A/N: We approaching 200 reviews and I am thrilled! I know that's a small number of review in comparison to some stories that get thousands...but I've never gotten this many on one story before and I've made some new friends! That means the most to me! :)

OK, this chapter might be controversial and some of you may disagree with Bella here. I am prepared for that, so don't hold back! Tell me about it! I love having dialogue with you and discussing points of view! :)

A LINK TO THE SONG USED IN THIS CHAPTER IS POSTED ON MY PROFILE! IF YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE, I STRONGLY SUGGEST LISTENING TO IT. IT'S A GREAT SONG AND YOU NEED TO FEEL THE EMOTION BEHIND IT TO UNDERSTAND WHY EDWARD CHOSE TO PLAY IT FOR HER! :)

*DISCLAIMER* I OWN NOTHING TWILIGHT!

BPOV

It was Christmas Eve and I had gotten a call from Alice, asking me to come back to Seattle. Apparently she and Jasper were in town for visit and wanted to get together with everyone. I wasn't really in the mood to party. A week ago, I had to finally concede that my Jeep just wasn't going to be practical anymore. Being pregnant, I could barely get in and out of the thing and it was only going to get worse. Plus juggling two car seats, it just wasn't going to happen.

Charlie tried to talk me into a sensible Mini Van, but I just wasn't having it. Instead, I did the unthinkable and settled on a Volvo XC90. It took everything I had not to bawl my eyes out when I handed over the keys to my beloved Jeep. Silently, I was cursing Edward and his super sperm. He hasn't had to give up anything, but here I am almost 5 months in and my life is already unrecognizable. Asshole.

I stopped at the apartment to unload all my bags. I can't say I was thrilled about coming back here, but I didn't have a choice. I had to stay here until I found another place to live.

I'd spent the last two weeks hiding out at my dad's house. After Trish and I got into it at work, I just needed a break. Technically I am supposed to be on a Leave of Absence, but I think it was just a nice way of letting me go. I wish I could say I was upset about it, but I'm not. I've decided to say fuck it and write my own damn book.

"I knew you'd come here and try to carry all this shit up yourself!"

Rose scared the hell out of me! I was so lost in thought, I totally missed her car parked in our…my…Edward's, extra spot.

"Yeah, well. I can't hide out in Forks anymore," I sighed, handing her one of the bigger bags. "Esme has been prowling around and it's getting harder to hide from her the bigger I get."

"Nice ride! Did you take a page from Edward, when you picked this beast out?"

Her just mentioning his name made me flinch. It had been almost three weeks since I went to Chicago and he'd made no effort to get a hold of me.

"Sorry," Rose said quietly. "I didn't think…"

"No, it's fine." I smiled, as I swallowed thickly. "I thought the same thing when I ended up on the Volvo lot. But no, I went with this because of its safety rating and because I could get in and out of it without any problems."

"Yeah, you've definitely grown! Wow, has it only been two weeks?" Rose laughed, reaching out to touch my belly.

"I get bigger by the day!". It's ridiculous how big this bump is getting. I'm even waddling now.

Two weeks ago I could wear a baggy sweat shirt and still be able to camouflage my bump. Now? I can barely see my feet and I still have more than 5 months to go.

Rose helped me onto the elevator and slipped her hand in mine when she saw the tears starting to form in my eyes the closer we got to his floor.

"I hate that I have to come back here," I whispered, as tears ran down my cheeks.

Rose rubbed my back and offered me a small smile. Just then the elevator dinged and came to a stop.

I took a deep breath and when the doors opened, I stepped off. As I turned to walk down the hallway, I noticed the apartment door wide open and music coming from inside. I turned around to ask Rose what the hell was going on. But all I found was the rest of my bags sitting in the hall. The elevator was already gone, taking Rose with it.

I turned and walked back towards the apartment. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of fresh paint got. I peeked my head in the door opening and my jaw hit the floor. I had to check the number on the door to make sure I was in the right place.

The apartment was completely different. There were actual walls separating the space! The kitchen, dining room and living room were still open, but there was now a hallway with four doors.

I made my way to the first door and opened it. Inside was Edward's piano and paintings. Obviously this was meant to be his music and painting room. It was painted a deep red and had white trim. It was amazing.

The next door I opened across the hall was a bathroom. It had a tub, toilet and vanity. It was done in a nice neutral stone tile and was simply beautiful. Definitely something I would have chosen.

I made my way down to the next door, but there was a sign on it that said "Open Last". So I skipped it and moved on to the last door at the end of the hall.

I was stunned by the new master bedroom that I found on the other side. It was still all of Edwards's furniture from before, but there was now a set of stairs next to the bed on my side. I am assuming that was added to make things easier on me. Fucker.

I opened the closet doors and found a huge walk in closet that was already organized. My things on one side and Edward's on the other. I had to swallow hard against the lump in my throat.

I moved on to another door and found a master bath that was again done in a neutral stone tile. It had a massive stand alone shower, complete with a bench and a massive whirlpool tub next to that. The vanity with a double sink was absolutely amazing too. It looked like something you'd see in a Five Star hotel.

I made my way back to the door I was instructed to open last and twisted the knob. I was only half way through it when the tears started.

It was a gorgeous nursery painted in a soft soothing brown with white wainscoting around the bottom half of the wall. Above the wainscoting there was a 2 foot thick white stripe with pink and brown inter locking circles in different sizes painted on it. On each side of the room, against the walls, were two matching white sleigh style cribs with pink, brown and white striped bedding. On the back wall was a large white changing table, a matching dresser with framed pictures of the ultra sound photo's I had given Edward and a white rocking chair with padding that matched the bedding sat in the corner. It was absolutely amazing.

I felt him before I actually saw him.

"Obviously Rose spilled the beans about the sexes," he said softly.

I had just found out the day before yesterday that we were expecting girls.

"Rose always did have a big mouth," I whispered, frantically wiping the tears from my cheeks.

I slowly turned and saw Edward leaning in the doorway with his hands shoved in the pockets of his pants.

"You did this." It wasn't a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

He looked up at me and his eyes were sad. "Because I love you. And because I love our daughters."

"How long have you been back?"

"About two and half weeks. I had some things I needed to do before I came to you."

"Things?"

"Bella," he started, walking into the room and stopping when he was about 6 feet from me. "I needed to slay some demons. You made me see that. So I came back and started going to therapy with my parents. My dad and I have talked. Things aren't perfect, but they're definitely better. We can talk and have agreed to start over…as friends."

I was stunned speechless. My shock must have been written across my face, because he laughed at me.

"Do they know?" I asked, motioning to my huge stomach.

"No," he said, staring longingly at my bump. "I didn't want to tell them without you."

Just then, one of the babies did a somersault and made me flinch. "God, I'll never get used to that!" I yelped, grabbing my stomach.

"May I?" he asked, looking down at my stomach and back up at me.

I took a few steps forward and reached for his hand, placing it over the spot that had just been pummeled. A second later, you could feel a party in my uterus. It was like they knew their daddy was waiting to feel them and they weren't going to disappoint.

"Oh my god!" Edward gasped, dropping to his knees and pressing both of his hands to my stomach, tears running down his face.

"Yeah, they are really active. I've been feeling them for about a month now." I told him, between sniffles.

"It's so amazing," he cried, leaning forward and placing two kisses on my stomach.

I was fighting to hold in the sobs that desperately wanted to break free. His tenderness was enough to gut me.

"I can't believe we did this," his voice filled with awe, as he moved his hands around my belly, following the small kicks and thumps. "Our babies are in there."

I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I had to know.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Edward sighed and then stood back up, leaving one hand firmly planted on my stomach, rubbing soothing circles.

"Yes. I really am," he said, looking directly into my eyes; his voice filled with conviction. "I think I always knew I wanted this with you. I was just afraid to want it. Afraid of the "What if's". But it's been pointed out to me, that all the mistakes have been made on me. With the knowledge I now have on what not to do, if our kids are sick, I think we'll be able to handle it the right way. Our kids will never go through any of the shit I did."

"You had to pay a therapist to tell you that? I could have told you that myself for free!"

"What can I say? I'm slow on the uptake!" he joked, making me chuckle a little.

"You are a fucking idiot half of the time!"

"Agreed."

"So what about us?" Deep down I was still afraid that he wouldn't want me. That he was still angry with me for betraying him that day at his parent's house.

"Well," he said, smiling as one of the babies thumped the palm of his hand. "I think that can be best summed up by song."

He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room, where he pressed play on the stereo, before pulling me into his arms. As the song played, he swayed us back and forth and sang the words to Johnny Lang's "Breakin' Me" softly in my ear.

Every day I see your face I wish I'd stayed
Don't even know what made me run away
It's just the way I play the game

Emotional is not a word I'd use to explain myself
But now I'm down upon my knees
Baby please take me back

I don't want to be in love but you're makin' me
Let me up I've had enough. Girl you're breakin' me

Here I am just half a man standing alone
Feeling like I lost my only chance
At happiness when I let you go

I don't want to be alone thinkin' bout you girl
I got nothin' left to hold in this lonely world

The first time my heart was ever touched
Was the day I lost your love
I can feel it in my flesh and blood
My soul can only take it so much

So there it is. Why can't you give us one more try
You and I could find a way to live
If you let me in one more time

I know you lost your faith in me but I still believe
Can I make you understand, can I make you see
That I'm desperate for your love and it's breakin' me

It's breakin' me

EPOV

I sang the words to her, I could feel her shaking and sobbing in my arms. But I needed her to understand that I was done with the running and leaving. I would do whatever it took to become the man that her and my daughters deserved.

When the song ended, I pulled back so I could see her face and cradle it in my hands.

"I'm done with the running," I told her sincerely. "I've put the Chicago apartment on the market and I've already gotten some offers on it. It's gone."

"But…"

"No." I cut her off. "No buts. I didn't go off the Lithium when I left and I've been using the therapy to get rid of everything in my life that made me want to run. It was never you, Bella. I need you to understand that. You had it all wrong in Chicago. You were never what I was running from."

"Then why?" she sobbed. Her tears were killing me.

"I was stubborn and selfish. I wanted to hold onto all the hate that I had for my dad and my disease. It never occurred to me that I could let it go and live a semi normal life. Since my dad and I have talked, my anxiety is almost a non issue now. It's still there, but it doesn't rule my life anymore. I don't wake up and have to fight with it. It's amazing Bella, the difference in how I feel and how I see things."

She nodded and looked up at me with her watery eyes. "So what about us? What do you want from me?"

Just the question I was hoping she'd ask. I couldn't fight the smile that took over my face.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ring, holding it up for her inspection.

"I really want to marry you," I told her honestly. "I want you, me and our daughters to live happily ever after."

Bella gasped and raised her hands to her face. The tears flowing freely once again, as I dropped down on one knee.

"I fucking love you, Bella. I have since that first night, when you saw through all my bullshit and straight to the heart of the man I am inside. You've stayed with me even when I had given up on myself. You've loved me when you should have hated me. And you've given me everything I never knew I wanted. You've made me complete and turned me into a man my mother and daughters can be proud of. I want to share my life and name with you. I want you to be Mrs. Isabella Cullen. Will please do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"No," she said, matter-of-factly.

I think I actually felt my heart shatter with that one simple word.

"Okay,"casting my eyes to the floor, so she wouldn't see the heart break in them. "I guess I deserved that."

"You do!" she fumed. "And more."

Shit! Maybe Jasper was right. Maybe it was too soon to propose. God, I'm such a fucking moron!

"I'm sorry." It was all I had.

"You should be," she said, putting a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "How dare you just assume I would go by Isabella Cullen? Maybe I'd like to keep my maiden name or maybe I want to hyphenate it and go by Isabella Swan-Cullen."

"Bella?" she had me thoroughly confused.

She laughed at the expression on my face. "Of course I'll marry you, you silly fucking boy! You had me the minute I stepped off that elevator."

I shot up off my knee and pulled her into my arms, chanting "I love you" over and over again in her ear.

After several minutes I pulled away and slid the 2 Carat Princess cut diamond ring onto her finger and gently kissed it.

"Now you're mine forever."

"Forever." she agreed, as I pulled her to me again. Laughing when I felt a kick to my stomach.

"Looks like they've already started celebrating!" I chuckled, gently rubbing a hand over my babies. "I can't wait to meet them and see who they look like."

"Me too," Bella sighed, resting her hand lovingly over mine.

I pulled her over to the couch and sat with her sitting sideways across my lap, nuzzling my nose into her hair as I continued to stroke her belly.

"We still have to tell your parents," Bella said after a while. "You're mom has been prowling around Forks, trying to see me. I had to sneak out of town."

"Tomorrow is Christmas. I can't think of a better gift, then to present them with two grandchildren and a daughter in law."

"Maybe we should wrap up a defibrillator…just in case." Bella laughed.

No shit! My parents are going to go fucking nuts when they find out about this! Part of me wants to jump in the car and go tell them right now. But I need this time with my Bella.

I gently picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

"Edward, you should put me down! You'll throw your back out!" she laughed.

"Nonsense. You hardly weigh anything."

Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. She definitely wasn't as light as she used to be. But I wasn't going to be the one to tell her that.

I set her down on the bed and crawled in next to her on my hands and knees.

BPOV

With the way he was looking at me, I knew what was coming next.

"I want to make love to you," he said quietly, tugging on my shirt.

God how I wanted him. He was all messy hair, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, bare feet and worn jeans with a hole in the knee and frayed hems. He was beautiful.

"I'm kind of embarrassed for you to see me this way," I said quietly, looking down. "My body has changed so fucking much…"

"Hey! Stop that," he said sternly, resting a hand on my belly. "You're pregnant with my children. You've never been more beautiful then you are right now."

I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity there. Instead of answering him, I just raised my hands over my head and allowed him to pull my shirt off.

My jeans, bra and panties followed soon after. When I was completely bare and laid out before him, he gasped.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he whispered, the moonlight highlighting the tears in his eyes.

I sat up and pulled his shirt over his head and helped him remove his clothes. It was a slow process, as I insisted on kissing every inch of new skin I exposed.

When he was finally nude, he sat up Indian style and pulled me into his lap.

Our mouths connected in a deep passionate kiss. I raised myself up, reaching down, guiding him into me. We both groaned as I slowly sank down on him.

"Fuck!" he moaned, grabbing my hips and grinding me down on his cock. "I'll never get over how good you feel."

I rode him hard, as he kissed down my neck and chest, taking a nipple in his mouth.

"Oh God!" I cried, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling. "Edward, fuck me please!"

He moved me off of his lap and guided me onto my hands and knees, putting a pillow under my hips for support.

"Tell me if I hurt you," he said quietly, kissing the back of my neck.

He waited until I nodded in acknowledgment, before he plunged back in.

"Jesus…fuck…you're so tight like this, Princess," he groaned into my shoulder.

"Edward…" I begged, needing him to fuck me hard.

He started moving, picking up speed and depth with every snap of his hips.

I could feel myself starting to come undone. When he went all the way in on his next thrust, he hit my G spot and I instantly clamped down on him. He stayed buried in me as he grinded the head of cock on my sensitive spot, talking me through my orgasm.

"That's right, Princess. Come for me. Come all over me."

Jesus Christ. His soft velvety voice talking dirty in my ear, was enough to throw me into a second orgasm. When he felt the next wave start, he began thrusting again.

"Oh no you don't, Princess. Not without me!" he grunted, right before I felt him explode deep within me, as my muscles quivered and shook around his cock.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" he yelled, as he reached his peak. Grabbing and squeezing my hands, like it was the only thing holding him to the earth.

After a few minutes, he gently rolled to the side, pulling my back against his chest and kissing my shoulder.

"I've never come that fucking hard in my life. I love you so much," he said between kisses.

"Mmm.." I hummed in contentment. "I love you too and I've never come that hard and that many times before."

"Yeah, what was that?" he laughed. "Is that like a pregnancy thing?"

"No. It's an Edward thing. You've got mad skills, baby."

I felt him chuckle and play with the ring on my finger as I started to drift off to sleep. The last thing I heard and felt was Edward kissing my belly and telling his babies that "Daddy loves you".

Alright, who feels like Bella let him off easy? I know there are several of you who are going to feel that way! :)