A/N: I know, I know, I didn't post yesterday! I'm sorry D: Thanks for the patience, and for even reading this story. I love hearing your responses, and appreciate every comment.

Answer to a question: I didn't include the actual fight scene between Edward and Bella, but I hope I've included enough hints in the last + this chapter for you to piece together what happened! Hope this helps (:

Quick note for this story: I'm going to try keeping up with posting every day, however I'm starting classes soon, so they'll most likely be posted at night.

Secondly, I know Esme hasn't been in the story as yet, but she will be! Just letting you know.

Quick note for Camp: So, writing the part II is taking longer than I thought. I'll try and keep you updated as to when the first chapter will be posted, but again, my classes are starting now, so we'll have to see how that goes.

Lastly: These characters aren't mine (in case I haven't said that as yet in this story ..)

Sorry for the long a/n, enjoy!

Lesson #35: Never be afraid to confess your love.

"She's okay son, she's fine, don't –Edward, stay conscious boy!" I heard Daddy Cullen's slap, and could only imagine it left quite a sting on Edward's cheek.

"Bella, for the sake of my son's sanity, please try and stay conscious," Daddy Cullen gave me a bright smile, "While it is very common to experience hypotension during pregnancy and even fainting spells, the added stress of drama really isn't healthy, and should be avoided."

"Dad, can you give us a moment again?" Edward asked, and Daddy Cullen complied. "Bella?"

"Yah, yah, I'm sorry," I grumbled, "Can we rewind to the part where you told me you love me?"

"Is this like the time where you had me write a list of compliments because I ate the last cinnamon bun? Because it's feeling like that time-,"

Note: This did actually happen. After a day of silent treatment on my part, and Edward apologizing profusely, I only forgave him after he compiled this list.

Tip: Don't ever finish my cinnamon buns.

Tip #2: Don't even think about it.

"Edward," I growled.

"What do you want me to say, Bella? Despite the fact that I've only known you for under a year, I'm madly in love with you, and I can't picture myself with any other woman. I thought I'd made that clear to you when I proposed the other day, but apparently I've been vague." He threw his hands up in frustration.

"I thought … I thought it was a pity proposal," I explained, "I didn't think you felt as strongly as I do about you. I thought it was one-sided."

"You thought I proposed to you out of pity? Is that why you turned me down?" Edward gawked.

"You're just so nice, and I mean, I do give great sex," I shrugged, "and I thought you wanted the babies not me."

"Bella, I bake you cinnamon buns at least three times a week, braid your hair, paint your toes since you can't see them, have skipped every gulf tournament that's aired over the past six months of knowing you, and have even eaten your cooking," he listed, "Do you think I just want you for the amazing sex? And if I wanted some random babies I would have poked holes in all my condoms years ago. I don't just want any woman, or any child. I want you. I want your children."

I choked on my tears, "You think I'm amazing at sex?"

"Is that all you got out of that entire speech," he squawked.

I laughed as I pulled his face to mine, making sure to translate into the kiss every emotion I felt about him; love, adoration, appreciation, horniness, admiration, gratitude, horniness…

"I really do love you," I murmured as I finally broke away, "Will you be my babies' daddy?"

His responding smile was breathtaking, "Yes."

Note: As soon as I was discharged from the hospital the following day, Edward and I met with the Justice of the Peace, along with the Jessica and the boys, and said our vows. It was one of the best days of my life.

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