A/N...Wow! Here it is people the last chapter of my story. To say that I am sad to see the boys go would be an understatement. They have lived in my head for so long I have become quite fond off them.

I would first like to thank iamamy..author off the story sleeves.. for turning me down on my prompt when I offered it to her, demanding in a way that I grow some balls and do it myself, And here I am 26 chapters later saying my goodbyes and for that I will be forever grateful.

Next my wonderful beta Deβra Anne. As I've mentioned before this was not her cup off tea to start with. But the woman has rocked and supported my story and myself through all our highs and lows, and I don't think I could ever find the words sincere enough to thank her properly.

To my amazing pre reader Prassacut author of Roads What can I say, without Laurence Alex my boys would probable look more like 16 year old girls preparing for the prom, rather than grown men preparing for a family.

And last but not least my awesome readers with their amazing reviews. Thank you for sticking with me and for sometimes kicking my ass into gear.

So with all goodbyes behind us lets go see what Mr Jasper and Mr Edward Hale-Cullen have been up too.

I find myself fussing and fumbling like a fucking crazy person, frantically running around the bedroom, behaving somewhat like the ass I'm known to be. I'm trying to pack our bag and search for shit all at the same time, but I swear, I don't remember having this much crap when we arrived.

I'm telling ya, people! Let Edward loose in the local stores or flea markets, and you never know what the fuck he's going to come home with. Note to self! Confiscate the boy's credit card ASAP! He's just way too dangerous with it. Between the vintage t-shirts and old designer jeans, I really don't know where the hell he's supposed to put all this shit, never mind me having to find room for them in this bag. I bet he's forgotten we came on the bike; he's thinking I have a trunk to throw all this crap in.

We're leaving today, finally heading for home. To say that I'm God damn eager to get us on the road would be a fucking understatement.

"What the fuck is Edward doing?" I hear you say.

Well... Edward has decided that right now would be the perfect time for his cool, calm, delectable butt to be climbing into the shower.

And as I've pointed out a few times before, The boy's useless! Fucking useless.

While I'm running around all hot and bothered, trying to pack our shit, down on my knees, scrambling under the bed retrieving sneakers, dirty socks, and yep, even a pair of underwear.

Crap! Alice is right! We do have a nerve, calling ourselves gay men.

If gayness was a club, and we were season card holders, they'd definitely be revoking our shit right now, cause stereotypical gay men, we are not. I'm sure there would be something about neatness in the handbook somewhere. Don't ya think!

Oh shit! I can't forget the cowboy boots. Spying them, I reach under the bed further, stretching my fingertips and grabbing one by the loop, pulling it towards me, watching rather amused as the stray underwear dangles from its toe.

The irony of the whole situation making me roll my eyes and smirk to myself. But fuck! Really! Edward would skin my hide if I misplaced these fuckers. 'The boots that is, people! Not the underwear.'

And as I was saying, at this very hectic, totally confusing moment, he decides to take a shower.

'What did I tell ya? Useless!... Fucking useless!'

I knew I should have taken care of this crap last night. It was one of the first things on my to do list. But the boy side-tracked me, the sneaky little bastard that he can be sometimes. Don't get me wrong; it was in the most delicious way possible, my sweet, wonderful, horny-as-all-hell husband had other plans in mind when we came to bed, and what kind of spouse would I be if I denied him?

'So I take that back. Sometimes the boy's not so fucking useless after all.'

Edward has been amazing these last few days. I've watched in awe as his confidence and strength returned tenfold. It's like the news of our sons has breathed new life into him, getting to pick their names making them more real, and in turn making him upbeat and giddy. He's just so full of fun and vibrancy again, reminding me more off his former self.

Plus the fact that when he looks my way and smiles his crooked smile, I can't help but melt in his direction. 'What can I say! The boy owns me!'

Even the news of Rose and Emmett's upcoming wedding is causing him to gush with pride. But so help me God! The next time he bitches about Alice being a control freak, I'm gonna have to point this kinda shit out to him. Cause he's starting to act like this is his fucking wedding.

He wants me to offer the pub for the rehearsal dinner, and has pointed out the fact that our yard, given a little work from Emmett's crew, would be the perfect setting for the ceremony and reception; they would have the lake as a backdrop. He even had the nerve to suggest what time off the God damn day it should be held, wanting the moon to dance across the water. Moon? Dance? What the hell?

I'm really close to buying the fucker a dress, I swear! Cause slowly but surely, the dude 's turning into his sister. Problem being, I wouldn't have room for it in this God damn bag right now!

He even had the audacity to wake my sorry ass a few times during the night, excitedly shaking me, wanting me to call Rose and give her his suggestions, all eager and enthusiastic like. Not wanting to bust my boy's bubble and have him lose his confidence, I grabbed him rather sternly by the shoulders, looked him straight in his deep, gorgeous forest greens and basically told him to... Fuck off! Wise the hell up! And go back to fucking sleep.

Or I swear! His dead body will be found by the roadside on the way home this time. For sure!

Then the little sissy started with the name calling and pouting. He acts like such a spoiled brat sometimes! Where the hell he gets that from, I will never know! Grown ass man acting childish. Whatever!'

Somewhat reluctantly -'Yeah! Right!' - Having to shove my fucking dick in his mouth, just to shut him the hell up.

'Not that he minded... mind you!'

But honestly, you'll never hear me complaining about my husband's new turnabout. Cause the boy's been as horny as a whore at a buy one get one free dildo sale. And now that he's back to keeping me on my toes, I couldn't be happier.

Take last night for instance, we'd just finished a nice farewell dinner with Sally, and after a lot of laughs and a few tears due to our departure, with us having to insist on helping her clean up and put stuff away. Just needing more time to reassure her that we would be fine, letting her know that this wouldn't be the end of our friendship, and that we'll always keep in touch.

I find myself stumbling yet again to bed, cause God knows I've never drank this much in my God damn life before, not even out for pool night with the guys have I ever been so wasted.

' I'm telling yea, the kick ass old lady is a pistol, she's a force to be reckoned with at times.'

So here I am, just having finished up my nightly routine. After a few clumsy, mismanaged attempts, I'm stumbling out of the bathroom, making my way to the bed, trying my darnedest to get my fucking bearings and clear my head.

It takes me a few minutes to stop the room from spinning, standing naked in the doorway, not knowing if I was holding up the door-frame, or it was holding up me.

And suddenly I'm caught off guard, rendered breathless. And fuck knows I sobered up real damn quick. Cause I swear to God my heart skipped a few beats as my hand grips the door frame tighter. And my lazy ass cock decides not to be so lazy, because as my eyes come into focus, they fall upon the bed. And there, lying on his back, hands behind his head, ankles nonchalantly crossed, buck naked as the day he was born, in all his fucked up red headed glory is my beautiful hard-as-all-hell! boy, smiling lazily in my direction.

The sight of him causes my chest to hurt and my vision to blur, but as I regain my composure, I get the opportunity to ogle him more thoroughly.

His lean, muscular form stretches out over the comforter, his pale skin appears illuminated in deep contrast with the dark covers. Shaking my head, I drink him in, his shoulders tight and strong complementing his firm chest and abs. A soft coating of reddish copper hair dusts his body deliciously in all the right places, causing all the ones on mine to stand on end and pay attention

My lust filled eyes have no choice but to shamelessly devour him, as they follow his neatly trimmed happy trail down to where I belong - the place that I call home - and still to this day refer to as the promised land.

My lids close slowly, and I take a few deep breaths, feeling the need to steady myself - not only due to the alcohol still running through my veins, but by the sheer reaction and overwhelming effect this boy - this man - still brings about in me.

I watch in awe as his muscles ripple in excitement and anticipation beneath my lust-filled scrutiny, amazed at the fact that even after all these years, we still excite one another, still bring out the want and need in one another. I'm astonished at how eager we still are to enjoy one another and fulfill one another's desires.

And no matter how much time passes, I will never tire of it, never bore or become uninterested. Cause no matter what way you look at it, or feel the need to dissect it, he's still the boy I knew, he's still the man I love, and he'll always and forever be the best part of me.

Running my fingers through my hair, realizing I'm still in the bathroom doorway, I have to steady myself, trying my best to urge my shaky legs to move forward. The fire in my belly overwhelms me, like a magnetic pull knowing I needed to be closer to him.

I make my way shakily to the bed, sitting on the edge, and within seconds, I'm feeling his fingers play on my tattooed sleeve, his touch causing my lids to heavily fall as my breathing quickens. The bed dips as I sense him move slowly in my direction.

Suddenly my skin starts to tingle as I feel his wet, heavy tongue drag along my tat as it follows his playful fingers up my arm. I don't move - I can't move - it's so painfully slow but deliciously erotic. A coating of goosebumps covers my flesh as my over-eager cock springs to attention wanting more - wanting this - needing him.

With my back still to him, I'm unable to move a muscle, not even to glance in his direction, let alone utter words of lust or encouragement. I'm frozen in time, feeling lost in a dream, so overwhelmed from the sensation of his lips and tongue on my flesh, kissing and nipping, that I can't find my voice or gain the strength to shift towards him, finding myself drowning in the sounds of his gentle sucks and heavy sighs echoing within the walls.

I gasp aloud when his fingers creep along my spine. His touch is soft as he gently and seductively glides his palms up my backbone, kneading and massaging at my flesh as he goes. Then without warning, once again his tongue follows his fingers' travels. My skin screams in delight, every nerve dances with excitement, as I feel the smooth dampness drag up my spine and glide across my shoulders.

We have yet to utter a word or make eye contact, the gentle moans, deep sighs and gravelly groans being the only communication we need as his wet lips reach my collarbone and devour my neck.

He shifts to his knees, and I feel his chest slightly touching my back, as pre cum from his hardened dick dampens my skin and coats my spine. His fingers reach my hair, fingering it frantically, tugging on the ends, pulling me somewhat roughly towards his mouth, as his hot breath lavishes my skin with moisture and his teeth gently nip at my hairline.

I can't take much more of this. I'm going to hyperventilate or fucking explode, not sure which one, but whatever comes first will hopefully ease the pressure and put me out of my misery quicker. My chest hurts for him as I fight with my inner self, trying my best not to touch him or break his concentration.

My breathing is labored and my eyes hurt from the pressure of squeezing them shut. My hands are frozen on my thighs, fingertips digging eagerly into my skin, having the urge to reach for him, wanting and longing to pull him tighter to me.

But he's keeping his distance for now, just brushing his body up against mine at all the right moments, knowing when I need reassurance and sensing when I need a little more.

'The boy is fucking killing me here people! Killing me!'

But I know better than to rush him. know better than to mess with his plans. And right now I'm hoping and praying to all that is holy, that he has a fucking God damn plan.

Then really! Like really! I think I die. No truthfully, I fucking die! I think I've God damn died and gone to heaven!

Cause in this now hot, humid room, the only light being filtered through the heavy shades and curtains, I hear my boy's husky voice whisper, as his tongue wets the outline off my ear and dampens my hair.

And fuck me sideways! I just die at his words.

"Jasssssssssssper! You taste so good. I really can't get enough. I want to lick you all over. Then when I'm done with my mouth I'm going to continue with my ass, because its been way to long since I've fucked you senseless."

With that. I feel my hair being tugged roughly. My head falls back as my eyes shoot open, feeling my body hit the bed with a thud. It all happens so quickly, I don't even get the opportunity to object.

'Fuck! Not like I would. Right!'

His mouth attacks mine with a vengeance, as his lean form straddles my waist, my arms are pinned behind my head as his fingers entwine tightly with mine.

It,s out off control. The room is starting to spin, and my body trembles in anticipation. It's fast and furious, and I'm finding it hard to keep up.

He's kissing, biting, sucking and licking, I can't fucking think right now, and my throat's bone dry, making my whimpers and pants hoarse and inaudible. As his hands roam my body his fingers grope my skin,and his tongue laps my flesh. I struggle wildly beneath him, trying to stay in the moment.

I'm loving every God damn minute of his manipulations. It's all so overwhelming and exciting. I'm elated by his vigor and strength, and overjoyed in his willingness to explore. He's being dominant and powerful. My need and want for him to claim me burns like a furnace in my belly.

Our chests hammer in harmony, as deep hollow moans echo in our ears.

He's griding himself on my belly, the head of his dick rubbing up against my ribs. I swear any harder, and he'll break one! Feeling the head of my own cock slip easily between his cheeks with each thrust he makes, and the more eager he becomes, the closer I am to losing it.

I hear my name over and over. It's strange in my ears; it's low and strong, yet loud and soft. I feel I'm losing my mind; there's no holding on. I try to stay in this moment, doing my best to keep my eyes on his glorious face - passion and lust, love and pride, written in each of his handsome features.

He finally releases my hands as his fingers tangle themselves in my curls. I quickly cup each of his thighs, spreading him wider and pulling him tighter. A loud, hearty groan escapes his lips as his hands pull tight in my hair and his head falls heavily between his shoulder blades.

And as he kisses me one more time with the utmost vigor and passion, his hand in my hair slips gently down my neck and shoulder, not stopping until it comes to rest on my chest. Pushing himself upwards, he reaches to the side. I'm watching in awe as his fingers make their way to his mouth. I notice the foil packet of lube as it catches the light. Ripping it between his teeth, he smiles softly. Leaning forward gently, he proceeds to prepare himself for me.

'Yeah! You heard me... For me!... Priceless!'

His face mesmerizes me, his features calm and serene. Even if I wanted or tried, I couldn't break his stare. His eyes are deep, dark and heavy, his cheeks flushed and smooth, his lips slightly parted as short soft pants dust my face while he eagerly fingers himself in preparation.

Once more, his mouth attacks me hungrily as we frantically grope each other's hair and eagerly grind and push on each other's flesh. And with one last suck of my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently, causing me to whimper slightly, he places himself on the head off my cock.

My hands on his thighs reach further, cupping each butt cheek. Taking one last deep breath before I smile lovingly in my boys direction, I push him gently, and oh so painfully slow, down onto me.

Everything goes silent - everything feels surreal. We both suck in air and hold our breath as we let our heavy lids fall. Not daring to breathe again or reopen our eyes until his butt meets my thighs with a soft slap.

Leaning forward, he wraps his strong arms around my shoulders for leverage. As my hands and fingers massage the tender flesh of his butt, he rides me smoothly. We are a far cry from a few seconds ago; there is no fast and furious, there's no need for control and power, but what there is, is love.

Our motions are fluent as our bodies move as one. I buck up, he pushes down. I pull out, he brings me back. We're feeding each other's need, just as we would complete each other's sentences, in the way only lovers do, and in a way only Edward and I can.

His breathing quickens as his thighs tighten on my hips. My fingers dig harder into his flesh as his mouth makes contact with my nipple. He's sucking hard, biting softly, sending ripples of pleasure deep into my core. With my head pressed back hard against the mattress, I chant his name, praying to all that is holy to make this last and hold me off.

But fuck! Someone didn't listen, cause as I feel his smooth, hot hole tighten around the head of my cock, I scream to the heavens, and I think even Mrs Sally Sweeney hears, if you must know. And as flashes of light dance behind my eyelids I came with a fury never known to me before, emptying myself deep into his body as I feel his hot cum coat mine.

I'm taken out of my musing by a cough and a chuckle. Raising my eyes, I'm met with his smiling deep forest greens, copper hair stuck to his head, water like rain drops falls upon his shoulders as I watch lustfully, following a tiny bead as it runs along his collarbone and down his chest.

He coughs again, messing with my fantasy. Fucker!

His laughter fills the room as I stare at him sternly, wondering what the hell crawled up his ass, cause it sure as fuck ain't me right now. And as my eyes reluctantly leave his, I follow his gaze, having no choice but to laugh myself. Noticing while lost in my day dream, I was still holding the cowboy boot in my hand with the missing underwear still dangling from its toe.

In two short strides, he's on me. His damp arms wrap around my neck and his smiling mouth makes contact with mine. Talking into the kiss he inquires, "This your way of telling me you went commando, babe?"

Forging disgust, I push him away gently, as he dramatically makes a show of falling backwards. I grab the hem of his towel in the process, leaving him wet and naked on the bed. Shaking my head, but hungrily taking a second look, I scold him. "No, sweetness, but your ass will be! If you don't hurry up and get dressed. And maybe we can get our butts on the road. We have people to see and places to be. Now! Chop! Chop! Edward, get a move on."

Rolling the damp towel and flicking it at his sexy ass, I happily watch him jump slightly as he scrambles to get dressed.

The thunder of heavy sighs pound deeply in my chest as Mrs Sally Sweeney stands on her front steps hugging the life out of two grown men. She has us both in an arm, squeezing us unbearably tight to her, sliver hair tickling our chins as her loud sobs wet our shirts. I glance at Edward. His eyes slightly roll and his face flushes. He's trying his best to be strong, but like me, his eyes are damp, holding back the emotion and love we now have for this old lady's awesomeness.

With one last kiss and a hug, and her fingertips tugging at our jackets, reluctantly letting us go, we climb on the bike and head for the highway.

I won't lie, I'm a little nervous to return to the scene of the crime, so to speak. It's been giving me butterflies in my belly and a tightness in my chest. But a lot has happened in the last few days to turn this around and bring my hopes up. So with all that I am and I'm hoping to become, I'm counting on that to get us through.

Edward and I are whole once more. We know there's no use dwelling on the past and letting it consume our future. Don't get me wrong, we are not foolish enough to think we've fixed everything, but we are intelligent enough to know help is still needed and will be sought after. But we also have a joint goal and dream, knowing that if we work together and stay strong, we can be unstoppable and can accomplish said goal and dreams.

So as the wind catches my hair and Edward's arms wrap around me tighter, his content sigh vibrating through my back and resting in my chest, I smile widely and head us both for home.

Fuck! What now? God does she ever stop!

I run up the stairs, taking two at a time, cause I swear the woman sounds like she's dying. Entering the boys' bedroom, I watch dumbfounded as she stands in the middle, circling, her tiny little hands on her now oh-so-big - 'But don't tell her I said that, cause she'll kill me!' – waist.

As we make eye contact, I inquire quizzically, "What, Alice? What now? Do we have yet another problem, sweetie?"

Her head snaps in my direction with a look that I swear would kill and drop to his knees any grown man that didn't know her. And in a sarcastic-as-all-fucking-hell voice, she questions, "Cream and chocolate? Guys! Really! That's what you two supposedly queer-as-folk gay men came up with. Cream and fucking chocolate, Jasper Hale-Cullen?"

And with that, she turns on her tiny little feet, faster than I thought they should be able to carry her, and stamps quickly out of the room, yelling at the top off her lungs as she goes, "Where's my brother? Edward Hale-Cullen, where the hell are you? We need to talk, and pronto."

I follow after her, wanting to do my best and head her off at the pass, knowing that Edward really didn't have time for her shit right now, all the while thinking to myself, It's got to be drugs! Riley has to do drugs. And ya know what! Right now, I wouldn't blame him.

We've been home just over a month now, but I'm not going to lie to ya, settling back into our routine was hard at first. We found it difficult to be separated, not wanting to spend too much time apart, noticing that when we did we would be nervous and anxious the whole time, feeling the need to call each other every half hour just to check in.

But we knew in our hearts, and of course with a little help from our therapist, that the quicker we returned to normal living, the quicker we would grow and heal as a couple.

Seth and Edward talked at length, and Edward finally returned to work at the hospital - day shift for now, which he hates, cause he says its boring. And believe me, people, I constantly hear it, as he's found the need to remind me on a daily basis.

"But all the good shit happens after dark, Jasper. You'd be surprised at the fuckery that goes on in Forks when the townsfolk are asleep." He raises his eyebrows at me, trying to act all melodramatic and shit. "But, Jasper, during the day, its only school kids with coughs, and babies with peas stuck up their noses. It's boring, Jasper, just downright boring."

But the poor boy suffers through it, and secretly between you and me, I think he really prefers it.

'He's a trooper I tell yea! A fucking trooper he is.'

As for me, well that's gone a lot easier. Having Ben as my right hand man was the best move I ever made. I'll go in early help him set up for the lunch crowd, then the early bird dinner goer's, which in Forks is a lot,. 'Cause fuck knows so much happens in this sleepy old town after 6 PM. Well, according to my overly-excited, with a childlike imagination husband, that is!' Then I get to head home, leaving Ben, and sometimes Emmett, to deal with the night owls, knowing that I'm only a few blocks and a phone call away.

We've spent a lot of time with Emmett and Rose, helping with the wedding arrangements and deciding where to go for tuxes. And yes, people, just to let you know, Rose did agree with Edward's suggestions after all. The ceremony and festivities will be held in our back yard with the moon dancing off the lake.

Once again, Moon! Dancing! Fuck! Whatever. They're both fucking nuts if you ask me.

We've also busied ourselves getting the boys' room ready, painting and shopping, organizing and sorting. The excitement grows daily for their arrival, with even the grandmothers lending a helping hand, sometimes feeling the need to share our own baby stories and somewhat nightmares with each other.

Then there's Alice - Oh Alice! - who in these last few weeks has been somewhat of a nightmare come to life herself. She has found the need to follow us around like a guard dog, and sometimes stick her little pixie nose in where it doesn't fucking belong. 'I know, shock. Right!' But we've tolerated it for the most part - that was up until this very moment.

And now I find myself trying once again to head her off at the pass, wanting to save my boy from her madness.

She makes it to the kitchen in record time. Shit! the pixie was always fast, even in fucking high school! And is met with - to my surprise - an overly calm Edward.

He turns as she enters, giving her one of his awesome crooked grins. But for some reason, it doesn't have the same effect on her as it does on me, cause instantly she starts her verbal attack, everything coming out in rushed sentences, finger pointing in his face and all.

"Cream and chocolate, Edward! Really? You gave these boys a cream and fucking chocolate bedroom."

And as he takes her pointing finger in his hand, he slowly smiles and kisses her knuckles, but not before glancing my way, giving me an understanding and reassuring wink. Then in a quite gentle voice, he answers her, "Yes, Alice, the boys' room is deep, warm cream with a chocolate stripe around the center. I know that, cause Jasper and I painted it. We happen to like it, and think it fits well with their plush rug and cozy furniture. So don't get me wrong when I say this, sweetie, cause I love you to death and have the utmost respect for what you are doing for us, but these are our sons, Jasper's and mine. And I know, like with our wedding, everything you touch seems to belong to you, and you would like to consider them yours. But they're not, Alice, they're ours. You are their aunt, and in my heart, I know you'll make an awesome one. But these are our sons, so you need to back the fuck off and let us do our job."

'And really! Like really! I could have fucking jumped the boy and attacked his ass right there and then. Right on the kitchen floor, sister and fucking all watching. Cause my husband rocks.'

With that, she steps back, crosses her arms across her chest and eyes us both. My face darts between hers and Edward's, waiting for the next move, hoping for a good outcome. And as he mirrors her stance, he smiles widely and openly in my direction. I gulp hard, wanting to move my hands to my balls, feeling the need to protect them at this moment. My eyes fall on Edward's precious package, as I think to myself. 'The boy's on his own. There's no way I can beat Alice to them. The pixie's fast, I tell ya! Fast.'

And as the second awesome crooked grin spreads across another Cullen's face, the tension eases. Flinging her bubble body towards us both, she grabs us in a hug, squeezing tight, nearly cutting off circulation. Whispering softy, she contently gasps into our hair. "I know, boys, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I know I have a tendency to take over and control, but I do it all in love and in caring, just hoping and wanting my family to have the best."

Straighting myself and getting out of her hold - 'Cause really the woman was about to suffocate me.' - I step to the side and let Edward and his sister have their moment.

He tenderly cups her face in his hands as he whispers quietly to her, "Sweetie, we know you do, and we love and care for you also. And we already know we have the best, cause we have each other, and your nephews will grow up knowing how awesome it feels to be loved and wanted because of you. And for that, Jasper and I will be forever grateful. But please don't worry; we got this."

She turns to me and I nod, unable to speak, figuring Edward has covered all our bases and has spoken truthfully for us both. And with damp eyes and heavy sighs, we all fall in for one more final family hug.

It's three thirty in the morning, and the house if finally still. I watch from my perch in the doorway as a sleeping Edward rocks the boys tenderly, Blain in one arm and Branden in the other. His light snores and their soft whimpers, the only music I want to listen to right now.

I sigh heavily in contentment as I watch all three snuggle close, flushed faces and lips parted in exactly the same way. I won't lie to ya, and really I think I'm a little biased when I think to myself. How lucking am I?

Not only do I have the most outstanding of men to share my life with, not forgetting how fucking fuckhot he is ta boot. But now I have the most gorgeous of children, I know! I know! All parents think and feel the same way, but really, they are gorgeous.

With their blond hair coming in curly, feeling a little guilty and sorry for them on that one, knowing how much of a fuckery my own has been to me over the years, but also their deep forest greens and beautiful cherry red pouty lips just like their dad. So when I say gorgeous, people, maybe I really should be thinking outstanding, not that I want to brag - but I can, so I will - they are all three outstanding.

It's been six weeks now, and to say it's been crazy would be an understatement. This kid shit takes a lot of getting used to. Thank God for grannies and aunts, cause Edward and I wouldn't know what to do if we didn't have them, and if the truth be told, we just might have killed each other by now if left to our own devices.

Sliding down the door, I bring my knees to my chest, folding my arms around them, as I watch in awe as my little family sleeps happily. I give myself a chance to reminisce back over their short little lives.

I was at the pub helping Ben set up for the lunch crowd when my phone started buzzing off the hook. As Ben picked it up, walking in my direction, his steps started to quicken and his eyes lit up. Showing me the screen, he starts yelling, "Jasper! It's Edward! It's Edward! Hurry, answer it. You never know, this might be the call off all calls, the one you've been waiting for."

But me being the ass that I am, 'I know people! I know.' I just rolled my eyes and nonchalantly wiped my hands on my jeans, hoping silently to myself that it was, but knowing how many false alarms we've had in the last few weeks, not expecting it to be.

As I press answer and bring the phone to my ear, I hear Edward screaming into the other end, "Jasper! Jasper! It's time, babe! It's time! Get your ass over here quick, Alice is on her way in with Riley. Babe, please hurry! Our sons are coming." Then he hangs up.

And as I stand shell-shocked just staring at my phone, Ben springs into action. Leaving everything where it was, he grabs me by the arm and leads me out of the pub, locking the door behind him, telling the few people on the sidewalk not to bother even waiting, we would be closed for the day, excitedly explaining to the gathered few, that he had babies to welcome into the world and that I was going to be a new dad.

With their congrats and friendly pants on the back, I barely remember Ben showing me to his car, stating that there was no way in hell he was letting me drive, and that there was no one big enough to stop him coming along to witness.

Making it to the hospital a few seconds after Alice and Riley pull up, Edward eagerly meets them at the front entrance. I glance at Alice first, needing to know in my heart that this was it, and the look in her eyes and the love in her smile was the only answer I needed to know. Because as my husbands twin forest greens looked back at me, I see it all, her anguish, her pain at this moment, but most of all, her utmost love for her only brother and me.

And as Edward gently helps her into an awaiting wheelchair and Ben eases me forward with his hand on my back, I finally look at my husband as he stands before making it to the rear of the chair, wanting nothing more than to get his sister inside and taken care of.

And when our eyes meet, I lose it. I feel tears of joy run down my face, and the sobs in my chest cause my heart to hurt more. But as I feel my body tremble and my head spin, I hear his soft velvet voice at my ear, and with love and gentleness, he lets me know that all will be well, once more being the strong one, once more being my rock, and taking me out of my panicked state.

"Jasper, this is it, they are finally coming. Hurry, follow me, let's go welcome our sons into the world."

And with that, the doors swish open and all hell breaks loose.

Then I hear little squeals and the clicking of high heels behind me. But not before the booming voice drowns out all the hospital noises and invades my eardrums.

"JASPER! YO BRO! WAIT UP! IS IT FINALLY TIME? ARE THE BOYS COMING? PLEASE TELL ME WE'RE NOT LATE! ROSE IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME IF WE MISSED THIS."

As I turn, I look into his happy, boyish face, but I'm unable to answer, as I feel Rose's small arms wrap around my middle. I look down, somewhat dazed, before squeezing her tightly to me, needing my only sister's comfort and support.

Ben once again steps in, slapping Emmett on the shoulder a few times, informing him that he will live to see another day, and if we all hurry up, we would all get to witness this miracle together.

So six hours and a lot of pain medication later, Edward and I sit at the side off Alice's hospital bed, a brand new baby boy in each of our arms. Alice is dozing in and out as Riley, God bless his soul, tends to her every want and need. Emmett is like a fucking guard dog standing behind our chairs, arms folded across his huge chest, just daring anyone to come within two feet of us and stopping them in their tracks if they try.

Rose kneels on the floor at our feet between each chair, just gazing at her new nephews with the utmost off love and pride. As the grannies sit side by side in the other corner off the room holding each other's hands and singing their own children's praises, as Ben and Angela try their best to get a word in edgewise laughing as both women frantically gush. I hear Carlisle in the hallway, speaking with the doctor, his voice is full of laughter and joy. He's already talking about the best schools and colleges his grandsons will be attending, having pride in his voice as only a new grandfather could.

So as I'm sitting there curled on the floor,I'm taking out off my musing as my eyes leave my beautiful sons faces, and I'm met with my just as beautiful husband's tired forest greens. He nods in agreement as he must see and read the love in my face.

Quietly I inquire, "Need help, sweetness?"

And as he gently nods, I rise to my feet and offer a helping hand, taking Branden in my arms. Tenderly kissing the top of his baby soft head, I take him to his crib. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Edward kiss Blain before laying him in his and covering him with his blanket.

We meet in the middle and I take my husband in my arms as he sighs a deep sigh of contentment onto my shoulder. Kissing his hair, I tell him it's time for bed, that like our sons, he, too, needs his rest. But before we can exit the room, he takes me by the hand and turns me towards both our peaceful sleeping sons, and in a soft whisper, asks, "Jasper, have you ever seen anything quite as beautiful as the sight before you right now?'

And as I gaze in awe and love at my husband - my partner - my best friend and my boy, I feel the need to let him know, "Yes, sweetness, I have. You, to me, will always be my first beautiful sight, but the boys are running a close second, I'll have you know."

He pushes me by the arm and chuckles. Leaning in, he kisses my lips, gently whispering into the kiss, "Jasper Hale-Cullen, you will always be the best part of me."

And as I return his kiss, I inform him tenfold, "As you will be of me, sweetness. As you will be of me always."

Thank you guys for spending your free time with me and the boys I hope you all enjoyed I would love to hear what you think so don't forget to hit the little blue button below.

There will be an Epilogue coming soon taking you 5 years into the boys future so keep your eyes and ears open for that one.