EPOV

It didn't take us nearly as long to conceive the second time around. Our second tour had just ended, and we'd only been trying for about two months when Bella felt all the telltale signs that she was expecting. The pregnancy test, along with her doctor, confirmed that she was.

That was also when the band agreed to record a third album with Masen Media, but I had a few stipulations that time. We wouldn't tour during Bella's pregnancy or the first few months after the baby was born. By the time this baby would come into the world, we'd have a rambunctious two-year-old on our hands. As much as I knew my parents and her friends would help, I'd missed too much when Bella had been pregnant with Mac. I refused to miss anything the second time around.

None of my bandmates had disagreed, either, since both Jasper and Emmett were working on relationships of their own.

Emmett was happy to spend his time in New York with Rosalie when we weren't touring, while Jasper and Alice used the time to plan their wedding. That year, all of our priorities changed. We were growing not only as a band but as individuals.

I loved watching Mac grow and become a little person, and it was amazing to witness how Bella expanded with our second child, who we found out was also a girl. I got to experience the first time she kicked, and I rarely complained when Bella pushed on my shoulders early in the morning to complain that the baby needed a snack.

I took nothing for granted.

—16yrs later—

"Dad," Mackenzie whined. "Please be nice, okay?"

I raised my eyebrows. "When have I ever not been nice to your friends, Mac?"

"Oh God." She slumped down on the couch beside me. "Please, please don't call me Mac in front of him."

"What? Why? I always call you Mac!" I nearly shouted, glaring at Bella as she covered her mouth so I wouldn't notice her smirk. I felt a lump forming in my throat. Everything I'd dreaded when I became a father to not one, but two little girls was happening, and it felt way too soon. Mac had just turned 16, Charlotte was almost 14, and I was 40 pushing toward 41.

"Edward." Bella tried to soothe me as she kissed my cheek. "Don't raise your voice like that. She's just asking you not to call her Mac in front of her friend."

My eyes widened in panic. "Why did you say friend like that? He's just a friend, isn't he? Mac?"

Bella exchanged a look with our daughter.

Mac sat up straight, nodding. "Yeah, he's just a friend, Dad. A really good friend. Please?"

"Yeah, a friend she kisses in the backseat of his car!" Charlotte yelled from the kitchen before she ran up the stairs.

Mac's cheeks heated. "I swear to God, Charlotte!" she yelled, bolting from the room and up the stairs after her sister.

I ran my hands over my face, letting out a heavy sigh. "In his car, Bella? Why is my baby girl riding around in cars with boys? How old is this punk, anyway?"

Bella shrugged. "Because she's 16, Edward, and she likes boys. He's 17, almost 18. I've already talked with her and Charlotte about safe sex."

I winced at the word sex and my daughters' names in the same sentence. "I'm almost 41, Bella. I haven't gotten gray hair yet, but I can feel them coming. I can just feel the pigment leaving my hair."

Bella chuckled, straddling my lap and kissing me deeply before she breathed in my ear. "Hush, daddy. Kenzie is going out with Tyler, Charlotte is spending the night at Lauren's. We'll have an empty house; let's not waste it."

I felt myself harden at her words. There were years where her calling me daddy just didn't work. It was too awkward for the both of us to hear the sweet little voices of our girls calling me daddy and then hearing my wife cry it out in the bedroom. It was only within the last year or so that Bella had occasionally used it again; typically, it was to distract me. The way she purred it against my ear worked every fucking time.

—BtMO—

The doorbell rang, and Mac ran down the stairs. She was gorgeous and more grown up than I'd let myself believe. She was the perfect image of Bella and I, with riotous blonde curls and dark blue-green eyes. While Charlotte was just as beautiful, she was the polar opposite of her sister with pin-straight dark brown hair and eyes.

Mac stopped in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest. "Remember, you promised to be nice, Dad. Tyler's already nervous about meeting you."

"What? Why?"

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Because you're my dad and you're Edward Cullen. He kind of idolizes you, okay? He learned how to play guitar and started his band because of your music."

I gave her my silliest grin. "Well, let's not keep my number one fan waiting, open the door!"

"Oh God," she groaned, holding her head in her hands for a moment before pulling the door open to introduce me to her friend.

—BtMO—

Bella sat down on the arm of the couch. "You need to come to bed, Edward. There are still two hours until her curfew."

I ran my hand through my hair, pushing out a hard breath. "Yeah, I'll be up in a minute," I said before turning my attention back to the TV, even though I wasn't really watching it.

"Well, I'm glad I came prepared," Bella said as she stood in front of me, dropping her robe to reveal that she was gloriously naked.

My eyes went wide and I threw the remote on the coffee table. "Get your sweet ass over here, mama." I might have been anxious about my daughter being out, but I wasn't stupid enough to ignore what my naked wife was offering.

She climbed onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck while her lips attacked mine. I ran my hands up from her waist to her tits, cupping them in my hands.

"See? There are benefits to one of our daughters dating, and the other going to a sleepover." She nipped at my neck, grinding against the bulge in my pants. "Will you go upstairs with me now, daddy?"

"No."

Bella pulled back, staring at me. "No?"

"Nah." I ran my thumbs over her nipples before pinching them. "You're gonna be a good girl and ride my cock right here."

"Mm, yes, daddy," she breathed, reaching into my pajama pants and wrapping her hand around my cock before pulling me free. She lifted her hips, lining me up with her entrance before sinking down onto me.

I groaned as she rolled her hips, the feeling of her wet heat surrounding me. "You like that, daddy?"

Even after two babies and twenty years of marriage, it still felt as if it got better each damn time.

"Fuck yeah, that's good, mama." I grunted, feeling her nails dig into my shoulders as she bounced on my cock. I let my fingers dig into her hips, stilling her so I could take over and thrust into her. "Touch yourself, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock."

She laid her forehead on my shoulder as she snaked her hand between us, finding her clit and stroking it. She whimpered as her walls clenched around me as I continued to pound up into her. "That's it, baby. Come on, get there for me. Come on daddy's cock."

Bella let out a long, low moan as she continued to pulsate around my cock. I closed my eyes, gasping as I found my release alongside her.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me, both of us sweaty and out of breath. "I love you," I murmured in her ear.

"Love you too."

I chuckled at her tired voice. There was a point in time where we could have gone all night and not batted an eye, but that was before babies, and then toddlers, or little ones who suddenly gave us attitude.

It was before we had teenagers that rode around in cars with boys, doing God only knew what.

Now after one round we were both ready for bed. Even though this new part of our lives was certain to turn my hair gray, I wouldn't change a second of it.

Over the years, the band slowed down. We still loved recording together and creating new music, and performing in front of a crowd was still a rush, but I'd learned my lesson a long time ago.

Fame, fortune, and the admiration that came with it was amazing, but it was all pointless if it cost me everything I loved.

—BtMO—

A/N: Thank you all for joining and supporting me on this obsession—I mean journey. Lol!

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