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Authors note: There is a website started by one of my readers, AvidReader416, that you can access to discuss HHH at, www(dot)justalittlelamb(dot)com /discussions . Sounds like fun! I know you may want to hear what Jake and the tribe will do to Sam, and how about Emily, but I felt like Bella and Edward needed this . . .

Chapter 87 Reunions

My fate was yet undecided, but not knowing if my wife would survive or not,

I could not bring myself to care what punishment the council,

the pack, or the Cullens had in store for me.

Charlie POV

It was Sunday and we had all had about as much tension and injury as we could stand . . . more if you asked me, but no one did. Emily was still touch and go and I had postponed mine and Sues' flight home till late tomorrow.I had called and begged off yet another day from the force, claiming that my daughter was just too upset about Emily's recent accident. Bella had just had the baby three days ago, so my request was reasonable and Sue agreed that we needed to see this through. The original plan had been for Jake, Sam, Emily, Sue and I to all fly back to Seattle tonight. That was until Sam acted an ass again and got Emily hurt. I might stay an extra day or two after that, I wasn't sure. I sure as hell didn't want to leave Sam Uley anywhere near my family with me gone and I didn't care who was a werewolf, who was a vampire, or who was the fairy godmother.

I finally convinced my daughter and son in law to let me play with my grand baby. They had some long talk with him about not biting me and not holding on too tight and whatever else would make me feel old and feeble. I knew he wasn't a normal human three day old infant . . . who wouldn't know just by looking at him. Not only could he support his own head, he was almost capable of sitting up on his own. Didn't matter. He was my grandson and I was going to be a part of his life regardless, so he and I had just better get used to each other's differences right from the get go.

"Tired of holding him yet?" Bella asked, as she sat on the couch beside me. She and Sue had just finished up the breakfast dishes and had come to check on me and Masen. I had just finished giving him a bottle, and I looked down at the contented young man falling asleep in my arms before answering her.

"Nope, not likely that I would get tired of holding this fellow," I told her, "I'm gonna have to visit a hell of a lot more often so that I don't miss out on him growing up." Bella and Sue both smiled at me.

"You know you're always welcome, Dad," she laughed, "and you're probably right, he will be growing up even faster than normal."

"How fast is that, Bells? I know his father's genes will effect him, but do we know if he will keep growing this fast," I asked, looking questioningly at my daughter.

"Dad, even Carlisle has no idea. He'll certainly grow to be a man in less than the normal 18 years. I don't know, less than half that maybe, we'll just have to see."

"Yep, I can't wait for little dude to hunt with us, assuming he doesn't just cop out and eat human food," Emmett boomed as he and his brothers came in the back door.

The three of them had been out hunting already this morning while Carlisle and Jake stayed at the hospital with Sam. Well, Carlisle stayed to tend to Emily and Jake was there to keep Sam company, but we all knew he spent most of his time in Bree's room talking to her. I tried hard not to focus on who imprinted on who and which ones were out hunting and who changed into animals. The not sleeping or needing to breath was just more than I needed to know, so I just focused on my grandson. That I did know . . . he was a baby and my daughter had given birth to him. All the other stuff could just go back into the fairy tales where it came from as far as I was concerned. I had to admit, Edward being inhumanly strong and mated for life was a good thing. he could take care of her and he would never leave her, ever. I suppose I should be happy that my daughter found a man that could give her every single thing she wanted, even the fountain of youth.

I just wasn't sure how that being immortal would work and in truth, it scared the hell out of me.

I just concentrated on playing with Masen till Sue was ready to leave to go to the hospital. I knew she wanted to be with Emily, and I had a hard time convincing her to leave the hospital at all last night. I was driving her there and Jake was bringing her back tonight. I just wanted to worry about the little guy in my arms and getting to know him for right now by spending as much time as I could with him.

~oooOooo~

BPOV

"Hi sweetheart," Edward greeted me as he came in the living room to stand behind the sofa where I sat and gave me a kiss.

"Hi, did you have a good hunt? All full?" I asked.

He jokingly held his belly, "All sloshy."

"I guess so, he nearly wiped out an entire herd just South of here. I never saw a vampire drink that much at one time before," Emmett exclaimed.

"Have you never paid attention to how many grizzles you go for in a day, Emmett?" Jasper asked.

"Dude, I don't get that many . . . it's just that I'm bigger than you skinny rails and I need more nourishment. I have to satisfy Rosie you know!"

"You do not want to go there, man. Edward has you on need in that department hands down," Jasper quipped.

"Whoa guys. How did asking if you had a nice hunt digress into talking about our sex lives? Leave it alone, alright. My Dad is right here," I chastised them.

"It's okay, Bella. I have had sex before you know," Charlie said grinning with a sideways look at Sue.

"Dad! Jeez, please! I don't want to ever think about anything remotely involving my Dad and sex, come on!" I exclaimed, "You needn't be talking this way around my son."

"Bella, our son will probably have sex some day . . . just sayin'," Edward poked fun at me.

"Ahhh. You guys, really!" I said as I got up and virtually stomped off towards my room.

"Well, Eddie, here's your chance to have make up sex," I heard Emmett say as I headed up the stairs.

I slammed the door to my bedroom and turned around, startled to find Edward lying on our bed with his hands behind his head smiling at me. I walked over and he pulled me to him, curling me up in his arms and hugging me tight. There was no place I would rather be. The last few days had been really hard on everyone, but especially on Edward and me. We needed quiet time together just to be Edward and Bella, whether we talked or slept or made love, it really didn't matter as long as we were together.

I was thrilled that Bree was going to be alright. She would be released in a few days but I was sure she would keep in touch . . . especially now with Jake involved in her life. In the few days that I spent with her, I had grown to like her a lot. I was worried about just what she would recall from those few days but she had not remembered anything out of the ordinary about Riley and Victoria except that Victoria was strong for a girl. She had described Riley as mean and evil, and I had to agree with her. There was no need to worry about her putting two and two together. I chuckled to myself realizing that it didn't even matter now, she would know. She herself would be taken into the mythological world and she would know what they were . . . and exactly how much danger we had been in. I felt kind of sorry for her boyfriend. He was driving up to see her today, and I had no idea how that would go or if Jake would even leave the room to let them talk. He had imprinted on her, but I wasn't exactly sure how that affected the way she felt. At least not in the beginning, before she got to know Jake.

Edward's continued kissing down my neck and his hands moving from my hair, down my back to my rear, hitching a leg over him had snapped me out of my musings about Bree and Jake. Edward pressing against me always got my attention.

"You know, in order to have make up sex you first have to make up," I scolded him as he continued kissing me, becoming more and more aroused. I moved my face away from his, as he tried to kiss my lips. The kiss falling short and onto my neck, but it didn't stop him.

"You know I was just playing with you, love," he said. Never taking his lips off of me as he kissed down my neck and across my collar bone to my shoulder. He had managed to already unbutton my shirt, exposing me to him. He was quite persuasive, I thought as I pressed into him involuntarily. He was purring now, and that just wasn't fair.

"He will have sex some day though, you do know that," he repeated the offending statement and I smacked his rear for saying it.

"Not an effective punishment, love, but if you try harder, you're likely to hurt your hand," he laughed, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss it.

"Oh no, we wouldn't want this to swell," he said, looking at my hand, "We better put something cool on it, just to make sure it's alright."

The gleam in his eyes told me he was up to something and I was right. He took my hand in his and brought it down his chest, sliding it into his jeans and onto his hardened length, wrapping my fingers around him.

"There. Something cool to keep the hand from swelling," he smirked as he returned his hand to my backside.

"Cool hasn't seemed to stop this swelling," I said as I squeezed his length as hard as I could, eliciting a moan rather than a cry of pain. Vampire. It was hard to get used to the fact that I couldn't hurt him . . . not that I wanted to, but I did want to be able to hold my own with him and I looked forward to being changed.

"You need to change me, sweetheart," I said as he rocked his hips into me, his head thrown back and his muscles straining.

"Anytime you want, love," he said, becoming more and more aroused, his hips more insistent, one hand caressing my breast as he sucked and licked it and the other pulling me tight against him. He was breathing hard, especially for someone that didn't need air. His body was completely lost in what he was doing, rigid even as he held me to him.

I froze.

We had talked about me becoming a vampire several times . . . I knew he had prepared to change me if something had gone wrong with the birth, but this. He hadn't even batted an eye or flinched at all when I mentioned it. Not at all. He did, however, notice that I was no longer cuddling into him or kissing him and he pulled back to stare into my eyes.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"You, you didn't argue with me."

"No. I didn't."

"But, but Edward . . . you always have a reason or an excuse or a time frame or something to add that means putting off changing me."

"Not anymore," he said as he returned to kissing my neck and caressing my breast.

When I again didn't move in spite of his attentions, he stopped and explained. "Bella, I want you with me, I want you immortal, love. One lifetime would just never be enough. As soon as you're ready, whenever you want to stop nursing Masen, I want to change you. I'll do it right now if you want."

There was no wavering, no hesitancy in his voice. He really did want me forever, like I wanted him. I stared into his eyes for a long moment before attacking him. His length in my hand, had he been human, I would surely have pulled it off. I started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, but he helped by ripping it, along with everything else we had been wearing. Edward rolled over on top of me, desperate to get inside me as his chest heaved. I positioned him at my entrance and he pulled his head back far enough to look into my eyes, as he sheathed himself in me, coming instantly. Sometimes his body really was seventeen. It didn't matter . . . he required no recovery time and his hardened length was thrusting into me with more force than he had used in weeks, maybe months . . . back when he had just found out that I was pregnant on Isle Esme and he had pounded into me with such force that he scooted us both across the entire room by the time we were finished.

I had missed this.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Even in loosing control he protected me, cared for me. He might feel guilty later for having let it happen, for not showing restraint, but for now I was going to take full advantage. We came together several times; Edward roaring my name so loud, that I was sure they heard us even at the other house. I couldn't care less. We rolled around on our bed together, sometimes coming with him on top and my heels digging into his back and sometimes with me riding him. His skin was moist from the sweat that had rubbed or dripped off of me onto him as we continued to make love over and over. I had known he was capable of this. Vampires could make love for literally days at a time with no need for food or water or bathroom breaks, and he showed only signs of intensifying, never of stopping or being satiated. He had never fully shown me this side of him. We had always stopped after making love and coming a few times, my husband lying beside me seemingly fully sated . . . but now I wondered.

He came again, head thrown back and growling as fiercely as I had ever heard him. It should have been terrifying seeing something more animal than man, fully sheathed in my body. His muscles strained into tight ropes and every tendon in his neck standing out, as his hands pushed into the bed by my shoulders and his arms straightened, back arching. It should have scared me but all it did was turn me on even further. I was nearly spent as he kissed down my neck, our hips still rocking together as his length thrust in and out seeking that delicious friction yet again. I arched my back as he kissed down my chest, my nipple fully entering his mouth for the first time today. He had kissed and licked and sucked my breasts, but he had made sure not to suck hard enough to obtain any milk from me and I wanted him to. It was a feeling like no other. It was erotic yet the milk tickled as it came out and the sight of him holding me and nursing was something I wanted to always remember. We would not be able to do this once I changed, and I intended to have him this way as many times as possible until then.

Edward looked up at me, making sure that was what I wanted before he latched on to my breast. His ability to suck was amazing and I felt my toes start to curl immediately. He was not gentle as he had been when I was pregnant. He did not still himself and allow streams of his release to flow into me. His body was as rigid as steel and completely inescapable. Unlike before, his movements caused me to come again and again as he did as I writhed beneath him. It was only a few minutes till he had emptied my breast and I gently slipped a finger between his lips and my nipple to release the suction. He growled at me fiercely, his eyes black as he glared at me. With the blink of an eye, the glare was gone and he kissed my lips so sweetly, so gently, nuzzling into my neck.

"I love you, Bella. More than anything else in the world."

"I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you just as much."

He kissed my lips for a long moment before smiling at me and moving to empty the other breast. He would definitely need to feed again. I had never seen so much fluid, in fact I didn't know that men could make that much semen in a month, much less a few hours. He shrugged his shoulders and looked somewhat sheepish as we changed the bed, mattress cover and all; after he had brought me a towel to sit on for a few minutes, before I moved. So that we would not be cleaning up the floor between the bed and the shower. I saw the guilt starting to creep in, and the upset he felt at loosing control with me.

"No, no you don't." I told him, taking his face in my hands and staring into his eyes that were now the most delicious warm shade of gold. "You did not hurt me. That was . . . that was amazing and I loved each and every minute of it. Edward, it means everything to me to see you unhinged, so completely lost in me that you give in to your nature. You never hurt me, sweetheart. Never. In fact, if I'm being honest, it's the one thing I will miss most when I'm changed."

He looked at me with wonder, obviously amazed that I felt that way. "I love you so much, Bella. I never want to hurt you and I'm just so afraid of my own strength."

"Well, I love you and I really love it when you make love to me like that. You need to plan on doing that everyday till we decide it's time to stop breastfeeding."

"Bella . . ."

"I mean it," I told him as I stepped into the shower in front of him and started washing my husband's body.

"You realize that you look even more beautiful than you did before you got pregnant, love? You're hips are a little wider and your breasts are definitely larger, but your stomach is flat again. Not that it matters, but I just wanted you to know how pretty you are," Edward told me as he bent to give me a soft kiss on the lips. He knew how self conscious I still was about all the scars from my bike wreck and the surgeries.

"I can hardly believe that I get to spend forever with you, sweetheart. I love you."

"When do you want me to change you?" he asked quietly.

"That depends . . . I thought that maybe we could have just one more baby first."

He was a statue, not even breathing as he stared at me for what seemed like forever.

"We can't get pregnant right now, Edward, since I'm breastfeeding, so we have some time to talk about it. The way Masen is growing, he may only need to nurse for a month or so before he is eating solid foods and . . . he'll probably be drinking of course, and eventually hunting with you. I would love to have a little girl, now that we have a son."

He was still a statue. I continued to wash him and even his length would not respond to me but hung there flaccid.

"You would go through that again?" he asked, amazed.

"Yes. I love you and you take such good care of me, I would love to have another child of yours, Edward. With Masen being able to put thoughts into the babies head, we could be pretty sure that it wouldn't bite me, and you could read its mind to be sure."

He hugged me to him telling me how much he loved me and how scared he was for me to get pregnant again. How much he loved Masen and how sorry he was that he felt like he couldn't control himself around me. He just kept kissing me and hugging me as we stood under the warm water, soaping my body with his hands and washing my hair for me. He turned the water off and wrapped a fresh towel around me, carrying me to our freshly made bed as he held me to him. Edward removed the towel and laid me on our bed, crawling up my body as he placed kisses everywhere he could reach. I stared into his eyes and played with his drippy wet hair as he slowly pressed himself into me, never taking his eyes off mine as I took his body in. I wrapped my legs around him and tilted my hips, encouraging him to move in me. We made love again and again that afternoon, sometimes talking in whispered voices and sometimes not saying a word.

Though his cool body allowed me to make love with him repeatedly as it acted as a balm to my swollen skin, there came a point when I was just too sore to continue . . . something that hadn't happened before, but we had never spent eight to ten hours just making love. I knew Edward had said that vampires could, but I had no idea I was capable of even going all day like we had. It hadn't felt like there was a lot of effort involved, and the timing wasn't intentional . . . we just needed to reconnect and be with each other . . . alone. The sun was setting, as we finally dressed again having let the entire day pass without spending time with our guests or even going to the hospital to see Bree or Emily. No one had come to the door to interrupt us, but I guess after hearing the roars coming from our room, no one would have.

This was going to be embarrassing. Even if Emmett had left, he would find us tomorrow and I could already feel myself turning red from the jokes he would make. Regardless, Charlie was downstairs and even if Sue had spent the day at the hospital with Emily and Sam, I was sure either Esme or Alice or Rosalie had helped tend to the baby all day.

Masen.

Damn it. I had not taken care of my son all day. "Edward, we left Masen with other people all day!"

"I know, love. I listened in occasionally, when I had any presence of mind. They have been having a great time, hoping we would leave them alone to play with him. Apparently they can't get enough of our son."

We were greeted at the foot of the stairs by Emmet's cat calls. "Well, well. Look who finally came up for air! What happened to waiting a month after having a baby to screw?" Emmett asked as pointedly as possible, and in front of my father.

"Leave her alone, Emmet. She's her father's daughter," Sue said as she came in the front door, probably from visiting Emily at the hospital, "Edward would never do anything that would hurt her, anyway."

I was stunned. I didn't know which implication shocked me the most - the innuendo that my father loved to have sex or the complete 180 she had done going from being afraid of Edward, to having confidence in his judgement . . . and in him being with me. Esme sat holding Masen who was now gesturing with his little fist opening and closing it as he reached towards me, wanting his Mom. It could have been him wanting his Dad, as Edward was right beside me, but I was claiming it. I took him and held him to me as Edward stroked the baby's unruly hair and cooed at him, answering a few questions for him as well . . . though I had no idea if Edward would tell him why we had been away from him for real.

My Dad walked into the room from the kitchen, holding a phone in his outstretched arm, an ominous look on his face.

"It's for you, Bella, it's your Mom."