Well..here we are. The last chapter is written. I don't know if I'll ever want to visit these two again, write an outtake or two, but what I can say for sure is that I really had a blast with those two, and I hope you're enjoyed reading about them as well. I know I'm boring, but, just once more I'd like to thank everybody for reading, reviewing, following etc. You've made my day brighter folks. Every one of you.

Okay, so before I get even more sappy lol, let's get this show on the road. Hope you'll enjoy.

Chapter 6

"Can I butt in, big brother?" Carlisle asks with a wide grin, checking out my boobs for the hundredth times, like I don't have a face, or well, any other part of the body, for that matter.

"Don't think so C," Edward replies strongly, not even bothering enough to look at him, rather pulling himself even closer to me as we dance around the dance floor. Our first, or maybe even fifth dance since the priest pronounced us husband and wife. Big goofy sigh. Yep. I'm officially Bella Cullen. Gotta say, I like the sound of it.

"Come on brother, don't monopolize the bride."

"What do you really want C?" Edward asked, finally stopping to look at him.

"I told you, just once dance, that's it."

"Then why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know Edward, why don't you?"

After a long (or well, what felt like a very long) stare competition, Edward looked at me.

"You okay with this?"

I gave him my best smile. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

"You better behave, okay, little brother?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Don't worry. It's just one freaking dance. Geez, " Carlisle said with a roll of his eyes.

As soon as Carlisle wrapped his arms around me, I asked, "So, what do you need?"

A smirk. "Why do you think I need something?" he asked, hands lowering ever so closely to my ass.

"Keep your hands off my ass, please." I growled.

Another creepy smirk. "Why? You love it when Edward does it. Maybe even a little squeeze..."

"Unless you want me to chop your balls off, you'll remove them this instant, " I said in my sweet voice, twisting his fingers just like my dear old dad had taught me.

"Okay, okay, I'll behave, just...stop, that shit hurts."

It better.

"Okay, now that this is over, can you explain what do you need from me?"

"Who says I need anything?"

I snorted. "Don't you?"

He sighed. "Okay, you got me. Shit...this is really hard..."

I snorted again and he suddenly grinned. "Get your head out the gutter, you perv. You know I didn't mean it like that."

"Fine. So...Oh shit! Hide me!"

"What the fuck are you..." then I looked in the same direction where he was and finally got it.

"Well, well, Carlisle, don't tell me you're actually hiding from a tiny little girl."

"No, " he spoke petulantly, maybe even sounded kind of...shy?

I laughed. "Well I'll be damned! I thought I'd never see the day when Carlisle Cullen would run away from a girl rather than to run towards her."

"It's not like that. I just..."

"What? You need help on how to behave towards girls, or some shit like that?"

"Well...yeah," he said with a nervous gulp.

"Wait ...what?"

"You heard me."

I would need to hear it once more. Loud and clear."

"You're really enjoying my misery aren't you?"

I grinned. "Yes, yes I am. Now, let me hear it."

He huffed. "Fine. Bella, will you..."

"Na-ah. Mrs. Cullen to you."

He growled just a bit. Damn, he really is into this chick.

"Mrs. Cullen, I need you to tell me how not to behave like a..."

"Jerk, asshole, perv? A horny premature teenager who only thinks about where his next blowjob will be?"

"Yeah, yeah...all of that. Now, can you just...oh shit, she saw me. She's coming here. Please Bella...I mean Mrs. Cullen, I need your help. Please teach me how not to behave like an ass."

"Wow, you really like Esme, don't you?"

A small nervous smile. "Yeah, I really, really do."

"Okay, okay, we don't have much time but all girls are pretty much easy."

He gave a look.

"Not like that, you idiot. What I mean is, they all just want someone who will listen to them, who will actually remember when their birthday is, or what their favorite flowers are. Someone who will act like a gentleman, and open their doors. Who will make them laugh even when the're having a shitty day. A guy who will accept them for who they are, even if that person is quite...crazy."

My eyes instantly searched for Edward. Finding him, sitting with his parents, I gave him a grin, mouthing how much I love him. His returning grin was victorious, whispering the same words to me before being interrupted by his mother, who was pulling him by the sleeve to ask him something.

"And..." Carlisle continued.

"That's pretty much it. Just be yourself. Actually, no, that won't work with you. Just...be nice to her. No crude jokes mister."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, go, she's waiting."

He gulped nervously, not moving one inch.

"Go," I said, pushing him towards her. Maybe a bit too much.

I took a few looks in their direction. They were both so...shy towards each other. Uncomfortable in their skin.

Ah yes. I remember those teenage years.

Just as I was about to leave from the dance floor someone grabbed me by the waist. It was Edward.

I grinned, kissing him lightly on the lips before looking for my place under his nook.

"So...what did my brother want from you? Except an ass grab?"

"You saw that?"

"Of course. And as soon as we get back from our honeymoon..."

"Don't worry. It's already done."

"Done?" he grins instantly. "What did you do?"

"I might have, you know...threatened him to cut his balls off if he doesn't remove them immediately."

"Badass." He grinned, giving me a kiss.

"You know it."

"So...was there something else he wanted?"

"Actually, believe it or not, he wanted some advice from me..."

"About?"

"How to act nicely in front of the girls."

"What?" he asks, laughing once, loudly.

"Yep. Apparently, he really likes that chick Esme. Seems she has him wrapped around her little finger and doesn't even know it."

"Well, I guess he's not the only one, then."

"Awww. Such a charmer. That deserves a big, full on, french kiss."

"How about a quickie?" he asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I grin. "Done."

Believe it or not, we've spent our honeymoon on a freaking island that Edward actually owned, but never told me before. To say that I was surprised was an understatement.

It was beautiful though. Magical. And so was the sex. We were thinking of staying at least another week, but it seems that I've caught a bug, which turned not to be a flu, but surprise, surprise, Edward got me knocked up, even while I was on my pills. Some powerful sperm that guy had.

I was freaking out, to be honest, but Edward? He was actually fucking happy. Thrilled. Proud. About the baby and his magical, powerful sperm.

As we looked for new houses, because apparently, his wasn't being enough (or so he says) my water broke, four freaking weeks earlier.

And as I'm currently pushing and cursing that I haven't taken the freaking drugs, I'm also yelling and screaming at Edward who is currently right by my side, taking every insult possible about his glorious peen, or his skilled, but still, amazingly girlish hands that were able to do all kinds of amazing things to my Nessie, which is momentarily screaming and yelling at Butch, cursing him for the things he did to her, just as I'm doing the same to Edward.

After more pushing, and more screaming,trying to let the twins out-yes, you've heard well, twins- I finally succeed at pushing the first one out, and when I'm said to push again, I give up, and yell, and cry, not being able to do anything else but lay in my uncomfortable, hospital bed that is filled with my stinky sweat.

After the doctor and Edward asked me to just push twice, I do it, barely, and lo and behold, the second baby is finally out of Nessie.

I'm so tired, I can't even move a muscle, but somehow when I open my eyes, and see them all covered in blankets and their small, little baby caps, I start to cry.

"They're so tiny...and beautiful," I say, trying to tell my hands to listen to me just once more so I can take them in my arms.

"Yes. They are. Thank you Bella." Edward says, and I see he's crying too, but not bawling, like I still am.

"For what? Knocking me up? I should be thanking you for that."

He chuckles softly, silently, kissing first me, then each of the babies, gently as possible on the forehead.

"What should we call them?"

"How about Nessie for a girl, and Butch for a boy?"

"You're kidding, right?"

I smile. "Of course I am. Like I would name my son Butch."

"How about...Carlie?"

"Carlie?"

"Yes. A mix between Carlisle and Charlie."

"Really?" He frowns. "I mean it's a nice name...unique, sure, but do you really want to name our child after my brother? Once he hears that, he won't stop bragging about it."

"I know, but, if he didn't hire me that day, we wouldn't probably ever meet. "

"That's true. How about we keep it as a middle name, but call her...I don't know...perhaps...Lilly?"

"Lilly?"

He nods.

"Huh. Lilly Carlie Cullen. I don't know. I mean, I like the name Lilly, but not quite too easy to pronounce all of them. How about...Elizabeth?"

"After my mother?"

"Yeah."

"I..like it."

I smiled, yawning. "Good. Now, how about we name this little chubby boy A.J."

"A.J? As in...Aaron Jacob?"

"Who's that? I ask.

He shrugs."I don't know. Just spoke the first names that popped in my head."

"I was thinking of Anthony junior, but I actually like Aaron."

"Good. Aaron it is. Now, let me take those two so you can get some sleep."

I whine, just a bit. "I don't think I want to."

"Yes, you do. They're not going anyway, Bella, and neither am I. I'll keep them safe."

"Promise?" I ask, not wanting to close my eyes.

"I do," he says strongly, kissing me lovingly on the forehead, and his voice is the last thing I hear before I surrender myself to sleep.

Few hours later, after I'm finally awake, everybody comes to visit me, from my folks to Edward's.

Yes, even Carlisle with Esme.

And as the nurse comes and gives my babies to me, I know that as long as I live, I will never be happier in this life time than right now. With the whole family right by my side.

Taking a look at Edward, I know and see that he feels the same.