BPOV

I can't understand why people say babies are such a pain to take care of. It's been three weeks since I had the twins, and I can't count how many times I've had to rise from my bed in the dead of night to attend to feedings and diapers changes and all-around crankiness, but it hasn't seemed to faze me yet.

I love it, actually.

Even though I'll be taking my finals pretty soon, I still don't care that I'm only getting a grand total of four hours of sleep every night—if I'm lucky. School will be over the beginning of May, and I will have all summer to play with my little girls.

And Edward has become accustomed to getting up when they cry as well. I love to see that look in his eye when he brings the girls into the room so I can feed them. He likes to lean in close to me as I place one of the girls on the Boppy pillow and get her to attach herself to my nipple. Edward sits by my side with the other twin while I do this and sings softly to both of them.

I never knew he had such a beautiful voice.

Every day, Esme comes over to take care of them while I'm gone, and every day I cry in my car on the way to class. I know I show up looking a mess, but I don't care—I'm really past the point of trying to look cute by wearing makeup and nice clothes to class; I'm an old married woman and a mother now, I don't need to impress anyone.

But, I have missed Edward terribly. I guess all through the pregnancy, that whole "six weeks to heal before further intercourse" bit, as Dr. Friedberg described it, never crossed my mind. Six weeks? Without being intimate with my husband, my love, my reason for being? That must be one of God's cruel jokes—and I've had my fill of those for one lifetime.

We won't be able to make love again until the end of April, and even then I may be so entrenched in all my studying and spending my free time with Aina and Keely that I won't remember. I guess that's the first big problem with first-time parenting that I'm actually experiencing—not making enough time for my husband. And it's really killing me right now.

I was such a bitch to him some times when I was pregnant, and I want to make it up to him now. But every time we get close enough to fool around, either one of the girls starts to cry or one of us says we're too tired. Man! Where did all of my youthful stamina go? I'll tell you where, it's all devoted to my children right now. And that's how it's supposed to be, right?

I rushed home from class in the afternoons to be with Aina and Keely. Esme usually stayed with me until Edward got home, she's the best grandmother a child could ask for. Today, I got home from class around 3:30, and she was waiting for me in the kitchen – each girl in her own rocker chair.

"You have no food in this house," she chided.

"I do too," I laughed.

"I mean adult food," she continued, "All you have is baby formula and whatever this is supposed to be."

She held up a box of macaroni and cheese.

"We haven't had time to shop lately," I said. "We've been busy."

"Well, I'm taking you and the girls to the grocery store this instant," she said.

I would have argued, but Esme's never been one to suffer anyone's belly aching, so I packed the girls' diaper bag and got them into their car seats. I strapped Keely into the seat behind me as Esme buckled Aina in behind her and we made our way to the closest Safeway. Once our two shopping carts were ready to go, Esme began to pull things off of shelves and throw them into the baskets.

"Do you two need milk?" She asked as we approached the dairy case.

"Um-hum," I replied absently as I grazed my fingers gently over Aina's face.

She has my brown eyes; Keely's are lighter—somewhere between Edward's and mine. They're both getting little wisps of hair already, both a beautiful strawberry blond, like me when I was a little girl. Other than their eyes, they are basically identical at this point, so I tend to put Aina more in pink or red clothes and Keely more in purple or blue.

Aina eyed me curiously as I ran my index finger around the shape of her chubby little face. Once I had made a full circle, I slowly ran it down the bridge of her nose and stopped at the tip. I replaced my finger with my lips in a gently kiss that made her smile. I couldn't see it, but I'm sure my smile was stretched from ear to ear.

My trance was broken when Esme pulled up next to me with her cart.

"Aina smiled," I said as I felt a tear well up in my right eye, "The book said they wouldn't do that for another couple of weeks."

She smiled at me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes it happens earlier; these things aren't the same for every baby."

We both walked over to the produce section and proceeded to get a ton of fruit and vegetables. I just hoped I'd be able to make something will all of it before it goes bad. But, I wanted to eat as healthfully as possible, knowing that everything I eat, the girls eat as well.

As I gathered some tomatoes in a bag, Aina began to get fussy. Esme stood in front of the two carts and tried to calm the baby.

"Shhhh," she soothed, "Now, now, Babygirl, we'll be home soon."

Esme lifted her out of the car seat and rocked her gently. Aina soon began to calm down—she was a lot like me when I was a baby, at least, that's what Dad said. Apparently, I needed a lot of holding, a lot of attention. That used to drive my mom crazy.

Esme wouldn't let me pay for the groceries, and as I was now holding Aina so she wouldn't start crying again, I was in no position to argue. We got the girls back home and Edward's car pulled up just a second afterward.

"Daddy's home!" I chirped to Aina as I pulled her out of her car seat.

Edward threw his arms around both of us and showered us with kisses, "Two of my girls! But where's Keely?"

Esme brought her over and put her in Edward's arms, "There's my other little one. How have my girls been today?"

"Fine," I sighed, "A bit tired, I think. Aina's getting fussy."

"She seems alright to me," Edward replied as he brushed his fingers over Aina's forehead.

"She was getting cranky at the store; I think we should go put them down."

"OK, let's go little angels."

Edward and I took the twins to their room. The bigger guest room in the house had been turned into the nursery. Alice and Esme had a field day painting every square inch pink—even the ceiling. The motif was fairies, Esme even hand painted a few delicate fairies on the walls herself. I put Aina in her bassinet as Edward laid Keely in hers. Keely was already conked out before she got into the room, but Aina wasn't having any of this napping nonsense. She began to whimper and whine again until I pulled her back into my arms.

"See, she's not fussy," Edward said, "She just wants her mommy."

"But mommy has to help bring in the groceries and make dinner," I said as I rocked Aina gently.

"No she does not," Edward countered. "Mommy needs to sit right here and rest with her girls."

Edward helped me sit in the overstuffed chair next to the girls' bassinets. I curled up around Aina and watched her sweet face begin to grow sleepy. Her eyes were desperately trying to stay open, so I hummed gently until they began to give in. My humming grew into a soft song that my mom used to sing to me when I was little as I put Aina next to her sister and stood to watch both of them sleep peacefully.

Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine

Little one when you play

Don't you mind what you say

Let those eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear, baby of mine

If they knew sweet little you

They'd end up loving you too

All those same people who scold you

What they'd give just for

The right to hold you

From your head to your toes

You're not much, goodness knows

But you're so precious to me

Cute as can be, baby of mine

As soon as I finished the song, I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I leaned back into him and sighed, "They're so beautiful, aren't they?"

"More than beautiful, just like their mother."

He kissed me behind my right ear and moved his way down to the top of my shoulder. I tilted my head to the side and allowed him to continue kissing up and down my neck repeatedly. Suddenly, I couldn't fight it anymore. I couldn't open my eye lids back up; they just hung softly over my eyes as my breathing became steady and shallow.

I could vaguely feel myself being set onto what seemed to be a bed before I was out completely. Part of my brain still wanted to fight it—wanted to keep me going so I could make dinner and spend time with my babies. But the battle was already lost.

EPOV

If I thought she did too much when she was pregnant, now I'm certain she's pushing herself to the point of exhaustion. She would like me to believe that she gets four hours of sleep per night, but I know it's more like one or two, because I can hear her sneaking out in the middle of the night to check up on the twins.

When they cry, she rarely ever lets me check on them. And when she does let me, it's usually with the expressed demand that I bring the one who's crying back to her. It's not as if she doesn't trust me, at least I don't think that's the case, it's just that she wants to prove she's a good mother.

She doesn't need to prove anything.

I know she's been preoccupied with school and the babies, as have I, so I've been quietly attempting to set up a night out for just the two of us. I'm thinking of taking us back to where it all began: Skamania Lodge. But that may be too far away for Bella, and I know it's going to be hard enough to convince her to leave the girls overnight—even if they are with my parents.

Then it hit me: Alexander's. That held even greater sentimental value, particularly since it was where we spent our wedding night. I made reservations for the weekend after Bella was finished with her finals—I would be done with mine at the same time.

It was the beginning of May, and my parents took me, Bella and the angels out to lunch on a Friday afternoon with the knowledge that they would be leaving with Aina and Keely to look after for the weekend. Alice had secretly packed a bag for Bella and put it in the back of my car when she stopped by for a visit earlier in the morning.

Bella and my mother held the twins on one end of the table while Dad and I gazed at them lovingly from the other side.

"You know, son, I think this was the greatest gift you could have ever given your mother," he said.

I smiled at him and nodded. My mom was definitely enjoying her new role as grandmother. She held Aina close to her and placed a fingertip on her nose. Bella was rocking Keely gently because she was getting fussy. She whispered something to my mom before heading off towards the back of the restaurant.

"She's going to feed Keely," Mom said to our questioning stares.

I looked to my watch, it was 12:30. We couldn't check in until after 1 p.m., so I would give Bella as much time as she wanted before I took her away from our babies for two days. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a monster for wrenching the mother of my children away from them when they were only two months old. But we needed this.

Bella returned and asked Mom if Aina needed to be fed.

"You better take her and see if she'll eat," Mom replied, "She hasn't been fussy yet, but a little preventative feeding couldn't hurt."

I held out my arms to take Keely so Bella could feed Aina. I gave Keely a kiss on both of her chubby little cheeks and then one of her soft, pink lips. She smiled at me and I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my own face in return. They were both so much like their mother – adorable, sweet and irresistible. These little angels will be the death of me, all three of them.

My dad was watching me out of the corner of his eye, "She certainly has her daddy wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?"

"Absolutely."

Bella returned as the check for our food arrived. Dad paid and Mom began packing the girls things away.

"Oh Mom, you don't have to do that," Bella said. "I've got it."

"Actually, Bella, Mom and Dad are going to be watching the girls for a while," I said as I put Keely in her car seat.

I could see Bella's hold on Aina tighten as she gave me an incredulous look.

"Oh? And where will we be?"

"I've made reservations at Alexander's."

"For how long?" She asked, refusing to loosen her hold on the baby.

"The weekend," I said. "We'll be back on Sunday afternoon – and we won't be far away, so you have nothing to worry about."

"It's not that I'm worried, I know the girls are in good hands, it's just…"

"Bella dearest," Mom said, "You're not being a bad mother by going away for a couple of days. You need some alone time with your husband. Go – Carlisle and I want to have the little angels all to ourselves this weekend. Let me be a selfish grandmother!"

Bella's expression softened. She smiled at Mom and then looked down to Aina who was becoming sleepy in her arms.

"Well, I guess I am being a bit overdramatic, aren't I?"

"No," Dad said, "You're just being a mom."

Bella placed Aina gently in Dad's arms and he immediately kissed his granddaughter on the tip of her nose. I don't know what it is about these angels, but people just can't help but kiss them every time they hold them.

I wrapped my arms around Bella as we watched Mom and Dad drive away with the girls. Suddenly, Bella turned and gave me a worried look.

"What about clothes? I didn't bring any."

"Alice packed some things for you," I replied.

"You Cullens! You're always in cahoots," she laughed.

"Hey! What do you mean 'you Cullens?'" I asked. "You're a Cullen too, you know."

"I know," she smiled as she got into the Volvo.

BPOV

I hadn't left my babies for any extended period of time since they were born. And while I know I need a bit of a break, I still have that nagging feeling that I'm abandoning them – even though I'm quite sure they'll never even realize I'm gone.

We got to the inn and the concierge took us to the same guest house we had stayed in on our wedding night. I could help but smile as I recalled that wonderful night – it was the very night we had decided we were going to try and have children right away. And now I have two angels to show for it.

Edward and I flopped down on the bed as soon as the bellhops had left. We lay there for a good half an hour before either one of us spoke.

"I know our anniversary isn't until the end of the month," he said. "But, I thought we both just needed this now. After school and taking care of our babies, we just needed a little…"

I didn't let him finish, I rolled over and captured his lips roughly. I just wanted him, Esme was right – I needed alone time with my husband. I needed a night similar to the last time we were here, when no piece of furniture was safe.

He responded quickly and turned me over onto my back. I pulled his sweater over his head and threw it to the ground before scratching my nails over his strong, chiseled chest. I intended to have him at least four times before we slept tonight – and it was time for round one.

EPOV

I had been craving her touch and her body for weeks now. And even though I sincerely loved her plump, pregnancy body – complete with that perfect, round stomach – I would enjoy her even more now; especially considering she still had some of the features that came with being a new mom.

First of all being the breasts. God they were huge – my wife is, by nature, a well-endowed woman; but now that she is a mother as well, her breasts seem to have swelled to twice their normal size.

I tore her shirt off in my haste to get to them. I unclasped her bra and the heavy orbs seem to sigh as they were released from their confines. I took her left breast into my mouth and suckled the nipple gently. As I was encouraged by her moans of pleasure, I sucked with greater pressure and was rewarded with a warm sensation that drizzled lightly on my tongue – her breast milk.

She giggled shyly, "I guess there was still some left in that one."

I smiled evilly at her, I wanted more. Once again, I took the nipple between my lips and sucked long and hard. Another drizzle hit my tongue, this one was more substantial then the last and I let it settle in my mouth for a bit – just reveling in the sweetness.

It was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted in my life, but I think some of that had to do with the knowledge that this was the substance that kept my babies alive. And the fact that it came from the body of my one true love.

I moved to give my attention to her right breast, but there was no milk to find there. Keely had been there before me, and she is a greedy little one.

Bella soon grew impatient to move on with our love-making, so I trailed my lips down her soft, still somewhat rounded belly until I came to the top of her jeans. I unzipped them and pulled them down her legs along with her panties. I knelt before her and took in the sight before me – all of my beautiful Bella, soft and yielding and waiting for me to take her.

I stood up and ripped off the rest of my clothing.

BPOV

As much as I enjoyed his attention to my breasts – they had always seemed to be his favorite part of my body – I wanted him inside of me. There was no greater feeling in the world than being one with my husband.

Once he had pulled the rest of his clothes off, he stretched his long body over mine. I love when he does that – when he braces each arm on either side of my head and gazes down at me with those hooded eyes. It makes me feel safe and loved; Edward makes me feel like nothing in the world could ever hurt me.

He entered me slowly and I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of taking every inch of him into me. Of its own accord, my right leg found its way up the side of his body and wrapped around his waist – my left leg soon followed suit.

And then we were there once more, in that steady, wonderful rhythm that promised absolute pleasure in just a few moments. We would fall over that cliff together and land in each other's arms.

The moans and whimpers flew from my mouth as my walls contracted around him. It was amazing, it felt essentially the same as before, but with something extra – a connection between Edward and I that was always there before, but now strengthened.

I felt the corners of my lips curl into a slightly smile as I felt him cum into me before he collapsed on top of me.

We were both exhausted, not just from our love-making, but from the past few weeks of events. But, we still managed to lift ourselves back up and fit three more rounds in before the day was through. We even made love in the bath, just to relive a bit of our honeymoon nights in Paris.

And then we fell into deep sleep – saving the rest of our energy for the next day's exertions.

A/N – Yes that is the song from Dumbo – I like to sing it to my nephew.