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Half an hour later, I was back with Tide, peanuts, a box of chocolate and pistachios.

They were in our bedroom, on the bed, watching cartoons – looking way too innocent.

"Washed already?" I asked surprised. It usually took over an hour to take Abby out of the water.

"Not even close," Edward answered, glancing at me. "She wanted her shampoo…"

"And you didn't pack it," I finished for him. He shrugged and nodded at the same time looking all cute. "Don't try that look, it's not working."

His smile widened and he leaped off the bed coming to me and wrapping his arms loosely around my waist. "You can convince her to use your shampoo, I'm sure."

"Have you met her?" I asked sarcastically. "She's exactly like you when it's about her favorite stuff."

"But I forgot! She won't die if she washes with your shampoo."

I grabbed his cheeks squeezing them before leaning to kiss him pouty lips.

"That means I'm forgiven, right?" Edward asked hopefully, coming after my lips when I stepped back.

"That means you are going to wash her." With a final kiss, I went to the bathroom to start washing the shirts.

"What? No, no, no!" he whined, coming after me. "You're joking!"

"Nope. If you decide to wash her now…I'll be here in case you need something," I added with a smirk.

He rushed out and I hoped he was smarter than to take her from her cartoon time, but he proved me wrong. I could hear Abby crying that she wanted to watch whatever she was watching while Edward told her it was bath time.

A minute later, they entered to the bathroom; Abby under Edward's arm, wailing as loudly as she could and kicking her feet, and my toiletries bag in his other hand.

"Ow, that was my spleen!" Edward groaned dropping her to the floor after closing and locking the door.

The new word sidetracked her. "What's a spleen?" Abby asked innocently.

"It's something I need," Edward answered, rubbing his side. "Now, about your bath…"

"Did you get my shampoo?" she asked, putting her small hands on her hips. It was too funny.

"About that," Edward started. "You can use your mom's. It smells really nice."

"I want mineeee!"

They kept bickering until I stepped in between them. "Abby, you need to take a bath. We can buy a shampoo tomorrow."

"Like I want?" she asked.

"Yes, exactly like you want. But now, you have to wash. I'll catch your hair so we don't have to wash it now," I whispered, taking the band from her hair before making a small bun. "There."

"How do you do it?" Edward muttered, adjusting the water temperature.

"Practice," I answered amused and turned to finish washing the shirts.

By the time I was done, Edward was undressed down to his boxers trying to keep Abby in the tub without splashing water everywhere. She kept talking about her plastic ducks.

"How is it going?" I asked amused, crouching behind him.

Edward glanced at me over his shoulder with wide, panicked eyes that screamed 'save me' and I took pity, kneeling next to him.

"We have to wash, Abby. You can play once you're out."

"No, no. Duck daddy has to find duck mommy and make duck babies," she said seriously, moving the big ducks to other one. Beak to beak.

Edward snorted, trying to mask it with a cough. Abby looked up at me, cocking her little head. I expected something deep, like always when she had that expression.

"How did you make baby brother?"

I choked on my spit, surely not expecting that. Wasn't it usually 'where do babies come from?', but of course she had to be different.

"Fuck, not now," Edward muttered under his breath.

"Where is baby brother?" Abby continued asking despite the fact that we couldn't answer.

"It could be baby sister," I whispered. "Let's wash you then we'll talk."

Surprisingly she obeyed and I finished washing her in ten minutes. While I was drying her, Edward decided to shower since he was sticky from ice cream too. If he thought he was escaping that talk, he was sadly mistaken.

I was on top of the bed, plaiting Abby's hair when he came out and stopped in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at me. I grinned and patted the spot next to me.

"Did you tell her?" he whispered in my ear as he leaned into my side.

"Nope. We're telling her something now."

"So? Are you sure it's not a boy? I want a baby brother. If it's a girl, can you send her back?" Abby babbled. "Please? I want a baby brother."

"It would be tough to send the baby back," I said snorting in laughter. "I'm sure you'd love whatever I have."

"But I want a baby brotheeer!" she whined, her eyes filling with tears.

"Abby, we'll know pretty soon," Edward explained then looked at me. "We'll know beforehand this time."

I just nodded, realizing we couldn't keep it a secret since Abby wanted this so much. Maybe it would be a boy.

"And where is he now? Can I see him?"

"You'll have to wait a few months, sweetie. And your little brother is…" I trailed off, catching Edward's eye. He was frowning, probably thinking of the perfect lie, but I'd read somewhere that you should go with the truth. As much as the kid could understand. "Your brother is here," I blurted out, putting a hand over my stomach.

"Did you eat him?" Abby shrieked making me burst in laughter as Edward looked horrified at me.

"Uh, no…"

"That's where babies stay for nine months," Edward told her sounding uncertain. Yeah, I wasn't so sure about this anymore.

Abby looked even more scared than earlier. "I was there too?"

"Yep, little bit."

"No!" she shouted. "How did I get out? Did you potty me?"

That made me laugh even harder, although I had no idea what to answer.

"You came out on your own. It was beautiful. Remember, we told you how it's really unusual for babies to come to world in a car?" Edward asked, distracting her.

She nodded vigorously. "Yeah. I'm special."

"Yes, you are." He took her on his lap and kissed her head. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, Daddy!" she answered seriously hugging him around the neck.

I smiled at them, wrapping my arms around both of them, snuggling into Edward's side. We had passed this talk. Thank God.

"Your hair looks pretty," Edward commented, stroking her head.

Abby beamed up at him. "Mommy planted it!"

"I plaited it, Abby," I corrected her. She said the most adorable things sometimes.

Edward grinned and squeezed her tightly to him. "Do you want to finish your cartoons?"

"Yeah. I like the mouse."

"Jerry's nice, but Tom's better," he muttered, passing Abby to me to bring the laptop to the bed.

We settled against the headboard with Abby sprawled on our laps, watching Jerry's antics. She kept her head in my lap liking when I played with her hair. Like father, like daughter. Edward ended up with her feet on his lap, and he couldn't stay still for five minutes. He just had to start tickling her.

She groaned, growing annoyed that she couldn't focus on the cartoon because her daddy was tickling her; and decided to make him pay back by kicking her feet.

"Ah!" Edward sucked in a deep breath and finally pushed her off his lap. His legs were crossed. Ouch. She had hit Toto.

Catching his eye, I knew that my assumption was correct. Edward gulped and took a huge breath, blowing it loudly through his nose.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, biting my lip.

"Yep," he muttered through gritted teeth.

I scooted closer to him and Abby leaned her head on my stomach, captivated by the cartoons while my hand went to Edward's thigh.

"Does it hurt?" I never understood his pain, but I thought that it might hurt really badly because all men acted like the end of the world when their jewelers were hurt.

"Fuck yeah," he mumbled.

"You kinda deserved it. You should have stopped bugging her."

"But I can't keep my hands to myself. She's so adorable. I feel like squeezing and teasing her every second."

I grinned. "She's growing up, Edward. She doesn't like to be coddled anymore."

"Why must they grow up?" he moaned. "She used to love when we had our moments."

"Trust me, she still loves them…but on her terms. That means when she wants it, not when you want it," I explained.

"I can hear you," Abby pointed out.

"Watch your cartoons and don't mind us," Edward teased her, taking her little hand in his and kissing it. Then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders bringing me closer and dipping his head until our lips met. The smoldering look in his green eyes made my stomach clench.

I always loved it when we found a few moments for us, even if Abby was nestled between my legs. My hand went to his hair, keeping him close to me. It was hard to separate. I never got enough of his kisses and his sweet scent.

*RA*

The next day was actually really nice outside and we sunbathed, even took Abby into the water. She was the happiest from her spot in Edward's arms. But most of the time, she spent it on the towel, playing in the sand.

We became faithful clients of the boy at the ice cream parlor, and after the third day, he plucked up his courage and asked Edward if he was the shooting guard, number 17 of the Bulls. After Edward sized him up and down, he nodded which made the boy shout out before coming from behind the machine to hug him and ask for an autograph. I still wasn't used to this, and nor was Edward. He was still freaked by this whole thing, especially when they met many fans at once.

"You're taller than it looks on TV," Joe, the ice cream boy, said with a huge grin on his face.

"Uh, thanks. I'm still the shortest of them all at six feet two inches," Edward told him with a shrug, but I could see his ears were red.

"Is it true that I can grow taller if I play basketball?" the boy asked.

"Definitely, kid. I think I'm past the growing age, but I still grew by one inch in the past few years. And height isn't an issue. If you're good, there will be a position for you."

I was glad that after so many times I told him how great he was and that nothing but his talent mattered, he got it.

I let him talk with Joe and turned my attention to Abby who was licking her ice cream cone from every angle. She beamed at me before going back to licking.

"Slowly, Abby. If your throat hurts, it will be your fault," I chided her.

"Let her be," Edward told me amused, ruffling Abby's hair and bringing her closer to his leg. She grabbed a fistful of his khakis and after a blinding smile to her daddy and Joe, she continued eating her ice cream.

We spent the afternoons on the beach mostly. Edward had brought a Frisbee and everyone got a turn at playing, but Cody loved it the most. After many pleadings we bought a beach ball and that became Abby's favorite. I ended up playing with her while Edward sat on the towel and just threw the Frisbee for Cody. Typical male.

To make it more amusing, he was wearing his stupid shades – the ones he had bought on our honeymoon. Abby told him that he looked silly after she got over the initial shock of seeing her hero daddy wearing such a thing.

I grew tired of running after the stupid ball and went to the blanket, stopping right over him.

"You're blocking my sun, wife."

I let the ball fall on his face, finally getting a reaction. He sat up and glared at me, or so I thought since I couldn't see his eyes.

"What?" he barked, hugging the plastic ball to his chest.

"It's your turn to play with her. I'll keep your spot warm," I joked and plopped down.

"Keep my beer cold," he told me with a grin. After a kiss, he took Abby's hand and went a few feet away to play.

Since I couldn't drink alcohol and have the excuse for his beer disappearing, I started digging a small hole in the sand, to keep the can cool. Cody found that moment to return with his new, favorite toy, but seeing what I was doing, he decided to help.

For a start, I was glad he was a dog and he was great at digging holes. As long as he kept his hole digging habit away from my garden, we were friends.

I had finally planted the rose seeds Esme had sent me so long ago, and Cody seemed to love to dig holes exactly there. We fought a lot about that, and I won every time after locking him in the laundry room for a few minutes while he calmed down.

When the hole was like I wanted, I distracted him by throwing the Frisbee away…toward Edward.

"Watch out!" I yelled as the plastic plate missed his head by a few inches. It was probably the last time I threw something away. My aim was horrible – always been.

"Are you trying to decapitate me?" Edward called out in between chuckles which resulted with a ball in the face since he wasn't paying attention.

I shrugged and after putting his can of beer in the hole, I applied a fresh round of sunscreen cream on me then relaxed on the blanket. Cody came to me, whining that he still wanted to play.

"Just stay down. Relax," I mumbled, putting Edward's cap over my face.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I heard them above my head talking, mostly Abby. She still switched to the unknown baby talk when she was excited, but she mostly used words we understood.

After some time, I rolled on my stomach and watched them playing soccer then volley. Abby seemed to like soccer more because she didn't have enough strength or the right high for volley ball.

I heard one of the phones ringing from the bag and dug through it, tearing my eyes away from my perfect family. Thinking I was searching for food, Cody stuck his muzzle in the bag but I pushed him away and extracted my phone which had stopped ringing.

Rose. Before I could call her back, Edward's phone started ringing. They had probably lost us, or Emmett needed something. He was always insistent when he couldn't reach us.

"Hi," I answered, tugging the cap better on my eyes and rolling on my back.

"Bella? Why are you answering his phone? I need to talk to him!" Emmett demanded.

"Rose did call me first," I pointed out. "Besides, Edward's a little busy right now."

"Yeah, well. I told her to call you since Eddie's not answering. Busy, how?"

"He's with Abby. Is it important?" I asked and reached to scratch Cody when he put his head on my stomach.

"Uh, no. Maybe… It's between us," Emmett explained, stumbling over words.

"I know about the surprise," I told him amused. "We're staying at your house, right?"

"He told you?" he moaned. There was some rustling from the other end and Rose took over. "Put that idiot on the phone! This was meant to be a surprise!" she yelled in my poor ear.

"It slipped, I swear. And it's my fault he told me."

"I shouldn't have taught you how to get what you want from a guy," Rose muttered. "You ruined our surprise, Bella!"

"Who's that?" Edward asked, falling on his knees next to me and handing Abby her water cup.

"Rose and Em. You should talk to them," I whispered, putting the phone in his hand. "Breathe, Abby," I warned her.

She took her mouth off the straw and took a huge breath before going back to sucking water. I had a feeling she was going to sleep well tonight at how tired she was.

"No, Rosalie! Of course, she doesn't know of that!" Edward shouted. "Yeah, I might have told her we were coming to Seattle, but nothing more!" he insisted, catching my eye before closing his. "No, woman! Put Emmett on the phone."

When he was done talking with his brother, we went back to the cottage and showered the sand off our bodies then went out for dinner.

As we looked for a new restaurant, Abby was actually quiet. But then again she was on her daddy's shoulders, being all tall and important. I actually welcomed her sitting there. I could walk hand in hand with Edward.

"Look!" Abby shrieked, pointing to a window of a Mexican restaurant. There was painted a cactus along with Speedy Gonzales. "It's cute!"

"We can eat there." Edward shrugged glancing at me.

"Would you like it? Mexican food is spicy," I reminded him.

"I'm sure I can find something."

"I'm not sure. And Abby's still too young for such food. Another time," I whispered looking up at Abby.

After a few more minutes of walking while Abby got bored and decided to play with Edward's cap, turning it around and putting it sideways on his head, we found an Italian restaurant and decided to just eat there.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked Abby once we were seated and with a menu in front of us. I rattled off a few of her favorite dishes, but she scrunched her nose.

"How about we order for us, and she eats from our plates?" Edward suggested. "You know she never eats all of it."

I agreed, knowing Abby wouldn't eat much of her food. I ordered mushroom ravioli and Edward ordered spaghetti and bruschetta. I also requested a plate and silverware for Abby, explaining that she'd eat with us. The waiter looked amused but nodded.

The waiter returned quickly with our drinks and Abby immediately starting sucking at her orange juice.

"What do you say?" Edward nudged her.

She looked up at the waiter and threw him her killer smile. "Fanks!"

"You're welcome, kiddo."

When our food came, she ended up eating the bruschettas and a little from both our plates. All the running around had made her hungry. For dessert, we ordered three distinct pieces of cake.

Edward reached to steal a bit of Abby's chocolate cake and got his hand slapped and a glare from her.

"That's not nice, little bit. I gave you my food. You have to share that cake with me," he coaxed her. Easier said than done.

"Nope!"

"Nope? Tit for tat? I'll give you a bite from my cake," he insisted.

She frowned, cocking her head. "Tit for tat? What's that?"

"The principle of sharing," Edward explained, confusing her further.

"It means, when you get something for free, you have to give back something for free too," I told her. "We offered you food from our plates, now it's nice and polite to do the same."

She looked between us then at our plates. "Tit for tat for tit?" she asked, her eyes glinting. Before we could correct her, she went on. "I want cake from you too."

"Works with me." Edward shrugged and cut almost half of his piece before transferring it to Abby's plate then taking some from her cake. He was such a kid. "Mhmm, so good!" he moaned. "You should try it too, love." He offered me his fork, and I wrapped my lips around it but not without flushing bright red.

The chocolate cake was much better than my raspberry one. "You're right. It's delicious," I said, licking my lips to get all remains of cream from there. I transferred some of mine on Abby's plate. She looked like she was in cake heaven.

"You missed some," Edward told me on a hoarse voice. He leaned closer and kissed a spot close to the corner of my mouth before pressing his lips against mine. "Delicious, yes."

I melted against him, but the moment didn't last.

"You have to eat some of Mommy's tit," Abby said loudly making me blush and Edward choke on his spit. "You know?" she said seriously when we turned to her wide-eyed. "Tit," she pointed to herself. "Tat," she pointed to Edward. "Tit," she pointed to me, beaming. Her logic was astounding.

It was only Edward's fault for such words. Trying to play it cool, I scooped some of my cake on the fork and nudged Edward's lips with it. He still looked in shock, and chewed mechanically.

"Good?" Abby asked seriously, her eyes fixed on Edward.

"Very good," he answered, throwing her a smile. "But yours is much better."

"You can have more, Daddy."

By the time we were finished, the awkward moment was forgotten and we were stuffed. On the way back, I was in charge of Cody's leash while Abby stayed in Edward's arms, trying to keep her eyes open. She was so adorable when she tried to fight off fatigue.

Aren't they sweet? Especially Abby. :)

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