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Chapter Three: The Offer

EPOV

The guys were doing excellent at their practice. We ran a few drills, then started practicing on the game plans. Alex and Ian seemed to like their job. They were passing out basketballs to the players and were actually coaching them to work harder and to run faster.

I liked my job here as coach. The guys seemed to enjoy it too. We would play music in the locker rooms to get the excitement going, and we'd actually have fun during the practices. What also made me happy was that they liked having Alex and Ian around. They call them "mini-coaches".

I was just settling in my office when I heard a soft knock on the open door. I looked up to see…

"Jacob."

I got up and we embraced in the man-hug. "What are you doing here?" I asked when we pulled away.

He shrugged. "Are you busy being a pansy husband to read the newspaper?" He handed me the paper he was holding and I read the headline. Washington University Basketball Coach Fired.

I looked at Jacob. He hasn't changed much. Just add a few grey hairs. "That coach was 5-3."

He ran his hand through his hair. "He doesn't cut it. I'm trying to run a program."

Alex and Ian came in through my office, carrying bottles of water and Gatorade.

"Hey, boys," I said to them. "You remember Jacob? We played college b-ball together."

"Yeah, the mutt," Ian said, smiling brightly.

I gave him a look. Not in front of the mutt, boys.

"Mom said it first," Ian shrugged. He looked like he could read my thoughts. He inherited that from me.

Even though Bailey and Jordyn were our first set of twins and were fraternal, Alex and Ian were identical. They had their mother's heart-shaped face, lips, nose, and eye-color. They had my hair-color, except Alex's was slightly darker than Ian's. Ian also had a little freckle above his eyebrow when Alex didn't.

"We're having adult time, boys," Jacob said, in a way asking them to leave.

"No idea what that means," Alex replied.

I cleared my throat. "Well, it's a time where adults actually get to have a conversation without being interrupted by kids," I explained.

"Sounds really boring," Alex complained as Ian nodded his head.

"Yes it is," Jacob said. "Now why don't you two run along and play with the big boys?"

Now they knew that was their cue to leave.

"Mom's right, he is a dog," Ian whispered loudly to Alex. I knew that if I could hear him, then Jake must've heard him.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Bella likes you, it's just that she had to have the best player on the team." I smiled to myself.

Back in college, Jacob had a thing for Bella while I was dating her but Bella didn't even give him the time of day.

"Yup, she picked the star player," he mumbled. "Then you got all this." He looked around the room.

My office was filled with my awards from high school, college, and for being best coach of the year. Four years in a row, in fact.

"So, are you going to tell me why you're here or were you just here to show this article?" I pointed to the paper in my hands.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, Washington's a winning machine. So, do you think you can make our old team a champion again?"

My eyes grew wide. "You mean, as coach?"

He nodded. "Coach."

I felt a smile grow across my face, taking this all in. This would be such a great opportunity. Man, being back at Washington University, it'd be great. But that would mean we would have to move closer. We'd have to be living in Port Angeles.

"I'll get back to you, Jake."

Third Person POV

"Edward, what is it?" Bella asked as Edward dragged her down the stairs to the laundry room. "Just tell me."

"Hold on," he said. He went to the washer and dryer machine and turned them on, knowing that the kids could easily hear their conversation.

He was right. Andrew, Evan, Bailey, Jordyn, Shey and Mason were at the door.

"Dad's covered with the machines," Andrew announced as he pulled his ear away from the door.

"To the chute!" Mason exclaimed.

"This must be big news then," Bella said. She saw the smile plastered on her husband's face when he came home from work. It made her very curious.

"Jacob wants me to coach the Trojans," he admitted.

Bella's jaw dropped. "No way."

"It'd be a five year contract. He even offered housing allowance and moving expenses," Edward explained, getting excited over this. "Bella, we can get new furniture. Even a new car! I also did some research. University employees can send their kids to school for free! Isn't that great?"

"Wow," Bella breathed out. This is a lot to take in, she thought. She walked to the clean clothes pile and started folding them. "Honey, the coaching job. It's a lot more pressure and more hours than you get here."

Edward nodded, helping Bella with the folding. "True, but all the kids will be in school next year. We could handle more job pressure."

"Yeah, but Forks is our home. The kids' lives are here."

Little did they know, that right behind them, Mason was quietly hanging in the chute upside down and listening to every word. The rest of them were upstairs holding on tightly to the rope that was holding Mason.

"Forks has been great for raising the kids," Edward admitted, "but I never wanted them to sacrifice the way that I did…"

Bella looked at him. "You loved your childhood."

"Yes, except for the old hand-me-down part."

"Trojans head coach, huh?" Bella asked, taking it all in. "It's your dream job, isn't it?"

Edward nodded. He held onto both of Bella's hands and rubbed his thumbs against them. "I really want this one, baby."

"Let's talk to the kids," she said. They turned towards the door, letting go of one hand, still holding the other.

"How do you think they'll handle it?" he asked, shutting the door behind them.

Mason lightly tapped his foot against the metal walls of the chute, letting the others know that it was time to pull him up.

The kids pulled him up with all their might. Mason appeared, facing them. His brown shaggy hair all over the place as he hung upside down.

"We're gonna move!" he said to his brothers and sisters.

The kids' jaws dropped and they accidently let go of the rope holding Mason.

Mason screamed on his way down and landed in the laundry basket at the bottom of the shoot.

"Mase, you okay?" Andrew called.

"That was awesome!" he called back. "Let's do it again!"

5 p.m.

The kids were sitting, very unhappily, on the steps of the porch. Edward was setting up the camera as Bella was instructing everyone to sit.

"Okay, I'm gonna set the timer and I want everyone to give me a big 'cheese!'" Edward said.

The kids didn't move or say anything. They were dressed in Christmas colored clothing, except for…

"Riley, do you have to wear black?" Bella asked as Riley sat down.

"Black works, Mom," Kenleigh said. "Jesus had his funeral on Christmas."

"He died on Easter, Malibu Barbie," Andrew corrected.

"Whatever," Kenleigh rolled her eyes.

"He was resurrected on Easter, you idiot," Jordyn corrected Andrew.

Andrew lightly hit her in the back of the head. "Shut up."

"Don't touch me!"

Just like that, all the kids started arguing for no reason.

Bella crossed her arms and Edward came up from behind the camera.

"Hey!" he yelled, and the kids quieted down. "What's all the fighting about?"

"Exactly when did you plan on telling us about moving?" Shey asked.

"I'm not moving, Dad!" Mason yelled.

All twelve started yelling and screaming, Shadow barking, at Edward and Bella. Bella turned to Edward, giving him a look. Immediately, Edward knew what she was thinking. Time for a family meeting.