I sure hate endings. This was one of my very first fanfictions. So it's safe to say it's like my baby. This is also the third fanfiction I've ended. *tear, tear*
This entire stroy is dedicated to my number one fan cutecookiechick. She's awesome, and amazing, and I miss her :D
Have fun reading, lovely loves. And watch Pretty Little Liars on ABC Family.
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The wedding was tomorrow. Rosalie, Alice, and I were all having massages at a spa near Alice's apartment, while the boys were doing the masculine equivalent: having beers and watching some movie with half naked girls and explosions. I couldn't blame them. If I were a guy, I would probably be doing the same.
Rosalie was huge. She was only five months, but I think the baby was going to take after Emmett size-wise. I would swear that if she didn't have her baby soon, she would pop. And I wouldn't be surprised.
Alice was getting there. Since she was so tiny, I would expect that the baby would also be. She was barely showing for being three months. And I was somewhere in the middle at four months. I just wanted them in the world already. I didn't want to be pregnant anymore. It was too much work.
But at least we all fit into our dresses.
"What did you want to name her again?" Rose asked Alice. Alice looked up from her fashion magazine to Rosalie, sporting an enormous smile.
"We decided on Maxine." Alice looked proud of herself. "Maxine Amanda."
"Aww," I said. "That's cute. She's going to have the hardest time getting a boyfriend what with Jackson, Caleb, and Kellan right behind her. She's going to be the youngest." I laughed.
"No way. My baby girl is going to be Alpha." Alice said. And I had no doubt about it considering the way Alice took charge of everything. Poor Jasper. "She has the vagina. She makes the rules." I grinned at Alice.
"In any case, the kids will be best friends." Rose filed her nails. Her golden hair shined and glimmered in the light. Her blue eyes stood out from the black mascara and eyeliner that rimmed her eyes. She smiled like it could cure cancer.
"They're cousins," Alice finalized. "They could almost be brothers and sister with the way our relationships worked out." Alice fixed her necklace so the clasp was in the back. Her hair was growing out, so it was chin-length. It was ink black, but shined blue in the sunlight that hit her from the window that she was sitting next to.
And me?
As I looked in the mirror I saw the wedding glow, the radiance of my skin, the health of my rich brown hair. My eyes were chocolate colored and wide-I was compared to a doe most of the time. But the one thing we girls had in common was not the fact that we were only a month apart in pregnancy, but the fact that our futures together were inevitable.
"Can you believe it? We're going to be married tomorrow." Alice's voice was excited and her smile could save a life. "We're going to be sisters, we're going to be sisters," she sang. Rosalie laughed.
"Alice, sit down. You're going to ruin your pedicure," Rosalie said. I laughed.
"Yeah, but how about this: Jasper and I bought a house!" Alice was still bouncing, excited.
"Really! Now way!" I said. "Where?"
"Across the street from yours," she sing-songed. I laughed.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I shouted. Alice and I were going to be neighbors? This was completely unreal.
"It's next to Rosie's-"
"Alice! I didn't tell her yet!" Rosalie screamed, cutting Alice's sentence off."
"Oh shit-" Alice looked at me. Rosalie was standing with her hands on her hips.
"Well in that case, we should of just bought a house big enough for all of us!" I said.
"Yeah," Rose said. "You were all happy about the school system, and how close everything was, not to mention it's a safe neighborhood . . . So, there you have it. We're right across the street. We could have slumber parties and stuff. My mother never let me have them. Or go to them. And now I can have them all I want. Suck on that mother!"
Rosalie had grown up with Jasper in Dallas, Texas. Before they were born, their parents had decided that they were going to split the kids. hence the difference last names (Rose Hale, Jasper Whitlock). Jasper stayed with his father, while Rosalie lived with her mom. They met for the first time when they were two, when their parents moved into two different houses on the same street to keep the kids together. Rose and Jasper were inseparable and they became friends with me instantly, even though Jasper was more of a friend to Edward.
"No, it's good that we have separate houses," Alice cried out. "I don't want to have to live with my crazy, messy brothers anymore!"
I laughed because she was mostly talking about Emmett.
Alice grew up with two brothers who were older than her. Emmett, the oldest was four years older, while Edward was only two. Alice became my best friend as soon as she popped out of her mother. And I can't say that it wasn't meant to be, because it definitely was. Alice was definitely our Alpha. Where I was smart and Rosalie was beautiful, Alice was creative. She knew how to get us out of a rut and that was what kept us all together. She knew how to be a major brat, that's for sure. But it was because she knew, eventually, something good would come out of it. For all of us. If anything was true, it was this: any fights that any of us had, had only brought us closer. Very close.
As for the boys . . . well, boys will be boys, as they say. But Emmett was far from a boy. Not that he was mature, because he wasn't most of the time, but Emmett had always been there when I needed the muscle to back up my words. Emmett was a little dense at times, joked around too much, made a fool out of himself more times than there are days in a millennia, and had his stomach speak for him most of the time, but still. He was one of the most caring and loving people I'd ever met.
Jasper was the complete opposite of Emmett. Jasper was in control of his emotions. And, oddly, everyone else's. He was my "I need to pour out my guts to someone else" guy.
"I miss Jasper," Alice said with a pathetic smile. I grinned.
Jasper was nurturing. Sure, he was a guy, but he was also a good guy. The most in touch with his feelings, I guess you could say. I guess that was why he and Alice got along so well. He didn't mind holding Alice's big pink purse when she made him, unlike Edward and Emmett who grumbled and groaned when Rosalie or I asked.
"Sure you do," I said. "You're just horny."
"Oh," Alice grinned. "Well that too."
Rosalie and I laughed.
And then there was Edward. Our relationship had started off a little rocky, considering it took us twenty years to confess our love for each other. But after that, everything was pretty much a match made in heaven.
And that was definitely all I could ask for.
Not to mention that I was pregnant with his twins.
Saying that I was happy would be the understatement of all time.
"Bella, you're daydreaming again. You look like a loser," Rosalie said.
"Thanks, Rosie," I said to her, my voice thick with sarcasm.
"Anytime, sister."
We left the day spa back to Alice's apartment, tired and ready to rest. But of course we couldn't do that. So we popped in a movie and sat on the sofa, cuddling together underneath a fluffy blanket.
"I can't wait until we're neighbors. Just so you know, I'm going to be dropping by for some sugar more than a few times," Alice said.
Rosalie and I laughed. "That's funny," Rose said. "Considering you don't ever need an excuse to come over. Other than the fact that we love you."
"That works too," Alice said. I smiled.
"I think that the fact we're pregnant together and that we're getting married together just makes it so much
better. I know I've said this like sixty billion times, but I love you guys."
"Well, thank God, because we love you too." Rosalie put her arm around my shoulder and I snuggled into her side as Alice lay her head on my lap.
That was how we fell asleep.
EPOV
I woke up to the ringing of my cell phone. I debated whether I should answer or not, but when I saw Bella's name on the caller ID, my answer was chosen for me.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey." I smiled. Why? Because even though we were in different places, she made me feel like nothing else could ever make me feel. She was going to be my wife. And sure. A wedding would only broadcast the fact that we loved each other, and we could do without it. But the fact that it was her . . . that was the reason I was getting married. Any other girl and I would have said I didn't believe in marriage. But there was something about Isabella Swan that made me think differently. And I loved it.
"I know it's three thirty in the morning, but I couldn't sleep and I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too," I said back to her.
"Good." She sighed. "Can you believe it? In a few hours-"
"We'll be off on our honeymoon fucking like wild rabbits," I teased.
"You're such a douche bag," she said.
"I'm kidding Bella."
"I know."
"I love you, you know that right?" I whispered.
"Of course. Otherwise, the wedding we have planned wouldn't be happening." She sounded satisfied. "I feel . . . accomplished."
"As you should Bella. This was one of your dreams . . . to get married."
"Yeah. And then With Ali and Rose in the mix. It makes it so much perfect."
I had to agree with her there. As men, Jasper and Emmett had never mentioned what they wanted out of marriage, just as I hadn't either. But if I could have any marriage, I know this would be the one.
"Yeah, baby, it does."
Bella was silent for a minute. And then she giggled.
"What? What's so funny?"
"I want you, Edward."
And there it was. It didn't take long for me to get aroused when Bella said things like that to me. And then she had that voice . . . that phone sex operator voice. I was done for.
"Really?"
"Mmhmm. I know it's like bad luck to see each other before the wedding, but I was never superstitious anyway . . ."
"So what?"
"I'm coming over . . . Are you alone?"
"Bella," I said, surprised by her spontaneity. "It's almost four in the morning?"
"So? You're only at the hotel. And I'm horny. Are you really going to deny me of sex?" she said. I sighed. "Come on Edward. I can't wait any longer. We haven't had sex in two weeks."
"How about I come over instead?" I reasoned.
"But Alice and Rosalie are here and . . . we have a tendency to be loud, Edward." Bella giggled, no doubt thinking of all the previous times that we'd fucked loudly, without much care in the world.
"We can be quiet . . . maybe." I said with a laugh.
"Well, hurry up so we can find out. But be safe. I love you. And emphasis on the "hurry", or I start without you."
"Do you always have to say things like that to me?" I said to her as I got dressed.
"No. But I find it funny," she whispered. I slipped into some shoes, pulled on a shirt, grabbed my keys and went out to the car.
"Well, Bella, it's not."
"Only to you," She giggled. "I'll see you when you get here," she whispered.
"Okay." I hung up and drove to Alice's apartment with only the radio as background noise.
I had to admit. I was pretty excited about the fact hat I was going to have sex with Bella. It wasn't a big deal, and obviously, I'd slept with her before, but two and a half weeks . . . I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted it more than she knew.
I walked up to the apartment, calling Bella rather than ringing the doorbell to avoid waking up Alice or Rosalie. She answered the door, the apartment dark. Alice and Rose were asleep on the couch, but I had little time to assess much else as Bella pulled me to the guest room.
She shut off the lights as I kicked off my shoes and set my keys down.
She kissed me, hard and uncensored as her hand grazed of the growing bulge that hid beneath my jeans. I groaned in her mouth and she pressed harder against my dick.
"Jesus Bella, I'm going to lose it if you keep doing that to me." She looked up at with with her enormous brown eyes.
"Come here." She led me to the bed, stripping out of the t shirt she was wearing, followed by the very short shorts. And even though she was pregnant, she was the sexiest woman I'd ever see. Maybe I was being biased on account of I'd seen her before she was pregnant. Or maybe my dick was speaking for me. But Bella . . . was left in her underwear.
I was eager to rip them off.
I climbed on top of her where she was lying in the middle of the bed, kissing her until she changed our positions so she was on top instead . . . .
BPOV
Edward's kiss was slow and thorough, but still aggressive and rough, much how I liked it. He took his time, familiarizing his hands with my body, over the planes of my stomach, down to the distinct curve of my hips, over the firmness of my ass. His kisses left my mouth to the base of my neck, his fingers undoing the clasp to my bra, my breasts pouring out. He threw it across the room. I pressed my chest to his, his naked front warm and inviting, like the rest of his body. I relished in his touch, the way his fingers, experienced and quick, slowed down, touching me without the rush of time behind us.
I moaned softly into the room, conscious of the noise we were making; his body responded; his erection rubbed against my ass. The touch of his hand was like fire on my skin, like slow lava creeping across—it felt amazing. My hand slithered between us, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping the zipper down the fly of his pants. His cock was already hard, his hot flesh ready in my palm. I rubbed my hand up and down his shaft a few times, eliciting sounds from him I liked to hear. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin, as I continued to fuck him with my hands. He groaned, and I continued to rub him with my hands, going deeper in his pants to touch his balls. He jerked and groaned again. His hands found purchase in my panties, and my body shivered. There was something about Edward touching me that made me want to steal him and hide him away from the world, let him touch me like that for hours and hours on end. Great sex was great sex, but this . . . this was unimaginable.
"Bella—"
"Shh," I said to him.
He came, over my hands, on his pants, and on my thighs, grunting a few times as his body trembled and spasm-ed underneath me. He looked up at me, his green eyes filled with such anonymity. I rested my forehead against his, his breath fanning over my face. It was sweet, like sugar, but had the undertone of the tequila the boys had been drinking before they'd gone to bed not to long ago. I kissed him, his lips lazy and lingering, a slow kiss, gentle, yet burning like fire. I felt his heart beating against my chest, his heated flesh and mine creating sweat where we touched. His hands raised goose-bumps on my flesh, running his hand up my thigh, pushing aside my panties. He slid his fingers over my clit and I moaned against his mouth. My hips moved over him, his fingers gliding in and out of my slick wetness. I pulled away from him, pushing his hand away. I slipped out of my panties, and then pulled his jeans all the way off of him. I took his hard, hot cock in my hand, positioned my heat over it and let him enter me. I slid down until he was all the way inside of me. A shiver attacked the spine of my back. My hair fell in cascades over my shoulders and chest. Dark and wavy; Edward pushed it back, revealing my chest, bouncing as I moved. He pulled my body to him, his hard flesh against mine as I moved my hips meeting his.
I'd never made love so sweet to him. Sure, there were lots of times we'd done where it seemed it couldn't get any better, but this . . . I think It was the sneaking around, and the fact that we were going to be married tomorrow and in a lovely hotel in Rome the day after that made it so much better.
Edward's grip on my hips was bruising, but it didn't hurt. If anything, I wanted him to hold me closer, grip me harder, never let me fucking go.
I cried out, my movements rougher, like his. I held him close in my arms, pressing my lips to his as I climaxed, my body spasm-ing and shuddering, clenching around his cock. He continued to fuck me, until I felt him come inside of me, his movements slowing as his orgasm rocketed through him like mine had me.
I fell against him, feeling his deep, uneven breaths.
"Fuck, Bella," he said. I let out a languid laugh. He rubbed my back, and I curled up into a naked ball next to him. I could feel his gaze on my side.
"What?" I asked. A lazy smile crept on my face.
"I don't even know," he said softly.
I laughed. "Neither do I. I'm just glad sex this good isn't illegal." I rolled off of him, lying in his arms, both of us panting and sweating. It was hot, but neither of us made a move to disconnect from each other to cool off. I felt we were perfect the way we were.
Edward left early in the morning, before Alice and Rosalie woke up. They, throughout the day gave no hint that they knew I'd slept with Edward last night, when even thought they'd told me it was against the rules.
We were getting our hair and make up fixed; it was only two and a half hours until the wedding. Celery was there, making sure everything was going according to plan, since Alice wasn't able to make sure everything was perfect herself. And it really didn't matter; Celery was just a psycho as Alice when it came to planning.
Time was flowing by, and all I could think about was last night and how amazing it was to lie in Edward's arms. It felt perfect and amazing, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend my mornings.
"Bella, I can't find the Tiffany's necklace that I ordered . . . Did you see me leave the house with it?" Alice asked. Usually the most composed . . . not so much now. But I would understand her need for this necklace: we all had matching jewelry to compliment each other's dresses. It was Rosalie's idea and it turned out perfectly. But this morning, she'd been helping Rosalie look for a specific hair pin her mother had given her for her wedding day.
"I can't remember, Alice," I said to her. She looked like she was going to burst into tears. And I wouldn't blame her. That necklace was pretty expensive.
"Can you check the house for me?" she asked. I bit my lip. She was lucky I loved her so much, or I wouldn't have left at all. I grabbed my keys and stole Rose so she could come with me for the ride.
"Are you excited?" I asked Rose.
"Yeah. I am. I'm happy about going on my honeymoon. I haven't fucked Emmett in like two months. I really actually thinking about stealing him away for a few minutes just to do it." She laughed.
"Well, I know Alice was all 'YOU CAN'T DO IT BEFORE THE WEDDING' and stuff, but I think it's okay. I mean . . ." I smiled, "Edward was over last night and we had sex, and everything is going just fine."
"You cheater!" Rose smacked my arm. I burst into laughter.
"I couldn't help it! But I think Alice needs to go ahead and break her rules so she can have peace of mind. Or else . . ."
"Don't say she's going to go crazy because unfortunately the girl has already passed Go and collected her two hundred dollars. I hate thinking it, but sometimes, she scares me. I think she's really psycho. Like she needs to get checked out."
I dismissed what Rosalie said. "She just wants to make sure everything was perfect. Do you want to tell your kids, 'Oh, my wedding was just okay. Nothing spectacular'?" I said. "No. You want to say it was fuck awesome. It's just the way she is."
Rosalie nodded in agreement.
At the apartment, I located the necklace in the box that Alice was talking about. I smiled. She was always worrying about someone else rather than herself.
After that, Rosalie and I stopped for some Frappaccinos at a Starbucks, and then back to the Plaza to get into our dresses. Rosalie disappeared for a half hour, freaking out Alice until I called Jasper to come whisk her away and fuck her brains out.
When it was twenty minutes until the wedding, Alice, Rosalie, and I sat in a circle, performing the ritual we'd set ten years ago.
The ritual consisted of sitting on the floor, knee to knee throwing back a shot of whiskey each as we said on thing we wanted to accomplish a year from now.
"I want to open a bar. Like an Coyote Ugly type of bar. Emmett thinks it's great because of all the free drinks he'll be able to get." Rosalie laughed and smiled, throwing back her shot glass. She hissed, her face puckered like she'd eaten a very sour lemon.
Alice's turn was next. "So, I'm going to start a party planning business. Jasper is still going to teach high school, so I just want to do something small. I want to be a big par t of Maxine's life." Alice threw back her shot glass. "And besides," she continued, "I want to have a lot of . . . special time with jasper. I find that having sex with him keeps me sane."
Rosalie and I shared a glance. We smiled.
"Okay," I said. "I want to be the photography coordinator at Cosmo. I already have a job there, so it shouldn't be too hard. I just want to expand. I'm going to have twins. I don't have time for anything else, dammit." I tossed back my glassed and laughed. "But I'll make a day have thirty hours just to spend time with my husband."
Rosalie and Alice agreed. We all hugged each other and then fixed up little hair and make up glitches that had happened over the hour of waiting.
"It's almost time," Celery said, coming inside to take a peek. "Wow! Y'all make such gorgeous brides!" She hugged each one of us lightly and then she disappeared back to her job.
And when Celery said it was almost time, she wasn't kidding. We all stood in a line, each of our father's standing next to us so they could give us away. Charlie was smiling at me when I walked up to him.
"You look beautiful, Isabella," he said. He gave me a hug, tears filling my eyes.
"Thanks, Dad."
"I know we won't be able to see each other, what with us being on the different sides of the US, but if you ever need me for anything, don't ever hesitate to ask me for it. I'll find a way to get it for you. You're the best daughter any man could have."
"Just like you're the best Dad." We hugged again and I linked my arm with his, holding my bouquet . We took a deep breath and then, when the bride's march began, we walked into the ballroom. The three of our fathers were ring bearers, since we didn't have a little kid in a suit to do it for us. And Angela's daughter was still too young to be able to be the flower girl. But the simple fact that she was one of our bride's maids at last minute was a blessing, along with Esme and Rosalie's mother Rachel.
The boys were standing in a line identical to ours. They looked sharp and very happy, cheeky grins adorning their faces. I smiled, tears filling my eyes. Everything was going so perfectly it was hard not to get so emotional.
Once we reached the altar, we separated into couples as our fathers handed us off to the men we love. I gave my bouquet to Angela and she smiled and winked. I blushed.
Edward stood in front of me, smiling. The tears that had built up were now falling over. But I smiled through them, just waiting to get this thing over with so I could finally call myself Isabella Cullen.
Many shed tears, smiles, and laughs later, we'd all said "I do" to our respective partners, kissed and cheered, ready to get to the reception to each and listen to drunken toasts, as well as have our Father/Daughter dances.
Holding my hand, Edward stood next to me. I was glowing. I could feel it. It was amazing. Everything had gone according to plan and everything was good. We were all married, pregnant, and successful. What more could you ask for, really?
The reception went amazing. There weren't any drunken toasts, and I didn't cry too much, which was always a plus.
But seeing familiar faces was the best, like Jacob and Leah, Angela, Ben, and little Amy.
But after that, all six of us were of to our respective corners of the planet to enjoy our alone time. And boy, did Edward and I enjoy it. Even though I was excited to see Rome, we hadn't seen much considering we locked ourselves inside of the room, fucking for most of the hours of the day. I never got tired, and neither did he. And when we felt satiated, we went out and explored . . . only to find ourselves back in the hotel, locked in the room, wildly fucking all over the place.
Yes.
Five months later
Alice, Rosalie, and I were in the kitchen of Alice's house, cooking dinner. Rosalie was sitting at the table, rocking Jackson to sleep. We were talking quietly about Rosalie's new bar. It hadn't opened yet, but she and Emmett bought an old place and are in the process of converting it.
"Guys, do you think hiring a nanny would be okay?" Rose asked. "I mean, I haven't had any sleep in, like, two days. Jackson doesn't stop crying. I swear he likes Emmett more than me," Rose said with a smile. She brushed her blonde hair out of her face, looking down at little Jackson.
"I don't think it's bad, but don't let Jackson get too attached. And don't hire a hot nanny," Alice said. I laughed.
"Yeah, because Emmett is going to be tempted by someone other than Rose," I told her. She flipped me off, continuing to stir a pitcher of iced tea she was making.
"I'm just saying," Alice continued. "You've seen the movies and the shows about husbands and their nannies." She lifted the spoon to her lips, made a face, and added more sugar. I looked at Rose who seemed amused by what Alice had said.
"Yeah," Rose said. "But I wear the pants, missy. Emmett doesn't have the balls to cheat on me. I'll kick his ass."
We all laughed and then Alice turned to me. "What do you want to do tomorrow for your birthday?"
"I was thinking a nice brunch, just us three, and then we rent a few movies for the day," I said. Alice laughed.
"Good. I was hoping you would say something like-" Alice just froze, dropping the pitcher of iced tea.
"What's wrong?" I said to her.
"My water just broke! I'm not due for another month!" She yelled.
"Holy fuck," Rose said. "Bella, go pack an overnight bag for Alice as I get her in the car and get Jackson. Also, call the boys." Rosalie was moving fast, so I thought I should get a move on too. Only, a pregnant woman can move so fast, you know.
Upstairs, I packed clothes for Alice and Maxine, some toiletries, and Alice's CD that she made to be played during the birth.
I called Jasper first, as I was getting downstairs.
"Hey, Bella, what's up?" He said casually.
"Your wife is having your kid. I suggest you meet-"
He hung up before I could say anything. I smiled.
I went into the kitchen, turned off the stove and over, and most of the lights. Rosalie was waiting in the car for me, and once I was in, we were speeding off to the hospital.
Alice was humming, a soft little tune, calmer than Rosalie and I were, and weren't even having the kid. How that logic worked was beyond me.
Everything happened really fast. Somehow, the boys beat us to the hospital. Jasper and Rosalie took care of checking Alice in, while I stayed behind with Edward and Emmett. I filled them in on what exactly happened inside of the house and then I sat down, too much commotion making me nervous.
"Bella, are you all right?" Edward asked. I nodded.
I was, but something wasn't settling with me. My stomach was in knots; I was worried about something.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Could you get me some water or something?" I asked him. He nodded and left.
For some reason, I was hurting. Not serious pains, but I was uncomfortable. One of them was kicking me too hard. They wanted out. And believe me. I wanted them out, too.
Edward walked up to us, handing me a bottle of water. "Rosalie said Alice is checked in. She's waiting for the epidural."
"Wow already?" I siad.
"I'm guessing so. Alice is so small. I don't know how she can handle it." Edward shrugged and sat next to me, on my left. Emmett was sitting to my right, just staring off into space. He laughed absently.
"It's funny you know," he siad. "Alice is having her baby before you. I would have thought you would have popped by now."
And then it happened. It just happened. I never thought it would feel like this, but it just flooded out of my body, and before I knew it, I was smiling.
"Edward?" I said softly.
"Yeah?" he said. he looked at me, concerned. I probably looked like a crazy woman with the smile I had on my face.
"My water just broke." I laughed.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Emmett said. "I didn't mean for it to happen-"
"No, I'm not kidding. So I suggest one of you stop staring at me like I'm crazy and get me a doctor!" I shouted at them.
They were both off, dispersing like teens at a busted party, while I was sitting in my chair thinking of the odds of how this were to happen. Alice and I were going to have our babies together. It was absolutely unbelievable.
Edward finished getting me checked in while they rushed me to a room close to Alice's. Rosalie came inside cackling like a crazy witch.
"This is ridiculous. Of course you two would have your babies on the same day." She smiled down at me, wiping a tissue over my forehead. I smiled weakly. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine . . . I think." A sharp pain stabbed through me, and I grunted, holding Edward's hand, squeezing as hard as I could.
Rosalie chuckled. She'd gone through this already so she knew what I was feeling. I smiled back at her, and then looked at Edward.
"Are you sure you're okay, Bella?" He asked.
"Unless you have magical powers that can make this go a lot faster, then yes. I'm fine." I grumbled. I sighed. "I want them out of me now!"
Emmett was with Alice and Jasper, while Rosalie stayed here with me. Things did go by quickly, like I'd hope they would, and before I knew it, I was dilated enough that I was given my epidural.
After that, it was smooth sailing from there. Well sort of.
"One more push Bella . . ." The doctor said. I didn't want to push anymore. They could just pull them out. WHY WAS THIS TAKING SO LONG?
I pushedd as hard as I could, until the doctor said the first baby was crowning. One more push, and that was out. I rested for a few seconds, before doing the next baby.
He was even harder than the first!
But after being in labor for seven hours and between the cussing, yelling, screaming, and pushing, Caleb and Kellan were born, only two and minutes apart.
It was almost five in the morning already. I was resting and the babies were in the nursery. Edward had fallen asleep after I had told him, after numerous times, that it was okay to. Alice and I were stuck in one room together, Jasper and Emmett also sleeping, while Rosalie, however exhausted she was, stayed awake with us. I had my boys at 1:11 and 1:13 a.m. while Alice had maxine at 12:34 a.m.
"So who was born first, Kellan or Caleb?" Rose whispered.
"Caleb. And then Kellan. And I think they're going to look just like Edward." I shrugged.
"Whatever. Everyone always say that new born babies are the cutest. Yeah right!" Rosalie said. "They're ugly little mushroom looking things."
Alice and I laughed.
"And then they become cute," she said. I smiled.
"Well, at least Jackson will have someone to play with," Alice said.
"Yeah, a whole bunch of someones, thanks to Bella over here." Rose smiled. "You'd think it would be Me or Alice to have the twins, considering I am one and she's married to one."
"I'm just chock full of surprises, girls. You should know that by now!" I laughed and closed my eyes. We did good. And I guess this was the best birthday gift I could ask for, you know?
"Bella, it's your birthday, you know," Rose said.
"Duh, Rose, she's not that forgetful." Alice retorted.
"Well I have my laptop in the car, and I could go to redbox really quick and get some movies," Rose continued, Alice's comment not fazing her one bit. "We can still make the party happen."
"Oh, yeah," I said. "What a party."
"The best party," Rose snapped playfully. "Get it straight."
We all shared a laugh, until Jackson started fussing up again. But Emmett beat Rosalie to the punch, snapping out of his sleep in a matter of seconds. He fixed a bottle of milk for Jack and then rocked him to sleep, Rosalie not even having to get up.
I smiled.
"So , Bella, when do you want to call your Dad and my parents? I figure we could tell them at the same time, as Jasper's parents," Alice said in a whisper.
"I was thinking when it's not almost three in the morning away," I said. Alice laughed. "I'm tired though, and I think we should get some rest, considering what we've just been through. I'm not exactly jumping for joy at the fact I have a river of blood spewing out of my vagina," I said.
"Get used to it," Rosalie said. "It lasts for a little while."
I grumbled, but shut my eyes, quickly falling asleep.
When I woke up, I felt exhausted, like I was hit by a truck. But it was some rest, and I couldn't complain, knowing that it was a hospital, and they never let you sleep in a hospital.
Rosalie, Emmett, and Jackson went home for the day so they could put Jackson down for a real nap. Even thought I knew they were faking, they claimed they were comfortable.
"I'm going to get some coffee, okay?" Edward said. He kissed my cheek and I nodded.
seeing the babies was something else. Rosalie was right-they did look like shrunken aliens. But to me, they were beautiful. And I guess it was because they were my kids. Mine. And Edward's.
Caleb and Kellan were brought to me so I could feed them, but one at a time. And they were truly identical.
And I loved them with all of my heart.
EPOV
We were finally home, and the boys were asleep in their cribs, padded with soft blankets so they were comfortable.
Bella was lying on the couch, resting. I was in the kitchen making dinner. The house was so quiet, but it wasn't eerie. It was peaceful. I had a family, and it wa s better than I could imagine.
There was a knock at the front door, and after a few seconds, I heard Emmett's voice, along with Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper.
Alice came in the kitchen, carrying Maxine, dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, a very unusual and rare thing. She smiled, but I could tell she was tired.
"Maxine doesn't shut up," she whined. Her eyes watered up, and I took the baby from her. She was sleeping. "this is the first time she's fell asleep in the last sixteen hours."
"What about Jasper?" I asked.
"The same thing. But he's been up longer than I have. Poor man."
I laughed. "How about I put Max in the crib in the den and you go sleep for a few hours."
Alice smiled up at me. "Really?"
"What are big brothers for?" I shrugged. "Go. And take Jasper with you."
She smiled. "Thanks Eddie," she said. She gave me a hug and kissed Maxine's forehead ever so softly. "You be good with Uncle Eddie, Maxine." She walked out of the kitchen, and after a few minutes, I heard the front door open and close.
Rosalie came in the kitchen holding Jackson. "Where did Alice go?" she said.
"Home to sleep. We're going to keep Maxine for a little while so they can sleep. She's so little, she's going to overload and blow up. And that's not good. You've seen Alice when she's all psycho." I smiled at Rosalie while she laughed.
"More times than I care to remember. But hey. You're doing a good thing. You're going to be a great father."
I sort of . . . beamed when she told me that. I felt like, even thought I was exhausted, it didn't matter. I was going to be some sort of superior for the twins.
"Edward, I think something is burning," Rosalie said. Breaking me from my little reverie. I handed her Maxine and went back to cooking.
Everything was still perfect, though.
Five Years Later
It was the twin's , Bella's, and Maxine's birthday. We were all in the pool in Alice's backyard, celebrating.
"Mommy! Caleb hit-ted me!" Kellan shouted from the patio, at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his freckled face.
"No, I didn't! Kellan hit-ted me first!" Caleb shouted back. "Daddy!" He ran over to me, and I shook my head. Why couldn't they just get along? The boys fought constantly, unless Maxine or Jackson were around. And then they were perfect Angels.
"Caleb, and Kellan, right now," Bella called. She was standing on the side of the pool, in her tiny bikini, gleaming wet with water.
Kill me now.
I never thought having kids would kill our sex life, but it killed it, buried it, and forgot all about it. It's been, like, two months since we've even come close to doing anything that required being naked. Two five year olds . . . they constantly needed to be watched, or something else in the house broke.
But Bella . . . ma n I was glad she was my wife.
"You promised me and Daddy that you were going to be good boys. You know what happens when you don't behave, right?" She said in an authoritative tone. The boys looked sad.
"We don't get no presents," they said in unison. The stood side by side, identical stances as they looked up at their mother. THey bothe had green eyes and reddish brown hair, and pale gold skin. They were pretty good looking kids, if I said so myself.
"Right. So are you going to be good?" She asked. She flipped her har from her shoulders, her body glowing. And maybe it was just because I was horny, but damn . . . she looked amazing today.
The boys nodded at their mother's question. I chuckled a little.
"Good. Now go play with Max and Jack," Bella ordered.
"Okay Mommy." They ran away , playing with their cousins. Bella slipped into the water, swimming towards me.
She emerged, a sexy grin playing her lips. She pressed her body to mine, wrapping her arms low around my waist. "Rosie said she would take the boys tonight so they can play with Jackson," she said in a sultry whisper. "You know what that means," she continued. She looked up at me with her gorgeous, deep brown eyes, her smile slowly growing.
"Oh, man," I sighed contentedly. I leaned down to kiss her, her mouth warm and inviting. My arms slipped around her waist, my hands sliding down to grab ass.
She laughed. "I can't believe you just did that," she said. I laughed at her. She must have forgotten what sex felt like.
"Shut up-you liked it." I grinned at her.
"So what if I did?" She liked her lips and swam away, but not before I could catch her and kiss her again.
"Cake Time!" Alice came out of the house, Emmett following her with an enormous cake, big enough to feed the entire neighborhood, not just the ten of us.
Alice wanted to open a Party Planning business, but instead, she bought a bakery and that was it. Rosalie on the other hand had shut down her dream of owning a bar and co-owned the bakery with Alice. Bella, however, still worked at the magazine, as Editor-in-cheif. She had set her goals high, and raced passed them.
Bella and I hopped out of the pool and the kids came running, the little boys and Bella standing so we could sing happy birthday.
And so we began singing, and Bella blushed. She was twenty eight now. She looked at me, smiling, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Alice and Rose cut the cake, all of us sitting to eat it. Bella sat next to me, our feet in the pool.
"I haven't had a birthday like this in years," she siad.
"Like what?" I asked. I was confused. It was the same as last year.
"I don't know. It feels different. I don't know how, but it does." She smiled.
"Well, okay then." I laughed and kissed her.
"Daddy," Kellan came up to me. "Can we open the presents now?"
I looked at Bella. "Only if Mommy says yes." I grinned because Bella hadn't known, but I'd gotten her a gift.
"Yeah, baby. Go get your brother and Max so we can open them together.
"Okay." He scampered off and Bella and I went to tell Alice what was happening.
We gathered everything in four piles. Bella was annoyed at how many gifts she's recieved, but didn't say anything. Instead, she shot me a dirty look.
We all laughed. She rolled her eyes.
The boys opened their gifts to find an assorment of racecars and action figues, play sets and new clothes. Max had a variety of Barbie dolls and girlie trinkets I was sure Alice had picked out. Bella had gotten her a locket with her initials engraved into the silver, a picture of Max, Alice, and Jasper inside.
The kids went off to play with their new toys, Maxine abandoning her dolls to play race cars and action figures with Jackson, Caleb, and Kellan.
That was going to kill Alice. And we would all have fun watching her daughter become a tomboy while she would want a girlie-girl for a daughter.
As the children played, the adults stayed behind to watch Bella open her gifts.
"Mine first!" Alice said. She handed Bella a medium sized box, which I could only assume to be one thing. Lingerie.
Bella opened it, moving aside the tissue paper to reveal a lacey, green, and very see-through baby doll dress. I raised an eye brow at Alice. She grinned.
"Wait until you see her in it," Alice said, which made us all laugh. But she was right. I couldn't wait to see her in it.
Next was Rosalie who had given her another very see-through, very sexy piece of lingerie. just thinking about her in these pieces made me want to rip them to shred and take her on the very table we were sitting at.
"Jesus, Edward," Emmett said. "Stop looking at Bella like a piece of meet. You can have your time with her later."
Bella blushed and I sat back, laughing to myself. Jasper nudged me in the rib cage. I rolled my eyes.
Jasper's gift had been a solid gold charm of a little apple. It was for the charm bracelet she wore religiously, the one Emmett had given her years ago, at the airport. It stood for "Family Portrait". Bella almost cried. It was thoughtful. But that was Jasper. Deep, and sensitive, and stuff.
"Okay, bear with me, on my gifts Bella," he said to her as she ripped the wrapping paper off of a box. Inside were a few things. The first was a collection of books-her favorites. "It took me a while, but I got every first edition of your favorite book. This was two years in the making," he siad. I looked at the titles-Wuthering Heights, Bram Stroker's Dracula, A few Skakespeare plays. Bella was ecstatic.
"No offense, guys," Bella said. "But this is the best gift ever." She hugged Emmett. But there were still more gifts int he box. Another charm for her bracelet, a little Eiffel Tower. We'd gone there instead of Rome for our honeymoon. Well, the six of us did. It might sound awkward, but it was actually a lot of fun being around people besides each other.
The last gift from Emmett was the new iPhone Bella had been wanting. She was happy. Now she could work from the little phone instead of resting. she barely slept already, what with the boys having nightmares and me working late at the hospital.
Bella thanked everyone for her gifts. We dispersed around the poolside, celebrating for a few more hours, until it was around eleven. Alice had gone to sleep and Rose had taken the kids home already. all that had been left was Jasper, Emmett, Bella, and I.
But then we had gone home too.
We walked into the house hand in hand, until Bella pulled me to her, her playfulness gone, and her ferocity present.
BPOV
We made it upstairs, and the second the door was closed behind us, I was on him, my legs wrapped around his middle, his hands on my hips holding me to him. He kissed me with passion, the kind of shit that you dreamed about doing but never could. It was a spicy mixture of hands and tongues and a collaboration of racing hearts.
He pushed me against a wall, letting me slide down to the floor. He put his big hands on my waist, and slid them down to the button of my jeans. He pulled it effortlessly, pushing the zipper down. Edward taking the fabric in his hands, he pulled my jeans down, and then he kneeled before me, taking my jeans off my legs, one leg at a time. His fingers on my skin set off a fire.
Then I was only in my panties, while Edward was almost fully dressed. But he made me forget all of that when instead of taking me to his bed, he picked me up and sat me on his desk, his body in between my open legs. He leaned down and kissed with fervor, with the natural aggression of a man. And my blood, it howled to whatever was listening, because this man made me hot. It made my heart burn—and in a very good and passionate way.
When his kisses dropped to my shoulders and neck, I moaned softly, a little agitated that nothing had begun to happen yet.
"Get naked now," I said. He chuckled and my body reacted to the warm, very rich sound, my skin tingling with anticipation. But he didn't move anywhere, just slid his hand down the front of my body, in between my breasts, and then down to where I was slick and waiting. His fingers slid in, over my clit and inside, gliding in and out me, and my body lost all control and I arched my back, my arms holding me up. His mouth was on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples, his breath damp on my skin. His long, talented fingers worked me up, my slickness growing with each movement, the coiling in my lower belly growing. Everything seemed like a tight string, slowly breaking. I moved my hips slowly with him, trying to get a bigger feeling.
Because, really, It wasn't his fingers I wanted inside of me.
"Stop," I groaned softly, but it seemed like his didn't hear me. So I pushed him away, looking up at him, hunger splayed in his eyes. My body reacted, more heat pooling between my legs. I pulled his body to mine, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.
He stepped out of them and then I looked at his body for what it truly was.
Fuck me.
He was hard and completely ready, his dick hot against my hand. I fisted my hand around his shaft and moved up and down; gaining a reaction that caused chills to creep up my spine like slime.
I was willing to see his face twisted in carnal pleasure until I felt like it was enough. Then again to me, sex with him would never be enough. I would only be satisfying for a while, until I wanted more.
He stepped closer, sweat beading where our skin touched.
"Bella, it's getting annoying that you're just holding my dick like that," he growled. His voice was a low rumble from his chest that rippled across my skin, dancing across my nerves teasingly.
Edward moved fast and hard within me, tightening that coil, hitting the spot within me that made me want nothing more that to do this forever. I gripped his shoulders, my hips moving so I would create the friction my body needed to explode. He slid a hand between us, touching my clit, my eyes shutting tight at the excellent feeling my body experienced, as he rubbed hard but pleasurably. Everything in me was heightened by the rich sounds that filled the room: his grunts with my groaning the slap of his skin against my wet flesh. I rode him harder, wishing him deeper still, the amazing heat of his body all over mine. But he flipped our positions; he pummeled me, deep thrusts until his name was rising on my lips, a gasp of air keeping me from suffocating. He kissed me, our mouths hot and completely uncoordinated, his lips wet from my kisses, barely touching mine in an attempt at finishing. And it didn't take long, because everything in me was threatening to break, and when it did, I howled at the pure taste of freedom, at the wholesome taste of lust and love and complete fulfillment. He slowed, as he spilled his warmth into me, his sweaty body resting against mine.
I looked across the room, staring at the blank wall, still gasping for air. Edward's breath was warm against my neck, where he was kissing and nipping, arousing my senses again—insatiable.
"Let's do it again," I said. He grinned all night.
"Don't worry, Bella, we have all night." He flipped our positions so I was on top of him.
"Do we now?"
"Yes . . ." His eyes oggled my body, and I felt . . . my blood heat with renewed lust for the naked man lying beneath me.
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
Fuck that. This was reality. And believe me when I say I was going to live it out.
No doubt about that, let me tell you.
I forgot to mention up there that it was pretty long. But hey. It was pretty good I think. Don't forget to review, peeps. Have an awesome summer, and don't get too bored.
And, BTW, this story is probably going to go under costruction, which means, I'll add new stuff and make it better. So don't forget all about it! :D
Love y'all!
Jessie