Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Author's Note: It's hard to realize that I have been posting this story for over a year now. Last Thanksgiving I was writing about Thanksgiving at Renee's house, and a different set of circumstances entirely. Edward and Bella have been through a lot since then, as have their families.

I am still unpacking boxes. It's kind of like avoiding all the foods you love or pulling teeth - that's how much I love unpacking! Anyway, I apologize for my lack of updates, unexpected house guests that haven't visited in years, family, I could go on and on but it doesn't really matter, the reasons. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I hope this makes up for it, just a little!

Since you're all probably out taking advantage of Black Friday, the biggest shopping day of the year in the United States, I thought a little stress relief was in order. Sit, grab a Coke or a cup of coffee, and find a quiet place . . . you might want to be alone to read this . . .

If you do not like the *lemons* in the story, you might want to skip to about halfway through . . .

I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 119 Marital Assets

He stared at me, smiling.

I sensed it, recognized the new thoughts . . . stronger resolve,

more absolute control over myself.

Being a mind reader and vampire,

I could discern the thoughts and feelings that were just mine

and the ones that my son had . . . enhanced, for lack of a better word.

"Of course I want more, love.

You and Masen have your dinner and I'll be happy to show you just how much I want more . . ."

~oooOooo~

BPOV

Edward was as good as his word. No sooner had I nursed Masen and put him to bed, but my gorgeous husband met me outside Masen's door and startled me by effortlessly lifting me up and carrying me bridal style to our room, kicking the door shut on his way to laying me down in the very center of our bed. Candles had been lit and covered most of the surfaces of the furniture in our room. The sunset over the alps in the distance was absolutely amazing, casting warm colors everywhere. Our room, it seemed, had floor to ceiling windows looking West as well as East, toward the Dolomites. I had never sen a mountain range with such beauty, dramatic cliffs and rugged peaks and points jutting up as though spikes and shards had been driven out of the very core of the earth.

"Absolutely beautiful!"

I inadvertently said it out loud, and Edward responded, "The view is alright, but it's hard to describe anything other than you as beautiful with you laying in the middle of my bed."

I was surprised he took the time to speak. Hs need for me the last few days had seemed to increase to a point that there were seldom words between us, our lips against the other's skin and his body moving in mine most of the time. I had become as insatiable as he was, and I craved him now. I was pulling the sweater over his head and starting to fumble with the button on his jeans as he smirked at me, lying beside me propped up on his elbow.

He bent over me and kissed a line from my jaw to his favorite spot just under my ear, moving slowly and softly stroking my shoulder as I caressed his chest and abs. My other hand found its way to the soft hair I loved at the nape of his neck. His skin was hard and cold to the touch, having brought in firewood from the outside and stacked it on the hearth in our room just moments before. I wondered what it would be like once I was like him and my touch could indent his skin, I could pull him to me and my lips would join with his rather than molding to them.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear as his hand untied the sweater from around my waist, opening the front of it and reaching up to push the cardigan off my shoulder.

Once our sweaters were gone and tee shirts removed, my husband seemed content just to lie holding me, our upper bodies skin to skin and his arms around me, pulling me over on top of him so that he could run his hands up and down my shoulders and back. His kisses were gentle with no real intent, just conveying the love we held for each other and softly connecting and melting into each other. He rolled us over and settled into his favorite spot over me with my legs around him and his waist on my hips, propped up, his elbows on either side of me so that he could trace each of the red lines and scars on my belly with soft caresses and kisses, paying special attention to my breasts. He traced kisses across my nipples, sucking them lightly into his mouth, without the force required to nurse from me, just lazily showing me that he loved me while I ran my fingers through his silky hair, attempting to tame it.

I had long since been forced to stop trying to hide the scars that formed a puzzle across my abdomen. After being pregnant, the stretch marks that were added to the mix only caused Edward to spend even more time showing me just how much they didn't bother him. Still - I looked forward to the day they all disappeared . . . when Edward changed me. He had smiled like the car that ate the canary when he had informed me that the scars I hated so much would all disappear when I became a vampire.

He cuddled me in his arms, his head against my chest, his hair tickling me. I had to wonder where he gained the ability to be so calm . . . so relaxed with me half naked beneath him. For my part, he was driving me absolutely wild with need for him, and the rocking from my hips had to be giving my desire away. He seemed completely content just to hold me and kiss me with soft caresses against my skin.

With both arms around him, gently scratching his back and sides, I brought my hands to the button of his jeans, between us. He raised up slightly to allow me the access I wanted, seeming surprised as I fumbled with the button and zipper . . . not to be disappointed. His length had not been pressed against me but had avoided contact where his hips were placed on the bed between my legs. I scooted down his body slightly and as my fingers slid behind the waistband of his pants to grasp the material so that I could unbutton them, the tips of my fingers encountered his straining erection. Apparently he was not nearly as unaffected as I had first thought. I reached in, my efforts to remove his pants abandoned. I gripped tightly for a human, knowing that my tightest human grip would only bring him pleasure and had no chance of hurting him, eliciting a deep growl and an intake of unnecessary breath from my the 17 year old body above me.

He kissed and tugged at my earlobe as his hands palmed my breasts, his weight pressing me into the fluffy mattress beneath me in the most delicious way. He arched his back and purred audibly as a moan escaped his lips, his eyes closed and head thrown back, gripping my chest for only a moment before realizing his weight needed to be supported by the bed. I loved that moment - my husband's hands covering my breasts, arms straight, back arched and the expression on his face . . . I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels into his arse, trying to bring him closer to me. I had no idea he was that close until my chest was covered in his venom and he was making the most amazing deep growling noise as he cried out in his release.

It wasn't an ending, but only a beginning.

When his eyes focused on mine, they were black, his jaw angular as he ducked down to kiss me, our jeans gone before I realized he had even moved. The purr coming from his chest was loud enough to be felt as a vibration, driving me wild as he licked and kissed his way down my stomach toward my thighs. He looked up and smiled at me, our eyes locking on each other as he moved to cover my body with his.

He snaked his arms under mine as I hugged his neck, his hands reaching over my shoulders from behind to hold me to him. He rarely held on to me with his hands when we made love for fear of bruising me, but this was apparently an exception as he rocked his hips into mine. He loved it when I got so sweaty that he could lick the salt and perspiration from my skin and he set about doing just that to my neck as he held me, smiling at me and grinning as he sucked hard enough to cause milk to let down.

Oh My God.

There was no other way to explain it. I had only thought we had made love before . . . but this, this was different. This was just one constant, continual stream of climaxes, never seeming to end but continuing on and on as the muscles of his shoulders tensed above me and his hips simultaneously drove into me. It could not possibly ever get any better than this. Ever. I could only hope that he was feeling a part of how wonderful this was, though I knew it was different for him, being a vampire. I wondered if when I was changed I would be capable of making him feel this . . . this intensity . . . this all consuming melding together . . . if I would be able to hold him as strongly and make him feel as wanted and loved as he made me feel . . .

We spent hours making love . . . literally. I was surprised to see the first light of day, still laughing and kissing my husband as we enjoyed the beginning of a new day together.

"Our son wants you," he told me with a grin, neither of us having slept for even a moment.

"Oh, he does does he?"

"Yes, indeed. He's literally shouting at me to come and get him or he's getting out of his crib himself," he laughed.

"Well you tell our son that if he gets out of that crib by himself his mommy will spank him," I said, cocking my head to one side as though I was daring him to stop me.

I had no sooner said the words than Masen started to cry loud enough for me to hear him, and I signed and rolled my eyes at Edward as I threw my legs off the bed to go and see about Masen. Edward rolled onto his stomach to try and stifle the fit of laughter that had overtaken him. Either I was funny or something he had heard from Masen was . . . or the fact that Masen had won after all, since I was going to get him!

I swatted his rear as I got off the bed, a loud "ouch" coming from me as his rock hard ass stung my hand from the smack.

I turned to stare at Edward, "You just wait till I'm a newborn and stronger than you!"

"I can hardly wait," he managed to say between laughs.

I grabbed my robe and opened our door, Edward was beside me and already in his lounge pants and a tee shirt as we walked into the hallway towards our son's room.

I rounded the corner through his door just in time to see my son take his leg back down off the top rail of his crib and stand there, holding onto the rail and continuing to cry.

"Masen, you are so not going to start this. Is something wrong, son?" I asked, nodding to Edward to give me a response.

He smirked, ducking his head as he answered to tell me what my son was thinking, "He heard us laughing and talking and wanted to play with us, love, that's all."

"Nothing is hurting you? You don't need a diaper?" I asked, my son ducking his head in response, a habit he either inherited or learned from his father. He was apparently embarrassed.

I grabbed him around his waist and held him up in the air above my head, playing with him before I held him to me and looked into his face.

"Daddy and I love to play with you, son, but threatening to get out of your bed and crying is not the way to get our attention. Next time you just want to play, or want to get our attention, just call us," I told him, deciding that I needed to elaborate, just as Edward started to speak.

"Yes. I know you were calling your dad mentally, but I mean that you should loudly call mommy or daddy by name, so that I can hear you out loud, Masen. I may still not do what you want, but you have a much better chance of getting you way if you just call us and ask nicely."

Masen turned his stare towards his dad, a confused look crossing his cherub face.

"Yes, son, I know I told you to cry if you needed mommy to hear you, but that was before you were old enough to talk. Now you're a big boy and you can call mommy yourself," Edward explained, stroking his hand down Masen's back as though he was trying to calm the curls as well as our son as he stood with his other arm around me.

"Crying is still a way to call me, son . . . if you're hurt or something is scary or wrong. It's always alright to cry if you're hurt, just call my name if you can though, okay?" I asked him as he nodded his response, mimicking Edward.

"I'll go fix you both some breakfast, love, while you nurse him," Edward offered, disappearing before I even reached the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

"I think you and daddy are going to have some fun together this morning while mommy sleeps in a little bit," I whispered to him as he sucked hungrily and patted me softly, tears still showing on his cheeks.

He was getting so big and growing so fast! His grandfather wasn't even going to recognize him by the time we got back. I would need to remember to send him some photos. Knowing Edward, there was a computer with Internet access in the house somewhere and I had a camera on my phone. The least I could do would be to keep my dad in on all the changes in his grandson . . . especially since he knew. Masen's rapid growth, while startling, would not be a surprise to him.

The smell of coffee and bacon soon moved me to finish nursing the baby, change him into some clothes with a fresh diaper and head downstairs to the source of the smells.

Edward was standing, barefoot with his hair tousled, in his sleep pants and tee shirt, rocking side to side in time with some music he had playing on his ipod. He was just so cute and he looked every bit the seventeen year old that his body was. It would always be like this with Edward. Vampires never change. He would always have the same taunt abs, the same gorgeous muscular lined chest and arms . . . and butt . . . and . . .

Though his personality could alter, it was a momentous feat when it did, and it occurred rarely according to Carlisle. I had already been told that I had altered him so completely, that they expected that he would be this way from now to eternity. Perfect.

I sat at the table, placing Masen in the high chair that had been puled along side, and Edward placed scrambled eggs and bits of chicken on Masen's plate, eggs and bacon with toast for me, along with steaming hot coffee.

"Thank you, sweetheart. This looks wonderful," I all but purred, "And to think, you don't even eat!"

"Food Network, love," he said sheepishly, "I started watching it when I was trying to figure out the care and feeding of a human."

We both laughed, but I spat coffee over that one. He caught me at just the right moment as I was swallowing and he seemed so sincere about it!

"Care and feeding of a human?" I inquired playfully.

"Yep. Care and feeding of a human," he said playfully as he sat down beside me at the table, "I may write a book."

"Now I know you're kidding," I laughed.,

"What? People wouldn't realize that I wasn't one . . . it would be funny! It could be kind of a how to book, keeping healthy and all," he explained.

His phone rang at that exact moment. Alice.

"I was only kidding, Alice. Yes, I could do it. No, I wasn't planning on getting it published. Yes, I have notes about it in my journals. If you think it's that funny, we can talk about it when you get here. How's Venice?" he asked her over the phone.

Apparently they were having so much fun they were staying on a few extra days.

Alice.

Probably just wanting to give us time alone, safe and quiet tucked away here in the mountains.

"They'll be here in a few days, love. Our cousins are still with them and apparently they're dancing round the clock at the nightclubs and having a great time together. Tanya still has no clue what Masen did and Alice says she seems to have genuinely accepted you as my mate . . . happily even!" Edward told me, his face showing that even he was astounded by the fact that Tanya was happy about me.

Masen laughed and clapped his hands.

"Yes, so, you did a good thing protecting yourself from her. It's always okay to protect your family or yourself," Edward told him, "Now eat your breakfast so you and I can get started on your fort. I think mommy needs to sleep for a few hours, right mommy?" Edward asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement with the knowledge of why I would be so in need of sleep.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I think I'll sleep for a little while, but maybe just down here on the sofa if that's alright with you,": I told him as I put my dish in the sink.

"It's your house, baby. Sleep anywhere you want," he laughed, "Marital assets, remember?"

"Ummmm . . . I remember a marital asset," I said as I leaned over his chair and reached towards his lap, my hand covering his crotch as I kissed his cheek.

"Not going to get anything done in the playroom if mommy starts playing," he said, turning his head to kiss my lips and his hand covering mine, pressing my hand against him as I felt his length hardening under my touch.

"I'll be in the den. Don't break my house," I told them as I headed towards the sofa and the throw blankets.

~oooOooo~

I woke up to the most amazing sounds. Edward was playing the piano off in the other end of the house, and the notes drifting into the den were just amazing. I had heard a recording of the songs that I had purchased for Edward for Valentine's day, the Rachmaninoff songs, but somehow they sounded better, fuller - more precisely executed in the music my husband was making that they had on the cd's. I pulled the soft covers up around my shoulders as I continued to listen, drifting in and out of sleep to the amazing melodies, comfortable, warm and feeling more at peace and content than I had ever felt in my life. I was at home with my family, and my world seemed complete.

I ignored the small nudge I felt within, refusing to get Edward's hopes up till I was sure. Completely sure.