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I was setting the table with Liz when I heard the car pulling up and not a minute later, Abby's loud voice babbling about something or another. I caught Liz's eyes and she grinned. She was in for a big surprise – I hadn't told them about Abby's first word.

The front door opened and after something thumped loudly against the floor, I saw Edward rushing down the hallway. Figures, she probably needed a change. I hadn't realized he'd stay for so long at the airport.

Esme followed and stopped in the doorway. "Bella, sweetie!" she cried and I rushed to hug her. I had missed her more than I missed Renee which was awful on my part.

"Hi, Esme!"

"Oh," she gasped in my ear. "Elizabeth!"

I stepped back, allowing them to talk and giving me an excuse to check on Edward. I greeted Carlisle in the hallway and the skin around his eyes wrinkled as he smiled at me. I imagined that he knew of Abby's first word, or he was generally amused by the madness.

"That is going to be yours," I explained gesturing to the room behind the stairs. "Let me help."

"I can manage, Bella, though I'm not sure about Edward. He really looked panicked when Esme said that Abby needs a change."

Rolling my eyes, I went to Abby's room. I tried to be really quiet as I watched him frowning and turning the diaper in his hands.

"You have to help me, baby. How does Bella do it? This way or this way?" he asked showing the diaper to Abby. She watched him entertained, catching her toes in her hands. "Abby, I'm serious. Help me here." Like she understood him.

"Edood!" she said throwing him a smile.

I could have sworn I heard him growl. "If I go to Bella, I'll never hear the end of it."

"I promise not to tease you in front of your parents," I whispered approaching him and slipping my arms around his waist. He froze before groaning.

"How much did you hear?"

"Enough," I answered, kissing his shoulder. "This way." I joined his hands on the diaper turning it around.

"I feel so fucking useless when it comes to this," he mumbled, slipping the diaper under Abby then fastening it around her waist. Then he turned around and wrapped an arm around me before he looked down and frowned.

"What's with these clothes?" he asked curiously.

"They're my clothes," I told him amused.

"Exactly. You never wear your clothes at home," he said seriously.

"We have guests, but to make you feel better, I might grab one of your old shirts to put over me if I get chilly," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. Edward moaned, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me against the closet, devouring my mouth while his eager fingers went under my shirt.

My fingers went to his belt right when Abby made her presence known, snapping me out of my daze.

"Maaamma!"

I whipped my head to her making Edward's lips land on my neck. How could we get so carried away? And she called me!

"Yes, baby." I picked her up hugging her. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest.

Edward whimpered behind me, hugging me and letting me feel that he wanted me.

"You know that we can't. Especially now with your parents around," I told him.

"Tell you what, they can take Abby out and I'm sure that Liz and Ed would love to show them the city. We'll be alone. What do you say?"

"Did you think a lot before you said that?" I teased him.

"Just about a minute, why?" Edward asked seriously, kissing my neck.

I pushed him away. "Let me savor the moment. She called my name," I said excited.

Edward laughed and leaned to kiss my forehead before dropping a kiss on Abby's head.

He went to change his clothes while I changed Abby's clothes and took her to the kitchen. Liz and Esme were at the table looking to the corner and laughing. I turned my head to see my crazy dog, pushing his basket and tugging at the blanket.

Esme stopped me from installing Abby in her stool and took her from me. I felt bad for letting them set the table.

"The turkey is nearly done," Esme told me. "Should we wait in the living room?"

I nodded, agreeing. There was no need to sit around the stupid bird.

"How long has it been in the oven?" Liz asked leading the way to the living room.

"Since nine this morning, but it's really stubborn. It took the whole night to defrost it," I mumbled.

"I told you not to stress over this," she admonished me.

"How could I not? It's our first Christmas with Abby, and Esme and Carlisle see the house for the first time."

"We saw it before, honey, when Abby was born. You worry too much," Esme said softly.

"I told her the same thing," Edward said loudly coming down the hallway. "Hi, Liz."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "You look tired. You're not getting sick again, are you?" she asked worried.

His eyes widened and flicked to Esme who didn't know about his cold in November. We had made up an excuse, not wanting them to worry.

"You were sick?" Esme wailed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I knew you'd freak and come over. Besides, Bella was an amazing nurse." Edward threw me a cheeky smile. "Let's sit. We have some great news."

"What news?" Carlisle asked, turning his head from the TV set.

"Sit down." Edward gestured to Esme and Liz while he plopped on his bean bag and dragged us on his lap.

"I'm curious," Carlisle insisted, reminding me of Emmett and his impatience.

"I think it's Abby that should do this," I whispered looking at her. She seemed to realize this was her moment and stood up on my lap, digging her little feet in my thigh.

"We saw in the movie you sent that she can walk," Esme said excitedly. "Put her down so she could come to me."

"After this," I promised, stroking her hair. "Tell them what you did yesterday," I encouraged Abby.

She looked at the couch then at us and patted Edward's cheek looking back to her grandparents. "Edood." Then she patted my cheek. "Mmaamma."

"Oh God! She talks!"

"We need to decide who we are going to be or the poor kid would be confused," Ed said amused. Then they proceeded to fight over who'd be nana and who'd be grandma.

I let her down and she went to Liz, knowing her better than Esme, but Liz put her between them on the couch.

Abby got their undivided attention; it was like we didn't even exist anymore. I patted Edward's leg and nodded to the kitchen. I didn't have to tell him twice.

"Mmm, it smells fabulous," he whispered as we stepped inside the kitchen.

"I think it's finally done," I said, bending to check if my assumptions were right. The skin was a light brown, just like I liked it and the straw I used to test it went through the turkey easily. "Can you take it out?" I asked Edward glancing at him.

His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened comically then he started gesturing to the living room, sputtering nonsensical words like "you said no", "they'd probably come here soon" and "not a good time."

"What?" I asked confused putting the mittens in his hand.

He looked at them then at me and laughed loudly. "Oh. The turkey…"

I gasped, finally realizing the idiot's mind had been in the gutter, like always, and whacked him in the head with the dishtowel. "Edward, grow up!"

He smirked and grabbed the tin, pulling it out. "You're the one misusing the words, love."

"And you're the one thinking with…Toto," I hissed, slapping his ass.

"What can I say? He's really demanding when it comes to Dorothy."

I rolled my eyes and let him carve the bird while I went to bring everyone to the table.

"When are you decorating the tree?" Carlisle asked as he took his seat.

"Last night…" Edward stopped talking and burst in laughter. "I mean, I wanted to do it last night, but you know…Abby's first word…"

"You're helping her with chores, I hope," Esme told Edward sternly. "With Carlisle being mostly busy at the hospital, it was so hard with Alice and Emmett."

"I am," Edward defended himself. "Honest," he insisted when she gave him a questioning look.

"In the kitchen too?"

"Yes, Mom! I learned from the time I spent with you in the kitchen," Edward mumbled.

"When he's not inventing something, everything is okay," I said giggling.

"And burning down the house," Ed quipped on an amused voice.

"It was Liz's fault for not explaining!"

"How was I supposed to know you would use a normal plastic bag?" she asked shocked. "I didn't even think to tell you."

"Of course," Edward muttered stabbing a piece of turkey and carrying it to his plate.

"What are you talking about? You burnt the kitchen?" Esme asked worried.

"Not really," I pacified her. "He had tried to surprise me with chicken but…he used a normal plastic bag to stick it in the oven."

"What happened?" she asked really worried.

"I just burnt my fingers. Nothing much." Edward shrugged.

Liz started laughing as she reached to pat his hand. "He came to us worried of what to do and even asked if he could sleep over in case Bella was too upset."

"But that was a long time ago, so let's forget about it," Edward said loudly. "This is really good." He changed the subject, pointing to the turkey.

"And when Abby was little and Bella didn't have time to cook, he came over to ask for food since he was forbidden to buy take-out," Liz went on making Edward cringe.

This dinner was a disaster waiting to happen. It was like we weren't there as they kept talking about us; Ed and Liz telling Esme and Carlisle about our adventures.

"Maybe we should retreat. They wouldn't miss us," Edward whispered in my ear as we started serving dessert.

One hour had passed, and they were still talking about us. Esme had joined, telling them about our time at her house during summer.

"You're probably right, but it's polite to stay here," I whispered back.

"We could die and they wouldn't realize," Edward moaned.

"Don't be dramatic!"

"I'm not, it's true! A meteorite could fall on us and they'd keep up their little stories!" he said hotly. "Don't they know it's not polite to gossip about someone that's next to you?"

"It's kind of amusing to see them swapping stories," I admitted listening to Esme telling a story about when Edward was little. It was the one that involved the tree and Emmett. I remembered it.

And it went on and on until…

"This biscuits are really good, Bella," Carlisle told me as if we hadn't been ignored up until that moment.

"Are you fucking serious?" Edward asked loudly.

"Edward, I really wish you'd stop cursing. Especially now that Abigail is learning to talk," Esme told him sternly.

I put my hand on his thigh and grinned at Carlisle. "Thank you."

"You just ignored our presence for the past couple of hours! Why acknowledge we exist?" Edward muttered, still upset.

"But we were talking about you," Esme insisted.

"Not with us!"

"Edward," I warned him. He always overreacted.

Thankfully, he relaxed and just scowled when anyone beside me tried to talk to him. He grunted a goodbye to Ed and Liz when they left, then we went to decorate the tree. The second we were done, Edward excused himself to give Abby her bath and put her to sleep.

"I think it was more funny than anything else," I told Esme and Carlisle. "He'll get over it by morning."

"He was always hot-headed," Carlisle acknowledged that. "If you don't mind, we'll retire. It's still early, but we're tired after the plane ride."

"Go to bed, of course." I nodded. "If you need more blankets just let me know."

I was leading them to the guest room when Edward shouted for me like someone was murdering him.

"Coming!" I shouted back and after a whispered goodnight to his parents, I rushed to Abby's room. It was empty. That's when I realized he was in our bathroom.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused as I stepped into the bathroom. "Why is Abby alone in the tub with water?"

He was hunched over the sink, splashing water over his face. "She thought it would be funny to squirt shampoo on my face," he muttered.

"Are you okay? Let me see," I said softly, prying his hands from his face. His left eye was red. "Do you want me to bring your dad?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Don't be stubborn. I'm sure he knows better."

"It says on the back of the bottle to wash thoroughly then call the doctor," he retorted.

A sudden wet spot on my back reminded me that Abby was in the tub unsupervised. I was a horrible parent.

Everyone survived the bath time and when she was finally in her bed, and I in mine, I breathed a sigh of relief.

When I woke up in the morning, I was warm, so deliciously warm, and rested. I hadn't slept so well in months. That was because I hadn't woken up during the night. As I was stretching, still close to Edward's warm body it dawned to me. Abby hadn't woken us up in the middle of the night which was odd. Was she finally sleeping through the night? So early?

"Mmm, this is nice," Edward whispered against my neck, winding his arms around my waist.

"Did you get up last night?" I whispered, snuggling better into him.

"Nope, but I heard Abby crying then Mom going to her. It's great, don't you think? We can laze here and they spend time with her. Everyone is happy."

I giggled and turned into his arms. "You okay?" I whispered, running one finger over his eye.

"Yeah. It hurt then. Enough talking." His mouth descended upon mine and he brought me impossibly close to him, squeezing me tightly.

He rolled me on top of him and kissed me again until I knew we had to stop because it wasn't polite to do it with his parents in the house. Edward's hands squeezed my ass cheeks, bucking his evident erection into me. I bucked right back, finding a perfect rhythm. We kept moving and swallowing each other's moans until I felt the tension leaving my body while Edward's dick twitched against my throbbing clit making the orgasm last longer.

"Fuck, what just happened?" Edward whispered looking totally blissed out.

"Uh, I'll tell you what happened." I giggled, kissing his stubbly cheek. "We came in our pants. Like teenagers."

His ears turned red. "You always manage to make me experience embarrassing shit. I lasted less that five seconds our first time, and now we are fucking married and you made me come in my pants."

I laughed louder, burrowing my face in his neck. "I still love you."

"I really hope so." He kissed my head, running a hand over my back. "Shower?"

"Race you," I said lightly and rushed to the bathroom.

When we were presentable again, we went in search of his parents and Abby. They were in the kitchen, eating a vast breakfast.

"Good morning. And Merry Christmas," Carlisle said lightly.

We echoed the words as we sat down at the table. Edward kept shooting me wide smiles and I kept bumping into his leg with my knee. It was like the beginning all over again.

"What's that?" Edward asked between mouthfuls of fried sausage, pointing his fork to something in Abby's hands. It looked like a book.

"Oh, that's her present!" Esme told us with a warm smile. "I knew you'd read it to her. It's a nice story. You used to love it," she told Edward.

Promptly, he choked on his bite, his eyes watering and his fist thumped against his chest. Now, I was really curious. What book would get that reaction out of him? I patted his back until he was okay and drinking juice, his wide eyes on the book.

"What is it?" I asked, the curiosity getting the best of me.

"First, swallow," Edward whisper. I did as he told me, not like I was going to choke on my food like him, or anything.

"So?"

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz," he explained, raising an eyebrow at his mother who nodded.

"It's a beautiful story," I said nodding, still confused of his reaction. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Then it dawned to me. Toto. That lone name made me burst in laughter.

His parents looked strange at me but I couldn't stop laughing. We just had to hope she wouldn't like it.

"We bought the movie too. I'm sure she'd like it more," Carlisle said grinning. "I still remember how-"

"Thank you," Edward interjected. "It's a great present."

Carlisle gave him a weird look but shrugged. "And we didn't forget about you two either. Your present should arrive, as for yours, Bella, it's under the tree."

I smiled and nodded, finally abandoning the breakfast. We all moved to the living room and while I grabbed my present from them, Edward gave them our presents.

I got a jewelry set and had no idea how to thank them. They were so beautiful.

Just as Esme was opening her present, the doorbell rang. Edward went to answer giving them a pointed look, probably confused of why someone was bringing him the present. I was sure they had brought the others here – just a nagging feeling.

"No fucking way!" Edward shouted.

"Are you not Edward Cullen?" the delivery guy asked confused as I made my way there to see what had he gotten.

"I…am… Where do I sign?" Edward asked in a whisper.

"Where would you like it?" the guy asked just as I stepped into the hallway. I had a clear view outside. On our front lawn was Edward's old piano wrapped in a plastic.

"Uh, inside." Edward gestured behind him, his wide eyes meeting mine.

Half an hour later, the piano was installed at the window and Edward's arms were still around Esme. I knew he had missed it, but never thought of bringing it here. I talked with Carlisle quietly as Edward and Esme sat at the piano whispering to each other. That was until Abby patted my arm pointing to Edward, her little lip pouting.

"Edood?" she asked confused, shrugging her little shoulder and frowning. She was adorable.

"He's a little busy," I explained, rearranging her on my lap.

"Do you want me to read you from the book?" Carlisle asked eagerly. I should have known he was dying to do it.

She nodded, probably not understanding an iota, but it was all her grandfather needed. He took her from me and opened the book. It was interesting because it had pictures, but still I was dreading Toto's apparition. Even Dorothy's.

With a heavy sigh, I slouched on the couch preparing myself mentally for this.

"Chapter one: The Cyclone," Carlisle started on a loud voice. "Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar – except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole."

I zoned out, amazed of how quiet Abby was. She really liked this. Edward and Esme joined us soon and I snuggled into Edward's side. Suddenly he cringed, but before I could ask, I heard his dad's words.

"It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly."

It sounded to me as if he emphasized the word. I couldn't help but think of dirty things on such an innocent story.

Toto made Dorothy laugh…he certainly did. She quivered in her laughter.

Edward's Toto wasn't black, but it was silky and huge, not small.

Toto played all day long if I allowed him, true. And Dorothy loved to play with him, and loved him more than anything. Of course.

"Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes," Carlisle continued on a soothing voice making my blush deepen.

Edward caught my eye, and I could see his cheeks were a light pink. He cleared his throat, leaning into my ear.

"Want to heat the food for lunch?"

I was up in a fluid movement surprising myself. Esme spared us a glance before refocusing on her husband and granddaughter. I took Edward's hand and led the way to the kitchen.

"Holy fuck!" he moaned, face-slapping himself as the door closed behind us.

"Ditto," I mumbled going to fill a glass with water. "This is all your fault!"

"Remember how I just cut him off at the table? When he wanted to say something about the book?" Edward asked on an embarrassing voice.

"Yeah?" I gulped from cold water, starting to feel better.

"Well…I always liked Toto…and when I grew up… Fuck, Bella, this is embarrassing." He moaned slumping against the counter. "I never touched it…until that party I told you about, when I kissed Sylvia for the first time. After that…" He gulped loudly. "I made good use of the magazines Emmett gave me and…when it twitched-" he gestured to his dick "-it reminded me of Toto's tail…thus the name. Now, please let's act as if we never had this conversation," he added quietly. I had seen him blush before, but never like this. His whole face was red.

"That's really…odd," I whispered, remembering my first reaction when I heard of his dick's name.

"Bella," Edward hissed, his green eyes almost sparking on his red face. "The worst part in this?" he mumbled questioningly, meeting my eyes.

I raised an eyebrow at him, fighting my smile.

"When- My Toto is really obedient and eager to wake up whenever it hears his name," he murmured, biting his lip. That sent me in loud laughter.

"Toto is always salivating when it's about Dorothy," I teased him.

"Bella, please, can we talk about something else?"

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