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Epilogue

I'm not sure if Edward is still asleep behind me, but I love how heavy his arm is around my waist and I'm so comfy I don't want to move yet. It's still early - too early for the kids to be up, so really I should roll over and make love to my cowboy before chaos consumes us.

Today is day one of our summer road trip. After that first road trip - my favorite road trip of all time - we switched to summers, and two months on the road is freaking amazing with my cowboy and our kids. You'd think I would dread long car rides with three kids, but I absolutely do not even when they're crying and cranky and Sawyer is screaming bloody murder because she wants her daddy.

I look forward to them every single year.

Eventually I roll over, and when I do, Edward's awake, his sleepy eyes on me and his lips lifted into the smile I'll love until the day I die. "Mornin', Swanie," he says, voice raspy.

"Good morning, cowboy. Are you ready for our adventure?" He nuzzles my neck and kisses me there, and I snuggle closer until we're so close I couldn't possibly get closer even if I tried. "The kids are still asleep, so I'm thinking we should make some good love before they wake up."

"Yeah. You wanna do the work or you want me to?" His hands are moving over my body, slipping beneath my shorts and underwear and squeezing my cheeks with his rough work hands. I freaking love it.

"You do it so good, cowboy," I say, and he lifts his head, the smirk lifting those sexy lips so freaking hot, I melt into him.

He kisses me sweet and wet before slipping my shorts and underwear down my legs. He pulls my shirt over my head and then his rough hands are gently cupping my boobs. He leans forward and swipes his tongue across both my nipples, giving them a good little nibble before kissing my heart.

He sits on his knees between my legs and pulls his erection out, giving it a slow stroke, his green eyes looking completely freaking sexy. "You're so fucking pretty, Swanie." He reaches out and swipes a finger through the wetness between my legs. "I wanna watch you play with yourself."

Holy cow, this never gets old. Every time feels like the first time, and I hope it always feels like that.

"Okay," I say and slide my hand down my stomach until I feel how wet I am. His eyes watch my every move, and it totally makes things so much hotter. I rub my finger gently and watch as he strokes himself slowly. "You're so hot, cowboy."

"Yeah?" He asks, licking his lips, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm thinkin' you're the hot one, baby."

I stop rubbing and say, "Come here." He leans over me, his mouth covering my fingers and licking them before he holds my hand above my head and slides all the way inside. I smash my lips against his and wrap my legs around his waist, my other hand sinking into his hair. "See, you're so good," I say into his mouth. "I'm so obsessed with you."

We just celebrated 10 years of marriage in April, and I love him more now than I did then if that's even possible, because I loved him so freaking much then, too.

He grunts and pushes deeper, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, his hand gripping the side of my face, his fingers scratching at my scalp. "Tell me how much you love it, baby." He keeps moving faster, driving in a little rougher with each stroke, and his voice when he's doing me, it's just too much for me to even handle.

I kiss his lips one more time then move to his cheek, down to his jaw and up to his ear. "You know I love it - that I'm obsessed with it, cowboy…" I nibble his earlobe, loving the sound of his deep groan as he goes just a little harder.. "...you're just so sexy," I whisper, breathless and ready to come. "I need to come…"

He turns and bites my neck gently before sliding his own hand between us and getting me off so good. His mouth covers mine as he finishes, his grunts of pleasure making me shudder beneath him.

I love the crap out of him.

"You're such a God, hubby."

He chuckles and shakes his head as he pulls out. "You're such a good girl, Swanie."

Yeah, that really turns me on, but we don't have time to do it all day long. We're leaving the ranch and taking the kids all over the place. We're going to eat lunchables and sour straws and sandwiches and drink capri suns - they're going to have the time of their life.

I sit up and pull my clothes on before running into the bathroom. I clean up quickly and come out and find Edward still naked, picking up the room.

"Edward," I say, exasperated but grinning at him like an idiot. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

He shrugs and blushes which is the cutest thing - naked and blushing, I mean seriously!

I hug him, just squeeze the life out of him and kiss his bare chest. "Love you, cowboy."

"Love you, too, baby."

"I'm going to go start breakfast and coffee. You don't know how excited I am to get on the road."

"I'm thinkin' I know," he teases, kissing my cheek before stepping around me and heading towards the bathroom.

"God, cowboy," I say. "I love your sexy booty."

"Shut up," he says, but then he winks all cute before closing himself in the bathroom.

He's so freaking adorable, it kills me.

I slip my glasses on and grab a hair tie, pulling my hair up and heading down the hall. I started wearing my glasses daily when poor Ryder had to get a pair of her own last year. She was so upset, thinking she was going to look so funny in glasses. Now I wear mine so we can be cute together.

It makes it better that Edward loves me in glasses - so he says, anyway. I think I believe him.

All of our bags are packed and waiting by the door, I just have to pack the ice chest and the rest of the non-cold snacks and then shower us all, so we can hit the road. We're heading to Washington to see mom and dad before we let the road take us where it wants to take us - or where Edward decides to lead us. I trust him.

Chip and Coco butt at my feet, and I give their cute heads a rub before bending down and picking up our newest puppy Oreo. "You're such a cute little guy," I coo, rubbing my nose on his adorable little nose. Sawyer picked his name - naming him after her favorite cookie, the tiny little monster. She loves to twist the cookie open and lick the frosting clean before tossing the rest of the cookie - the best part if I'm being honest.

Oreo looks nothing like an Oreo, but who could say no to Sawyer?

No one!

I give Oreo back to his mommy and daddy and wash my hands before making waffles with bacon - a family favorite. Wilder could eat six all by himself if I let him.

At four years old, Wilder is the cutest little gentleman ever. Edward's such a good daddy, teaching him to be just like him. They look just like each other, too. I'm obsessed with my baby boy.

Ryder's my sweet big girl. She just ended kindergarten two days ago, and she's so freaking smart. Her teacher suggested I skip her a grade, but I refused, seeing no reason for her to grow up faster than she needs to. She's so quiet and brilliant and my twin in looks for sure.

Now, Edward's little Sawyer - she's all his, he named her after all. She has him so tightly wrapped around her finger, it's not even funny. Freaking adorable but not funny. Sawyer's a mix of Edward and me both - Edward's beautiful eyes and my darker hair. She's obsessed with her daddy. She's almost three but going on 13.

Edward and I, we made the best family. I knew we would, too. I still thank God that he sat next to me on that plane.

Chip barks and then I hear little footsteps running down the hall. Sawyer hugs Chip then hugs Coco before pulling Oreo into her arms and squeezing him just a little too tight before putting him on the floor and grinning up at me. "Mommy, we go on the road now?"

I pick her up and say, "Good morning to you, too, missy."

She palms my face, squeezes my cheeks and kisses my lips. "Mornin', mommy. We go on the road?"

I freaking adore that Wilder and Sawyer both took after Edward, leaving off their g's and talking country. It warms my heart. My Ryder is properly precious.

"We are. Aren't you so excited?" I ask, shaking her in my own excitement.

She nods and grins from ear to ear, scrunching her nose all cute and wiggling her feet. She's so cute, she kills me.

I set her on her feet, and she plops down on the floor, pulling Oreo into her lap. "Where's daddy?"

"He's in the shower. Why don't you go wake up your brother and sister - tell them breakfast is ready."

She hops up and skips over Oreo and takes off running down the hall, screaming Ry, Wild mommy made waffles!

"Daddy!" She squeals, her feet pounding again. "Mommy's makin' waffles."

"Yeah?" He asks, and I just know he picked her up and gave her sweet kisses because she giggle-screams, telling him his face is hurtin' her.

"They're done," she says. "We're goin' on the road, daddy. We get juices and little pizzas and we're gonna watch movies and listen to mommy's music."

"Not daddy's music?" He asks, their voices getting closer to the kitchen.

"Daddy," she says, like he's so silly. "Mommy knows the music. I like when she sings the songs. I'm gonna sing with her."

They come into view, and I melt against the counter watching him hold her and her face nearly pushed against his. He gives her a quick kiss before setting her on the counter. "I like when you sing, gorgeous."

So, she starts singing at the top of her lungs, making Edward chuckle. I move closer and watch her steal an Oreo while she keeps singing. She twists it off and licks it clean, setting the two pieces neatly on the counter before grabbing another one. She twists this one and then holds it up to Edward who leans down and takes the entire oreo half in his mouth. "Daddy, eww!" Sawyer yells and giggles. "You're sposed to only eat the frosting!"

"No more Oreo's, missy. It's too early," I say, pulling her from the counter and placing her in her booster seat at the table. "You want waffles."

She nods and licks her lips.

Ryder sleepily comes into the kitchen, coming straight for my legs to give me a hug. "Good morning, sleepy head."

"Hi, mommy. Sawyer woke me up." She looks up at me with those big brown eyes behind adorable glasses, and I just love her.

"I know. We have to eat, so we can get on the road. It's road trip day." I widen my eyes, like seriously excited, and she grins happily before skipping over to Edward and hugging him.

"Hi, daddy," she says in her sweet little voice.

"Hey, pretty girl," Edward says, kissing her head and pulling out a chair for her. "You want some waffles?"

"Yes, please."

My heart!

Edward grins at me while I set all the food on the table. "Wild is gonna sleep all day if we let him," Edward says. "You eat, Swanie. I'm gonna get him up."

"I told him to wake up!" Sawyer says, licking her fingers. "He was snorin' like mommy."

I gasp, dramatically, pretending to be offended. "I don't snore!"

Ryder and Sawyer both giggle. "I hear'd you," Sawyer says, still giggling, and Ryder nods.

Edward chuckles and pulls Sawyer's crazy hair away from her face and the syrup. It's hopeless since Sawyer helps him out by pushing her own hair out of the way, getting it all sticky anyway.

Edward leaves to go get Wilder, and me and the girls eat. Ryder says she wants to bring her books to read on our trip, and Sawyer says she wants to bring Oreo, pouting when I tell her that he has to stay with Papa and Grammy.

Ryder was just two years old when Carlisle and Esme remarried, and she came to live on the ranch. She was the cute little flower girl, and I love that they found love again. Now we get to see Esme every day. Mom misses having her close, though. They became best friends when Edward and I got married on the beach.

"You can't be pouty, Soy, we're going to the beach. Daddy can build you a sand castle!"

"And me, too?" Ryder asks.

"Of course!"

"I want a huge one," Sawyer says, holding her arms out.

"I'm sure daddy can make a huge one," I say, knowing Edward will make a life size one if that's what Sawyer wants.

"A huge what?" Edward asks, carrying Wilder like a sack of potatoes.

"A sandcastle," Ryder says. "Sawyer wants a huge one."

He winks at her and carries a giggling Wilder over to me, dumping him in the chair next to me. He stands and leans into me. "Mornin', mama," he says, kissing my cheek.

I yank him into my arms and kiss all over his cute face until he's giggling like crazy. "Mamaaaaaaa," he yells.

"Sorry, you're just so handsome. I'm so obsessed with your cute face."

He smiles like he already knows he's a cutie and sits on his knees, waiting for his plate of waffles.

Edward brings two plates, one for him and the other for Wilder. Sawyer insists he sit next to her which is okay since he's in the middle of both of us.

Sawyer and I take turns feeding Edward, and it's really just a game now, both of us giggling and fighting to get the waffles to his mouth first. I've had to learn to share my cowboy with her - such a greedy little girl.

It's freaking adorable, really.

Once breakfast is over, Edward takes over the dishes while I do baths. Sawyer is a handful, screaming her head off that the soap is burning her eyes when it's tear free. She's hated baths since she was born.

I still need to shower, and before I get in, I tell Ryder to pack her backpack with books and put it by the door. She nods, wide-eyed, and runs to her room, Sawyer right on her heels.

"You gettin' in the shower?" Edward asks, leaning in the doorway.

"I'll be fast," I say.

He steps in the room - into me - and grabs my hips. "You shoulda showered with me, Swanie. I could have washed you."

"I know. I regret it, cowboy, I really do. Our first stop, we'll put the kids to bed and then we'll take a hot shower."

"Yeah?" He asks, smiling down at me.

"Yeah. I can't wait."

He gives me a sweet, short kiss before letting me go. "Take your time, baby. Me and the kids will pack the truck and go down and say bye to my mom and dad."

"Wait," I say, grabbing his arm. "I need to tell them bye, too. Can we stop on our way out?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Oh, and make sure Soy isn't trying to sneak every toy she owns into the truck."

He chuckles and shakes his head, knowing she'd really try it. Seriously, almost three and she's already a sneaky handful.

She must be my child.

I hop in the shower but don't take my time because I'm ready to hit the road, probably more excited than everyone.

It's not my fault that all those years ago my cowboy took me on the best road trip ever and has spent 10 years trying to top it. Our first will always be my favorite but the rest are just as special.

After I'm all ready, I pack the ice chest and slide it out the front door, so Edward can store it in the front seat.

I take a seat on it and keep my eyes on them in the distance as they walk home. Ryder waves, and Wilder starts running until he's coming to a stop in front of me, holding up a 20 dollar bill. "Papa gave it to me."

"Wow!" I say.

"Soy and Ry got some, too."

Ryder walks up and leans against me, catching her breath from that mile long walk. Sawyer's on Edward's shoulders, holding onto his hair for dear life. He pulls her off and hands her over, and she tells me all about her short little visit.

"Papa's gonna babysit the doggies," she says. "He paid me for it." She holds up her money.

"Give your money for mama to hold," Edward says, nudging my leg with a hand so I'll stand up for him to move the chest.

They all hand it over, and I take them inside for bathroom breaks before we get on the road.

"I wanna wear my hat, mama. Can I?" Wilder asks, holding his little cowboy hat.

"Yes, you can. Take a ball cap, too. Run them out to daddy."

He takes off, and I check over the house just to make sure we're not forgetting anything. Once I'm sure we're good to go, I make sure Edward's good and then I lock the house up.

He already has all the kids buckled in with a movie playing. Sawyer and Wilder are riveted to the screen while my sweet girl is flipping pages in her book.

He shuts Wilder's door, and gives me a once over. "You ready to hit the road, Swanie?"

"Absolutely, cowboy."

He pulls me into a hug. "The food's in the passenger seat, so you're gonna have to sit next to me."

"That's my favorite spot," I say. "I need one little kiss before we go."

"Just a little one?" He grins, and I get on my tippy toes.

"I mean, it can be big…"

He kisses me, sweet and long, making me all dizzy before opening his door and lifting me inside. I buckle up and watch him do the same before he turns and looks at our cute kids.

"You guys ready to go?"

"I am," Wilder says.

"Yeah, daddy," Ryder says.

"Soy?" Edward says.

"What, daddy?" She asks, too into her movie to know what's going on.

"I'm askin' if you're ready to hit the road or you wanna stay home?"

"What! No, daddy," she shrieks. "I wanna go on the road with you and mommy. Don't leave me here."

He chuckles, and I smile out the windshield. "I'd never leave you, gorgeous."

"Okay, daddy."

He turns around, and I hug his arm and then hold his hand. He nudges me with his arm before putting the truck in drive.

"Look, Wild," Sawyer says. "Ralphie's sad."

"Ralph," Wilder corrects her.

"I like Ralphie. He don't wanna be mean Ralphie, but he smushed the cake up. I want cake," she says. "He have no candles. I have candles on my cake."

"It's not a birthday," Wilder says, patiently - always patient like his daddy.

Glancing back, I see Sawyer twirling Wilder's hair with her fingers. She always does that but only to Wilder. He always lets her, too and never complains.

"I love them," I tell Edward, squeezing his hand.

"Same, baby."

"And I love you, cowboy. We made beautiful babies, huh? They're just so cute it's unreal."

"Like their mama," he says, the sweet talker.

"And their daddy. You know you're cute."

"Yeah," he jokes.

I snuggle closer, listening to Sawyer talk Ryder and Wilder's ears off. She includes Edward and me at times, and I love the way Edward responds, like her stories are the most important thing in the world.

He's so freaking precious, it hurts my heart in all the good ways.

"Swanie…"

"Yeah?" I ask, lifting my head to stare up at him.

He shakes his head. "Nothin'. I just wanted to hear your voice."

A smile slowly spreads across my face. "When the kids nap, I'll tell you stories," I say.

"Real or made up?"

"I'm thinking a real one."

"Alright, baby."

"Okay," I say.

He grins down at me, and my heart is so happy I feel like it's going to burst.

Our life is good.

So freaking good.

Not sure I can say goodbye after writing this.

To my guest reviewer, I'm thinking "When Cowboy Met Swanie". ;)

I'm not marking as complete yet...I'm still thinking.