SURPRISE – THIS IS NOT THE EPILOGUE!

i have a hard time letting go of things. every time i'd tried to write a chapter, it seemed like an end. but a lot of you weren't happy where it ended so there will be a few more chapters along with an epilogue – so… enjoy!

*I don't own Twilight.*

Chapter Thirty-Two

Bella Swan

The weeks leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of activity. From dress fittings to cake tasting to approving the final flower arrangements. The only thing I wasn't in charge of was the music and Edward was keeping that on lock down, disappearing to Em or Jazz's places to work on it.

I was exhausted.

The wedding.

Audrey.

The pregnancy.

They were talking all the energy I had and more.

Currently, I was at the Cullen's house, sitting at the dining room table with Esme.

I zoned out completely, thinking of all that had to be done before Sunday.

"Bella?" Esme looked at me, waiting for an answer to a question she had asked.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"When is your mother flying in again?" Esme was calm, patient but I could tell the fact that I'd been in another world all day was wearing her thin.

"Um, two days before the wedding," I said, frowning at the thought.

Renee thought it was crazy that we were getting married in such a rush but I wanted to do it before I started showing. My dress was formfitting and any bump would show through.

Of course, most people would attribute this to my pregnancy with Audrey but I wasn't ready for anymore people to know.

"Mom? Bella?"

I heard Edward's voice calling and sighed in relief. It was finally time to go home and rest and pray that Audrey wouldn't cry for what was commonly referred to as the 'witching hour' but Edward's look on it was different and in our house it was called the 'bitching hour' where Audrey cried for an hour straight and nothing would soothe her.

"We're in here, honey!" Esme called her face lighting up because she knew Edward had Audrey with him.

Edward walked into the room with Audrey's carrier hooked on his elbow.

"Hey Mom," Edward said, kissing Esme on the cheek.

My handsome boy turned and grinned at me before leaning down to kiss me, a kiss that was a little much considering his mother was watching. "Hey, B."

"Mm, hi… is she asleep?" I asked, furrowing my brows. If she slept now, she probably would be up later than I could stand.

"Yeah, she fell asleep in the car. Sorry, baby."

"What's wrong with her sleeping?" Esme asked with slight concern in her voice, peeking into the carrier at her only grandchild.

"She just won't sleep tonight…" I said.

Edward rubbed my back with his free hand. I looked up and smiled weakly at him.

I didn't feel well and I knew he could tell.

"Did you eat, baby?" I nodded. "Why don't you go upstairs and sleep in my old room?"

"There's so much to do, Edward! There's… there's…"

I knew there were things but my mind couldn't register them. Honestly, there wasn't much to do before Sunday, which was six days away.

My biggest concern was Renee and Phil coming.

"Exactly, everything is taken care of. Mom, can you watch Audrey? I'll go up with Bella," Edward suggested then turned and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. He obviously thought he was going to get something out of this.

"Oh, of course!" Esme beamed, having no idea what her devilish, handsome, conniving son was up to.

Edward placed Audrey's carrier on the table and I couldn't help but smile when I saw her.

Audrey Elizabeth was dressed in a navy blue sundress trimmed in white and her hair was getting darker, closer to Edward's shade. Her full little lips were pursed and her eyelashes were dark against her pale cheeks. If her eyes were open, I'd see that beautiful green that reminded me of her father and his father.

"Come on, B. We'll nap, there's not much to do. We'll get it done. You body is probably exhausted, love."

He was right. I had been staying up late and waking up early with no rest in-between. During my pregnancy with Audrey, I could sleep when I wanted to.

But being pregnant while having an infant was not all it was cracked up to be.

Although did anyone crack it up to be anything great?

Edward was great though and always seemed to be able to sense when I was at wits-end. He would take Audrey with him where ever he had to go and I'd work on planning the wedding without a screaming baby on my hip.

Once in Edward's room, I inhaled deeply.

It smelled like him, wonderful and spicy.

I kicked my flip-flops off my feet before unbuttoning my shorts – they were the kind that were stiff and tight and weren't fun to sleep in. I looked over and saw Edward watching me with that look in his eyes – that look that meant he wanted something and he was determined to get it. That something was me.

"So, just how tired are you?" Edward grinned and unbuttoned his own shorts, pushing them down. I rolled my eyes and got into the bed, under the covers. He quickly followed and his hands were all over me in an instant.

"Edward…" I meant it as a warning to stop but it came out more like a moan and before I knew it, I was pressed against his body and could feel his erection against my stomach. He kissed and nipped at my neck until I pushed him away.

"We're getting married in a few days. No marks."

He seemed to think this over for a second before grinning, "No marks where anyone can see them."

"Edward! We should wait—"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was sliding into my panties.

"B, there's no point in waiting. It's been three days. I want you. I need you."

"But… Edward… at your parents' house?"

I bit my lip so I didn't moan as his hand traveled further into my panties. I instinctively spread my legs even though I had a little bit more argument left in me. Instead of stopping, his finger was suddenly in me and his thumb was grazing my clit.

My urge to argue was gone.

"You're wet, baby. So wet," Edward breathed in my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. I moaned as quietly as I could when he added a second finger. "And tight, Jesus, I never knew you could be so tight after the baby."

Just moments later, I clenched his shoulder and squealed softly as he curled his fingers. My orgasm was fast, hard and sudden.

My hormones were out of control and it honestly didn't take much for Edward to get me off in the first place. Add the pregnancy into the mix and each time we had sex, I came over and over again.

Edward grinned and his eyes were full of mischief and you could tell he was proud of himself.

"Three minutes? I think that's a new record," he smirked, a victorious look on his face. I rolled my eyes and snuggled deeper under the covers. He pressed his hardness against me again.

"I'm tired, Edward… let me take a nap… plus, I said I'd never do you in your old bedroom," I turned on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Come on, B. It's always been a dream of mine to do a teacher in my bedroom…" Edward trailed off and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes yet again but reached down, pushing my panties off.

"No role-playing right now but you're so hard…" I trailed off.

This would be the last time we had sex before the wedding, I swore to myself. I kicked off my panties the rest of the way as Edward shed his shirt and boxers quickly.

Before I knew it, he was on top of me and rubbing the head of his penis against my slick opening.

He rubbed it over my clit, making me toss my head back and moan a little louder than I'd have liked when his mother was here. Edward smirked as he thrust into me, hard and deep.

Sex with Edward was always amazing. Sex with Edward in a place where we shouldn't really be having sex was wonderful, amazing, incredible… there were more words to describe it but I couldn't think of them as he pounded into me.

Anyone who walked by the door would know what we were doing but I found myself not caring.

Edward's stamina was great. By the time we'd finished, I'd had three additional orgasms and ended up on my hands and knees.

Still breathing heavily, we laid together and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

There was a rhythm to it and it almost seemed that it was beating in time with mine.

Two hearts beating as one.

Maybe I was just tired, imagining things.

Edward rested his large hand on my back and I heard him yawn. He'd been exhausted, too.

As I planned the wedding and spent most of my time caring for Audrey, he was preparing his law firm.

It was still in the adolescent stage - the office space was rented, the paperwork was done and the name was chosen.

Cullen and D'Angelo would be open for business shortly after we returned from our honeymoon.

My soon-to-be husband's breathing evened out quickly but I couldn't shut my mind off.

We originally agreed that we would wait for our "real" honeymoon until the baby was born but that we should do something directly following the wedding. Audrey would be staying with Edward's parents and I was already dreading the time apart from my little girl.

After Edward had been asleep for a while, I wriggled out of his grasp. His handsome face scrunched up for a second - exactly like Audrey when you jostled her when she was sleeping peacefully - so I kissed him softly before looking around his old bedroom.

It looked like... a teenaged boy's room. It was painted a deep shade of blue with white trim. White shelves nailed to the walls held pictures, books, trophies. I got closer, looking at the pictures.

A younger Edward with his arm around a younger Emmett.

A prom picture. A young, clean shaven Edward in a tux back to back with a bleach-blonde girl who wore a pale pink dress that clashed with Edward's coloring.

Carlisle, Esme and Edward at his graduation from Morgan Park. I felt a stab of pain for Esme, who so badly wanted a large family. There should be siblings in this picture.

I grazed my hand over my stomach, thankful that Edward and I were able not only conceive but that I was gifted with the ability to have fairly perfect pregnancies and quick, easy labors.

Taking a closer look at the trophies, I saw they were all for baseball. I had a vision of Edward playing catch with our son one day and couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.

Glancing at Edward to make sure he was still asleep, I dressed quickly then quietly left the room and made my way to the spare bedroom that had been converted to wedding headquarters.

Edward wasn't allowed to enter... Carlisle wasn't even allowed to enter.

I was surprised Esme hadn't put a keypad on it with a secret code. It would probably be 5683 – 'LOVE' on the telephone keypad.

It was strictly girls only.

The room was painted a pale green, almost the color of the bridesmaid dresses but lighter. Esme had hooks installed and on one side, the dresses hung and on the other, the tuxedos. There were framed pictures on the third wall of everything from the floral arrangements to the cake to the linens.

There was a station where we'd sit to get our hair, nails and make up done.

It was extravagant but it was where I'd get dressed to marry the love of my life. It was also where I'd spend the night before the wedding along with Rose and Alice. There were two white wooden day beds against the wall with the pictures and underneath each of them were trundle beds. Alice was still debating having Charlotte, our flower girl, spend the night in the room with us.

Alice and Jasper were estranged temporarily - at least I hoped it was temporary. She was due to pop any minute and Jasper was staying with Rosalie and sometimes, when they got under each other's skin, our house.

The last wall in the room, where the door was, was lined in mirrors. I walked over and examined myself, as I was often vain enough to do. My cheeks were rosy and my curly hair shined, thanks to the prenatal vitamins and DHA. I stood sideways, pulling up my tank top to just under my breasts.

My stomach was small but it was there. I slid a hand over the tiny bump and sighed just the tiniest bit. I had circles under my eyes and my already pale skin seemed even paler.

"Bella?"

I jumped almost a foot when I heard Esme's voice in the doorway. She was cradling a fussing, squirming, chubby Audrey against her such a maternal hold that it almost made me cry.

"Did I scare you, dear? Audrey seems hungry and I wasn't sure if you wanted her to have formula or if you wanted to feed her..." Esme trailed off and I realized I was still holding my shirt up.

I smoothed it down before walking over and taking my squirmy-wormy infant from her arms.

"She's not a fan of formula. Or bottles," I told Esme for what must have been the twentieth time. I held Audrey against me and she immediately nuzzled my breast.

"I'll feed her in Edward's room. He's sleeping, he looked exhausted."

"Yes, he's been working so hard..."

I frowned.

He'd been hard at work on the firm but Felix was doing most of the work. I wondered what Esme was talking about. I'd worry about it later, when I didn't have a crying baby trying to eat her way through my tank top.

As I left the room, I impulsively leaned over and kissed my soon-to-be mother-in-law on the cheek.

"Thank you, Esme, for everything."

Esme's ears turned red, just like her sons' which made me smile as I walked back to Edward's room. He was in the same spot as I'd left him, his arm across his chest where he'd been holding me. I smiled and settled back on the bed.

I adjusted my shirt and let Audrey start eating.

Just as I switched sides, Edward opened his eyes.

"Mmm. My favorite sight to wake up to, Bella's boobs," Edward said with a raspy voice.

I reached over and ran my hand though his thick hair.

"You're so handsome, Edward Cullen."

"You're so gorgeous, almost Mrs. Cullen."

I giggled internally as I did every time he referred to me as that.

"We should probably head home when she's done eating," Edward grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and checked his messages. He scowled a bit, silent for a moment before speaking again. "Jazz texted me and he'll be spending the night."

I nodded. I felt awful for what they were going through. I was hoping when Alice finally popped that baby out, they'd reconcile. I repeated my thoughts to Edward.

"Maybe but don't get your hopes up. Oh and Charlotte will be with Jazz," Edward informed me.

Charlotte wasn't taking Mommy and Daddy not living together well and she clung to Jasper when she was with him, not even wanting to go with Edward and refusing to sleep in the toddler bed we'd had set up in the guestroom and slept with Jasper instead.

I felt my eyes fill with tears at the thought of Edward leaving me and Audrey acting the same. I sniffled loudly, gaining a concerned look from Edward.

"Baby?"

"I just... I feel so bad for Charlotte. I don't want it to ever be Audrey or this baby in that position; I don't want you to leave me."

I made a loud and slightly embarrassing hiccupping noise. Audrey was finished eating so I held her to my shoulder, rubbing her back gently.

"I'll never leave you, Isabella. I'm not strong enough," Edward said lowly. I blushed and he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back with fervor until Audrey let out a loud burp. We pulled away from each other, laughing.

"Want to talk about names?" Edward took Audrey from me and made faces at her, making her coo in response.

"You're thinking baby names already?"

"Well… yeah, B. I wasn't really involved in this part of the pregnancy with Audrey…" Edward frowned, running a hand through his thick hair.

Audrey smacked her lips and sucked her thumb into her mouth. "I still like Masen for a boy."

I wondered why Edward sounded so upset that he hadn't been involved. I didn't find out until I was further along and even though now I was still early, he knew at this point. He just refused to talk about it.

"I like that... for a girl though? What do you think of Brie?" I bit my lip and crossed my fingers. I loved the name but I wanted to name our third child, boy or girl, Charlie.

"Brie... I like that. Though I'd have two B's..."

"What about a middle name?"

"Swan," Edward answered immediately.

Brie Swan Cullen. Pretty. I wondered what Brie meant and noted to look it up when we got home although I seemed to have pregnancy brain and forget everything these days.

Or Masen Edward Cullen, which I loved.

Our third baby though, would be Charlie Esme or Charlie Theodore, which was Carlisle's middle name.

If things worked out, we'd have Audrey, Brie and Charlie.

A, B, C.

I was fascinated with the idea.

In just a few days, I'd be Mrs. Isabella Marie Cullen.

In just a few days, I'd have the same last name as my husband and child.

In just a few days, I'd walk down the aisle with Carlisle.

In just a few days, I'd miss my father more than I had in my entire life.

In just a few days…

the epilogue is written but you guys were right. there were too many missing pieces. this isn't the epilogue and this isn't the last chapter before the epilogue.