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Chapter 99 Renee

"He's behaving well, love, but this is hard on him, too.

Think about it, he's just been born and he's discovering all these new things

that he can do and he has to hide them?"

EPOV

I lept from our balcony, Bella clinging to my back. We could have taken the stairs, but she and I both enjoyed her traveling this way and we got to do it so rarely these days. There had been little opportunity with Bella so pregnant, keeping up human pretense, and it being winter. It was still winter, of course, but we were only going up to the other house. I dropped to the ground silently, only barely jostling Bella as I landed and took off towards the house, her warm breath on my neck.

Emmett and Rosalie passed us on the path as they headed down to listen out for Masen. We had left Masen asleep in the crib in his room and Renee asleep in her room next to his. Everything would probably have been fine if we had just left for a little while and left the two of them sleeping, but given the things that had happened in the last year we both just felt better with someone awake and listening . . . just in case.

Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett had just arrived home from taking Emily back to LaPush.

Though they had told me over the phone what happened at the council meetings, I wanted to see it through their minds and hear all the details. Bella and I were both amazed at the maturity Jacob had displayed and it was even more amazing to actually see it in him as I watched him handle the council and his tribe at the council meeting through their memories. He had stepped up and filled the place his father left as Chief and I had no doubt he would be great.

No one had any idea what Emily's intentions were, though, as far as Sam was concerned. She had been thrilled about being pregnant . . . just not thrilled about being married to Sam it seemed, at least right now. She had gone back to her house and Sam was staying there caring for her needs while she recovered, but she barely spoke to him and he was sleeping on the sofa downstairs.

"So you can be changed anytime you two decide," Carlisle told us as we stood in his office, "It will not be considered a breach of the treaty."

"That's great, Carlisle," Bella told him, and I'm sure my face reflected my relief that there would be no trouble with the wolves over this.

"Well, the way it worked out, you have your father to thank for that. It was his request that allowed the concession," he told her. He stared at us for a moment, his mind racing before he spoke the question. "Have you decided when you want to do this?"

"Yes, dad. Bella wants to taste foods from some of the countries in Europe. It seems she associates traveling there with the food they offer and the different cuisines," I looked to my wife, my arm around her waist as I spoke, "We thought we would travel there and tour for a few weeks, till she has her fill before she joins us. Apparently she doesn't think there will be much difference in the taste of European deer and American deer, once she's a vampire."

My dad smirked, his fist going to cover his mouth as he always did when he was taken off guard. I suppose it was my boldness in discussing this in front of everyone, or the fact that we were both being so cavalier about changing her. Esme, Alice and Jasper stood and listened, smiling at us both.

"Yes, I heard about the travel plans. So, Europe for a few weeks and then what, back here to change her?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry you and mom can't join us for the trip. I know you can't leave the hospital with all the time off you have had to take these last few weeks, but perhaps you could join us for some extended weekends," I suggested.

"We'll plan on it," Mom said, a huge smile covering her face, "We'll just coordinate with Alice as far as when you will be where."

"Carlisle, Esme . . . you should know . . . if I become pregnant during the trip, we will wait for the child to be born and then change me. Edward and I have agreed to try for another baby, if I get pregnant right away," Bella told them.

The look on their faces was priceless. Well, Esme and Carlisle anyway. Alice had a smirk, kind of an all knowing look because she had already seen more children in our future and Jasper was privy to her visions. My parents, however, were not and their minds told me just how utterly shocked they were that I would risk doing this, that I would go through it again.

"Yes, I want another child, too," I answered their unasked question, "and I have agreed to try . . . well, to not try and prevent it rather. Not that we could."

"Yes, I have been giving a lot of thought to birth control, Edward, and I had come up with nothing that would work, other than the pill. We could stop Bella from ovulating, but the venom in your semen would get through anything we tried to put in its way," Carlisle mused.

That merited a round of laughter, and my wife turning a deep shade of red as she blushed profusely.

"Well, good thing we won't have to try and stop the little guys, then," she added, burying her face in my chest to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh, Edward! More babies in the house!" Esme exclaimed, he hand going to cover her mouth.

"Now Petal, don't get your hopes up. Edward getting Bella pregnant in the first place was nothing short of a miracle. There are only a small number of sperm being produced and there are no guarantees, regardless," Carlisle warned.

My mom swatted his chest dismissively, "Pffft . . . really dear. If Edward doesn't have the numbers, he more than makes up for it in sheer volume!"

I only thought my wife had turned red with embarrassment before.

"Well, at lest we have a few weeks for Bella to grow her hair back," Alice grimaced, picking up a strand of Bella's shortened hair and flipping it around in her fingers, "and the best salons in the world in France to give her a new do!"

"Alice . . . ," I almost growled.

The last thing I wanted was anyone making Bella feel uncomfortable about how she looked. She had cut her hair, after all, to try and help us find her. It was Bella herself that cut me off . . .

"Well, Alice, short hair looks so cute on you, maybe I thought I might like it!"

The look on Alice's face was priceless. She hadn't expected Bella to bring up her short hair. We all laughed, having been shown once again that Bella could indeed hold her own in our family.

Though short hair was cute enough on Alice, I guessed, I was going to have to put an opinion in on my wife's hair and hope that it grew really fast. I would hate for her not to have her long beautiful hair for the rest of forever.

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BPOV

At least now I didn't have to ask my son to hide anymore, just not to use his strength or bite where mom and I are concerned. That was apparently easy enough for him to do . . . my little angel.

When Edward had first told me that he could communicate with Masen, before he was born, I almost couldn't believe it . . . but then, it was Edward we were talking about and there was seemingly no end to the things he could do. He surprised me at every turn.

I had been so worried about his arm. Carlisle's mixture of cells from Masen's placenta and venom had healed it eventually, well . . . that and the milk Edward had ingested from me. My fluids definitely had dramatic effects on him and I was going to miss that part of being human. I loved experiencing my husband being out of control and coming continually, well, as out of control as Edward ever got.

As I felt the cold wind in my face, my chin on Edward's shoulder as he ran us down the hill towards our house, I realized that I couldn't possibly be happier. Thee was not one single thing that was missing in my life . . . and I loved Edward beyond all reason.

I kissed his neck as he crouched to jump to our balcony, and by the time he landed and had us inside, one of my arms had drifted from his neck to his torso so that I could run my fingers down his chest and play with the firm muscles there. He set me down and had me in front of him in a flash, his lips on my shoulder and his arms around me.

"I love you," he murmured against my skin as he continued to kiss up my jaw towards my lips.

I unbuttoned my jacket and let it fall to the floor, his attentions continuing as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time as I ghosted my hands across his chest, then his abs, and finally down the front of his jeans. The zipper was strained as it fought to contain the growing erection there. I continued to kiss him gently and softly caress his chest.

He followed my lead, slowly reaching down and grasping the hem of my sweater and lifting it over my head, dropping it to the floor. I felt his fingers softly caressing my sides and back as he released my bra. Our kisses were becoming heated how, his tongue asking for entrance as he gently sucked on my bottom lip and kissed my face.

I allowed my fingers to dip below the top edge of his jeans, beneath his boxers. I couldn't help but smile as I felt him tense and almost shiver from my touch. Edward was purring loudly now, and he had my pants on the floor and bra off my arms before I even realized he was trying.

I, however, continued my slow progress at removing his clothes, reaching to slowly unbuckle his belt and take the time to pull it through all the loops, dropping it onto the increasing pile on the floor. He was almost shaking now, his unnecessary breaths erratic as I encouraged him to step out of his shoes and jeans. As I stroked my fingers down his backside, my husband lost it. I was on my back in our bed, completely naked with a completely naked vampire stroking me as he caressed one breast with his hand and kissed and licked the other, instantly driving me into a frenzy as well.`

"Bella, I love you so much, I can't even stand not being inside you for any length of time anymore, baby, I need you . . . ," he said.

He slipped an arm under one of my legs and brought that knee up over his shoulder as he continued to kiss me passionately. If we had not been so practiced at kissing and avoiding his teeth, my tongue would surely have been shredded against them.

I never noticed we were moving across the bed . . . that is I didn't notice till I felt us land against the rug on the floor of our room, Edward having absorbed the fall with his arms behind me, never missing a beat. He was growling fiercely now, seemingly paying no attention to trying to mute his noises, completely absorbed in making love with me. He was amazing, his head thrown back in passion as he released into me, his body hardening again immediately. I held off as long as I could, but it was futile . . . I lost it, my passion completely overwhelming me as I latched onto his shoulder to stifle my cries. I bit down . . . hard. I had never bitten him like that before and it seemed to make him even wilder.

"Oh God, I love you so much," I virtually screamed, paying no heed to the fact that I was probably loud enough to wake Masen and my mom as well. It was my house and my husband and I simply could not help it.

I rolled us, well - Edward rolled us as soon as he felt me trying. I sat astride my husband there on the floor, my hands on his chest as we both fought to calm our breathing.

"You're serious that I'll want you more than I already do?"

"Yes. Once you become a vampire and the newborn phase passes, we will only become closer and our love even more intense, Bella. They tell me it continues to increase in intensity for the first ten years or so, then stays at a somewhat manageable level . . . forever, baby. I will love you with at least the intensity you feel right now till the end of time," my husband told me, his black eyes sparkling, reflecting the moonlight that was streaming in our window.

"How did I get so lucky," I said as I laid against his chest and stoked his face with my hands.

We laid there on the floor talking for the longest time, hours it seemed. The light reflected in his eyes slowly changed, and became the warm first streams on morning light against his amber eyes. It was twilight, the time just before the sun made an appearance over the horizon, and it seemed our life together could not be better.

I kissed Edward one more time before I jumped up, surprising him, and pulled his hand as I gestured toward the shower. We made love again, of course, my back against the shower wall and my legs around his waist as he came again and again inside me. I just didn't think we would have any problem at all getting me pregnant again . . .

~oooOooo~

MasenPOV

A funny feeling came across my face. I think my dad had called it smiling, I would have to remember to ask him if this was what he had meant. I heard them again, my mom and dad. I knew those sounds better than any other sounds in my world. It was the sound of my mom and dad together, giving her that feeling that she needed so badly. It made her happy, happier than anything else other than the way she seemed to feel when she held me and I drank from her. I could sense her feelings, but there were no words attached to the feelings, not like my dad. Dad's mind was open to me, and mine to him. I could know exactly what he thought, and what he was feeling because of the thoughts.

I was starting to understand things from my aunts and uncles as well, but only just. I would have to try harder to understand them and my grandpa Carlisle and grama Esme and Renee. I missed grandpa Charlie, he was easy to read and fun. I liked him a lot.

Everything out here was soft enough I suppose, but I missed being inside my mom. She was softer than anything, and warm. I didn't need the warm, but I liked it. My dad didn't feel cold to me like he told me he would, he felt natural . . . comfortable. I was awake now. I didn't need sleep anyway, but it seemed to make everyone happy when I did it, so that was good, and I always woke up feeling really good . . . and thirsty.

I was thirsty now, and I didn't know if dad was paying attention to me, though he always seemed to. I let him know, anyway as I sat holding onto the tall sticks at the side of my blanket. I grabbed onto them with my fingers and pulled, reaching for the top as I stood upright like I had seen everyone else do. It felt funny at first, but it was okay. I wondered if I should cry like he had told me that my mom expected me to do, like human newborns did . . . at least my dad said they did. It seemed silly, dad already knew what I needed.

I tried letting go of the top of my crib and found myself lying on the soft blankets again. It only took me a minute to stand up against my crib again and I practiced doing what I had seen them do - I moved one foot forward and then the next till I moved from one side of my bed to the other, never letting go of the top with at least one hand.

The light came on all of a sudden, and mom made the loudest noise. I thought something was wrong, but she was smiling and dad's mind told me that she was happy, like he was. A bright light flashed . . . oh yea, dad said that would happen so they could remember what I looked like doing things. Huh. That was okay I guess.

I dropped my hold and fell onto the blankets, lying still except for laying with my fingers in my mouth as I heard my grandma come into the room. dad had said not to show her that I could do anything, and I hated it . . . but I did as he asked.

"Morning mom," I heard my mom say as grandma asked her if I was alright.

Of course I was alright, why did they all keep saying that?

"Masen, you don't have to hide what you can do from your grandma anymore, son. You can stand back up, its alright if she sees," dad said out loud, his thoughts going further, telling me to be gentle and remember not to bite.

I couldn't help doing that thing again. It gave me a bad feeling when he said that, it was . . . annoying. That was it, and I did something with my eyes, rolled them or something and dad always noticed. It just made me feel bad that he thought he had to keep reminding me. I remembered everything he had told me. Everything he had ever said to me . . . everything.

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ReneePOV

It took me forever to go to sleep. I was frustrated . . . I was mad. More than anything, I was scared. I saw something in my daughters eyes that had chilled me to the bone. She meant it. She and Edward would leave and take Masen with them, never to return . . . never to even contact me again. I couldn't have that. Ever.

I paced the floor in my room, arms crossed and biting my lip. What the hell was I going to do?

Well, that thought was irrelevant. I had no choice, had been given absolutely no choice. Accept the things that were simply not explainable, things that were not possible . . . or have my grandson taken from me.

Well, that wasn't going to happen.

I knew the pain I felt when Bella left Phoenix and moved to Forks with her dad. I had been so caught up in Phil, I didn't realize what not having her with me would feel like. I was not about to go through that again. It had almost killed me when she was so depressed, when Edward had left her. I flew out there to be with her, to bring her home with me and she wouldn't come. Well, now I wasn't about to go.

I could do this. Center on the positives.

Edward had never been anything other than nice to me, generous with his time and money, protective of her, and perfectly willing to have me be a part of her life. He loved her and I knew she loved him. The boy took care of her, nurtured her, provided for her and catered to her every whim. He had even taught my Phil to invest in the stock market, making us more money in the last month than either of us had earned in the last five years.

Now they were asking me to just accept things as they were. Face value. No questioning the fact that Bella had given birth to a perfectly healthy baby having only been pregnant for less than four months, and the baby . . . Masen. Well, Masen could do things that a three month old couldn't do, and he had a full set of teeth already. He was definitely not a normal human baby, but I didn't know how to explain him and i was given no answers.

Accept him and his father, or loose them all.

. . . and his father.

Hum. Edward. Edward was incredibly mature and smart for a teenager, that was for sure. Come to think of it, I had noticed something s about him. He always felt like he was cold to me, and his eyes . . . well, come to think of it, the eyes of his entire family were kind of a strange amber color, even though I knew the children were adopted and not blood related to Carlisle and Esme.

There had been some things that were odd - he moved awfully fast when he had picked her up, crying, the day after her birthday and taken her to upstairs to their room. He carried her effortlessly . . .

I had fallen asleep sitting on the bed, propped up on pillows and was awakened now, by the sounds of an animal in the night. I heard fierce growling and I could have sworn it was coming from inside the house! I was too frightened to move and I reacted simply by pulling the comforter up around me as if that would protect me from whatever it was I heard. There weren't many sounds in the house at night, but the sounds of my daughter and her husband making love were unmistakable as they both screamed out the other's names . . . repeatedly. I must have imagined the growling because even though they were otherwise occupied, they surely would have heard it if it had been real.

As the sun started streaming in the window, I got brave enough to let go of the covers. As the darkness gave way to morning, I became bold enough to at least go and check on the baby, though I was certain his parents we listening out for him. I was still wearing my clothes from the night before when I entered Masen's room, Bella and Edward standing off to the side of his crib with a camera in my daughters hands and Masen lying on his blankets.

My daughter had greeted me, and I had wished her a good morning as well . . . but it was Edward's words that chilled me to the bone.

Masen, you don't have to hide what you can do from your grandma anymore, son.

You can stand back up, its alright if she sees . . .

Sees what, I wondered. Well, I didn't have to wait long to find out. My less than three week old grandson looked at his father as though he understood him, and slowly the baby reached for the bars on the side of his crib and pulled himself up till he was standing! Standing! The baby was less than a month old!

Bella? . . . I looked to my daughter.

"I told you he was special, mom. More advanced than other babies, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," I said as I walked towards them slowly.

I reached out a hand and rubbed the babies back, telling him good morning and how wonderful he was and how proud I was of him, and I would have sworn from the look he was giving me, that he understood what I had said to him.

"Mom, you're still dressed," Bella commented as she picked up my grandson and held him . . . not like he was a newborn, but held him on her hip with him putting an arm over her shoulder and looking around.

They were still in their sleepwear, well, what they called it anyway. he had on flannel sleep pants and she had on sweats and a tank top. They came out of their room wearing t=clothes like that at night and in the early morning hours, but Bella had been quite clear that they really wore nothing when they were in their room alone together . . . and I believed her.

I couldn't take my eyes off my grandson.

"Let's go get breakfast started, Renee," Edward gestured towards the door, "while Bella changes Masen and feeds him."

We walked downstairs and Edward moved around with pots and pans while I made the coffee. It was no time before he had toast, bacon and steaming hot eggs on a plate in front of me, and one for Bella as well.

"Aren't you eating, Edward?" I asked.

He kind of smiled and answered, "I have a special diet, Renee. I rarely eat food like this, unless it can't be avoided."

He sat beside me, and continued, "I'm glad you chose to stick it out with us, Renee. Bella would miss you terribly if you weren't a part of her life, and I enjoy your company as well as Phil's."

My son in law looked down at his hands on the table for a moment, then looked straight at me, "I will tell you what I can. when I can, Renee. I spoke to my siblings, and Bella and I would love to have you tour Europe with us for a couple of weeks if that"s what you want. Just enjoy your daughter and grandson . . . and know that they will be safe and well cared for with me . . . always."

Something about his face told me that he meant it, he was sincere. Bella came into the kitchen with Masen in her arms, asking me if I had my passport with me. I did. I had never taken it out of my bad after our cruise.

"Well, we have a couple of trades to do today, mom, before we go," she said as she handed Edward the baby and sat to have her breakfast, "but as soon as we're through, you should probably pack."

"We can pack together then," I told her, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing.

"I'll help you pack if you want, mom, but Alice always packs for Edward and I . . . and now I guess for Masen. There is really no need for me to do anything, other than a small carry on that I want to take . . . a few items that I want to pack myself."

"Bella!" Alice chided as she entered the door. "Your bag and Edward's are already packed. I came to help Renee with hers, and to pack Masen, of course. You really should have known I was already done," she said, gesturing to the luggage I now noticed standing by the front door.

This family was going to take a little getting used to, but I had to try . . .

Apparently we were all leaving for europe in the morning, though I had no idea where exactly. I left to go upstairs with Alice and pack, wondering what the next few weeks would bring . . .

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Authors Note: Sorry this chapter was late, I tried to have it ready by Wednesday, really I did! My grandson is with me for another week, and we went for a ride in the mountains on the Harley yesterday. He loved it. Somehow, it was more important than getting the chapter out . . . sorry! I have the next few chapters penciled in, so they should come fairly easily. thanks for waiting, there really is a lot more story to come!

Love you all, your reviews and comments keep me motivated, even through this AWFUL thing of moving houses!

Thank you for being there for me . . .

Victoria

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