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CHAPTER 36

The drive to Ocean Shore took close to four hours, though we only stopped three times. Liam wasn't feelin' the ride, which made it very difficult to keep him entertained, add that to Masen's whining over Liam's whining—yeah, the four-hour ride was a load of fun.

I tried telling Edward not to let him take his morning nap, but he swore he'd sleep in the car, because don't you know, all babies sleep in the car. I wanted to point out that no, not all babies sleep in the car, especially if they're not tired in the least. Some babies, apparently those that carried Edward's genes, didn't particularly find the car tiring.

Masen never slept in the car either, especially after just waking up from a nap.

"It's about time, good God," Alice grumbled when we walked through the door.

"Alice," Edward warned, taking in my irritated expression, while Masen took off in search of McKenzie.

"No, babe, it's okay." I smiled, pulling Liam from his car seat. The poor baby was sweating to death; you'd think he was dressed in wool, instead of a simple onesie. "She'll figure it out soon enough."

Alice's expression softened greatly. "I'm sorry," she sighed, pulling Liam out of my arms. "I'm being a bitch, again."

I laughed. "It's okay—I of all people get it."

She giggled, her head bobbing up and down as she nodded frantically, but Edward spoke before she had a chance to say anything else. "I'm going to get the bags." He didn't wait for a response before walking back outside. Alice and I both laughed and headed into the house, in search of everyone else.

"Oh, good," Esme squealed coming down the stairs. "You made it."

"Yeah," I replied, sitting in a chair in the living room, next to Rosalie. "Liam wasn't really feelin' the ride."

"He didn't sleep?" Rose asked, while Alice and Liam sat down on the couch, quickly followed by Esme.

I rolled my eyes. "No. Edward let him take his morning nap."

Esme laughed, shaking her head. "That must have been a fun ride."

"Oh, it was a blast. His screams are still echoing in my head." Everyone busted out laughing. We were still laughing when Edward came in the door, suitcases and Carlisle in tow.

He stopped to my right, turning to Carlisle. "Downstairs?" he asked.

"Yeah," Carlisle supplied. "We set up the nursery in your old room, moved you guys to the back—"

"I go swimmin?" Masen bellowed coming up the stairs with Emmett, Jasper, and McKenzie.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Emmett assured, before turning to his wife. "Is her suit still packed?"

"Yeah," Rosalie replied, as she stood to take McKenzie back downstairs to change.

"I go swimmin?" Masen asked again, this time standing right in front of me. "Pwease?" he tried again, this time pleading with his eyes.

I looked to Edward; he just shrugged and walked down the stairs. "I don't care," I answered, turning back to Masen. "But you better listen to Uncle Emmett—go ask your Dad to get your trunks out."

"Okay," he squealed, running down the stairs after Edward.

"Uh, Bells?"

I turned my attention to Alice, and nearly fell out of my seat when I saw the look on her face. "What?" I giggled, already knowing what she wanted.

"I think he might need to be changed." She gagged, pushing Liam into my arms when I stood up.

"Seriously, Alice?"

"What? That shit stinks. It smells like rotten eggs."

Esme and I both laughed, but Esme was the first to talk. "Better get used to it, dear; I'm sure theirs won't smell like roses."

Alice started gagging again, this time getting up off the couch and backing away from Liam and I.

"I'm going." I laughed. "Do you have a poopy butt?" I cooed, looking down at Liam as we headed down the stairs. He just smiled, kicking his little feet happily.

Alice was right; it really did smell like rotten eggs.

"Ohh, Daddy," I called, walking into the bedroom. "I think someone needs a diaper change."

Edward was standing by the bed, his hand in his hair while a naked Masen stood next to him, clothes spewed all over the bed.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. "What's wrong?"

"Are these, his swim trunks?" Edward asked, holding up a pair of red, Lightening McQueen, swim trunks.

"Um, yeah?" I asked, a bit confused by the question. Did they not look like swim trunks? They're obviously not his, so that'd make them Masen's, right?

"No!" Masen cried, shaking his head. "I want Nemo!"

Ahh, now I understand.

"Masen, honey, your Nemo trunks don't fit anymore," I reasoned. "You like McQueen."

"I want Nemo," he whined again.

Edward took Liam out of my hands, laying him on the bed to change his diaper, while I turned back to Masen. "Honey, we don't have your Nemo trunks, so if you want to go swimming you're going to have to wear McQueen, or Thomas."

"Thomas?" Masen and Edward both asked.

I nodded, going over to Masen's open suitcase. They weren't there. "I know I packed them," I said, looking around the mess. "There—under Liam, well, under his head."

Edward grabbed them, and handed them to Masen; he of course took them and put them on.

"I thought I'd take Liam in," Edward said, unsnapping Liam's onesie. I nodded, but didn't get a chance to say anything.

"No," Masen snipped. "He not go swimmin. He too little."

"Yes, Mas," Edward replied, while I turned around to look at Masen. He was scowling at his father and brother. Oh, joy. "He is little, but that doesn't mean we can't take him in the water—we just have to hold him."

"No," Masen shrieked. "You hasda pay wiff me."

Edward bowed his head in defeat, wiping Liam's little butt. "Masen, you'll be playing with McKenzie … and I will play with you, I promise."

"No," Masen whined. "I don't want Wiam to go in da water."

"Masen," I said. "Liam is going to go in the water with your dad. You wanted to go in to play with McKenzie—you didn't even know Daddy was going to be going in. Now, he said he'll play with you, and he'll play with you, but I will not listen to this all weekend, Masen Anthony. I mean it."

Masen nodded his pouty head, and walked solemnly out of the bedroom. I felt bad scolding him, but it was really getting tiresome. I knew he was having a hard time adjusting, but he was becoming quite the handful these past few weeks—I could only imagine what it would be like once the girls came.

Edward and I telling him that Liam would only be around some of the time really bit us in the ass, but how were we to know the psycho, that is Liam's mother, would just up and abandon the child she schemed and connived to get?

{Flashback}

"When he go home?" Masen asked about six days after Tanya came up missing.

He had just gotten into trouble for screaming at some cartoon on T.V., after being asked multiple times to keep it down so his father could get a cranky baby to sleep. Liam was sucking greedily on a bottle in Edward's arms and his eyes were extremely heavy. He was seconds away from falling asleep, and about the time he would start to doze off, Masen would scream, causing Liam to jump and start crying.

It was getting tiresome.

"Uh …" Edward stuttered, turning to look at me.

"Masen," I said, going to sit on the couch, opposite Edward. "Honey, come sit down for a minute."

Slowly, Masen made his way to the couch, cautiously watching the two of us as he climbed between Edward and me.

"We, um … actually Masen, Liam will be staying with us … all the time, now?" I knew it came out as more of a question, but I was really at a loss for words.

"Why he not go to his house?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

I pulled him onto my lap, and gently ran my fingers down his cheek, as I spoke, "Because, honey. Daddy is his daddy too, and he's going to live with daddy now."

"He's my Daddy," Masen whimpered, turning to look at Edward and Liam. "I don't wike Wiam. He can't have my daddy."

"Masen, honey," I scolded, though my voice wasn't at all harsh. He didn't ask for any of this, nor did he understand it. "That's not very nice. Your daddy will always be your daddy, just like he's always going to be their daddy." I was touching my abdomen when I said the last part.

Masen crossed his arms over his chest, furrowed his brow, and pouted like it was nobody's business. I would have laughed at him had we not needed to deal with it.

"Aw, come on, little man," Edward said, then looked up to me. "Baby, can you take him, please?" I nodded, shifting Masen off my lap.

After giving Liam to me, Edward pulled Masen onto his lap. "Why don't you like Liam?" he asked, rubbing Masen's back lovingly.

"Cause you don't pay cars wiff me no more," Masen explained. "You says—"

"Okay," Edward said, cutting him off as realization dawned on him. "I said we couldn't play cars then, Masen, and I did play cars with you, last night before bed, remember?"

Masen nodded. "But I wanna pay cars now," he whined.

Edward looked to me, cocking his eyebrow before turning his attention back to Masen. "Did you ask to play cars, Masen?"

"No, I was watchin Scooby," he retorted, matter-of-factly. "But I wanna pay cars now."

Edward shook his head, chuckling a bit. "We can play cars, Mas, but you have to remember, we can't read your mind."

Masen squealed, jumping off Edward's lap.

"Masen!" I called getting his attention. He was halfway down the hall already. "Come back here, please?" He came back, stopping directly in front of me. "Daddy's going to play with you now, but you have to remember that just because we may tell you no, not right now, that doesn't mean we're not going to, it just means, not right now. Okay?"

"Okay, momma." Masen nodded. "Can I get my cars, now?"

"Are you going to be nicer to your brother?" He nodded, again. "And stop making your dad feel bad all the time?" He nodded. "Then yes, you can go get your cars."

He didn't need to be told twice, he took off like a bat out of hell toward his bedroom.

"Thanks, Bells," Edward said, bring my attention to him.

I smiled, nodding slightly. "I doubt we've seen the last of this."

"Oh, I'm sure we haven't—I can only imagine how it'll be when these two come."

{End Flashback}

"You gonna go in, baby?" Edward asked once Masen took off.

I shook my head, crawling onto the bed. "Nuh uh, I'm gonna take a nap."

Edward chuckled. "Okay, but you do know you could nap by the pool, right?"

I furrowed my brow, considering his suggestion.

Why not? I thought getting back off the bed.

I shrugged. "Okay."

Edward chuckled, again, as he picked up a freshly diapered Liam. "There ya go, little guy."

I smiled, placing a kiss on Edward's lips and Liam's head, before turning to rifle through our suitcase to find my bathing suit.


"Oh, my God, that is sooo cute!" Alice squealed when Edward, Liam, and I walked into the pool area. I looked around, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

"Your cover up," she clarified, as I walked in the direction of the girls, Edward joining the boys in the water.

"Uh, thanks? I got it at Motherhood," I said, looking down to my plain brown cover-up.

"You went shopping without me?" she asked.

Oh, boy, here we go, I thought, setting my bag on the chaise lounge next to Alice.

"When I went to pick up some clothes for Liam," I answered. "I decided to stop into Motherhood."

"Why didn't you call me?" she pouted, crossing her arms over her pregnant belly.

"Because I wasn't shopping, Alice," I answered, sitting down. "I had both boys, and I just needed to pick up a few things—quick in, and out."

Alice huffed, but didn't say anything else. Neither did I. Instead, I adverted my attention to Masen, who was splashing away in the waiting pool with McKenzie.

Carlisle and Esme have owned the beach house since we were all children, our families used to vacation there all the time while we were growing up. Edward and I spent a lot of time there when we dated the first time—when we were in Washington that is.

They designed it to be kid friendly, so the pool had a shallow end, as well as a little waiting pool. Though the waiting pool was new, I imagine they added it when McKenzie came along. They've done some minor updating throughout the years, but for the most part the house has remained the same.

I liked the enclosed pool; it was nice to be able to swim regardless of the weather outside. The pool was heated, as was the pool house, so you could swim when it was too cold to be swimming in the ocean.

There was a large outdoor kitchen on the upper level deck, which had an awning over it to protect it from the elements. There was also a large eating area, with a huge outdoor dining table, and lots of loungers spread about.

And the ocean…Oh. My. God. The view was spectacular.

I absolutely loved going to Ocean Shore.


"Bells … baby?" Edward whispered, lightly caressing my cheek.

I must have fallen asleep, I thought opening my eyes, smiling softly at Edward.

"We're heading in," he explained, placing a kiss on my lips. "Everyone's going out for dinner. You up for it?"

I stretched out, extending my arms high above my head. Damn did it feel good to stretch. "Yeah, what time is it?" I asked looking around to find the pool house was empty.

"Almost four," he supplied, helping me sit up.

"Are you serious?" I asked, shoving my stuff back in my bag. "Why'd you let me sleep all day?"

"Because you needed it," he answered, taking my hand in his, leading me back into the house. "And we're on vacation, if you wanna sleep, I'm gonna let you sleep."

"Thank you," I sighed, locking my arm with his and snuggling into his side.

"Not necessary, baby," he retorted, kissing my forehead.

"Where's Masen and Liam?" I asked, walking into the bedroom.

"Liam's taking a nap," he stated, closing the door behind us. "And Masen's down at the beach with mom, dad, and McKenzie." I nodded, just as Edward wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"Care to join me in the shower?" he whispered, gently nipping at my neck. I whimpered when he moved his hands slowly up my sides, to my breasts, gently kneading them in his hands.

"Ye-yeees," I moaned out, when he shoved his hands down the top of my suit, tweaking my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck, baby. Does that feel good?" he grunted against my neck, while his hands did wonderful things to my breasts.

I whimpered out my response, letting my head flop back against Edward's shoulder. There I was, standing in the middle of the bedroom, moaning and groaning like a dog in heat, totally at the mercy of my boyfriends very talented hands—and I couldn't have been happier.

"Oh, Edward," I moaned, pushing my chest further into his very capable hands.

He pinched and pulled at my nipples, while his mouth continued to pay homage on my neck and shoulder. I was a whimpering mess of need, the pregnancy was definitely doing strange things to my body, because I was on the verge of falling over the edge any second—and he hadn't even touched my hoo-ha, yet.

As if sensing my pending release, Edward pinched my nipples, hard, as he twisted them.

"Oh, fuck!" I belted out, finding my release.

I was so caught up in my release, I didn't even realize we were moving, or Edward's hands leaving my top and entering my bottoms.

"Jesus, baby," he moaned, nipping at my shoulder. "You're so fucking wet—I can just imagine sliding my dick inside you." I whimpered, thrusting my ass against his trunk covered cock, in need.

"Oh, please do, Edward. Please, fuck me."

Edward groaned, pulling my swimsuit cover over my head. My top and bottoms were the next to go, followed by Edward's swim trunks. He wasted no time getting me into the shower, and situating me against the back wall.

My body was arched at a very awkward angle because of my belly, while both my hands and my right cheek were laying flush against the shower tiles. His lips were nipping and sucking at my wet skin, and the water was spraying all around us. Yes, it was semi-uncomfortable, but whatever, I was about to get fucked, so I went with it.

"Edward," I moaned, pushing my ass back, urging him to move forward.

He wrapped one arm protectively around my stomach, his hand resting on the top of the roundness to keep me stabilized, while his other hand held me firmly in place by my hip.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. I nodded fiercely, and he thrusted forward, burying himself deep within me.

"Oh, shit … Edward …."

"Fuck, Bella!" he grunted against my back, my second orgasm quickly flooding my body. "You're wetter then I imagined, baby—and the way you're tightening around my cock right now … Fuck! Your tight pussy's gonna milk me for everything I've got, ain't it, baby?"

Something else that occurred over the past few weeks—my libido was out of this fucking world, and it seemed the dirtier he talked to me, the wetter I became. I may have even had an orgasm, or two—or maybe four—off his words alone, though he didn't need to know that. I didn't want to inflate his head anymore than it already was, and that would definitely give him a big head.

I moaned, pushing back with his thrust forward. Taking the hand that was resting on my belly; I placed it on my breast, which was another thing that was quite different this time around, my tits were almost as sensitive as my clit was—almost.

Edward of course took initiative, and started kneading and groping the sensitive mound in his hand, occasionally pinching and pulling at my nipples. I could feel my third orgasm quickly approaching as Edward continued to piston in and out of me, the force of his thrusts getting harder and faster with each and every one.

"Are you close, baby?" he grunted against my neck, before taking the supple flesh between his teeth, eliciting a moan from me.

"Oh, yes, Edward … I'm … oh, God …." Edward dropped the hand that was on my hip, to my clit, and started rubbing, while his other hand continued to work over my breast.

"Fuck!" he hissed against my ear, his lips brushing against it, causing more erotic energy to pulse through me, in turn making me explode all around him—indeed milking him for everything he was worth.


We ended up going to a local pizza place, Dugan's Pizza, for dinner. We ordered six large pizzas, a few pitchers of beer, along with a few pitchers of water and pop, and had a great time. The girls sat around the big table just shooting the shit, while the guys and kids played video games.

It was close to ten by the time we got back to the beach house, and the kids were more than ready for bed. Masen had been getting whinier by the minute, while McKenzie was just turning into a brat. Typical McKenzie. I love the kid to death, but she could definitely be a handful. She was 100% her mother's child.

"Daddy and I will be right down stairs," I told Masen, tucking him in for the night. "The monitor is on, so all you have to do is talk—just like at home, okay?"

Masen nodded. "Okay, momma," he said, followed by a yawn.

"I mean it, Masen, you go to sleep. If I hear you talking or playing, you're going to be sleeping downstairs with your dad and me, for the rest of the weekend. Understood?"

"Yes, momma." He yawned again.

"That goes for you, too, McKenzie," Rosalie added, standing up from the edge of McKenzie's bed.

Esme re-did McKenzie's room at the beach house to accommodate both her, and Masen. Meaning it was now suitable for either a boy or a girl, and the kids could share without the other being over powered with too much girl, or too much boy.

She didn't do this because there wasn't enough room in the house, but, because it was pretty much a given that, if McKenzie and Masen were going to sleep in the same house, they were going to sleep in the same room.

She also decorated two nurseries for Liam and Michael, both only being separated from the given parent by a bathroom. It was actually kind of nice, and very convenient. Another thing that was nice about the house was the privacy you got. All of the bedroom's were separated out, and had adjoining bathroom's—it was pretty much like having your own hotel suite, but with added comfort of being close to family.

Once Rose and I finished tucking in the kids, we both headed to our own rooms, to change and check on the sleeping little ones. The grown-ups were going to be watching a movie in the state of the art theater, and I was most definitely going to be comfortable for that—and Rose, well she just didn't like clothes. She was a lot like me in that sense, I'd much rather be in my yoga pants and a t-shirt if I was chillin' at home.

"You cold, baby?" Edward asked, when I walked into the theater room wearing a pair of plaid pink flannel pajama pants, and a gray long sleeved t-shirt.

"No," I answered, cuddling into his side on one of the white over-sized chairs. "Not yet."

"I brought a blanket, Bells," Edward retorted, lifting the blanket that lay across his legs. I just shrugged, not saying anything in return because the movie was starting.

We ended up watching the movie, New Moon, from the Twilight Saga, because Alice was craving—her words, not mine—a shirtless Taylor Lautner. Pregnancy does some strange things, just sayin'. It was an all right movie, I guess. The lead character, Robbie Pat's character, didn't have nearly enough scenes for my liking. I was greatly disappointed, but luckily, my Robbie Pat look alike took it upon himself to distract me from the disappointment that was New Moon.

By the time we made it to our room that night, I was sopping wet and more than ready for Edward. I ended up riding him nice and slow, while his hands roamed freely over my naked body. Caressing, and loving my supple skin with his touch alone. After finding our releases, we fell asleep, perfectly content, and sated, in each other's arms—right where we both belonged.

It was a good day, and an excellent way to begin the first of many holiday weekends together. I had never been happier or surer of my decisions then I was in that very moment. Edward loved me, and at the end of the day, that was all that matter. As long as we had each other, we could survive anything. Of that, I was positive.


Saturday morning the wind was high when we got up, so we went to The Cutting Edge Kite Shop, and headed down to the beach.

It was fun, walking along the beach, hand in hand with Edward. Liam was strapped across Edward's chest, taking in the scenery, while Masen ran about with McKenzie. The rest of the family was there, but they kept to themselves. It was a nice way to spend the morning, and I found myself excited as I envisioned the twins running about these beaches, their big brothers, and cousins chasing after them.

I couldn't help the content sigh that escaped, or the smile that was covering my face, and of course, Edward noticed, though I wasn't trying to hide it.

"What's got you so happy?" he asked, nudging me with his shoulder, making Liam jiggle about a bit, in turn, making him laugh.

"This," I answered as if it was the most obvious answer. "I never thought he'd see this, Edward—and to think that not only will he have years and years of summer fun here, he'll have all this family. His family to enjoy it with—sisters and a brother, all these cousins, his grandparents … you … I'm just so happy, Edward. I never thought we'd be here …."

"Baby," Edward soothed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. I took Liam's chubby little foot in my hand, lightly caressing the bare skin with my thumb as we walked.

"I always hoped we would," he continued, kissing the side of my head. "But I never really thought we would either—at least I didn't until I saw you in the bar that night, I don't know, I think I knew then we'd find our way back to each other. The truth is, Bella, I've loved you for, well, I can't ever remember not loving you, so—I'm happy too, baby. I can't imagine my life without you or Masen in it … and Liam, now."

I looked up to him, he was looking down at Liam, and he looked so … sad.

"Hey," I said, stopping, pulling Edward to a stop as well. "Don't feel bad about that, you didn't know, and under the circumstances, I don't think anyone would ever look down on you for it, and if they do, fuck 'em! You didn't run from your responsibilities, Edward. You faced them head on, and at the end of the day, you love that little boy. He will never, ever, know any different. I promise you that."

Edward actually had tears in his eyes, when he leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips. "Thank you," he whispered against them. "For everything, but mostly for being you. You have been absolutely wonderful through all of this, and I don't think I could have done it without you. So, thank you."

I smiled, shrugging. "I love you, and as far as I'm concerned there was never any other choice. I wasn't any better about this then you were." I knew I didn't need to clarify exactly what this I was talking about. "But the truth is, Edward, I love him like he's my own. I can't picture life without him in it."

Liam chose that moment to grab my nose, making Edward and I both laugh, as well as effectively breaking our little moment.

"I love you," Edward whispered as we made our way over to the rest of the family.

I smiled, leaning into him a bit. "I love you, too."


After dinner, which was a family barbeque on the expansive deck, we decided to go down to the private beach, and build a bonfire to watch the sunset and fireworks. Emmett brought his Jeep down and took the kids out for rides. He and Edward were like little kids themselves when you got them on the beach in a four-wheel drive vehicle. I'm not sure what the excitement was, considering it's a beach, but they'd done it since they were old enough to drive.

I was a little apprehensive about having Liam down there for the fireworks, especially since he and Masen seem to be so much alike, and Masen hated loud sounds as an infant, but Liam loved the shit out of them. At first, he'd jump and whimper a bit with the first initial BOOM, but once he saw the pretty colors in the sky, he was all smiles and coos.

Sharing the moment with Edward set forth a wide array of mixed emotions for me. On one hand I was happy he was able to experience it, and even more happy that Tanya wasn't. Yet so much happier she didn't get to experience it with either of them. It also saddened me that he didn't get to witness the freak out of all freak out's that was Masen's first fireworks show—and he was nearly a year old at the time.

I tried not to dwell on it too much; I tried to think of all the positives. Like the fact that he was able to experience it with him tonight, and they really seemed to be enjoying themselves. Masen would "ooh" and Edward would "ahh" at all the right spots, and if you were an outsider, looking in, you'd never even know they'd only technically known each other for a little less than six months, and yet they're father and son. No, no one could ever tell. The love, devotion and admiration in both of their eyes was blinding, and they're bond was never ending, never dying—an eternal flame.

Once again, it was enough to put a smile on my face, and I found myself no longer saddened—no longer burdened by the past. I found myself happy and hopeful for the future. Edward was right; we couldn't continue to dwell on the past. We can't fix it, and we can't change it. All we can do is learn from it, and that's exactly what I did. I learned from it. I would never doubt Edward's love and devotion to me again, and I most certainly wouldn't make assumptions; because we all know what they say about assumptions—they make an ass out of you and me, and I was definitely an ass in that situation.


On Sunday, Edward and I spent the day with Masen, while Liam spent the day with Esme and Carlisle. It was a good day, we started out down at the beach building sandcastles, which Masen thought was the coolest thing ever.

Masen was staring intently at his castle. "It needs a oat."

"An oat?" Edward asked, furrowing his brow.

"Uh huh." Masen nodded. "A oat."

Edward turned to look at me, his hand in his hair. "An oat?"

I shrugged, turning to Masen. "Honey, what's an oat?"

"It has water—"

"Oh," Edward laughed, cutting him off. "A moat …."

"Yeah, a oat," Masen repeated, obviously annoyed that we didn't know what he was talking about.

"We can definitely build a moat, little man," Edward said, going back to work as I supervised, because, well, it was next to impossible to get off the ground once I was there.

After we were done with sandcastles, we hit the Pacific Paradise Family Fun Center for some mini golf. That was an adventure itself. I'm positive, that had Masen not been with us, Edward would have taken me at some point while we were there.

I'm not sure what it was, but once we got there, neither of us could keep our hands or mouths, off the other. We were definitely border lining what they considered appropriate PDA in front of a small child. Luckily, we didn't have many people around us, so we didn't hear any snide comments coming from strangers, only the occasional, "EW!" from Masen.

After our little display at the mini golf course, we decided we should probably treat the kid to some ice cream. He, of course, was over the moon excited at the prospect of ice cream, and I'm not too proud to admit I was just as excited.

We ended up going to Murphy's Homemade Ice Cream & Fudge, it was my favorite ice cream place in the area, and I made sure I went there at least once when I was in Ocean Shore. I got the Chocolate Rainforest — chocolate, caramel and cashews — a pregnant woman's wet dream. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to add a pickle. Edward said I was crazy — he ended up getting White Licorice ice cream, while Masen got plain ol' chocolate.

We also got some Fudge, both chocolate and peanut butter, to take with us.

All in all, the day—weekend was perfect, and I'm looking forward to many more to come.

**Author's Note**

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