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Author's note: Well, I'm Back! Thanks to all who have hung in there with me and love this story as much as I do! This chapter is shorter than my normal, but I thought I would go ahead and post it, knowing that would mean another chapter up this week!

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Chapter 121 Content Times Two

"I will gladly take you to dinner, love, but how about some authentic vampire first,"

I said as she quickly found herself naked with me in our bedroom.

"Ah, my all time favorite cuisine . . . vintage vampire."

EPOV

It was more than I ever dreamed possible.

It was twilight . . . the beginning of a new day. It was a time that came in the early mornings and again in the late evenings of each and every day of my very long existence. It had always been a time of reflection for me, a time of dread, contemplating another night of walking the darkness and killing to quench my thirst . . . choosing to abstain from human prey, or a day spent avoiding the sunlight. This morning though, my reflection was far more pleasant. My life was . . . well . . . I had gone from dreading the next sunrise to revealing in it, looking forward to each and every new day of my existence.

My thoughts this morning were of the night my wife and I had just shared.

My WIFE.

Her heartbeat against my chest had become the very beacon of my existence. I ran my fingers down the soft smooth skin of her shoulder, tracing her veins down to the delicate hand that lay resting on my chest, inches from face I adored . . .

My wife was asleep in bed beside me and my son was starting to stir, quietly playing with toys in his nursery just across the hall.

Sometimes I just had to tell myself over and over that she was real, my son was real . . . and they loved me every bit as much as I loved them. I never dreamed it possible, never considered that I could be so happy . . . never entertained the thought, even fleetingly, that I might not be damned . . .

Bella had changed all that. In less than a year she had me believing what Carlisle had spent the better part of a century trying to convince me of . . . that we did have souls, we weren't eternally damned. I knew it each time I looked into her eyes and realized she was staring straight into my soul. The unbidden smile deepened across my face.

I bent to bury my nose in her hair, to inhale the scent of her. I had carried her upstairs to bed last night, dinner forgotten. I felt some amount of guilt for not insisting she eat, but after hearing the heartbeats of the babies within her and having her confirm it I simply couldn't think of anything but having her. Then. She was pregnant again with my child . . . children. I could not wipe the smile from my face. I was unbelievably happy . . . and terrified.

We had made love over and over most of the night, my wife dozing off for occasional human moments of sleep but rallying over and over to take me in . . . hold me with all her strength and tell me how much she loved me, how happy she was that I came back to her and how she looked forward to eternity with me in my world. My wife pregnant was very nearly as ferocious and insatiable as I was . . . that was indeed saying something.

As I lay on my back completely still, trying to control my desire to wake her, to talk to her and make love to her again, I sensed her slow transition to consciousness. I couldn't read her mind but I knew her body well, the rhythm of her heartbeat, her breathing . . . she was slowly waking . . . again. With her eyes still closed, her hand moved slowly up to reach my neck and pull herself closer to me, though she was already lying half on me. She nuzzled my chest as her knee started to move gently against my already hardening length. Her eyes still closed, not a word spoken, she slid to cover me. Her naked body lay full on me, knowing her weight was nothing to me. Her chest pressed against mine and I felt her soft breasts, slightly full and needing to feed our son. I have no idea how she managed it, but her body knew mine well, taking my length fully into her and wiggling slightly as she settled down on top of me, her only other movement to nuzzle her face into the hollow at my throat.

I wrapped both arms around her, stroking her from the top of her head, down her soft hair to her shoulders . . . down the small of her back to the rise of her hips and down to her knees on the bed on either side of me. She was still half asleep and it seemed as though she had adapted one of my traits. She was making small humming sounds, not unlike the purring she loved to hear coming, uncensored, from me.

I was purring loudly now, every ounce of my will used to hold my strength at bay, to keep from rolling over and pounding into her. Somewhere in the night I had played her the song I had written for her, one of them at least, reassuring her that I would never ever leave her. Ever. I had played it for her in Venice on the piano, but I had been practicing something new to surprise her. Last night I pulled a guitar from its hiding place and, sitting cross legged on our bed completely naked, I played for her.

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?

I wouldn't dream of going anywhere

Silly woman come here let me hold you

Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?

I wouldn't last a single day

I'd probably just fade away

Without you I'd lose my mind

Before you ever came along

I was living life all wrong

The smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine

Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?

I wouldn't dream of going anywhere

Silly woman, come here let me hold you

Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?

Like crazy, girl

That's what it was . . . she was humming the tune to that song . . . now, with her warm body engulfing mine, my cock impossibly hard inside her.

"I love you," I said softly into her hair as I kissed the top of her head.

"I know. I love you," was her quiet response, her hips rocking ever so slightly into mine.

I rolled her over and gave in to my baiser side and she met me thrust for thrust as we tried once more to meld into one flesh. As we laid together, still joined, my thoughts returned to the children she now carried and the dinner she had missed.

"Hungry?"

"Yes, and I would like some food as well," she said, giggling.

The simple act of giggling was sending tremors of movement deep into her abdomen where a very hard part of me still occupied its space and took note of any small amount of movement, giving it the encouraging friction it desired.

"Baby, the giggling isn't helping me to let you out of bed," I whispered to her as her body shook, arousing mine to full on . . . again.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!"

The insistent calls of our son pulled us both from bed. Masen had learned that he got attention far quicker by calling his mom verbally than he did by quietly entreating me to come mentally. She was a pushover. His ability to speak was starting to become apparent and his voice was so enchanting, so deep and melodic that it was almost entrancing.

Whatever.

I unconsciously shook my head at the thought. His voice could have sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard as long as the word that came out was "mama". She was putty in his hands and I laughed at my son's thoughts as he chanted to her, knowing exactly that he was playing on her new found joy at being called "mama".

"Go on, get him," I said as I relinquished my hold on her, swatting her rear as she clambered over me and off our bed.

She kissed me once more, grabbing a nightgown from the drawer and flinging it over her head as she left the room. I pulled on my sleep pants and tidied the room, gathering the scraps of the clothing we were wearing last night from the floor and putting them in the trash bin . . . I had ripped them all in my haste last night and they were unsalvageable. Maybe if they were already thrown away, she wouldn't notice. I was sitting on our made bed as she walked back in with our son. Masen was holding onto the teddy bear I had bought him in Paris with one arm and trying to help his mother pull down the neckline of her gown so that he could nurse with the other. He latched on and began to suck greedily, assuring me mentally, accompanied I was sure by an unseen eye roll.

Yes, daddy, he would remember not to bite his mom!

"Alice called yesterday while you were sleeping," I shared as I spread my legs and pulled her between them to lean back against me, resting my chin on her shoulder. II wanted to be as close as possible to her regardless of what she was doing and looking over her shoulder down the bare expanse of her breast at the sight of her feeding our son was not something I wanted to miss.

"How are they, did you remember to thank her for the chairs and books she sent Masen?" she asked, leaning her face toward mine and kissing me just in front of my ear.

"Did I remember?" I asked incredulously, sweetheart, when have you ever known me to forget anything? Vampire, remember?" I smiled smugly, tapping my temple with one finger.

"Yes, but you might not have thought of it. You're so used to Alice just providing things when they're needed that I think we take her for granted. I want to be sure and remember to thank her," I was told as she rubbed her cheek against me.

The phone rang on the nightstand just then and I reached to answer it.

"Alice. Yes. Yes, she's right. I haven't asked her yet but I'll call you right back. It doesn't matter if you already know . . . I want to ask her," I said, clicking off the phone rather abruptly and irritably tossing it to the foot of the bed.

"Edward! That didn't sound very thankful or grateful to me," Bella scolded, slowly breaking my son's suction on her nipple with a finger and turning him to offer him the other breast.

"She's just so exasperating," I complained, settling back into the pillows behind Bella.

"What is it that you're going to ask me?" she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked over her shoulder at me.

I smiled. I couldn't keep anything from her for very long and I hadn't meant to keep this from her. I had just gotten interested in . . . other things. Anyway.

"Carlisle has gotten two weeks off from the hospital, a bonus to him from the trustees for the exemplary job he did handling the crisis during the snowstorm when Masen was born," I explained, moving her hair off her shoulder so that I could kiss just behind her ear. "Anyway, he and Esme are flying to London to Carlisle's estate and Alice made arrangements to take the Express back to London. She assumes we'll go with them. Since the train stops in town here, apparently we're to join my siblings on the train tomorrow."

Her eyes lit up.

"I love the train, you mean the Orient Express, right?"

"Yes, love. We would overnight on it again and arrive in Paris and then on to London. We don't have to go if you don't want to. We can stay here just as long as you like."

"What about the boat ride we were talking about a few days ago?" she asked in an odd quiring way, as though she were putting an idea together.

"The Danube or the Rhine?" I asked her, trying my best not to let my face giveaway just how thrilled I was that she was contributing to the travel itinerary.

"Either! One is through Amsterdam and Germany and the other through Vienna and Budapest isn't it?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, love."

"Well . . . either! But Edward . . . ,"she whispered, her eyes trailing around our room and looking out the wall of windows to the snow covered mountains beyond, "I want to spend more time here . . ."

"We can spend as much time as you want wherever you want, love. Remember, this trip was about you getting to taste different cuisines before I turned you . . . you just get to enjoy food for a bit longer than we planned now, since I seemed to have managed to get you with child again," I said, bending to kiss her cheek, my arms around both she and my son.

"You mean since you managed to knock me up!"

"Bella!"

"Edward," she said, her eyes shining, "I love the old fashioned way you express things. Very gentlemanly!" she laughed, blushing the most beautiful color, covering her neck and chest as well as her face. I was going to miss that blush . . . I intended to take each and every opportunity I had to make it happen while I still could. She recovered herself from the crass remark - or my wording, I had no idea which, but she answered me.

"You're right. Edward," she said, placing Masen on the floor to play, " Let's go to London and tell Carlisle and Esme. I want to see them and Esme's face when we tell them we're having more babies." She turned to face me, hugging herself to me as she lay between my legs o our bed, "You don't think Alice has told them, do you?" I hugged her to me and brushed my lips back and forth across hers.

"No. Alice wouldn't do that . . . but that doesn't mean my siblings don't already know." She turned in my arms to lie with her back against me, watching our son scamper around the room, investigating everything. I gently rested my hands on her stomach . . . and my babies.

~oooOooo~

BPOV

"Alice!"

"I'm SO excited," my sister rose exclaimed as she pushed past Alice and took Masen from Edward's arms. Rose was never one to stand on ceremony, or politeness for that matter.

"We get two more babies to play with!" she almost squealed.

It was a good thing we had already told Masen. There was no point in trying to keep the twins from him, he could easily pick it out of his father's mind and certainly the minds of Edward's brothers and sisters. Though he was barely three months old, his abilities were astounding.

"Auntie Rose," Masen said in his deep melodic voice, his fat little hands patting her cheeks. Though I knew it was impossible, I would have sworn my sister's face flushed with excitement at hearing her nephew talk to her by name. She looked up at me in wonder and with the oddest questioning glare.

"Yes. He talks now, Rose. I'm surprised Alice didn't tell you," I said with a sideways glance at Alice's spiky hair covered head that was trying to get close enough to get to Masen.

"I left some things as a surprise! Really. I don't purposefully look at the future . . . well, not all the time," she admitted somewhat guiltily. "You did want me to keep an eye on Bella, didn't you?" she asked, head tipped up toward Edward.

"I did little sister and I still do. Thank you," he said, grabbing her up by the waist and swinging her around, her tiny body hugged tightly to his.

From the look on her face, it was easy to see that he had never done that before. The Edward that was emerging seemed more and more like the carefree seventeen year old that I knew he hid, deep down inside and it thrilled me to see him this way. In spite of the fears he had about my being pregnant, he was on cloud nine! I was enjoying watching him like this. I knew his worry over the pregnancy would show itself soon, but for now we were just busy being ecstatic. The impossible had happened again, not for lack of trying, and my vampire husband had managed to get me pregnant . . . again.

~oooOooo~