"But it's the bonfire! And Justin is going and so is Suzanne. If she sees him there alone she'll work her voodoo on him and steal him away." Piper was absolutely having a teenage meltdown over our plans for a weekend in Seattle.

Edward watched in what I could only describe as sheer terror as his beloved daughter put the importance of another boy over hanging out with him. Oh that my heart didn't ache just a bit knowing how hard it was for him to let her go and watch her fly.

"Pie, we can go dress shopping." Yes, it was a low blow to get her on board with the plans, and I now had the full shocked attention of my husband. Edward was locked on to me as if I had just lost my mind by siding with Piper and enabling the desperate meltdown.

"You said you would need a dress, where better to shop than Seattle? Suzanne isn't going to Seattle for a dress." Piper went from stonewalling, to a half smile that made her look just like her father.

"Seriously?" Pie looked from me to Edward, waiting on him to answer.

"Sure, Punky. Anything you want." The slight look of defeat in his eyes worried me for a nano second, before Piper flung herself into his lap and hugged him.

"You're the best dad ever! Thank you!" She kissed his cheeks and popped back up, "I have to go message Sarah, she's going to die!"

And with that, she was off and running. Mini crisis averted, or so I thought until I looked back at Edward.

"I owe you a blow job. I know."

"I will be collecting payment soon, Bella." Edward leaned over me on the couch, no smile to be found, "I don't think I'm going to live through this, and I've got two more to go."

My poor big alpha brought to his knees by a handful of girls. I had to give him credit, he was a lot more patient and open minded than a lot of dads out there.

"I'll be right by your side through it all. No matter what." I kissed his scruffy cheek and smiled, "You doing the beard thing again?"

Last year he'd grown his beard out and I think I walked around with my panties permanently twisted for months. The man could rock a beard. His little girls on the other hand didn't take to it too well and told him that he was hurting their faces when he would love on them. So he'd gotten rid of it and rarely went beyond two days without shaving.

"I dunno. I was thinking about it." He flopped onto the cushion next to me, dragging me into his side, "The girls hate it, but I know of someone who didn't seem to mind it."

I laughed, "Stop before we get in trouble."

"Man, having kids is like living with your parents again, we can't just make out whenever we want to and I can't grab your boobs without doing a triple check for little eyeballs."

I laughed, "Speaking of parents, your mom and dad want to take the girls for a long weekend during the next school break. I think they want to take them to Portland or something."

"An empty house? No prying eyes and little ears listening in on our every move? Fuck yeh."

"Daddy! Language." Willow's voice broke through our conversation.

Of all the things Piper had taught her sisters, the biggest one was to call their dad out on his "word bombs" as Delilah had aptly named them.

"See." Edward gestured toward the empty doorway leading to the kitchen, "She's all the way in the other room and she still called me out for a word bomb."

"They love you. And they love to tease at you."

"I'd prefer you teasing me." He pressed his lips to mine just as Piper came running back into the room.

"Awwwww. It's so cute how you're so old and still love each other."

Without raising his head Edward started counting, "One… two… "

"No!" Piper squealed and took off in a run as Edward jumped off the couch to chase after her. Their laughter and thunderous footsteps could be heard through the entire house, followed by Edward hollering, "I'm not old!"

"Dad, put down the Nerf gun!" Piper's laughter rang out followed by Delilah's.

Willow skipped into the living room and smiled at me, "They are weird."

Laughing I grabbed her up in my arms and took off up the stairs to join in the Nerf battle.

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Piper had a crush on a boy. The first one, minus her Uncle Sam, but that just didn't count. I should feel lucky that I made it to fifteen with her before she really started noticing boys, but at the same time, she could have waited until she was 30 and I would have been more than happy. Who was I kidding though? By the time I was fifteen I was making out behind the bleachers at football games.

"Bella. She can't go to football games."

My wife looked at me from her side of the bed and patted my arm, "Edward, you have to let her be a teenager."

"When I was fifteen, I was making out under the bleachers."

"Trust me, I know." She dropped her Kindle on her nightstand and turned on her side.

"You wanna kick all those girls' asses now, don't you?" I grinned when she smacked my arm.

"No. I don't. It's all part of growing up. Even I went under the bleachers a few times."

"Excuse me? You let some horn-ball grab your boobies under the bleachers?" My gorgeous wife just grinned and stifled a yawn.

"Just like the girls you took under the bleachers."

"But I like yours best." I pulled Bella under me, smiling down into her beautiful face. "You're the prettiest. And smartest."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Cullen."

"Will it get me into your panties? Because I really want to get into your panties."

"Depends." She ran a finger over my jaw and I captured it between my teeth and bit gently.

"Depends on what?"

"On if I even have panties on for you to get into."

"Oh shit." I moved quickly down her body, grabbing the hem of her little shorty shorts and whipped them down her long legs. "No panties, Bella." I looked up at her from between her legs and grinned, "You are naughty."

She laughed at me and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging gently. I leaned forward and licked her in one long stroke. Her surprised gasp brought a smile to my face and I did it again. Within minutes I had her writhing under my tongue and begging for that sweet release she wanted so badly.

Climbing up her body, I kicked my underwear off into the bed covers at our feet and pushed her shirt up, dragging it over her head and twisting until her wrists were bound together. Looping the material, I hooked it into the wrought iron of the headboard.

"I wanted to touch you." Bella pushed her bottom lip out at me so I took the invitation and tugged at the soft wet skin until she relented. Her tongue swept over my lips and invaded my mouth on a sweet moan.

Bella's hips rolled upward, her breath panted out over my chin in light puffs.

"Edward, please."

It was the sweetest thing when she begged. I loved how her back arched, her stretched arms twisted and I could see the colorful ink that now ran along her side. I pressed my lips to the underside of her breast, leaving wet kisses across her chest.

"Please." She pulled at her cotton restraint but it held fast. She groaned and opened her eyes, her pupils so dilated her eyes looked like shimmering black pools.

I reached down and grabbed her left ass cheek, "Now?" I squeezed the soft flesh in my hand, "You ready?"

"Yes now. Yes I'm ready. I need to touch you. Please."

I reached up with one hand and yanked the shirt from the headboard, releasing her hands, I kissed her fingers and groaned when she immediately ran her nails over my back.

"God I love your back. I love your skin." Her eyes closed when I grabbed her waist, "I love you."

At her admissions, with her fingers digging into my lower back, I entered her slowly, enjoying the arch of her neck; this woman that I adored more than anything, who also adored me in return.

...

It was barely 2:30 in the morning when I woke up. It had been happening more and more as of late. Rolling onto my side I stared at Bella, sleeping soundly in one of my shirts, her hair mussed and tangled on the pillow.

I thought a lot about Pie these days. The moment she'd started going through puberty, she'd begun leaning more on Bella. Pie and I had been home one afternoon, Bella had been out running errands and Pie had come sobbing into my office. She had gotten her period and was freaking out like nothing I'd ever seen before. Scared the shit out of me. She was going on and on about pads and asking if a tampon was going to hurt her. I had immediately called Bella and told her to get her ass home. Yeh, I could calm Piper down, but I had no idea about tampons and pads and what hurts.

Now with all the Justin stuff and her face stuck in her phone more and more, I was scared that I was going to lose her. Bella was so good at reminding me that we must be doing something right if she was still openly talking to us about her feelings. That Piper was still a great big sister and took care of her schoolwork without having to be asked.

I just wasn't ready to be left behind.