A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and alerts! I promise to reply to every review from the previous chapter and any other ones. I just figured you would like a chapter to go with that. Simba and Tosh were magnificent as usual. MiMi, you came through like Jordan in the 4th! I am so lucky!

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BPOV

"I can't believe you let me drink on a school night!" I lightly scolded Edward as we stood on the corner after having enjoyed a real date.

He had taken me to dinner at one of my favorite Mexican restaurants. I didn't pay him much attention when he mentioned it that morning, but I couldn't deny that I dressed a little nicer in the hope that we were actually have a date.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, tugging on the belt of my jacket.

"Yes," I answered with a laugh before kissing him.

"It's pretty nice out, wanna walk home?"

"Do you see these shoes?" I lifted up my left foot while using him for balance.

"Nice."

"These are Christian Louboutin sling backs. Do you see the mint condition red bottom? That's because I don't walk home in them. Now you say, 'Those are sexy shoes babe. They make your legs look great, and please keep them on while we have sex'. Not, 'Let's walk nearly fourteen blocks.'"

"I apologize that I only know about sneakers. They're very sexy shoes and you look even sexier in them. Your legs look amazing. Would you please keep them on tonight when we make love?"

"Thank you. I know. And I'll think about it. Come on, we've got the light."

"You'll think about it?" He pulled me back until I was pressed against him.

"You know I'm kidding. That whole speech was wasted on you and I'll forget it when I have to recite it for Rose. Thank you for a wonderful dinner that didn't include crayons. Sometimes I forget other places exist." I smiled, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Well you know that was originally plan A. Applebee's was in the running as well. Thank you for finally relaxing and not obsessively checking your phone like a paranoid Mama."

"Hey! Paranoid is French for mother. You should know that as a French speaker."

"Do you remember life before we had the children?"

"Life BC? Nope, not really."

"Really?" His eyes widened.

"I'm kidding! Of course I remember sleeping in, showers without the door open or taken in six minutes or less. Oh when I much hotter—"

"Excuse me, you're just as hot now as you were then, if not more."

"Well, I'm still hot, I mean come on, look at me." I couldn't help laughing at my conceited outlook. "I'm mom-hot now. Like the most gorgeous at the Whole Foods. I turn myself on when I'm working that cart. The produce aisle is my runway."

"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Edward was doubled over laughing.

"I don't come up with it, it's just our life," I shrugged, "but I totally remember life BC because I had you all to myself."

"I remember when I fell in love with you." He smiled

"Do share." I tugged on his sleeve.

One of things I truly adored about Edward was that he was never afraid to show his feelings; whether he was happy, sad, angry, if he felt it, he shared it.

"Well, beautiful woman of mine, do you remember that camping trip? One of the earlier dates where I tried to impress you?"

"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "I've never had so many mosquito bites, and I think that was my first bout of food poisoning. Eww! Oh god, don't tell me watching me puke and scratch is what did it for you?"

"No, silly, it was because you didn't complain or think less of me for not being very outdoorsy."

"Yeah, I didn't show you up either. I mean I did practically grow up on a reservation. If that wasn't love, I don't know what is."

"For me, it was love, and I got you, so I win." He said with a smirk, pulling me along.

"You're such a dork!"

Before I knew it, we were passing the Yura market.

"Ciao Bella is closed, I'm sad."

"You're still hungry?"

"Not food hungry, but I always save room for ice cream!" I whined.

"I'm sure there's some at home."

"There better be, or you're going out to get me some."

"Without argument." He shook his head and smiled, no doubt thinking about how crazy I was. "I know you fell in love with me at first sight."

*DN*DN*DN*

"Hey, Angela," I whispered, stepping into the living room where she sat typing on her laptop. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Did you guys have fun tonight? Thank you so much for the flowers, they're beautiful."

"We did, thank you, and I'm so glad you liked them. It was the least I could do. How were they tonight?" Edward asked, helping me take off my jacket.

"They were very good."

"Very good?" He looked at her in disbelief

"We got into a groove after dinner and then bedtime went off without a hitch. Madison said you let her have bubble water at bedtime. I only gave her a half cup because I wasn't 100% and didn't want to bother you."

"Oh! I'm sorry we didn't tell you, sometimes they like seltzer in the middle of the night so we put cups on their nightstand. It's pretty sporadic so we didn't even think to mention it. Thank you for doing that."

She nodded and packed up her belongings. I paid her for the night and confirmed the next few dates that she'd sit for us.

"Your shoes are gorgeous!"

"Thank you." I smiled at her and stuck my tongue out at Edward.

"Now there's someone who'd like to fuck you with your shoes on," Edward added once he locked the door.

"And I bet you'd watch."

"And you would be right."

"Nice. You check on her, I get him?

"Sounds good, let me set the alarm."

I cautiously entered Masen's room, hoping not to end my life by comic book fall or action figure puncture wound from the books and figurines that seemed to sprout from his carpet, but even in the dark, I could see his entire floor. His room was clean when just that very morning it was the scene of a Marvel and DC showdown with my patience ending up the loser. Angela had gotten him to clean up his bedroom before the Saturday deadline. Wow!

Kneeling down I kissed my man child with whispered affirmations of love.

"Holy shit! I can see the floor." Edward scared me as I pulled the discarded comforter over Masen.

"Shhh!" I pushed him out of the room. "You wake him, you take him."

"Did you clean his room? I told him-"

"Me? Yeah right, I guess Angela helped him. Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I had to move her to the head of the bed. How she gets to the foot, I'll never know. I have to return James' call, but I promise I'll be right up Ten minutes at the most."

"I'll see you in 10." I grabbed him by his tie, molding my lips to his.

"Ten minutes," I muttered against his lips.

"I'll make it nine." He placed a kiss under my ear while his fingers played with the band of my skirt.

I found the blob of a body I assumed was my daughter in the middle of her bed.

Didn't he just set her right?

"Maddy, are you hiding?" I laughed and slid her body so she could rest on her pillow. "I need to take pictures to show you how wild you sleep. Have sweet dreams, my beautiful girl. I love you so very much." After kisses to her cheek and nose, I left as quietly as I had arrived.

The walk upstairs felt like floating. I was more than aware of my surroundings and where I was, but the happy bubble I currently resided in provided an otherworldly essence. Our children were happy and taken care of, work was going well, I felt happy with myself, and I was head over heels for Edward. I was very lucky to have him. He was more than worth it, and I'd prove it to him tonight.

My hair fanned out along the foot of the bed as I waited for Edward. I felt anxious thinking about how our night would end. We were pretty good about bedroom activity boundaries as the children got older. I still had moments of panic that they would call for us, or worse, come look for us, but arousal won out over anxiety. I felt sexy in my bra and panties as I clicked my heels. I played with my hair, making random motions with my legs.

"I think that was about seven…Wow," Edward breathed as he stepped into the bedroom. Even upside down he was handsome as all hell.

"I think you had a request earlier, Dr. Cullen." I opened my legs wide before turning to my side and pointing my toes out to show that I still had on the shoes.

"Fuck me." He loosened his tie.

"I intend to."

I felt the bed dip down beside me as he climbed up to lay next to me, and my heart began to pump faster in my chest. It was times like these when the house was all dark and the kids were asleep that I could pretend we were much younger, and our need to be silent came from not wanting to be caught by my brother or his parents instead of our children.

His hands slid up and down my sides, and I felt heat flash along my skin where his palms had just been. The feeling of his clothes on my bare flesh made me feel naughty in a way I hadn't realized before.

Slowly we came together, our mouths melding and our breath mixing. I threaded my fingers into his hair as he firmly palmed my neck, bringing me close to him as his other hand wandered over my breasts and down my stomach.

His fingers slipped beneath my panties, and I sighed when he began to touch me, my back arching into him causing him to curse softly as his mouth trailed down my neck.

"God, I love it when you're like this."

I grinned and closed my thighs, trapping his hand between my legs and moaning next to his ear. His breathing was ragged as his teeth scraped over the swell of my breast.

Edward reared back quickly and nearly ripped the buttons that cuffed his wrists. His shirt was yanked off and soon his pants followed. Seeing the bulge tenting in his black boxer briefs, I licked my lips and rose up on my knees so that we were chest to chest before sliding my arms around his shoulders.

"I love you," I breathed.

His face softened from raw lust to adoring want and his hand came up, softly stroking down my cheek before he smoothed my hair down over the crown of my head.

"You're my life," he murmured.

Our lips met again, and this time it was sweet and soft. Slowly, he lowered me back and we gently undressed each other, taking our time and kissing spots we couldn't bear not to. He pulled back and stroked my thigh, lifting my leg until my foot rested in his palm. He slid the shoe off and repeated the process with my other foot.

"I just want my wife tonight," he said as he slid back down to cover my body.

Edward's face pressed into my neck as he filled me, my heart thrumming and my eyes watering as he moved. Every kiss, every stroke was soft and gentle, not at all what I was expecting when I came up here. I was expecting weeks of pent up sexual energy to be expelled—biting, sucking, kissing, dirty words and lube—not my husband treating me the way he was. My heart swelled to the point where I felt like I might not be able to breathe around it.

His face as he looked into my eyes was more erotic and lovely than anything else I could picture at the moment. His hand curving around to rest between my back and the mattress as he held me and moved inside me felt protective and possessive. In that moment, I was his and no one else's, and no one else would know what his face looked like in that moment either. No one else would hear his words of love and adoration. He was mine as much as I was his, belonging only to each other in moments like this. His job, my job, our family, it all fell away in moments like these.

His breathing began to sound choppy and short, and I felt his back tensing under my hands. He was grunting softly at every thrust, his face tortured as he held back.

"Together baby, please?" he whispered against my cheek.

I found the presence of mind to nod and let him know I heard him, but at the same moment I could feel myself building up to let go. I moaned low and gripped at him. I babbled in hushed tones as I came undone about how much I loved him and only him. He gasped, grunted and pressed into my neck. I knew how vulnerable he felt when we were like this. He would open up and show me that boy I fell in love with. Our love making had different personalities, different themes—wild hot sex where we were playful and dirty, amped up make up sex where we were reconnecting— but it was times like these, where it was all about being in love, that were my favorite.

It wasn't so much about the pleasure as it was the connection we felt, and I knew it was just as much of an emotional catharsis for Edward as it was for me. It wasn't often we were like this together, but when we were, it was amazing.

Edward pulled me up and situated us so that we could lay our heads on the pillows. I laid my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the space beneath his chin as he curled his arms around me and our legs mingled.

"I love you so much," I hummed.

He squeezed me and I smiled. After a few moments of silence I was close to drifting off when I heard his gravelly voice in the dark.

"One day, baby, when the kids are all grown up and off in college, and it's just me and you…I'm going to take you away from work and the city and we're going to be happy. I'll take you to Italy and we'll live at the estate in Sorrento and we'll do this every night. I promise you that."

It was the same every time we made love like this. It was like he was assuring himself more than he was me, but every time I would smile like a maniac and kiss him just like I was doing now. Every time I would feel all mushy and soft inside knowing he thought about things like that. Safe inside our bedroom, in our bed, where no one else could ever reach us or come between us, I believed in him. Edward never broke a promise.

*Mommy Madre*

Lazy Sundays were cherished. They were rare and hard to come by. Between the twins' extracurricular activities, play dates, our Cullen day, or other obligations we rarely had a day to sleep in. I wasn't above withholding playtime to make sure the children stayed in their rooms until at least 9:30. It was the least they could do for me being that I woke at the ass crack of dawn to get them wherever they needed. Today was quiet and I was able to complete lesson plans and get us all prepared for the week ahead. Edward was away for the day and I missed him. Our children were in their crazy phase when they got restless waiting for school to end.

I was startled by someone kicking our door. It was obviously a relative or friend. The doorman would have called up a stranger.

"Why are you kicking my door like the police?" I asked sliding the door back to reveal Rosalie and Peyton.

"TiTi!" Peyton jumped into my arms. He must have just spent time with Rose's family using his ever growing bilingual skills.

"Hey, Peyton Manning! Look at you! Look at these gorgeous curls." I grabbed a handful of hair before inhaling. He had the most beautiful combination of Rose's thick locks and Emmett's curls, so angelic.

"I'm gonna get a Mohawk!" he exclaimed with a laugh

"You are?" I moved him to my hip as we walked into the kitchen. "Ooh, is that mine?"

I watched Rose place Tupperware bowls on the counter.

"Your cousins are in the playroom if you'd like you join them." I set him on the floor and he ran down the foyer.

"Hello to you too!" Rose bumped me with her hip as I started removing tops.

"Hey, hooch! Ooh, and it's still warm. Did Mami Carmen just make this?" I couldn't wait to eat the food Rose delivered. Her mother always made authentic Spanish cuisine and it was so delicious. It was better than any restaurant I had ever been to, and I often begged for Rose to bring me a plate whenever she visited her mother. Today was shaping up to be quite amazing.

"Why didn't you use your key?" I opened the fridge to locate a beverage.

"I didn't want to interrupt you and Edward."

"Ha ha. You know your husband kidnapped him very early this morning." I rolled my eyes.

"Lucky you."

"Hey, I actually enjoy my husband's company."

"Yay, for brotherly bonding day! Did Edward practically piss himself being able to drive his Bentley?"

I laughed as I thought back to how excited Edward was getting dressed this morning. I heard him talking to himself trying to find the perfect outfit to "stunt" in. I fell back to sleep shortly after.

"He's excited. It's the only one that hasn't been child proofed."

"So you've fucked in it?"

"What? Rose! Oh god."

"I'm sorry, Virgin Mary with two kids, what was I thinking? It's amazing you should try it." She added the last part in a sing song voice.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"In every car I work on!" She smirked.

"Eww, eww! You're never working on my car again! Like ever! Eww!"

"I'm kidding, so far it's only been Edward's."

I couldn't tell if she was being serious, but I honestly didn't want to question it further; just the possibility of it was enough to gross me out.

"Not that I don't love your company, but what are you guys doing in the city today?" I bit into a plantain.

"We had a birthday party to attend for one of his classmates, boring as usual. I hate those parents. Because of Emmett they expect us to give these huge gifts. Everyone else brings video games and we're expected to provide entire systems and signed games. So many parents were looking for him to show up." She rolled her eyes before kicking off her shoes. "I can also stop at Target and BJs, let's sit on the terrace."

"There's the real reason. I can't leave those three unattended. They'll turn my house into a soup kitchen or burn it to the ground."

"They'll be fine. Plus Peytie knows better. He gets spanking reminders at least twice a week."

"What?"

"Girl, at least twice a week there are flying belts at our house."

"We do the mat and take stuff away. I rarely have to do a full out ass whipping."

"I wish," she sighed. "We do that too, but he has such anger issues. God, his aggression is insane. We'll be getting him into football this year for sure."

"That's Maddy. She has a temper like no other and will lash out without thinking. She has the rage of a teenager. I can already see us becoming WWE Raw in a few years with her telling me what she will and won't do. Then of course her teeth will be scattered over the house and I'll send her to live with you."

"Mommy," Peyton padded into the room interrupting our conversation and clinging to Rose's legs. He was missing his sweater, socks and shoes.

"Ay mi hijo, why do your clothes always fall off when we're somewhere for longer than ten minutes?" Rose asked him as she knelt down to roll up the hem of his jeans.

"My clothes didn't fall off, I took them off." He laughed, climbing into her lap. "We're playing a family game and I'm the new brother because Angela is the mommy."

"What?" Rosalie and I asked at the same time.

"Now I have two mommies."

"No, not even close." Rose was fuming and I was still trying to process what we had just heard. I needed to speak to my pair to get to the bottom of this. I tapped Rose's shoulder trying to tell her without words to calm down for just a minute. I knew it was probably a big misunderstanding, and we would handle it.

"Hey, Punky Brewster, where is your brother?" I asked, opening my arms for a hug as Madison clicked into the room with her fairy heels.

She shrugged and climbed into my lap.

"I can see how you'd lose him in the two minutes it took you to walk here." I squeezed her face and stole a kiss.

"Mase…" I called down the hall. No answer.

"Masen, where are you?" There was no telling what he was up to left to, his own devices. He was often the mastermind behind some of the great inventions that had come to life in our home. I stood up to check the playroom. "Mase, sweetie, are you hiding?"

"Mama, I'm pooping…and reading." Masen responded from their bathroom.

I shook my head at my overly descriptive child. "Flush and wash your hands."

We waited for Masen to join us so I would only have to go over this story once, which was actually one time too many for me. When he arrived, he took a seat on my lap trying to maximize the small space left over by Madison.

"So, let's talk about this game you were playing. Everyone has a mommy and daddy," I tried to explain, but could hear myself failing miserably. Edward was so lucky to be somewhere out on the track, or hitting golf balls.

"Nuh uh, Lucy has two mommies!" Masen refuted, poking me on the nose.

"Yes, sweetheart ,you're right, Lucy has two mommies. Okay, but you have a mommy and daddy. You and Maddy are brother and sister because you have the same mom and dad." I could feel my throat getting dry while I had my captive audience. I just wanted this conversation to be over.

"Peyton has a mommy and daddy and you're all related because his dad and your dad are brothers."

"So we can be brothers?" Peyton asked excitedly.

"It doesn't work that way, sweetie." I frowned at him while rubbing his head so he didn't think he had said the wrong thing.

"Plus ,you already have brother," Rose added, giving him a squeeze. I could see her on the verge of tears from not being able to satisfy her son's curiosity. Peyton was her baby.

"But I don't." Masen pouted. "Mommy, I want a brother."

I wish it were that easy.

"You can have my brother," Peyton offered.

"No more brothers!" Madison tapped my shoulder. "You're my brother, Mase, that's it."

"But Mama, if Angela is Mommy too, who is her brother?"

"Angela isn't your Mommy. I'm your mother, both of you." I hugged my twins close to me. I couldn't remember when they had gotten so old. I missed the days of my double jogger stroller, and waiting for them to even say Mommy. Now I had to prove that I was the only one. "Angela is your babysitter. She has an important job and you have to listen to her the way you listen to me, but only I'm Mommy. Does that make sense?"

"Mommy, can we make cookies?" For once I was grateful for my daughter's short attention span and easily distracted nature.

"With candy." Masen hopped down to go to the kitchen. "Come on, Peyton."

"We sure dodged a bullet with that one." I laughed with Rose. "I've already warned Edward that as a doctor, he gets the 'where do babies come from' talk by default. I'm so not ready for that one, but I know it's coming any day now."

Rose stayed in her seat with a pensive look.

"Rosie," I sang.

"I'm not so sure this discussion is over. You never asked where they even got the idea that Angela was their other mother. They wouldn't have just made that up. What is this woman telling your children? How comfortable is she becoming? I need to meet this chick because I have some concerns."

Rose was prone to overreactions, but I couldn't help wonder if she was right. My children had active imaginations, but they'd never once questioned if I was their mother. Even if I didn't agree with everything Rosalie mentioned, I did agree that I needed to speak with Angela about her role. Was Rose overreacting? Or was I not reacting enough?