Dog or no dog? Tropicana orange juice or Minute Maid? My freebie being Hugh Jackman or Ryan Gosling. One kid or four?

"I think you should go put Masen in his crib before we wake him up," I said and got out of bed, walking to the dresser to pull out clothes.

"So we are going to argue about this?" Edward spat and walked out of the bedroom to put Masen down.

I sat at the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, not wanting to get angry but I knew what I wanted. And four kids was not it. Edward came back into the room and shut the door, not moving from his spot.

"Tell me, Bella, are we not going to work out? Do we want different things?"

"How can you say that?" I snapped and was standing in front of him. "Just because the only way you are getting four kids out of me is if you knock me up with triplets next? I am not having four kids, Edward. I love you and I can't even believe we are fighting over this! I'm not willing to let this be the deciding factor of our marriage, Edward. I married you because I want a lifetime commitment with you not anyone else and if I remember correctly, you wanted the exact same thing with me."

I hung my head, my arms were limp at my sides, and I let the tears fall. I wondered if maybe we did make a mistake with eloping and having a baby. No. Never would I regret Masen. He is the best thing in my life. Edward is the best thing in my life too. Or so I thought.

"Do you want out, Edward?" I cried out because it hurt to say those words.

The next thing I knew, Edward had me crushed into his body and I was sobbing. I held onto him, never wanting to let go.

"God, no, Bella. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say it the way I did. I want you and only you. Forever. I promise."

It was then that I realized what had really started the argument and nearly every argument we have. We both are so used to getting what we want, when we want…because we are only children. We are not used to having to share, or being said no to, or really having to fight for what we want. It was a huge down fall for the both of us and it is sad to admit that it just came to the surface. I don't want Masen to be like us, at all.

"I'll give you twenty kids, Edward. Masen has to know that not everything revolves around him like we think things do for us. I'm sorry I didn't recognize it before. He needs siblings." I wiped the tears from my face and looked up at Edward. "We can start trying now. I want more children with you. I do."

"I think twenty is too many. Can we compromise? I'm okay with ten." He laughed and picked me up, kissing me with passion. I knew he was joking but if we ended with ten then I would be okay with that. Yeah, not really. I was drawing the line at four and no more. "Can we practice baby making, now?"

"Yes," I sighed and then we climbed into bed, after shedding our clothes.

"I don't like fight with you, Bella. I'm really sorry." Edward kissed my lips and lied on top of me, just to be close.

"No likes to fight, Edward, but every healthy marriage has its tiffs. We just have to be careful with what we say and how we say it. Words do hurt," I whispered as my fingers caressed his bare back.

I missed the intimacy between us. Honestly, Masen hardly ever slept a full night in his own crib and I knew I needed to put a stop to him sleeping in the bed with Edward and me. Edward just loved to have him close to us, but that also meant we sacrificed adult time.

"I know." He rose above me and his thumbs stroked my cheeks, before bring his mouth to mine. "Can I make love to you?"

I nodded my head and closed my eyes as he softly trailed his lips across my forehead, to my eyelids, to my cheeks, to my lips, and down to my neck.

Things weren't going to change overnight, we both knew that. We still were learning new things about each other and that was the best part of everything. I knew we would grow old together whether we fought about dumb stuff or completely relevant life decisions.


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