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BPOV

I woke up to an empty bed from the best night's sleep I think I've ever had. I looked toward the ensuite, but the door was open, so I knew Edward wasn't in there. Slipping out of bed, I went searching for him. I padded down the hall, but the living room was empty. I could smell coffee and something sweet and mouthwatering. When I reached the kitchen, my mouth dropped. There was Edward, at the stove, with nothing but a chef's apron on around his waist. Let me tell you, there is absolutely no better sight than my husband's muscular, firm ass! He turned around and caught me staring. Smirking, he asked if I was enjoying the view.

"Yes, I am thank you very much! What are you cooking there?" I walked over and tried to peer around him.

"I'm making my lovely wife strawberry and cream crepes. Now sit your ass down, so I can serve you."

Taking a bite, she moaned, "Oh, my God, Edward. These are fabulous! I had no idea that you could cook."

"Yeah, well my mother tried to teach us all at a young age. Trust me on this... Do Not Eat ANYTHING that Emmett makes. He tries to experiment. It's not pretty. Rose has banned him from the kitchen. He actually put Dad in the hospital once when he was younger. He thought that he could combine dinner with dessert and use whipped cream and strawberries as a center layer for lasagna. The cream curdled in the oven, and we didn't have strawberries, so he used berries on a bush outside, and they weren't edible. Dad had to have his stomach pumped." Edward was laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his face, and he snorted coffee out of his nose. "Mom banned him as well. They had those bushes pulled out of the yard immediately after the incident."

"Oh, my God he is never allowed to step foot into my kitchen." I looked up, and Edward was beaming. "What?"

"You called it your kitchen. It's the first time you said something like that." He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me long and deep.

"It's my living room, too." He kissed me again. "And my bathroom," I moaned as he kissed me yet again. "And my bedroom." He lifted me up as he carried me to said bedroom and proceeded to show me an excellent use of MY bedroom.

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"Where exactly is the range that we're headed to?" I asked, once we were in the car headed out.

"It's at Mom and Dad's house on Mercer Island. We have a barn set up as an indoor range, but we also have an extensive outdoor range. That's what we'll be using today." He explained.

We got out of the car and headed to a very large shed. Inside were eight four-wheelers. "It's a few acres through the woods. This is the easiest way to get there." Edward answered the curious look on my face.

After putting on helmets, we all got on. Alice and Jazz, Carlisle and Esme, Edward and I all coupled up. Rose, Emmett, Garrett, and Seth got on their own vehicles. The latter two each had a large duffle bag and an equally large cooler strapped to a cargo bar on the back of theirs. The ride was so much fun. We raced the whole way. I clutched onto Edward's waist and was screaming in laughter. "We have got to do that more often. I loved it!" I exclaimed excitedly when we got to the range.

Seth and Garrett carried the duffle bags over to a shooting bench and opened them up, revealing several handguns, a few rifles, and a ton of ammunition.

"That looks just like my dad's service gun," I commented. "I shot that more times than I can count. He also taught me to shoot a .12 gauge pump action shotgun and a .30-06 semi-automatic rifle."

"That's good, baby. Show me what you've got." He handed me one of the Glock 21's a .45 mm, and I chambered a round. Aiming, I fired the first shot at the target 100 feet away. I hit just off center.

"Damn, Baby Belle's a crack-shot. Remind me not to get on her bad side," Emmett joked.

"Yeah, and she proved last night that she can throw-down too," Jazz added.

We practiced for hours. After Edward assured himself that we could all handle the Glock .36's, he taught us how to throw knives. It was more awkward than shooting, but by the time he was done, we were all proficient… Rose had the best aim with the knives, by far.

"I got in touch with Jenks this morning, and by this time tomorrow, you'll have 'permits' to carry a concealed weapon. They will pass the most stringent scrutiny. I don't want any of you to get in trouble for having an illegal weapon." Edward really does think of everything.

Esme had packed a picnic feast, knowing that everyone would be famished by the time we were done.

I smirked and looked over to Emmett. "Please tell me you did not help cook anything?"

Emmett pouted, while everyone else broke out in laughter. "He told you about the stomach pumping incident, didn't he?"

"Yup, so you can just stay the hell out of my kitchen," I laughed, teasing him.

"Rosie, I wanna bake something."

"Not a chance in hell."

"Mooooom…"

"I'm sorry, Son. One hospitalization was enough for me."

"Pix…"

"Oh, Fuck No! I had to throw out perfectly good cookware after I let you the last time. You cannot burn a white cake mix to make chocolate cake. Every time I turned the oven on, I could smell that for a month."

"Tell me he didn't really do that?"

"Yes, he did."

"It came out the right color!"

"He tried to make salsa once…" Rose started.

"The recipe said a quarter cup of cinnamon."

"No…it said a quarter of a cup of cilantro. There is no cinnamon in salsa. You tried to go by memory, and cinnamon was the only ingredient you could think of that started with a 'c'."

"Emmett, I'm telling you right now. STAY. OUT. OF. MY. KITCHEN. Or else. Got it?" I looked down to my gun and back up to him. He gulped. I smirked. He got it.

We packed up shortly later. On the way home, I looked at Edward. "Thank you for today. I had so much fun, and it really got my mind off of everything. I needed that."

"I know you did, sweetheart." He smiled over at me. "I am proud of you. You have had so much thrown at you recently, yet you've handled everything with grace and dignity. I don't know of anyone else who could go from having nothing, to having the world handed to them, quite literally, with the amount of humility you have."

"I don't think that it's really sunk in completely yet. I keep pinching myself, thinking I must be dreaming. Things like this just doesn't happen. You know?"

"This is no dream, baby. You happen to be a billionaire. Just the accounts and investments alone, add up to close to that. Add in the property, businesses, and personal possessions, yeah…well into the billions."

"We. We are billionaires. We are in this together. I can't do this without you." I shook my head…still not completely believing it.

When we got home, I asked Edward what he wanted for dinner. Neither of us were particularly hungry, after all the food his Mom had brought with her today. So I suggested a light dinner of chicken caesar salads. He thought that sounded good, so I got to work prepping everything. Once the chicken was marinating, I made my homemade dressing, grated fresh parmesan cheese, and tore up the romaine lettuce. The stove had a grill burner on one side, so I cooked the chicken on that.

"Damn, sweetheart, where did you get the dressing for this? It's delicious," Edward complimented me.

"I made it. My dad taught me everything I know about cooking. My mom was almost as bad in the kitchen as Emmett. She tried to experiment too, but at least she never sent anyone to the hospital."

"What was her worst?"

"She liked to try to make health drinks. Let's just say that some flavors were never meant to be blended together; Like beets and pineapple, or mint and oranges."

"Oh, fuck, that sounds kinda like brushing your teeth and then drinking orange juice without thinking."

"Exactly!"

Just as we finished eating, Edward's phone rang. I noticed him frown at the caller ID, before he went into his office to answer it. While I waited for him to finish, I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. I figured that he was being called about a business matter, and didn't want to disturb him.

Half an hour later, he joined me in the living room, where I had the television on. He looked forlorn, almost as if he was afraid to tell me something. He pulled me up into a tight hug and buried his face in my hair.

"You're scaring me Edward. What's wrong?"

"I really don't want to tell you this, but I have no choice. That was Jane, your grandfather's nurse. He just passed away, about an hour ago, in his sleep."

It was a good thing that Edward was holding me so tightly, because my legs gave out, and everything faded to blackness.

The next thing that I realized, was that I was lying in our bed and could hear voices.

"Mom, why won't she wake up? It's been almost ten hours." Edward was whispering.

"Her body went into shock. The poor dear has had too much thrown at her in the last few months. It's her body's way of giving her a break. Aro's death was just the last straw, and she couldn't take any more. She is fine. She's breathing normally, her pulse is good. When her mind has had time to process everything, she'll wake up." Esme responded to him, just as quietly.

"Edward?" I croaked out. My throat was dry, and it hurt to talk. "It wasn't a bad dream, was it?"

"No, sweetheart, it wasn't."

"Here, dear, drink some water. It will make your throat less sore." Esme handed me a glass of ice cold water. I drank the whole thing without even stopping for a breath.

"Careful, I don't want you choking."

"Edward, how can he be gone? I just found him." The tears were streaming down my face.

"He was a very sick man, sweetheart. We knew that. Jane said that he passed peacefully, that he was happy, because he got to meet you. She said that she believes he had been holding on for the past year, hoping for just that."

"What do we do now?" I ask him weakly.

"Well, Dad contacted the funeral home and started making arrangements. It's Friday now. The wake will be Monday thru Wednesday. Services will be held on Thursday. Our church is going to preside over them. We are going to have him buried in our family plot, so you can visit him whenever you want. My grandfather called Aro's lawyer. His will is to be read on Monday."

"I wish he could be buried next to my parents. So I could visit with them also. I was never able to go to the cemetery to see them. And now, I can't even go to Forks." I started crying again. "Billy has always made sure to keep me as far away from the cemetery as possible."

"We can have them moved here also, if you'd like." Edward offered.

"You'd do that for me?" I couldn't believe he would do that for me.

"Of course I would. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." He really is the most thoughtful man I have ever met. "I'll make a call to Jenks. He'll be able to cut through the red tape. They should be able to be laid to rest the same day."

"Oh, Rose and Alice have been securing every hotel room they can. I'm sure that there will be a lot of out-of-town people attending the services. His men have been calling everybody he had placed on a list to be notified."

"Thank you so much. For everything."

"There's not need to thank me, you're my wife, and of course I would do everything in my power for you."

"I love you, Edward Anthony Cullen."

"I love you too, Isabella Marie Cullen, formerly Volturi-Swan."