Beta'd by the Wonderful Sunflower Fran. Any mistakes left are all mine!
Epilogue Part 2
Edward
One Month later
I finish with the frame of the new tree house for my parent's back yard, all I need to add now are the walls and floor. It's bigger than the one I built all those years ago because they currently have six grandkids, and you never know how many more may still come.
I honestly think Bella and I are done; I'm forty-two years old. If I have another baby in a few years, I'm going to be one of those 'grandpa dads.' I like being able to run around with the kids and play in their tree house with them.
Yes, their tree house, not mine. I had to change it from Lizzie's tree house because she was getting a bit possessive of it and not wanting Anthony to play in it. She only wanted her and Amber there. So it became the kid's tree house and not just Lizzie's.
"Looks good!" Dad calls from below. "No word from your brother?" he asks, and I roll my fucking eyes.
I've been working on the new tree house alone for a week. Jasper did a big show of going to Home Depot with me and buying all the damn supplies. We even built the stairs together and then I never saw him again.
Throughout the week, I've given him slack because I'm not really going into the office unless needed so I have free time. Our nanny, Tin, has the summer off and is on vacation with her wife. So I'm on Daddy duty all summer. I love staying home with the kids.
Both Mom and Dad love it because they follow us everywhere, able to spend time with their grandbabies. We even go get Amber and Cameron a lot so they can be with the kids too.
"Dad, call him again! He said he was going to fucking help." I bark out hammering down the last of the floorboards.
"You know your brother, something must've come up." Dad defends his ass.
My phone rings and I pull it out of the back pocket of my jeans and put it on speaker so I can continue working.
"Where the fuck are you?" I bark out.
"I'm sorry! The kids were going crazy, and I couldn't leave Ali. I'll be there tomorrow." Jasper says from the other side of the phone.
"Bring her and the kids, you all can stay at my house." I breathe in slowly trying not to judge him.
"Okay, see you tomorrow, bright and early!" I hang up the phone and look at Dad. "You really think he's going to show?"
"I love your brother, you know I do, but don't' hold your breath!" He laughs shaking his head.
I continue to work for a few more hours until Mom comes home from visiting my house.
"You better get home soon; it's a madhouse over there." She says shaking her head.
I climb down kissing her cheek. "It's always a madhouse with my family." I sigh stretching my muscles.
Shit hurts everywhere. But despite my pain, I smile widely thinking of my family. The kids and Bella are everything to me. Without them, I would probably just be an unhappy asshole.
"Edward, I'm so proud of the man you've become," my mother says patting my cheek.
"I think you're just happy with all the grandbabies," I tease her as we walk back into the house.
"Well, you and Jasper do give me the prettiest grandbabies ever!" She laughs.
I leave my parent's house, rushing home to try to have dinner with Bella and the kids. Pulling up to the driveway, I smile at the toys in the yard. My grass is a little overgrown; I'll have to cut it soon. Yeah, I'm that guy; the one who mows his own lawn and has toys everywhere.
I walk into the house that is a mess … filled with toys and clothes. I'll clean up tomorrow so that Bella won't have to do it.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Roscoe comes running up barking his ass off at me.
"Cut that shit out!" I yell at him.
This is my damn house, and I will not be barked at by a little shit like him.
"Ruff!" He pipes up following behind me.
"You want to be homeless? That can be arranged." I practically growl.
He gets the picture and runs off whining. I walk into the kitchen to find my beautiful wife at the end of her nerves.
Anthony is on the floor throwing a tantrum. "I don't want bussel spots! Me don't like em!" he repeatedly yells as he kicks his legs like a mad man.
His beautiful brown hair, which he inherited from his mother, is all over his head as he pounds his little fist on the linoleum.
Bella has Emma in her arms putting her in her baby swing as Ethan sits in his high chair crying too. Lizzie sits in her chair pouting about something.
"Anthony! Off the floor now and eat two Brussels sprouts!" I demand as I wait for him.
He looks up at me and immediately stands, climbing back into his booster seat.
"Hello, beautiful." I kiss my wife's lips as she walks back to the table. "What's wrong with the twins and Lizzie?"
"The twins are just tired and need to be put to bed. Lizzie is upset because I won't let her FaceTime with Amber while she's supposed to be eating dinner." Bella says frustrated, and I can tell she needs a break.
I go over and take Ethan out of his highchair and then turn to my wife. "Go upstairs and relax, baby, I got this."
"Are you sure?" she asks hopefully.
"Of course, go." I kiss her lips once again before she leaves us alone.
I turn to Anthony who is just staring at his plate. "Eat, just two of them and then the rest of your food. Thank you." Turning to Lizzie. "Finish your dinner, Amber will be here tomorrow so stop pouting."
"Yay!" she says as she starts eating with gusto.
I sit Ethan down in his swing next to Emma, who is already sleeping. I love these fucking rockers, knocks them out cold every time.
Bella comes back down looking freshly showered and energized. Everyone is finished with dinner so she starts ushering Anthony and Lizzie to get ready for bed. I clean the kitchen and load the dishwasher before I make my own plate.
I'm finishing my meal of grilled chicken breast, mashed potatoes, and Brussels sprouts. Bella has learned to cook over the years. She said she didn't want her babies starving or surviving on take-out food every night.
I'm down to my last bite when she wraps her arms around my waist sighing. "I love you, sweet asshole."
"I love you, too, Brat. I also love your bussel spots," I say putting the last one in my mouth.
We both laugh quietly trying not to wake up the twins who are still swinging away. I turn around wrapping my arms around her waist as my lips find hers, and we kiss passionately enjoying each other.
Her tongue meets mine, and I let out a primal growl wanting nothing more than to take her on the kitchen island.
Squeezing her ass, I start kissing down her neck. "Grab a baby and then I want you in bed, naked."
"First, you need to go kiss Lizzie and Anthony, they're both watching a video waiting for you to finish eating." She walks away going over to take Ethan out of his rocker.
I follow behind her taking Emma in my arms, careful not to wake her. Once we are in the nursery, I change her diaper while Bella changes Ethan's.
"So Jasper was a no-show, again?" She asks smirking at me.
"Yeah, another excuse, but he said tomorrow he's coming bright and early. I told him to bring Ali and the kids." I take the onesie off Emma putting on the fresh one that Bella hands me.
"Oh good, I miss not seeing Alice every weekend." She lifts Ethan and puts him down in his crib.
I do the same with Emma. They both start fussing a little so we put their pacifiers in their mouths. They seem to love them, which is weird because Anthony hated his and Lizzie used hers for a few months but then spit it out.
We both tiptoe out as Bella turns on the baby monitor and then closes the door. I pull her to me taking hold of that delectable ass that has only gotten better over the years.
"I want you naked in ten minutes," I whisper against her lips.
She smiles and hurries off as I go to the kid's room. I enter right when Officer Hops and Nick Wilde find the missing animals in Zootopia.
"Okay, Daddy's here for some goodnight kisses." I pick up the remote turning everything off.
Anthony rushes to me, and I pick him up one handed. He giggles as I pretend to lift him like a weight in spite of my sore muscles.
He laughs as Lizzie climbs into her bed. I put him in his new, big boy bed. He's had it for a few months now and loves it.
"Me waited for you, Daddy!" he says letting out a big yawn.
"We did and now can you read the Butter Battle book?" Lizzie asks excitedly passing me the book.
Damn, this book is long! I let out a sigh before I tuck everyone in and then sit down in the chair between their two beds. I start reading, my mind wandering to my naked wife in the other room. I force myself not to speed read, I can't rush these moments with them. No matter how much I want to.
I'm half way through the book when I hear snores all around me, and I quickly make my move to leave. I kiss their foreheads, stroking their hair before I close the door behind me.
Walking into my room, I find Bella lying naked on our bed, fast asleep. I rush into the bathroom taking a quick shower. When I'm out, I dry off before I slide into bed next to her.
My lips worship her body trying to wake her. She rolls over on her back wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Mmmhmm, Asshole, is that you?" she teases.
"The one and only, Brat." I take a nipple into my mouth sucking it lovingly.
She arches her back as my hands travel down her body, caressing every curve that has been added to her small frame from having our children. My fingers find her wet and ready while my mouth kisses a trail to the other plump breast.
I'm careful not to suck too hard; I've had my fair share of breast milk over the years. Fingers run through my hair, pulling me closer as my fingers move inside of her.
"Yes!" she calls out arching her back as I hit a spot deep inside.
My lips travel down her stomach, kissing and licking every inch. Her body is still amazing after all these years.
I immediately wrap my lips around her clit sucking hard as my fingers continue moving inside.
"Oh, God, Edward!" I hook my finger causing her to come hard.
I swear she's so fucking sensitive now, and I love every second of it. Licking up her center, I enjoy the taste of her on my tongue as she whimpers my name over and over.
I crawl up her body, hooking one of her legs over my arm as I slide home. My head falls against hers, and our eyes lock. I smile at the love of my life; it's because of her I have a life that is so full.
We move as one, the feeling of utter completeness surrounding me as I bring my wife to ecstasy. I fall asleep with her in my arms and a happy content smile on my face.
~FYR~
I wake to a hard body plopping down on my chest. "Ugh!" I moan as I open my eyes to red hair blinding me.
"We want Daddy pancakes!" Lizzie yells as she gets comfortable in our bed.
Anthony is on top of Bella practically bouncing. I can hear the twins through the baby monitor squealing in joy as if they understand what their brother and sister are saying.
I stand up in my boxers; both Bella and I learned years ago to get dressed after we make love because little ones always climb into our bed in the morning.
"Me want cakes, Daddy!" Anthony yells at me.
"Coming right up, little man!" I tell him running my fingers through his hair.
I bend down and kiss Bella's pouty lips.
"I want cakes too, Daddy," she teases.
The morning is spent eating breakfast as a family. It's total chaos, and I love every second of it, as I sit next to Bella rubbing her thigh. She feeds the twins their baby food while Anthony stuffs his face full of pancakes, Lizzie eats her blueberries, bouncing because she can't wait to see her cousin.
By the time Jasper and Alice arrive with their kids, I'm ready to get started on the new tree house.
Jasper works for about two hours straight, and to be honest, I'm really fucking impressed. But eventually, he makes up an excuse to go check on Alice and the kids, and I never see him again the rest of the day.
I finally finish the project myself with Dad's help. I try really fucking hard not to be a Mr. Grumpy Gills and hold it against Jasper, but he is a lazy motherfucker!
Excuse my language; I have watched too many kid's movies.
Life is good, so I won't complain about my brother letting me do all the work. As long as I have my Brat by my side, I can handle anything.
A few weeks before Tin returns, I'm up before the alarm on a busy Monday. My lips explore my wife's neck and shoulder as my fingers bath in her wetness. The early mornings on the weekdays are our time to be together uninterrupted, and I fucking savor it.
I replace my fingers with my cock, moving at a fast pace before we are disturbed by one of our ever-present needy children.
"Ahh, Fuck!" Bella yells out reaching back to pull at my hair.
She tilts her neck searching for my lips, and I kiss her greedily. My hands cup her breasts, the weight of them always bringing a groan out of me.
Every birth leaves a few extra pounds, and it's always in the right places. I love every inch of my wife; she will always be perfect for me.
"Bah bah bah bah!"
"Maaa, da da da!"
The twin's early morning conversation is heard over the baby monitor, and I flip Bella over before they realize that they have needs.
"I need you to come, baby," I grit out pulling her hips to me as she goes to her knees.
"Yes!" Bella yells as I set a grueling pace.
"Touch your clit."
She follows my command as baby babble continues to fill our room.
She clenches around me as her orgasms hits her. My head falls back, and I bite down on my lip chasing after her.
Always fucking chasing.
"Fuck, yeah, baby. Milk my cock."
"Edward! God!"
My thrusts become erratic as I release inside of her, gripping onto her hips as if my very fucking life depended on it.
I collapse beside her as her alarm begins ringing. We're both too spent to reach for it, and the loud noise fill the quiet morning as my hand glides down my wife's back.
Finally, Bella reaches over and ends the racket.
The baby babble continues in the background, growing louder. This is their routine; they have a full conversation with each other every morning until one of them realizes they are wet or hungry.
I pull Bella to me, kissing her one last time knowing that she has to get up and prepare for work. Her lips are soft and inviting, sending a signal back to my now limp cock. I'll never grow tired of making love to her.
"I fucking love you so much." I stare into her eyes.
"I love you, too." She gives me one last kiss before she gets out of bed.
Once I'm cleaned up, I go to the twin's room just when they're both starting to fuss. They see me and stop crying waiting for our usual morning routine. I break out in song doing a little dance as I walk to the crib. Having kids has made me a playful, happy motherfucker, what can I say?
"Good mornin', good mornin'
We've danced the whole night through
Good mornin', good mornin' to you
Good mornin', good mornin'
It's great to stay up late
Good mornin', good mornin' to you"
When I finish singing, they are both happily jumping in their cribs. I bend down and pick Ethan up so I can change him and then do the same with Emma. I take them both downstairs so I can get breakfast ready.
I'm a stay at home dad for the summer, and I fucking love it. I admit I probably couldn't do it full time. I love working, and having my own agency is a huge deal, but being home with the kids gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing I don't have to leave them with strangers. I love taking care of them and Bella; it's my one purpose in life to watch over my family.
By the time Bella comes down fully dressed, I've got coffee and a bacon, egg and cheese bagel ready for her. The twins are in their high chairs, and I'm feeding them cereal.
Once they see their mother they both become fussy, reaching for her. She kisses their little faces over and over. A huge smile spreads across her face, and I can see the tears glistening in her eyes because she has to leave them for the day.
"Sit down and eat, baby."
She does as I say and takes a bite of her sandwich. "What are you all doing today?" She asks taking a sip of coffee.
"We're probably going to have a Finding Nemo and Finding Dory marathon. Then I'll have Lizzie practice her reading while Anthony goes over his ABC's and numbers. These two will get in some Olympic tummy time and then we'll go to the park." I take a sip of my own coffee.
"You mean you're going to see your fan club," she teases, and I roll my eyes.
"They're not my damn fan club." I level her with my usual hard stare, but it does nothing for my wife.
After five years of marriage and being together six, none of my usual asshole looks do anything for her anymore. At least I can still scare the fuck out of an intern or subordinate.
The moms at the playground may have a little thing for me. There are about four who have my schedule down pat and go out of their way to be there the same time as the kids and me.
Our next-door neighbor, Nancy has been feeding Bella's head with tales from the playground, and she's been eating that shit up. Mom and Dad may have witnessed it first hand, so she's been hearing stories all summer.
"Oh really? So, Linda Walsh didn't bring you a few slices of banana bread because you mentioned to Nancy that it was your favorite?" She takes a bite of her sandwich.
"That shit was nasty. Mom's is way better. I'm trying not to take food from any of them again. They get too much satisfaction from it, and I'm a one-woman man." I wink at her as I give the twins their small bottle of water.
Bella puts her plate in the sink and then starts gathering her things to leave. "Remember that, I don't want to go to the park and put a can of whoop-ass on a housewife."
I pull her to me kissing her lips. "That would be so fucking sexy."
"Mmm, See you later. Have fun with your fan club." She says turning away from me.
I slap her ass. "Don't be cute, Brat."
When Bella is gone, I move the twins to their playpen and then start cleaning up and going over work emails before the kids wake up. Lizzie and Anthony come down around nine both being their usual demanding selves.
"Me don't want eggs, Daddy, just bacon!" Anthony screams as I put some eggs on his Spiderman plate.
"Eat your eggs, you only have a little bit. Once they're all gone, I'll give you an orange and one more piece of bacon." I tell him.
"Yay, Me gets an orange!" Anthony cheers.
Most kids love candy, but Anthony loves oranges. He would eat nothing but oranges if we let him. Well, oranges and bacon.
"Thanks, Daddy!" Lizzie yells at me as I add food to her plate.
I love spending time with the kids, being home with them every day and dealing with every little problem that occurs. It's better than hearing about it from Bella or Tin. I'm going to miss it when I go back to work.
The day goes by quickly. Anthony only had two temper tantrums today, Lizzie just about read the entire book of 'One Fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue Fish' on her own, and the twins managed to scoot a little on their tummies.
It was a very productive morning!
Before I know it, I'm preparing everyone for the park including Roscoe's disrespectful ass.
We're all outside, Lizzie and Anthony are on their bikes, the twins are in the double stroller, and I have Roscoe on the leash. I'm weighed down with the diaper bag from hell filled with snacks, bottles and juice boxes.
This is my life now, and I fucking love it.
I put on my sunglasses as both Lizzie and Anthony take off towards the park. It's really two blocks down the street so we aren't going far. Anthony is peddling his little tricycle while Lizzie is on a bigger bike.
I walk behind them my eyes scanning for any sign of fools backing out of their damn driveway and not looking. Having kids has made me always on the lookout for stupid ass people doing stupid ass shit.
We reach the park, and it's filled with children with their moms or nannies. I park my version of the bat mobile at an empty bench while Anthony and Lizzie run over to their friends.
"Hi, Edward!" A collective shrill of girly voices calls out to me.
"Ladies," I smile over at them sitting down and checking on the twins.
"Edward, please tell us your nanny is not coming back. We're all going to miss you so much," Mandy, with the bogus breasts and the biggest, fake lips I've ever seen says all smooth-like.
God, she looks like a fish.
"I'm afraid Tin will be back in two weeks. I have a company to run girls." I smile as Mandy takes the seat to my left and a younger mom named Kelly sits to my right.
I take the twins out of the stroller and put them on my lap.
"We're going to miss you around here. If all husbands were like you, Edward, the world would be a better place." Kelly says putting a hand on my shoulder as she looks down at the tattoos on my arm.
I bounce the twins up and down on my lap so she has no choice but to remove her hand. I only want my damn wife touching me
"Me Mommy don't like girls near me Daddy!" Anthony yells standing in front of us with a growling Roscoe by his side.
I knew I liked that fucking dog.
Anthony looks just like Bella does whenever she's upset, and I'm laughing my ass off. She swears he's my twin, just with her hair color, but I see her in all of our kids.
"Oh he's so cute and protective," Mandy says smiling at Anthony who has now run off.
"Hello everyone," Nancy from next door says as her daughter goes to meet the kids. "Edward, how's Bella doing these days?"
"She's good, I'm counting down the seconds until I can kiss her beautiful face again," I smile looking her straight in the eye.
She tries to play this game … As if I'm going to deny I have a wife or pretend that I'm not hopelessly in love with her.
I like our next-door neighbors, Nancy and Tom, but Nancy thinks all men are scum and makes sure Tom is on a very short leash.
"Awe! To be that in love after four kids," Linda Walsh says from another bench.
"What's your secret, Edward?" Kelly asks looking hopeful.
"I worship the ground she walks on and let her know every day that she's the best thing that ever happened to me," I put Ethan in the stroller then Emma. "Excuse me ladies I'm going to put these two on the swings."
I leave them all gaping at me including instigating Nancy. I spend the rest of the time at the park playing with the twins. Occasionally, Anthony will join us, but Lizzie has a little playground crew so she ignores us until it's time to go.
When we're finally home, I put on a movie for the kids and start preparing dinner.
Bella comes in a little earlier than usual.
"Mommy!" Both Anthony and Lizzie scream as I hear Roscoe barking happily.
The twins are squealing on the floor. They both fall over trying to crawl to their mother in their excitement. I watch from the kitchen as Bella is surrounded by both kids kissing her, as Roscoe is jumping up and down trying to join in on the fun.
She looks up to me so fucking happy with Anthony on her hip and Lizzie holding her waist tightly.
"Me missed you, Mommy! No more worken!" Anthony says burying his head in her neck.
"Me missed you too, baby, all of you." She drops her bags and sets Anthony down before crawling over to the twins.
My smile is fucking wide as they reach out slobbering all over her as she hovers near them. I walk into the living room just when she stands.
I reach over, pulling her into me and kissing her pouty lips. "Welcome home, Brat."
"It's good to be home, Asshole," she whispers against my lips as I pull her closer.
"Hmm, tree house tonight?" I ask alongside her neck as she runs her fingers through my hair.
"Yess," she moans.
Every so often, we sneak off and have naughty-fucking-tree-house-sex.
It's amazing.
I release my wife watching as she goes over to spend time with our babies. Moments like this happen once in a lifetime, and I cherish each and every one.
I smile at how far we've come since this asshole met his brat in Hawaii. That day, the stars aligned and they brought us together in so many ways, and the years have been magic.
Bella brought me life; she gave me a family and a home. Not just our physical home because if we lost it today, I would still have a home with Bella and our kids.
I never thought my life would turn out the way it did.
I met a beautiful girl who had a stupid-ass rule.
However,
I was man enough to make her break it.
And They Lived Happily Ever After.
The End.
A/N: AWWWWEEEEE … Sadness! Here we are Part 2 or The End. It has been so fun writing Brat and Asshole and I have enjoyed the response from you all. This would be impossible to read without Sunflower Fran and you can thank her for all these damn chapters b/c she never wanted Asshole to end! I never wanted to stop writing about him and his Brat. Although it's the end you never know when these two may speak to me … I love you all like MOFO crazy for just sticking with me. Until we meet again with another story, Love you! Mean it!
