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Impatient:

E POV

Bella, Chelsea and Melissa were still getting ready. Matt and I had been dressed for at 45 minutes.

"They had their hair and nails done at the salon, dad. What could be taking them so long to get ready?" Matt asked me.

I couldn't stop myself from chucking at his impatience. He would learn sooner than later that much patience was required, when a woman and going out were involved.

"Well, son...you might as well learn now that sometimes you just have to have some patience, when it comes to women and their dressing habits. I know it seems useless to us as men since it doesn't take us nearly as long, but the end product is always worth the wait," I told him.

"They have been in there for almost 2 hours though," he replied.

"That's just part of being a woman, son. They want us to always see them looking their very best. I know to us they are always beautiful, no matter what; for them it's different, because of the simple fact that they are women. It has been ingrained into them to make us wait," I explained.

"Dad, you were right; it was definitely worth the wait," Matt said in a whisper, as he looked back toward the bedroom doors of our suite.

I looked to see what he was seeing, and I saw a vision so beautiful no human man should have the right to see. No one, but God himself should have been worthy to see all the loveliness my eyes were feasting on.

Bella stood in the center of Melissa and Chelsea wearing a navy blue, velvet dress. It was strapless with a heart shaped neckline; clear rhinestones were sewn into the tight fitting bodice. The skirt of the gown was ankle length with a slit up to her mid thigh on one side. The slit was showing enough leg to be enticing, while leaving plenty to the imagination. Her hair was pinned up on top of her head in cascading ringlet curls. Her shoes were silver stilettos. Bella's make up was light as she didn't need a lot; she was flawlessly beautiful on her own.

"Well...aren't you going to say something, honey? Do I look alright?" Bella asked.

I realized I had just been staring at her; it was all I could do. She had taken my breath away.

"You are truly breathtaking, my love. I apologize for my lapse," I said.

Bella and Melissa smiled shyly and blushed. Chelsea broke away and ran to me.

"Look at me, daddy. Mommy dressed me up like a fairy princess just like her and Melly," she said.

"Yes, I see that, angel. You are just as beautiful as they are. I'm so lucky to have two of the most beautiful girls in the world as my dates tonight," I said looking down at her.

She smiled a planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you, daddy," she said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I told her.

Bella had dressed her like a princess. She had on a black velvet dress with silver beading down the skirt portion of the dress. She was wearing white pearl jewelry; her shoes were black velvet as well. The jewelry was a gift from myself, Bella, and Matt.

Chelsea was of the opinion that if Bella got jewelry she should also get jewelry; she wanted to be just like mommy. I couldn't stop myself from laughing every time I thought about the wedding jewelry drama.

Flashback...

I had wanted to give Bella something special to wear on our wedding day, so I had gone to the jewelry store and bought her a beautiful set of ruby and diamond earrings. Chelsea got very upset, when I had nothing to give her.

She had ran to her room and slammed the door. I felt like shit for upsetting my baby girl. I should have known that Chelsea would expect something too. I followed her to her room; she was lying face down on her bed, sobbing. It tore my heart out.

I went to sit beside her and rubbed her back.

"Please don't cry, baby girl. I didn't know you'd want jewelry too," I told her.

"Mommy's going to look so pretty...like a princess. I want to look like a princess too," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I should have thought of that, but just so you know... you don't need jewelry to look like a princess," I told her.

She raised up and looked at me with questioning eyes.

"I don't?" she asked, as fat tear drops ran down her face.

I swear this kid would be the death of me; her bottom lip was poked out and her long eyelashes partially hid her eyes. No man alive would ever be able to resist that face. God help any of her future boyfriends...okay, I needed to stop that line of thinking. She wouldn't be dating until she was at least 40.

"No, angel; you don't need it because you are a princess. You are mine and mommy's princess, and you always will be," I told her.

"But I still want it, daddy, so I can be like mommy," she insisted.

"Yes, of course, my sweet girl. I promise I will take care of it tomorrow," I told her.

She smiled big and wide then threw herself into my arms; she squeezed me with all her might and kissed me all over my face.

"Thank you, daddy," she said then jumped down and ran out of the room yelling for Bella.

And just like that everything was back to normal.

Flashback Ends...

I learned well from that incident to never leave Chelsea out.

M POV

Why do women take so long when getting ready? It never takes men that long. I couldn't understand it for the life of me. When I asked my dad, he explained that it was all part of them being a woman and feeling like they always had to look their best for us.

I didn't care what Melly put on her body; she was always gorgeous to me. I knew my dad felt the same way about my mom too. Dad had told me that the wait would be worth it; boy...was he ever right. I think I swallowed my tongue, when I saw Melly and my mom walk out of the bedroom. I was in awe of how beautiful they looked.

Melly's dress was a dark green. It was velvet like my mom's dress; the top fit tight at the top and had a round neck. The skirt was loose fitting at the bottom and came to her knees. My mom had let her borrow a necklace and earring set as well as a ring. She was also wearing the bracelet I had bought her.

I got a job, after I got my license and car, so I could take her on dates and buy her stuff. I didn't want to be depending on my mom and dad. to buy things for my girlfriend. It made feel good, when I saw how much Melly loved the things that I did for her; it made me want to do more.

Melly's hair was French braided and had little diamond pins sticking in between the braids. She was wearing gold heels.

Dad finally found his voice and spoke telling mom how beautiful she looked. She did look like a queen standing there. I finally made my way over to Melly. I swept my eyes over her from head to toe, as I tried to find my voice.

"What's wrong, Matt? Do I not look pretty?" she asked.

I heard the hurt in her voice, as she thought my silence meant that I was displeased with her appearance.

"Melly...you-I-I just don't know how to describe it. But, you are more than just pretty," I told her making her blush and smile.

"I'm wearing my bracelet you gave me. Your mom said it was perfect to go with my dress," she explained.

"You make it look perfect and the dress too. You and mom both look like royals all dressed up like that," I told her.

She smiled then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I touched the spot that she kissed and thought I was lost. My dad and I had also bought them roses.

He bought mom a dozen red roses. I bought Melly a dozen pink roses. We bought Chelsea a white rose a piece; we didn't want her to feel left out. They loved them; after putting them in some water, we left going to the ballet.

I was amazed how many people stopped and stared at our family, when we walked through the lobby of the hotel. I heard one lady ask another if we were some relative to either the royal family or the Kennedy's. I had to smile at that thought and the fact that people would slightly bow to us as we walked past them.

Mom still didn't have complete knowledge of what her present was yet. Dad was waiting until we got in the theater and seated to tell her.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, you brought us to see one of the most famous and beautiful ballet performances in the world!" my mom exclaimed, when the man showing us to our seats gave her a program.

"Yes...my love, I did. I wanted to spoil my wife and daughter since it's a special occasion," he replied.

"Oh...Edward, you are a wonderful husband to me and father to our children. Thank you, honey," she said.

My dad's face had a broad smile across it, as he looked down at my mom. I could never say enough how happy I was that Edward married my mom and became my dad. It felt so good to know that I could go to him with anything; it was great to know I was not going to get berated and screamed at.

B POV

Ladies eat your hearts out, because I have the best of all the husbands in the entire universe. He never ceased to amaze me with his love and generosity. I had no doubt that he would do anything to make me happy. I hoped the news I had to share with him tonight; I hoped it would make him as happy as I was.