A/N

I don't own these boys... But they sure as hell own me...

Big thank you to everyone who reads and reviews you are all awesome and I will be forever grateful..

A huge thank you to my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, her dedication to my little story amazes me the woman rocks...

And last but not least Prassacut author of Roads: For pre-reading this chapter. Its on my faves go check it out I promise you will not be disappointed (This Edward rocks my world. I swear I fangirl all over his ass.)

Now its time to go see what the Hale-Cullen's have been up too...

Waking slowly, I stretch with a groan. Fuck, Jasper! Ain't as young as you used to be. Huh? Smiling contentedly while listening as Edward's soft snores and sweet whimpers hum deliciously in my ears - he's sleeping deeply, and for the first time in a long while, his night was peaceful. No tossing and turning or restlessness this morning for my boy.

My grin grows deep and wide as last night's antics invade my foggy morning brain. And who the fuck are we kidding, people? The hazy thoughts take over my not so sleepy morning wood.Palming my semi-hard dick, I cringe somewhat as it twitches in discomfort under my hot hand. Stroking him gently, my finger tips grant him the utmost attention of which he now deserves. The guy's a fucking trooper. Pouting like a four-year-old, feeling him throb achingly, I lift the covers gingerly as I whisper softly to him, I hear ya, buddy! I hear ya! Not so long the next time. I promise. A starved cock can only do so much under pressure; I understand.

Climbing out from under the comforter, paying mind not to wake my slumbering boy, I reach for a pair of sweatpants and head for the bathroom. First my morning routine - brush my teeth - and then I'll be on the hunt for my morning liquid gold. I rack my brain, trying to remember where I spotted the shiny blue can the night before.

And as I wash my hands, I chuckle crazily. Wonder if the remembering Edward and I were doing last night would qualify as the reminiscing Sally had in mind? Stepping back, drying my hands on the towel, I smirk at my reflection in the mirror. Knowing Sally Sweeney the way I now do, I'm sure it exactly qualifies as reminiscing. What'd I tell ya, Jasper? Never underestimate this strong, smart little old broad.'

Heading for the kitchen, trying my best to be quiet, I walk on my toes, cause the fucking slapping of my big ass bare feet on the hardwood floors is causing my fucking head to pound with trumpets right now. And shit knows if my head feels like it has a fucking brass band doing the fucking two step in it, then Mrs. Sweeney is probably even worse for the wear. Poor little old broad. Maybe I should treat her to my famous Hale-Cullen waffles this morning to thank her for all her uninvited, but truly appreciated, meddling.'But as I turn the corner, I step back in astonishment and gasp loudly in surprise, cause sitting at the table, a silver head in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, is said little old broad.

Tiptoeing in her direction, doing my best not to startle her, I whisper softly, "Well good morning Mrs. Swee...Sally?"

And as she gently places the coffee cup on the table, being oh-so-careful not to make a sound, she turns her head slowly, making my heart break sympathetically as her bloodshot red eyes drift painfully to meet mine.

Then she whispers in a lazy, husky voice, "What the hell's so good about it, Jasper?"

Leaning in, I plant a loud, wet kiss upon her messy silver do before stating, "Everything is good with it, Sally. Ev-Ver-Ry-thanggg... Fuc...! Oops...! Sorry! Shit! Let's just say things couldn't be better right now."

And as she raises her eye brow sternly, I continue with a wide smile, "Edward and I did some of that reminiscing you were talking about last night." I replied, wiggling my eyebrows comically.

"And believe me when I say," I wiggle my eyebrows again, this time with a little more enthusiasm, "We haven't reminisced like that in a long while... A very... loooooooong... while."

And as I fuss around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, grabbing a coffee cup on my travels, I watch in wonder as Sally continues to stare at me, making me a little uncomfortable - if I'm really being truthful with ya, a really fucking lot of uncomfortable. Running my fingers through my hair nervously - maybe my curls are sticking up in all the wrong places - I return her stare.

Her unfocused eyes search mine as her brow furrows deeply.

Getting a little more uneasy, I abruptly turn my back to her - palming my crotch, wondering if my morning wood was still active - wouldn't want the monster in my pants scaring the little old broad now, would we - and when I finally come to the conclusion that everything is copacetic, I turn confidently and raise a questioning eyebrow in her direction.

But as she continues to stare, I immediately see when it hits her. The blush starts on her neck, and creeps slowly until it takes up residence on her fat, wrinkled cheeks. Her baby blues darken somewhat, then sparkle with mirth as her plump pink pout slightly parts and a soft, deep "Ooooh" releases from them. And as her grin broadens gleefully, she amusingly questions, "Reminiscing, huh! Is that what you youngsters are calling it these days?"

Her reaction and reddened face doubles me in two, and the laughter that vibrates through me nearly breaks a fucking rib; and as I hear her follow suit, I move to her swiftly, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly.

"Awww, Sally, you're just way too cute for yourself sometimes.. ya know?'

And as she tries desperately to push me off her, she squeals amusingly.

"I know, Jasper! I know! That's me, the stupid old broad."

Once again planting a wet kiss in her hair, I contradict her. "Oh, I never said you were stupid, Sally - far from it. If you ask me, right now, you're one of the smartest people I know."

And as she pulls me tighter, kissing my chest once more, she whispers softly, "It's all good, Jasper! All good."

Pulling her back, wanting to finally accomplish what I've been longing to do since last night, I tell her sternly, "Pucker up, Mrs. Sweeney"

She looks up, damp eyes somewhat confused, but as understanding washes her chubby face, she smiles broadly, lashes fluttering closed, raising her face upwards. Her plump pink pout puckers in my direction, and I lean down, placing a soft, wet, tender kiss upon her awaiting mouth.

She sighs deeply, pulling back, eyes still closed, lashes dancing on her fat cheeks. I watch as a beautiful, content smile broadens on her happy face.

And as I continue to stare gleefully, she whispers, "Mmmmm... Jasper, you can reminisce with me anytime."

My chuckle rises as I watch her return to her seat and coffee cup, and as she smiles brightly up at me, her eyes still dancing joyfully, she inquires, "Maybe you can give Mr. Sweeney a lesson on this whole reminiscing thing."

I fill my cup, reminding myself to refill hers, and I state sternly, "Sally, for as long as you guys have been married, I'm sure Mr. Sweeney does just fine where... mmmmm... reminiscing is concerned. But if you really want me to, I'll leave him a note." And I wiggle my eyebrows once more.

As our laughter fills the room and I sit down next to her at the table, she reaches for me, placing her soft, plump hand over mine. Nodding her head in understanding, she whispers softly, "As like you, Jasper, it's all good - no note needed. And honestly, I think I'll keep him just a little while longer, if you don't mind?"

My only response is to nod knowingly, cause truthfully, I know how she feels - I swear I do. Her love and respect for her husband, Sam, rings loud and clear and grows daily in leaps and bounds. And after our heartfelt conversation last night, I can see why. They are both truly amazing people, and have been through a lot as a couple, and have grown closer and stronger. Their patience and endurance outweigh all their demons. And for sharing her wisdom with us, I will be forever grateful. I can honestly say Mr. and Mrs. Sweeney have officially made their way onto our Christmas card list, and will be a lot more than just acquaintances in the future.

We sit in silence for a while, sipping our coffee, slurps and moans around the hot liquid being our only communication.

And as I let the absence of sound and speech drown me in this moment. I allow the beautiful thoughts from the previous night to take over my every sense. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as my palms sweat slightly, the hot-cold moisture making them shake around my coffee cup nervously.

I inhale deeply through my nose, bathing myself in the thoughts and memories of our momentous evening, making my eyes grow heavy as I let them close softly. Lashes flutter as they rest and fan upon my flushed cheeks.

Remembering how my fingers tingled as they painstakingly traveled his strong, lean chest, the pulse in their pads matching his - beat for beat - as a blanket of goosebumps danced deliciously upon his glistening alabaster skin. His roped muscles expressed their gratitude repeatedly like a well choreographed chorus line as they waltzed in harmony under his tight, lean frame.

My breath hitches as I remember his tongue - heavy, rough and thick - as it traced the column of my throat, tugging gently when it reached the stubble dusting on my neck. Oh, and the sweetness of his breath as it fanned hot and moist against my fevered flesh; while his teeth nipped seductively upon my waiting ear lobe.

My mouth waters making me swallow hard, remembering his salty sweet taste as it coated my devouring lips and frolicked exquisitely upon my eager tongue. The boy never fails to amaze me. Still, after all these years, his presence excites and arouses me. His mind and body inspires, thrills and titillates me - I can't imagine it ever getting old or growing stale. Edward is and always will be the best part of me.

Then Sally breaks the silence, speaking in a low, soft tone, reminding me that we both have a hell-banging hangover, and just the fucking thought makes my head hurt even more. The painkillers I took a while back are taking their own Goddamn time to kick the fuck in.

"Edward's okay, I take it?"

Having been lost in my own thoughts - Well, who are we fucking kidding? Fantasies!'- I raise the cup to my lips, smiling broadly around the rim. "Oh yeah, Edward is just fine; thank you very much."

And as I hear her chuckle lightly right before she pushes my shoulder, scolding, she squeals, "Jasper! I meant are you sure he's okay? Does he usually sleep this long?"

Smiling at her knowingly, I place my cup back on the table before I answer. "He is fine, Sally. He hasn't been sleeping well lately, so I'm sure his body is just playing catch up."

She looks at me sadly, her eyes wandering around the room slowly, as she's caught up in her own thoughts, making her look somewhat dazed and a little bewildered. And as she nods knowingly, sighing deep and sad, it makes my heart hurt even more. And all the while, I feel her plump thumb graze my knuckles as her chubby fingers cup my hand just a little tighter.

She meets my gaze, smiling sadly; her eyes dampen with thoughts of hurt and loss.

But that's it! It ends now, Goddamn it. I've decided I'm having none of it, and I've really had enough to do me a fucking lifetime. This melancholy shit ends today.

Leaning over, I take her warm soft face between my hands, and her eyes sparkle as they meet mine. My grip makes her lips pucker, and unable to help myself, I reach in and place one last tender soft kiss upon her ample mouth.

Pulling back, I grin widely and then ask joyfully. "Waffles?"

I watch with amusement as her brow furrows comically. A strangled "Huh?" is her only reply.

One more kiss on the forehead, and I'm up on my feet.

"I think you should let me treat you to my famous Hale-Cullen waffles this morning, Sally."

She giggles like a schoolgirl before replying, "Famous, huh?"

"Oh, famous is an understatement, believe me. You will never see Edward move as quickly as he does when he smells my delicious Hale-Cullen waffles."

I open and close cupboards, all the while listening as Mrs. Sweeney barks out orders from her perch at the table,retrieving the waffle iron and pulling out the ingredients needed. I start to hum happily, pulling myself up short, realizing I haven't been this fucking excited and exhilarated in - like - fucking forever. And as I raise my own eyebrow, I think joyfully, I could get fucking used to this again. No more sad shit for Edward and me. EVER! Fuck you, Volturi!

Five minutes into preparing breakfast, I sense it. My skin tingles as I feel my toes curl. And I hear Mrs. Sweeney chuckle off to my side. And then the heat hits me like a Mack truck. His body comes flush with mine as he wraps his long arms around my waist and his form melts into me.

He sighs deeply, kissing my back between the shoulder blades. My shivering skin moistens as his hot breath whispers into my shirt, "Morning, Jassssssper."

Turning slowly, I take him in a tight embrace. "Morning, sweetness."

Looking at my boy - hair messed, skin smooth - my only reaction is to kiss him, and kiss him I do, with everything I have, pouring all my energy for life, my wonder for our future and my hopes and dreams for our lives together into this passionate liplock.

He breaks it first, pulling back, his eyes damp and dark, his smile broad and bright as he whispers softly, "Love you, Jasper Hale-Cullen - more than you'll ever know."

And as my weary eyes dart eagerly between his, I respond in kind. "Love you too, sweetness. And believe me, I know. You always make sure off that, Mister, now don't ya?"

He nods shyly, meeting my gaze once more, before I shoo him in the direction of the kitchen table and Mrs. Sweeney. There's no need to be getting all deep and sad on such a glorious morning, now is there?

As he sits at the table by Sally, filling himself a cup off coffee, he eye's her amusedly then asks questioningly, "What?"

She smiles widely in his direction before inquiring, "How the hell did you know breakfast was nearly ready?'

He starts to giggle as he sips his coffee. "Cause it's Jasper's waffles, that's how."

"But what gave it away?"

"Well, Mrs. Sweeney, it's the..."

He shuts the hell up, cause I cut him off abruptly, "Oh hell to the no, Mister! You don't give away our family secrets."

He looks at me, his eyes dancing with mirth and excitement as he says, "But, Jasper, it's only Mrs. Sweeney."

Moving to the table, I serve him his waffles, hoping to keep his mouth full and his lips shut. I smile gleefully. "Sally, do you know how long my mama has been after me trying to find out my secret? Cause she knows how much Edward loves them, and she thinks if she can make them for him, she can win him over even more than she already thinks she has."

Sally's eyes dart between Edward and me, but he's no help. The poor boy's too busy stuffing his face with the deliciousness which is my doing, and my doing alone.

So, giving up on his sorry support, she glares at me. I see the wheels turning as her eyes sparkle and a broad grin graces her still quite pretty, womanly face.

"But, Jasper, if you give it to me, you will become famous in this area. Think about it. Every visitor that walks through my little bed and breakfast door will be served a breakfast made up of your wonderful, hot, sweet-smelling waffles. I'll even give you the credit and put the Hale-Cullen name on the menu."

Edward mumbles with a mouth full of waffles, grinning brightly with a syrupy smile. He nods eagerly."Mmmmm"

I smile at them both, as the two misfits look at me in earnest, looking more like little spoiled children than two grown-ass adults.

And in seconds, I cave. "All right! All right! All right. Shit, you two are a pain in the ass. OK, Sally, before we leave, I'll leave you the recipe, but don't think for one minute, I'll let you get away with not putting our Goddamn names on that menu, Missy."

So as we sit and chit-chat, finishing our breakfast and sipping our coffee, Sally inquires, "Well, you two, what's on the agenda for you today?"

Edward's eyes dart to mine, asking in silence if we had one, and letting me know I can call the shots if need be.

Giving him a quick wink and a small nod, I reply, "Well, I was hoping to take a shower, then later take my man on a nice slow walk around that beautiful lake you have surrounding your property."

Sally smiles knowingly and then adds." How about I pack you guys a nice lunch in a picnic basket, and you can take one of the blankets from your room and sit by the lake and have a nice peaceful lunch, just the two of you?"

Edward bounces on his chair excitedly, and the smile on his beautiful face steals my breath; and with that, she got her answer.

My hand reaches to cup hers, and as I stare into her baby blues, smiling widely, I concur. "That sounds wonderful, Sally. I think we'll take you up on your offer. And before I forget, thank you."

"For what, Jasper? Why are you thanking me?"

Leaning in, I whisper softly, "For everything Sally, for taking care off us so well, but mostly just for being you."

Her happy eyes meet mine, and she nods her head in understanding before shooing me off, her telling me gleefully that my southern charm won't work on her anymore - that she's on to me - and as she completes her comment, we all sit and chuckle to ourselves.

Edward sternly states, "Oh no, Sally, the southern charm never stops working. I've been waiting for that to happen for twelve years now."

And once again, we all start laughing even louder, making me nearly blow fucking coffee out my nose.

Edward and Sally clear the table, stating that since I cooked for them, they would do clean up for me. And as I finish my coffee and offer to help, I'm pushed, shoved and manhandled - a wee bit too roughly, if you ask me - out of the kitchen, being ordered to go shower and change. And when I was finished, everything would be ready to go.

The heat from the bathwater invites me in - the soft steam melts and seduces every nerve ending as it fills the room, giving it a warm and cozy atmosphere. My skin tingles with anticipation as I lower and slide my aching body into the relaxing heat. I breathe easy, collecting my thoughts, and as my eyes flutter closed from the tranquility, my peaceful mind wanders to Edward, our kids and our future, and as I let the dream take me over, I find myself smiling contentedly.

A few minutes later, still lost in my musing, I hear the creak of the bathroom door- really it could have been longer, if not merely seconds, but in my hot steamy haven, I couldn't tell. My brain was turning to mush and my body was quickly following. Removing the washcloth from my eyes, I hear his smooth velvet voice as it whispers upon the heavy laden steam.

"Jasper, baby? You're in here, right? Thought you were taking a shower?"

Sitting straighter, letting my hands fall over the edge of the tub as the wash cloth hits the floor, I whisper back, trying my best to sound as seductive as possible. "I was going to, babe, but I thought a nice hot bath looked and sounded so much better. And the sooner you can get that sexy ass of yours naked, the quicker you can join me in it."

And as I watch, eyes straining, vision somewhat blurred, my lashes damp and heavy from the heat and steam, I listen intently. My ears labor, making up for my loss of sight. I can hear him as his bare feet slap against the bathroom tile. The thick, heavy steam makes it impossible to see him clearly, but as the steam swirls around the room, I can make him out.

His lean form cuts through the cloud like a hot knife through butter, and as he slowly approaches, I gasp in awe and lust.

Cause standing in front of me is my wonderful boy, all buck naked, erect and proud, in all his fucked up red headed glory. His forest green eyes meet mine as his smile widens and brightens in mischief before announcing gleefully, "Can we play, Jasper?"

And as my dark, heavy eyes drink him in and drown eagerly from the sight of him, I'm unable to breathe properly. My lips part, releasing a pitiful "K..."

Sitting his naked self on the edge off the tub, silently and all shy-like, he raises his eyebrow in amusement. Leaning back slightly, his presence makes every part of me tingle and stir within. My belly tightens with anticipation. God knows what he does to me. God knows how he makes me feel. But most of all, I know what he means to me, and at this moment, that's all that matters.

Turning a little to face me, he leans down, wiping the damp hair from my forehead. And as he sighs deep and heavy, he places a soft, tender kiss upon it. Scooting himself back, twisting slightly he reaches across the tub and, entwines our hands - his left to my right, we're now palm to palm. And as he stares down at me - and me up at him - I swear I can see the second that the realization of being whole again engulfs and takes us over.

I watch in awe as he tears the silver packet between his clenched teeth. Our eyes are trapped, my soul imprisoned, as I watch in amazement while he coats my damp, lean fingers in the shimmering thick, clear liquid. Reaching in, he kisses me long and passionately. His fingers travel my neck and face, finding purchase in my damp, thick curls. He pulls me tight to his awaiting lips, making me groan from the sensation of his heavy tongue exploring my eager mouth. I gasp as my heart skips a beat when I realize he's placed my lubed fingers at his puckered entrance.

And as I kiss him deeper and harder, my fingers glide slowly but surely into his awaiting hole. His hands leave my hair, but his lips stay strong against mine. He leans back, and his palms grab the opposite side of the tub his body now bridges and arches above me. And as he rocks himself onto my hand, I slip my other up and over him, wrapping his waist, pulling him tighter, guiding him as he rolls himself back and forth slowly over the tub's edge.

I try to slow his pace, but he frantically rocks himself upon my eager fingers his body shakes and convulses as my lips suck and slurp his damp, hot slippery skin. Finding his neck, then shoulder and chest, letting my tongue drag seductively along his ribcage, nipping on his hip bone before starting my journey once more.

Our moans are loud. Growls and groans echo throughout the space, amplified from the acoustics of the tiled walls.

Pulling back, I watch as my fingers disappear between his supple cheeks. His butt clenches and contracts deliciously under my manipulations. I watch in awe as his ass devours my digits - the relaxation of his arousal and passion enabling them to sink fluidly into his warm depths.

His back arches and the muscles in his arms and hands strain hard and tight as he lifts his weight to hover above me. His roped, strong thighs hug tight against the edge of the bath while his chest heaves and expands, Heavy, strong gusts of breath release from his lungs. Sweat glistens, coating his entire body. His hair, dark and damp, lays flat against his forehead; his eyes closed tight, lips parted, as hard, long groans release strangled from his now dry throat, filling the thick, heavy air surrounding us.

My breath hitches as I hear him growl his husky demand, "More! I need more, Jasper."

Slipping one more finger into him, his chest rumbles and vibrates as I watch his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy. In this moment, you'd be hard pressed to find anything more beautiful than my boy as he fights to stay in the moment. But his body forsakes him, and I watch, fixated, as he slowly becomes undone with his own need and lust.

His body starts to shake and shiver I feel him go limp beneath my sweaty hands, and as he does, I wrap my arm around his heaving chest, pulling him into the water, causing him to straddle my lap, his back to my chest, doing my best to keep my fingers firmly in place.

Reaching back, his hands find my head, his fingers tangle into my damp curls, pulling my face to his neck.

I suck down hard upon his shoulder and throat, and we both groan in unison. It's gonna leave a mark, but right now, I don't give a fuck. My boy is all undone, and it's all my doing. So yeah, I'm a selfish bastard.

Removing my fingers, I listen as a small whimper releases from him. Giving myself a few hard strokes, I place my dick at this entrance and wait patiently to hear the words my ears have been starved of.

Lifting himself slightly, his hands come round and grab each side off the tub. His tight fingers and knuckles squeak against the porcelain as a slow drawn whisper releases from him, "Jasper, please."

I place my hands tenderly on his hips to guide him, and my thumbs circle his lower back lovingly as he slides down my length. A liquid moan rolls off our tongues, vibrating off the bathroom walls just to return and wash over us.

And at first he's slow and patient, but it doesn't take long for his mind to catch up and make him dizzy. He pulls himself forward, rocking himself back. I watch as the muscles on his back dance with his strength. His shoulders lift and fall and his hips swing and sway, rolling himself down hard and deep upon my eager cock.

Water splashes up and over the edge. As his body bucks and strains for pleasure he brings one hand up and over, pulling on my hair, dragging my lips to meet his twisting his face laying his cheek on my shoulder, pushing himself down hard, causing us both to growl into each other's mouths.

He's laying back on his heels, his hips and back flush with my chest and groin. The water enables us to slip and slide. Both his hands back in my hair, fingers scratch and pull at my scalp, making me groan contentedly as he pounds me deep and hard up into him.

Cupping his butt, I lift him, pushing him forward. His palms now find my knees. his chest slapping the water as he grips tight. I buck up hard. My ears ring as a husky "Fuck me, Jasper... Fuck! So... fucking good, baby," escapes his lips.

And as I feel my heart explode deep in my chest, my belly tightens and my breathing becomes labored. My fingers dig somewhat roughly into his hips. Feeling as he removes his hand from my knee.

Leaning up, he takes his dick in hand, and as he rolls back, he strokes forward. And as he rocks forward, he strokes back. We find our rhythm easily, as all ability for coherent thoughts and speech is forgotten.

I feel as his ass tighten around my cock, making the sensation in my belly and balls burn, and as I bend my knees slightly for leverage, I scream into the humid air: "Fuck! Edward, come for me, baby!" And before I get to finish my sentence, his hole becomes a vise, engulfing me as I pump and empty my release into his warm depth, listening as he does the same into his awaiting fist and lukewarm bathwater.

His weight falls back, melting into me, My heaving chest pushing against his sweaty back, we both lazily twist and squirm, trying to get comfortable, both stretching our legs. And as my big toe finds the chain for the stopper, I pull it free, enabling the water to swirl its way down the drain. I bring my hand up and over, able to surround us with the shower curtain, as Edward brings his foot up, twisting the faucets. We sigh deeply, relaxing back as the shower spray covers both our weary frames with fresh warm water.

"Love you baby."

"Always sweetness."

Shiny, shaved, and squeaky clean, we make our way to the kitchen as Mrs. Sweeney enters from the back door, removing her gardening gloves and running her fingers through her thick silver hair. Her eyes widen lovingly as she notices our arrival, informing us that the picnic basket is ready to go, and ordering me as only Sally could in her soft motherly voice, to retrieve a few bottles of beer from the fridge.

And as I'm resealing the basket, Edward's phone rings in his back pocket. He eyes me sheepishly as I stare at him sternly, silently scolding him for bringing his cell phone in the first place. But as he's about to apologize, he eyes me questioningly. "It's Alice."

He answers slowly, and I see his hand shake slightly as he inquires fearfully into the phone.

"Hi, Alice. How are you? Everything's OK, I hope"

And all I can do is stand and stare. I listen amusedly as Edward tries to have a conversion with his little sister.

The word here is try, people. The girl is a pistol, I tell ya! Really don't know how Riley does it - the boy needs a medal, if you ask me.

And as he nods and agrees, I stand and stare, just wishing the girl would get to the fucking point, and sometime soon. I have a lake and a picnic with my boy to get to. Told ya I'm a selfish bastard.

"We're good. Yes, we're rested. Yes, everything is going well. Yes, Alice, I'm sure. It couldn't be better. Al... Ali... Alice, shut the hell up for a minute, will you? Stop asking questions and stop talking. Remember, you called me; I'm guessing you had something to tell us."

Then he gasps and my heart stops as he questions her. "What do you mean, you're at the hospital?"

I grab his bicep, pulling him to me. His eyes dart to mine, and I sense and feel the fear as it devours us both. Then Doctor Edward takes over, and I watch as he straightens, his voice deepening, becoming even and hushed before he continues with his questions.

"High blood pressure? You don't have high blood pressure. How did you feel when you woke this morning? Is the doctor in the room? Yes, okay. A tech? Okay, that will work. What's her name? Put her on."

And as we both pull out a chair and slowly sit, Edward continues to question the poor unexpecting technician. He bombards her with inquires and questions, coming across more like a drill sergeant than a doctor or expectant father for that matter.

I heard the poor girl stutter and stammer on the other end as Edward would take nothing but whole answers and straightforward truths. And then he stopped abruptly. His eyes narrow as he says sternly, "Tell Alice to wait. I'll talk to her when I'm good and done with you. Oh my God, I hear her. I hear her, put her back on, and don't go anywhere, I'm not finished with you yet..."

And as he rolls his eyes at me, a disgusted gush off air blows aggravatingly from his lungs then he huffs, "Yes, Alice. What is so important that you needed me to stop questioning the tech? What do you mean put the phone on speaker? Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm doing it now."

And as Sally joins us, cupping Edward's hand between both of hers, I slide my chair closer, wrapping my arm around his shoulders, bringing him to my chest. As we all sit in anticipation, Alice continues, "Am I on speaker?"

"Yes, Alice, now get on with it. You're killing us here."

"Hi, Jasper. Everything going well?"

Taking a deep breath, I reply, "Everything is great, Alice. Your brother and I are having a wonderful time. But if you want to make it better, you will get on with this and put us out off our misery, and maybe Edward can take his nails out of my forearm."

And as she sputters and coughs, she continues, "Well everything is good now. I woke up this morning and didn't feel too good. My head was spinning, so Riley called the doctor and they asked us to come in and be checked out. But other than having a little high blood pressure, everything looks normal. But I have a question while I'm here on my back, my big fat-ass belly waving at the ceiling while they have that machine on and pointed in my direction. Would you guys like to know the sex of your kids?"

We both stare at each other in amazement. I knew this was a possibility, but I didn't think it would come so soon. And as we smile foolishly at one another, we question in unison, "Should we?"

Alice squeals. "Yes, you should. Think of what this means. You guys get to complete the rooms or room if they end up sharing, and I get to go shopping for my niece and nephew or my nieces and nephews. So let's go, boys, what do ya think?"

Our eyes dark and dampen as I feel his fingers squeeze my thigh and then we nod smiling widely.

Realizing that Alice can't see our nods, I find my voice and speak huskily toward the phone, "Yes, Alice, go ahead. What've we got cooking?'

The room falls eerily silent. Edward looks at me, grinning brightly as he places a soft, tender kiss upon my awaiting lips.

Our attention turns back to the phone, and we can make out small noises as people shuffle and machines beep. Then I hear Riley let out a strong, long wow as Alice releases a small yelp.

Then her voice comes across loud and strong as the excitement dances in her happy tone.

"Guys, you're having... And as she relays the information, a loud gasp fills the room as all three of us smile. And Mrs. Sweeney lets out a long, deep. "Wowwwwww!"

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