Hi Loves, sorry about the delay of this chapter. For some reason, it had gotten deleted out of my master doc and no amount of recovery could make it come back, so this had to be re-written when I had the time this week.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Edward

May 28, 2024

London, England

"Maybe I should call them."

I glance at Bella, who is fiddling with her phone. We're moments from pulling into Kings Cross in London, and Bella hasn't stopped worrying since we left.

"Babe, we saw them—" I look at my watch. "Forty-three minutes ago. They are fine."

Bella's eyes travel to me from outside the window.

"I know but…" She lets out a long sigh. "Why am I freaking out?"

I pull an arm around her shoulders, and she sinks into me. "Because you're a good mom," I say, kissing her head. She grunts.

"Damn Spawn turned me soft." She sniffs, and I wonder if she's quietly crying. I press another kiss to her head.

"We'll call them at the hotel," I say gently. "And in the meantime, can we just take a minute to appreciate our friends?"

She looks up at me, nodding. "I know. I'd never do this for anyone else," she jokes, sitting up and wiping at her eyes. I snort.

"You would, though pre Birdy it might have looked a little different."

Bella almost grins.

"No one would have been dumb enough to leave me with their kids."

I laugh. "And how right they would have been, back then."

She snorts in agreement, and outside I see the station start to appear around us.

"I think we're here," I tell her. She looks outside the window and lets out a long breath.

"Okay," she says, and I get the sense she's not talking to me. "You're going to be fine, and you're going to have a dope night getting railed by your super hot baby daddy. Relax."

I'm not sure if I'm meant to hear her mini rant, but I can't help but bark out a laugh.

"Baby Daddy? Is that all I am to you now?"

Bella turns to look at me, smirking as she bends to pick up her purse. "It's your hottest trait right now, embrace it."

I shake my head as I stand, reaching up to retrieve our bags. The train pulls to a heavy stop and we make our way to the end of the carriage.

The station is as busy as it always is when we disembark from the train onto the platform. I reach out, and Bella laces her fingers through mine as we make our way out of the station.

Our hotel is just outside of King's Cross Station, and though the walk is short, it's full of sights of London's busy day-to-day life.

We make it to the hotel, and on the outside, it doesn't look like much, but inside it's bright and colorful and artfully designed.

Having been the one to set up the hotel, Jess had gone and checked in this morning for us, meaning we get to skip the reception and head straight up to our room.

It's located on the eighth floor, and both Bella and I gasp when the door opens. Our friends have chipped in and gotten us a terrace room with a spectacular view of London.

"No fucking way," Bella moans, rushing into the room. I let the door shut behind us as we both start exploring. "Babe! Look at this bed! It's fucking massive!"

I look toward her, letting out a long breath when I see the king-sized bed. We've been sharing a full in our flat, and while it's not that bad because Bella is small, it'll be nice to not have my feet hang off the end for a night.

"Fuck! Babe! Look at this!"

I turn to see Bella stepping out to the balcony. I move to follow her and see a sleek bathtub outside with views of the city.

Bella climbs into the tub immediately and looks up at me as she leans back.

"What a great place to fuck," she sighs, her eyes taking in the view. I nod in agreement. It's been a while since we were fucked outdoors. Well over a year and a half now, since the last time we'd done it was when Emmett had tried to take us all on a hike. Bella had had a fucking machete next to us, but as our friends were happy to point out to us later, we would have never needed it. Apparently, we were loud enough to scare off everything a mile around us.

We'd been banned from group hikes after that.

I look at my wife, who has a mischievous look on her face, and I just know she's thinking about the same fucking thing. Her eyes shift, her gaze meeting mine, and she smirks.

"We should totally go hiking again," she says sitting up. I snort and help her out of the tub, yanking her into my arms.

"Abso-fucking-lutely."