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Chapter 29 – You Jump, I Jump

If the sun had not decided to shine through Edward's bedroom window we probably would have stayed in bed all day. Wrapped up in each other in a warm cocoon of blankets was pretty close to perfection, as far as I was concerned.

I forced my eyes open and turned in Edward's arms, waking him.

"Hey." His voice was thick with sleep as he pulled me against him, slipping one leg between mine and burying his face in my neck. I could feel my skin heat up at the realization that we were both still incredibly naked.

"Hi," I whispered and rested my cheek against his forehead. I combed my hands through his messy hair and let my mind wander as Edward's fingers trailed lightly up and down my back.

"Your heart is pounding." Edward's lips pressed gently against my skin, and my whole body sighed, pressing further against him. His hand gripped my hip and our eyes met for the first time since the night before.

"Hi," I said again as my eyes focused on his face. The deep green eyes that had told me so many things last night and the lips that drove me completely over the edge. Edward moved his hand from my hip and set fire to the rest of me as his fingers made their way up my body. They lost themselves in my hair as he pulled my face to his. Our lips met softly at first until I slipped my arms around Edward's body and pulled him over me. My leg rested over his hip as I brought him closer to where I needed him.

He wasted no time in filling me, whispering his sweet words and leaving me gasping for breath. No matter how long it had been or how many times we'd been together… I would never get enough.

We moved together languidly, still consumed with sleep but needing each other too much to care. He turned us deftly until I hovered over him, giving him better access to my body. The way Edward looked at me was surprising and flattering at the same time. I could have caught fire from his blazing eyes.

I leaned down to kiss him and he gripped my hips tightly in his able hands. My movements were slow. I savored him, the feeling of him inside, his hands on my skin. He brushed my hair from my shoulders and his fingers lightly touched my breasts. I covered his hands with my own and brought them against my skin. He smiled at my assertiveness and pushed upward, settling himself deeper while his hands continued their assault at my breasts, teasing so wonderfully.

"Oh…" I breathed as his hands slipped down my body, holding me tightly and guiding my movements. My own hands involuntarily tugged at my hair as I felt the beginning of my undoing.

"Bella." He whispered my name and my eyes met his. In one movement he was sitting with both hands behind me, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as we continued moving, deeper and more meaningful than before.

"I love you," Edward said once his lips were free. I smiled against his mouth and fought the urge to laugh. The moment was too perfect to ruin it with my snorting. Only Edward would choose the opportune moment to say that at a time when he was buried deep inside of me and on the brink of blissful oblivion.

I didn't say anything; I simply kissed him again, then pressed my face into his neck as I fell with my lips pressed to his skin and my hands tangled in his hair. He gripped my shoulders as a low groan escaped from deep in his chest and we were still, reveling in the moment or too afraid to look at one another.

"That could have been handled differently," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Probably." I pushed his hair off his face and kissed his nose. Edward captured my lips with his, his hands in my hair holding me to him.

"I meant it."

"I know," I replied, completely breathless. "You know how I feel." I touched his lips gently before kissing him again. I couldn't say it, I was afraid to say it. He knew I felt it, I had always loved him and that would never change. Edward wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder in silent surrender. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stillness around us. After the week we had it was refreshing to just be there wrapped up with him, completely selfish and oblivious.

"Take a shower," he said abruptly, before smacking me lightly on the ass and slipping out from underneath me. He hopped off the bed, and I giggled watching him search for his underwear and sleep pants.

"Where are you going?" I flopped myself back onto the pillow.

"To make breakfast." He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me. "I told Sue to bring Masen back at ten."

"Okay. I'll be down in a few." I watched him walk out of the bedroom before I made my way into the spacious bathroom. I showered quickly and slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I'd left at Edward's during the weeks we'd been "dating". I could hardly remember the last time I slept in my own bed at my own home. It seemed as though Edward and I were moving faster than we'd planned.

The idea didn't make me nervous, it made me giddy.

I pulled my damp hair into a ponytail and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. A cup sat on the counter waiting for me.

I could get used to this.

I stole a piece of bacon and crunched on it while I watched Edward scramble eggs and scoop them onto two plates. I buttered some toast and grabbed the grape jam out of the refrigerator. Edward brought our plates to the table, the bottle of wine and glass from the night before removed.

"You should move in," he blurted out before we even started eating. I stared at him with wide eyes. Two earth-shattering truths in one morning. Perhaps he was going for a record.

"Okay," I said simply.

"Okay?" Edward asked his eyebrows rose suspiciously.

"Okay." I leaned over and kissed him before sipping my coffee.

"Uh… should we talk about it?" he questioned as I shoveled scrambled eggs into my mouth.

"You want us to move in, I want us to move in, Masen will be thrilled, so what's to talk about?"

"Well, for starters, what will you do with your house?"

"Keep it for when I get mad at you or get tired of living with you and your mini-me."

"Hilarious." He threw a chunk of his crust at me and I neatly swatted it away.

"We'll sell it, Edward. Sell it and put the money toward Masen's college fund and pay off some college loans."

"It's like you thought about this already." He smiled and I couldn't help but do the same.

I shrugged. "I actually haven't, but – it's not that hard to decide what to do. This will be good for us." Edward nodded in agreement and went back to his breakfast. We ate in comfortable silence, then cleared our dishes and stood side by side at the sink washing them.

"I need to ask you something. It's kind of serious."

"Serious? Coming from you?" I nudged him with my hip and he chuckled.

"I'm not with it this morning, am I?" he asked as he dried his hands and pulled me to him. He rested his chin on top of my head and I felt him sigh.

"You are. Just tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours." I placed a kiss on his bare chest and patted his ass lightly.

He raked a hand through his hair nervously and took a step away from me.

"Listen – I mean… about last night."

"And this morning?" I laughed and leaned against the counter, pulling him with me.

"Yes. Both of them. I love our son, I really do, but…"

"But?"

"We just, ah – you know – we weren't very, er... responsible?"

"Oh!" I cried and put my hand to my face in realization. "I have an IUD. I just – I didn't think about saying anything last night… or this morning." I felt my face heat up. "You know… mood killer."

"Right." His eyes were thoughtful as he searched my face. Sometimes I wondered where he went when he looked like that. What really did go on inside his pretty little head? His fingers trailed down my jaw and captured my chin so he could pull my face to his. "Mood killer," he murmured before kissing me softly. His lips were gently but his body pressed against mine told me his real intentions.

"Edward…" I whispered his name and he laughed.

"I need a cold shower." He kissed me again and I shoved him away.

"Go. Masen will be here soon." I smiled as he sauntered away, pouting like a horny teenager.

I changed the sheets on Edward's bed while he showered and started a load of laundry with EJ following me and nipping at my heels the whole time.

"Oh, for the love of Pete - EJ! Leave me alone!" I finally cried when he jumped out from behind the couch and I nearly broke my neck trying to get away from his claws.

"He's just a cat, Mama. He doesn't know any better." Masen's voice startled me and I heard the front door slam. Sue laughed from behind my son and dropped his bag in the foyer before coming forward to hug me.

"How are you doin', baby?" she asked as she held me tightly.

"I'm good," I whispered and blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Thanks for keeping the monster."

"I'm not a monster." Masen frowned up at me from the spot he'd taken on the floor. EJ was sprawled out in front of him letting Masen rub his belly. I could hear him purring from ten feet away.

"Devil-cat," I muttered, throwing the feline in question a dirty look, just as Edward came down the stairs in clean jeans and a tee, his hair wet from his shower and sticking up everywhere.

"Hey, Dad!" Masen jumped up from the floor and practically flew into Edward's arms.

That time I frowned.

He barely even spoke to me.

"All right, kids. Your dad is waiting on me to get back before he leaves to go fishing."

"That's nice of him," Edward said as he tried to wrestle Masen out of his arms.

"Please – he needs me to pack his lunch!" She hugged me again and I laughed quietly and walked her to the door. "Be good." Sue winked at me before walking out.

She winked. Good Lord, it was contagious.

Edward and Masen had finally stopped their wrestling and settled onto the couch with morning cartoons. I sat between them and Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulders but Masen scooted all to the opposite end of the couch.

"What is going on with you, buster?" I grabbed his legs and pulled him toward me.

"Nothing," he mumbled, not taking his eyes from the television.

"What's wrong, kid?" Edward pulled him across me and into his lap.

"I just don't want to make Mama sad, that's all." Masen whispered to his father.

Edward's eyes met mine and I felt my tears well up and spill out before I could stop them.

"Come here, baby." I pulled him into my arms and tucked his head under my chin. "You could never, ever make me sad. You are the reason that I'm happy."

"But you haven't been very happy." Masen's little fingers played absently with hem of my shirt.

"I know. I'm sorry. Some things made me very sad. But I'm getting better."

"Because your mama died?" He looked up at me with curious green eyes.

"Yeah." I kissed his head and met Edward's gaze over him. He nodded slightly to let me know that he was the one who told Masen about Renee. I sighed and hugged my little boy closer to me. "But it's okay because I have you and Daddy to help make me less sad."

"You're very lucky," he said softly, and I had to laugh. It was contagious and soon enough the three of us were gasping for air because of our giggles. We spent the rest of the day like that, wrapped up in each other, watching movies, and cuddling. Being with my boys helped heal the gaping hole that was still in my heart.

EPOV

"Should I take him to bed?" I nodded to Masen who had fallen asleep at the end of the couch. His feet were in Bella's lap but his head and nearly half of his body was teetering dangerously at the edge of the couch.

"Yeah." She turned to me and kissed my jaw. "You do that and I'll get some drinks. Beer or wine?"

"Beer. You have wine. I like what it does to you." I winked and then chuckled as she stumbled to the kitchen throwing me a dirty look in the process. Masen was like a wet noodle as I tried to change him into his pajamas. I eventually gave up and decided to let him sleep in his underwear, mostly because he flailed around until he was face-down with his butt in the air and I couldn't stop laughing long enough to dress him. I tucked his covers around him just as EJ slunk into the room and curled up on his pillow. I gave him a quick scratch and flipped off the light as I exited his room.

"He's out." I took my seat back on the couch and Bella handed me a beer and settled against my side. She'd turned the stereo on to some easy listening station, turned off the lights, and lit a couple of candles. "Are you trying to seduce me?" I cocked my head to the side so I could see her better.

"Are you seduce-able?" She sipped her wine and I laughed.

"You obviously need to get to know me again."

"I think we did that last night," Bella said and I could see her face heat up even in the dark room.

"And this morning," I murmured as I took her glass from her and set it on the coffee table.

"Right," she whispered. I slid my hand down her arm and rested it against her hip then pulled her into my lap with her legs on either side of my body. Her face was above mine, her arms rested on the couch behind me.

"We should go to bed." I pulled her down so I could kiss her. "I'm too old for this staying up all hours of the night," I teased as she blew out the candles and turned off the music.

"You're only twenty-seven, don't be silly." She wrapped her arms around me from behind and I started toward the stairs.

"Twenty-eight," I corrected her, and she stopped dead, yanking me with her.

"Oh. Shit," she muttered into my shirt. "Oh, Edward."

"It's not a big deal." I held her hands tightly against my chest.

"It is! Baby, I forgot your birthday!" Laughing, I turned quickly and pulled her against my chest.

"You had a lot on your mind. We all did." I leaned down to kiss her softly. "And you just called me 'baby'."

"I did?" She looked up at me, confused. "I didn't notice."

"I liked it. I missed that."

"You're weird." She took my hand and led me upstairs. I didn't have a comeback. It was true.

"How quiet can you be?" I asked when we finally reached the bedroom. I bent down and kissed her neck as she fumbled with the door knob.

"We'll just have to see."

BPOV

Edward was showered and dressed before Masen and I were even roused from our sleep. At some point in the night Masen had slipped into bed with Edward and I. Thankfully, we'd remembered to dress in the middle of the night.

"I'm going to work." Edward whispered so as not to wake Masen. "I'll call you later." He kissed me softly and I nodded and snuggled closer to Masen.

"Miss you."

"I haven't left yet." He laughed softly and I felt his lips press against my temple.

"Miss you already?" I smiled.

"Daa-aaad. Go to work." Masen reached a hand up and pushed Edward's face away. Edward laughed again and kissed Masen loudly before leaving us alone. We got up a little while after Edward left and dressed for our day.

I had some serious making up to do.

"Can we get him a giant cookie?" Masen pressed his face to the glass case inside the Buttercup Bakery in Port Angeles. I resisted the urge to pull him away and wipe the drool off of the glass.

"How about a big cupcake?" I pointed to something that looked like it had a pound of icing on top of it.

"We should probably get three." He nodded solemnly.

"Of course. I'm sure your dad will love all of them," I teased him.

"I meant for us!" Masen stuck his hands on his hips and glared at me.

"I know, you silly goose." I kissed the top of his head and ordered our cupcakes. I let Masen carry the bag with our goodies while we walked the small shopping strip so I could find a gift for Edward. We didn't find anything but enjoyed trying on silly hats in an expensive boutique and looking through old books at the used bookstore. I had nearly given up until we left the bookstore and the perfect thing caught my eye in the window. I dragged Masen back inside and yanked the book out of the display.

It was perfect: a hardcover copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" in pristine condition. All I could think about was our first Valentine's Day together and what I'd written inside the book. It was my way of telling Edward how I felt.

I took out my pen as soon as we go in the car so I could inscribe Edward's gift. We didn't have time to buy wrapping paper, but I knew he wouldn't care. I quickly wrote what I needed to say, three words. That's all I wrote.

Masen and I made it to Edward's office right at noon. There were a few people leaving the office as Masen and I walked though the doors. He greeted each of them by their first name as he walked by. Like a little friggin' Rain Man.

"Hi, guys. Mr. Cullen is on a conference call right now, do you mind waiting?" Anne asked when we finally passed the people.

"Aw, I wanna give my dad his cupcake!" Masen groaned and Anne laughed.

"He's talking to someone from Australia, it's very important." She handed Masen a paper airplane from behind her desk. "He made this for you."

"How did he know we were coming? Did you tell him?" Masen looked up at me and I smiled. I hadn't actually told Edward but I was sure that he had more than just a paper airplane stuck behind Anne's desk just in case Masen stopped by.

"He's very smart, your dad." Anne smiled and ruffled Masen's hair. Masen hugged Anne just as Edward's door swung open. His tie was loosened and his face looked incredibly weary.

"Anne – hold my calls for the rest of the day, plea – hey!" He tried to smile when he saw us but I could see through the façade.

"We brought you cupcakes!" Masen cried as he threw himself at his father. A genuine smile crossed Edward's face as he scooped Masen up and kissed him.

"Cupcakes, huh?"

"Yeah. Since Mama forgot your birthday." My son glared at me and I rolled my eyes. The little traitor.

"It was an accident." I kissed Edward's cheek and handed him the box of cupcakes. His face softened as he looked at the box.

"Cream cheese frosting?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course," I teased him. Edward smiled as he pulled me back into his office. He sat with Masen in his lap and I perched myself next to them on the edge of his desk. He opened the box and we each took a cupcake and quietly munched on them.

"Did you get any in your mouth?" I joked and held Masen's face up so I could see the pink icing that was smeared all over him.

"A little bit." He smiled up at me.

"Hold on," I said as he started to try and clean his face. I took my phone from my bag and leaned back a bit. "Let me take yours and Daddy's picture to send to Grammy." I took their picture and sent it to Esme then looked at it again. Something was off. Edward was hiding something; I could see it in his eyes.

"So, what do you think?" His voice broke through my contemplating.

"What?" I put my phone away and tried to compose myself.

"Do you want to go out tonight? For dinner?" he asked again while he helped Masen clean his face off.

"Oh. No, I thought I'd cook something special for you." I removed myself from the desk and gathered up our trash.

"Okay." He shrugged and kissed Masen's hair. "I've got to get back to work," Edward explained with a frown.

"Happy Birthday, Daddy." Masen smiled up at Edward and my worries melted away. Edward's face was sad as he bent down to kiss our son again.

"Thanks buddy," he whispered.

"We got you this. You can open it later." I handed him the bag from the bookstore since I had no time to wrap it.

"Thank you." He kissed me softly and let his fingers trail down my jaw. I hugged him tightly, breathing him in and placing a kiss under his ear before he led us out of the office. "I'll see you at home."

Home.

Yeah. I could definitely get used to that.

Masen and I went "home" and lounged around for a while (I loved summer vacations with my baby boy), made homemade birthday cards for Edward, and then prepared dinner.

It was nearly seven o'clock when Edward got home. Masen had finally crashed on the couch from his sugar high earlier. He watched Beauty and the Beast with heavy eyelids and I sipped a glass of white wine. When I finally heard Edward's car I rushed to greet him.

He never came inside.

When I finally opened the door Edward was there, sitting on the porch steps with his head bowed and his elbows resting on his knees. I closed the door quietly and took a seat beside him, nudging him softly with my shoulder.

"Hey." I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Hey," Edward replied though he didn't lift his head.

"Talk to me," I whispered. I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes. We'd been through too much for something to stand between us now. I needed to know.

"I can't. I can't tell you. I don't know how."

"What do you mean? Edward, you have to tell me. No more secrets. Please." I ran my fingers through his hair and turned his face toward mine. I felt the tears spill from my eyes when I saw the anguished look on his handsome face.

"They want me to come back," he said with a clear voice.

"Who does?" I asked softly.

"Morgan and Morgan. They need me to help finish up a project. One that I was working on before I left -"

"You can't!" I cut him off and jumped to my feet. "You can't leave us," I said as my chest tightened. It was getting harder to breathe by the second.

"I know, baby. I know." His arms were around me, comforting me and keeping me from falling apart.

"How long?"

"What?" He said into my hair, his lips so close to my ear.

"How long do they want you? Did you tell them you had to come back? That it wouldn't be permanent?"

"I told them I had to talk to you first." He pulled back and looked down at me a hint of a smile on his face now.

"Then we're going with you." I crossed my arms in front of him, determined to have my way.

"What? Bella – they want me there in two weeks. That's not enough time to get passports or -"

"We have passports. We don't have school. How long do they want you?"

"A month. Maybe two."

"We'll stay until school starts. I have some savings…" I said, the truth of my words finally hitting me head-on. Could we go with him? Did he want us there?

"They'll pay for housing," Edward explained, and we watched each other for a long time. "Is this what you want?" he finally asked.

"I want you. We want you." I put my hands to his face and he kissed me. "You can't get rid of us that easily."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Two weeks, huh?" I asked as I pulled him up the stairs and through the front door.

"Two weeks. I'm beginning to think that this whole 'dating' thing is moving kind of fast." He glanced at Masen fast asleep on the couch and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"It was a stupid idea anyways." I laughed and pushed him into a chair at the dining table.

"Hey, you said you liked it!" he called as I grabbed a bottle of wine and glasses I'd already set out.

"I was just trying to get in your pants." I shrugged.

"I knew it." He shook his hand and pulled me into his lap and kissed my neck. "The book was perfect, by the way."

"I thought so, too." I buried my face in his neck and held myself to him.

"So. Two weeks," he said again as he rubbed small circles on my skin. "Can we get you moved in within two weeks?"

"What do you think I have those oversized brothers for?" I asked him and I felt him chuckle.

"I want to do this. Me, you, and Masen. I don't want to wait any more." He moved so we were eye to eye.

"Then we'll do it," I said and his eyes widened. "You pervert," I whispered once I caught the meaning of his expression.

"You said it." He laughed and I smacked his shoulder lightly.

"I meant it." I cocked an eyebrow at him and he smiled widely. "You know, in all meanings of the phrase. So, let's get to work?"

"Can we eat first? And put the kid to bed?"

"Edward! You know what I meant!" I stood up and shoved his hands away from me, laughing the whole time. "I don't want to wait either."

"We won't then." He stood and pulled me against his chest.

"I'll talk to Emmett and Seth tomorrow." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'll call a realtor and book our flight," he told me with his lips close to mine.

"I love you."

"I know."

A/N: Thanks to all of you who are reading/reccing/reviewing. I'm looking at one more chapter and an epilogue.

HAPPY NATIONAL CAPSLOCK DAY.