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A/N: Crisis averted with the lost chapters! :) Thanks to everyone who was so willing to help me recover them, I appreciate it. This chapter (25) is a somewhat turning point in this story, for those of you who have read before. There will be some minimal tweaking to the plot going forward. Enjoy. xo

The first few days of February vacation were spent doing lots of cute family outings together. We went to the aquarium, and spent the entire day there. Masen's smile grew exponentially with each new animal we discovered. His eyes were huge when we visited the shark tank. At first, he was afraid that they would somehow get through the glass and eat him, and that's when Edward and I discovered that Emmett had let Masen watch Jaws. Rosalie came through with a lovely punishment for him, though; he's been blue-balling it for a while now.

"What are you thinking about so hard over there?" Edward's question interrupts my daydreams. I smile and shrug. "Ah, keeping secrets now, are we?"

"Mhmm," I hum as I stretch out on my lounger. It's an incredibly rare sunny day and warm for February, especially in Forks. Seventy degree weather is usually reserved for May at the earliest."Wouldn't you like to know?" I ask as I run my hands over my tank top and down to my bare thighs, which are covered only by my favorite pair of skimpy shorts.

Edward groans and I inwardly fist pump. I love how the smallest, simplest things seem to get such a rise out of him. He always makes me feel desired and beautiful, even when I don't consciously try to be.

He scooches his lounger closer to mine. "Knock it off," he murmurers in my ear, sending a shiver through me as his warm lips graze the shell of my ear. "Otherwise, I won't be held responsible for my actions."

I lick my lips. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do in front of my Dad?"

I look over at my dad manning the grill with Masen by his side. Masen loves spending time with my Dad, and he loves being his Pops' special helper.

I look back at Edward and laugh at his pout. "You're mean," he says, turning his pout to full force.

"Am not."

His puppy dog face nearly makes me crumble. Just as I'm about to give in and give him anything he wants, regardless of our audience, I jump up out of my lounger and head toward my Dad and Masen. "Hey Dad, you need any help?"

I snicker to myself as I hear Edward mumble and curse.

I pick Masen up and place him on my hip. "Almost done?"

"Yep," Masen smiles. "We been workin' real hard, Mommy!"

"We?" Dad asks with a big smile on his face. I think he loves when Masen calls me Mommy just as much as I do.

"Yeah, but I can't touch the grill," Masen sighs. "Pops say so."

"That's right," Dad says. "But you're the best helper I've ever had. You know what? Why don't you take a break and go play in your sandbox?"

Charlie has made his backyard into Masen's fantasy land already and its not even summer yet. I know he has a whole swing set ready to be set up as soon as the weather is consistently warmer.

"Okay!" Masen yells with a smile while trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I place him down gently and he's off.

I'm about to make my own exit, when my dad calls me by my name. My full name. Shit.

"Isabella Marie Swan."

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Tell me it's not true."

I'm confused. "What?"

"Someone's stalking you?" he asks as he crosses his arms over his chest. He's trying to look threatening and it's totally working. Damn it.

"Um… no… well… maybe."

He raises an eyebrow. "Someone left me a couple of notes, but I told Edward, and we went to his lawyer and handled it. We went and filed a report in Port Angeles cause that's where the creepy note was left."

"And what about the one in your classroom here in Forks? There was no report made. I would know about it."

"Um…" Then it hits me. "Wait. How do you know all of this?"

He looks over my shoulder for an instant before answering. "I hear things."

I turn around and look at Edward, who's sporting the guiltiest look on his face. Fucker! "Did Edward tell you?"

"No," Dad answers too quickly.

I raise the bitch-brow and smile when I see his face turn slightly red. He lets out a heavy sigh and looks down. "Yes."

"Thanks for talking behind my back," I say quietly with as much venom as I can muster.

"Hey! We weren't talking behind your back. Edward felt that I needed to know, and I do! Put aside the part that you're my daughter, I still need to know the happenings in my town. Put the fact that you are my daughter back into it, I need to protect you. Why wouldn't you tell me this, Bells?"

Shit. He looks so hurt. "I'm sorry, Dad," I sigh. "I was down playing it. I didn't want it to be a big deal. Okay? It had nothing to do with you." I reach out and touch his arm, rubbing it, in what I hope is a soothing motion.

"I just want you to be safe. Okay?" I nod. "Anything else happens in my town, you report it to me, right away. Understood young lady?"

I sigh but nod my agreement. He smiles at me and I know we're okay. His next words make me blush, though. "So, how does it feel to be a fiancé?"

I busy myself with grabbing all of the bowls on the small table next to the grill. "It feels great." I turn away from his smirk and yell to my boys. "Food is ready!"

My dad chuckles, knowing exactly what I'm doing. "I'm gonna go grab the beers. I'll be right back."

I make my way over to Edward, who is still sitting in his lounger. I crawl on top of him, lying my body on top of his. "You're a snitch," I accuse with a scowl.

He bites his lip and I can tell he's trying not to laugh. I squeeze his nipple through his t-shirt, making him yelp. "I'm not admitting that I'm a snitch." He grins. "I didn't snitch. I told Charlie, because he needed to know. What if something else were to happen? Imagine how he would feel when you went to put in a report and had to admit that something happened before."

I sigh, because I know he's right.

I kiss his lips slowly and gently as his hands wander along my thighs up to my ass. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, earning a too-loud moan from me. "Shh," he coos. "You wouldn't want Charlie to hear us, would you? And I know what you're doing. You're distracting me so you don't have to admit that I'm right."

Obviously I wouldn't want to be caught by my father, that'd be gross and just might scar me for life, but Edward's right. I don't want to admit that he was right and I was wrong.

I discreetly swivel my hips, earning a guttural groan from Edward that has me smiling in triumph. Distraction complete.

Suddenly, we hear way too much noise coming from the house. I know that's my dad's warning that he's returning. He doesn't want to catch me anymore than I want to be caught. I shudder when I think of the tables being turned. What if I walked in on Charlie and Sue? Ugh.

"You cold, love?" Edward asks me sweetly as he moves his hands to a much safer position, resting them on my back.

"Mhm," I hum. "A little bit." It's a little white lie. No reason to scar Edward as well. "And you're right, okay?" I sigh in defeat while he grins. I look down, not giving him the benefit of seeing my immature anger.

"Hey," he says softly nudging my chin with his own. I raise an eyebrow. "How would you feel about Charlie watching Masen tonight?"

I grin. "I'm sure he'd love it. Wanna ask?"

Edward nods. His eyes are already turning to that deep green that I love so much. It's like his dirty thoughts muddy the green of his eyes. I scramble off of him, knowing that if I look in his eyes any longer, I won't be able to control myself. I walk over to Charlie and pull him aside. Of course he wants Masen to spend the night. I tell him to bring him by in the morning and I'll cook a huge breakfast for us all. That has my dad grinning from ear to ear.

-o-

"Fuck. Oh, shit. Right there."

"Yeah?" Edward asks breathlessly.

"Mmmm, yeah, yeah…"

Suddenly, Edward lifts both of my ankles, placing them over his shoulders. The sudden angle change has me cursing like a sailor. "How about there?" he asks cockily. I pull him down closer by grabbing his neck and press my lips firmly against his. He opens up to me immediately and I waste no time in caressing his tongue with my own.

I silently thank Alice for dragging my lazy ass to yoga; being bendy is fun.

After a minute or so, we need to breathe, so he pulls back slightly. I trail my lips from his neck down, not stopping until my lips are wrapped around his nipple. I swirl my tongue around it and bite down gently.

"Shit!" he yelps. His thrusts stutter slightly, before he finds his bearings and continues with his rigorous pace.

I love this. I love being with him. I love it when he fucks me. Don't get me wrong, I love my sweet Edward – the man who will make love to me for hours while he whispers sweet words in my ear, but I also love Dirty Edward – the man who will fuck me stupid. Which he's currently doing a fan-fucking-tastic job of right now.

"Oh fuck Bella. Goddamn, so fucking tight." I wrap my legs more tightly around his waist; using all my strength and the element of surprise, I flip us over, until I'm straddling Edward. "Wh… what…" he sputters before I realign him with my entrance. I push my hips down, taking every inch of his cock in all at once. "Fuck!" he roars out.

I giggle breathlessly, and continue to lift my hips slowly, swiveling them quickly when our bodies are flushed together. "I plan to baby, trust me."

Edward smirks and reaches up, squeezing my tits roughly before gently palming them. His thumbs barely sweep over my nipples, causing me to arch into his touch. "More," I pant out. He sits up and wraps his hands around my ass, using their position to guide my movements over his cock.

"Fuck baby," he murmurs against my neck. "I love you. You know that, right?" I can only nod. "I'm going to fuck you, make love to you, and take care of you and our son, every single day for as long as I goddamn live." I whimper at his words and I can feel him smile against my neck. "I can't wait to fuck you like this…" he hesitates and lays down, moving his hands to my hips. He begins lifting his hips slowly, meeting my thrusts with one of his own. Suddenly, his thrusts are rougher, deeper; each thrust leaves me more breathless. "…When. You're. My. Wife." He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips.

I let out a loud moan, sliding my hands along his chest until they're resting in his messy hair. I tug on it roughly, making Edward grunt. I can feel my orgasm approaching, so I place one hand in between us, rubbing my clit roughly. "Fuck yeah, Bella, play with your pussy." Edward's dirty words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, riding out my high as Edward continues to fuck me hard.

I practically fall on top of him, feeling completely sated and blissed out. Edward grunts, coming closer to his own release with each thrust. I sit up slightly so I can look down at him. I give him a playful smirk as I run my fingers along his lips. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth willingly, sucking my fingers into his mouth. When he moans around my fingers, sucking them dry of my juices, I cry out. I'm just as surprised as Edward is when my pussy clenches around him tightly. He cums right along with me, filling me over and over again as I enjoy my second orgasm, trying but failing, to keep my vision from blurring.

I collapse on top of him completely this time, causing him to chuckle. He lifts my hips slightly and gently pulls out of me, both of us hissing at the loss of contact. He turns slightly on his side and pulls me against him, wrapping my left leg around his hip. His grin is huge. "Well?" he asks me, almost vibrating with excitement.

"Well what?" I'm playing stupid. I know what he wants me to say. I refuse to stroke his already huge ego. I try to distract him by stroking his huge cock instead. His eyes widen and he winces slightly.

"As good as that feels, I need a few minutes, babe." I let out a giggle.

"What?" he asks.

"I thought you were a sex superhero. I mean, you've made your girlfriend unable to walk, and now you've given her multiple orgasms."

He scowls. "I'm not a sex superhero. I mean… I'm fucking amazing obviously," he smirks and I roll my eyes. "But… I mean, I'm only one man at the end of the day, ya know? And excuse me, you were my fiancé on both occasions." He attacks my neck with kisses, causing me to squeal. "I think I'm ready for round two. Or three in your case." I can feel the damn smirk against my skin. "Fuck, maybe I am a superhero!"

He pulls back, smiling down at me, making my heart clench. "Oh yeah?" I play along. He nods. "Prove it."

He throws his head back and laughs. When he looks down at me again, all humor is gone. His facial expression is serious, but so damn sexy. "Challenge accepted." And then he attacks me.

-o-

"What time do you think you'll be home?" I ask as I pack Masen's lunch.

"I don't know, babe. It might be late. I wanna make sure these assholes do it right, you know?"

I look up and smile at him. "I get it. We're doing some Easter arts and crafts at school today. Masen's making you something special. I think he misses you." I say it gently, making sure he knows I'm not accusing him of anything. I know how hard he's been working to get this first center completed. Over the last month he's been getting home late and completely exhausted, not really having time for much more than dinner and an hour of family time. He's even had to work weekends.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I know. I miss him too." He holds out his arms and hugs me tightly. "I miss you, too."

"I miss you," I say softly, snuggling into his warmth and his inviting smell. I kiss his neck and he groans. "I really miss you." Over the last month we've barely had time for sex.

"Soon baby. I promise. I'll make your toes curl." I shudder at his tone before looking up at him and giving him what I hope is a sexy smile. He groans again so I guess I was successful. "I'll call you when I get a chance."

"Okay," I sigh heavily, readying myself for another long day without his presence.

"Love you," he murmurs against my lips before pressing his own against them.

"Love you too, baby."

-o-

"Okay. So when I call up each row, I want you all to pick either a bunny or a chick. We're going to color them and then make Easter cards for our families." All of my kids giggle and vibrate with excitement. I call each row, and of course almost every boy picks up a bunny.

When Masen's row is called he picks a chick. I arch a questioning eyebrow at him. He smiles sheepishly and shrugs, explaining in his simple and adorable way. "They're cute."

The kids finish their cards at the perfect time. I start placing them along the window sill after the kids leave for recess so they'll be dry by the time they get back. Then they'll be able to add the glitter.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck rises, my heart beats frantically, and my palms begin sweating. Someone's watching me. I can feel it. I glance toward my classroom door, but nobody's there. I bite my lip and wring my hands together, feeling super anxious all of a sudden. I look at the clock and see that the kids are due to be back in fifteen minutes.

A shiver runs through me as I walk over to my desk and pull my cardigan on. It doesn't make me feel any warmer. I roll my eyes at myself. "Stop being paranoid," I whisper to myself.

The stupid note shit is starting to get to me. There hasn't been another, which should make me feel better, but it doesn't. It's just left me with a serious feeling of foreboding, especially with the lack of Edward's presence lately.

I bend over to pick up a folded piece of paper on the floor next to my desk. It must have fallen out of my cardigan's pocket. I unfold it and gasp when I see the words on it.

I won't give up, no matter what.

And then, someone coughs behind me.

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