I know. I know. I suck at updating.

Bella P.O.V.

"Your such a cutie, Sammy!" I kissed him all over, "Mmm. Your face is so sweet!" I kissed him some more. His tan baby face was beaming happily at me. I nuzzled his face with mine.

Edward laughed at me. "You know. . . The kid's probably scared shitless of you."

I glared at him. "Your just jealous that I'd never kiss you, Edward."

He was such a pain in the butt! He called me out at the bonfire and tried to embarrass me!

*Flashback*

The same kid from the beach was at the bonfire. CRAP!

I was still holding Sammy in my arms. He was fast asleep. He's such an adorable baby. Emily and Sam did a good job. He was constantly nuzzling into my chest, though.

Everyone thought it was really nice, but I kind of think the kid'll be a perve when he grows up.

"Hey, you!" his voice called from behind me.

I turned around slowly, clutching Sammy closer to my boobies. "Yes?"

"That's Sam and Emily's son." He stated, looking pointedly at the small baby snoring softly.

*End Flashback*

I found out that Kim wasn't making out with her dad, too. Apparently, that was her boyfriend Jared Pelletier.

Apart they're both really boring. Together, they're just so much fun! Jared's really serious and Kimmy just randomly turns into a comedian when he's around.

Everyone else seemed to be really nice. Sue Clearwater was a little too nice to me. . . Hmm.

"Don't cuss in front of my son, Edward!" Sam growled.

Edward flipped him off. "Better?"

I couldn't help it. I giggled at the look on Sam's face when he noticed Edward's finger. His darkly tanned face started getting really puffed up and somewhat red.

Emily just placed her hand on his large, beefy arm and - poof! He stopped looking so mad and scooped her up in a tight embrace. Emily's laughter paraded around the atmosphere that held Edward and I together along with Sammy, but for him, it was probably the norm.

As weird as it seems, I imagined Edward scooping me up in his arms and me, laughing just as happily as Emily was right now. I imagined him, being the father of my first , second, third, fourth and fifth child.

Shivers went up my spine and I shook those thoughts away.

Maybe, I should stop reading so many romance novels and watch television with my dad instead. Dad has been acting mighty strange lately. He's sneaking around at night and one day, one day I am going to catch him in the act!

"Edward, is this the young lady you fancy?"

Confused, I turned around and was almost face-to-face with a glamorous-looking woman. She had Edward's weird blonde-bronze-brown hair color and his high cheek bones. The thing that stuck out to me the most, were her eyes! They were such a pretty sea-green!

"What?" said person asked.

She glared at him slightly, "Edward Anthony Masen! Jacob told me that you meant a girl at the beach one of these days! Who is she?"

As quietly as possible, I tried to leave the bickering kin. Edward looked pretty annoyed and she looked, well disappoinetd.

"Mom! Not every girl I talk to is going to be my girlfriend!" Edward boomed, flaring his arms up.

His mom shok her head, "Honey. You have to understand. I've never seen you bring home a girl that makes you as happy as your father made me! You'll love being in love! All you need, is the right girl!"

I slowly sauntered away, Sammy sleeping peacefully. Just then, Aubree ran to the woman screaming, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!"

Hurriedly, I walked away and into Sam and Emily's home. The scent of sugar cookies invaded my face. I swear, I could taste them!

"Emily! Edward and a woman are fighting outside! Aubree was calling her, Elizabeth?" I called.

Sighing heavily, Emily somewhat frowned. The right side of her face, looked a little amused, but still. . . I can't tell. Her lips is always in a frown. You know what? I'm just going to stop thinking about Emily's beautiful disfigured face.

"SAM! Edward's getting angry!" She yelled, grimacing at the sight from her window. The two were still bickering and Aubree was prancing around Elizabeth, trying to get a hold of her hand. "ABUREE!" She screaming, realizng her daughter was around a rage-stricken Edward.

Sammy burped and woke up with a horrific cry. I cringed and tried to calm him down. "Shh. Shh. Samuel Uley Jr. this is not the time to be crying!" I bounced him some more, "C'mon Baby Boy."

This is the only time when I wish kids would just disappear from the Earth. Samuel was continuously scratching my chest and pulling on my long hair. He then did the grossest thing ever, he burped and then that was followed by his puke.

I cooed at him pathetically, "Aww, Baby Boy! Are you alright? Feeling sick? Oh, poor Sammy."

From the bathroom window, I could still see Emily, Sam, Edward, Elizabeth and Aubree bickering over something. All of a sudden, Sam pulled Edward's tall, lanky form to the woods. I stood frozen, transfixed at what just occurred.

A car parked in front of the house and a handsome, middle-aged looking man with brownish blonde hair looking proudly onto Sam. Elizabeth ran to him, she was crying into his chest. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her forehead.

From my stalking, I had completely forgotten the baby throwing up on me. Sighing, I unclothed him and cleaned his dirty butthole.

"Your poops stinks. Your throw up stinks. You are so damn lucky babies are my weakness, Samuel !" I blanched, holding my breath for as long as possible.

The small child just tried to grab onto his feet. Apparently he was not a newborn baby, he was just born prematurely and is almost seven months old.

I bathed him in the sink with warm water and lavender smelling baby washes. On the counter thing, I massaged his tiny body with baby lotions and wrapped him up in a diaper, obviously after I dried him up with a soft towel.

He was falling asleep as I carried him to his sky blue nursery. His room was a sailor theme and small boats were on his baby dresser. I laid him in his crib and searched for the perfect outfit for today.

Finally, I decided on a red one-piece pajama that had a cartoon-dalmatian on the chest. Sammy looked adorable in it. His eyes closed as son as his little suit got him warm.

I took him downstairs, still sleeping.

A nice surprise was in the living room for me.

Yes, you hate me. I am SORRY for taking so long:/ I just hope you can enjoy the chapter. I am showing the signs of WHOOPING COUGH again. . . I'm really scared, but I'll update as soon as I get my shot.

Until later.