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Onto my boy…

WE are tricky, ladies and gentlemen. So, as a birthday present from me to you all, we are posting this. Hope everyone is enjoying Breaking Dawn. Thanks for those of you who wished me an early birthday! Seeing as how today is my birthday, HELL YES? I still don't know what I think about my birthday, but we shall see… Thanks again to Charley for her quick beta work, and also to "B." You know who you are :D

ON WITH IT!

EPOV

Bella's soft lips were pressed against mine, fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of my neck, gently tugging. Her lithe body was situated beneath mine, as our tongues dueled in a sensual kiss.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I sat back, gazing down at her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.

"God, baby, I can smell how badly you want me. Can't wait to feel you squeezing my cock, bet you are so fucking wet, aren't you, sexy?"

A loud whimper slid from her lips, as her hips thrust up into mine. Her breasts moving up and down with each breath, and I couldn't keep my hands off of them. Grazing her nipple with my thumb, I smirked down at her.

"Do you like it when I touch your nipples, baby? Fuck, I could suck them all day long. God you would be so fucking wet when I was done with you, I bet my cock would slide so easily, into your tight, wet pussy."

Bella's lips tried to form words, but I pressed a quick kiss to them, before dragging my lips down her jaw line, and up to her ear. After sucking on her lobe, I blew across the wet skin before whispering, "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you see stars, Isabella."

My fingers slid down to her wet slit, scooping some of her juices onto my fingers. Her eyes followed my movements, and as my hand moved towards my mouth, she grabbed my fingers, and began sucking on them…

My eyes snapped open and upon seeing my daughter, I knew the course of action that needed to be taken: a long, cold shower.

Pushing my tired body from the floor, I looked at the couch one last time to make sure that my daughter was still sleeping peacefully. Shivering, I brushed my hands over my bare shoulders; before hurriedly moving in the direction of the bathroom.

After my shower, I padded across the wood floors, my feet bare. With only a towel wrapped around my waist, I started towards the kitchen area, where I heard playful banter, and soft giggles. I could tell that the girls were enjoying themselves.

Upon entering the kitchen, Libby squealed loudly as Bella wiped something on her face, and when she saw me, my daughter ran in my direction. Beautiful green eyes stared up at me and I couldn't help, but laugh when I saw the white speckled cheeks of my daughter.

"Hi Daddy! Bella and I are making pancakes."

Wiping some of the flour from her nose, I allowed my soft chuckles to become louder, "Is Bella turning you into a pancake, little bug?"

Shaking her head, as small giggles overwhelmed her body, my daughter retorted, "No, silly Daddy, the flour esploded!"

Bella's laughter only grew louder, as she stirred the batter in the bright blue bowl, "I think you mean, exploded, sweetie."

Petite hands settled on tiny hips as my daughter tapped her foot, before turning in Bella's direction, and eyeing her impatiently, "That is what I said! Esploded!"

Bella turned towards us and her cheeks flushed. My laughter abruptly ended as she eyed my towel clad form. A water droplet trickled down my chest from my still damp hair, before disappearing into the towel line.

Clearing my throat, I moved my eyes to her lips and I noticed that they were slightly parted. Reaching my hand forward, I gently tapped her jaw, effectively closing her mouth.

"It's not polite to stare, love."

BPOV

When I turned I had not expected what I saw. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I gazed upon Edward Cullen, the man that had been my object of fantasies, wearing nothing but a towel. And my fantasies did not do him justice.

I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at his bare chest. His broad shoulders leading to muscular arms I just wanted to be held in. I had the urge to grab onto his biceps and feel the muscles ripple beneath them.

His chest was perfectly smooth and lead down to his solid stomach, each muscle of his abdominal strongly defined. I could feel my mouth open at the sight and it took everything I had not to lick my lips right in front of him as I gazed down lower.

He had the perfect "V" shaped body. Broad shoulders that curved down to his waist, the jut of his hip bones driving my mind absolutely wild. The only thing causing me disappointment was that the damn towel blocked the rest of my view.

Note to self: Next time, hide the towels.

I watched as it dripped from his hair traveled down his chest, outlining each muscle on its way, as it ran down and was soaked up into that God damned towel.

I heard him clear his throat, but my eyes stayed glued on his body until I felt him touch my jaw to close my gaping mouth. I fought the urge to close my eyes at the sensual touch, but was knocked out of my X-rated fantasies by that seductive voice.

"It's not polite to stare, love," he cooed.

My heard almost beat out of my chest. "Love." He said it again.

I turned my tomato red face back to Libby, needing to clear my head. "How about we finish these up and then eat?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice calm.

She just giggled at me. "Bella, I wants two pancakes," she smiled a toothy grin and I laughed at her.

"You, little miss birthday girl, can have as many as you want." I told her ruffling her hair as she laughed at me.

"Silly Bella, it was my birthday yesterday," she corrected me.

I turned back towards her and crouched down so I was her height. "I know, but when I was younger, my dad always gave me a birthday weekend," I told her and laughed as her face lit up like a little girl on Christmas.

Edward went to put some clothes on (unfortunately) while Libby and I finished up with the pancakes. I held my hand over hers as I helped her flip a couple in the frying pan and surprisingly enough, only two landed on the floor.

When the first one plopped on the tile, her eyes got all wide and she looked at me before whispering, "It's okay, we'll give that one to daddy."

We both started giggling until we heard a velvet voice come from around the counter. "I'm sorry, what was that, pumpkin?" he asked, picking his girl up from my arms and setting her on the counter before starting to tickle her.

"Nothing," she giggled out as she tried to squirm away from his touch. "Daddy! NOTHING!" her words got louder the more he tickled, as did her laughs. "Bella! Save me!"

I shook my head coming to get her, but Edward, dressed now only in flannel pajama bottoms and a wife beater blocked my way to the giggling girl.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but this is a restricted area," he said with a smirk, his arms outstretched on either side of him. My heart melted at this playful side to him, only making me want him more.

I shifted my weight to my right, effectively faking him out and making him take a step that way before I went to the counter and snatched up Libby, then running out of the kitchen, a chuckling Edward hot on my heals.

I was planning on running to my bedroom when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me and the laughing bundle I was carrying back to his chest. His scent rolled off him and I breathed it in greedily.

"Where do you think you are going?" he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my body, at which point he brought me closer to him and held me tighter. I turned my head to find his green eyes smoldering as they looked at mine.

I could see his eyes go down to my lips and mine did the same to his. My eyes closed softly and I waited for that heavenly feeling again that only his lips could give me.

"Daddy, let us go!" Libby cried out. "You guys are goofy."

Edward released me from his arms and I had to sit down on the couch to keep from fainting. I then set Libby down on her feet and she came to stand in front of me. "Bella, come on. Pancakes!" she said

"Right, pancakes," I said a little breathless.

We ended up enjoying our breakfast laughing and Libby doing most of the talking. Edward wasn't exactly the most outspoken person, but his daughter could sure talk the day away. This was fine because I wasn't a huge talker either.

"Bella you are all flour-y," Libby laughed.

I looked down to find that I was, indeed, covered in more flour than Libby, who had just gotten some on her cheeks and nose.

"Oh, I suppose I am. Well why don't the two of you go and get ready while I hop in the shower real quick. Then we can start with our day," my eyes shifted from Edward to Libby, and Libby smiled hugely at me. "Sound good?"

"Yes. Go shower, flour-y Bella," she said.

"Yes, go shower, Bella," Edward repeated in slow, soft tone.

I gulped and felt my face heat up and how sensual his voice sounded. "Okay," I squeaked out and got up. As I walked to the bathroom, I hit my hip on the table, still in a small daze.

"You okay, love?" he asked, getting out of his chair.

"Yeah. Fine. I'm gonna go shower now…" and with that I was gone, escaping to the confines of my bathroom.

As the warm water poured down on my body, I leaned against the tile wall, closing my eyes to try to clear my head. But then every time I closed my eyes, I was met by Edward. The way his sexy green eyes smoldered at me. The way he held me so close and tight to his body. Oh god, that body.

I could start to feel my lower stomach tightening into a knot as I imagined that Herculean body above mine. Little droplets of sweat running down his chest as his body moved against me.

I could feel my hands start to massage my breasts as I thought about the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head as he thrusts into me. That gorgeous face scrunched up with ever slam of the bed into the wall.

My breathing became so labored that it was now a pant and still, my hand continued to go lower until I felt it hit my aching core. Without hesitation I plunged one finger into me, gasping and breathing out, "Edward."

All I could see behind my eyelids was his face and that body in my bed. His lips mere centimeters from my own as I panted into his mouth and his breaths hit my lips. It would be so hot and agonizingly pleasurable.

"Oh, Edward," I moaned out as I inserted a second finger and quickened my pace. My other hand went to rub at my clit and I could feel the spring in my stomach about to uncoil.

I was no longer saying any real words, only small mewing noises as I went faster and faster, and in response, Edward behind my eyelids was quickening his speed. I wanted him to moan my name; wanted to know that he was enjoying it, "Mmm, Bella," I could almost hear his husky voice say.

And that was my undoing. The spring shot forth and I felt myself explode as white light fired behind my eyelids, making my face scrunch up and my eyes tighten shut.

When it was done, I let my body slide against the tile, down to the ground.

"Wow," I breathed out as my eyes finally opened. He was the best sex I'd ever had, and we hadn't even done anything yet.

EPOV

As Bella ran her hip right into the table, I pushed myself away from the comfortable chairs that were decoratively placed in her kitchen. Concerned, I moved towards her, my eyes narrowing, hoping she wasn't hurt.

"You okay, love?" I didn't regret these words as they slid from my mouth, calling her love felt natural.

"Yeah. Fine. 'm gonna go shower now…" As she stumbled towards the bathroom, these words flew haphazardly from her sweet lips.

Closing my eyes, I rubbed at my forehead, and I heard Libby giggle softly.

"Daddy, you and Bella should get married." My eyes shot open, and I turned to face my daughter, before moving to kneel in front of her.

Her hand reached down to grab mine, and I smiled. Her tiny hands could fit in both of mine, and I watched as she judged the size difference in our hands, her face showing silent thought.

"What makes you think this, Libby Bug?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped my hand before turning back to her breakfast. I narrowed my eyes, as I stood; trying to figure out what was going on in my daughter's head.

"Daddy? Will you go get my bag from Bella's room? I need to change."

Kissing the unruly curls, I whispered into her soft brown hair, "Yes, little bit. I'll go get your bag. Just sit right here, okay?"

Gently pushing open the door of Bella's bedroom, I smiled at the slight mess of clothes that were on her floor. I had always been neurotic in my ways of cleaning, but underneath the small mess of clothes, I noticed that her room wasn't a disaster.

The sound of the shower beating down did not cover what I heard coming from the connected bathroom. Swallowing, I started towards the partially open door, and I heard her soft moans. Shaking my head, I moved to turn away when I heard her moan, "Edward!"

My last thought before entering the bathroom: Fuck it.

Standing on her tile floor, I looked at the fogged glass, my eyes barely making out the pattern of her body. Swallowing, I watched as her hand slid down her body. My entire body was screaming for me to move closer, but it felt as if my feet were full of lead.

"Oh Edward!" I could make see the outline of her body, and I could tell that she was stroking herself to me. Biting back a moan, I leaned against the wall, watching this gorgeous angel pump herself to me.

My brain was telling me to get out because it was wrong to watch, but she was moaning my name; not someone else's.

I felt my pants tighten, and I couldn't help the involuntary movement my hand made inside the hem of the dark flannel. I would just touch once, and then leave. As one touch grew to more, something inside of me exploded and I moaned her name, "Mmm…Bella."

I saw her body slide down the wall, and my eyes widened. Not caring about what had just happened before, I jerked back the sliding glass, to see her eyes closed, lips parted. When her eyes finally opened, she was staring straight ahead, looking at the tile and I heard her let out a breathy, "Wow."

My eyes moved over her watered slick body on their own accord, and I tried to push myself away from her, unnoticed. Soft brown eyes met my stare, and I swallowed, opening my mouth to apologize.

Bella didn't scream when she saw me. Wet fingers slid up and cradled my jaw, and I scooted my body closer to her, "Edward, why are you in my bathroom?"

Blushing was a rarity in itself when it came to my facial expressions, but I felt my cheeks heat up, and a smile graced Bella's swollen lips, "I was…guarding your body?"

Her hand slid around to grasp the back of my neck, and I moved my face closer to hers, our noses pressing together. I felt the water saturate my white shirt, and Bella seemed to notice too because her cheeks were soon a rosy pinkish color, "Edward, you're getting soaked!"

Settling myself on my knees, I slipped the white shirt away from my body. After all, it was only fair. Leaning forward, I gently nuzzled her neck, before whispering, "I love being wet for you, Isabella."

As my lips slid up her neck, and as I kissed the corner of her mouth, I heard soft knuckles hit the wood on Bella's door.

"Bella! I can't find Daddy, and his phone is going off." I could hear tears in my little girl's voice, so I slid away from Bella, gesturing for her to be quiet. Standing slowly, I turned towards my daughter, who launched herself at me when she saw me.

Hugging her tiny form close to me, I felt her rest her head on my shoulder, and I knew what was going to happen next, "Daddy? Where did you shirt go?"

"Libby Bug, didn't you say my phone was ringing?"

"Yeah, Daddy! But where…"

Walking out of the bathroom, my daughter clutched closely towards me, I started out of Bella's bedroom. Hurrying towards the kitchen, I grabbed my phone off of the bar, and saw Liam's name flash across my screen. Setting Libby on the counter, I put my arms on either side of her to make sure she wouldn't fall off.

"Edward, took you long enough! I'm freaking out and you're off frolicking with Bella Swan!"

Trying not to chuckle, I winked at Libby who was shrinking away from Liam's loud tone, "What is wrong, Li?"

"Heather went into labor, and we are at the hospital."

I nearly dropped the phone when I felt a hand on my waist, and I turned towards Bella, smiling. She blushed, and dipped her head, before grabbing my daughter off the counter, gently tickling her. I was grateful that Libby was occupied while I tried to calm down my friend.

"Liam, man, take a deep breath, okay? What hospital are you at? We will leave right now."

"We're at Heather's hospital. Just get here as soon as possible." His phone clicked, so I closed mine, setting it on the counter. Looking around the living room, I tugged at my hair, trying to find my daughter and Bella.

The bedroom door opened, and Libby came running out, fully dressed, and bathed, Bella close behind. Skipping towards me, my little girl smiled, before jumping into my arms, "Who called?"

I looked over at Bella, who blushed once again, and I set Libby on the floor, "It was Liam. We need to get to the hospital, Heather went into labor."

Libby looked up at me with wide eyes, and tugged on my pant leg, "Daddy? Where do babies come from?"

Clearing my throat, I gently moved out of Libby's grasp, and started towards my bag, digging for something to wear, "Not right now, Libby Bug. Daddy has to change, but we will talk soon, okay?"

Her small head bobbed, and I chuckled as the bouncy curls framed her delicate face, "Alright, ladies. I'm off to change."

Bella grabbed my arm as I walked past her, and she leaned in close to my ear. I felt her nose graze my neck, and I inhaled sharply, "Yes, love?"

"Can I come watch you change?"

BPOV

It was so wrong and mean, but yet a little funny the way he just stopped and his eyes grew a little wider than normal. I could hear his breathing pick up as he stared at me. Maybe Rose was rubbing off a little on me, but I was just barely able to keep my giggles on the inside and keep a straight face.

"Umm…" was the only response he had as he swallowed hard.

"Bella, can you braid my hair?" I looked down to find Libby pulling on my pant leg and smiled down at her before looking back up at Edward with an eye brow raised.

"Sure," I said looking at him before bending down to pick up the little girl and carry her to my couch, providing Edward with an escape route, which I'm sure he was grateful for.

As Edward rushed off to my room to change, Libby handed me her tiny brush and I started to comb through her soft, brown hair.

"Bella, pancakes are yummy. I liked them," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Well I'm glad, honey," I told her as I split her hair down the middle to begin the two French braids I was about to do.

"I'm Libby," she said with a giggle.

"Oh?" I asked, feigning surprise. I had her hair parted and was ready to begin when I started tickling her sides. "Can I call you, Honey Bunches of Oats?" I asked as we both giggled from me tickling her and she squirmed from in front of me.

"Beelllaa….stop!" she giggled out. "Bella, I'll have Daddy tackle you!" she threatened.

Well that got me to stop, but only because I wanted that exact thing to happen a bit too much. "Well we wouldn't want that, would we?" I said while my mind thought up all the ways I would most definitely let that man tackle me.

As her giggles died down I went back to my braiding. My fingers looping strands of hair and twisting them until I had the right side of her head in a tight braid. Then I moved onto the other side.

"Bella, will you marry my daddy?" she asked, making my fingers stop dead for a second before composing myself enough to start up again.

"Why would you want that?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Because I want you to be my mommy. All the kids at school have mommies and I want one. You'd be my favorite," she said as she played with her fingers in front of her, keeping herself busy.

I tied a rubber band around the other braid and then picked her up, making her face me as I set her on my lap. "Libby, that's for your daddy to decide, okay? But I will always be your friend," I promised her, touching the tip of her nose with my finger, causing a giggle to come out and her eyes to scrunch.

"And what are you girls talking about?" Edward asked, stepping out from my door frame towards us and effectively grabbing my attention.

Libby was giggling something to Edward while my eyes started their assault on him. He was dressed casually but looked so delicious, I was surprised I wasn't drooling. He had on dark jeans that clung to his legs perfectly. A little tight, making me want him to turn around and see how well they fit on his backside.

On top was a white, button up shirt hanging loosely from his torso. The first three buttons hung open, carelessly making him look like a sexy guy you'd find on a beach in summer. All of that coupled with his sexy head of hair made me glad I had a little girl in my lap to keep me from flinging myself at him.

When I realized I was staring longer than necessary, I felt the heat rush to my face and looked away muttering that we should get going.

With my still damp hair thrown up into a messy bun, we went for Edward's SUV and hooked Libby into her seat in the back, leaving me to ride in front with Edward.

The ride was spent mostly in silence, but I couldn't help but to keep glancing over at Edward's profile as he drove. I think the night before had taken a little out of Libby, her eyes half closed by the time we arrived at the hospital.

EPOV

I felt Bella sneaking looks at my profile as we neared the hospital. Pulling into a parking space, I turned my head to face her, wanting her eyes to meet mine. When she felt me staring, Bella turned to look into my face.

"May I help you, Mr. Cullen?" Her voice held a tone of teasing, and I swallowed, reaching my hand forward to brush a strand of hair from her face. Bella moved her hand up to grasp mine, as I settled it on her soft cheek, gently stroking with my thumb.

I was about to speak when Libby stirred, the car no longer in motion to lull my little girl to sleep. Dropping my hand from Bella's cheek, I spared her one last glance, before sliding out of my SUV.

My daughter's voice was filled with sleep, and I smiled when she spoke, as I unbuckled her seat belt, "Daddy? Where are we?"

Lifting her out of the seat, I held her close to me, and she rested her head on my chest. Rubbing her back, I walked with Bella at my side, and as we entered the sliding glass doors, I spoke softly, "We are at the hospital, Elizabeth. Aunt Heather is going to give you a little cousin."

Libby nodded, but pushed her face closer to my chest. She hated hospitals. Bella seemed to notice Libby's body tense because her hand soon joined mine on my daughter's back, "Are you alright, sweetie?"

As her face pushed harder into my shoulder, Libby shook her head, and I bit my lip, knowing that her hatred of hospitals was partially my fault. Bella's eyes met mine, trying to figure out why my daughter was so upset.

Approaching the desk, the nurse smiled up at me, "May I help you?"

Smiling, I felt Libby whimper against my shoulder, wet staining my shirt, and I spoke to the nurse, "Yes, we are looking for Heather Michaels?"

Before the nurse had time to answer, I heard my best friends voice call across the waiting room, "Edward!"

The older woman smiled at me, and she spoke softly, her hand reaching out to touch my daughter. I felt Libby flinch, and I winced apologetically at the nurse, "Looks like you've found who you're looking for. Would this little one like a Popsicle?"

Lifting my daughter away from my shirt, I held her in front of me, tear filled green eyes gazing into mine, as Bella spoke to my daughter, "Would you like a Popsicle, Libby Bug?"

Libby nodded, and smiled, revealing shiny baby teeth. Kissing her forehead, I grinned, and the nurse spoke again, "What flavor, sweetie? We have cherry, blue raspberry, orange, and grape?"

"Blue raspberry, please."

Tucking my daughter against my shoulder, I stroked her back as the nurse returned with the Popsicle, and handed it to me, "She is quite adorable. You two are doing an amazing raising her, such a beautiful couple."

"Thank you, I really appreciate at that." Winding my free arm around Bella's waist, I tugged her in Liam's direction. I could feel her body heat rise, and I smiled when her cheeks tinged pink.

My best friend chuckled, before gently tickling Libby's sides, "Hey there, slow people."

Libby squealed, and I unwrapped her Popsicle, hoping it would keep her occupied. Glancing at Liam, I jerked my head gently, "Where's your wife?"

Liam slapped himself in the forehead, causing both Libby and Bella to giggle, "Well, shit, Edward! I have to bring her to the hospital!"

Rolling my eyes, I would have shoved my best friend if we had not been in a hospital. I knew he was nervous, "Wow, Li, calm down, and do not cuss in front of my daughter."

Smiling slightly, Liam gestured us towards his wife's room, "Well, Edward, since you didn't answer your phone, you missed him being born. Would you like to meet your godson?"

Grinning, I set Libby down on the floor, holding her now sticky hand in mine. Sighing, I knelt down to inspect the damage on my daughter's face, when Bella spoke up, "Go meet your godson, Edward. I will get Libby cleaned up."

Opening my mouth to argue, Bella stepped forward, and pressed her lips to mine, effectively stopping my rebuttal, "Go, Edward." Turning towards Liam, Bella smiled, "What is the room number so we can find you?"

Liam smirked, "206."

Libby waved, her face covered in Popsicle, "Bye Daddy! Bye Li Li!"

Waving at my little girl and Bella, I followed after my best friend. I smiled when I saw that his arm was no longer in a sling, it made me feel better about not being his partner any longer.

Pushing open the door to Heather's private room, I smiled when I saw her holding her little boy. He had a full head of brown hair, and I watched as the nurses played with the undoubtedly soft tresses, parting them to the side. I tried not to laugh at Liam's shocked expression, as he spoke, "I leave the room for 2 minutes, and you ladies start feminizing my son?"

Heather's head popped up to see me with Liam, and she smiled waving us closer to her, "Edward. Meet your godson, Brennor Cruz Michaels. Brennor, my sweet little boy, meet your godfather, Edward Cullen."

Extending his small body towards me, I carefully lifted my godson into my arms, as the nurses backed out of the room, giggling. Stroking Brennor's soft brown hair, I smiled down at the barely open eyes, remembering the day my daughter was born.

Flashback

"Come on, Carmen, you can do it."

Brushing her hair away from the sweat slick forehead, I swallowed, glancing down at the woman who would soon be leaving me, and our daughter. She had told me nights before that she did not think our relationship was ever going to work, and that I could take our daughter. Carmen wanted out.

Apparently, she had never wanted our daughter, but was too afraid to tell me that she was thinking an abortion was necessary, knowing that I was not fond of such practices. Her hand reached up to slap mine, and I pulled it back, letting it rest at my side.

Our daughter would be in her own room, once she was born, and Carmen was giving sole custody to me. She had said that I was never home, and that the police academy was my life, and that she didn't matter to me.

"One last push, Carmen," A loud cry echoed throughout the hospital room as my daughter took her first breath, and I couldn't help the tears as they began to fall.

I heard my soon to be ex-wife let out a disgusted sigh, "Take her away; she belongs with him now."

The nurse frowned down at her, "Don't you want to name her?"

Carmen shook her head, "I want nothing to do with her."

I looked up from the floor, shaking my head, wondering what had made her so hateful towards our daughter. The nurse looked at me expectantly, and I smiled, walking towards my blanket clad daughter. Gently brushing her soft curls, I spoke softly, "Welcome to the world, Elizabeth Grace Cullen. My perfect little angel."

End Flashback

Small hands gripped the hem of my shirt, and for the first time, I felt the tears on my face. Looking at Libby, I knelt down so that she could see Brennor's face. Her small hands traced over his smooth skin, and I heard him sigh softly.

"Meet your new cousin, Libby Bug."

Anyway, I now own two copies of each book, except for Breaking Dawn. However, I heard that I am getting that for my birthday tomorrow, from my grandma. Yes, I am a dork, but I can't let people borrow my stuff without having a back-up. Let me us know your thoughts, pwease? pouts…Trust me, a pouting Hayden is not pretty. And it's my birthday, so I can pout if I want too!

Hayden

Personally, this was my favorite chapter since one. What do you guys think? Umm…sexy growl. That Edward is too damn good. That's the hubby's doing. Well until Friday.

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13