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Thanks so much to my co-authors, HB1 and Forks1 for brainstorming with me, encouraging me, and proofing. Thanks also to Bittenev and our mystery beta for your help. I couldn't have done it without you… Seriously! And thanks to withthevampsofcourse for encouraging me to write my very first fanfic…smut and all.

Secrets by mommyofboth

Chapter Three - Birthday Girl

Angela

The sound of the doorbell brought me out of my reverie and I realized that I'd left the water running after rinsing the last pan. I turned off the water, grabbed a towel to dry my hands with, removing my apron as I walked to the door.

I pulled a few stray strands of my dark hair back into my loose bun as I opened the door. There, balancing between the arms of a delivery girl, was a gorgeous pink orchid -- my favorite.

"Just sign here," she said, pointing to her clipboard. Giddy with anticipation, I signed, propping the pot on my hip. The delivery girl then made her way back to her car.

I waved my thanks and shut the door, leaning back against it. I pressed my nose into the top of the flowers, taking a deep breath.

Ahh, beautiful, I thought as I walked back into the kitchen, placing the large pot gently on the table. I quickly removed the card from its envelope, beginning to read,

Happy Birthday, my love

I can't wait to see you tonight

Love always, your baby daddy

I chuckled, placing the card back in the holder, smiling at my husband's humor. My phone vibrated on the counter, signaling I had just received a text. I flipped it open to read while I glanced in the oven to check the progress of the lasagna.

Hey there, sexy...

Did you get my present?

I quickly texted back, leaning against the counter to wait for a response. The buzz of his message startled me, even though I was expecting it, and I laughed out loud as I read his next text.

Good. They aren't as beautiful as you, though.

I miss you.

I miss your...Body

What are you wearing?

I typed in "An apron," smirking as I waited for his response.

This time the response came more quickly.

WHAT?

What else?

Ha, ha... I thought, as I began to type again. I decided to have some fun while I waited.

Um... nothing.

Hurry up.

The response was just as quick as I expected

WHAT?

Where are the twins?

A business trip had taken him away for a week, so I had asked my mom to watch our 2 two-year old twins for the night. The time off of mommy duty was a treasured birthday break for me and would leave us with an empty house for once. My husband always worked on Valentine's Day, but he more than made it up to me when he got home the next day -- my birthday.

At my mom's... we're alone until tomorrow.

Don't keep me waiting too long...

I'm getting cold.

Three minutes later my phone vibrated again. I noticed that I would need to charge it if we were going to keep this up.

On my way...

Just got the car out of long term

Should be there in 30

DON'T GET DRESSED!

I placed my phone on the counter, moving to the refrigerator to pour myself a glass of iced tea, when my phone vibrated again. I closed the door and walked over to the bright pink phone.

Take a picture

I NEED to see you!

I laughed at his impatience as I carefully hoisted myself up onto the counter. The cold granite sent a chill through the cotton of my skirt.

No way...You couldn't handle it.

I don't want you to crash.

Within seconds his response came.

PLEASE!

It was hard to deny him anything when he asked so fervently. I could just imagine his puppy dog eyes boring into mine.

FINE

Give me a sec

I shook my head as I unbuttoned my white blouse, dropping it behind me onto the counter. I can never refuse him. I thought. I reached behind to undo my bra, suddenly feeling the chill of the air conditioner vent above me.

Perfect, that will get him going.

Reaching my arms out an appropriate distance, I snapped the picture, quickly sending it before I could change my mind. I didn't have to wait long before my phone vibrated in my hand again.

UNG!I NEED MORE!NOW!

I shook my head again as I typed my response.

Honey, you are driving.

You shouldn't even be texting...

I want you home in one piece.

You'll just have to wait.

His response was exactly as I expected... a pout.

Fine.

Please don't move.

The GPS says I'll be there in 15.

I love you.

A smile spread across my face as I thought of my sweet, sexy husband driving like a maniac to get home faster. I looked down at myself, suddenly remembering that I was topless, debating what I should do. I sighed knowing that he would be disappointed to see me in clothes. I started this... I will have to see it through.

I worked myself down off the counter, gathered my top and white lace bra, walking to our bedroom. I placed my clothes in the hamper, then stood in my closet deliberating. I wanted to look nice for my husband- sexy even. We were celebrating a late Valentine's Day, after all. I just didn't have the guts to sit here in the buff. I chose a short red chiffon babydoll to stick with the Valentine's theme, praying it still fit.

Walking into our bathroom, I began to touch up my hair and make-up. While I was working on the stray locks, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how it seemed like we had been married for a lifetime, not just three years.

I had been working as a nurse at an emergency room in Connecticut, fresh out of my master's nursing program at Yale. I loved the ER. I loved everything about it. I loved meeting people, and at 24 years of age, I craved the excitement that came along with emergencies and unexpected trauma.

I remembered that night like it was yesterday. It was a typical Saturday in July-- I hadn't had a chance to sit down all night. I glanced at the board to see the information on the patient who had just been placed in one of my rooms, groaning at the words written in the red dry erase marker.

34-year-old male, left hand laceration... bar fight.

"Great," I sighed, as I picked up his chart, walking down the hall to exam room number 9.

The long summer had been uncharacteristically hot and humid, bringing with it a lot of accidents and a lot of drunks. Why people did crazy stuff in the heat, I was never sure, but when the temperature went up, the freaks just oozed out of the woodwork. I put on my best fake smile as I pushed open the door, preparing myself for yet another drunk guy with his attempts to feel me up.

"Hi, my name is Angela Weber and I'll be taking care of you this evening," I recited as I entered the room, pulling back the curtain.

What I was not expecting, however, was the sight of the incredibly beautiful man before me. He was sitting in one of the chairs, leaning his head back against the wall, his legs spread open casually while he chatted on his cell phone. He mouthed "sorry" as we made eye contact, holding up his right index finger signaling for me to wait a second.

I suddenly felt very hot in my thin cotton scrubs as his eyes connected with mine. I managed to look away, trying to pretend to read his chart while he finished the call. I couldn't focus on the words on the page, finding my eyes drifting back up his body, before settling on his face.

"Sorry about that," his velvet voice answered. "I'm Edward Masen."

He offered me his right hand and I froze. I blinked a few times, trying to break out of my stupor so that I could speak. As the seconds ticked by, I knew he must have thought I was an idiot, or maybe he thought I was mute.

"I'm..." was all I could manage.

"Yes, I know. You're Angela," he chuckled as he pulled his hand back, running his fingers through his hair.

Oh, yeah, I already told him that. Great, now he'll think I'm an even bigger idiot. Soon he'll ask for a more competent nurse... one who can speak.

It took every ounce of willpower I had, but I was finally able to break the eye contact, salvaging some of my professionalism. I got his story, taking his vital signs all without any major incidence. Actually, touching him to obtain the vitals was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I was proud I was even able to complete the task without passing out.

Over the next few hours I checked on him several times, updated him on the plastic surgeon's delays, apologizing for the wait. Our conversation flowed freely, making me feel like I had known this stranger my whole life. Every time I went into his room I felt like I was 17 again.

Edward made me feel beautiful, smart, and alive. He was very interested in my training, asking a lot of appropriate questions. I learned that he was a pilot who traveled quite a bit, that he was an only child whose parents had died in a car accident, leaving him without any family. The most amazing thing about him, though, was that he loved children. I had never dated anyone who wanted a herd of kids like I did.

The chemistry in the room was palpable as I irrigated his wound, then assisted the doctor with removing the glass from the deep cut. While the doctor was finishing up the sutures, giving Edward instructions on how to care for his wounds, I began to feel anxious. I had never felt this way about anyone. My heart felt like it was breaking when I realized he was about to walk out of my life.

I didn't know what to do. I had never given out my number before, especially not to a patient, let alone to a man as hot as Edward Masen. I knew that he was way out of my league. I just wanted to talk to him a little longer. I gave myself a pep talk as I headed back into the exam room with his instructions and discharge paperwork. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

"So," I started as he handed me back my pen.

"I would really love to meet you after your shift is over," he interrupted. His amazing smile continued up to his bright green eyes. I realized then and there that I would follow him anywhere.

He met me in the lobby after my shift, taking me to Denny's, of all places, where we talked all night long. When the sun came up he paid the bill, asking me if I would go back to his hotel room with him. As the only daughter of a Lutheran minister, it was not my practice to sleep with someone on the first date, let alone a stranger; but I couldn't refuse him.

I still can't refuse him, I thought as I glanced back in the mirror, realizing that I hadn't moved from my spot in front of my vanity. I put everything away, opened up the cabinet door, grabbed a cloth, wiping down the sink and counter top. I glanced at the clock as I walked to the kitchen to check on dinner.

Seven-thirty, he should be here any minute. I retied my apron, quickly seting the table, placing my iPod into the stereo. My favorite mood music pushed out the silence as I began my hourly routine of gathering up the toys on the living room floor. I stooped down to pick up a few stray cheerios by the fireplace, when I felt strong arms surround me from behind.

"Happy birthday, beautiful," he breathed into my hair, bending his head further down to kiss the back of my neck. "Oh, Happy late Valentine's Day."

My knees went weak as I leaned back into him, straining my neck around to meet his lips with my own. "Mmmmm," I moaned. "I missed you."

His hands traveled from my arms down to the front of my belly when he suddenly flipped me around to face him.

"You grew!" His voice was full of wonder. "I can't believe you are so huge! I just saw you last week and this belly was not this big."

"Thanks for the compliment," I rolled my eyes. "You sure know how to flatter the ladies."

He chuckled, flashing me his crooked smile. "Sorry, you are the sexiest woman on the planet...and in that outfit? Mmmm... I can't even describe what I want to do to you right now." His face looked seductive. "Is that better?"

"Maybe," I relented. "I'm not that big for 7 months, you know. I have had twins, after all. There was a woman at the office this week, who was only 4 months along and she was twice as big as I am. Seriously."

He simply laughed, stopping my rant with his mouth. "You do look beautiful, honey, and very fit," he said between kisses. "It must be all that yoga..."

"Yoga and sex," I finished for him, taking his lower lip between my teeth. "It's excellent exercise, you know, keeps me from heading to the gym."

"Well, by all means, let's keep you out of the gym," he paused for a moment while he deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue around mine, squeezing my butt in his hands. "I don't want all those gym jocks staring at my girl."

He pulled on my bun, releasing my hair, moaning as he watched it fall to my shoulders.

"You are seriously way too sexy," he breathed into my mouth as his fingers slid up my neck, grabbing onto my hair. I mirrored him with my own hands, digging further into his hair as if holding on for dear life.

"You taste so good, Ange... like cookies," he managed through kissing. His hands moved down my neck, roaming over my sides, letting his thumbs brush the edge of my breasts.

"I missed you so much. Can dinner wait?" He brought his hands down to my hips and rested his fingers on my behind, massaging and teasing up the hem of my nightie.

Right then my stomach reminded me how late it was as a loud growl erupted from it. Edward looked up shocked, then laughed.

"I guess my baby is hungry," he smiled. "We need to feed her and her mommy." He led me back into the kitchen, pulling out my chair, waiting for me to sit.

"Wait, I was going to get dinner for you." I started to get up, but was interrupted by Edward's stern look and shaking head.

"No way. It's your birthday. You already slaved away cooking it. The least I can do is serve you."

"Are you going to feed me too?" I smirked. "Because that would be totally hot." I watched him as he dished us up lasagna, placing my plate in front of me.

"You are such the sex kitten tonight," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up into a slight smile. "I should go out of town more often."

"Very Funny, Edward." I scolded. "You are already gone two nights a week. I can't take any more than that. I get so lonely when you go on these long business trips."

He moved over to the hallway to retrieve something out of his carry-on bag, returning with a huge smile. I recognized the large blue box immediately, and put down my fork.

"Edward!" I squealed. "You shouldn't have. I know this probably cost way too much. I really don't need..."

"Stop," he interrupted. "I bought you this gift because it's your birthday, and because I always have to miss spending Valentine's Day with my beautiful wife, I wanted you to have something nice. Plus, you are the most loving, kind, and generous person I know. I love you. Oh, besides, the mother of my children should only wear the best."

"Thank you, honey," I said with a lump in my throat as I slipped off the black ribbon, lifting out a smaller blue box within it. My jaw dropped as I lifted the lid.

"Oh, Edward! They are beautiful, thank you." I exclaimed as I attempted to unscrew the diamond earrings from their backings. "Princess cut is my favorite, you remembered. What are these, like one carat each? They are huge... so gorgeous. I love them."

"One and a half each," he returned, "They are not nearly as gorgeous as you." He leaned down taking the box from my hands, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I continued to eat while he successfully removed their backs, securing them in my ears.

"There, you look exquisite. Now are you full yet?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, taking my fork. "Because I haven't been with my favorite wife in a week and I'm not sure how much longer I can take it."

Edward placed his hands on my cheeks, leaning down for a kiss. My heart leapt as I was suddenly very warm despite the air conditioning.

It was like the very first time I kissed him; electric warmth spread like wildfire over my skin. I could kiss him all day long, never tiring of him. He pulled me closer, lifting me off the chair in one swoop, securing me to him, while I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled back to gaze in his eyes, while slowing my breathing.

"You squished?" he asked, glancing down at my swollen belly.

"Nope, you?" I joked.

He smiled at my comment, starting to walk, turning off the kitchen light as we went. "Good, because I can't allow you to leave my arms again." Edward began the assault under my jaw and behind my ear.

"I love you," I said as he carried me down the hall to our bedroom.

He propped me against the wall in our doorway to reach the switch for the recessed lighting.

"Don't drop me," I screeched as I began to slip off his hips.

"Silly Angela," He laughed, as he pulled me back onto his waist. "I would never drop you, or the baby."

With that, Edward gently set me on the edge of the bed, reaching behind me to undo my apron. I heard a gush of air escape his body as his eyes traveled down my curves, focusing on my red lace panties.

"Beautiful," he whispered, slowly lowering me onto my back. I smiled back as he kneeled next to me, pushing my nightgown up, exposing my distended belly. He began to rub circles on my tight skin, lowering his mouth to kiss me on the belly button.

As if she knew what Edward was doing, the baby suddenly kicked right where he was kissing, jolting his mouth and making him gasp.

"She just kicked me in the face," he joked, pushing in the spot with his finger. The baby immediately kicked right back. I watched as the two of them played back and forth, Edward with quite possibly the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face.

"Okay, enough you two," I sighed. "Edward, this birthday girl just so happens to be lying on the bed, half naked, patiently waiting for some action. If you don't get to it soon, I'll be asleep and you will have your work cut out for you as you try to seduce your sleeping wife."

"Someone's anxious," he chuckled, lifting me to the center of the bed. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine then pulled back slightly, using his tongue to trace my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth. His hands roamed down my shoulders and over my breasts.

"Oh, Edward!" I gasped, feeling my passion for him increase in intensity.

He groaned softly, pulling his mouth away from mine, kissing down my jaw and neck. He teased me as he lightly brushed his face across my chest.

"You are seriously the sexiest pregnant woman alive," Edward moaned as he lowered himself onto me, causing me to groan aloud from the pressure.

"Sorry," he said as he lifted himself off of me. "I forgot about that belly. I guess we'll be trying some new positions again, huh?" He smirked, his eyes darkening as he knelt beside me, tracing his finger along the curve of my breasts, traveling down to tickle me at the edge of my panties. I raised my hips to help him rid me of the red lace, and he groaned in excitement at the feel of my bare skin. My arousal increased at his touch, his eyes, as well as his hands, caressing every inch of me.

"Ung, how is it possible that your breasts are even more perfect than they already were?" With that, Edward leaned down, his lips hovering above me, taking my chiffon covered nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling with his tongue, creating a wet spot on my nightgown. He pulled me to a sitting position, kissing my collarbone, licking and blowing a trail to the edge of my shoulder. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I raised my arms to allow him to pull the gown over my head.

Edward's breath came out in a low hiss at the sight of me; bare and exposed. He kissed me hard on the lips while he rubbed slow circles on my shoulder blades, setting my skin on fire.

"Just one of the many benefits of pregnancy, I guess," I laughed as his thumbs rubbed circles on my hardened nipples.

"There has to be some incentives to let the rest of your body go to pot," I teased, as he situated himself on his back, helping me to straddle his hips. "I think you just keep me barefoot and pregnant for my boobs."

"Yes, definitely just for the boobs. I don't even like those annoying children," he teased playfully, swatting him with a pillow. "Hey," he defended himself. "I'm just being honest. I'm a boob man."

I giggled, making quick work of his tie, untying it, throwing it over my shoulder before moving onto the buttons on his dress shirt. I leaned down to inhale his scent as I worked his open shirt down his shoulders. I felt dizzy from the deep breath, but I couldn't get enough of his smell. He was simply intoxicating.

I quickly undid his belt and zipper, anxious to rid him of his clothing. He lifted his hips to help me pull his navy pants down his legs. I slowly ran my hand over the silk of his boxers, smiling when I felt his hardness jerk under my hand. I continued to tease him as I ran the tips of my fingers under his waistband.

He was a sight to behold. The muscles of his chest and abdomen were perfect. I could feel their definition in the V leading down under his boxers. I sighed at his perfection and he smiled while he helped me free his body from the silk.

Now that there was nothing between us, I moved further up and began to rock against his erection while he massaged my breasts, alternating between his mouth and hands.

I dropped my head back as his mouth sent an electric current through my body. He continued to lick, sucking my delicate skin, causing me to ache for more of his touch. "You know," I teased through my kisses, "I think the rest of me may be getting jealous, Mr. Boob man."

Edward laughed, pulling me down to his mouth, kissing me passionately. I felt his hands move across my bottom, finally arriving where my body was longing for his caress. His fingers stroked over the wetness of my lips, sending a wave of anticipation through me, as I pushed myself into his hand. His eyes smoldered as he slipped his fingers into my depths, a hiss escaping his mouth when he felt my warmth and moisture.

"Angela," He moaned, his desire evident in his voice. His eagerness matched my own, and I couldn't take it any longer. I had to have more of him inside of me. Repositioning my body above him, I pushed myself down, gasping aloud as he filled me up, reveling in the sensation. He rested one of his hands on my hip, controlling the pace as we established a rhythm. His other hand rubbed circles on my pleasure center, bringing me closer to ecstasy with each stroke.

I never wanted this moment to end. Edward's gaze seemed to penetrate my soul. I leaned down to kiss his lips as the fire in my lower abdomen began to travel higher. The tightness spread through my body. I pushed down harder, increasing my pace; pushing my hands against his chest.

Edward never moved his eyes from mine. He watched while I cried out his name as my body shook, trembling against his. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through my body, until finally, he shuddered beneath me, finding his release as I collapsed onto his chest.

Neither of us broke our gaze as I panted; my breathing eventually slowing. Edward carefully pushed my hair behind my ears, softly stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. I felt a lump form in my throat as I marveled at my tender and loving husband.

I was literally the luckiest woman on the planet, and I knew it. Almost as if he read my mind, Edward whispered, "I must be the luckiest man on earth, Angela. I love you so much." The fact that this amazing man was mine and only mine was almost too much to bear.

"Why are you crying, my love?" Edward asked as he gently reached up to wipe a tear from my cheek.

I was too overcome with emotion to speak, so I just shook my head, biting down on my lower lip.

"I love you," Edward whispered again, as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I snuggled into the safety and warmth of my husband's arms, drifting peacefully to sleep.