Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Story is inspired by the Mexican novela "Caer en Tentation"

Bella

The lake is fairly packed for a Sunday morning when we get there. Edward finds the perfect spot; a bench underneath the shadow of a tree at a fairly good distance from the crowd. We leave our things on the table and the kids go test out the water. I try my best to keep myself from staring at Edward's toned chest when he takes his shirt off. I'm not the only one as other women around us practically stare at him the moment he takes off his shirt, and some jaws hit the sand. Edward notices my failed attempt to bite back a scowl and smirks in my direction.

"Everything okay, Bella?"

I shrug, pretending I don't care as I take out the sunscreen.

"You know how to draw attention."

"Really?" He looks around as if he hasn't noticed the attention and shrugs.

I roll my eyes. "You know, it's really rude to dazzle these poor women and not acknowledge them."

"Dazzle them? I dazzle these women?" He asked with a smirk. I nod, trying my best to act as if I don't care when deep down I want to grab him and kiss him so they know he is taken. I stop at that thought. Is he taken? Am I? "Do I dazzle you?"

I bite the inside of my lip, shaking the thoughts away. "You have no idea."

"Mom, come on!" Jaime runs back to us with his shirt already off. "I want to swim!"

I look at the lake. Noah is already knee deep in the water and Lucy is picking up rocks from the sand.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be right there," I tell him.

"I'm right behind you," Edward said.

Jaime drops his shirt on the table and runs back to the lake. I take his shirt and begin folding it when I feel Edward lean over me and whispers in my ear, "You're not far off when every man here can't keep their eyes to themselves." And to my shock, kisses me on the cheek.

I watch him walk away, mouth agape and he winks before running to the boys. Lucy, who now has a new collection of rocks, comes back to the table to set them aside.

This is the first time I've seen her since we found out the truth about her paternity and seeing her makes my heart ache, but it had nothing to do with Emmett or the baby I lost. I ached for her. Seeing her, I saw the resemblance to Emmett, to my boys and they have no idea that this little girl is their half sister. How could Emmett do it? To know he has another child and barely see her, be okay just being a stranger to her? How could Rosalie let Edward fall in love with her and adore her, raise her as his own when she secretly took her to see her real father?

"Bella, could you braid my hair, please?"

I snap out of my thoughts and look at her. I smile and take a seat on the table, letting her sit on my lap as I begin to brush her hair and braid it.

I would have loved to have a little girl of my own. When I was pregnant the third time, I wished it was a girl, just someone who I could be girly with, have tea parties with, and braid her hair. When I finish braiding her hair, I wrap my arms around her little form and hug her tightly, raining her with kisses which makes her laugh.

"You are so beautiful," I tell her.

Lucy giggles and takes Edward's phone from the table. "Picture! Picture!"

"You want a picture of your braid?" I took the phone from her.

"No, with you."

My heart swells. She's too pure. I can't help but lean in and kiss the side of her head one more time. I open the camera app and quickly snap a couple pictures of us together before making our way to the boys. I have my phone in hand, so I snap a couple of pictures of Edward and Jaime racing in the water and Noah and Lucy picking rocks by the edge.

"Come in, buddy," Edward said to Noah from the water.

"I can't swim," Noah said. There was a longing look on his face. He and Jaime did everything together and I get he feels left out when he can't do the one thing Jaime can.

"Dad was supposed to teach him how to swim, but he was busy," Jaime said as he swam next to Edward.

Edward swims closer to the edge until he's able to stand and open his arms to Noah.

"Come in, I got you."

"But I can't swim."

"It's okay, buddy, I can show you. Come on, let's start practicing."

Noah looks at me excitedly and then rushes to Edward, climbing on his back with the biggest smile on his face. I snap another picture of them and then watch them play around in the water. I spend most of my time with Lucy and her growing rock collection since the boys like to play rough. Edward stayed with the boys, playing with Jaime while taking care of Noah on his back. They even take time to teach Noah how to float and Edward makes a promise to teach him how to swim if we come back.

Hours go by before the kids are hungry, but when they are, they devour the sandwiches we brought, laughing and playing with each other as Edward snapped pictures of them with his phone. He was even as bold as to pull me by his side and snap a picture of us together, his arm over my shoulders.

"Would you like us to take a picture of all of you?" A woman asked, she'd walk by moments ago and seemed to be on her way back to the crowd.

"Yes, of course," Edward said, handing her his phone. "Kids, let's take a picture."

We all get up and gather around for the picture. Edward pulls me to his side as I carry Lucy on my hip and the boys stand in front of us making funny faces. The woman snaps a couple pictures and hands the phone back to Edward.

"You have a beautiful family," she tells him.

"Oh, we're not-" I begin to say.

"Thank you," Edward interrupts, not at all correcting the woman.

It took me by surprise that he wouldn't correct her. After all, anyone who would see us from the outside would think we were just another family.

Edward sets his phone on the table and says, "well, guys, I think it's time Mom gets in the water."

"What?"

"Yes, yes!" The kids cheer and then run back toward the water.

I step away from Edward. "No, don't you dare."

"I just wanna see how well you swim," he said with a huge grin, stalking toward me like a predator.

"Edward, don't you dare!" I turn to run away, but he's faster than I am. He catches me and holds me up by the waist, my back against his chest and then runs to the water. "Edward, no!" I scream when we hit the cold water.

It's freezing. I have no idea why the kids are able to handle it. I turn completely and wrap my arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. Edward grabs me tightly by the waist and tries to push me off him, but I won't budge.

"Don't you dare." I try to sound threatening, but it comes out with a nervous giggle.

"Drop her, drop her!" Jaime cheered from the edge.

"Traitor!" I try to yell, but then I'm in the air and seconds later I'm under water.

When I come back to the surface, Edward and the kids are laughing their asses off. I wipe the water off my face and put my game face on.

"Oh, it's so on!"

And the water splashing war began.

The kids are dead to the world by the time they're out of the shower. I quietly tuck each of them in bed and give them a kiss goodnight before walking back to the living room where Edward is with Lucy. He tucked her on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. I take a seat next to him and lean my head on his shoulder.

"I had fun today," I told him.

Edward turns to me, his lips pressed against the top of my head.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation."

I reach for his hand, turning it over on my lap. My fingers trace the hard lines on the palm of his hand, over the calloused knuckles and rough skin. Edward closes his hand, stopping me. When I look up at him, he shakes his head.

"Does it bother you?" He asked, not daring to look at me. "The roughness?"

It was my turn to shake my head. "Why would it?"

"It bothered Rosalie," he said. "Said that they were too rough. She didn't like to feel them on her skin."

I look down at his closed fist, thinking back to the night before when he touched me, when he made love to me. Did I even notice? No, I hadn't. I honestly couldn't have cared less. I take his closed fist and using my fingers, I pry his hand open, threading our fingers together. Then I bring his hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss on his hardened knuckles.

"It doesn't bother me." Another kiss. "Why did you lie to that woman?"

Edward arches a brow. "What woman?"

"At the lake. When the woman who took our picture told us we had a beautiful family, you didn't correct her. You said thank you."

Edward stayed quiet for a moment, looking down at our joined hands.

"You are beautiful," he said, almost in a whisper. "You, the boys, Lucy. You're all beautiful. I'm lucky I even get to be a part of this."

"Edward-"

"And you and I don't know what this is," he interrupts. His emerald eyes locked with mine. "I care about you Bella, I want to take care of you, of the boys. I would love to come home and find the four of you there. I would love to call you all mine, even when I know you're not. Not entirely. So maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe I wanted it to be real at least for a moment. I don't know." He shakes his head again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should've corrected the woman-"

"You don't have to apologize," I said. "I know that this between us… it's confusing. I'm confused too. But I want to do things right, Edward. I don't want to ruin what could potentially be a good thing between us."

Edward nods.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"For starters, I need to talk to a lawyer and see what my options are. I should've done this a long time ago, but if we're going to do this, if we're both in on this, then I need to not be married. Hell, I might be a widow soon but I don't want to wait and see if that's a possibility. As far as I'm concerned, Emmett and I are over, but I don't want to be like them. I'm not a cheater."

"Don't do that," he said. "Don't compare us to them."

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"No, Bella. They lied to us for five years. They had a whole separate life outside of our marriages, they were going to leave us. This-" he motions between us "-is nowhere near that. We're not liars and we aren't hiding. From the press, yes. Those fuckers will never shut their mouths about this, but when it comes to us? No. I'm not ashamed of this and you're not going to be my secret from the world."

I sigh, leaning my head against his shoulder again. I didn't want to be his secret and I didn't want him to be mine.

"What are we going to tell the kids?" I ask. "I don't want to confuse them."

"Like you said, we need to do this right. I think first thing is first, your boys are going to have to assimilate to you and Emmett no longer being together. Then, after that's settled, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I nod. He was right. First, I needed to get everything in order and separate my life from Emmett's. That meant getting a job, finding a place for me and the boys, divorcing him. Then I would have time to think about how to introduce Edward as a partner to them. Though, maybe it wouldn't be as hard as I think it will be. The boys adore Edward.

"I should get going," Edward said, giving me another kiss on the forehead. "I need to put Lucy to bed and we have to be in the garage early tomorrow morning."

"You're right. I don't want to be late on my first week," I tease. "I think it's a good thing my new boss likes me."

Edward grins. "Oh, he definitely does."

With one quick kiss, I watch him stand up and pick Lucy up. She doesn't even stir as he lays her head on his shoulder and makes sure she is covered with her blanket. I send him on his way home with a promise to let me know when he gets there.

I'm still smiling like an idiot when I walk in my bathroom. My eyes quickly fall on the torn up wedding picture peeking out of the trash can, and my smile disappears. I take the picture in my hands, looking at the people in it, at who Emmert and I were back then, and at how naive I was for not knowing the kind of man I was marrying. He gave me my children, I'll give him that. But when I think about what has happened between Edward and I in just one weekend, I can't find it in me to feel guilty. Yes, I didn't want to be in a relationship with him while still married to Emmett, but could I really not be with him until those papers were signed? Could I wait until that process was taken care of to be with him? I didn't want to wait. I felt an immense pleasure being with him, I felt safe and content, is this how Emmett felt when he was with Rosalie?

The garage isn't open yet when I get there. There was still another twenty minutes before we had to open. Edward is in his work overalls, working on a car to get a head start when I walk in, so I give him a quick kiss and walk to the office.

However, as soon as I walk in, the fridge catches my attention. The usual two pictures that have always been there have been replaced by five. I leave my purse on the desk and take a step closer. Edward has printed the pictures from our day at the lake. There's the picture I took with Lucy after I braided her hair, a picture of him with the boys, a picture of just the two of us and the picture of all of us together.

Rosalie's picture is gone.

My instinct tells me to look in the trash can, which I do, and in it is her picture torn to shreds.

"Bella?"

I turn to Edward who is standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

I point to the fridge. "You printed them?"

Edward smiles and pushes himself away from the door. "I like to keep the people that make me happy close."

It's almost impossible for me not to smile like an idiot. "We make you happy? Me and the boys?"

Edward nods, slowly walking toward me. "You, the boys and Lucy. That's all I need, Bella."

I walk around him until I'm leaning against the small lunch table and play with the sleeve of his overall.

"You know, we still have another fifteen minutes before we open," I say suggestively, biting my lower lip. It's only been a day since I last had him inside me and now I'm craving him like never before.

Edward catches on quickly. "That's right. And what do you suggest we do in the meantime?"

I slowly pull the zipper of his overall down. Blood starts pumping quickly through my veins as I pull it down his thick arms, revealing his white shirt underneath. Edward grabs my hair and tugs my head back, his mouth crashes against mine in a hungry kiss.

There was no time to waste. Edward grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up the table, my legs wrapped around his waist as he freed himself and slowly worked his way inside of me.

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Dr. Wyatt laughs, taking us by surprise at his outburst. "Isabella Swan killing someone? Please, give me a break."