PSA: I have moved all of the nudeys and the porn links over to a St Andrew's Place story blog at standrewspl(dot)blogspot(dot)com . Once every thing is over there, Irene and I will just turn it into a Girl/Girl porn paradise. The thread over on Twilighted will remain just without the porn links.
Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.
A/N: i'm going to keep this AN short. i was up to 4 transferring porn. Thank you ALL for your amazing support of this story. i did not expect this bit of lady love to get this much attention.
thank you to aiden who stepped in and beta'ed this chapter. erica is in the middle of the most epic bathroom renovation so she let my favorite chinaidian take over the beta lovin'. and thank you to cookie1190 and irene who helped me with the thread scramble last night. flor, mila, heather, harlow, emlikesblondes, onlabbit, twilightboy, barb, and rhyadawn - you all just make me smile
this chapter is for steph, em, aiden, and erica. again - without them this story wouldn't have happened.
Epilogue: She is Love
...when that world slows down, dear and when those stars burn out, here. oh she'll be there, yes she'll be there. they call her love...she is love, and she is all I need...
Four Years and Seven Months Later …
For July the weather was perfect. The night air had caught a gentle breeze and all I could smell was the freshly watered grass from our neighbors yard. Aside from a few people coming and going, St. Andrew's Place hadn't really changed much. But my life – it had changed plenty.
"I know you have to go." I looked down at Meyer, our year old Bernese Mountain Dog. He peered up at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. This was his typical routine, forcing me to circle the block three times before he decided he really did have to pee. "We're in your favorite spot. I don't know why you wont go. – Okay, fine. One more lap."
Before I would have been annoyed with Meyer's antics. I knew he just wanted to be outside, but I couldn't blame him. It was a nice night and I had plenty to think about, plenty to reflect upon. The walk would do us both some good.
Looking back, I can honestly say I never thought I would find myself in this situation. Living with the girls had been a leap for me. I stepped outside of my comfort zone into a whole new experience. I didn't know what to expect of it all and I certainly didn't expect to find myself here, nearly five years later, still on the same block, but with whole different life and a completely unexpected family.
Rose and Alice had taken the news surprisingly well. When they came down to breakfast that morning, Rosalie almost seemed prepared for it.
"I'm not shocked really," Rosalie admitted. "You've always been Leah's favorite."
I turned to Leah quickly, seeing a faint blush touch her cheeks. "Really?"
"Ah – yeah. She's never caused this much trouble over anyone else. Plus you were all emo and sulky while she was gone. I figured something was up." Rose laughed, then cleared her throat, nervously. "But no - this is good. Gives me a chance to make an honest woman out of Alice."
None of us were expecting that. I pulled myself closer to Leah's side, watching the shocked expression on Alice's face. Rosalie went on to tell us, Alice mostly, that she'd been wanting to be with just her since the very beginning. She just didn't know how to approach the question. But with Leah and I pulling out all together, that door was forced wide open.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I could feel myself smiling, looking at the tears of joy gathering in Alice's eyes.
"I thought you were happy with the way things were, so I didn't want to upset you," she scanned Alice's face carefully, "But I'm starting to think I should have."
Alice's face suddenly shifted with emotion. She wheeled back and slapped Rosalie on the thigh. It wasn't hard, but it was loud.
"Ow! What the hell?" Rose yelped, yanking her leg away.
"Yes, the fuck you should have! Jesus Christ - keeping my mouth shut – feelings –" she muttered the last part incoherently to herself. Leah and I were both watching them wide-eyed, trying not to laugh. It was nice to have the pressure taken off us. Then Alice said. "Of course I want to be with you, dumb ass. Why do you think I stuck around through four roommate rotations?"
"Cause you like fucking?" Rose guessed, still rubbing her leg.
Alice shrugged. "Well that is true. But Rosie, of course I want to be with you. I stuck around for you." There were some "Awws" and "Reallys" and then they started kissing. It was cute, but Leah and I felt a little ridiculous just sitting there, watching.
After a minute Leah cleared her throat. We were all for their declaration of emotions, but there were still some unfinished matters on the table.
"Sorry," Rosalie licked her lips before continuing. "– Well, I mean, I guess you two don't have to move out."
"Are you sure?" I asked, remembering every bullet point of that lease.
"Yeah. Considering , uh - recent developments I won't be looking for two more girlfriend," she said. It made sense. There would be two vacant rooms if we left right away and Rose was in no hurry to fill them with two random strangers. The house was perfect for our arrangement and now it would be perfect for us to all this together as two separate couples, as friends.
At first things were a little weird. Although I only wanted to be with Leah, I was just so used to kissing Rose and Alice and sleeping with them. Leah and I took up residence in her bedroom, but every once in a while one of us would lapse back into old behavior. Rose would accidentally slip me the tongue on the way out the door, or Alice would get a little too friendly with Leah's nipples as they passed each other in the hallway. It was all innocent, but still.
One night we all – sort of ended up naked together again. There was this silent agreement that it was okay to play the way we had before, but when it was over I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dragged Leah possessively up to her room and made love to her again before we went to bed. In the morning we both agreed.
"I don't like watching someone else touch you. Even if it is the girls," I confessed.
"No. I feel the same way," she replied with a small smirk. "I like having you all to myself, B." We sealed our conclusion with a kiss and then some more kissing that turned into me licking at Leah's nipples. That turned into her face between my legs until I was shaking and begging her to stop.
Later that day Alice and Rose told us they weren't into it either. That was the last time the four us been together and in early March, Rosalie and Alice moved out.
"I'm going to ask Alice to marry me and I think I want us to start over somewhere new," Rose confided in me one night. "You and Lee can stay in the house as long as you want. Daddy doesn't mind."
Leah wasn't opposed to the idea at all and I was still getting used to the place. I had no desire to move. The sectional and the flatscreen were Leah's anyway. We wouldn't have much furniture to replace. Rose agreed to keep our portions of the rent the same. We just had to pick up their part of the utilities.
They didn't move far, just five minutes up the street to a larger house in Hancock Park, but there were still some tearful goodbyes. It was definitely time to go our separate ways, but we would miss them. They were married that June.
Once we had the house to ourselves, it was like Leah and I took a collective breath. We had spent those three months, getting to know each other better, loving each other completely, but with Rose and Alice under the same roof it felt like remnants of the fucked up way things used to be between Leah and I followed us through every room. Now it truly was just the two of us.
Subtle changes we made around the house helped. We moved into Rose's room, turned Alice's room into a guest room and my room into an office. Leah's room with its black décor, became our – playroom. We didn't get crazy or anything, but we traded out most of her furniture for some pretty fun toys, a full Liberator set and a swing. We bought a proper trunk and consolidated our dildo and vibrator collections. And after we discovered we both did like our sex a little bit rough from time to time, we invested in my some simple restraints and a crop or two.
All of the changes, both big and small, made a difference. Simply put, our relationship was perfect. The more time I spent with Leah, the more I loved her. Her tough exterior remained outside of the house, but with me she was sweet and caring and funny. She knew when to give me space and when I just wanted to be smothered in her affection. She was supportive in everything I did, even if the life of high school teacher wasn't that exciting.
Leah devoured the books I gave her to read when she was traveling. After a while I automatically started setting a new paperback near her stuff every time she was getting ready to leave. She never brought her work home with her, instead choosing to celebrate the fact that she was back with me after a stressful day. She would let me baby her, feed her, make love to her. I cherished every minute of it.
Our professional lives didn't change of course. Leah still worked like crazy and I still had to finish out the quarter at school. On nights when I would get lonely, I would hang out with the girls or Jasper and Edward would come over and keep me company.
Emmett was otherwise engaged. He had finally snagged himself a girlfriend. He'd interviewed a really sweet girl named Ashley for a waitress position at the Abbey. After admitting to her that she got the job more because of her adorable smile than her years of experience, she'd admitted that she'd been to the Abbey five times hoping to bump into him and that's why she'd finally applied for the job. They'd been together ever since.
I worried some times that things were going a little too well. We had great friends who were all in happy relationships. Sue and Charlie were still going strong. Things almost seemed too good to be true, but then Leah reminded me that before she'd met me she'd had been on a five year streak of misery.
"I think after losing my dad and then all that BS with what's her face, I'm entitled to some happier times," she smiled up at me. I nodded and sighed in agreement as she lazily kissed her way across my stomach.
Times like this were frequent. Laying together, having pleasured each other within an inch of passing out. I had always loved feeling her naked body on mine, but now I loved just being able to talk to her about my hopes and my fears. It was a great feeling knowing she would listen and understand and an even better feeling knowing that in the morning she would still be there. I think she felt the same way.
That September, September 13th to be exact, Leah proposed to me. After a securing a yes and sliding a four karat Asscher cut diamond on to my finger, she rose from her knee and sat beside me on the porch swing.
"Now this can be the day I proposed to you. We'll uh—consider your birthday as an after thought," she teased. "I still got you a cupcake though." I let her wipe the tears from my smile strained cheeks, before I made my wish. A long and happy life with her was all I wanted.
We planed for two weddings. Rosalie and Alice flew to New Hampshire with us so we could make it nice and legal, in New Hampshire at least. Edward and Jasper tagged along. Emmett didn't like feeling left out so him and Ashley came with us on the quick two-day adventure. I eagerly took Leah's last name and we were married on a cool November afternoon, wearing matching fleece jackets and jeans. The day we were supposed to leave, Jasper and Edward showed up late to breakfast.
"Uh we figured when in Rome -," Edward trailed off before burying his face in Jasper's sweater, giggling.
"I figured after seven years he's my common law wife anyway," Jasper said, holding up their marriage license. An elderly couple from Rhode Island, passing through on an apple pieing expedition had been so kind to witness their union.
They shrugged off our congratulations over muffins and juice, but the two of them did make a two-hundred guest fuss about it all on Valentine's Day.
Leah and I had our real wedding in July. We'd been married for eight months already, but Sue really wanted to plan something for her only daughter. We all wanted to wait until the weather was nicer. The ceremony was held on First Beach, near Sue's house. There was a back up plan, but the day was actually warm, especially for La Push. Leah and I wore matching white bikinis and white sarongs. Alice picked out the white and pink flowers we wore in our hair.
Since all of Leah's friends were basically guys, Emmett didn't feel weird standing with Rose, Alice and Angela on my side of the wedding party. Seth, Jake, Claire and Quil stood for Leah and seemed more the proud to do it. Charlie and Sue gave us both away and Mom and Sue both cried.
I got to meet almost the entire reservation. Jake's other sister Rebecca flew up with her husband from Hawaii and I finally got to meet Claire's twin boys, Adam and Michael. Thankfully, Emily and Sam did not attend.
Jacob's dad, Billy, as chief, presided over our nuptials. Traditional Christian vows were said and we were also blessed, our bodies and souls in the Quileute tradition. Billy prayed that our spirits and the spirits of our children be returned peacefully to the earth.
I thought about that perfect day, one moment in particular as I stood watching Meyer make his finally selection for a proper spot. The warm breeze coursed through the fabric of my t-shirt. I pressed my warm hand on my now stretched belly, smiling to myself, thinking about the day Leah became my wife.
The temperature had dropped, but we still slow danced under the stars. Amidst the murmuring of our guests and Emmett and Jake's ruckus laughter, I remembered looking at small birthmark on Leah's shoulder in the torch light. I traced it with my fingertip committing once more every contour of the shape to memory. Leah had sighed and pulled me in tighter, kissing the same spot on my shoulder. I was hers forever.
Leah was due back later tonight and I was dying to see her. The pregnancy was going smoothly, but everyday brought something new. Every day she was away she missed something. Meyer was great company, but I couldn't wait to have my wife back.
It didn't take long to decide to start a family. We considered adoption, but I admitted to Leah, that if I wasn't pregnant myself, I had always wanted to be apart of the whole process with my significant other. Leah agreed. We were both able bodied and the thought of sharing that with her was too overwhelming, too good to pass up. After a lot of research we settled on in vitro fertilization. Charlie and Mom insisted on paying for it – in full. After much discussion and forced repetition of the phrase "No we INSIST," we humbly agreed.
Still, we had some financial planning to do. Back when we announced our engagement, Sue refused to take money from Leah anymore.
"You'll want to buy your own home one day and you'll have to come up with cash for your own no good kids. Beside if money's gets tight again, I'll just sell the place and move in with Charlie," Sue had said. Dad blushed wildly over the thought, but later Leah told me that he had actually put the offer out there. He was just waiting for a response.
I had quite a bit of money set aside from my post college days. I'd lived with Mom and Phil for three years rent-free after I graduated and our rent at Rosalie's was pretty cheap considering. I never went out and I didn't have Alice's outrageous shopping habits. We stashed away every dime after that planning for kids to come.
Then we decided I was the one who would get pregnant – at least the first time. Leah's modeling career was going so well and while there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that her body would bounce back quickly, I could keep teaching while waddling around with a huge belly. Leah would have to put her career on hold for over a year at least. I didn't want that and even though she wouldn't admit it, neither did she.
With that first hurdle out of the way, we had to pick a sperm donor. Jasper, Edward, Emmett and several of the guys from the reservation, including Seth and Jake had volunteered. With so many strapping young men to chose from, we considered our options carefully.
Emmett was out as soon as he declared that no matter the sex of the baby it must be named Emmett Jr. We thanked him kindly for the offer, but sent him back to Ashley. I think she was a little grateful that we wouldn't be able to lay claim to his first successful sperm deposit.
Although it would be our child, Leah left the final decision up to me.
"Baby, I'll be happy with whatever you decide," she told me as we lay on the couch one night. I sighed thinking things over for the millionth time, while she stroked my hair.
Edward and Jasper were both excellent options, but I felt like in due time they would have their own same sex couple baby struggles and giving Leah and I a child just seemed like another level I didn't want to add to any future complications.
For me it came down to Seth and Jake. Leah had said again it didn't matter to her. There was something to having legit Clearwater blood running through our baby's veins, but there was something in Jake's face the day we were married on the beach. He had been great to me this whole time, but Jake was sad. That day it was official that Leah and him would never be together. He was happy for us, but you could see the hurt there. I thought maybe if there was still some way to have Jake in our lives, to show him that he was still important to Leah and in turn important to me, it would some how make up for his loss.
After our lawyer explained to him all the legal rights he would be giving up, Jake still agreed and we promised that he would be the baby's godfather.
"Well if it's a boy I can still be of some use I figure," he laughed, hugging us both. We were all happy with the decision, but still the best laid plans…
After weeks of being psychotic from hormones, the implantation didn't take. Leah held my hand through the sad news, promising me that one way or another we'd try again. I was comforted by her words and her support and of course her ever gentle touch, but I didn't know if I was ready to go through nearly that whole process only to face disappointment again.
One night though, after listening to Emmett joke endlessly about us trying to get pregnant manually, I presented the idea to Leah. I was sitting on the bathroom counter watching her floss.
"I don't want to have sex with Jake –"
"You sure?" She raised a sarcastic eyebrow at me.
"Yes, I'm sure. Shut up – I just – I don't know. It's worked the old fashioned way for millions of years," I shrugged. I had no desire to be naked with Jake, but I did want to have this baby with Leah.
"I have to be there," she declared. She threw the used plastic in the wastebasket and shimmied between my legs. I draped my arms over her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer.
"Of course I want you there. Besides, someone has to get me wet for him," I teased.
"Are you wet now?" she smiled at me.
"You should check." And she did. Then she dragged me to the playroom reclaiming my body as hers, twice, before we went to bed.
Jake was actually a little apprehensive about the idea. We got him on speaker a few days later. I guess Leah could have called him herself, but I couldn't resist hearing his reaction first hand.
We sat on the couch, Leah holding her iPhone between us.
"What's the problem Jake? My wife not hot enough for you?" Leah poked.
"Yeah, Jake. What the hell?" I asked biting my lip to keep from laughing.
"No, Bella. That's not it. Leah is psycho and I don't want her to try and cut my sack off the moment I come near you," he said, rather seriously. Leah was quite possessive and everyone knew it. Just another thing I loved about her.
"Jake you have my word. You will not be harmed," Leah laughed. "Plus you get to see me naked again. We both know how much you've missed my tits."
"Can I play with them?" he asked, rather seriously.
"No!" I barked. We joked around a while longer, but then seriously discussed Jake coming into town the next time I was ovulating. He agreed, laughing nervously about the idea of actually having sex with me. We were all eased by the thought that we were not doing it just for recreational purposes. I was a little nervous about the mechanics of it all, but Leah promised she try to make the whole situation as comfortable for me as she possibly could.
We took some time to prepare me –physically for Jake. "He's not – small." Leah looked at my face, watching for my reaction. We still had plenty of strap-on time, but then it occurred to me that Jake was bigger then all the toys we had and we had some pretty big ones.
I waited patiently naked on the Liberator Zeppelin while Leah produced a new dildo she'd picked up on the way home. It was pretty fucking big.
"You wanna work up to it?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically. "Well at least this part of it will be fun," she teased diving back into our stash of toys. She produced a slightly smaller toy. I watched her, trying to keep my patience in check as she got the dildo in place. I would be lying if I said I didn't selfishly enjoy every moment we spent in preparation.
Leah made sure she had the week clear. We treated Jake like any other guest, showing him around L.A. more, going out to the movies. We didn't necessarily mean to romance Jake or anything, but it was a little awkward knowing that at the end of the night him and I would have sex.
Fresh ocean breeze candles were lit, some large round ones I had gotten Leah the week before. The scent and the dim light were extremely soothing.
Leah and I undressed and crawled up to the top of the bed. I sat with my legs tucked to my chest, just waiting for Leah and Jake to hatch some sort of plan.
I was nervous, but I felt awful for Jake. He stood at the foot of the bed, stark naked. He was hard even though neither of us had touched him. I think the idea of being naked with two women at once was enough to get him aroused.
He scratched his head looking at the floor. "Um – maybe if we uh – do it dog—I mean if I'm behind you, you can look at Leah." Leah and I both chuckled. He was trying so hard, but it was a good idea.
I turned to her and she kissed me on the forehead. Her fingertips gently caressed my cheek. "Does that work for you?"
"Yeah," I whispered with a nod.
"Kay. Come here, Baby." Leah shifted on the bed, sliding down to lay on her back. I slowly crawled over her body, straddling her hips. We gazed at each other for a few minutes. I looked at her beautiful lips and her deep brown eyes in the soft candle light, just thinking of how lucky I was to have her, just reminding myself that even if this didn't work I would always have her and that would be enough.
I leaned forward and kissed her, sighing into her mouth and her hand slowly started exploring my breasts and my nipples. She kept up the soothing motions with one hand as her left slowly drifted down between my legs. Another moan escaped my chest as she began to work my clit.
Soaking wet as I was I eagerly welcomed the two skilled fingers Leah slipped into my pussy. She worked my into a gradual frenzy, her kisses on my lips and her strokes against my nipples making me more and more wet.
In one smooth motion, Leah cradled the back of my head and encouraged me to bring my face down to the curve on her neck. I kissed and licked at her gently, idly noting that the position angled my lower half a little bit higher.
She stroked my back, soothing me further, sweeping my hair off my shoulder. She spoke quietly, "Jake."
The mattress dip under his weight and I felt his knees brush against my heel and then my calves. It was strange feeling such large hands on my hips, but his fingers were warm like Leah's and his touch was soft.
Jake must have been ready because Leah gently nudged me to look at her, taking my face between her hands.
"You tell me if you want to stop, okay? At any point," she whispered. I nodded in agreement, my eyes closing. I took a deep breath before I opened them again. I wasn't concerned about Jake. I just wanted to give Leah a child. I prayed this would work.
"I love you." My voice was barely audible, but she heard me.
She replied, just as quietly. "I love you, B. – Thank you." I kissed her again, softly sweetly, refusing to break the contact as Jake slid inside me.
It had been such a long time since I'd been with a man, but I was quickly reminded of the bitter sweet difference between a dildo and the real thing. Jake was huge, stretching me completely, but he was amazingly gentle. Leah held me as he set a steady pace. When him and I both felt pretty comfortable I focused all of my energy and attention on Leah.
I tried to stay as still as possible to let Jake do his thing. Luckily I was in the perfect position to at least use my hands on my wife. I slid my hand between our bodies, teasing her sweet little clit. I was rewarded with her sighs and eager kisses. Even though she wasn't the one inside me, I still wanted her to enjoy the experience.
She came first, wet cunt clenching around my hand. Spurred on by her arousal, she reached for my clit again, assisting Jake in his efforts. I came eagerly on his erection, my body gripping him tightly.
Jake moaned for the first time then. He'd really been trying to keep himself as detached from the situation. He gripped my hips a little tighter, willing me to remain still as he came inside me. He shuddered, grunting deep in his chest and I waited patiently, until he was done.
He pulled out slowly sinking back on his heels.
Leah gently rolled me on to my side. "I'll be right back," she whispered. She dashed to the bathroom and was back moments later with a wet cloth for Jake.
I cracked one eye open and glanced at him, huffing on the bed, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.
"Tough work," I teased.
"Yeah," he laughed, "But believe me, the pleasures all mine."
Three of us slept together four more times that week. And each time we varied or positions so Leah and I could focus on each other. We sent Jake back to La Push happily spent and Leah and I were left – to wait.
Leah was working the day I found out I was pregnant. I woke up convinced that all of efforts had finally paid off. My breasts had been hurting and I was tired, but I wanted to be sure. That morning I just knew. I called Alice and she agreed to tag along to CVS with me. We bought a ridiculous amount of pregnancy tests and a few liters of SmartWater. I chugged while she drove.
An hour later we stood in my bathroom, eying the results on the counter. Twelve positive results.
"I want to go to the doctor before I tell her. I gotta know for sure," I said, gnawing on my lip. The fear and the excitement were arguing in my stomach.
Suddenly my Blackberry appeared in front of my nose.
"Well – call the doc up," Alice said with a confident nod.
Two days later I had my answer. One positive result. Finally I was pregnant.
I couldn't wait to tell her the news and she was over come with joy when I finally did. We both cried and laughed. Her demeanor shifted immediately from possessive wife to protective Mama Bear. It made my heart skip seeing how happy she was. I wished every bit of news would be met with the same reaction.
She'd decided to work as much as possible between then and when the baby was born. We wanted to save up as much as we could so Leah could be home more during the baby's first year. Alice and Rose were there for me every step of the way and Mom offered to come stay with me if Leah had to leave as I approached my due date.
Pregnancy was definitely an experience, but I love every minute of it. Even when I jumped out of bed in the middle of the night to barf my guts out, I would always climb back into bed, happily caressing the little neighbor who had caused the wake up call.
Leah seemed to love the way pregnancy looked on me too. I'd never been kissed or touched that much in my entire life. Everyday I would catch her staring at me, lovingly. Moments like that would always be followed up with a sweet kiss and a soft "I love you".
"You done?" I asked Meyer. I wasn't ready to go inside just yet, but we'd been standing on the corner for while. It was time to keep moving.
We made our way slowly back to the house. I wasn't enormous yet, but at twelve weeks I was definitely showing. I smiled to myself again. I'd been to the doctor again this morning. Jasper and Edward came with me this time. Alice and Rose were out of town and the boys were kind of curious about all this baby business. It was fun to have them with me when I got this next round of news.
"What do you think we should tell, Mommy first, huh boy?" I settled down on the top step for the porch, ruffling Meyer's face between my hands. I dodged his attempt to lick my face.
I had expected my check up to be quick and routine. I lay on the crispy plastic laughing quietly at something Jasper had said while my doctor applied the cold slick goo to my belly. The image flared up and I turned back to Jasper, remarking about how cute Edward would look in maternity dress. Edward's gasp and the quick, yet affectionate misting of his eyes pulled Jasper and I out of our conversation.
"What?" I whipped my head in the other direction. My doctor smiled at me giving me a moment to see if I caught what Edward had seen.
My eyes searched the small screen and my mouth fell open. I had a several weeks still before we know the sex of the baby, but what I saw was so much better.
Not one, but two little forms sat side by side in streaks of white and grey on the monitor. Jasper was ready with a tissue. For me and Edward.
"Congratulations," My doctor said quietly.
We'd thought of names. Seth had proclaimed proudly that Harold would live on once he got the nerve up to settle down with his current girlfriend. Charles Jacob had a great ring to it and so did April Renee, but I had spent the afternoon crafting new names pulled from the people that shared the happiness of my life with the wife I loved.
I could feel myself smiling down at Meyer who had joined me on the top step. He huffed a contented sigh as I ruffled his thick fur thinking of Charles Jacob and his brother Emmett William resting peacefully inside me. And then I thought of what how happy I would be to finally meet Lillian Rose and Mary Alice.
Meyer started and whined a little when he heard my Blackberry chirped, like he knew who the text message was from.
Just landed. Can't wait to see my babies.
She didn't know how right she was.
"Come on. Let's go get ready for Mommy." Meyer hopped up and followed me inside, taking up his lazy guard at my feet on the living room floor.
I decided to wait for Leah on the couch. Her dinner was in the fridge. I'd spring the news on her while it was twirling in the microwave, showing her the sonogram and letting her draw her own conclusions before I clarified.
I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes, I heard Meyer scrambling to meet Leah at the front door.
"Down you big idiot," she mumbled quietly.
I was suddenly nervous. I had had all day to adjust to the idea of twins. I knew she wanted a baby, but I had no idea how she would react to the idea of two. I stood slowly, swallowing as I made my way toward her. She pushed the door closed, nudging Meyer away with her knee.
"Hi," she said cautiously seeing the skeptical look on my face. "You okay?"
"We're having twins," I blurted.
Her face dropped, along with her bag at her side. "What?"
My voice trembled as I began to explain. I wasn't really helping in the "Keep Her Calm" department. "I had my check up today -"
"Right?" she replied slowly.
"And there's two babies. Not one." I swallowed again.
Her nervous stare broke from mine and she looked down, blinking several hundred times, biting her bottom lip. In my head all I could think was, Say something. Please say something good. But I couldn't rush her. She deserved more than a few minutes to process this new piece of HUGE information.
Finally Leah let out a deep breath. "We should get another crib then." I tensed, not knowing yet whether she considered this to be good news or not, but then a smile stretched across her gorgeous lips. She reached out her hand. "Come here."
I crossed the room, not realizing that I was trembling until she began tracing the lines of my palm. My body calmed as her fingers grazed the tattoo on the under side of my left wrist. I'd gotten it the week before our wedding in La Push at Quil's shop. Leah's name in elegant cursive surrounded by a unique pattern of stars and hearts covered my skin. Her commemoration of our union was some what larger; a tattoo of the letter B, tucked gently between a pair of angel's wings. It stretched the length of her forearm. I could see the tip of one of the wings poking out from the edge of her pushed up sleeve.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, before raising my palm to her lips, kissing it gently.
"Yes. Are - I mean are you happy - about this?" I asked.
Her eyes snapped wide in shock. "Is that what you're worried about? That I wouldn't be happy about the twins?" My hear fluttered a bit. I could already hear the possession, the unconditional love in her tone, but still I had to be sure.
"I just know its a lot - well double. I just didn't -" I started.
"Baby. Of course I'm happy." She pulled me closer, willing my head to rest comfortably on her shoulder. My hand automatically went to my stomach as she began stroking my hair, whispering to me softly. "Hers and Hers babies," we both laughed a bit. "What's not to love?"
I pulled away just enough to look her in the eye. My vision was suddenly clouded with emotion. "Are you sure?"
"Are they still part of you? Will both of them still be ours?" she asked with a gently smirk.
"Yes." I could barely hear my own voice, my tears were choking it back.
"Well ..." Her smile grew, a couple tears shimmering in her eyes.
"I love yo-". My declaration was interrupted by Meyer shoving his giant nose between our thighs, clearly feeling left out.
"I love you too." She smiled so wide two fat tears ran down her cheeks. Leah looked down at Meyer and laughed. "We love you too, Big Head." She scratched him roughly behind his ear.
I reached up and brushed her bangs back. "I'm glad you're home. Would like to eat first? - Not that," I amended as her grin morphed into a devious smirk.
"How about I eat - whatever you cooked and then we take a bath," she suggested then kissed me on the forehead.
"Okay," I said bashfully. After almost five years, Leah could still make me feeling like a sixteen year old on a first date. I blushed against my will as she dropped her bag on the bottom stair, then took my hand and led me into the kitchen. Meyer tagged at my side faithfully.
Some time later I was settled blissfully between Leah's legs, surrounded by heaps of bubbles in the candle lit bathroom. She'd let me wash her thoroughly and now she was slowly exploring my body with her right hand. Her left was settled under mine on the bump of my belly. As always she was overly cautious in the way she handled my ever growing, rapidly changing body. She told me about her shoot over dinner and now we were focused back on us and our growing family. The conversation stopped and started, filled with natural lulls as we both relaxed under the water.
"I'm thinking Emmett and Emmett if they are boys and Emmy and Emmy if they are girls," I said, feigning a serious tone.
"That's weird cause I was thinking the same exact thing," she replied with equal frankness. I giggled lightly, but it soon turned into a sigh as her warm fingers ghosted over my sensitive nipple. I pressed back against her, feeling the warmth between her legs. Despite the water, my slippery wetness was making the space between my thighs slick and eager.
"I'm going to get so huge," I mumbled.
"So." Leah gently bit my ear lobe. "You didn't think Jake was capable of making small babies, did you?"
"Not, not at all," I laughed. "But there's two of them." As the words left my mouth I realized I wasn't just talking about the size of my waistline, but the fear of screwing up two kids instead of one.
She kissed the edge of my jaw and slid her hand down between my legs, over my aching clit. "And there's two of us. Plenty of you and me to keep them in line," she muttered as if she'd read my mind.
I tilted my head back, giving her better access to the skin on my neck, where she continued to lick at me, nibbling at my most sensitive bits. I couldn't contained my moans as my hips bucked against her fingers. Or the whimpers that slipped out when her hand left my stomach and went back to adoring my nipples. Still I was amazed at the affect she had on me.
"I'm here and I will always be here for you and our babies," she told me.
"I know," I whimpered, shifting in her grasp. She knew what that meant and stroked my clit that much harder.
"I love you," she sighed. I love you too, I thought as her soft lips closed over mine.
As we lay in bed that night she filled me with more logical confidence, offering to call Claire to get all the advice she could give us on raising twins. Michael and Adam were already four years old and two of the sweetest little things I had ever encountered. I knew I could trust Claire and Quil to help us out and I knew I could always trust Leah to be there with me every step of the way. In the morning, we woke to face a whole new day, together, prepared to be mothers to not one, but two children.
The years would pass beyond that day and we'd know, for better or for worse, that being together was the best decision we'd ever made. We would watch as nature lost out to positive nurturing, loving every quirk of daughters' behavior.
Together, the two of us would love every moment of their hilarious sibling competitions, watching Lily refuse to be out done by Mary's eagerness to walk. She would take her first steps too that same day. Leah would laugh at the look on my face the day both girls said "Mama" at the exact same time. It took me minute to restart my heart, but I got my revenge the day Leah choked on her cereal when Lily displayed a firm articulation of the word "Fuck".
Mary would shock the hell out of us, mastering a two-wheeler all on her own. Lily would never cease to amaze us as she took quickly to my love for reading. I didn't know who was to blame for her stubbornness, but her thick skin and the relentless way she looked out for her sister I knew I could attribute to my lovely wife. And Leah often teased that Mary's ability to love whole heartedly and her need to mother all of those around only had one source.
We would see that ultimately Jake's cheeks and lips would win out over mine, but that both girls would have my mom's hazel eyes and Charlie's perfect nose. Luckily they would both have their biological father's hand -eye coordination and hassel-free, straight hair. Both girls would grow to be natural athletes and artists, Leah's doing of course.
Leah and I would watch our girls grow up happy and loved by our friends and family. We would marvel at their similarities and the stark difference between them, some of which I knew only their mothers could see. They would make friends, have crushes and suffer heartache and disappointment, always knowing that no matter what they went through, they would always have Leah and I to turn to. They would always know that they had a safe and loving home at 129 St. Andrew's Place.
so the story is really over. BUT i still have the interviews.