Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.

Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.


On a late October Saturday we decide to take Spaz for a stroll in the park. He's one happy pup, running around and yapping.

Edward holds the leash, choking the poor thing since he wants to run farther than the length of the leather.

And little old me is trying to keep up with them. I'm waddling like a penguin—I prefer this comparison to the whale one. My husband seems to know the right thing to say. He cooked up the penguin comparison this morning.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asks, glancing back at me.

"If you find an empty bench near the lake…"

"What do you think I have in my backpack?"

"A bench?" I gasp mockingly.

"No, smartass! A blanket."

I poke my tongue out at him, taking the leash and nearly toppling over when Spaz zooms ahead toward another puppy.

"Spaz!" I hiss, wrenching him back. He whines, begging me with his beautiful blue eyes.

The other puppy he saw is fighting against his owner's strength as well.

"I'm going to introduce Spaz to his future bride," I tell Edward, stifling my laughter.

Once we're near the lady pup, Spaz sticks his nose under her tail, before circling her.

Aw. He's licking her muzzle.

Her owner doesn't look pleased. I think I understand why. She's of good breed—a German Shepard, while my little guy is a combination of something. He may have German Shepard in his blood because his muzzle looks a lot like hers now that I look closely.

"Sorry," I apologize to the man. "Spaz, let's go to daddy." I make to tug him back, but he almost glares at me, before going back to licking the other pup.

"It's alright. I'm just not happy that she found someone so soon. I wanted to breed her later on."

"It's not like they'll have at it now," I tell him amused. "They're still young…like kids. What's her name?" I ask, realizing he's not against their relationship. He's just like an overprotective daddy.

"Beau. And I'm Marty."

"Nice to meet you. This little guy is Spaz. I'm Bella, and over there's my husband, Edward." I want to make it clear from the beginning—even though it may be glaringly obvious I'm in a strong relationship.

I try again to take Spaz away making him growl at me. Jeez.

"Are you interested in…" He points to them.

"To be honest…he's a surprise. But puppies? His puppies?" I cringe, shaking my head.

"Maybe you'll change your mind. I do want to breed her. That's what I do for a living."

"Oh." I look down at the dogs. I don't think I can let Spaz be a daddy, then take his babies away. "I'm not so sure…"

"I'll leave you my number?" Marty asks.

"Is everything okay here?" Edward appears behind me, putting a protective—possessive—hand on my shoulder.

Marty hands me his business card, before holding his hand out for Edward.

"Baby, meet Spaz's future father in law," I joke, making Marty laugh.

Edward frowns, taking the leash from me. With a firm tug, Spaz comes to his leg. I must have been doing something wrong.

"We're not interested," he snaps, takes my hand and leads me to where he spread the blanket.

"That was rude!" I hiss to him. "Marty was really nice. He wants to breed uh…I forgot her name."

Edward's eyes catch mine in a fierce lock. "Baby, I doubt he wanted to breed the dogs. You should have seen the way he was looking at you!"

"But…" I scoff. "Look at me!"

His eyes rake over my body. "Gorgeous. I think I need a leash for you, too."

I pinch his cheek before kissing his mouth quickly.

He sits down, resting his back against a tree. I snuggle between his legs, throwing mine over his until I'm kinda straddling him reverse cowgirl. Edward wraps the leash around his wrist before resting his hand on my stomach, slowly rubbing small circles.

It's soothing. My head falls against his shoulder and I take the advantage of kissing his neck. When his Adam's apple starts bobbing up and down, my mouth is like a magnet—attached to it in the blink of eye.

Edward moans, his hand sliding lower, under my coat and dress. Soon, he finds my damp panties and a finger slips under the band making me shiver and convulse in his arms. Anyone can see us here, but I don't think I can stop him.

That delicious feeling engulfs me, consuming my every nerve ending. His fingers are unforgiving, chasing my pleasure as I'm trying to keep up, thrusting my ass against his crotch. He groans into my neck, stilling my hips.

"How far would you go?"

It's relatively late…

The sun is going to set any moment now…

"All the way!" I moan loudly, throwing my head back when his fingers slip between my folds.

"Fuck. You're too much, baby. Are you sure?"

"Just fucking fuck me already!" I hiss impatiently.

I'm so close…

I feel him pulling his zipper down then he hoists me up, before slowly lowering me on his hard shaft.

"Jesus!" I breathe out as my muscles lock up.

A family passes us—not three feet away.

"Shh. Just relax," Edward whispers, tilting his hips up. This way, he hits my spot. "That's it. I promise they can't see us. They have no idea of what we're doing."

Once I'm sure we're alone again, I start meeting his thrusts, wrapping an arm around his neck, lowering his face so I can kiss him.

The angle is awkward, but we manage to work with it. The funny part is when Spaz starts yapping because Edward keeps pulling at his leash as he rubs my clit.

"Shush!" he snaps, reducing the pup to silence. I must really learn his tricks.

But all pup related thoughts vanish from my mind when Edward starts thrusting and rubbing faster…until I explode. I bite down on his neck to keep from shouting too loud. I feel his warm cum splashing inside me, not a moment later.

I sag against his chest, breathing hard.

"We have to do this more often," Edward murmurs, kissing my sweaty hairline. "Spaz, shut up!

The pup cowers down, finally settling and placing his head on his front paws, looking at us.

"How come he listens to you?" I protest.

"You're too soft with him."

"Well, excuse me, but I can't say no to his eyes."

"If I hadn't trained Slob ever since he was just like Spaz…jeez. I don't want to know what would have happened."

"But you do realize that we'll have to…let him around ladies, right? At some point?"

"My Slob was the bitch's dog until he died—never a daddy. Though, he couldn't have been. Ever. He looked but never touched."

"WHAT?" I shout, turning to face him. A whimper leaves my mouth as he slips out of me.

Quickly, Edward tucks himself back in his pants, and I rearrange my panties. We decide it's time to pack up.

"You mean that Slob never…poor dog." I shake my head.

"What, Bella?" Edward rolls his eyes. "I didn't want to risk it."

"Kind of selfish considering you like to fuck raw."

His eyes widen, amusement filling them. "Well…I guess you're right. Anyway, we don't need any more puppies."

"Exactly. We can allow Spaz to have some fun and if the other dog has puppies… her owner is going to sell them."

"You're still talking about Slippery Eyes?"

"Sorry?" I choke out, amused.

"That dude with the dog from earlier. He kept ogling your tits."

"You're incorrigible, Cullen."

He smirks, shrugging innocently.

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For Thanksgiving, Esme and Rose hint about helping me prepare the brunch.

To make it better, my parents invited themselves over, too.

With help from so many sides, I have everything ready for the big day. Thankfully, Edward stays out of my way before the guests arrive, allowing me to set the table and he just carries the plates for me.

When the family and friends start arriving, I'm still upstairs fighting with one of my new dresses. It's like a kimono, but stylish. I manage wrapping it around me, then work on my hair. My arms start hurting for keeping them up, trying to do a bun caught in two sticks.

"Dammit!" I shout, throwing away the sticks and pulling my hair in a ponytail.

"Everything alright?" Edward pokes his head inside our room.

"I'm ready. I hope no one cares if I stay barefoot." I'm so bloated that I feel like if someone puts a needle in me, I'll deflate like a balloon.

He smirks, taking my hand and pulling me out of the room. "I got you barefoot and pregnant."

"That's lame, or maybe…" I glance at his t-shirt—because he insisted on wearing another themed one instead of a dress shirt. "Edward!" I gasp when I see what's written on his shirt.

All I wanted was a blow job.

"Go and change!" I hiss at him.

"The damage is done. Everyone saw it. And honestly, it was either this…" He points to his chest. "…or the one that said Be Nice to Me. My Wife is Pregnant."

"I hate you," I mutter, descending carefully.

"Aw, baby!" Edward rushes after me. I hate it when he hovers. It's not like I'm going to fall…even though I can't see my feet, but I have a strong grip of the banister.

"Sweetheart! You overdid it!" Mom greets me at the bottom of the stairs. "I hope you helped her." She turns to give Edward the look.

"No, he didn't. But I didn't want him to help," I explain. "He's helpless."

"Just like your father." She giggles, patting Edward's cheek.

He looks down, and I can see the tips of his ears turning red.

Mom, Sue and Esme take over serving us. I don't like it that the elders are doing the hard work, but my back is killing me, the baby is being relentless and I'm tired most of the time. Vic seems to be in the same predicament as me, while Rose has her hands full with Daphne.

During the main course, Daphne starts shifting in Emmett's arms, refusing to eat what Rose gives her. I'm thinking that she's tired, but I should have known she wanted something else.

"What is it?" Rose groans, putting the fork down.

Daphne beams up, looking toward our end of table, her eyes on Edward. "I want Unc Ed to feed me."

My poor husband chokes on his bite, then smiles to her, winking.

That's all he needs to do for Daphne to disappear under the table then reappear between Edward's legs. He helps her on his lap carefully, so she doesn't bump her head on the underside of the table. She's extra happy to be on his lap.

Everyone starts laughing when she hugs him as best as she can, whispering in his ear. I'm the only one that hears their conversation. She just told him that she loves him, and all my six feet two inches hunk of man melted, squeezing her close and kissing her head.

I can't wait to see him with our baby. If she turns out to be a girl, he'll be in heaven, but if he's a boy I'm sure he's going to be proud to have someone pass his name, and play whatever sports he likes with. Yes, no matter what we're having, the baby is going to be loved and cherished.

I can't remember why I didn't want a baby to begin with.