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Chapter Four: We're not moving!

BPOV

"I'm not moving," Branden demanded, once again.

Telling the kids we were moving wasn't exactly what I thought it'd be. I didn't know they'd find out. They're pretty sneaky, I'll tell you that. So, we were settled in the living room and Edward and I tried to reason with them on moving.

"Branden, Port Angeles is only two hours away," I explained. "Jessica can come and visit."

"This isn't just about Jess, Mom! My whole life is here in Forks."

The phone rang. Thank God. I looked at the caller ID and it was Ayla's number. I pressed the button, setting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom," Ayla greeted.

"Ayla, you're on speaker," I told her.

"Hi, everybody," she greeted. "Chase says hi too. So, you guys are thinking about moving up here?"

"Yeah," Edward answered her. "You got enough room in that apartment for your huge family?"

She laughed. "Just big enough for two, Daddy. How's your book going, Mom?"

"Actually, I just sent it to a friend who's in publishing, so we'll see," I answered.

"Can we stay on the subject, please?" Bailey asked from the couch.

"Speckles' mother is buried here!" Evan said. "I'm not splitting them up. They're family."

"We can build a new memorial to Freckles in our new yard," Edward reasoned.

Kenleigh let out a laugh. "Like we can afford that."

Edward looked at her. "Actually we can. I'll be making enough money to do that, get you out of hand-me-downs, get Riley those new skates he's been wanting, and that new car we've been saving for."

"But I have friends here!" Shey yelled.

I gave her a sincere look. "Honey, you'll keep in touch. You can also make new friends."

That set off another round of yelling from the kids about not wanting to make new friends.

"I've had enough of this," Edward mumbled. He got up and got the megaphone. "Quiet!" he said into it. The kids quieted down and looked at their father. He removed the megaphone. "Look, I know you're all scared. Moving is a big deal, we're very comfortable here. I get that. That's why I turned down a lot of other coaching offers through the years."

I nodded, agreeing with him. Let's just hope the kids will understand this one.

He continued. "But this is a job I wanted since we left Chicago. It's actually more than a job to me. It's my old team, it's my colors, my alma matter, it's the Trojans. They're finally calling my number. I want you kids to take this risk with me, because if you do, I promise that we will be a happier and stronger family."

"You promise?" Evan asked.

"I promise." Edward sat down next to me and held my hand.

"Well, I would feel happier and stronger if we vote on it," Shey said, her forest-green eyes were serious.

"Definitely," Branden agreed.

"It's the only way to make it fair," Jordyn said.

"Fine, we can vote," I agreed with the kids.

"But in the end, your mother and I are gonna do what we think is best for the family," Edward said.

Bailey threw her hands in the air. "What's the point of even voting?"

"I'm out," Shey said, leaving the room.

After that, everyone else followed her out.

"Ayla, we'll call you later. Okay, sweetie?" I told her.

"Yeah, sure."

We hung up and I went with Edward to help with dinner.

Later that night…

"Okay, let's see…"

Edward lounged on the bed, counting off torn pieces of paper. "We have eight no's, two yes's, and two maybe's."

I reached up on my tip-toes to get the box off of the closet shelf.

"Give me a pen. I'm gonna change some of these," Edward said.

I found our old college yearbook in the box and handed it over to him. He opened the page bookmarked and read aloud.

"'I'm so glad I found someone whose dreams are as big as mine. I want this forever and always. I love you. Bella.'"

I laid right next to him, and cuddled. My head against his chest, legs entwined, and he wrapped an arm around me.

"I always loved the way you went for things, Edward," I told him. "All or nothing. Sky's the limit." I looked up into his emerald green eyes and cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble under my fingertips. I could see it in his eyes that he really wanted this job. He was never the type of person to give up anything, and that's what he taught me. You only live once. "We're doing this."

He kissed my forehead. "Thank you so much, baby."

I lifted my head to kiss his soft lips. His kisses still managed to give me butterflies after all these years.

I pulled away, and moved my hands up into his bronze hair. "By the time we move, the kids will get used to it."

I hope…