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CHAPTER 13

I woke up with the only girl I have ever, and will ever love, wrapped securely in my arms. I smiled, even after all these years she still fit perfectly.

I vowed the night she told me she still loved me that I would never again let her go. I guarantee I will never find myself in a position that gives her even the slightest bit of doubt. I can't be without her, not again.

Without my family again.

I felt Bella start to stir; a shift of her leg, then one of her arms, and then her ass rubbed against my morning wood.

Apparently, Bella caught my groan, because she giggled and gave an extra wiggle.

Hmm, so she wants to play does she?

I removed my left arm—the one that was wrapped over her—and brought it up to move her hair. I started placing gentle kisses over her shoulder and up her neck; as my hand snaked over her hip, past her stomach and up to gently cup her breast in my hand; careful not to cause my girl any discomfort.

I couldn't help but smile when she moaned and shifted to give me better access. I rolled onto my back bringing Bella with me.

It didn't take long to get her trembling above me as I increased my ministrations on her breast, and marked her as mine.

When she grunted in frustration, letting her legs fall open, I knew what was coming. I was, however, a little surprised by how quickly we got there.

I moved both my hands to her tits as she ground her ass all over my cock. I knew I had her when whimper after whimper escaped her perfect lips. My girl was desperate for release.

"What's the matter, baby?" I whispered seductively into her ear as I pinched her nipple, enticing another whimper.

One …

Another pinch. Another whimper.

Two …

A bite to the ear. A frustrated groan.

And three …

"Jesus, Edward … just fucking touch me, already!"

And there she was. Isabella Marie Swan. The love of my life. The mother of my children.

I smirked, inching my hand towards her throbbing center. "Gladly bab—"

"Mommy, I wets my bed …" Masen whimpered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

Luckily, Masen hadn't stopped rubbing his eyes and didn't catch the perfect glimpse of his mother's pussy and tits before I rolled her off me. Bella hadn't even registered he was in the room yet, so by the time Masen actually looked up, I had the blanket pulled up and Bella was clutching it tightly to herself.

"I all wets …" Masen tried again, tilting his head to the side.

"Okay, buddy," Bella muttered, total mortification covering her beautiful face. "Go into the bathroom and start taking your clothes off. I'll be in in a second."

"But I all wets," Masen whined.

"I know you are, Masen." Bella sighed. "Please, just go into the bathroom …"

"Masen, buddy," I tried reasoning with my son. "Mommy will be right in."

He stared at us both for a second, and then turned and exited the bedroom, heading down the hall to his bathroom. Bella fell back against the pillow, pulling the blankets up over her head.

"What did he see?" she whispered, poking just an eye out to look at me.

I pulled the blankets off her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Nothing, love. I got ya moved, and covered up before he even looked up."

"Really?"

I nodded, giving her another kiss. "Really, baby—"

"Mommy!" Masen yelled from the bathroom.

Bella sighed and got out of bed. Picking my t-shirt up off the floor, she pulled it on as she went to grab a pair of my boxers from the drawer—I smiled. I loved seeing her in my clothes again, but she really did need to start leaving stuff at my place like she did for Masen.

She turned and looked at me from the doorway. "Don't get up and help or anything," she said, and then walked out.

I suddenly felt like an ass and jumped out of bed. I pulled on my boxers and went into the bathroom.

Masen was throwing a fit because he was wet … and tired.

Bella looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you. Could you go strip his bed and grab new sheets?"

"Yup." Happy to help away from Masen's tantrum, I went to change my son's sheets.

My son.

I honestly never thought I'd say that. My son. But to say Bella — the only girl I'd ever even considered having children with—gave me my son … that was priceless.

And she was about to give me another. Boy or girl, I didn't care.

I still couldn't believe the cluster fuck I'd found myself in. If I lost Bella over the shit with Tanya, again, I'd kill the fucking bitch. I truly hated that vile woman, and I don't use the word hate lightly. I don't think I have ever hated a person before in my life … at least before her.

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking ever getting involved with her. I guess I wasn't, and that was the problem. I was a drunken mess in some serious need of some fucking rehab, which I didn't receive until my family finally intervened after the Vegas fiasco.

I was hurting, and I wanted the person responsible for that hurt—or the person I blamed for that hurt anyway—to hurt just as much as I did, and I thought that was the way of going about it. Little did I know, she had a constant reminder of the betrayal she thought I bestowed upon her.

We always sucked at communication.

I knew Tanya was the reason Bella left that day, and I knew everyone found it weird that I ended up fucking around with her—especially if I hadn't been cheating on Bella. Which I did not; at least not on my Bella. I wasn't proud of my actions, but she was the only one that deserved that respect in my eyes—I just wanted Bella to feel what I was feeling. Stupid I know. But trust me, I paid for it. The bitch was fucking crazy. I mean like, tattoo my name on her tit crazy.

Who does that shit?

I finally got rid of her when I fucked her sister. Asshole move, but I was beyond a desperate man. So why did I stupidly sleep with her crazy ass in Vegas?

Fuck if I know!

I didn't really remember much of Tanya being there that night. I honestly thought I was dreaming the shit. I remembered the brown locks draping all around me and thinking it was Bella. I do remember putting the condom on, that right there should have been my first clue it wasn't Bella. We'd never used condoms.

Ever.

But I did end up fucking her, and now I might be stuck with the crazy bitch for the rest of my days. I was begging someone to take my life before Bella came back into it, bringing the ray of sunshine that was my son with her. I couldn't imagine ever leaving the two—three—of them.

They are my family. My life.

If Tanya's baby did end up being mine, I'd step up and do the right thing, but not at the expense of my family. If Bella gave me a choice, her, or Tanya's baby, I'd choose her. No hesitation.

I'd support the child, but I'd give up all parental rights. Especially after everything James told me.

I didn't realize just how crazy she was until after I found out she was pregnant, and was claiming it was mine. That's when I found out about her stalking me before Bella and I broke up. She used to tell people we were dating behind Bella's back.

Like that would ever happen.

After she told me she was pregnant, James told me all about what she'd been up to. A few weeks before the Vegas trip Tanya was telling him about a friend of hers trapping some rich guy with a kid, that she pushed pinholes into the condom wrappers. Apparently, the guy was too drunk to realize the packaging had been tampered with.

As was I.

James seemed to think it was mine and that she did it on purpose, the same exact way her friend did it. I found it real hard not to agree with him. She was just crazy enough to try it, but little did she know, it would never work to trap me. Bella, or no Bella, that bitch would never have me. I wasn't joking when I told Bella I'd get supervised exchanges. I'd pay some poor fuck off the streets if it kept her from fucking with my life again. Honestly, if Bella wasn't pregnant and I actually thought she'd do it, I'd have her deal with Tanya. Not only would it piss Tanya the fuck off, Bella would enjoy telling her how it was going to be. It was win-win.

It wasn't worth putting my girl and baby at risk, however.

I wondered if I placed an ad on craigslist if I'd get many hits. How much did something like that pay—

"Daddy," Masen chirped excitedly, interrupting my thoughts. "You makes my bed."

I smiled at my mini-me. "I did. Are you ready to climb back in now?" Wishful thinking.

"I not sleepy now. I eats bweckfist." He turned to Bella. "Right momma?"

Bella glanced to me with a small smile, and then back to Masen. "Yup. Why don't you go downstairs and turn on cartoons. I'll be down in a minute."

I walked with Bella back to the bedroom as Masen barreled towards the stairs.

"Slow down!" Bella yelled, stopping Masen in his tracks. He looked back at us, and then continued on his way. Only slower this time.

I couldn't help but chuckle, shaking my head. He's a character, that one.

"I'm terrified he's going to fall down the stairs and break his neck." Bella sighed wrapping her arms around my middle. I pulled her closer and kissed her head as we walked into the bedroom.

"You can go back to sleep if you want," she whispered, and then yawned. "There's no reason we both need to be up at six on a Saturday."

I shook my head. "You could always go back to bed, while I stay up with him."

She laughed. "Really? You'd let me go back to sleep? You've got to be exhausted Edward. We didn't get much sleep last night, and you worked an eighteen hour day the day before."

"I'm fine baby. You need your rest."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant, Edward. Not sick."

I really wasn't trying to baby her. "How about we both just stay up?"

She smiled, nodding as I went to grab a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. I quickly dragged them on and then pulled my girl into my arms, placing a chaste kiss on her lips before joining our son downstairs.

"It's cold!" Masen exclaimed the moment we cleared the bottom step.

"I'll turn the heat up," I answered going to the thermostat.

I always turned it down at night. I may be wealthy, but I wasn't raised to be wasteful. My mother always said, 'you're going to be cold when you wake up whether it's set at sixty-two or sixty-eight.'

"What sounds good for breakfast, guys?" Bella asked opening the fridge. "You really need to go to the grocery store, Edward. I'm not sure two eggs are going to be sufficient for three of us."

I laughed as she closed the door and turned to look at me. I knew those eggs were probably it; we ate the last of the cereal the last time Masen stayed.

"I guess we're going out?"

Bella laughed and turned to Masen. "Masen—?" He turned to look at her. "—How does IHOP sound?"

"Yah! I has sausage and scwambled eggs."

I laughed. We're going to a pancake joint, and my son wanted sausage and scrambled eggs. I shook my head turning to look at Bella.

"We'll stop at the house on the way so I can change?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. I wasn't sure why she was nervous; of course, we'd stop by her place first.

I nodded. "Yup."

While Bella was changing and packing an overnight bag, her little punk neighbor, Jake, came over. It really pissed me off that I had never heard a thing about Jake from Bella before he showed up at her door, but from what I heard from Masen, I seriously wanted to beat the shit out of him and tell him to stay the fuck away from my family.

It made me smile to think of the look on the bastard's face when Bella sent him away the night I met him.

"Bella 'round?"

I swear the punk came over just to piss me the fuck off. That and he wanted my girl. Bella said that they're just friends, and to her I was sure that's all it was, but to him I knew it was definitely more.

"Yeah, she's changing."

"Oh, I was just gonna see if she wanted to go to the Kid Rock concert I landed tickets to next weekend. You're free to watch your son, right?"

Tell me again why I can't punch this guy?

"I'm always free to watch my son," I spat through clenched teeth. "But my girlfriend won't be going anywhere with you. If Bella wants to go to the Kid Rock concert I'll make damn sure I get her there."

He blanched at my words but quickly recovered. "Isn't it up to her on whether or not she goes?"

I was going to tell him hell fucking no, but the human sponge came roaring towards us.

"Jake!" Masen yelled. "You pay soccer wif me?"

"Sure, buddy—"

"Uh, not today Masen," I interrupted. "We'll be leaving just as soon as mommy's done getting ready. Remember, you and mommy are staying at my house tonight? And besides your mother would kill me if I let you get all dirty before going to breakfast." Though by the time we got there, it would be lunch time.

Women.

Masen nodded his head. "Oh yeahs. Some otha time?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his politeness.

"Some other time." Jake smiled patting his head.

I was about to give into my urge and rip his hand off when Bella came walking up behind us.

"Oh, hey, Jake." Bella smiled. I scowled. "What's up?"

Jake smirked at me and then turned to her. "I got tickets to the Kid Rock concert next weekend. I remember you telling me you'd really like to see that show … Edward here said he'd be available to watch Masen."

That smug bastard.

Bella turned to look at me expectantly.

"That's not what I said."

She stared at me for a second longer then turned back to Jake. "Sorry Jake. I don't think that'd be appropriate. But thanks for thinking of me."

It was my turn to smirk at the son of a bitch. He took a step away from the door and backed up like she'd thrown hot water over him.

"Yeah, not a problem." He turned to leave but stopped short. "If you change your mind …"

He didn't finish his statement; he just turned on his heel and headed for his house.

I closed the door and followed Bella and Masen into the living room.

"You ready to go?"

She nodded turning off the T.V. Masen had insisted needed to be on. "Yup."

I helped Masen zip up his coat, grabbed Bella's bag, and we were off to IHOP.

We spent most of the drive in comfortable silence while Masen sang to Lady Gaga's 'Poker Face' in the back seat. I wasn't so sure it was a song he should know the words of, but Bella didn't seem bothered by it so I shut my mouth.

"Hey, baby …" I grabbed her hand and she turned to look at me. "If you wanna go to the Kid Rock concert I'm sure I can get us tickets. But, um … thanks for turning him down."

"There was never any other answer, Edward … like you'd ever agree to keep Masen knowing I'm going out with another man …" She laughed, shaking her head. "I am curious to know what you said to him though."

"You really want to know?" I asked, turning to look at her real quick before returning my eyes to the road.

"Yes."

"He told me he was going to ask you to go and asked if I was available to watch my son. Well, I told him I was always available to keep my son. But my girlfriend wouldn't be going anywhere with him."

She looked at me, nodding her head once, but didn't speak. That made me nervous.

"Are you mad at me for telling him about us? Or for answering for you?"

She turned to look at me again. "I'm not mad, so … neither?"

"You're not mad? Then why did you just stop talking?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "I guess I just got a little nostalgic…" She looked out the window again before turning back to me. "It almost feels as though nothing happened … at times like this … I don't know, it just feels like we never broke up. Like we've always been Edward and Bella. But with a family now."

She started crying and if I hadn't been on the highway, I would have pulled over and pulled her into my arms. I settled for comforting her with the touch of my hand.

"I know what you're talking about, baby," I soothed. "And you're right. I get that feeling too. I'm glad we were able to fall right back into being us, again. I missed us."

She turned her tearful eyes back to me and smiled. "I missed us, too. I love you."

"You too, baby."

IHOP was an adventure in itself. Masen wasn't fond of peeing in public restrooms, and of course, he downed two cups of juice, so he was bouncing all over the place being a cranky butt as Bella and I finished our breakfast.

"Go ahead and take him out to the car," I told her as we got up to check out. "I'll be out in a minute."

She nodded, and then helped Masen with his coat. "Come on, Mas. Let's go potty."

I was glad my girl was a genius and insisted we have a potty chair with us whenever we were out and about. I would be extremely glad when he grew out of the stage of going in and out of a bathroom ten times because he's really gotta pee and insists he'll go but then refuses once he's in here.

Yeah, it's not fun.

I was just sliding into the driver side when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out while Masen and Bella argued over a song that was playing on the radio. Apparently, Bella liked the song and Masen claimed he didn't.

I groaned when I saw the name on my caller I.D.—Tanya.

Bella caught my groan and turned to look at me with her hand out. "Give it here." I hesitated a fraction of a second. "I won't let her get to me, Edward. It just really pisses her off that she can't talk to you."

I smiled and handed her the phone. She really was made just for me.

Bella grinned. "I know you haven't had that baby yet, Tanya!"

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