Here it is. The last regular chapter. I thought about waiting until Tuesday to post, but I think I've made you guys wait long enough.

SM owns. I just make sure Edward's wearing his glasses. meet ya at the bottom.

Chapter 19: Oh, The Places We'll Go

.

.

.

The school year continues amidst more field trips, class science projects, class pets, and yes, room moms.

I'm the room mom. Everyone knows this. But once in a while, more help is needed. Unfortunately I must deal with the occasional delusional divorced mother who thinks I'm easily replaced.

Um, not so much, my dear.

Sure, she makes some great decorations for the end of the year class party, and she single-handedly rallies the rest of the parents to pitch in for the food and cupcakes, but but...

I just don't like her.

Not that I think Edward would ever... ever be attracted to the woman, or women (because there's always more than one... they're like circling sharks), but her audacity to think he could be swayed...

Silly divorced, fake-baked, plastic nailed mother...

He loves me.

He's also moving in at the end of the year.

Our children are taking everything in stride, really. G, of course, idolizes Edward. And even though it took Bree a little time to warm up to me, we're at a good point in our relationship. I remember when Edward and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, we made plans with the kids. Edward took G on a male-bonding fishing trip by the lake, and Bree and I had a girls' spa day.

Three months earlier...

"So what color are painting your nails?" I ask as I line up the nail polish bottles for her to choose.

Bree sips her strawberry smoothie from her bendy straw. She looks so cute with her wet hair wrapped in a little white towel on top of her head. Her green eyes pop just like her dad's when she's excited.

"I like the light purple one!"

I pluck the bottle from the lineup and open it, placing her tiny hand on the TV dinner tray I've set up as a makeshift manicure table, complete with towel, nail buffer and floral-scented water bowl.

As I swipe her thumbnail with paint, I approach the subject.

"So, Bree, what do you think about your dad and me being boyfriend and girlfriend?"

She tilts her head, watching me paint.

"It's okay. I mean, you've been boyfriend and girlfriend for a long time now, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but you know, you and I have never had the chance to really talk about things. You're a very smart young lady, and I know you must have some questions for me or your dad." I'm hoping the prompting will get her to shed some of her real opinions.

"It's hard to talk to Dad. He's a boy."

I chuckle, painting her little pinky. "Yeah, I know. Boys don't get it, do they?"

She giggles shyly and shakes her head.

"Well, is it easier to talk to me? You know, since I'm a girl and all?" I ask.

"Sure. I guess that's why I'm happy you're daddy's girlfriend. One of the reasons," she shares, her mouth puckering up to the straw for another sip of the smoothie on the table.

"One of the reasons? There are more reasons?"

She looks at me through her lashes and hesitates as she blushes.

"C'mon, you call tell me," I press, setting her painted hand aside and taking the other.

"Well, you make Daddy happy. He smiles all the time now."

Now I'm blushing.

"He makes me happy too, Bree. So, so happy," I say, my voice a little raspy with emotion.

"I know." She nods, admiring her finished manicured hand and smiling.

"Well, what would you say if I told you that your daddy and I want to live in the same house so we can be together all the time? Is that something you'd be okay with?" I ask slowly, carefully gaging her reaction.

Bree seems to ponder it a bit, still watching me paint her other hand before responding.

"I think I'd like that. Where would we live? Your house or mine?"

"I don't know yet. Your daddy and I haven't really decided yet. We might find a new place to move into."

"We would be a family?"

I cough. This little one certainly doesn't beat around the bush.

"Would you want us to be a family?" I spray instant-dry spray on her nails just to act casually, but inside, I'm bursting. My stomach is in knots.

She ponders things again.

"I'd like that very much."

Then after a few moments of comfortable silence she speaks again.

"Are you and Daddy getting married?"

Another coughing fit from me. Shit, pull yourself together, Swan. I gulp my glass of water down before answering.

"Maybe someday. Would you be okay with that?"

"Would it mean you'd be my mommy?"

Shit. Her eyes are shiny green and hopeful.

"I don't know, Bree. That would be up to you and your Daddy. I love you very much, no matter what you decide."

Bree smiles brightly. "That means G would be kind of like my little brother? I'd be a big sister who can boss him around," she says. I'm pretty sure she's talking to herself out loud.

I try to control my laughter and bite my lip. I really do love this little girl.

Her head suddenly snaps up as she asks, "So when do we move?"

Needless to say, the rest of that afternoon is is spent giggling and gossiping about boys—she has a little crush on Sam, a blond boy in her class—and what she wants to do for summer vacation. As she chatters she paints each of my nails in a different, messy color.

Best day ever.

"Mom, I wanna wear my square hat now... Can I? Can I?"

Oh, my son and the whining.

"Sweetie, you have to wait until the graduation ceremony starts. It's only nine in the morning. Mr. Cullen's going to read a story now, remember?" We decided we'd call Edward Mr. Cullen while in school. It's Edward at home.

Today's the last day of school. Last day of kindergarten for my baby.

Shut it, he's still my baby.

Mr. Cullen walks by me, very stealthily swiping my ass with the back of his hand. No one can see... but I know.

He's totally an ass man.

"Okay, boys and girls, let's gather around on the reading rug," he announces to the little ones, who rush to be the first to sit as close to the front as possible, sitting criss cross applesauce. I take a seat on one of the tiny chairs a few feet behind the mass of children and smile as I listen to his sexy-ass voice read to them.

It makes me horny to watch him read, even when he does the character voices. Sue me. A glance around at the other moms in the room and I'm pretty darn positive they feel the same.

Only, he's mine, bitches.

"This story is called 'Oh, The Places You Will Go' by Dr. Seuss.

Congratulations!

Today is your day!

You're off to great places!

You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself

Any direction you choose.

You're on your own.

And you know what you know.

And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go..."

Everyone in the room is held spellbound by Edward's strong, clear voice as he recites one of my all-time favorite Dr. Seuss books. It's perfect for the occasion, as all our little ones move forward to new adventures and grow up to be big boys and girls.

There are moments when I shed a little tear, knowing time flies in a heartbeat. And as Edward's eyes meet mine every so often, he smiles that smile that's only for me. In those moments, I know he'll be there for every other milestone our children reach.

The rest of the day flies by. Pizza and cupcakes are eaten, soda, juice, and punch is consumed, and finally... FINALLY, G walks up to Mr. Cullen, wearing his cap and yarn tassel and receives his kindergarten diploma. G is shining brighter than any star, and I can see Edward's pride as he catches my eye and winks.

"How you holdin' up?" Edward whispers as we clear the empty paper plates and wipe smeared icing from the tables after the bell has rung and everyone has gone home.

"I'm alright. I'm good." I look over to see Bree helping G put all his goodies in his book bag.

She's already his big sister.

The thought makes me want to burst.

"Hey, we have an appointment with the agent tomorrow to take a look at some places close to La Push. I figured we could make a day of it and just spend the rest of the day at the beach. What do ya say?" His hand cups the back of my neck, lightly massaging it while he kisses my temple.

"That would be great. The kids will love it."

"True. But you know the real reason I'm suggesting it is that I get to see you in a bikini," he says with a smirk, wagging his eyebrows behind his glasses.

"Figures as much. Maybe I just want to see you bare-chested in board shorts. Ever think of that?" I arch my brow in return.

We both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. We've seen each other naked countless times, and yet we're horny about swimwear.

Edward looks to make sure the kids are in their own little world before turning back to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I love feeling the warmth of him against me. I'll never tire of it.

His lips feather-touch my ear. "One of these days, I'll whisk you off to some quiet beach and make you mine forever."

The shivers that follow that statement are world-record breaking, and frankly I'm surprised I'm still standing.

"I'll hold you to that. As long as you wear your glasses." We kiss deeply, the kind of kiss that people write about. It's all-encompassing and addictive. I want more. But we're still at his place of work, and among little eyes. We kiss one last peck before parting out of the breath, and he speaks.

"Yeah? Glasses on?"

"Oh yeah. Glasses always on.".

.

.

.

A/N: Sigh. I don't even know what to say. So many people to thank.

Magnolia822, for continuing to beta all my crap, and for being a friend I love very much.

Kitty and TropialSorbet for pre-reading this story and being my cheerleading section.

Authors who've read this story and I've fangirled over and become friends with. I love you all.

And to the silent readers and the loud reviewers: You're the reason I keep doing this shit.

All the chicks on Twitter and FB who keep me giggling and inspired. Boobie gropes to you.

There's a small epi coming maybe next week or sooner.

Last fic recs for this story... I am sad:

Going Under by sparklenfade: COMPLETE and wonderful little story.

Head Over Feet by iambeagle: I'm in love with this story. But I always love stories of BFFs falling love.

Harvard Can Wait by Tongue-Twied: COMPLETE...maybe. I hope there's a sequel. This story will knock you on your ass. Too little reviews for this. Needs more exposure. You need to read this. The writing is fluid and perfect.