BPOV

Bikes? Dogs? What the hell was that boy talking about?

Shaking my head, I whispered, "We're having a baby."

Scrunching his face up, Alex removed his hand from mine, turning to Anthony. "Does that mean we're not getting a dog?"

"Guess so," he replied, shrugging his shoulders and looking back at us. "Can we still get new bikes?"

My mouth fell open, all I could do was stare at them. After years of begging, pleading with us for a baby sister, that's all we got? Shifting my attention to Edward, I lifted an eyebrow, silently asking him what the fuck we were supposed to say now.

With a shake of his head, he placed both hands on the table and took a deep breath. "Do you understand what we're saying? Mom's pregnant, which means there is a baby growing inside her."

"Duh," chortled Anthony, leaning back and folding his arms in front of him. "But let's get back to the bikes."

"Anthony!" exclaimed Edward, throwing his hands up.

"What?" He laughed. "Gees, we're joking. Guess you've lost your sense of humor in your old age."

"Dude, shut up," muttered Alex, elbowing him. "We're not going to get new bikes if you insult the man."

"You're not getting new bikes anyway," replied Edward, smirking.

Right on cue, the boys turned to me, bottom lip curving down. With wide eyes, I turned away from them, knowing if I didn't, I'd give in and they'd end up with new bikes. That damn pout would always be my weakness and all the men in my life knew it, from Edward to the boys, to Carlisle and Charlie. Each one of them had used it against me on more than one occasion. Smiling wryly, I secretly hoped our baby would be a girl, knowing she'd have them all wrapped around her little finger. A little girl with Edward's auburn hair and brilliant green eyes, Alex's smile and Anthony's sense of humor.

"Momma," called Alex, reaching back across the table and grabbing my hand. "Momma, what's wrong?"

"Huh?" It wasn't until I looked back at him that I realized I'd been crying again. Wiping my tears away, I laughed, "Sweetheart, nothing's wrong." Seeing the worry still in his eyes, I slipped my hand from under his, only to place it on top. "I promise, I'm just really emotional right now. It's normal."

"Because of the baby?" he wondered, grinning.

"Yes," I smiled wider, "but mostly because I'm so happy right now."

"Oh," he muttered, not really understanding. "Is this one of those woman things Dad told us to just ignore?"

"Alex," hissed Edward, eyes flying open. Smirking, I turned toward him, one eyebrow lifted. "Baby, I can explain."

"Oh, I'm sure you can," I snarked, rolling my eyes. "If we're done, let's go home. I have to finish making the cake for dinner tonight, unless that's just another one of those woman things I do."

He sighed. "I'm in big trouble, aren't I?"

"Maybe," I giggled, pushing on his arm. "If you don't let me out of this booth right now, you will be. I've gotta pee."

"Eeeewww," whined Alex and Anthony.

Laughing, Edward slid out of the booth, and I scrambled for the bathroom, barely making it before I had an accident. Nothing quite like a full bladder and pregnancy hormones. By the time I finished, making sure to wash my hands good, Edward and the boys were standing next to the door. Slipping my hand into his, I followed them out to the car, and we headed home.

The minute we walked into the house, the boys kicked off their shoes, threw their backpacks on the couch, and took off down the hallway to their bedroom, like they've done everyday since school started. Neither Edward nor I knew what they were up to in there, but we both agreed to pick our battles. It's not like they were blowing anything up...yet, at least.

Picking up their bags, I tossed them into the coat closest, before heading into the kitchen, pulling off the lid to my cranberry Pyrex casserole dish. The chocolate and caramel cake wafted up, filling the room with the sweetest aroma. A smile slipped over my lips, my father loved this cake. Ever since I'd been in high school and first made it, it'd be the one thing he'd request me to make. Pulling the double chocolate icing out of the pantry, I grabbed a butter-knife and began spreading it over the top.

"So, am I in a lot of trouble?" Edward wrapped his arms around me, hands laying flat against my belly. "You know I didn't mean anything bad by it."

"I know you didn't," I murmured, turning in his arms and placing the tip of the chocolate-coated knife at his lips. "Taste."

Keeping his eyes locked onto mine, he snaked his tongue out, taking a long swipe. "Mmm, delicious," he moaned.

Leaning forward, Edward crushed his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue deep into mine. The knife slipped from my fingers, hitting the ground hard. Weaving my hands into his hair, I pulled him closer, trying to feel all of him. Groaning, he slid his hands down my back, gripping my bottom tightly, and lifting me onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his hips, digging my heals into him. Tearing his lips from mine, he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking on my exposed skin. Arching into him, I tightened my grip on his hair, pushing my center into him.

"Mom, do we have any...Oh God!" Snapping his head up, Edward and I found Anthony standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his hands covering his eyes. "My poor, innocent eyes!"

Laughing, I unhooked my legs from around Edward's waist, letting him help me off the counter. "What did you want, Anthony?"

"For you and Dad to stop sucking face all the time," he grumbled, "but I came in here wondering if we had any electrical tape."

"Why do you need electrical tape?" Edward asked while I picked up the knife off the floor and placed it in the sink.

"Um, you know, to hold...stuff together," he mumbled, averting his eyes to the floor.

"What kind of stuff?" Edward pressed, needing more information.

"Just...stuff." Anthony shrugged his shoulders, giving the pretense that whatever they were up to in their bedroom was nothing. I didn't buy it, but, moving over to the junk drawer, I dug through the mess, finding the black tape in the bottom.

Turning to my son, I sighed. "Is it dangerous?"

"No, ma'am," he replied, a little too quickly.

Raising my eyebrow, I folded my arms in front of my, hanging the tape on the tip of my right index finger. "Are you building a bomb?"

"No!" he scoffed. "Where would we learn to make a bomb?"

"I don't know, maybe the internet," I explained. "Dad and I can trust you and Alex not to do something that you both know is wrong, right, Anthony?"

A shadow of guilt crept over his face, but with a subtle shake of his head, it vanished. "Yes, Momma," he groused. "Can I have the tape now?"

"I suppose." I tossed him the tape, while snickering under my breath. Rolling his eyes, he turned, heading back down to his bedroom. Turning my eyes to my husband, I smiled. "Guess, I'd better get the cake finished. We need to leave soon."

"Yeah," he griped, running hand through his hair. "Think I'm gonna take a quick shower, cool off a little."

I smiled wickedly, placing a hand on his chest. "Don't use all the cold water, baby."

Moaning, he covered my hand with his, stopping me from letting my fingers drift south. "You're a fucking tease, love, and tonight, I plan on making you pay for your teasing."

"Is that a promise?" I smirked.

"Count on it," he growled, pressing his lips against mine again.

Before I could get into the kiss, he pulled away from me, leaving me standing in the middle of the kitchen all alone. I huffed, but turned back to the cake. My husband accused me of being a tease, yet he was the one who left me standing in the middle of the kitchen, needing more. Pulling out a new butter-knife, I finished icing the cake, placing the lid back on top, and placing it on the dining room table next to my purse.

After cleaning the kitchen, I headed down the hallway, stopping just outside of the boys' room. Through the door, I could hear them laughing, and talking about needing more screws. For a split second, I contemplated opening the door and finding out for myself what they were up to, but knowing in my heart that they were both good boys, I let my hand drop from the door knob. "Boys, we leave in ten minutes. Get cleaned up and brush your hair," I called through the door.

"Okay," they hollered back.

When I walked into mine and Edward's bedroom, I saw his clothes laying on the bed, the ones he'd just taken off. Shaking my head, I gathered them up, dropping them into the hamper that sat just three feet away. I'd never understand how hard it was for him, or the boys for that matter, to place their dirty laundry someplace other than on the floor, or the bed in this case.

Moving over to the dresser, I began removing my jewelry, but paused when I shifted my eyes down and found our ultrasound pictures from the afternoon. Picking them up, I moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge, and stared at them. I'd been so nervous going into our appointment this morning. Seeing our baby on the screen, knowing that he or she was healthy, brought tears to my eyes. Watching Edward allow his emotions to show, caused me to smile. I'd always thought he was an amazing father to our sons, and I knew that regardless if we added another son, or had a daughter, our children would be loved equally by him.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Looking up, I noticed him standing in the door to the bathroom, towel hanging loosely around his hips, water droplets dripping down his bare chest. "Baby?"

"What?" I murmured, releasing the breath I'd been holding.

Crossing the room, Edward knelt in front of me, reaching up to brush the tears off my face. "Why are you crying?"

"I-I don't know," I admitted, sniffling back the last few tears.

He smiled, sliding his hand up my cheek, pushing my hair behind my hair. "Feeling a little overwhelmed, aren't you?" he whispered. I nodded. "Do you want to stay home tonight? We can order pizza and watch a movie?"

"No, I'm fine," I insisted, bringing my hand up to his chest. Yes, I felt my nearly naked husband up. "Besides, I've made that cake and we both know Charlie would be on our doorstep within twenty minutes of us not showing up, demanding that I turn it over to him."

Hanging his head, Edward chuckled, "You're right." He looked up at me. "But if you want to stay home, I'll fight off the old man."

Shaking my head, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Half an hour later, Edward parked behind Jasper's truck. The boys jumped out and ran into toward the house before Edward had even had a chance to shut off the engine. They were always so eager to go inside. Giggling to myself, I grabbed the cake from the backseat and slipped to the front of the car, grabbing Edward's hand as we made our way toward the house.

Walking into the house, we stopped dead in our tracks when we found everyone standing around the boys. Turning, they looked back at us, looks of shock and anticipation brewing. Rose, Alice, Esme, and Sue began squealing while Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, and Charlie smirking, proudly. Before either of us could speak, Esme broke away from the others, rushing over to me.

"Oh, Bella," she gushed, throwing her arms around me. "I can't believe it!"

"Can't believe what?" I wondered.

Throwing her head back, Esme laughed. "The baby! I can't believe you and Edward are going to have a baby."

My mouth fell open when I snapped my attention over to the boys. "You told them?"