I have the kids busy making their own lunch. Tuna, peanut butter, jelly and cheese and a mess of Ritz crackers. It will be one hell of a clean up...but they will be fed and are quiet.

Win...

"Maybe we can keep it in here." She whispers as she runs her hand over the wood rails of the crib.

"Whatever you want Bella." I smirk as I look out the window when I hear the sound of a truck coming up the drive.

"Moving truck is here."

"Do you think you can make some room on these shelves for my stuff?"

I turn around and find her poking around the books.

She reaches for my very worn copy of 'War and Peace' before I can stop her.

Pictures fall to the ground as she pages through it.

"Edward?" She gasps as she reaches down to pick up one of the photographs.

I walk behind her so I can look over her shoulder at the frozen image in her hand.

"Esme took them." I breathe as I reach around and stroke my finger down the baby's cheek.

My little one.

"That's me." She whispers and I wrap my arm around her.

"Yes it is. This was a few days after I found you. That was the only way I could get you to go to sleep."

I'm lying on the couch, a book in one hand and her little behind in the other.

Her head is snuggled against my throat with her nose nuzzling my skin.

My eyes are closed, as are hers.

I had never been as happy as I was in that moment.

"I love you." She whispers.

And suddenly that moment takes a back seat to this one.

*tears*