You asked for it, and you got it! This is the first of hopefully many outtakes. It takes place before the epilogue. Read on!


EPOV

It's finally here; the day we get to take the girls home. As we put them in their new car seats, we check and double check that they're fastened properly before pulling out of the parking lot. Jasper, grinning as he has been for days, reaches over and takes my hand. "Do you remember the first time we drove home from this place?"

I smile. "Of course. That was the day I took you home with me. You were nervous, and we rode the whole way home holding hands."

He nods slowly, lost in the memory. "That was the best day of my life," he murmurs, "Up until then. I finally had a home."

"And now?" I ask.

He kisses my hand, resting it against his cheek. "Now I have a lot of best days. And it's all because of you." As we pull onto the main road, Jasper laughs. "Edward, you're going ten miles an hour. The speed limit is forty."

I glance in the rearview mirror at the girls, fast asleep. "Well, I'm carrying precious cargo." It takes almost half an hour more to get home, but we arrive in one piece.

With the girls still asleep, we each pick one up and carefully enter the house. Jasper glances over at me. "Nervous?" he asks.

I nod. "I've never done this before."

He puts an arm around my waist, and I feel myself calming a little. "Well, we'll do it together. Plus, our moms will be here this afternoon to help out."

JPOV

We sit on the couch, side by side, cradling the girls. They stay asleep until our moms arrive. As if she's heard them, Lily wakes up and starts crying. Edward freezes, unsure of what to do. Esme picks her up and carries her to the kitchen. I carry a still-sleeping Lizzie over to watch as she expertly prepares a bottle. I watch in amazement as Lily quiets and happily drinks from it. "How did you know that's what she wanted?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Just seemed like a good first option. Eventually you'll learn what they need based on the cry. But basically they cry for a few reasons: They're hungry, tired, need to be burped, want to be held, or need their diapers changed." She laughs at my expression of awe. "I've had a few of my own," she explains. "I've learned a lot."

As if on cue, Lizzie wakes up and starts crying. "What do I do?" I ask.

Esme smiles. "Think about the basic needs. Check if she needs a diaper change."

I catch a whiff of something and nod. "Yeah, that's it. Would you, um…mind going with me?"

She nods. "No problem." She hands Lily off to my mom, who coaches Edward in bottle feeding, and follows me upstairs to the nursery.

I lay Lizzie down on the changing table and look to Esme, who is gathering supplies. "Always get your stuff together first," she advises. "Babies are wiggly, and if you turn away for a second to get something, they'll wiggle into some crazy situations. You should have seen Emmett. He was fast." I laugh and follow her lead as she instructs me. "There you go," she says when I've finished and Lizzie has quieted down. "Congratulations, you've changed your first diaper."

I pick her up again and rejoin Edward downstairs, where he's burping Lily. Our moms give us a few more lessons and help us put the girls to sleep before heading home for the night. "We're only a phone call away," Esme reminds us. "If you have a problem, let us know."


Finally, after the long day, we settle into bed.

We are woken once again by the sound of crying. "Your turn," Edward mumbles into his pillow.

"Bullshit," I murmur back. "It's been my turn for the past four turns. It's definitely your turn."

He groans. "But you're so much better with them. I don't know what I'm doing with babies!"

"Hmm," I reply sleepily, "Maybe we should have discussed that before we had babies." He rolls his eyes at me, and I smile. "It's alright, Edward. Go pick her up and I'll help."

I watch as he carefully lifts her out of the crib and brings her over to me. "She doesn't need a diaper change," he says proudly.

"Excellent observation, love. Maybe she's hungry." He runs downstairs and brings back a bottle. I carefully place her in his arms and watch as he feeds her. "See," I murmur, "You're good at this too."

He smiles and continues. When she's done, he rocks her gently until she falls asleep. Then he puts her back in her crib and snuggles up with me again. "Hey Jasper?" he whispers.

"Hmm?"

He kisses me softly. "Thanks." I curl into him, and together we fall asleep again.


Well, there you have it! I'll be doing as many as I get ideas for, so please drop me a line and let me know what you want me to write about!

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