15. Epilogue
"…And that's the story of how I fell in love with your dad."
Bella smiled at the sleeping children, their cherubic faces peaceful and content. The twins were as close as they were competitive, and the house usually rang with sounds of two high spirited kids screaming, laughing, playing, or singing together… the rare blissful quiet of that moment was just as precious as the identical smiles of contentment that curved their lips in sleep.
Careful not to disturb them, she stood, paused to make sure neither of them stirred, then tip-toed out into the hallway, closing the door with almost exaggerated care. She waited another long moment, then relaxed with a long sigh, and turned… only to squeak loudly and jump about five feet in the air.
"Edward!" she hissed, holding out a hand while she made sure the room behind her remained quiet. Turning back to her grinning husband, she frowned. "What were you trying to do, give me a heart attack? Geez!"
Edward laughed softly, leading her away from the silent zone. Once they were safely inside their bedroom, he tugged her close for a kiss. Bella loved kissing Edward; in fact it was one of her favourite things to do. It got a bit difficult when he kept grinning, though.
"What?" she asked suspiciously.
"Is that how we fell in love, Bella?" he asked, eyes dancing with mirth.
She tipped her head to the side, lips quirking. "Well, they wanted the story, and I couldn't exactly tell them I gave you an almost-handjob the first time I met you!"
"Or that you waxed my ass," he supplied.
"Or anything to do with Houdicki… hey wait, are you making fun of me?" she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.
"Not at all, cupcake," he pecked her nose. "I'm actually impressed at how you managed to take our story and give it a spin Disney would be proud of. The only thing missing was a sparkly unicorn in a pink spangled tutu."
She looked at him blankly for a beat, before nodding slowly. "You're right. That would have been awesome! They are into sparkly things, unicorns are basically prancing rainbows, and everyone loves rainbows, right?"
"Especially our kids," he agreed, puffing up with pride at the thought of his son and daughter.
"Don't hold it against me if they want one as a pet, though," she warned. "They'll think you're a poor sort of animal doc if you can't get them all the cool ones to play with."
Edward scoffed. "They think I'm the coolest dad ever. I'm not going to let some silly sparkly unicorns get in the way of that."
"Really? What would you do? Hypothetically, of course," Bella asked, rubbing up and down his chest, popping a few buttons open. With a hum of appreciation, she leaned in to nip at his stubbly jaw.
Edward stroked her sides, fingers seeking out the skin beneath her soft t-shirt. "Dunno. Probably clip on some of those colorful hair extensions you have at the salon onto Scamper's tail." He pulled her even closer, kissing up the side of her neck.
"Oooh," Bella said, arching to give him better access. "Yes, that'd work. The kids would totally believe Scamp's a unicorn." She snorted a laugh, then moaned when he sucked on her lobe.
"We have the best dog," he agreed. "And the best kids."
"Gullible, too," she snickered, pushing off his shirt.
"Mother of the year, right here," he joked, smacking her ass. "Feeding them lies about our story, letting them believe the dog is a unicorn…"
"Hey, I'll have you know unicorns are pretty legit. National animal of Scotland. Bet you didn't know that," she muttered in between kisses scattered across his torso.
"You into mythical creatures too, love?" he asked, helping her out of her t-shirt. He fondled her bare breasts, dropping appreciative kisses at the tips. That shut them both up for a bit, their bodies tuning into the unspoken language of desire. The frenzy heightened once their clothes were out of the way, and they could freely touch and caress their favourite parts of each other. The need built up, till they were fairly trembling with the intensity of it.
Edward smoothed his hands over her face and dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead before sweeping her up in his arms and laying her on the bed. It was as he was poised to enter her that he suddenly paused, quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Say our story was a fairytale…"
"It is, it is the best fairytale and you better not leave me hanging here," she gasped, wriggling and arching to get him closer.
He kissed her swift and deep, moving his hips so his cock stroked right over her clit.
"Edward!" she whined, equal parts frustrated and turned on by his teasing.
"So in this fairytale of ours," he continued, swiveling his hips just so, "Was I your knight? Did I slay all the dragons?"
She laughed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him hovering over her, the flexed muscles of his biceps, the way his skin felt moving against hers… "Sure, you defeated dicks everywhere to win my hand!"
"Or pussy," he interjected.
Bella rolled her eyes. "Just when it was getting romantic..."
"I'll show you romance," he muttered, finally sinking into her welcoming heat. He pulled out and angled it in just so... "So, whats our story called anyway? Does it have a name? A title?"
"TMD," she whispered, closing her eyes in pleasure.
He cocked his head to the side, watching closely as the movement of his hips built up a wave of pleasure deep inside her. Her rapidly spreading flush, the tautness of her nipples, the way her hips undulated… he loved watching her stripped down to nothing but need and want. "TMD?" he panted, "What's that? 'The Mating Dance'? Oh, I know… 'This Man's Divine'."
Bella gave a half laugh, which turned to a moan as he tugged on her nipples with his teeth. "Nope, but all good guesses."
He kissed her. "Ok, how about 'The Magical Doc'. Or 'The Most Doable'."
She winked at him. "You got a word or two right, there."
He kissed and sucked on her neck, never slowing his thrusts. "The… Monkey Dong?" he whispered into her ear, making her squirm and laugh even harder. They both gasped at the way her muscles contracted around him.
"Well, you got one word correct already."
"The?" he asked.
She nodded. "And let's say you were really close with another word," she reached down to where his cock was moving in and out of her, making him gasp as she stroked the base.
A dawning understanding lit up his face. "The Magic Dick? That's it, isn't it?"
She grinned up at him. "Well, before you came along, it was just a case of 'Too Many Douchebags', and you know how I thought I should be looking for a big dick, but that was just… 'Too Much Dick'. But with you… yeah, I definitely got the Magic Dick. It was the perfect one… the best fit, the best person, the best sex…"
He pecked her lips appreciatively. "Stop before my ego explodes. But I like the idea that I gave you a fairy tale... kind of like goldilocks, ya know? Mine was just right." He winked, then paused and narrowed his eyes at her. "Hey is that why Alice calls me Magic?"
Bella smirked and tried really hard not to laugh. "Well yeah, it was more about the way your dick can just grow out of nowhere like magic… but anyway, your dick wasn't the most important reason we're together."
He pretended to be affronted, pouting and hiding his face in her cleavage, a most generous gift of motherhood.
"You dufus," she laughed. "Much as I love him, Houdicki really isn't the most important part of you… and despite all the awesome sex, it was hardly what drew me to you. Your heart, your compassion, they way I can be myself around you, the way you make me want to be the best version of myself… that's what made me get closer to you, that's what made me fall in love with you."
He tried to hide his blush, but failed. Most days he was a capable, rugged man who could wrestle spitting cats and rabid dogs into submission. Then there were sudden moments of vulnerability that brought back memories of the unsure man who had first walked into her salon all those years ago. She kissed him long and deep, stroking through his hair just the way they both liked it.
When they came up for air, he smirked at her. "That was very 'Taste My Desire'."
"Not the best title, you know," she countered. "Very blowjob-sy."
"That would be Tongue My Dick," he said thoughtfully, slowing his rhythm, much to her displeasure.
"Too Many Distractions," she complained, pushing him deeper with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Talk Me Dirty," he winked salaciously, his thrusts punctuated by the squelching sounds of great sex.
"The Mad Doctor," she countered, nipping at his lips.
They lost all ability to form actual words soon after that, chasing the tantalizing peaks of physical pleasure till they both hurtled off the edge of reality. Grunts and gasps and moans overlaid the rustling of sheets, occasional thump of a falling pillow or creak of the bed frame. It was a while later that they floated back to earth, barely coherent but gripping each other close.
"I love you, Bella," Edward whispered softly, hugging her close and pecking her lips tenderly to punctuate the words. "Truly, Madly, Deeply."
A/N: That's all, folks! This has been a blast to write, especially since I had no idea I had it in me. Thanks to Maggie and Chrissie again, for inspiring me. Thanks to every one of you for reading it!
Before I forget, the VPL line from ch 14 was inspired by a hilarious thread on a facebook page, where someone had posted a pic of this really hot guy, with ridiculously bunched pants. Nope, I'm not that brilliant.
I'll be back in Jan with a new story. I had posted the first 4 chapters in the Babies at the Border compilation, and it's different from my usual, so let's see how that goes.
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and a very happy new year!