Morning! Thank God it's the weekend!

Edward Cullen

For so many years I was bitter and torn over Jasper. He had been my younger brother, the thorn in my side, and the boy who had gotten away with everything while I had to push myself to be the future Lord.

I watched him flaunt himself about the women, come home drunk on numerous occasions, and heard the arguments between my parents because of him.

I had to sit back and watch him celebrate his young, free life on the day of my wedding to Sarah; a union that had not been filled with love or joy. It had been a union of fondness, I agree, but it was for business and to better oneself, not for love.

Now? Now everything had changed.

I was deeply in love with Isabella, had two wonderful children and Charles, of course, in my life, and I had just watched my baby brother marry the love of his life.

Alice had insisted on keeping the ceremony itself small and intimate, only wishing for family to be there. The reception had not been much larger. Alexandrina could not be there, but Albert had come, and a few other dignitaries, but for the most part, it was only family and close friends.

Charlotte had made a beautiful flower girl while the two boys were pageboys, and my beautiful wife was matron of honor.

As a man I should not admit it, but I did shed a tear when Alice and Jasper declared their love. I was pleased to say that I was proud of him, so proud. He had come a long way in the last year, and I knew now that he would make an amazing husband and father.

"Edward? Now that Alice and Jasper have left for Bath, and Albert is settled in for the night, should we make our way to bed also? It has been a long day and I feel exhausted," Isabella asked quietly, and I could not help but smile.

Just the other day she had refused to wear a corset again until the babe had been born and when she had come to bed, I saw the first signs that my child was being nurtured by her from within.

She had a small bump on her abdomen now, and I could not stop myself from touching it.

Although Sarah had been an amazing mother, she had been loathed to let me touch her at all while she was carrying Charlotte or Henry, but Isabella was the exact opposite.

She welcomed my touch and my talking to the babe.

"Of course. Would you like me to rub your feet when we get to bed?" I asked knowing that her feet must have been aching from standing all day.

"I would love it, but I might find it hard to stay awake," she replied with a grin.

We thanked the staff for everything that they had done today as they were clearing up, and then said goodnight to my parents who were sitting by the fire in the study.

The look on my mother's face was one of pure joy, and I knew it was because both of her sons were truly happy with their lives.

…

"I cannot believe how much produce we have already, it is amazing!" Isabella gushed over her cup of tea in the small kitchen of the farmhouse.

We had not seen Rosalie nor Emmett since the wedding two weeks prior, and Emmett had just informed us that there was so many onions, beets, and asparagus that he was worried that they would not be able to get it all to town before it spoiled.

"Why don't you see if the villagers can use the spare or the ones that will not be accepted in town? You could ask a few of the ladies from town if they would not mind helping prepare the food. Perhaps make some preserves and stews for the families that do not have the money?" I suggested, and the table grew quiet.

"I think that is an excellent idea, Edward," Rosalie beamed from the table before going to get some paper and a pencil. "We could get a group of us together and make a team of it." She grinned, but Emmett looked concerned.

Rosalie was only a few short weeks away from having their baby, and I knew that Emmett was concerned about how much she would be taking on.

"Rosalie, the baby?" he asked.

"It is fine, Emmett, I will not do much, and I will make sure that Isabella does no more than me, that is why I thought of making a team of it." She laughed, and Emmett seemed to relax a little.

We left them soon enough, and on the way home, Isabella was in her own world again, no doubt thinking about how she could help the villagers.

"I think I should talk to Carlisle about how we can do this. I know that this should be a business, but I am sure that he will come up with some ideas of his own," she mused, and as I thought, Father loved the idea when he heard it.

He agreed that the markets in town would only sell the best produce, so anything that was sub-par, we could keep and sell at a much lower price in our village, giving at least ten percent of the stock to the families that could not afford to buy or grow their own.

Isabella was gleaming by the time we went to bed that night and I was glad that she had found something to concentrate on.

I knew that it had been hard for her to not be at the farm daily and that she had been missing it, but she had pushed herself into being a full time mother and had left her trust in Emmett to do all of the farm's work.

Now that she had this focus, I hoped that she would rest a little more.

"Splendid, absolutely splendid!" Father cried at breakfast that morning as he read a letter at the table. Mother was beside herself with anticipation while the rest of us looked on in amusement.

Alice and Jasper had just returned from Bath and were with us also, so we were all shocked when Father jumped up from the table and hugged Isabella before hugging me also.

"You, Isabella, are going to be the talk of the town." He grinned, and then passed her the letter he had been holding.

From what I could see the letter was from Alexandrina, but that was all.

"I have a Royal warrant, what is that?" she asked, mumbling as she read.

"Your jams and preserves have been served in the royal household and Alexandrina's head staff have agreed to give the food a royal warrant, which means that all who buy it from the shops will know that it is being served to the Queen," Father explained with a wide grin, and I matched his enthusiasm.

"But I only gave her four jars, the ones I had left. I did not expect it to go to the shops," she stuttered.

"It will not go to the shops until next year, when the next harvest is through, but this is a huge moment for you, Isabella. It is unheard of for a woman, no matter her station, to produce something that is served to royalty." Father beamed.

"But that is only because she is family," Isabella smiled weakly back at him.

"No, it is not. Alexandrina does not make those decisions. It is down to the quality of the produce," I added, hugging Isabella close to me as the children and the others clapped and laughed.

"I cannot believe it. What do we do, Carlisle?" she stammered again.

"We have to agree to their terms of quality and accept the seal. Once we have done that, we have to get planning, Isabella. I do not wish to make this business large, but to keep it at the farm. However, we will have to secure some land to start building somewhere to make the produce. You cannot make it in the small kitchen, that is for sure," Father said with a large grin.

"Why not? Would it not make better sense to make high quality produce aimed at the working woman in small batches, than to mass produce something? Make it highly desirable and have people climbing over to get it, because of the quality rather than the quantity?" Jasper added. I was in agreement with him.

"Yes, I think that would be better. It would not take much to build a small kitchen on the farm, and we could hire a small workforce of ladies from the village to help make the jams and preserves with Isabella's recipes," I added.

By the end of the day, Isabella was walking around the house with a permanent smile on her face, her hand on her belly, and looking radiant as ever.

…

Isabella Cullen

I was woken up by Betsy, and I was a little disorientated because it was still dark outside.

"It is Emmett, Miss Bella. He has sent for you as Miss Rosalie's labor has started and she is asking for you," Betsy whispered, and I could not stop the grin from forming.

"I will wake Edward and be ready in a moment, please have the carriage ready," I whispered back, and with a quick nod, she was gone.

It did not take us long to get to the farmhouse. Emmett was pacing up and down the path when the carriage came to a stop.

"She will not let me in the room with her, and Mrs. Cope has threatened to stick me with a poker if I knock on the door again," he huffed, but I could see the worry on his face.

"Do not worry, Emmett. It is a man's place to be out here and not with their women. We have enough to be getting on with and do not have the time to consider the feelings of our husbands at such a time," I joked, and then gave Edward a small kiss before making my way into the house.

I found Rosalie in her bedroom, pacing around the floor, and moaning that she hated all things. She looked to be in so much pain that worry set in with knowing that I too would be going through this in the near future.

However, Rosalie needed me, and I had to put my own fears aside until afterward.

"Mrs. Cope, how is she?" I asked, pulling the large woolen shawl from my shoulders and putting it down on the chair.

"She is in the later stages and is quite close, but she is refusing to get into the bed until she is sure that she is ready to push," the midwife laughed in reply and Rosalie just snorted.

"Rosalie McCarty, do not take that tone with us," I growled, but smiled when she just laughed.

"You would think that after putting up with Emmett and working on the land, I could cope with this, but it is too painful," she replied, her laughter dying down to a low moan.

Two hours later, Rosalie gave birth to a strapping baby boy. We all had a good cry and a cuddle before I left them in the room and let Emmett go and see his son for the first time.

"How is she?" Edward asked as Mrs. Cope handed us a cup of tea each in the sitting room.

"Amazing. She did very well, and the boy is just like his father." I smiled and fought back the tears.

It was so emotional to see a woman hold her baby for the first time, and as much as I was scared to go through it myself, I could not wait.

A further hour later and Emmett came into the room, holding the baby with a very large, proud smile on his face. We were quick to stand and go over to him.

"Congratulations, Emmett. I am sure that Mother and Father will want to hold a party in his honor when Rosalie is well enough," Edward said tearfully when Emmett handed him the baby.

Oh, Heavens!

He looked so beautiful holding a babe in his arms.

"Have you decided on a name?" I asked.

"We have. I'm pleased to introduce you to William Charles McCarty," Emmett said proudly, and I was choked with happy emotions.

I miss having babies in the house. My youngest is 18 now. **sniffs**