Special thanks to smmiskimen for giving me the honor of being the beta for this story. I feel so fancy now.

And if there is anyone reading this story who has not started reading her smutabulous story, Sex Everyday Keeps the Doctor Away, I am giving you a homework assignment. Go read it. I won't require a book report, but give her some love and leave a review to let her know how fucking lovely her work is. There may be a pop quiz later.

Disclaimer: Twilight is obviously not mine. I have double-checked and there is not one use of the word fuck. So see, not mine.

Enough of my bullshit.

Chapter 3

BPOV

5 years later…

"Fuck yes!" I growled as I was relentlessly pounded into, my back pushing into the wet shower wall with each thrust. I threw my head back against the tile wall, not caring that I probably just gave myself a concussion.

"You. Need. To. Be. Quiet." He huffed out between thrusts. His strength still amazed me, the ability to hold me up with one hand, as he groped every part of my body with the other, pounding into me non-stop. One word: FUCKINGAMAZING!

I was so close, and as though my clit had held up a neon sign pointing to it, saying "press here", he added just a hint of pressure to my throbbing bud. I grabbed his face and forced his mouth against mine to hold my moans of pleasure as I clenched around his still-thrusting cock. With one last thrust, and a squeak from my back sliding against the wet tile, his movement stilled and his warm cum filled me while he moaned my name against my lips.

He rested his forehead against mine, both of us fighting to get our breathing under control. I sighed when he pulled out of me, being mindful to set me down carefully on my feet. It only took us one time to realize I was not very good with standing in a wet shower, after a mind-blowing orgasm. That trip to the ER was not fun at all.

Just as he began to open his mouth to speak, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Mommy?" A chirpy voice called through the door.

"Shit!" I whisper-yelled. I attempted to clean myself quickly while my shower-partner did his best to stay out of my way. Not an easy feat for him.

"Hold on honey. I'm almost done with my shower." I called through the door. "Go ahead and get ready. I'll be out in a second." I rinsed off and jumped out of the shower to give my companion some room to wash himself while I dried off. Stealthily, I opened the bathroom door and peered out to make sure the coast was clear. Even with an en-suite bathroom, it's hard to find any kind of privacy with two 5-year-olds running around.

Once I got ready, I made my way into the kitchen to get coffee ready and start breakfast for everyone.

"Leah! Seth! Get a move on it! We need to eat and be out of here in ten minutes!" I yelled down the hall toward the kids' rooms in hopes that they were both ready to go. It was their first day of school, and I knew they were both nervous about meeting new people.

"Coming mommy. You can stop yelling." Leah came strolling out of her room and into the kitchen in an outfit that clearly displayed her unique fashion sense. As much as I wanted to tell her to change out of her black and white tutu that didn't match the hot pink t-shirt with silver brass knuckles on the front, I couldn't stifle her individuality. At least that's what she was constantly telling me.

"Mother. Did you not iron my Spiderman boxer briefs? I have searched through my drawers, and it goes from Power Rangers to Superman. No Spiderman. So, they have either not been washed or they have been placed out of order and that is just unacceptable." I looked toward the sound of the voice and found Seth standing in the hallway in his terry-cloth bathrobe with his arms crossed over his chest as he awaited my answer.

"First of all. You have got to start talking more like a 5-year-old. Second. They have not been washed yet so pick something else." I gave him one of my mommy-looks as Jake calls it, and pointed to his room in a silent command to go get ready.

The differences between the twins are amazing. Looking at them, it is obvious they are related. Both are tall for their age, having dark brown hair that has a red tint to it if the Sun hits it just right. Their green eyes and long-eyelashes are all any woman ever talks about when looking at them. But, the looks are where the similarities end.

Leah is my free-spirit. She dresses in whatever she feels is appropriate for the day and it always matches her mood. Like today, she must be excited, but wants everyone to know not to mess with her…hence the brass knuckles on her shirt. She hasn't let me help her get dressed since she was three. One day, she started crying and saying "Let me do it!" and that was the last time I had any say in what she wore. Most days it wasn't too bad, so I didn't complain.

Leah is also extremely outgoing. She will strike up a conversation with anyone and tell them her life story in seconds of meeting them. It can be both scary and amusing at the same time. I have the stranger-danger conversation with her almost daily, to which she rolls her eyes and then proceeds to tell me that I need to live a little.

Seth is oil to Leah's water. While, he too, wants to choose his own clothes, his style is very put together. Most days I have to talk him out of wearing a tie. He insists that everything be ironed, right down to his underwear and socks. He is quite anal retentive, sometime sitting for hours organizing things around the house.

Seth is also the only kid I have ever known that begs to go to his piano lessons. One day, I was listening to Dvorak while cleaning the house and Seth declared he wanted to learn to play an instrument. Piano seemed the most useful and I figured it would just be a quick little phase and we would be done with it. But, no. Seth now has piano lessons three times a week at his insistence and practices daily. He is quite amazing.

Seth is extremely introverted, almost to the point of being socially awkward. He is usually the one who starts the stranger-danger conversations with Leah. It's pretty humorous to watch him lecture his twin on the dangers of talking to people she doesn't know. She usually then tells him to piss off. Then I get on to her about her language, which causes Seth to smirk at Leah and stick out his tongue while I continue where he left off in his lecture.

"Mommy?" I was brought out of my musings by Leah's voice.

"Yes honey." I handed them each their plates and leaned against the counter watching my babies eat at the dining room table. It seemed like just yesterday that there were 2 high chairs against that table and I couldn't believe it was time for them to start school.

"Where is Uncle Em? I went into his room this morning and he wasn't in there." Her question caught me off guard and I stared at her for a second while I tried to come up with a reason why Emmett wasn't in his room. Luckily, he appeared and took care of the explanation for me.

"Did you miss me sweetie pie?" He ruffled her hair, causing her to squeal and begin frantically finger combing it. "I was helping your mom out with something in her bathroom." He turned his back to the kids and winked at me, walking over and kissing my forehead.

"Hungry?" I asked him, turning to fill up a plate of food for him while he grabbed himself some coffee.

"Starving. I had a great work out this morning and need to get my energy back." He chuckled as he took his coffee to the table to sit with the kids. I narrowed my eyes at him, setting his plate on the table and received a smirk in response.

The kids knew nothing of the extracurricular activities that Emmett and I partook in and I wanted to keep it that way. Neither of us wanted to them to think our relationship was more than what it really was. He was still my best friend. I was just able to fuck him whenever I wanted.

Emmett was my rock when I was pregnant and stayed by me every time I allowed myself to feel upset that their father would not respond to any of my attempts at reaching out to him. When my babies decided they wanted to come early, Emmett was the one who held my hand and told me everything would be okay. I would have never made it through the 4 weeks they were in the NICU without him and his support. He loved helping me get the hang of breastfeeding. To this day, he says it was one of the highlights of his life. He could have done without seeing two beings come out of my punani, but he loved me waving my breasts in his face all the time. His words, not mine.

It was around 6 months after the babies were born that Emmett noticed something was off with me. To be honest, I had known for a while that I wasn't feeling like a new mother should, but I didn't voice my thoughts to anyone. Em talked me into going to see a doctor and I was diagnosed with post-partum depression. I felt like a failure because I got pregnant by someone I didn't even know, and then couldn't get him to even acknowledge me or his children. And the fact that they came early had just heightened my feelings of failure.

I really wasn't taking care of myself, even with the doctor's help, and was constantly feeling weak and sick. One day, Emmett came home from shopping, all happy and jumping around acting like the fool that his is. When I questioned his strange behavior, he pulled out a book and handed it to me. He said nothing; just let me read the book title and waited for my response.

Sex Everyday Keeps the Doctor Away

When I asked him what the fuck he was thinking, he explained that I needed to read the book because it could be a cure to what was ailing me. I was at the point that I would do anything to not feel like shit anymore, so I read the book from front to back in one day. I was amazed that sex could be the answer to getting me back to normal. It was that night that I propositioned Emmett to test the theory out. He was the safe bet in my opinion. We loved each other as best friends and neither one of us would let sex get in the way of our friendship or make things awkward.

And things were definitely not awkward, far from it. Not only was that the first night I fucked the shit out of my best friend, but it was also the last day that I felt the least bit depressed. Now, instead of visits to a therapist, I have sex therapy with Emmett. It's just a good thing I don't have to pay him by the hour. I would be broke. The best part is that neither one of us has let it change our friendship and, we have surprisingly been able to keep it from the kids.

A loud knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts of Emmett and I rushed to the door knowing who it would be. Opening the door, I was face to face with a grown-up version of Leah. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I stepped aside for Alice to flounce in.

"Morning Alice." I grumbled, not ready to deal with her perkiness so early in the morning.

"Where are they? Why aren't you video-taping this? Your kids only have their first day of school once!" I didn't even bother to look at her while she rambled because I knew all of her movement would make me dizzy and possibly puke.

"Chill bitch. Emmett is in charge of taking pictures. I'm sick of being behind the camera. Their baby book has one picture of me. And that's with my legs spread open and me giving the camera the finger." I motioned for her to follow me to the kitchen and resumed my post at the counter.

"Auntie Alice! You look hot!" I shook my head at Leah's approval of Alice's outfit. It was obvious they were shopping together when the outfits were purchases since they were exact replicas. How a 28-year-old woman could possibly get away with wearing a tutu matching a 5-year-old child was beyond me, but somehow Alice could pull it off.

"Okay. Now that everyone is here and little bellies are full, let's do pictures and get this show on the road." Emmett jumped up from the table and grabbed his camera. We took pictures of the kids pretending to walk out the door with the book bags on, then with me as I cried over each one of them being so grown up. Of course, Alice and Leah insisted on pictures of their matching outfits. And finally, Alice took a picture of me and Em with both kids. It was one I would definitely be framing.

We dropped the kids off at school, each of us crying and blubbering like complete idiots and taking more pictures. In fact, I am sure my kids are now going to get their asses beat for being raised by a bunch of pussies. Good thing the little fuckers are absolutely gorgeous, tall and have mad skills in Tae Kwon Do. What? My kid plays piano and uses a pocket protector. If that doesn't have "come beat my ass" written all over it, I don't know what does. He needed to be able to protect himself.

Finally getting our emotions under control, we split up to go to work. Emmett still had Bar, which had risen to extreme popularity thanks to the number of celebrities that had begun to frequent it. The one that we always wished would show up after 5 years was probably the one celebrity that had not stepped foot in the place. Even though Emmett could afford to buy his own house, he refused to leave me and kids alone and made sure we knew how much he enjoyed living with us.

My life had changed drastically since having the twins. About a year after they were born, the owner of Ink Stains, Marvin, decided he wanted to open up another shop and asked me to become his partner. I would be in charge of the current shop while he worked on recruiting for and opening the new place. I was ecstatic and immediately agreed. Now, 4 years after the agreement, the shop was pretty much all mine and Marvin was on his way to opening his fourth shop. His shops were known for having the best artists and he often appeared as a guest artist, which always brought in crowds. He is a master!

Ink Stains was still the most popular and I like to think it is because of me and my artists. After Marvin left, I had to hire a new artist to take his place. Enter Alice.

I had heard a lot about an "evil pixie that kills it with the ink" and was able to get in touch with her. Luckily she was looking for a new shop and agreed to stop by and check us out. When she walked in wearing a t-shirt reading "I'm what Willis was talking about" with black booty shorts and rainbow thigh-high socks, Jake begged me to hire her.

Her portfolio was beyond impressive and as I looked through it, she began to unpack her things and organize her inks at an empty station. Seeing my confusion over what she was doing, she just shrugged and said "oh, like you aren't going to ask me to be part of the team". And that was Alice's first day working at my shop.

Jake was beyond thrilled to have Alice working with us. The big lug was a giant compared to her and had a giant-sized crush on her. Unfortunately for him, Alice only likes the pussy. At least that's what we found out after she wore a shirt stating "I eat out on the first date" on her second day on the job.

Luckily, Alice tones down her choice in attire now that she is a prominent figure in my kids' lives. Now, she just likes to go shopping with Leah and get matching t-shirts.

By the time Alice and I arrived at Ink Stains, Jake was already there working on a large back piece he would be doing in the afternoon, grumbling over how he was sick of drawing flowers. The overall design was a take on his female client's wedding bouquet, which happened to be quite large and contain multiple varieties of flowers. With Jake's ability, he would easily make it look like there were real flowers lying on her back.

Alice went to work straightening all of our books up and getting the front of the shop looking perfect and I went to my office to answer some emails. The only thing of any importance was an email from Marvin stating he would be dropping by the shop this morning and had a huge surprise for me. I glanced at my watch and knew we had at least an hour before Marvin would arrive. A morning person, he is not.

I was right and found Marvin strolling into the shop around 11 just as I was finishing up a sketch for my noon client. It was obvious he was excited about something because he was smiling, something he never does.

"Bella, I need to talk to you in your office." He jerked his head in the direction of the office as he walked past me without acknowledging Jake or Alice. I immediately followed, wondering what could possibly have him acting so oddly.

"I have some fucking awesome news and I am going to go crazy if I have to wait any longer to tell you what the fuck is going on." He stated, plopping down onto my couch.

"Then get on with it assface." I waved my hands in front of him in a circular motion to get across that he needed to get on with it. The use of his nickname was just out of love.

"Remember that bitch I was telling you about that I was forced to tattoo at that convention a few months ago?" He waiting for my affirmative reply and I nodded urging him to continue. "Well, get this shit. She works for a big movie studio and called me up last week. Apparently she liked my work and asked me to send her some photos of my work as well as some of my artists. I sent bits and pieces of Alice's and your portfolios, as well as my best shit."

I huffed and sat on my desk realizing this was going to be a long-ass story and wanting to get comfortable.

"Someone is wearing their bitch pants today, I see." He remarked.

"Fuck you, fucker. Get on with it. I have shit to do." I rolled my eyes and tapped my nails on the desk.

"Anyway. So, I got a call last night that she wants to work with us on a new movie that will be filming here. They need us to do realistic tattoos on the actors for the movie. She and the director will be stopping by tomorrow to go over the details, contracts, and all that fucking jazz." He ended with a slap to the couch and a huge smile on his face. "We're going to be fucking famous!"

"Okay. I would like to request that you never smile like that again. It's just unnatural for your face and quite frankly, a bit creepy." I motioned to his face and shuddered. "And is this a done deal? Do I have no say in the matter? Being famous isn't really something I want for me or my kids, you know."

"Well, yes it is a done deal. I already agreed to it. And no, you have no say in the matter." He glared at me.

"Well, alrighty then." I jumped from the desk and began to walk to the door of my office. "Looks like we have a big meeting tomorrow." Marvin followed me out of the office with that creepy smile and a bounce to his step. The last time he was like this was the time he was able to successfully pull a Houdini on one of his sluts.

"Well, gorgeous, I'm out of here. Places to go, people to do." He tipped his imaginary hat and waved at Jake before walking to Alice and hugging her from behind. And in true Marvin fashion, he did a quick dry hump into her ass and pulled away from her before she could retaliate.

"Watch it fucker. I'll rip that thing you call a penis off and have if stuffed and mounted on my wall." She turned to point her finger at his crotch and glare at him.

"How about I mount you against your wall? I'll show you what you are missing with all that carpet munching you do." He blew her a kiss and winked while Jake and I just shook our heads at their normal banter. I swear one day Alice is going to take him up on his offer just to have more ammo to use against him.

"No thanks. Already had breakfast this morning. Not in the mood for spotted dick." She fluttered her eyelashes at him and turned back to her station while Jake and I burst out in laughter. Marvin left, shaking his head at his loss of that round with Alice.

With that, we started our day. After back-to-back clients all day, I went home exhausted and eager to hear about the twins' first day of school.

A/N: I really hope you liked this chapter. This will begin to pick up in the next one. I love hearing everyone's theories on what's going to happen. So far, no one has come close and it makes me happy that I may actually shock some peeps.

Now remember, before you do anything else (even if you have to feed your kids or do the laundry), go to smmiskimen's profile and check out her stories...especially Sex Everyday Keeps the Doctor Away.