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BPOV:
"Christ, Edward, is the thought of having kids with me that mortifying to you?"
His eyes tell me he doesn't realize I'm joking though by now, he should. Now that my heart isn't battering around in my chest from panic, I can appreciate how sweet he looks with his green eyes all wide and glassy, his chest heaving to catch his breath, and his arms wrapped around his ribcage that I worried Emmett was about to bust wide open right in front of us.
It may not be too bad to carry Edward's kid. His family is big and boisterous and so nice it might actually kill me. My parents raised me in a happy home, but everything was always done on such a small scale, I always wondered what it'd be like to have a big family.
Not to mention the smokin' hot DNA this family carries. Everyone's too pretty for words.
So, like, yeah. Someday I might be willing to trash this killer body to bear Edward's spawn.
But he's looking at me like he imagines it right now—my whole body blown up like a balloon with bags under my eyes while I build a human from scratch.
"Not at all," he finally responds, a little wistfully.
From the corner of my eye, I see Esme clasp her hand over her mouth in shock.
"Slow down there, lover boy. I just met your family; let's take a beat before we start planning our own."
When everyone laughs, it's the perfect moment to break the crazy heaviness that had settled over it, and I rush to his side, careful not to jostle him much when I slip my arms around his neck.
I'd have my tongue down his throat if it weren't for the little ones watching.
Instead, I lean up to line my mouth up with his ear.
"But there's nothing saying we can't get plenty of practice in before then."
He's sneaky as he grabs my ass, growling playfully in my ear.
"You're gonna be the death of me, I swear."
"Apparently, a marshmallow will beat me to the punch," I joke, because really? Of all things to choke on, a marshmallow?
Guys, I just love her. That is all. Hope you enjoyed the updates, have a nice day ;)
