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Chapter Nineteen

Confession #19: There is nothing more moving than watching your child hit milestones in life, but they grow up too quickly. It's amazing, but you just want them to stay small for as long as possible…even when you have the capability to record nearly every moment of their life.

We were all gathered together for Caleb's first Christmas when he pulled himself up for the first time. All the brightly colored decorations intrigued him and he had begun crawling everywhere, trying desperately to get his little hands and slobbery mouth on all the new 'toys,' as he saw them.

Gone were the open doorways and ground level knickknacks; if it was moveable and unsafe for children, we had hidden the items or stored them behind the plethora of baby gates we'd installed. Our house now looked like we lived in a museum of uninhabitable rooms. The word 'no' became the most prominent in our vocabulary. We didn't plan on raising our children to think the world owed them something.

They would have values and grasp the meaning of respect. They would understand that while we could give them the world, most people didn't grow up that way. Our children would attend private school simply out of necessity and safety, not because we felt that the public school system was lacking for quality education. Coffee girl had obviously thrived in it, but she didn't have psycho camera-wielding men trying to take her picture day in and day out.

We should have been the only ones obsessed with taking pictures, much like I was then as Caleb scooted along on his tiptoes, gripping the edge of the ottoman with his chubby little fingers. He was determined to grab ahold of the brightly wrapped package his mom was holding.

"Good job, Caleb," coffee girl praised when he finally reached his goal.

It wouldn't be long before Caleb worked up the courage to let go and walk without assistance. As much as I looked forward to those moments, those steps would be another point of him achieving more independence. The only thing that kept me calm was the fact that we would soon have two more who would need me all over again.

"What's going on in the beautiful head of yours, Eddie?" Bella asked, startling me from my thoughts.

I shook my head and sighed. "He's growing up so fast."

She nodded with a slight grin on her face. "He is. I have a feeling it's because he can sense change coming."

I raised an eyebrow while coffee girl just rolled her eyes and pointed to her belly before responding once more. "We talk about the girls constantly. It's almost like he's readying himself to be their protector." She elbowed me in the side. "I wonder where he learned that."

It wasn't a question, but a statement and testament to my overwhelming desire to keep my family safe.

Coffee girl's words made it possible for me to forget the morose thoughts I had of Caleb growing up too fast. We rejoined the festivities that were occurring around us.

"Ma! Ma! Ma!" Caleb shouted. His vocabulary was growing more and more each day. "Ing!"

He was asking Bella to sing for him. He loved his mother's voice, so I gathered him up into my arms and sat next to Bella at the piano. He wanted to sing with her in his little baby babble, and coffee girl had no problem granting his wish.

We sang together as a family. Songs ranged from 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'all the way to 'Jingle Bell Rock.' Caleb clapped and smiled and hummed along. Coffee girl and I believed we had a musical prodigy on our hands the first time he pounded his tiny hands down on the piano keys.

Shortly after Caleb began to yawn, he fell asleep in my arms. I carried him up to his room and laid him down in his crib for his nap, which had already been dropped to its lowest setting in anticipation of the milestone he'd just reached. It made lifting him out even more difficult for Bella and her belly.

Our newest beans were thriving inside of her. It was hard to believe we had just over two months until the girls arrived...unless they came early, which Dr. Dora had said was a huge possibility due to Bella's size. I worried endlessly but seemed to be doing another Oscar-worthy performance of hiding it.

By the time I made it downstairs, Bella was already in the kitchen cooking dinner for the family.

"What are you doing? The doctor said you should be resting, keeping your feet up as much as possible because your blood pressure was elevated at the last appointment. Dr. Dora mentioned you were susceptible to preeclampsia." Okay, so maybe I wasn't hiding my worries that well.

Bella rolled her eyes at me. "Eddie, I can't just lie down and do nothing...that would make my blood pressure skyrocket even more. I have to stay busy. Besides, as you can see, I'm sitting down as much as possible while I work."

She was. I knew the babies were just as important to her, but I also knew she wouldn't worry about herself half as much as I would. I was an asshole for knocking her up again so soon...but damn, she was so sexy.

"At least put me to work too."

With a huge smile on her face, coffee girl had no problem bossing me around the kitchen until our mothers arrived at our house.

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When the family arrived, gifts were opened. Caleb—like all babies, I was informed—preferred the boxes the presents came in to most of the toys. The exception was the toy piano Renee and Charlie had gotten him. He banged away at the keys, creating a dystopian sound that made us all cringe. He loved it, though, and glowed brightly with the loud racket. It was evident they won the best present award in his eyes.

During the gift opening, picture after picture was taken to capture his first Christmas. Caleb hammed it up and gave his grandmothers the signature Cullen smirk many times over. I had a feeling I had a little ladies man on my hands. I didn't worry too much...Bella would nip that in the bud before he ever reached that status, of that I was sure.

Shortly after that we sat down to eat. Dinner went smoothly. Caleb enjoyed his mushy mashed potatoes and green beans, though more of it ended up on his face than in his mouth. He was the star of dinner, not the turkey.

When we finished, I took our son up for a bath as soon as all of our goodbyes were given. Tub time had gotten easier once he was able to sit up on his own. He was at the stage where he didn't enjoy having his head wet, so washing his hair always resulted in theatrics.

He screamed like he was being tortured, and I guess in his mind he was.

"Come on, little man. We're almost done." He shook his head and tried to crawl away from the cascading water. I won in the end, but he didn't calm back down until he saw his mother.

She was reclining in our bed ready to feed him before he went down for the night. Caleb curled around the belly and latched on easily. He was playing with Bella's hair while she hummed him one of the lullabies she'd written. It was a beautiful picture, one I would store in my head for moments when I wasn't able to be there with them. Witnessing the way their bond continued to strengthen and grow made me sometimes feel left out, but I'd resigned myself to the fact that she'd had nine more months than me to get to know him. Short of medical science figuring out a way for men to carry children, it would always be that way. Although, after watching Bella go through the pain of childbirth, I was okay being second best in our children's eyes.

It would be the same with the girls, but I had high hopes that they would end up be daddy's girls like Caleb was obviously a mama's boy. Maybe he'd gotten that from me. After all, Esme had hung the moon in my eyes too.

Once Caleb passed out from being milk drunk, I took him to his room. With a kiss on his forehead, I gently closed his bedroom door and went to climb into bed with coffee girl. She was now lying on her side, so I spooned her and allowed my hand to caress her bump. The girls were moving around.

I slid my hand under my coffee girl's and she linked our fingers together. I was mesmerized by the belly once again. "Can you believe how fast this pregnancy has gone? It's seems like we were just leaving the hospital with Caleb, and soon we'll be back there to welcome two more beans."

"Sometimes I wonder how we got so lucky, you know. Caleb is flourishing; the girls, well, the girls are causing me heartburn galore." She chuckled as she moved her free hand up to her heart and attempted to rub the burn away. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. Our family in almost complete. We're happy and healthy. You've made every dream and desire I've ever had come true. Thank you."

Coffee girl wasn't always the mushiest of women; it was motherhood and the pregnancies that brought that side of her to the surface. She never liked showing vulnerability, but it warmed my heart that I was the one she could always show that side of herself to.

"No, love. Thank you. Money, fame...they're nothing. I'm the richest man in the world because you love me enough to make all of my dreams of parenthood come true. You've given me everything, everything just by existing...by being the love of my life, my wife."

"You always know just what to say. God"—she huffed—"no wonder all the woman out there want my husband. You're perfect. Almost too good to be true."

A huge smirk overtook my face, and I brought my mouth close to her ear, tightening my arms around her middle. "Good thing you know the truth, huh? I leave socks everywhere and have a bad habit of scratching my ass without thought of where I am."

She giggled. "Let's not forget you never rinse out your coffee cups and you leave your scripts on the back of the toilet. How do I even tolerate you?" I could hear the smile in her voice.

I couldn't resist a little tickle, which caused her to screech and squirm. Her attempt to get away was pointless. I continued to torture her until she cried uncle. We were both out of breath, but she was glowing, flushed, and beautiful. I was on fire for her.

"I love you, coffee girl."

Her eyes burned with lust as she whispered, "I love you too, Eddie."

Even at almost eight months pregnant with twins, I had to have her.

Lips, teeth, hands. Everywhere I touched, I wanted more. Her skin was soft and pliant under my touch. She sighed and moaned and cried out my name.

I entered her from behind. Bella's back arched, rocking and rubbing, pumping and pounding. It was too much and never enough all rolled into one.

She mewled and begged, I groaned and denied.

In, out. Repeat. In, out. Repeat. In, out. Repeat. In, out. Repeat.

Ragged breath and sweaty bodies came together in the most primal way. I couldn't think beyond the pleasure that was coursing between us.

She tensed, cried out and came. The tightness overwhelmed me. I squeezed her hips and followed right after.

Sweat poured off my body and dripped onto the curve of her lower back. For me, that was just as hot as my come on her. I loved marking her. I was possessive like that. I put a ring on it for a reason.

When I finally pulled out, Bella rolled onto her back for just a bit and was still breathing hard, but she didn't allow that to stop her from speaking.

"I...don't know...how much…longer… we can do...that for."

I chuckled beside her. "It's okay, love. It's different this time since you're baking two beans at once."

She yawned and then nodded, but said something that rendered me silent. "Good thing I love giving you blow jobs."

And those words had me hard all over again. I was a lucky fucking man.

Another one down! I hope you all are still along for the ride. I'm not completely sure how many chapters are left…at least six plus an epi for sure though. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me. Leave me your thoughts if you so desire. Love you all! xx Dee