Beta'd by the Wonderful Sunflower Fran. Any mistakes left are all mine!
Epilogue Part One
Five Years Later
Bella
I rush around our kitchen, making sure I have snacks and bottles in the diaper bag, along with Lizzie's favorite juice boxes. We're going to Carlisle and Esme's for a barbecue, it's late August so it's still hot in New York.
We now need more room than our Brooklyn condo can provide us. I'm pregnant with baby number three. This is all Edward's fault. For our anniversary he surprised me with a weeklong trip for two to Turks and Caicos. It was the longest I've ever been away from the kids. Anthony had been off the breast for a few months now, and Lizzie was such a big girl that I thought it was a great idea.
It was pure heaven, and we spent the entire trip in bliss, no work calls or emails for either one of us. Esme and Carlisle kept the kids, and we came up for air to call them every night.
"Happy five-year anniversary, Brat," Edward whispers against my lips.
We are dancing in our private villa at the Seven Stars Resort & Spa. A candlelight dinner is set up on the terrace overlooking the clear blue ocean. The cool summer breeze caresses our skin.
"Happy Anniversary, Asshole," I smile as he press his lips against mine.
He slides his tongue in my mouth, and I happily accept, moaning when it glides across mine in a sensual dance. His hands squeeze my ass while mine run through his wild hair that our children inherited.
Lizzie has both the color and texture, but Anthony is a brunette like me but with the wild consistency of Edward and Lizzie's.
Pulling me closer, he grinds his now hard cock against me. "God, I love you, Bella."
I look into his deep green eyes, and it amazes me how far we've come together, and I wouldn't change anything about the journey.
"I love you too, Edward." I kiss him again, but he pulls away, and I cock my eyebrow at him.
He never pushes me away.
"Patience, Brat," he says and then takes a small rectangular box out of his pocket.
He hands it to me, and I smile widely. "I thought the trip was my present."
"Can I not spoil my wife?" He teases bending down to kiss my nose.
I open the box to see a beautiful silver charm bracelet. Edward picks it up and starts telling me about each charm.
"This palm tree is for when I first saw you in Hawaii. This little cabin represents the tree house." He smiles as he kisses my lips. "The bells are for the day you made me the happiest man in the world, and this is for the day Lizzie was born." He holds up a silver pumpkin. "And this is for when Anthony was born," he says as he fingers a little basketball.
There's a story behind Anthony's charm.
Edward and Jasper were on their way to LA for Game seven of the NBA finals when I went into labor. One of Edward's clients had given him box tickets and I told him to go thinking I wouldn't go into labor until way after my due date. Unlike Lizzie, Anthony came a week early, and Edward missed game seven because I was in labor for three damn days. He was nothing like our first child.
I give him a teary-eyed smile as he put the bracelet around my wrist.
"I love it," I pull him to me ravishing his lips.
"Hmm, good. I'll add more charms as we have more babies." He pulls me into him kissing my neck.
"I think we are good with our two, for now," I smile palming his hard cock through his pants.
Picking me up, he walks us into the spacious living room laying me on the couch.
"Whatever you say, baby." His fingers teased my entrance finding me without underwear and soaking for him. "Someone's ready for my cock."
He pulls my dress over my head flinging it across the room. Edward's eyes roam my body hungrily, and I smile, knowing he still finds me attractive after five years of marriage.
And after five years, he's still the hottest old dude I've ever laid eyes on. Edward ravishes my entire body, leaving me needy for him as he devours my pussy like I was an open buffet.
When he enters me, his head is buried in my neck as I pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on me. His lips find mine in a slow but passionate kiss, his hands roam my body making me feel loved and treasured beyond belief.
Tears pool my eyes as he moves inside of me, our love surrounding us filling my chest to the point where I feel so consumed by our love.
"Bella," Edward whispers against my lips as he moves inside of me. "You're the love of my life, baby. I would be nothing without you …"
"Oh God!" I pull him closer kissing him as he hits a spot deep inside of me. "I love you, my sweet asshole."
We tried to partake in the festivities at the resort, but being without the kids for the first time in five years was like experiencing Christmas for the first time.
Here we are more than two months later, and I just found out I'm pregnant again.
Anthony is only thirteen months old, but we're happy about it. Of course, Edward, being his usual asshole self, was walking around screaming 'I still got it at forty.'
We are looking at houses not far from Carlisle and Esme in Massapequa. We feel it would be perfect for the kids to be close to one set of grandparents.
Jasper and Alice refuse to leave Brooklyn and are now pregnant with their second child. Her attitude is much better than it was with Amber.
I look at the time seeing that we are going to be late getting to Long Island for the barbecue.
"Edward, Lizzie, we need to leave now, I yell as I take Anthony out of his highchair.
"I'm ready!" Lizzie screams running into the kitchen.
I stare at my daughter with my mouth open. Her father was getting her ready, and it shows.
"Isn't it pwetty, Mommy?" She says as she twirls around in a circle.
Elizabeth Cullen is the splitting image of her father. There is a bit of me around her eyes, but that's it. She's wearing a bright yellow sundress that flares out at the bottom, and her bronze hair is in a messy ponytail, with a bright pink, polka-dot bow around it. To top it all off, she's wearing her favorite, bright pink rain boots, in August, on a very sunny day.
"Did Daddy let you pick out your clothes again?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yep!" She jumps up excitedly.
"All right, I'm ready." I look up to find my very hot husband strolling into the room.
He's wearing a black, short-sleeve shirt and jeans, his sunglasses sit on top of his messy head. He looks just fucking delicious, but that's not the point.
"Honey, why does Lizzie have on rain boots?" I ask sweetly as he walks over to me looking me up and down.
"She wanted to wear them, why?" He asks now standing in front of me.
"It's ninety degrees outside; don't you think she'll get a little hot? Not to mention they don't match her dress." I walk to the counter and zip up the diaper bag.
"Lizzie, go grab your sandals. We'll take them with us," he says to Lizzie who is busy twirling in a circle.
"No, Daddy! I want to wear my boots!" She stops and pouts at him.
That's another thing of mine she has.
The pout.
It worked on my dad, and it works on Edward every time.
"Okay, you don't have to. Now let's go before we're late!" Edward avoids eye contact with me as he takes Anthony out of my arms.
Once the kids are in the car, he pulls me into him kissing me as I stand on the passenger side.
"You know I can't say no to her," he says pleadingly.
I shake my head at him. "I never thought I'd see the day when my Asshole would be wrapped around a four-year-old's finger."
"You had me wrapped around yours from the second we met. No wonder our daughter has me pegged. She's learned from the best." He pecks my lips, and I get into the car.
The ride goes swiftly since there is no real traffic on a Saturday morning. Lizzie sits in the back humming to Anthony. My children love to sing, and it's all Edward's fault.
"Daddy, I want to sing!" Lizzie yells from her booster seat.
"Lizzie, that is not how we ask for something is it?" Edward asks her.
He's a pushover, but he's also stern when it comes to manners. I smile at him taking his hand, loving that he doesn't just let her demand things.
"Sorry, Daddy. May we please sing?" she asks sweetly.
Edward smirks through the rearview mirror and then starts barking out on of their favorites.
"I won't grow up!" Edward says.
"I won't grow up!" Lizzie follows her father and the entire song continues with him saying her repeating happily.
"I don't want to go to school.
Just to learn to be a parrot
And recite a silly rule."
Anthony squeals in delight, and I turn to see him clapping happily giving his father a happy smile.
"If growing up means that it will be,
beneath my dignity to climb a tree.
I'll never grow up
Never grow up
Never grow up
Not me, not I, not me, so there!"
At the end, everyone sticks their tongues out, and I shake my head. Anthony is practically bouncing out of his seat. His dark brown curly hair flopping all over his head.
Lizzie is cheering as if she's won the kid's lottery and Edward has a huge smile on his face. It's simple times like this that fill my heart with such love and unbelievable joy.
My phone rings and I look down to see it's my assistant. I press ignore, and continue enjoying the ride. She knows I don't like getting calls on Saturday; the weekends are my time with my family.
After Lizzie was born, I took three months off and was very close to not going back, but I had worked hard to graduate and get the job offer. I knew I wanted to work, but I also wanted to make sure Lizzie was well taken care of.
The first few months after I returned, Edward refused to even interview any nannies or look into daycare. He worked two or three days a week only going in when he had to, but he mostly worked from home with Lizzie on his hip.
He was so damn sexy taking care of our baby. It wasn't until Lizzie was six months that he even considered hiring a nanny and that was only because his company won a major account and the clients only wanted to work with him.
It was an incredibly, exhausting-ass process trying to find the perfect person and make sure they weren't crazy in any way. It was also hard to keep Edward from threatening anyone. He looked our final choice in the eye and said, 'if you do anything remotely out of line to my daughter, I'll kill you.'
She looked him straight in the eye, never wavering and said, 'good.' Hence how we found our perfect nanny: Kristen Howard. We call her Tin, because Lizzie couldn't say her name at first so it stuck. Tin was a midwife and nanny whose former family moved to California. She was a happy, forty-five-year-old lesbian who married her longtime partner last year.
My phone rings again, and I sigh out in frustration. Sometimes my assistant is the most annoying person I've ever met, but Amy has been with me faithfully since I took over Irina's job three years ago.
"Amy," I say coldly.
"I'm sorry, Bella! I know it's Saturday, but Mr. Miller keeps emailing that it's urgent he speaks to you about the contract," she prattles on without breathing.
"Amy, please inform Mr. Miller that I am not to be bothered on the weekends under any circumstances. It's a contract; I will look at it first thing Monday. Do you understand me?" I take a deep breath, and Edward takes me by the hand.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Lizzie says trying to get my attention.
"Mommy's on the phone, sweetie. Wait until she's done, please." Edward tells our impatient daughter.
"He won't take no for an answer Bella," she whispers defeated.
"It's either face him now or face me Monday, it's your decision, but I will not be speaking with Mr. Miller. Enjoy your weekend Amy." I hang up the phone.
Edward squeezes my hand. "You're so fu-uh… hot, baby." He catches himself before little ears hear his almost-foupoau.
One time Lizzie went around calling people assholes for a week. Totally my fault for saying it in front of a two-year-old.
"Mommy, are you okay?" Lizzie asks worriedly.
"I'm fine sweetie, why?" I turn to look at her.
"Daddy said you were hot! Are you getting sick? Do you have a fever?" she says worriedly.
I glare at my husband who is trying hard not to laugh.
"I'm fine, Daddy thought I was hot, but he's wrong," I smile at her, and she seems to relax.
"You're definitely hot to me," Edward whispers.
I roll my eyes ignoring him.
~FYR~
Lizzie rushes into her grandparent's backyard in a hurry. Edward carries Anthony in his arms, and I follow behind him. We enter to find Esme and Alice sitting in lounge chairs while Carlisle mans the grill. I look over at the tree house to find Jasper happily playing with Amber. I brace myself for what I know is going to be another day filled with fighting over the tree house.
"Nana, may I please see your thermometer," Lizzie asks Esme seriously.
"Oh darling, are you not feeling well?" Esme puts her hand to her little forehead.
"Lizzie, I told you I was fine," I say knowing the reason behind my daughter's demand.
"Sissy, what's the matter?" Alice jumps up rather quickly for someone six months pregnant.
"I want to check your tempature, Mommy," Lizzie says firmly giving me a harsh stare.
"Lizzie, if Mommy says she's fine." Esme tries to soothe her.
"But Daddy said Mommy was hot in the car, and Daddy is always right. I better check.
I take a seat glaring at my husband. He knows our daughter takes everything literally, and that you need to watch what you say around her.
He passes Anthony to Esme, who immediately starts playing with her grandson.
Edward bends down scooping Lizzie up in his arms. "Mommy's not sick, sweetie. I meant that Mommy looked very pretty, but sometimes people say hot to describe when a person is good looking."
"Are you sure she's not sick?"
"I'm sure. She's so pretty she's on fire," Edward says dramatically.
"Daddy, sometimes, you make no sense. I'm going to my tree house." She wiggles out of his arms, and he looks at her as if she's grown an extra head.
"Your tree house?" Edward's voice chokes a little.
"Yep! Grandpa said it's mine! Can I keep it, Daddy?" She pouts and I see the decision in his eyes before he says a word.
It's so sweet the way he loves that damn tree house, but if he had to lose it to one person, it would be the little redhead in front of him.
"Of course, now go kick Uncle Jasper's as-"
"Edward!" I say before he continues that sentence.
"EX-tremely happy self out of your tree house. Go have fun with Amber." Lizzie runs towards the structure.
"Uncle Jasper, Daddy said to get out of my tree house! It's only for Amber and me." Lizzie yells at her uncle.
We all laugh as Jasper reluctantly climbs down, looking thoroughly abashed.
Edward turns to Carlisle. "You gave away my tree house?" he says lifting his eyebrow with a small smirk on his face.
"I figured you wouldn't mind giving it up to her," Carlisle teases him.
"No, I don't, and as soon as Bella and I buy our house, I'm moving it and building a new one here. Jasper's lazy ass can help." He sits down next to me.
"I can help with what?" Jasper asks walking over to us. "Your kid just kicked me out, by the way. I wonder where she gets that shit from?" he says shaking his head.
"I told her to kick your ass out," Edward says glaring at his brother.
"Don't fucking start, you two! I don't feel like it." I growl pointing at the bickering brothers.
"What's got your panties in a bunch. You're only this sensitive when you're pregnant," Jasper says sitting next to Alice.
Alice turns to me squinting her eyes. "You're pregnant, again! You must not even be ten weeks yet! That's when you two felt it was safe to tell, which I do not understand, it's not like you've ever had a miscarriage."
I wince at my sister's harsh words. Edward pulls me closer to him kissing my temple.
"You okay?" he whispers so only I can hear him.
I shake my head, turning to smile at my sweet asshole. We did lose a baby once, but never shared it with our family. Lizzie was a little bit over a year old. I was only six weeks when I went to my appointment, and the doctor told us she couldn't find a heartbeat.
We were devastated, and when the baby passed on its own, I laid in bed for days crying. Edward had his parents watch Lizzie, and he never left my side. A year later, we were pregnant again with Anthony, and I had never been so afraid. I didn't breathe until after my first trimester, so frightened that I would lose him as well.
"Another grandbaby!" Esme says excitedly.
"Congratulations you two! I hope it's another boy. I love my girls, but they get into too much trouble," Carlisle says smiling widely.
It's true; Lizzie and Amber can find trouble anywhere. They're as close as Alice and me, and it warms my heart to see them together. They have weekly sleepovers alternating between our apartment and Alice and Jasper's. I have no idea what they are going to do when we move.
"Mom, we're going to meet with the realtor at four to look at that house around the corner. Can you watch the kids?" Edward asks Esme.
"Of course, the sooner you move, the happier we'll be to have two of our babies close. Now we just need you two to move." She looks over to Jasper and Alice.
"I'm sorry Esme, but I don't think we're moving to the island. I prefer Brooklyn or the city. I may be able to do Jersey," Alice says rubbing her large stomach.
"I don't know how you're such a city girl. You grew up in Forks." I shake my head at my sister.
"Exactly! I've had enough of small town living."
Carlisle walks over from the grill. "Food's ready. Girls, come eat!"
Lizzie and Amber carefully climb down and run towards us.
"Uncle Edward!" Amber screams as she throws herself onto his lap.
She's the spitting image of Alice, but with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"How's my girl doing? You ready for your little sister?" Edward asks as Lizzie plays with Anthony on Esme's lap.
"I'm trying," she pouts.
Amber is having a hard time accepting the baby. We're all trying to prepare her to be a big sister, but it's been to no avail.
"Don't forget the baby's going to need you. Look at Anthony and Lizzie, he needs his big sister to watch over him," Edward says pointing to our kids.
"I'm a great big sister aren't I Mommy?" Lizzie asks rubbing her nose to Anthony's.
He let's out a happy laugh pulling her face to his.
"You sure are baby and Amber will be too."
"I'll try," she says seriously.
Edward laughs as she gets down and goes over to Lizzie and Anthony. "Karma's a bitch," he whispers to Alice.
"What are you talking about?" She glares at him.
"I'm just saying how jealous you were of Bella and me all the time, and now look." He nods his head at Amber who is playing with Anthony too.
"I was a tad bit jealous because you stole sissy from me, but I came around. I knew you two were going to be together anyway, but once it happened it was like no one else existed." She pouts looking just like her daughter.
"They don't, it's just us five Cullens against the world." Edward leans over kissing me.
Carlisle walks over taking a seat. "Thanks, son, good to know where your mother and I stand."
"Don't take it personally, but they're my life," Edward says so sincerely that I just fall more in love with him at that very second.
"I can't fault you there, son," Carlisle smiles at him. "I never thought I'll see this day, but I'm glad I did!" He says excitedly.
"I hardly remember the old Edward," Esme says.
"Oh trust me he's still the same asshole, it's just buried down deep," I tell them all looking at my husband.
He pulls me close kissing my neck. "And don't you forget it, Brat."
~FYR~
Edward and I pull up in the long driveway next to the two-story brick house with black shutters, a small front porch, and a larger one on the side. The bushes are nicely trimmed in the manicured front yard.
I smile to myself; I can see our kids running around the front yard while Edward and I sit on the side porch.
Edward squeezes my hand as he cuts off the car. "Let's look at the inside before we buy the place," he says knowingly.
"Okay, but if the inside is as nice as the outside, I want it."
"Deal," he says kissing my hand.
God, I love my asshole.
Eleven Months Later
Edward
I change my six-month-old daughter's dirty diaper as she smiles at me all gums. I love when they are this fucking little and still smell like a baby no matter what.
Anthony is just getting through his terrible twos so he's no longer my baby. Now he's the crazy boy that goes limp in the middle of a grocery store because he can't have an orange right away.
Lizzie is no longer my sweet, redhead baby. Now she's the little girl that would rather get her nails done with Mommy and FaceTime her cousin on the iPad.
At least I still have the twins. Bella swore that after the twins had been born, she was done. We have a big house; we had to fill it up with Cullens.
Once I'm finished changing Emma, I put her little Fourth of July outfit back on and then go out to the barbecue. Bella and I decided to host the holiday at our house. Her parents are in town as well as Emmett, Rose, and their kids. With all the guests, our place is filled to capacity.
I walk in the backyard, which is a hectic combination of kids climbing the tree house or swimming in the pool, adults standing around talking, and our newest family member, Roscoe, running around barking at everyone. He's a black Labrador Retriever and his little ass barks at anyone that is not the kids or Bella, including me.
"Oh, give me my grandbaby!" Renee yells taking Emma out of my arms.
She kisses her beautiful auburn hair before she rushes away with my baby. Charlie is holding Ethan, proudly talking to him about the rules of baseball.
Bella comes to my side wearing a sexy-ass, red bikini, and damn she looks good enough to eat. She hands me a beer, her eyes are a little glossy, and I think my little wife is drunk. I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Don't judge me, Asshole, I'm pumping and dumping tonight!" she says excitedly.
I laugh because if anyone needs to let loose, it's my fucking wife. To call her supermom is an understatement. She's back to work full time after the twins, and still makes sure she's not disturbed evenings or weekends.
"I'm not judging, just don't get too drunk. You know I like you conscious, Brat." I pull her to me kissing her lips passionately.
Damn I want to kick everyone else out.
"That's how you got all these kids!" Emmett barks out at us from the grill.
"I would totally have four kids if I were married to Edward," Angela says looking over at me.
"Really? I'm sitting right here!" Her husband Ben says looking at his wife.
I crack up because over the years it's become a joke between all of us.
"Bella, I'm making us Margaritas as soon as Esme and Carlisle take the kids," Rose says downing her beer.
I look to Bella. "Mom and Dad are taking the kids?"
"Yes, and my parents too. It's just going to be us young folk … well and you," she teases me about my age.
"Yeah, I wasn't that old when I knocked you up with twins was I?" I lean down kissing her neck causing her to moan in pleasure.
"Edward, I want to discuss the prime real estate I found in Queens. Perfect for a Subway," Aro says interrupting my wife and me.
"Honey, I'm sure Edward would rather not talk about Subways today." His new girlfriend, Holly says.
Aro and Tanya were married a year after Bella and me and divorced last year. They have a son, AJ who is currently running around with Roscoe and Anthony. His new girlfriend is totally likable and normal, but Tanya is still family so what can we do about it but ignore her.
Over the years, Aro has become one of my closest friends but I'm still not buying a fucking Subway, and he knows it. He's in town visiting Holly who happens to work for me. She was the creative director on his account, and I guess sparks flew. Shocked the hell out of me.
"Aro, I don't need a Subway. I have the agency, a wife, and four kids, I'm plenty busy." I tell him sipping my beer.
"One day you will see what a good investment it is," he says pointing at me.
"He's never going to listen, Aro. He's stubborn to the core," Bella says wrapping her arms around my waist.
"And you love it, Brat." I kiss her forehead.
"I do, Asshole," she purrs all sexy-like.
We all walk down to where most of the adults are gathered. Bella sits on my lap, and I kiss her bare shoulder wanting nothing more than to be alone with my wife.
Jasper comes down from the tree house, and I give his ass a hard glare.
"What? You moved it here, and I still can't go in it?" he asks.
"No, you can't. You didn't help build it." I point at his lazy ass.
"I told you I'm going to help with the new one at Mom and Dad's. When are you starting?" he asks seriously.
"In a few weeks, so I can be done before the weather gets too cold. You're going to help?" I look over at his ass.
"He said he was; why do you have to hold not helping you against him. He was nine, Edward," Alice says sitting down with their daughter, Cameron in her arms.
Cameron has dark hair and dark eyes like Alice. Amber is still a little jealous but she's sort of accepted the fact that she has a little sister. Now if they have more kids I don't know how they're going to handle Amber as well as a very spoiled Cameron.
"Okay, fine, I'm the bad guy all these years. I'm going to give him a chance to build the new one with me." I sip the rest of my beer pulling my wife closer to me on my lap.
"Look who's being nice," Bella says kissing my lips.
"I try, but you know his lazy ass is not going to do it." I look over at my brother, I love him, but his ass is not building that tree house.
"He may surprise you," Bella says.
I laugh, because I seriously doubt it. I lay back enjoying my wife in my arms, and seeing my kids run around happy and free.
Life is good.
A/N: Alright! That's part one, part two will post near end of the month. It's already written so don't fret! This is so sad! I love these two and their life is so full of love and hot sex! Thanks for sticking with me this year girls! You all are freaking AWESESOME!
