I still don't own Twilight. It all belongs to Stephenie.
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"Let's see. That tree house is long overdue—I've been waiting since I was two." His eyes widen for effect. "Then of course, I still want the new Wii games set with the sports and that Guitar Hero you promised me. What else?" He taps his little chin looking deep in thought. "I know! That kid car I saw when I was in town with Mommy!"
I decide to make my presence known before my poor husband dies of shock.
It's a few days before Christmas, and Tony, our little boy, is as hyper as ever.
I press my finger to my lips telling him silently not to alert daddy of my presence. He just grins at me, yapping away about what else he'd like from Santa.
Wrapping my arms around Edward's neck, I plant a huge smooch on his unshaved cheek. "Morning, daddy."
I feel him smiling as he wraps an arm around me, bringing me on his lap before he nuzzles into my neck. "Morning, mommy. Your son wants a shit-ton of things for Christmas."
"Santa is an old man, baby. He can't carry lots of toys," I say softly, hoping he'll lay off on some of his wishes. Of course, we got him most of his desired toys, but that kid car…eh, no. Never.
Tony rolls his eyes at me, shifting impatiently in his chair. "The reindeer are carrying Santa and all the presents in the magic sleigh. Duh, Mommy!"
"Oh, silly me." I giggle, snuggling into Edward.
"Yes, you're extra silly today. You mixed up your shirt with Daddy's," he points out, staring at the large band t-shirt that clearly belongs to Edward.
I purse my lips. "Nothing that belongs to me fits anymore," I explain.
"I'm still partial on having a baby sister. I hear they're annoying."
His statement makes us laugh loudly.
"Buddy, either you want it or not, you're having one. Maybe you should have given me the heads up before I did it."
Tony scowls at Edward. "Can't you cancel the order with Mr. Stork?"
Oh, my God! He's too funny and precious for his own good.
"Come here, baby," I whisper, opening my arms.
He squirms out of his chair and pads to our side. With Edward's help he climbs on my lap and we have a group hug.
There's not a day I can regret my decision of moving back to Seattle and buying a house with Edward. It's taken us a few months to talk it all out and trust each other completely. He's confessed to me that the day we broke up, he wanted to propose to me but then the stupid pictures appeared in the magazine and his greatest fear came true. My silly man.
When he actually proposes, it's in his own special way. Again.
After ten hours of labor, I finally gave birth to our baby boy. That's the moment Edward chooses to ask me to spend the rest of my days with him. He probably chose that moment knowing I'd agree with anything he says due to the pain relievers I was under.
Over the past four years we've come to learn what marriage truly meant, and that a fight didn't have to end with one of us leaving the house in tears.
I've spend too many nights at my parents' place in the first few months. I was extra emotional after giving birth to Tony, and Edward's temper didn't help. I've lost count on how many times I whisked my baby and drove to Mom and Dad's, or sometimes to Esme and Carlisle's to whine at them what an idiot their son is.
It took a sit-down with the whole family, and them explaining to us that if we fought it was because we loved each other and we cared so much, they told us to never go to bed upset, to always make up before sleep. Once we pulled our heads out of our asses, we discovered make-up sex. Fuck, that's awesome! I think Edward picks fights with me just so we have that mind-blowing sex.
Of course it's hard with a kid around, but we manage. Unsurprisingly, Edward was the one to know how to soothe Tony during his colic period. He's always been good with that doll in high school, and then he had experience from helping with his sister's upbringing.
Carla is a teenager now, soon to start high school. Edward's freaked at the prospect of her doing half of the things we did. I try to tell him that everyone does stupid things in high school, but he doesn't listen, saying he'll chip her to make sure she's safe.
But back to the present. A painful kick from inside me makes me grunt and shift on Edward's lap. Fuck, if the doctor is right and there's a girl I'm demanding a refund—three people with the same personality a.k.a. Edward's. Please, no.
We've agreed Tony was more than enough making us grey prematurely, but when about eight months ago I discovered I was pregnant, we went along with it. Not like we could have done much at that point, and abortion was out of question. I've had the flu and it had messed with my pills.
Edward rubs a hand over my stomach, kissing up and down my neck. Tony has raised my shirt and is following his sibling's feet all over my stomach making me cringe. I think she or he is playing, but I'm pretty sure I'll have bruises.
The door bell ringing loudly disrupts the moment.
"I'll get it! Maybe Santa came earlier!" Tony zooms out of the kitchen, before either of us can move a muscle.
"No opening the door!" Edward shouts, placing me on my feet before rushing after him.
It's too late. I can hear Roadrunner talking with the guest. He likes my nickname for him, and I call him that only when he misbehaves, running away like this. Edward prefers to call him Taz from Tasmanian Devil.
I waddle my way to the hallway to see the person at the door is not even a relative or friend. It's Mike, an interviewer. Alice has convinced me to have this interview for the article to appear around Christmas to show the world I'm still alive and stuff. Of course, I will have to talk about my comeback. I'm not really looking forward to that, but I've been poked and prodded from every side. Even Edward has urged me to make my return.
It's going to be an article like those one I never understood when the interviewer will write in Italics or in brackets about what's going on during his interview.
Tony's extra hyper, running in and out of the room, asking Mike if he's been good or naughty, telling him what he wants from Santa, or simply disrupting our time by coming to tell me different things—like his tortoise has disappeared again, how daddy threatened to lock him in his room. When Mike makes the mistake to talk to him, Tony goes to sit next to him and starts asking about the recorder, what he's writing there, if he likes my songs, if he knows whether little sisters are annoying or not, if you can call off the order for little sisters.
Edward bursts into the living room, looking apologetically at me. "I'm so sorry. I was in the bathroom. Where is he?"
Tony is hiding behind Mike, giggling madly.
I shrug, playing along. "Dunno. Have you seen Tony?" I ask Mike.
"No, he was here, though now it appears he's gone." He grins, earning a delightful laugh from my little boy.
"Then I'm going to nana's alone," Edward says loudly and jingles the keys as if he is about to leave.
"NOOO!" Tony comes out of his hiding spot, clinging to his daddy's leg. "I wanna see Nana!"
Once they're dressed and out the door, we can focus on my interview.
By the time I'm done and my boys return, I have lunch ready and Leo is back in his cage. Leo being the tortoise named after the Mutant Ninja Tortoise, Leonardo. The poor thing runs as fast as he can possibly can when Tony's around because he pokes him and pushes his limbs in the shell. He got Leo for his last birthday from his Grandpa and Grandma Swan.
I told them it was a bad idea. He's still too young to understand that he's hurting the poor pet. But Leo is smart and he has a Tony radar. Whenever my son approaches him, he hides in his shell or just takes off, hiding under the bed or in the bathroom behind the toilet bowl.
I feel sorry for him, but I'll hurt too many people if I take him away from Tony.
Edward helps me plate the food, before wrapping me in his arms and kissing me deeply.
"You found Leo!" Tony shrieks, running into the kitchen and colliding with my side, hugging me tightly. "I love you, Mommy!"
"Aw, I love you too, baby." I crouch to hug him and stroke his crazy bronze hair, inherited from his daddy. He's got my brown eyes, though. "But promise me not to torture him anymore."
"B-but…"
"No, sweetie. I don't tug at your arms or legs, poking you in the eye every given chance. He's your baby like you're my baby."
He looks at me frowning before nodding and dashing out of the room.
"Easy there, Taz! Don't hurt yourself!" Edward shouts after him. "Jeez, that kid will kill me," he grumbles, slumping on a chair.
"Well, this is parenthood, or so I hear," I whisper, going to stand between his legs and stroke his hair out of his eyes, much like I've done to our son moments ago.
He closes his eyes, almost purring. "I can't wait for him to crash for the afternoon nap. I'm exhausted."
"Aw, there goes my plan." I pout.
"What plan?" He seems to perk up, running his hands over my ass.
"You know how the pregnancy makes me horny…"
Grinning wickedly, Edward helps me on his thigh then kisses me again. As if he has a radar that tells him mommy and daddy are having a moment, Tony comes to a skidding halt next to us. Edward doesn't seem to let go of me, kissing me with ardor.
"Stop kissing. This is important."
I giggle and glance at him. My eyes widen when I see him holding his index finger as red liquid oozes out. It's not like his games when he jokes that he's bleeding.
"What did you do?" I moan, hoisting him up on my lap making Edward groan as we put too much pressure on his leg. A little shifting later, he has both legs under me. "Tony?" I insist, inspecting his finger.
"Leo bit me!"
I share a worried look with Edward. "What?"
"Leo bit me," he repeats as tears start rolling down his cheeks. "I just wanted to…hiccup…pet him and he bit me!"
"Aw, baby. Let's go clean your finger. It doesn't look like you need a trip to the hospital."
"I was just trying to be friendly. I guess he hates me," he mumbles under his chin.
I carry him to our bathroom and place him on the vanity. Edward's probably tracking the tortoise.
There's a gash in Tony's finger, but after cleaning it with cold water and some disinfectant, the bleeding stops. I wrap his finger in a band aid then kiss it.
At lunch, he's extra spoiled and makes me feed him, grinning widely at Edward when he narrows his eyes at him for not allowing me to eat. I manage a few bites in between feeding Tony.
While I clean up, daddy takes him to bed. When he reappears five minutes later in the kitchen, I moan loudly.
"You can't put him to bed?" I ask, fearfully.
"He's already out."
"Oh. Wow."
"Yup." He nods, coming behind me and turning the water off. "Let's go—our bedroom. Quick. Before he wakes up."
Giggling, I follow him, groping his delicious globes on the way. We tiptoe outside Tony's room then lock the door behind us once in our room.
Ah, alone! At last.
The nights are usually spent in three, which is not fun. So we try to make the most of the two hour nap in the afternoon.
Edward wraps my legs around his waist and pushes my back against the door. I hurriedly lift the shirt over my head and throw it on the other side of the room. When he's sure I'm anchored safely and won't fall, his hands find my filled breasts. Burying his face between them, he moans and mumbles that he wants to live there.
Men and boobs. I've learned not to stay in between him and my girls, but we're on a tight schedule.
He seems to realize it, too, because he steps out of his pants, before pushing my panties aside and entering me in one swift movement.
"AH!" I groan, my head falling back against the door. My nails scratch at his back.
"Brace yourself, baby," he murmurs, starting a punishing rhythm and making the door rattle.
Cursing under his breath, Edward carries me to the bed, placing me on my fours before pushing inside me from behind. Fuck, this feel so good!
Eventually, I grow tired and slump on the bed giving him better access at fucking me. His hands are kneading my ass cheeks as he dives into me at a maddening pace.
"So close," he grunts. His hips jerk erratically against my ass as one of his hands goes to my front and starts fiddling with my clit.
I shout his name when I find completion.
What seems like the next moment there's a knock on our door and the door handle rattles. We share a look of amusement.
"Mommy? Daddy?"
Groaning, I roll out of the bed and grab my shirt—Edward's shirt, but I claimed it as mine long ago—and walk to the door. My husband has enough time to rearrange his boxers before I open the door and Tony wraps his arms around me, pressing his little face to my belly.
"What's wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?" I ask, crouching to his level. His arms come around my neck, squeezing me tightly. "Hey, what happened?"
"You screamed. I thought something bad happened. You're okay, Mommy?" he asks innocently, staring at me concerned.
Aw, poor kid. I kiss his cheeks then his forehead. "Yes, mommy is okay. And so is daddy," I promise him.
"But I heard you scream. Did Daddy hurt you?" He frowns, peeking over my shoulder to Edward. I don't want to turn and see his expression.
"Mommy stubbed her toe into the bed's leg," I explain.
"Yes, buddy. I was making sure she was okay when you came to check on her," Edward says on a strained voice. "I'd never hurt Bel…uh, mommy. Okay?"
"Okay." He nods seriously. "I'm going back to sleep," he tells us through a yawn. "Don't make so much noise. I get bruises all the time and don't shout."
I giggle, staring after his retreating form. Turning to look at Edward I find him sprawled on the bed a pillow over his face as his body is shaking in silent laughter.
.
.
.
"This is awesome! When do we start?" Tony asks excitedly.
"In the spring, buddy. It needs to be warm outside," Edward explains.
Wrappers from presents are all over the floor and every toy is no longer interesting. No, Tony just unwrapped a tree-house picture and he's a smart cookie. I bet he'll ask if spring is here yet every day until Edward caves and starts working on the much desired tree-house.
"I don't know who's happier about this," Esme whispers, leaning into me. "Edward always wanted a tree-house but Carl never had time, and that's not my thing."
"Jazz had one, but it was too shabby. We weren't allowed up there," I remember.
"I can help," Jazz offers. "I know how it should look like."
That comment raises the excitement in the room tenfold. Tony disappears quickly, and I nod to Edward thinking he needs to use the toilet. He nods back and goes to assist him, but they return faster than I thought with pencils and papers.
"Come on, Uncle Jazz. Let's draw the house!"
I stare at the three of them as they peer over the sketch, my heart growing twice in size. This is how Christmas Day should be for everyone—filled with love, happiness and always in family.
So this is it. I hope you enjoyed the ride. :)
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