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.
Eleven more years later
"Go, go, Sebby!" Phoebe runs around the house, screaming loudly, waving the white and blue pom-poms.
If Seb doesn't murder his sister, then I will have to do it. They'll call me a bad mom, but I don't think I can take it for another second.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yells loudly from the above floor.
"Language!" I yell back.
I'm busy folding the freshly washed clothes. It keeps me occupied, restraining me from chasing Phoebe and ruining the day by making her cry.
It's Sebastian's last game of the season in high school, and his sister thinks she's a great cheerleader. I've got to keep her from applying next year when she reaches high school.
God forbid that happens. At thirteen, she's difficult to control but if she gets into those cheerleading circles… No.
There's movement in the kitchen, and from my spot in the laundry room I can see Nigel all stealthy and shit, pulling a chair and going for the chocolate stash. I decide against scaring him when he's on the chair, but once he's back on the floor looking pleased with himself, I clear my throat.
Poor kid jumps a mile in the air, turning his head to eye me warily.
"Dessert before main course?" I ask.
He nods firmly, regaining his usual confidence. "What if the zombie apocalypse comes before lunch? I want my last meal to be chocolate."
I give him an amused look, folding one of Edward's shirts—the last of the mountain of clothes.
"Well, lunch is ready. Why don't you leave that chocolate on the counter for later, and go bring your siblings?"
Pouting, he puts the chocolate bar away, shuffling out the room.
I palm my face, wanting this day over already. It's always crazy around here when Seb has a game. The sad part is that Edward has to work…on a Saturday. Damn.
After Nigel, I took a year off work again. The company couldn't make profit much longer and eventually, James decided to close it. He already had a friend in another advertising company who immediately took him under his wing. That turned out in a huge fight between him and Edward. They didn't speak for about a year.
It was difficult for us, but we pulled through.
Edward now has his own small advertising company. It's been my idea, or so he says. I complained once about people not knowing how to make a nice advertisement for those concerts or fairs in the city. That's what Edward is doing now. He has many offers every day.
It's also exhausting, because I can see how tired he is, but it brings good money.
I've started working at a photo store where I tinker with pictures or make short movies. Never in a million years did I think I'd make money out of what once was a hobby—playing in Picasa or Photoshop.
Of course, my job choice didn't pass not discussed in detail. When I got the offer, I was afraid to bring it to Edward, knowing his past, but he was supportive. He knew how I loved to play with the family pictures.
I'm setting the table, wondering what's taking him so long to get home when the front door opens and closes.
Ah, my man's early.
"Hey, I'm home!" he calls, throwing his keys on the small table in the hallway.
"In the kitchen!" I call back. The dog is the first to greet him, yapping loudly.
"Great news, baby!" Edward says cheerfully as he steps in the kitchen, wrapping me in his strong arms.
"What is it? I could use great news after my horrid day."
"Aw, what happened?" He gets sidetracked.
"Your kids are driving me crazy."
"They're yours, too, you know?" he points out, chuckling, nuzzling my neck.
"Only when they behave…which never happens lately." I stroke his hair, kissing his stubbly cheek. "You need to calm Phoebe before Seb kills her," I add softly, catching his lips in a kiss.
"Later," he mumbles, deepening the kiss.
"What was the news?" I question when we separate for much needed air.
"Mom offered to steal the kids. I didn't say no." He winks at me.
"Sounds like we'll have the house to ourselves. Whatever would we do alone in here, Mr. Cullen?"
"Mhmm…" He kisses that spot behind my ear making me shiver in pleasure. "Lots of dirty things, Mrs. Cullen."
The moment is gone at the sounds of stomping feet on the stairs. Right, the kids are coming to eat.
"Dad, you're home!" Seb exclaims, excited.
"Told you I'd be back for your game. I can't miss it." They bump fists and start talking about our eldest's football game.
"Seb's the best! Go, Seb!"
I snatch the pom-poms from Phoebe. "Can you behave for five minutes? What's wrong with you today?" I moan, throwing the fluffy things away, toward the hallway. "Go, sit at the table."
She scowls at me, going to Edward to whine about me being mean. And he'll side with her because he doesn't really understand she's a devil with me and an angel with him.
Argh!
"Can I have the chocolate now, Mommy? You never know when the zombies will attack."
"Nigel, for chrissake! Edward, a little help, baby. Your youngest foresees a zombie apocalypse in the next five minutes."
"No way!" Hubby gasps. "We should take weapons and hide in the basement."
"Edward!" I moan. "You're not helping."
"I claim the rolling pin and a strainer!" Nigel announces.
"And I take Sebby's toy sword!" Phoebe exclaims.
"Guys!" I protest, wanting to strangle my husband for creating chaos. "We're having this discussion every day, Nigel. There is no zombie apocalypse. Ever."
"No?" He looks heartbroken.
"No," I say firmly, grab his arm and usher him to the table.
As I pass Edward, I slap the back of his head. He wraps an arm around me, making sure to rub my ass.
Later that evening, we pile in both cars and go the Seb's game. Edward has Seb and is on the way to pick Vic's boy too. I have Phoebe and Nigel, along with the dog. I'm dropping him off at the in-laws on the way, then after the games the kids will be spending the night there.
I can't wait to be alone with Edward.
I don't remember when this miracle happened last time.
At least we won't have any surprise baby, because after Nigel, I had a sit-down with my husband. It was either him or me to go through that process. He offered to get neutered—as he put it—so I won't need to go through another surgery. It was enough Nigel didn't want to get out the natural way, stubborn kid.
But the snipping was fun, especially Edward preparing for that. He refused to allow someone else to shave him…there. That resulted in a nice conversation on how he trusted me…until I reminded him of a time I offered to shave his beard and left a gash on his neck. After a lot of thinking, he still told me to do it, while he was asleep so he wouldn't know if I cut something else. That showed his trust in me. Not.
Anyway, now, ten years later we're still taking advantage of enjoying each other the way we always liked—bareback, without the risk of another baby to make an appearance.
Seb's game is something I don't particularly understand. I try, but it's not my favorite past time activity. Edward shouts and jumps out of his seat at every important part of the game. Phoebe looks bored, playing on her phone, but Nigel looks just as into the game as his dad.
I end up whispering with Victoria about what she's done lately, and in turn I tell her about the future zombie attack. It's good to have someone who understands me. She had sworn off babies after the twins, but when I was pregnant with Nigel, she wanted another one. By that time, Emmett and Rose had managed to make one of their own after many treatments and procedures. That's how Vic's little Jane appeared around seven years ago.
"I'll meet you home," Edward whispers in my ear, getting up and walking down the bleachers.
"Is it over?" I ask to no one in particular.
"I think," Vic says just as confused.
"Yes. Now can we go?" Phoebe wonders impatiently. "This was utterly boring."
"You were excited about it earlier," I point out.
"Yeah, no longer." She shrugs. "Come on, get a move, slug."
"Hey! That's your brother you're talking to!" I chide her.
"But he's slow." She pokes Nigel in the ribs.
I wrap my arm around him. My little boy. "Phoebe," I hiss, stroking Nigel's face with the back of my hand. "You okay, kiddo?"
"Yes, Mom!" He sounds embarrassed.
Saying goodbye to Vic, I collect Seb and drive them to their grandparents. I try not to let it show how happy I am to get rid of them, but there's a huge smile on my face and I'm humming along with the radio.
Nigel points out that I'm way too happy, and insists to know if I know anything about zombies attacking them while at the grandparents. Kid has a one-track mind. Seb tells him to quit it because the reason of my cheerfulness is being alone with dad.
"But they're alone every night," Phoebe says innocently, or so she makes it sound.
"They can't do stuff with us there."
"Seb!" I feel my cheeks burning.
"What, Mom? My room is closer to yours. And last time I checked, my hearing was perfect."
"Christ," I mutter under my breath.
After dropping them off, I make Seb promise to keep his mouth shut about what he heard at night—ages ago, because the last time I've made love with Edward seems like a lifetime ago.
At home, there is darkness, not one light on, but Edward's car is in the driveway.
I wonder what he's up to…
Opening the front door, I step inside then lock up.
"Hey, stranger," he greets me softly from the kitchen's doorway.
"Hey." I grin. "Why the darkness?"
He pushes off the doorframe and comes to me, moving my hair off my shoulder with two long fingers. His nose nuzzles there. "So your husband won't find about our affair."
Oh, God!
He remembered! I have off-handedly mentioned a while ago that we don't play anymore.
"Then we have to hurry," I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Here? Or the bedroom? In your marital bed?"
I'm getting all hot and my skin seems to be on fire. "Not the bed. Surprise me."
He chuckles, running a hand over my thigh, up under the hem of my dress. His finger wrap around my panties—I'm wearing a nice pair knowing we'll end up alone. Apparently, Edward doesn't care of the sexy underwear. In one swift movement, he rips them.
Suddenly, I'm dragged to the living room, pushed into the couch and my dress moved up my ass leaving me naked waist down. I can hear Edward unzipping his jeans then rearranging my body just so, before slipping into me, groaning loudly.
"Does your husband make you feel this good?" he rasps into my ear.
I can't talk. "Ugnnn!"
His movements are forceful and rubbing just the right spot.
"You're so fucking tight, baby." He wraps his arms around me, fucking me good. "I bet that asshole hasn't touching you in months."
"Don't…" I moan.
"It's true," he says softly, licking the shell of my ear. "Sorry."
"We have three kids, Edward," I tell him seriously, turning to him slightly, tangling a hand in his hair. His head falls back and a loud groan escapes him. I break our connection by pushing him on the couch to straddle him. My lips latch to his Adam's apple. His hand squeeze my ass, and his thumb tentatively circles my back door—all my muscles size up triggering both our orgasms.
"That's the next spot I'm gonna cum in, but give me a few."
"Hours?" I laugh.
"Don't be mean with my old ass."
I kiss all over his face.
"God, Bella. In two years I'll be half a century old."
"You're making it worse by using big words. Fifty sounds better," I whisper, nipping at the lob of his ear.
"It's easy for you to talk. Forty-five is a decent age."
"Shush, crazy man. Let's take this upstairs."
He grins deviously. "What if you husband finds us?"
I shrug, pulling him up, laughing when his pants pool at his ankles.
"You can always jump out the window."
"I know you want me dead for various reasons, but that's cruel."
I peck his lips and skip to the stairs, glancing over my shoulder. "Race you! Who arrives first receives oral!"
"Now, that is cruel!" he shouts.
I can hear the clanking of his belt and the definite sound of him stumbling, but hopefully catching himself. It's fun to mess with him.
See you on Sunday for the last chapter. :)
