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EPOV
I'd never been so angry, so out of control. I was afraid of what I might do. My palm was still itching after the three slaps Abby had received. What scared me was the fact that I wanted to keep going, to hit her again.
It's with good reason why you're angry, I told myself, taking a deep calming breath.
Everything had started with the box Bella had found in the trash bin. And because I didn't want her upset and to fight with Abby, I decided to be the responsible parent and have a talk with my daughter.
"Oh, like you haven't done stupid things in high school!" Abby shouted.
"I never claimed I hadn't," I hissed. "But the situation you got yourself into is unacceptable, Abigail!"
"Do you hear yourself? Dad, wake up! These are other times," she yelled. "So what? It happened. I really love Sebastian."
"So what?" I thundered. "Abby, you're pregnant!" I shouted. "You're seventeen! You still have another year in high school, then college!"
Her hands went to her hips. "Don't tell me you were a saint in high school!"
"I wasn't," I admitted. "I had a girlfriend and I thought I loved her, but I realized what love actually was when I met your mother. Besides, I was always careful," I added, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Oh, I see. Mom changed your view of the world. That's pretty stupid," Abby muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Abby, be careful. You're talking about your mom," I warned her. I didn't care who talked bad about Bella, but they always got my angriness on that. I had no idea what I'd do if Abby carried on speaking badly about Bella. I was afraid to think of that.
"Why? She's just Mom! I don't know with whom you were before but really…it's not like-"
"Don't finish that!" I hissed.
"Or what?" she challenged me. "Mom's pretty stupid sometimes."
That's when – for the first time in my life – I slapped her with all my might over the left cheek. "If you ever say another bad word about Bella, so help me, Abby," I snapped.
She watched me with huge eyes, clutching her cheek. My heart was in my mouth and as her hand lowered, I saw the imprint of my palm on her cheek. My stomach twisted. What was wrong with me?
"I didn't mean to…" she mumbled. "But you claim I have to be careful and ready when…"
"When what? We had you after we got married," I pointed out. "We've been together for at least three years. We were sure we loved each other."
"That's not what I meant! You said that after the twins, it was enough," she told me seriously.
"Abby, we're already planning on moving to Seattle. I know that it's tough to share your room with your brother, but once there, you'll have your own room. And it's not like we planned to have another baby. It happened. Do you think it's easy for your mom? She's forty!"
"I thought you were here to scream at me for how stupid I was to get pregnant, but we're back to Mom. Fuck Mom," she added under her breath, but I heard her and the back hand connected with her cheek before my palm followed the pattered on the other cheek.
She burst in tears, but it was the first time I didn't cave at the sight of her tears. "When you've calmed down and decided to stop insulting your mother, come and talk with us," I snapped, turning on my heels and leaving her room.
I leaned against the counter top, clutching at my hair. No matter what she had said, I shouldn't have hit her.
I had never touched her in all her seventeen years. The only time I pushed one of my children was some years ago when we were at the mall and the twins were little. We were on our way to the parking lot when Will had wandered away, and we found him talking to a homeless person. I had grabbed his arm and turned him to me, yelling to never do such a thing. For the rest of that week I had mentally kicked myself as I watched the purple bruise on his upper arm. He was only five.
When a small hand rested on my back, I turned around and hugged Bella to me.
"What happened?" she whispered worried.
"I slapped her," I choked out, letting the tears fall. "Bella, I broke my own promise."
"Edward, it's serious what she did. I would probably have done it too," she whispered. "But did you talk?"
"Not much. She said some bad things about you and I kind of lost it," I murmured in her hair. "How are you feeling?" I asked, stepping back and touching her bulging stomach.
"Less tired, but my back is still killing me. This is the last time, I'm serious. I can't do it again," Bella said seriously.
I grinned. "You know I love to see you pregnant and barefoot."
"Ha, fucking, ha," she muttered making me laugh.
"Don't steal," I teased her, pressing my lips to her forehead. "Bella, what are we going to do?" I wondered after a few quiet minutes.
"I'm seeing Marcus next week, so I'll take Abby with me."
"I want to meet that fucker," I muttered.
"That fucker has a name, Dad!" Abby snapped from the doorway. "If you promise not to kill him, I'd invite him over after school tomorrow."
"I'll make sure to finish before three then," I said thoughtfully.
At thirty-three, I had decided to retire from basketball and continue with my medical studies. It had been tough in the beginning, until I got around with finishing med school and finding a way to be with my family around the crazy schedule, but I was doing what I had wanted since Carlisle had adopted me.
I was a pediatrician, and I still had no idea what had been in my head when I chose that. I loved kids and seeing them hurt was awful, especially the ones from the center I was visiting once a month. I always tried to let the other doctors do those visits. What I saw there, hit a little too close to home.
When I arrived home from work the next day, I found only Bella there which was unusual.
"Hey," I greeted her looking around. "Where's everyone?"
"Ed took them to the zoo," she answered smiling and reached up to kiss me.
"Even Daniel?" He was too cool to spend time with his little brothers.
"Guess?" Bella raised an eyebrow. "He's staying at school. Study group." He was our little genius.
"I see. And Abby?"
"That's why everyone is gone, Edward. She should be home any time now. Can you please behave? Maybe…the guy is actually decent."
I sighed, closing my eyes. "Bella, love, he got her pregnant. You think that's decent?" I asked carefully.
"Before she left to school, we talked a little."
"And?" I muttered going to the fridge in search for food. Taking the pot out I turned to look at Bella and see why she hadn't answered. She was biting that succulent lip of hers. "What did Abby tell you?"
"Don't get upset, okay?" she whispered coming to me and grasping my arm. I shrugged, urging her with my eyes to continue. "It was their first time…"
Before I could process the words, the front door opened and I heard voices carried down the hallway and into the kitchen.
It was her first time? Haven't they heard of protection? We should have talked with her about this shit.
"I'm home," Abby said, poking her head around the corner.
I saw Bella gesturing to the living room before looking at me concerned. I wasn't sure what she was seeing. My mind was working a mile per minute.
"Are you fucking with me?" I hissed, slamming the pot to the counter and stumping to the living room.
"Edward!" Bella shouted from behind me. She couldn't stop me. I was on a mission.
Okay, girls didn't know about this…although kids those days knew too much for my liking. But that fucking bastard knew better than not to wear a condom! I wanted to wring his neck.
They were on the couch, holding hands while Abby was whispering something. He looked scared, which he should be.
I stopped next to them clearing my throat. I wanted to beat the shit out of him when he looked worried at me. He had taken advantages of my little girl!
"Daddy, this is Sebastian – my boyfriend," Abby explained looking anxiously between us.
"It's so nice to meet you. I've heard about you," Bella said from behind me making me jump. When did she come here?
"You what?" I asked confused. I didn't recall Abby speaking of a boyfriend.
"That's because I knew you'd overact. We wanted to wait until making introductions," she told me. "But this time is as good as any other."
"That's right," I muttered. "Can I have a word with you? In private?" I asked through gritted teeth, looking at the douche.
Abby made to stop me, but Bella sat on her other side and whispered something. I went to the kitchen, expecting the douche to follow. He didn't disappoint. Once we were both inside the kitchen, I closed the door tightly and turned to him.
He looked like a mama's boy, coddled all his life, a combination between that Newton kid and Bella's old friend – now Sylvia's husband, Nathan. The dirty blond hair was styled over his head, but it didn't seem to cooperate, behind the thick, black rims of his glasses his blue eyes seemed huge with fear and his face looked like a baby's bottom. Did he even start to grow facial hair? How old was this fucker?
"Erm…Mr. Cullen," he mumbled, holding eye contact. At least, I appreciated the effort.
"What the hell was in your head, boy? Have you ever heard of protection?" I hissed. "She's just seventeen! There's another full year of school until college!"
"Sir, we didn't want to go that far…and we didn't think of…protection," he whispered, gulping audibly. "It wasn't until a week ago when Abby told me she wasn't feeling well and that…you know…her period didn't come?" he asked, sounding uncertain. "I'm really sorry. We didn't want this to happen, but I promise to take full responsibility."
I was shocked. There was no come-back to his words. This douche wasn't a douche after all.
"You should have thought with the other head," I muttered, annoyed with myself that all my big father speech was out the window. "At least, you want to be part of this…and I appreciate it." What teenager in their right mind would stick? Maybe, just maybe, he really loved her.
"Of course, sir! I'm staying…until August," he added sheepishly.
"What?" I thundered.
"It's not that I want to leave!" he said hurriedly. "I have to…I've been accepted to University of Washington. I have to…go. If there was any other way, I promise I'd stick."
"You're going to Seattle?" I seethed.
The kitchen door opened and Abby appeared next to me. "Daddy, please don't do this. Seb is going there with a full scholarship." She looked between us thoughtfully. I could see the fucker shaking his head as my baby cleared her throat looking all important. "He's playing basketball."
Did she think that was going to soften me?
Maybe a little.
Maybe a lot.
Maybe not at all.
"Abby, I told you not to say that!" Sebastian moaned. "I don't want to…make you like me or anything…just because I play and got in the university because of it."
"Hold on!" I interrupted when I saw Abby opening her mouth to say something back to him. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Crap," I muttered. I fisted my hair, trying to find a way out of this mess.
We were already ready to move to Seattle. The house was done, the only missing thing was the inhabitants. After the kids were done with school, we'd start packing and by September we'd be moved in the new house.
"You can be close to her. We were planning on moving to Seattle anyway," Bella voiced my thoughts from the doorway.
"We're moving? But I have one more year!" Abby moaned.
"It's not like you'll finish school!" I muttered maybe a little too harshly because tears sprang in her eyes. "Abbs, when did this happen?" I asked.
"I dunno, Dad."
"I'll take you with me on my next appointment with Marcus," Bella chimed in. "That is…if you want this."
Abby looked panicked, like a deer caught in the headlights. "Are you stupid? I'm not killing something that it's not at fault to be there!"
"Abigail," I hissed. If she started calling Bella names again, I wasn't sure I would hesitate.
"It was just a question," Bella muttered. "Do you even know what you're doing? A pregnancy is hard, Abby. You're just seventeen!"
"Mom, I'm not killing the baby!" Abby shouted then promptly burst in tears and ran away.
Great. This was going better and better.
I saw Bella turning to go after her and caught her elbow, shaking my head. "Let me. If you go there…it might end in a cat fight," I joked kissing her forehead. "He's kinda alright," I added lowly, jerking my head to Sebastian who seemed rooted in his spot.
"He's not that bad. Go to Abby," Bella encouraged me.
I stepped inside her room and found Abby on her bed, hugging her knees and crying. Why did I offer to come here? I still felt hopeless and useless when Bella cried, but now that I saw my daughter crying, it made my heart twist.
I sat next to her and she snuggled into me, hiccupping. "I'm scared, Dad."
I hugged her tightly unsure what to say. I was scared too. "I know. You really should talk to mom about this. She'll know better how you're feeling," I explained softly. "And I'm sure she didn't suggest abortion. She is just worried about what would happen with you. Just like I am."
"I can do this, Dad. It's not ideal, I'm aware…but it happened."
I sighed, leaning my back against the wall bringing her with me. We stayed quiet until she finally calmed down.
"Were you serious about moving?" she mumbled against my chest.
I dragged my eyes away from the posters Danny had on his side of room to look at her. "Yes. We need that house. I'm sure you're sick of sharing with your brother."
"That's why I'm mostly gone," Abby giggled.
"And doing stupid things…like getting pregnant," I added, shaking my head. "Do you love him, Abby?"
"If I say yes, would you promise not to give me the speech that I'm too young and that I don't know a thing about this?"
"I won't because I have my siblings as an example of high school sweethearts."
"I really do, Dad. And he loves me too. I'm glad you're not separating us more than necessary." She sniffed and I wondered if she'd start crying again. "I'm his only good friend."
No wonder. He looks like a hobo. "I see," I mumbled. "Well, do his folks know about this?" I asked looking down at her.
Abby straightened and looked away. "Dad…Seb lives with a friend of his, because as soon as he turned eighteen…the foster family he lived with threw him out. I don't really want to tell you his story, but his parents didn't want him and he ended up in the system and stayed in some building where there were many kids until he was ten when he went to a foster family then to another and so on…" She took a shuddering breath and met my shocked eyes. "Just give him some credit. He's more than you think. He's an amazing guy."
"I had no idea," I said surprised. "Now I feel bad for what I said about him."
The bedroom door opened and Bella poked her head inside. "Everything okay here?"
"Yep," I answered.
"I'm going to the store to buy stuff for dinner. You don't mind if I steal your boyfriend, right?" She grinned at Abby.
Abby looked surprised, so I decided to lighten the mood, knowing how much Bella had waited to meet him. Not especially him, but the boy that stole our little girl's heart.
"Maybe I mind," I said half-seriously.
She rolled her eyes at me before leaving. Abby met my eyes and burst in laughter.
"That actually sounds like Mom. I should be more worried about what she'd do to him than what you'd do."
"Hey!" I poked her side. "I'm supposed to be the bad guy here."
Since we had passed the hard part, I decided to go and actually eat my delayed lunch. Abby remained in her room to do some homework, but I didn't believe that was her reason.
I was cleaning my plate when my phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping my hands on the dishtowel, I grabbed the phone knowing it was Bella wondering what to buy.
Would you like to cock chick legs? You make the best!
I stared at my phone trying hard not to laugh. I'd told her a thousand times to turn off her autocorrect, but she insisted it wasn't that bad.
Abby appeared in the kitchen just then, asking about juice. I couldn't help myself and showed her the text. It was a bad idea to make her read that while drinking.
"What?" she shrieked.
The phone buzzed again since I hadn't answered promptly.
Can you see if we have any cum bottles?
"Oh my God!" I wheezed.
Love, re-read your texts then ask me again.
I pressed Send then looked at Abby who was leaning against the table laughing, her phone in hand.
"This is the worst invention to mankind!" she told me between giggles. "Seriously!"
"Did mom text you something odd too?" I asked amused.
"No. It was Seb." She looked uncomfortable. I could only imagine what autocorrect had done.
"I remember when I got my first iPhone in college and when your mom wasn't around and I texted her. Damn, I never checked the messages until she was writing back a 'what' or 'I'm sorry but that's not gonna happen' with capital letters," I told her with a huge smile. Those were the funniest things I'd ever sent. "I turned off autocorrect when I sent my Mom the most embarrassing thing ever."
"Do I want to know?" Abby mumbled.
"I don't really remember, but it was something about pussies and buttholes. I wanted to tell her I missed the butter cookies," I explained, shaking my head.
"Oh, God! What did Grandma say?"
"She asked if I was high," I said promptly. "Then Dad called to ask what drug I was on."
"I had no idea what they were talking about until I looked over my previous text message."
I put my plate away when my phone buzzed again.
Holy duck! I'm so sorry, honey! I meant to say…cook chicken and cum butt!
"Oh, your mom's trying to win against autocorrect," I informed Abby.
COCK BOTTLES! Damn thing.
"And losing horribly," I added, gasping for air.
Argh! C.O.K.E.
"She got it." I grinned proudly.
I looked up to see why Abby wasn't laughing with me when I saw her looking seriously. "Are you really okay with this?" she whispered.
I'll make chicken. And sure, buy coke. I sent that to Bella before turning my attention to Abby.
"Give me some time, okay? I have to wrap my head around this," I said slowly. "When school lets out, we're moving to Seattle. That means I have to talk to Emmett about supervising the workers and urging them to finish everything."
"I'm really sorry, Dad. I didn't want any of this to happen." She looked down.
"For how long have you…been dating Sebastian?" I dragged the words out.
"We're friends since I started high school. Remember when I told you some idiot put juice on me? That was him." She giggled. "And after a few days of being mean to him, I kind of regretted. It could have happened to anyone."
"So you talked to him?"
"Yep. We became friends and…at the beginning of this year, he asked me out. I thought we were going to juice as friends but…"
"I get it," I stopped her. "You kissed."
"Yeah. And uh, Dad? The sleepover on my birthday? It wasn't at Bonnie's," she mumbled, her whole face turning red.
"That's when it happened?"
"Don't be mad at him. We didn't expect that to happen and…don't tell me a condom is the first thing on your mind when …you know?"
"Actually, Abby, I always had a condom around. I was obsessed because the experience in Sex-Ed had scared me for life. If you want the truth, the first time I didn't wear one…your mom and me got quite the scare. We were still in college," I told her, remembering that eventful V-Day. What a disaster.
"Oh."
We moved to the living room. That talk wasn't over. I knew we'd continue over dinner.
"Are the kids staying over at Nana and Papa?" Abby asked after a few minutes of watching TV.
"Yep. And you're a kid too," I reminded her, rolling my eyes.
"So I'm going there too?" she teased.
Before I could answer in kind, my phone rang. Checking the ID caller I saw it was Danny.
"Hey, buddy," I answered.
"Dad, do something with Mom's phone! Please!" he shouted.
I fought against my smile. "Did she send you funny shit too?"
"Too? Oh my God!" he cried out. "I'm studying here, you know? And she texts me…and there's this guy next to me and— Crap. This is embarrassing," he muttered.
"What did she send you?" I wondered. This was one reason I avoided texting Bella.
"How about…I just forward it to you? I can't even say it! If you don't turn off her spell-check shit, I will," Danny hissed.
"You know she's stubborn. Anyway, are you coming for dinner?"
"NOO! Do not say that word. Ever."
I laughed realizing what text message he had. "Are you joining us for dinner? Abby brought her boyfriend over." I grinned at her when she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Oh, you met Seb! He's a cool guy! Shit. Forget I said that," Danny added quickly. "Look, I have to go. I'll be home in time for dinner." And he hung up.
"Soooo…" I eyed Abby who was squirming. "Your brother knows Sebastian."
"They met at school," she quipped.
"Reeaally? He doesn't go at the same school."
My phone buzzed again. Probably Bella's horrid text message to Danny.
"I was going to introduce you. I promise," Abby pleaded. "I knew you'd flip."
I groaned. Did I give her the impression that I'd kill her first boyfriend? To distract myself from getting angry, I opened my new text.
Mom wrote this. *cringe* If you cum for dinner, I'll give you a nice big piece of chocolate dripping cock. Your dad's gonna need help with fucking Abby's bf.
When I burst in laughter and tears, Abby shot me a confused look. I threw my phone at her. "Read that."
"TMI!" she screeched. "And do you have any idea what she actually meant to say?"
"Uh, no. But I bet she'd turn red as a tomato when she reads this," I said seriously, wiping my tears. "Bella said something about chicken earlier," I added.
"We're back!" Bella said loudly from the hallway a minute later.
I exchanged an amused look with Abby before going to help her, but I realized that someone had already helped her with the bags. Great. He was just trying to impress us.
"Good. You're still alive." I heard Abby saying in relief and probably hugging Sebastian.
"Hand me your phone," I commanded, extending my hand. Bella frowned. I shook my hand in expectation.
"Why? I'm really sorry for the horrible texts," she whispered.
"Now, Bella. Do you even know what you sent Danny? You probably scared the kid for life!" I told her sternly.
"I told him to come for dinner. I bought some chocolate cake for him." She shrugged. "He's not coming, is he?"
"Don't say that word in front of him," I advised her, showing her my phone with the most recent message from Danny. Her eyes went wide as she read.
"Holy shit! He must hate me."
"He's just embarrassed. Now let me turn off you auto-correct thingy. Before you say some other bad-ass stuff."
She punched me in the shoulder huffing. "I'm going to start dinner."
"I'll do it. Just let me take care of your stupid phone, first," I muttered.
We worked on dinner in relative silence. I fried the chicken while Bella boiled the pasta. Having made dinner together countless times before, we knew how to shift around without bumping into each other.
But tonight, it seemed that Bella was extra clumsy. Or just horny. Damn pregnancy.
The stove wasn't big, but we never got in the other's way. Until she had to lean over me to grab the salt, rubbing her boob on my arm, then she bent too much for reaching the strainer from the low cupboard.
I was still a man, even though I was forty plus years old and with children. My eyes were trained to her ass, my fingers begging to grab it and squeeze. Or part her legs and just burry deep inside her warm body.
Bella seemed obvious to what she was doing as she continued to torture me. When she reached up on her tip-toes for who-the-fuck-cares her blouse rode up and I could see her swollen stomach. For some odd reason that aroused me further.
I was literally moments away from bending her over the counter, or just throwing her on top of the counter when burnt smell reached my nostrils.
Fucking shit. The chicken!
Bella giggled and rearranged her blouse. The minx! She knew what she was doing.
"You never burn the chicken," she noted.
"And you never make water disappear," I bit back. True, she had boiled it to the point of evaporating.
I saved the chicken bits and watched amused as Bella pushed pasta in the pot. My part of job done, I leaned against the counter and watched her. I loved it when she squirmed. She never liked being watched cooking. Sweet payback for tormenting me.
Not five minutes later, she shut off the stove then whirled around. Uh huh. I better run.
Her hands grabbed my shirt and her mouth crushed on mine. It was a lost case. A losing battle to fight this. My hands went to her wide hips and brought her closer to me. We kept kissing until her hand went into my sweatpants. I groaned loudly, and a part that still worked of my brain reminded me that the kids were in the next room.
"Bella," I moaned. I just couldn't say no to her.
"No one will miss us. We have time until Danny comes home," she insisted. Her hand squeezed Toto and my eyes rolled back.
"Fuck," I hissed.
I felt Bella pressing into me. When I looked to see what she was doing, I saw the chocolate syrup in her hand.
"Dessert before dinner?" I teased her.
"It's this." She showed me the syrup. "Or fried Toto."
I gulped then grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the kitchen. Abby and her boyfriend were coming out of her room. I couldn't even be upset. She looked worried at me, but I was a man on a mission.
"If Danny comes back, make sure he waits until we're all at the table," I rasped out. Fuck. I hadn't been so turned on in a long time.
"Where are you going?" she asked confused.
"We're getting dessert," Bella answered joyfully, dragging me to our room.
"EW! MOM!" Abby fake-gagged behind us.
I heard Sebastian asking something as I shushed Bella, pushing her to our room.
"Yep. Totally normal behavior," Abby said loudly making me laugh.
I kicked the door shut behind us before taking Bella's blouse off.
"Do you think it's rude we left them alone? They know what we're doing." She caught her bottom lip between her teeth watching me worried.
"Now you decide to be embarrassed, Bella? They know to stay away." I grinned, cupping her swollen boobs. I loved having her pregnant.
Not leaving room for argument since it was her idea, I took the syrup from her hand and drizzled some over her chest. We walked to the bed and before the syrup could make a mess, I started licking it. So good. Once Bella was clean, I couldn't wait much longer. I knew she wanted to reciprocate, but I'd burst if she even touched me.
So I came up with an idea. Like always. I had to be ingenious when her stomach came in between us.
"Can you stay on your knees facing the headboard?" I asked hoarsely, tracing her spine with my fingertips.
"Of course."
I knelt behind her and hugged her tightly. My lips peppered kisses on her shoulder and my hands moved over her arms until I wrapped my fingers around hers, on the headboard. Slowly, I nudged her legs further apart and taking one hand away, I guided my dick in her warm pussy. Once I was fully buried in her warm and silk tunnel, I grabbed her hand again.
Fuck. It felt so damn good.
"Are you going to move this century?" Bella whined, wriggling her ass.
I bit back a moan, and backed out slowly then pushed in quickly. Her head reared back, onto my shoulder, giving me access to her slender neck while my hips did the job. We hadn't really tried this position before. We'd been idiots.
"Put syrup on my neck," Bella breathed.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Put syrup on my neck, Edward. Please." I felt her walls clamping on me. She was turned on by her kinky idea.
I reached for the bottle that was lost somewhere in the bed then drizzled some chocolate on her neck. It rolled over her shoulder then her boob. I groaned loudly and attacked her skin with kisses and licks. Chocolate and Bella. My two favorite things wrapped up in one.
"Yes! Yes! Like that!" she shouted, moving over my dick faster.
"Holy shit!" I moaned, biting the spot where her shoulder met her neck. She thrashed against me, spurring me. One hand wrapped around her neck, keeping her head on my shoulder and the other went to her swollen stomach. Then I was fucking her in earnest.
Bella was holding on the headboard as if her life depended on it. I held her tighter to me when I felt the bed moving.
How long has it been since our last time?
Maybe a week.
A fucking eternity.
"Edward. Edward. Edward."
I grinned in her neck then titled her head and pressed my lips to hers. I knew she was seconds away from coming when one of her hands grabbed my hair and pulled at it. Then she was screaming.
I was proud of myself that I still got the groove. But I wasn't done so I leaned back since my legs started hurting. Bella got the clue and turned around – somehow managing that without slipping from my dick. And she was in charge.
It didn't take long until I exploded, bringing her another orgasm. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I gasped for air.
Bella curled next to me, entangling our legs and putting her head on my shoulder. Her hand drew circles on my chest.
"You're completely insane," she whispered.
"But you love me," I teased her, bringing her tightly to my side.
"Well, you're pretty good between the sheets and you make delicious mac and cheese."
I fake-gasped before I started tickling her. "Is that true?"
Bella propped up on her elbow looking in my eyes. "You know I could go on forever about the reasons I love you."
"Me too. Me fucking too, love." I kissed her softly before I rolled out of the bed. "We better join them for dinner."
"Do you think I can face them?" she shrieked.
I chuckled. "It was you who told Abby about dessert before dinner."
That comment earned me a shirt-slap over my back. When we looked presentable again, I grabbed her hand and the chocolate syrup bottle before starting to the kitchen.
There was some banging around and hushed voices. I could see Danny was home because his sneakers were askew like always and in the middle of the hallway. Like father, like son.
I glanced at Bella and winked. She narrowed her eyes at me.
Clearing my throat loudly I called out for them. "Parents coming so there better be no funny business!"
Bella slapped the back of my head before shuffling inside the kitchen, avoiding eye-contact with everyone.
Danny's eyes were wide and his fingers were stuck in his ears. Abby was plating the food. Sebastian was frozen in the process of pouring juice in a glass.
I played it coolly, heading to the counter and depositing the bottle there, staring at it for a long time before facing the kids. Kids. I almost snorted. They were so big.
"What?" I asked confused.
"When we move to Seattle can my room be far, far, far away from yours? PLEASE!" Abby moaned.
Bella made a small noise and I glanced at her to see her red face staring intensely at the pasta pot.
"Deal," I said amused.
"Me too," Danny added.
"Of what I heard the house has two floors so you can have the upper one. How does that sound?" I asked.
"Perfect. When are we moving?" Abby asked eagerly.
Maybe we should have toned it down around them, but it wasn't my fault Bella was horny when she was pregnant. I hated to deny her.
Dinner went by rather smoothly. Everyone got over the rather awkward moment of the parents disappearing for some fun.
Danny kept asking about the new house, but we didn't know much. Emmett kept us updated as much as he could, but it was different. We had to trust Mom and Rose to make it nice. We'd obviously add our touches to it when we moved there, but that was at least a month away.
"You have to start packing, though," Bella told them. "Stuff you don't use daily. I'll go to buy some big boxes so we can start packing."
She kept talking with our children while I tried to make small talk with Sebastian. What he was going to study, what he liked to do, where he was going to stay, if he was serious about my Abby. The usual.
He wasn't at all how I thought he'd be…all that 'mama's boy look' I had thought about earlier was actually shyness and embarrassment. At some point he admitted about how he lived and everything else Abby had told me. Hearing it from him made me feel even worse for the things I thought of him.
I moved to the living room with the boys. Danny trying to be funny settled for tonight's game. He grinned when he saw me scowling. A part of me missed those days. So much.
That really got Sebastian talking. I think I just found a huge fan I hadn't met yet.
When my cell phone rang, I was in the middle of telling him about the glory days.
When I saw it was Ed, I immediately thought something was wrong with the kids. And I had every right to worry.
"Could you come and take Jack home?" he asked without greeting me.
"What's wrong?" I asked worried.
"He won't eat, and we tired everything. It's getting old."
"Maybe he doesn't like what you're having?" Jack always had preferences.
"We're having pork with sweet potatoes."
I groaned. "He doesn't like either, Ed. Don't make him," I told him quickly.
"Uh, already did."
"Is he okay?" I got up knowing what happened when you made a kid eat something he didn't want.
"I guess? He's with Liz in the bathroom."
"I'll be right there." I sighed and after telling Bella I was bringing the kids back, I sped there.
Here I thought that Ed had figured out how to be around kids. Apparently not. Why hadn't Liz stopped him?
The front door was unlocked so I let myself in when I arrived at their place. "Jack?" I asked loudly.
He rushed to me and I picked him up. "Hey, buddy."
"Papa Ed made me eat yucky food," he confessed in my neck, clinging to me.
"Thank God you made it!" Ed exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen.
"Well this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't insisted," I hissed.
"He's too picky."
"Edward, honey, he didn't want anything of what we offered him," Liz announced to me, joining us.
I rearranged Jack in my arms. He was getting heavy. "I think I told you to give him whatever he wants. Hasn't he been through enough already? Let the kid decide what he wants!"
"Well, Lizzie made him fries but he didn't like them either. He had something to complain about that too."
"They were too greasy," Jack mumbled.
"And you made him eat the pork? I fucking told you he hates it!" I shouted. "Where are the twins?" I added, trying to calm down.
"In your old room," Liz whispered. She looked worried.
"Bring them, will you?" I snapped.
"Edward, you don't have to take them…" Ed started saying then shut up.
"Yes, I do. They're mine and they're allowed to eat whatever the fuck they want! If you do this again, I swear to you that they'll never spend a minute here anymore!"
His eyes widened. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask whether he did anything, but I was afraid I'd bust his mouth if I heard he had touched Jack.
When Tommy and Willy came out of my old room, I grabbed their backpacks and stepped out of the apartment. They followed dutifully.
"Bye," I muttered for Liz mostly.
Once in the car, I strapped Jack in the seat while the twins buckled their seat belts. Running a hand through my hair, I kissed Jack's head.
"You okay now?"
He nodded slowly, biting his lip. Fuck.
I leaned over him. "What really happened?" I asked, glancing at the twins. Any answer would be better.
"Papa Ed insisted Jack eat the food. He didn't like it. Nana Liz made him fries, but he didn't like them either," Tommy explained.
"Then Papa Ed started shouting that he had to eat and to stop being finicky. Jack started crying that he wanted you and that you never made him eat something he didn't like," Willy added.
"He shouted?" I asked surprised.
"Yes." Tommy nodded. "Then he slammed his palm on the table."
I took a shuddering breath, being moments away from heading upstairs and kicking the shit out of him.
"Did he…?" I couldn't finish that.
"No, he didn't hit Jack," Willy whispered. "Nana Liz told him to calm down."
I nodded and closed the door. "Fuck!" I shouted, fisting my hands to my sides. I tried the breathe in breathe out thing and it worked –barely. When I stepped behind the wheel, everyone was quiet, eyeing me shocked.
We drove in silence until Willy called my name.
"Yeah buddy?" I glanced at him in the rear-view mirror.
"What's finicky?"
That made me chuckle. "It's another way to say someone's picky."
"I'm not picky!" Jack mumbled.
Yes, you are. I decided not tell him that. "Course not, kiddo."
Jack was more trouble than all our other kids combined. He was a sneaky little thing, playing the innocent card. When he upset Bella, he came to me trying to make her forgive him. When he did some bad deed, he usually became really quiet and obedient. But I wouldn't change my mind on adopting him if I had the chance to do it.
It had been a little difficult to adopt him, with all the hearings, supervising, paper work and stress. The day he was officially Jackson Cullen, I decided we all deserved a break and since the time coincided with Easter break, I drove down to Alice and Jasper's ranch.
They weren't expecting us but were all too happy to accommodate us. We had a lot of fun there. Jack and Oliver seemed to be up to no good every time we weren't watching them.
"Ow! You're stupid!"
"Give it back! It's mine!"
I sighed and turned to see what was going on in the backseat. Of course it was the twins fighting over something.
"Hey, knock it off you two," I said loudly, parking the car in the driveway. I was tired, definitely not ready for their bickering over some toy.
When we stepped inside the house, I saw Abby coming out of her room. She looked pale. Sebastian was right behind her looking distraught.
I patted his shoulder. I feel you. I remembered clearly how lost I felt when Bella was pregnant with Abby and she was sick, or not feeling well.
"Who are you?" Tommy inquired frowning.
"Sebastian. You must be…" He looked toward Abby then at me then at Tommy who was smirking.
"He's William," Abby answered seriously.
I heard Willy gasping from behind me. "I'm Will!"
"Whatever. You never know," she muttered to Sebastian. "They love to trick you."
The twins stared at each other, high fived their palms before disappearing into their room.
I sighed tiredly. "You hungry?" I asked Jack.
He nodded. Thank God Abby took his hand and led him to the kitchen. She probably realized how tired I was.
"Where's your mom?" I looked to the living room but didn't see her.
"Upstairs. She went to bed."
"Okay. I'm going to bed too. Can you take care of him?" I nodded to Jack.
"Of course, Dad. Night." She disappeared into the kitchen.
~ THE END (for now) ~
We had a little bit of everything here and I still don't like the words from above. I never thought I'd finish this at the rate it was going. When I wrote chapter 40, I was...wow. When I wrote chapter sixty, I was...okay,maybe this is too much. But when I reached 90, I scared myself.
THANK YOU! ALL OF YOU! For being here with me every week and encouraging me to write and screaming at me when I did something you didn't like and simply reading my story.
MANY thanks to TeamAllTwilight for being with me for most of the story. I'm so happy you offered to help me. Hugs, bb.
Now, to explain a little of what's going on because I don't know when I'll come around to finish the last chapter. They're moving to Seattle, Abby has the baby close to the time Bella has their last child (which will be a girl), Abby and Sebastian will move in Esme and Carlisle's condo...eventually, Danny will break some news (some might like it, some not), Edward will give up practicing medicine when he'll be offered a position at UW as the basketball team's coach.
Some asked about details on the Cullen family, here you go: Bella and Edward (parents) and the children in the appearance order: Abby, Danny, Will and Tom (twins), Jack (adopted) and a little girl (she hasn't a name yet; I'm thinking something between Lily and Carly).
Since I told you about them, let me tell you about everyone.
Emmett and Rose have 3 kids: Richard, Nicholas and Emmanuelle (they finally had a girl and Emmett had to name her something close to his name).
Jasper and Alice have just one pair of twins: Oliver and Olivia. I'm going to explain more in the next and last outtake which will be posted Friday, but Alice miscarried the baby I spoke of lats chapter, and they tried again a few months later.
Bob and Tanya have Irina and Bob Junior.
And I'm going to end this epic A/N. Once again, thank you everyone!