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"This?" Edward asked frowning. "It looks shabby. Try again," he told Abby sounding really serious.

She pointed to another one.

"Hmm, you can do better, Abbs. Try to find one that would actually fit in the house." He chuckled.

I could tell she was growing tired of his teasing, just like me.

"I saw one in the back," I told Edward.

"Let her choose. It's her first Christmas tree, Bella."

"She's nine months old!" I exclaimed, rearranging Abby in my arms.

Her eyes widened and she pointed behind me. Had she finally seen the one? I was starting to lose feeling in my toes.

"Where?" Edward asked eagerly taking her from me. She kept pointing to something until we reached the spot and found Ed there. "Damn," Edward muttered.

I grabbed Ed's unsuspecting arm making him turn to me surprised then grin. "We're having a Grandpa tree! Hallelujah!"

"Ha, ha," Edward muttered looking put out. "I told you to choose a tree, Abby, not a person."

"Well, hello, kids. Having trouble finding the tree?" Ed asked.

"You can say that," I mumbled. "It's the big baby's fault." I pointed my thumb to Edward that was inspecting a tree to his left. Please, let it be the one.

"It's a complicated process when you have a child," Ed said seriously looking at them. Abby was trying to reach for the tree and Edward wasn't letting her so she wouldn't sting herself. It had to be from his side. I was always good as a kid, unlike Abby. The bigger she got, the more troublesome she became.

"Did you find a tree?" I asked Ed.

"No, I'm lost in the sea of trees." He laughed. "This is usually Lizzy's job, but she has to work and she said I grew up enough and she trusts me."

"Does that mean I have to be fifty so Bella can trust me?" Edward joined us.

"I'll have you know that I'm forty-nine, boy," Ed said in mock hurt.

"Ouch," Edward muttered trying to stifle his chuckle. "Hey!" he yelped when Abby pulled at the hair that was poking from under his hat. "Stop this, Abby. I'm serious. It's the fifth time you hurt me today."

"Only fifth?" I joked making him show me the finger behind her back.

I caught his finger twisting it slightly. "Watch out. You know how Abby loves to do anything and everything you do."

He shook his finger free and stalked away, stopping a few feet ahead and pointing to a tree. Abby nodded. Alas!

"You get along really well, I see" Ed stated.

"You think?" I muttered, fighting a smile and catching his eye. "Let me help you find a tree since we apparently found it."

Half an hour later, we left the tree park and drove Ed home before going home ourselves. It wasn't even midday and I was tired. Kids were tiring, especially when you had two – one of them in form of your husband.

There were two days before Christmas and only one day before Carlisle and Esme's arrival, and I hadn't even started on anything. So I decided to divide our tasks.

"Edward, put clean linen on the bed in the guest room and towels in the bathroom from downstairs. Then you can vacuum once again before putting up the tree. I'm going to start the cookie batter then see what I can do with the turkey. I've never cooked one."

"Where are the clean linens? What about the towels?"

If I had known he would be like that, I wouldn't have said anything in the first place, but after explaining everything he needed to know I went to change my clothes and start working in the kitchen.

While I worked on the cookies and cursed the bird for not defrosting already, I could hear Edward from the other side of the closed kitchen door. He should have been done considering at least five hours had passed. I was surprised he hadn't come by to ask about something or another like usual. It was like he didn't live here; he never knew where important things like towels were stowed.

And because Murphy just loves to play with me, Edward burst in the kitchen pleading me to keep an eye on Abby while he fetched the ornaments from the garage. I was annoyed because the turkey wouldn't defrost and I had so much else to do. I had left him with Abby especially because I couldn't look after her and cook.

He kept whining about me taking a break until I realized he had left her alone. Thankfully, she was okay. But my cookies weren't. I could smell them from the living room so after passing her back to Edward, I rushed to the kitchen where he followed me. And did the stupidest thing he could have done. He gave Abby a piece of the freshly out of the oven cookie. She was getting used a little with normal food, but the cookie had been hot. I had no idea how to soothe her as she kept wailing and touching her mouth. I screamed at Edward, unable to hold it back. I told him to go to the garage and be happy I was with Abby like he wanted.

But Abby had other ideas. Just as Edward was leaving the kitchen, she turned in my arms reaching to him.

"Edood!"

I was in shock.

I was spending every waking moment with her, even pleading her to learn to say 'mommy' and she went and called for the devil. Edward was beyond happy and of course, the decorations were forgotten as he took her from me and starting dancing around the kitchen.

"Don't be upset," he whispered, stopping next to me and kissing my cheek. "I'll put a good word for you that her next word is mommy."

"Right now, I really hate you," I muttered, turning away from him.

Abby kept giggling and repeated the word, probably liking the ring of it.

"Love you too," Edward joked. "We'll be in the living room," he added before leaving.

It was silly but it stung that she called his name first, especially after what had happened. I busied myself in the kitchen and just to escape talking with Edward, I decided to make pound cake. I had never done it before and I knew it was difficult, but I tried.

After getting all my angriness on the poor dough and pounding it into the next week, my arms were hurting. I left it on the counter close to the still warm oven. The stubborn cold bird was still in the sink when I finally retracted to our bedroom. It was past two in the morning.

I shouldn't have been surprised to find them on the bed. Edward was sprawled on his back, an arm behind his head and one holding Abby's small body to his chest as he snored loudly. I giggled in my hand and took my clothes off, slipping the nightdress on me before crawling in next to them. Despite the late hour, I couldn't sleep. I propped my head in my hand and watched them sleep.

I might have stared for too long or too intently because Edward's eyes opened and he blinked a little before setting them on me.

The arm from behind his head came to touch my cheek. "I'm sorry for earlier," he whispered in a groggy voice.

"I forgive you." I caught his hand in mine and kissed it, pressing my lips to the cold wedding band. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said softly, twining our fingers. "Sleep?"

I nodded and moved closer, settling my head in the crook of his neck. His hand came to rest on my shoulder after tugging the blanket better over us. I had a dreamless and restful sleep.

"Bella?" I heard my name being called but I was too tired. "Sweetheart, you have to wake up," the voice insisted. "I'm sure your dough shouldn't be on the counter. Wake up."

Dough. Counter. My pound cake's dough!

I shot up, narrowly missing Edward's head. "Holy shit!" I yelped as my feet touched the cold floor as I sprinted to the kitchen.

Sure enough, my dough was over the top of the bowl and spilling on the counter. I felt like panicking, unsure what to do first. The bird finally looked defrosted.

"Can I help you with anything?" Edward asked from behind me.

"See if the turkey's indeed defrosted and if it is then put it on a tin after washing and covering it with spices."

He set to work while I started working on the pound cakes. I had only one oven. I should have thought before doing this. I couldn't do them both and they'd both rot if I wouldn't cook them soon.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I wished I wouldn't have acted on impulse.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Edward hugged me to him and I sagged in his arms, letting the tears flow as I mumbled my impediment. I expected him to laugh and tell me that I was silly, but he didn't.

"Do you want me to run over to Laura and ask if we can put the turkey in her oven?"

That sweet thought that hadn't occurred to me before made me cry even harder. This time Edward did chuckle.

"Is it that time and I don't know?"

I pushed against his shoulder, straightening my back and wiping my tears. "I'm just worried, Edward. It's the first time we're having your parents over. It's our first Christmas together with Abby and them. I want everything to be perfect," I admitted.

"And it will be, but you have to stop worrying. You'd make yourself sick. I'll go to Laura."

I nodded and continued to prepare the first pound cake. It would be a chocolate one.

Laura agreed to help us and Edward went back with the turkey and everything else I told him to put on it. While I was scrubbing after my dough mess, I heard Abby calling for Edward. Sure, call the enemy, I thought amused.

She was sitting up on her bed, grasping the bars and looking at the open door.

"Did you plan to take a walk?" I asked amused, reaching for her.

She slapped my hand as big tears formed in her green eyes. "Edood!"

"Sorry, kiddo. He's not here."

She slapped me again and started wailing. "EDOOD!"

"Edood's busy," I muttered. "I'm mommy," I explained slightly annoyed. "You were perfectly fine with me until he decided to spoil you."

Her lower lip trembled as more tears rolled down her cheeks and loud screams left her little body as I reached for her.

"Damn it, Abby!" I shouted. "Edward's not here! Deal with it!" I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, all the while having her high pitched scream in my ear and her hands in my hair.

She wouldn't even eat. She sounded like a broken record as she cried his name over and over again. Her tantrum made Cody start barking and I was moments away from drowning myself in the kitchen sink – as if it was possible – when Edward returned.

"Finally!" I shouted. He looked startled.

"What is this?" he whispered taken aback by the wails.

"She wants Edood," I snapped.

"Is that so?" he said teasingly and went to Abby who quieted when she saw him.

Peace and quiet. My ears were ringing.

While Edward was feeding her, I looked at the hour. There was roughly an hour before his parents' plane landed.

"You should go to the airport. You don't know how bad traffic could get," I told him.

"Is it time already? Where did the morning go?" Edward groaned, putting Abby back in her high chair. He left to get dressed and of course Abby wanted him again, so I went to bundle her up so she could go with him.

I caught up with Edward just as he was leaving. "Wait!"

He turned to me and his eyebrows rose high getting lost in his hair. "Why is Abby dressed for outside?"

"Because you're taking her with you. I'll help you strap her in her seat," I promised knowing how freaked he was when it came to the child safety seat.

"Are you sure, Bella? Wouldn't she be better here?"

"No. I'm sure she'd love to be with Edood," I joked, kissing mouth and opening the car's door. Ten minutes later, she was strapped in her seat, plush toy in hand and pacifier in mouth. Perfect.

"Don't worry about her. Pay attention to the road," I whispered, rearranging his scarf.

"I will. She's surprisingly calm in the car." He chuckled. "But then again, she was born in the car."

I narrowed my eyes at him and playfully pressed my fist to his cheek before kissing him. "Be careful."

"Of course." He nodded seriously, slipping behind the wheel.

"Drive slowly, better be late than…something to happen," I whispered and closed the door. I tapped my nails to the back window and waved to Abby and for some miraculous reason, she waved back.

I stayed in the driveway watching them roll slowly on the icy road until I remembered about my pound cakes and rushed inside just in time to hear the landline phone ringing.

I answered while looking inside the oven to make sure everything was okay.

"Hello?"

"Bella, I think we're going to be a little late," Liz said upset.

"What happened? If this is about bringing something, don't bother."

"I promised Edward that apple pie."

"Oh, don't worry. We're just having dinner tonight. I'm sure no one will care there's no pie," I told her softly.

"But still…" She sighed. "I will make a new one for Christmas dinner."

"A new one?" I echoed surprised, not understanding anything anymore.

"I was gone for a little while for last minute shopping and I let Edward with the pie. Of course, it's burned!" she moaned. "He's really useless in the kitchen."

I fought against my smile. "Don't worry. Just come. I have to go, though," I added quickly remembering about my bird.

"We'll be there shortly, and I truly hope you're not going out of your way."

"Of course not," I said laughing.

She laughed as well before hanging up. How could I not go out of my way? It was our first Christmas with Abby, not like she'd remember it, but still.

By the time the doorbell rang, the turkey was transferred to my oven and the pound cakes were out. Cody started barking and scarping at the front door.

I grabbed his collar and dragged him away so I could open the door. He tried to lunge out but only whined when he realized he couldn't.

"Hello," I whispered through gritted teeth to Liz and Ed. "Just stay fucking put!" I snapped. "What's wrong with everyone?"

"Hi! Do you need help with him?" Ed offered.

"We didn't have time to walk him…" I said tentatively, not really wanting to tell him to walk our dog. He was the guest after all.

"Leash?" he asked smiling.

"You really don't have to," I insisted.

"But I want. Come on. I'm sure he's dying to get out."

We looked at Cody who was looking at the door and whining. I handed Ed the leash once I fastened it to Cody's collar.

"Be careful, he's tough," I advised.

He waved a hand to me and opened the door. Cody tugged him out of the house barking and almost spazzing. Damn, hyper dog!

I closed the door and turned to see Liz looking at me amused. I became self conscious, wondering if there was something wrong with my clothes or maybe I had something on my face. When I checked myself in the hallway mirror, she chuckled.

"He always wanted a dog, but I knew that I'd be the one taking care of it so I'm sure he's more excited than Cody right now," she told me softly.

"Oh, I always wanted a dog, but never really thought I'd get one. I'm glad Edward walks him in the morning or evening when he has time. When he's on a game away, it's too much," I admitted.

"I'm sure, dear. Why don't you go, freshen up while I take over what you were doing?" she offered.

"Everything is done. Just go to the living room or something," I said embarrassed.

"You alone?" she asked after a moment.

"Yeah, they went to get Esme and Carlisle. I'm going to change my clothes."

Fifteen minutes later, I was showered and wearing my clothes. As much as I loved Edward's shirts, I knew that it would be nice to wear something that actually fit me, although one thing I love about his shirts was the way they masked the rings of fat that were still there after Abby's birth. I was starting to look better, but there was still fat on my ass that seemed to have been glued there – not that Edward complained about that, or about my still bigger than normal breasts. There were so many changes, some that would actually remain with me.

When I reached the living room, I saw that Ed had returned.

"He's in the kitchen. I didn't know how you cleaned the paws."

"Just a moist cloth," I explained and went to clean Cody. I was glad he had actually thought about it, unlike Edward who had brought Cody inside after an especially muddy walk and let him wander all over the house. It wasn't a pretty sight after coming home tired from my classes. Edward even asked if it would be wise to sleep on the couch – that meant he realized his mistake so I allowed him to sleep with me. Not like I could sleep apart, unless it was necessary.

I dreaded his next game away, especially now that Abby seemed so attached to him. She was going to drive me crazy.

And now...I have to do a little self pimping. I'm started a new account for a colab I'm doing with a dear friend. If you're interested, the penname is tiwstedsistersRB (http:/www .fanfiction .net/u/3879640/)

Here's a little tease:

Can true love make the worst nightmare a beautiful dream?
~M~H~N~F~
I finally looked better at his friend, curious of why he was introducing us. He never introduced me to his friends.
Oh, damn! This Edward Masen was gorgeous, but I was allowed to look, right? He was at least ten years older than me, but anyone could see how beautiful he was; from his tousled bronze-like colored hair, to his thick black eyebrows, his deep green eyes, his chiseled jaw covered with a dust of hair and those luscious lips. Damn, he was perfection.
"Miss Swan," he greeted me, standing and catching my hand, bringing it to his pouty lips. "My pleasure." His voice was like melted chocolate.
"Mr. Masen," I said politely, trying to keep the stutter out of my voice. My insides had turned into goo the second he touched me.
~M~H~N~F~
He was doing this to be alone with his bimbos.
He failed to be a parent and decided to give me away like an old car.
How could he think I'd agree to marry? Marry!
Marriage…
I was a child myself. No. I refused to do this.