A/N: Here's the Beta'd version of this chapter! Hopefully it reads better now! Just a quick shout out to all my new readers, and as always i'm blown away by the reviews this story is getting, glad everyone's enjoying!

- Jenny

BPOV

It had been three weeks since we first saw the house, and I use the term "house" loosely. This monstrosity that we now reside in is fucking huge. All the furniture in the here came with it, so after we closed on the place we needed to decide what stayed and what went to charity. The majority of the stuff in here was brand-new, all the patio furniture along with electronics stayed. Without needing to think about it, we got rid of beds and any items of a personal nature. Not to say there was anything wrong with them, but honestly we didn't know what happened on or in those things beforehand - and we didn't want to know either.

Edward insisted that any furniture we needed we'd buy new instead of bringing in our old stuff. I had a problem with this. I didn't understand why we needed to get all new stuff when what we had was perfectly fine. Apparently, it's what you do when you buy a new house; you get new things to fill it. It's also so everything matches. While Edward was droning on and on about it all I looked down at Ethan who just shrugged. Growing up with Renee and moving around as much as we did, we never had furniture that matched, we had to go buy what we could afford and it was the same when I moved Ethan and myself into our own place. That's the biggest difference between Edward and me; he'd grown up with money all his life and that's what he was used to. So, in the end I relented knowing it would make him happy. I got him in the end though, I was adamant about painting and decorating myself. I worked from home mostly so it'd give me something to do and I'd feel like I was contributing in some way by doing this.

We started with the basement, letting Ethan pick the color. He decided on a dark blue, stating that it was his and his dad's man cave and blue was a 'manly' color. We decided to keep everything the basement already had in it; the only request I made was that any of the alcohol be locked in a cabinet under the bar. I trusted my son completely, but he's getting older and peer pressure is a very dangerous thing - not to mention natural curiosity. Keeping him from temptation is just being a good parent. I could already tell getting him out of this part of the house was going to be an issue and rules were going to have to be put in place. For both Dad and son, I'm sure.

Edward's and my bedroom was done second; the walls were painted a golden color, which went nicely with the light colored hardwood flooring. In the middle of the room was our bed. Edward talked me into a Sleep Number. All it took was lying down once on that thing and I never wanted to get up. The frame itself was in a sleigh shape made of dark wood. Our en-suite bathroom was about half the size of the bedroom with a separate shower and Jacuzzi tub. There was also a vanity that ran the back half of the room and a private balcony. We decided on light and airy for the space, covering all paintable walls with neutral beige, which played off the different colors in the rich marble flooring. The shower was glass and marble and could probably hold up to 6 people in it at a time. One day while painting in there, Edward had pulled me inside to demonstrate one of the many things he could do to me while in a shower that big...

Not that I was complaining...

Third was Ethan's room. Letting him deciding on how he wanted his room was a lot harder than I had thought, mainly because he changed his mind almost hourly about what he wanted. First he wanted blue walls, and then decided against that because we'd already painted the "man cave" that color. Then he thought about a dark purple but dismissed that because a friend at school said purple - no matter how dark - was girly. So finally he chose forest green. We upgraded him to a queen size bed since we all thought that the twin size that he'd had back in the apartment would look funny in the much larger room. At least this way he has room to grow in it. Ethan's bedroom also had an en-suite bathroom that I did in lighthouses. But my favorite part of Ethan's room was the collection of model airplanes hanging from his ceiling. He and Edward had been doing one a week. They had decided that they'd set aside some part of their day to have 'male bonding time' and that's what they'd been working on. Edward explained that he did something like this with Carlisle when he was Ethan's age and he thought it'd be a good tradition to pass down.

So, here it is, three weeks later and I'm still reeling from last night's events. The last wall had been painted and the last box unpacked. Alice and Jasper had all been a godsend along with all of the Cullens, including Esme. She had come over one weekday - while I was by myself of course. I guess you could say we buried the hatchet. We'd both ranted and raved, she'd ranted some more, tears were shed and - in true woman form - by the time she left we were hugging and laughing with one another. Which leads me back to last night. Esme had picked Ethan up from school so that Edward and I could have the house to our selves for the night, only Edward didn't know that the house was already finished. He thought he was meeting me to do some last minute painting.

Checking the timer, I noticed that dinner still needed 15 more minutes in the oven; plenty of time for me to go freshen up and slip a little something on that I had bought for our night together. I had big plans for us...all new houses need to be broken in and I was hoping tonight that we could finally have our do over. I wanted to actually remember making love to Edward this time around.

Slipping into the bathroom, I slid my clothes off, and I do mean everything. I ran a wash cloth over my body to get the day washed off, slipped on the floor-length blue nighty, fluffed my hair with a brush, did a quick once over in the mirror then scooted back down stairs just as the timer went off. I was having honey glazed chicken for dinner with rice and a light salad on the side, but I hadn't prepared any dessert seeing as I planned on being the after dinner treat!

God, when had I turned into a shameless hussy!

Well, your boyfriend is incredibly sexy, that might have something to do with it, maybe?

I plated everything up, and set it at the two place settings on the table. Lighting the two tapers I had set on the table earlier, I waited for Edward to show up. Not even five minutes later I heard the door opening and him calling my name.

"In the dining room." I replied, all of a sudden nervous. I had spent all day planning this and now that it was here, I was starting to freak out. Taking a calming breath, I looked up to see Edward standing just outside of the dining room, frozen. I walked up to him, stopping a few feet in front of him.

"Um, surprise? I got the house finished this morning, and I wanted our first night here to be special, so Ethan's at your parents' place and I made us dinner, I hope that's ok, I know you've had a long day and I just…" I was stopped mid-ramble by his lips. In what seemed like a single second, he had me pressed up against the wall, running his hands over my body.

"This is one of the greatest surprises I've ever had. I think I like the image of coming home to you dressed in something so amazing. You have no idea what this color on you does to me." To emphasize his point he ground his hips into me, making me moan at the delicious friction it was causing. We continued like this for a few minutes before Edward broke away slightly, still keeping our bodies pressed together at the hip.

"I know you cooked us dinner, but right now all I can think about is getting you upstairs and making love to you. Please tell me I can." His eyes bored into my own. Overcome by the emotion, I could only nod, and a second later I was in his arms, bridal style, on our way up to our bedroom. He sat me down on the ground when we got there. I didn't even have time to fidget or feel awkward because I felt Edwards hands around my knees pulling the fabric of my nightgown up. When he got to around my hips, he paused.

"No panties? Isabella, what were you hoping for tonight?"

I knew he was teasing me but it only made me blush harder...not to mention that when he said my first name it only made me want him more. He moved his hands again until I was standing there stark naked in front of a fully clothed Edward. Something really needed to be done about that.

"You sir, have far too many clothes on."

I started with his shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time; incredibly difficult as it was since Edward's hands were doing some exploring of their own. Getting his shirt off I moved on to his pants, fumbling with the belt, then finally getting to the buttons and zipper. I finally got everything undone and with one tug I got his pants as well as boxers off in one go. I had seen him naked numerous times before, but his body never ceased to amaze me. Not to mention the man was packing! I'd been worrying for a while about how that monster was going to fit inside me. Now that we were both naked, Edward pulled the covers back and then helped me in, climbing in after me. His body covered mine as we picked up where we'd left off moments before. His mouth made kisses along my jaw working its way south, before going back up again. I could feel his hardness pressed against my hip and I wanted to be an active participant in this so I grasped him and slowly started to pump up and down. He groaned against me, moving his hips slightly in rhythm with my hand.

"Baby, if you keep that up I won't last much longer...I want you so bad right now... please say I can have you?" I couldn't help but smile. My Edward, ever the gentleman, always asking my permission...

"Make me yours Edward." He lined himself up, preparing to push in, but holding himself back. He looked up into my eyes, our noses barely touching each other. Giving me a quick Eskimo kiss, he said:

"I love you Bella. You've given me everything I could ask for in life that I didn't even know I wanted. You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know before we took this step that I don't take it lightly and I…" I cut him off with my mouth, planting a searing kiss on his lips.

"Edward Cullen, you are the most amazing man ever. I couldn't ask for anyone better. Never did I think we'd be where we are now, raising our son together, living together and in love. I'm so in love with you. You've become everything to me in these past few months...I can't imagine having to live without you." His lips claimed mine in a tender kiss but suddenly broke away. "Say it. I want to hear it again."

Taking his face in my hands, I spoke softly but with complete confidence. "I love you, Edward. I love you."

Pulling me to him as much as he could, he made us one. It was sweet and loving and everything I could have ever hoped our second first time would be. Edward was so tender and sweet, taking care of me before himself. I had tears in my eyes as we came together.

Waking up the next morning we decided on a bath together, not wanting to give up the close intimate bubble we were currently ensconced in. What started as an innocent soak in the tub turned into a water flinging, passion filled hour, only when the water turned cold did we feel the need to disconnect and get out. Still connected, only by hand holding, we made our way downstairs to clean up dinner from last night.

"I'd say I'm sorry we didn't get to eat what I'm sure was a delicious dinner, but I'm not. I rather preferred what we did to eating." I blushed and looked up to see Edward staring at me, his eyes dark, no doubt remember the many ways last night was more fun than eating. Actually, he looked like he was about to eat me right then and there. Glancing up at the clock, I noted it was already past 10 and we were due at his parents' for brunch and to pick Ethan up in a little less than an hour. Grabbing the last of the plates in my hand I walked over toward him.

"Stow it there, Tiger. We've got to be at your parents' by 11:30 for brunch and to get our son. Otherwise, we'd be christening this table and my fuckawesome kitchen." He let out a moan as I smirked at him and then walked into the kitchen, letting the door swing shut behind me. As I was loading the plates into the dishwasher, I felt hands on my hips and a very hard something pressing into my ass. It took everything I had to suppress a shiver as I felt his warm breath caress my ear; he spoke in a low husky voice that I swear could make me come just from the sound of it alone.

"You should know better than to say that shit to me. What ever will I do with you? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were teasing me, Isabella. I can tease too, you know." His right hand left a fiery trail down my leg, before coming up and resting on my covered core. He started slow lazy circles; only lightly applying pressure and quickly making me go crazy with need. I bucked up into his hand only to have him stop.

"What do you want baby? Tell me." He whispered as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

"More. I need more." I was slowing turning into a quivering mass of need, and if I didn't get release soon, I feared I would go insane.

"Are you sure? Don't we need to leave soon?" His tone was playful, but even as he was saying it, his hand had started working on the button of my jeans.

"Fuck it, we won't be that late."

We showed up to Carlisle and Esme's forty-five minutes late, with matching grins and halfhearted apologies. They knew what we had been up to but were gracious enough not to mention it, thankfully.

Now that the tension had cleared up between Esme and me, I found that I truly enjoyed their company. They were both highly intelligent people who, despite their money, were more down to earth then anyone I had ever met. I could tell that they loved Ethan as much as Edward and I do and would do just about anything for that child. He wouldn't even have to ask for it. I still can't help feeling guilty for not telling them sooner, and although Edward often tells me that it's in the past and all we can do is look forward to the future, I can't help but wonder if there isn't still a small part of him that resents me for it. I know I should move past it, but I don't think I ever will. It's my burden to carry alone and something that I'll just have to deal with as it comes.

EPOV

We arrived back at the house around two; I had to still take a final walk through to see the finished product. We had made three of the six remaining bedrooms guest rooms with the last three bare. We hadn't really talked about those last three rooms, but I know what I want to do with them and I think Bella wants it too. The topic of children hasn't really come up, just in general terms, but I can see Ethan playing with a little sister with Bella's dark hair and curls and my eyes, or maybe even another boy that looks just like his momma. It's a topic I want to discuss in detail soon. We're not getting any younger and I'd like to still be able to run around with my kids and play without having to worry about arthritis.

All three of us walked around the house, looking at everything Bella had accomplished over the past few weeks. It was amazing! She had done exactly what I thought she'd do. She made this place a home, although I'm sure it had more to do with her actual presence then materialistic things she added to the place. After checking everything out, Ethan ran down to the man cave leaving Bella and myself in the section of empty bedrooms. I walked over to the closest and opened the door. The room had a bay window making everything bright and cheery looking; the room itself was painted a soft yellow with soft white carpet. I leaned against the doorframe just imagining the room filled with a crib to one side and a rocker in the opposite corner, Bella sitting in it as she nursed our child. I never realized how badly I wanted to experience that with her. I must have been there a while because Bella came up next to me and put her arm around my waist and snuggled into me.

"I see it too, you know. This would make the perfect nursery. The question is, when and how many do you want?" She looked up at me with a smile, expecting an answer.

"I'll take however many you'll give me. As to when, I don't think I want to wait too long. I'd prefer us to be married, but if it happens before then that's ok too. I love you and I'll be ready when you're ready to take that step with me." I leaned down placing a soft kiss against her lips. Looking up into her eyes, I noticed tears forming there. Knowing they're happy tears, I kissed them away as they fall and held on to her tighter. I couldn't believe how my life had turned out since I moved back home and I know it's only going to get better from here.