A/N: Thanks for all of the kickass reviews! I hope you all are enjoying the story. I'm not sure why, but this is one of my favorite chapters.

Answer to a question: I didn't actually write out the fight/proposal scene, but what they fought about is hinted at in the story. To paint a better picture: Edward was assuming the role of father so quickly that Bella was having a hard time believing his sincerity, so she turned down his proposal. There aren't any chapters missing, but sorry if some of you got confused!

Alright, enjoy!

Lesson #36: Easily, all of the men in this house are less mature than you.

"So…" Emmett drawled, "I get dibs on first child."

"Second!" Riley shouted as he placed his hand my stomach. Garrett's hand reached my massive belly before Edward's did.

"Oh come on," Edward whined, "How is this even fair?"

Note: Your father is a whiner.

"Get off!" I swatted their hands away, "You guys can't just touch my stomach all willy-nilly like that anymore. I'm almost 11 weeks away from labor –I could pop at any moment with the slightest of touches!"

"Edward, did you forget to feed Bella this morning?" Riley whispered.

"Fuck. Off." I growled before producing a hat, "I wrote the numbers 'one' through 'four' on pieces of paper and put them in this hat. The number you pick is the child that you get to name. Edward gets to go first because he'll cry if he doesn't."

Note: I wasn't joking.

Edward glared at me, and stuck a hand in the hat. "Ten?"

My cheeks burned red as Emmett guffawed loudly. I kicked him in the shin, "That was not funny Emmett!"

"Let it go, preggo," he snickered.

"I swear it's like I'm living in a house of newborns already," I huffed, "Edward, pick again."

Edward reached inside and withdrew a little slip with the number 4. I ignored his tantrum throwing as I passed the hat to Riley.

"Number two!" Riley pumped a fist happily.

"Garrett gets to pick next because Emmett is an asshole," I said pointedly.

But it didn't matter anyways because Garrett withdrew a three, leaving Emmett with a shit eating grin on his face.

Note: Maybe it was fate.

~MPW~

"Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! It is so big."

"Edward, stop."

I mean, my inner rap genius loved this, but the babies were moving like crazy. Any moment one of them would sit on my bladder, and then all hell would break loose. And by hell, I mean my urine.

"Just a little bit more," he giggled gleefully. He kept his hands on either side of my massive stomach, and began singing once again, "I like big butts and I cannot lie."

"You know," I stilled his jiggling movements, "They'll respond to your voice either way. You don't have to embarrass yourself like this, no matter how much I'm enjoying it."

"It's not embarrassing if it's just us here," Edward shrugged, "And we both know it's the song."

"Are you trying to tell me that our children respond to rap?" I laughed heartily.

Edward's expression was completely serious, "Why wouldn't they, considering the fact that you play Salt-n-Pepa for them on repeat? Don't think I didn't see you with the headphones over your stomach."

I coughed, "W-what?"

Edward moved his hands to my ample backside, and used his grip to wiggle my hips. He directed his words to my stomach, and the babies shifted in response. "Quads, your mom has got the cutest pregnant rump I've ever seen. It's a shame it'll be gone by the time you can realize it."

I cackled, "Stop that."

"I'm hooked and I can't stop staring," Edward laughed along, interrupting the lyrics to press kisses all over my skin. However, he froze as soon as the door creaked open. His face was the color of my blood red painted toenails as he shot upright.

Garrett shuddered as he took in the scene before him, "This family is so messed up."

Note: The best families are never normal.

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~CH