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This is the Future Take o/s bought by Juliegirl18 during the FGB auction. She has so graciously agreed to share this with you all.

EPOV

"Damn Emmett," I said, placing another plate of burgers on the table, "do you think you can save some food for the rest of us?" We had a whole picnic table piled with all sorts of picnic type food. He had two plates, overflowing with food, in his hands as he made his way to where Rose was sitting.

"It's not all for me man. I gotta feed my growing boy," he said, sitting down and rubbing Rose's very prominent stomach. She was ready to pop any day now with their second child and Emmett was sure it was a boy.

"Yeah right," Jasper and Alice both said, laughing as they watched Emmett scowl at Rose for stealing a burger off one of the plates.

"Don't be so sure it's a boy," Rose said, as she took a bite of one of the burgers he had fixed. Emmett and Rose were currently the only ones without a son. Alice and Jasper had a son after Bella and I, and named him Carter Lee Whitlock. Jasper was obsessed with all things Civil War and chose to honor his son with the names of two of the men Jasper respected most in history, Ted Carter and Robert E. Lee. I am still wondering how he managed to get Alice to agree to that. I am sure it took lots of favors and bartering on his part. He had his father's blonde wavy hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever of seen.

And course Bella and I had our son, Masen Alexander Cullen. He was almost four years old and the light of both of our lives. He had my copper colored hair and green eyes, but lots of Bella's mannerisms. He reminded me so much of his sister at that age that sometimes it hurt. But we had not forgotten our Lizzie.

That's why we were here in the park today. Every year since Masen was born, on Lizzie's birthday, we came here to the park to celebrate her. Our family gathered, ate and talked and were just together. And we celebrated the life of our little girl who was taken away way too early.

I sat down at the table and watched the kids play while everyone else talked and ate. Masen and Taylor had always been really tight since they were born so close together. Taylor was James and Tanya's son. If you'd asked me four years ago if my wife would be friends with the woman everyone once accused me of cheating on her with, I would have told you that you were crazy. But Tanya and Bella had become great friends, bonding with their newborns and the hurt they had once went through. They were able to understand each other in a way that a lot of people couldn't, and for that I was grateful.

Emily, Rose and Emmet's daughter, was like the mother hen of the group of children. Since she was the oldest, she was a tad bit bossy, not unlike her mother. But she did make sure that little Carter was included in everything, since most liked to leave him out since he was the youngest. I watched Emily push Carter on the swings for a bit before I was jolted by a terrified voice.

"Masen Alexander Cullen," Bella shouted across the park, as Masen sprinted away from the group towards the parking lot. I stood up in a panic for a second before I realized where he was headed.

"Grandpa Charlie," he shouted as he leaped into Charlie's arms. He hugged Masen tight to him, without dropping the fishing pole and tackle box he had gripped in his hands. I walked over to Bella and pulled her into my arms.

"He's okay. He's fine," I whispered into her ear and hugged her tightly. I sensed the panic in her voice when she shouted out our sons name across the park. It had happened a few times and I knew exactly how she was feeling. After what happened to Lizzie, Masen was never more than five feet away from her. I was the exact same way.

I remember the first time she had turned her back on him in the store and she thought he h'd disappeared. He had actually just crossed behind her and was standing in front of the cart while she was frantically looking behind her. She came home, holding Masen tightly to her, groceries long forgotten. She panicked and left everything in the cart. Masen slept with us that night and every night after for two weeks. After a couple of therapy sessions explaining her fear to the doctor and the doctor reassuring her it was normal, she had finally come to grips and let him go back to sleep in his own room.

"I know," she said as she pulled away from me, "its just hard sometimes. I just think the worst automatically." I kissed her gently on her forehead and walked with her back to the tables.

"I understand," I said as we walked up beside Charlie and Masen. Masen held his own fishing pole that Charlie had bought him for his last birthday. Charlie has instilled a love for everything outdoors in our son. Rather than sit inside and watch videos like a lot of kids nowadays, Masen would rather be outside, fishing or digging for worms.

"Grandpa Charlie's gonna take me fishin' at the pond," he said proudly as he held his grandpa's hand. Charlie just laughed and nodded his head. He bent down and whispered something in his ear and Masen's face lit up.

"Papa C," he said as he bounced over to my dad. All the kids, even Emily, had taken to calling my dad Papa C since Lizzie had christened him with that name. My dad's face brightened every time one of his grandchildren called him that.

"What can I do for you little man?" he asked, as Masen climbed in his lap, still holding tightly to his fishing pole.

"Grandpa Charlie's takin' me fishin' and we wanna know if you wanna go?" he said, smiling widely at him. My dad starting laughing at Masen's enthusiasm and we couldn't help but all laugh as well.

"Abso-freakin-lutely," he said standing and placing Masen on his shoulders. The three of them walked over and asked the other kids if they wanted to join in and evidently they all agreed because they were now following behind the older men, like ducks in a row.

After a little more conversing with the adults, Bella and I began to clean things up before we continued on with the rest of our tradition. After a little bit longer, CHarlie and Carlisle made their way back, joining us at the picnic tables. Masen came running over to me, jumping on my lap.

Esme walked around and handed everyone a light pink balloon as Bella stood at the head of the table. This was often the hardest part of the day.

"Thank you again everyone for coming here this year to help us celebrate Lizzie. I know she's probably having her own little party up there with my mom right now and is watching over us, as she does every day. We love you, Baby Girl," Bella said as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.

We all stood up, balloons in hand looking towards the sky.

"Happy Birthday Lizzie," we all cheered as we released the balloons towards the heavens. Masen still held tightly to his balloon as he did every year. He wanted to make sure his sister knew which balloon was his he once told me.

"Happy birthday Sissy," he said finally letting go of his balloon. He turned his face up towards to sky and blew a big kiss up in the air. "I love you!"

I reached over to Bella and wrapped my arm around her as I still held tightly to my son. This was a celebration but it was still a little hard for us at times. We held tightly to one another for a few minutes and watched the balloons float up further and further until they were no longer in sight.

A few hours later, we were finally pulling in the driveway of our home. I figured Masen would be out like a light but before we left Esme had decided to walk all the kids over to the icecream truck that had ridden past the park. He was now on a sugar rush and was probably ready to go for a little while longer.

I helped Bella carry all the leftovers into the house while Masen sat on the floor in the living room playing with some cars. Once everything was put away I walked into the living room and stood in the doorway and watched him. He loved to play with others but he was quite content on playing by himself as well. He was a lot like his sister in that way. I would often come home when Lizzie was little and watch her as she played quietly alone talking to her stuffed animals as she pretended to have a tea party.

"Okay big guy," I said squatting down to begin to put away some of the toys, "It's time to head on up and get a bath and get into bed." He whined a bit at first but when he looked at me and saw the eyebrow I had raised at him he agreed and helped me clean up the mess.

We walked up stairs together and I told Masen to go ahead and pick out a pair of pajamas and meet me in the bathroom. I walked over to our bedroom and saw Bella lying back on the bed, looking completely exhausted.

"I'm gonna go get him ready for bed, why don't you do the same?" I said to her kissing her gently on the forehead. I moved to get up but she wrapped her arms tightly around me and pulled me down to her kissing me passionately. I moaned into her mouth as her hands went into my hair, pulling gently. After a few moments of heated making out, we pulled apart just as the our son entered the room.

"Daddy, will you tell me a story about Lizzie tonight?" he asked me as I stood up from the bed. I laughed a bit and ruffled his hair as we walked out the door to get him ready for bed.

BPOV

My son knew he didn't need to ask his father to tell him a story about his sister tonight. Since the first night he was born in the hospital, Edward had been telling stories to Masen about Lizzie every night. No matter how many times he had heard the story before, Masen never tired of hearing about his older sister's adventures. I was sometimes included in these story times, but most of the time I let it be a father and son type thing. I often shared things with Masen during the day about his sister. Little things would pop into my head while we were at the library or out shopping and I would tell Masen and his eyes would light up as he was told more about his big sister.

I stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes along the way. I really was too tired for a shower tonight so I just grabbed a washcloth and began to wash the makeup from my face. After brushing my teeth I stood back up and felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me.

"He asleep already?" I asked him as he placed his hands on the bump of my belly that seemed to have expanded overnight.

"Yeah. I can't believe no one noticed today. I half expected Alice to scream out loud when she figured it out," he said laughing a little. I was currently around 12 weeks pregnant and we decided early on that we wouldn't tell anyone until after today. We both just wanted everyone's concentration to be on Lizzie today and to celebrate her. There would be plenty of time to celebrate a new baby later.

"Well Dr. Cullen," I said, spinning around to face him, "I wasn't exactly walking around in my bra and panties today now was I?"

"You sure as hell were not," he said growling as he bit down lightly on my shoulder. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat as he continued nipping and sucking at the expanse of my neck.

He rubbed his hands up and down my naked back as he continued to kiss my shoulders and neck. I brought my hand in between us and started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he popped the clasp on my bra, dragging the straps down my shoulders.

"God, you are too fucking sexy," he said as I pushed his shirt from his body. He grabbed both breasts in his hands and pinched the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until I was moaning his name aloud. He knew that with this pregnancy, my nipples had become extremely sensitive and during times like these he tended to use it to his advantage.

As he brought his mouth down to nibble gently on my nipple, I reached my hands down and undid the buckle of his pants. I pushed his pants and boxers down as far as I could with my hands before reaching up with my foot to push them down the rest of the way. He wobbled a bit trying to kick the pants off his feet and I couldn't help but giggle. Once he finally had the pants off of his feet, he stood before me completely naked and looked at me hungrily.

"You think that's funny do you Mrs. Cullen?" he asked me, grabbing me by my ass and hoisting me up until I wrapped my legs around his waist. I kissed him passionately as he walked us out of the bathroom and over to the bed, lowering us down until he hovered above me.

"I asked you a question baby," he whispered in my ear as he kissed his way down my neck. He licked a trail down between my breasts and stopped to look directly in my eyes.

"Not gonna answer me?" he questioned as he continued to kiss and nibble his way down my body. All I could do was moan as he placed a gentle kiss on my clit. Sticking his tongue out, he placed one long lick along my sex, I almost fell apart at the sensation.

"God, Edward, that feels so fucking good," I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth and inserted two fingers. His fingers gently pushed in and out of me as he continued sucking and biting gently.

"You taste so fucking sweet baby," he moaned before lowering his mouth back down to me. He pushed his fingers in and out at a faster pace and suddenly I felt my muscles begin to clench around his fingers.

"That's right beautiful," he said as he continued, "come." As I came down from my high, he kissed a trail up my body until he was kissing me passionately. I could taste myself on him and it just made me want him all the more.

"Please Edward," I moaned into his mouth, "please." He rubbed his erection against my already sensitive clit and I arched my back at the stimulation.

"Please what baby? Tell me what you want," he said, continuing to thrust against me.

"Fuck me baby, please," I moaned. He didn't tease me any longer and thrust into me completely in one move. We both moaned at the satisfaction of finally being joined together. After a few moments of Edward not moving inside me, probably to gain control of his pending orgasm, he began to slowly drive into me.

"You feel so damn good baby. So fucking good every damn time," he moaned into my ear as he continued thrusting in and out of me pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. His movements became erratic as his orgasm became inevitable.

"Come for me Baby, I need you to come for me," he said, placing his hand in between us and rubbing at my clit. My orgasm pulsed through me and I bit into Edward's shoulder to keep from screaming out loud and waking Masen.

After a few more thrusts, Edward followed me over the edge and buried his head in my neck, moaning my name. He lowered his body resting a bit of his weight on me, trying to catch his breath. Once both of our breaths evened out, he rolled off of me and pulled me so that my head was lying on his shoulder.

"That was amazing baby," he said, kissing me on the forehead and rubbing his hand up and down the naked skin of my back. I turned my head up and kissed him on the lips moaning in approval.

"Yes, it really was. I had been dying to do that all day. You are loving these pregnancy hormones aren't you? " I asked, laughing, he joined in and nodded his head. We laid there in the quiet of the night for a few minutes longer until he finally spoke again

."I still can't believe that no one noticed today. I figured as much as you've begun to show now, that at least one of the girls would've noticed," he said placing his hand on my abdomen.

"Well, that was one of the reasons I wore such a baggy shirt today. I really wanted everyone to concentrate on Lizzie. So, when do you think we should tell them? Sometime this week, probably?" I said running my hand up and down the smooth planes of his naked chest.'

"Yeah, this week sounds good. So, have you thought of any names yet? I saw you looking online the other day at the baby name website."

"Actually I have. I like Matthew for a boy and Abigail for a girl. I am pretty sure it is a girl though," I smiled up at him.

"What, did you have another dream?" he asked me. I shook my head no. I had finally told him about my dream of Lizzie after Masen had been born.

"So, why those names then?" he questioned me as he continued rubbing my back up and down.

"Well, I have always thought Matthew was a beautiful name. It means a reward. And Abigail, I am truly fond of. It means the father's joy. And lets face it, if she is your daughter she will definitely be your joy. Not saying that Masen isn't, but there is just something about fathers and their daughters," I told him, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"That there is," he said hugging me tightly to him. "I really like both of those names. Now we just need to figure out middle names." We both laughed a little because that had been the hardest part in naming Masen. We could never agree on a middle name that we both liked.

"Not tonight though," he said, "we've got a little bit longer to figure it out."

"Yes, we do," I told him snuggling into his side for the night. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

"I love you, Edward."

"I love you, Bella."

A/N: So, there you go. A glimpse into the future of these two. Be on the look out for one more outtake from this story. It should be coming soon.