Author: Jayeliwood PM
Bella is 30 but where has her life really taken her?She's got a job,but no real life.No lover,no kids,nothing.Feelin lost & alone on her 30th bday she writes a list of things she's never done before but has always wanted to.Maybe life really begins at 30?Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 45 - Words: 184,669 - Reviews: 7,523 - Favs: 3,181 - Follows: 1,532 - Updated: 07-10-10 - Published: 04-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5870394
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, to all the wonderful people that have enjoyed this story and who needed a little cotton candy too.
I hope you need a little more of it, because I promise you this is some fluff :)
Just to let you know, this is about five years after their wedding. Enjoy!
In the Pursuit of Perfection
"Cyrus, Lucas," I shouted from the front door. "Mommy's leaving now! Come give me kisses!"
I heard three pairs of feet move towards me from somewhere in the house. I smiled at the thought. Though I hated leaving, I loved the way all my wonderful men gave me love before I left. I, for a long time, wondered if I ever would have something like this.
Edward and I tried to have children for two years on our own before we went through some testing. And some of my worst fears were confirmed. Because of me and my 'advanced' age, it would be extremely difficult for us to conceive a child together.
I cried for a day and mourned the children that would never be with a lot of wine and then... I got over it. I moved on. If I had learned anything from my time with lists was that you never sat still. You always had to keep moving forward. Life wasn't worth living if you just let it pass you by.
So, Edward and I talked and we came to a vital decision. I would not be taking hormones. I would not be taking pills or shots. We would, instead, adopt. There were thousands of children, just in Texas, that needed loving and stable homes. We were loving and we were stable, though not really normal. We would make sure any child in our care would be as happy and healthy as possible. And in doing so, it would make the both of us very happy.
That's all that mattered.
It was only our first time going when we found our little boys. We were prepared for it to take a while to find the right child for us. We had things in mind that we were looking for. Mainly, that it would be a boy. I wanted to give Edward someone to pass on his family name. I wanted to give Charlie a fishing partner. And I wanted to give Bridget, who was then six, a little baby boy to fuss over. I just wanted someone to cuddle and coo over.
I had just walked in the room alone, Edward talking to one of the women that worked in the center, when I heard a soft cry come from one of the cribs that lined the floor. There were five of them, just in this room alone. The thought broke my heart. The nurse that watched over the newborns was busy changing a baby so I decided to go over and check to make sure if everything was alright.
I gasped when I first laid eyes on him. It was Cyrus, tiny and red faced as he furiously fought with the blanket they had him swaddled in. His eyes were a gorgeous dark brown, practically glowing compared to his mocha colored skin. His eyelashes curled almost to the point that they touched themselves, thick and black. His lips, a perfect pink, pursed just before he whined again, kicking out his feet.
"Adorable, isn't he?" The nurse came over holding a little girl dressed in pink. "You can pick him up, if you'd like."
"Are you sure?" I asked nervously. I had held many babies but I knew that as soon as I picked him up that I wouldn't want to put him down. I was drawn to him. Just like I had been drawn to Edward, just not in a perverted way.
"Go for it. Let me put this one down for her nap and I'll be right over," she said cheerfully but I didn't really notice. I was too busy looking at the little baby boy.
Nervously, I slipped my arms underneath his body and brought him up to me. He could hold his head up just fine so I assumed he was just around four months old but he seemed a bit small. His fingers clutched at my hair before he rested his head on my shoulder with a soft contented sigh.
I was done for. It was over.
"Who do we have here?" Edward asked with amusement in his voice as he came over to me finally.
"I want him," I said, already to the point of happy tears. "Edward, he's mine. I want to take him home."
Edward looked totally shocked, poor thing. He didn't know what to do with my overflow of emotions and my strong need to have this child. He had been playful and he had not expected such a strong reaction for me.
"Ah, I see Cyrus took right to you!" The nurse said, coming over. "Isn't he a cutie? You should see his brother. It's even cuter when they're a matching set."
"He has a brother?" I said, barely able to get the words above the whisper.
"Identical twin brother. They were about a month and a half early but there doesn't seem to be any health problems. He's over here," the nurse pointed to the crib beside the one I was standing. Edward and I walked over to it slowly to find Cyrus' twin brother asleep peacefully.
They were exact wonderfully adorable duplicates.
I was wrong. He wasn't mine. They were mine. I could not break up brothers. They were so beautiful and so... I don't know how to describe the emotions I was feeling. It was overwhelming and amazing, all at once.
I watched as Edward's green eyes trained on the sleeping baby, his fingers wrapping around the bars of the crib as he leaned over to look. I bit my lip, watching him. "Edward?"
"Bella, we've just started... I mean, they're adorable but it makes us sound like we're shopping for a puppy. This is a big-"
"The house was yours. You knew right off the bat, didn't you? These boys are mine," I whispered, laying my cheek against the baby's forehead. He was dead asleep, his fingers still wrapped in my hair. "Just like we knew about each other. All the best things in our lives, we just knew. Edward, I just know," I rambled.
Edward opened his mouth to speak but the other baby began to stir. His brown eyes opened wide and his arm reached out. My husband reached out without a single thought and picked up the baby. He stood there, silent, for several minutes before he looked at me. "Okay."
And just like that, we found our boys. It took more time than I liked to bring them home, but honestly after that point an hour would have been too long. But finally we signed all the papers, bought all the diapers, and we brought them home in perfect blue car seats.
It's been about eighteen months since that happy day. It's been the best time of my life. Not that there hadn't been issues we had to deal with. Like deciding if we wanted to keep their names the way they were or not. The mother named them Cyrus and Lucas, and in the end we decided only to change their middle names. One to Carlisle and the other to Charles.
Also, there was the trouble with their hair. Their hair was nothing like mine nor did I know what to do with it. Edward barely knew how to deal with his own hair. The boys were part African American and part Japanese which made for a beautiful combination of skin and eyes but when it came to styling their hair, I was lost. With the help of a barber, we were dealing with it. I even let the boys pick out the style they wanted. Which were totally different, just like their personalities.
Cyrus was the first to arrive at my feet in front of the door. He looked absolutely pleased with himself in his khaki shorts and plaid button down shorts, very clean, neat, and proper. He looked precious to me. He always wanted things to be just so, especially his clothing and his hair.
When it came to his hair he chose for himself a small... well, there is no better way to put this. A fro. Emmett burst into laughter the first time he saw, calling Cyrus his little pimp.
I had never seen Edward hit Emmett so hard in the shoulder before.
"Momma, momma," he gargled his words together as he spoke in a rush. Poor thing had a slight lisp. "Where you goin?"
"Mommy has to interview some people to help her with her work. Mommy has got to find a helper."
Luke was the next to arrive, dirty from head to toe in what looked like oreo cookie. "Mommy!" He said, running towards me but I pointed a finger at his nose and he stop instantly. A tiny smirk came across his lips, reminding me of my Edward.
"Keep your dirty paws off my clean drawers!" I said in a warning to him, raising an eyebrow. I earned a laugh, not only from him but from Edward who was wiping his hands on a tea towel. "What have you been cooking?" I asked, smiling sweetly at my husband.
Food had been on my mind a lot lately. As were other things
"Something for tonight. You'll see," he said secretively before coming over to me and giving me a deep kiss. "You'll love it, I promise."
"I love whatever you make," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Edward was still as handsome as ever. He was still thin and a bit more muscled at the top from picking up the kids so much. His hair was a little more silver around his temples than his wild red, but it just made him all the much more gorgeous in my eyes. And I have to say, he took his thirtieth birthday far better than I did.
"Ewww... stop making kissy face," Lucas complained but Cyrus didn't seem to mind as he came to my side, clutching my leg gently with his tiny fingers.
"Will you be gone a long time?" He asked, batting those winning eyelashes at me.
"You'll be in bed by the time I get back, so that's why I want kisses now," I said to him, making him frown. "But, we'll get up in the morning and I'll make a nice breakfast, okay? We'll let daddy sleep in."
"K," he pouted, pursing out his lips and picking at his nails dejectedly.
"I love you," I said, trying my best to bend down to look into his eyes. It was hard considering the size of my very round belly.
The doctor had said extremely difficult for Edward and I to get pregnant naturally. Not impossible. Apparently when you stop trying is when you do get pregnant.
We celebrated two dates in the past year. The boys first birthday and the anniversary of the day the boys became ours. We threw a huge party for both but there was one major difference between the two events.
I didn't throw up at their first birthday party. Nor did I faint, falling directly into the large cake Jasper had made for the party.
I ended up at the E.R., despite saying that I was fine. I was overruled not only by Edward, but by Carlisle, Charlie, Esme, Renee, Phil, and even Alice.
That night, after waiting in the emergency room for six hours covered in cake, I found out I was six weeks pregnant.
I was just at seven months pregnant. I worked out of the house mostly still even though I had an office but I didn't want to overwhelm any possible person I might hire so I decided to do my interviews at a coffee shop instead. I needed the help with maintaining the business, especially after I delivered. I had needed someone anyway, my business was still booming and I wanted more time with my wonderful children.
Luckily Edward worked mostly from home now as well. A certain international food company had gotten a hold of some of Edward's jams and such and were now selling them regionally. They retained the same name and were sold mostly in the south at grocery stores. Within the following year they planned to attempt to take the products nationally. Edward received royalties and worked on new recipes all the time for them. He still had to go and do things for them, but it was never anything that kept him away for long which was something he hated.
And if the sells in the region were any indicator, Edward would never have to do anything he didn't want to ever again.
And he loved it.
Though, he still helped Jasper out when he needed it. He loved working in the bakery but he loved being at home with his boys even more.
"Love you, too, mommy," Cyrus finally said, pecking a kiss to my cheek.
"Here, lets make this easier for your mum," Edward said, his accent still thick as ever, as he picked up Lucas. He pinned both of his arms to the side. "Say love you and give kisses."
Even though he complained about Edward and I kissing, Lucas didn't mind giving me kisses.
"LOVE YOU!" He shouted, laughing before leaning forward with puckered lips. I kissed him on a top of his bald little head, the only somewhat clean part of him.
"Love you, too," I laughed as Edward put him down. Lucas grinned at me before grabbing his brother and dragging him off to the playroom. Which just happen to be Edward's music room still.
"Good luck," Edward said, kissing my forehead lightly.
"Thanks," I breathed.
"You'll find the person today. I just know it."
"I don't know," I complained. "This is my sixth round of interviews. Maybe I should lower my standards."
"Absolutely not. We'll find them. Just wait and see."
As much as I wished Edward would be right, he was not. People were either under qualified or unprofessional. I even had one that was pierced more than a pin cushion. I'm fine with tattoos and piercings but I have to draw the line somewhere. The girl had twenty piercings, just in her head.
I came home at eight in the evening feeling defeated and annoyed.
The house was silent, but I expected it to be. Seven was the boys bedtime and they loved to sleep, surprisingly. I hoped we got as lucky with the little girl who was on the way.
But my home was... too quiet. I expected some sort of noise but there was nothing. So, I walked quietly to the boys' room.
Both were empty.
And it freaked me out.
First I looked in the playroom, then the living room and kitchen. Then in the backyard and the bathrooms. Finally, I came to my room.
Edward was waiting for me, smiling at me in that certain way that made my toes still curl even after almost five years of marriage. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach as I walked in on him, my hand on my heart.
"Where are the boys?" I asked as I took in the table covered in silver domed plates that waiting for me. There were even wine glasses filled with grape juice. Candles lit up the room, making everything glow.
"They are with Rosalie and Emmett," he said as he walked over to me, running his hands over my shoulders gingerly. "How were your interviews?"
"Horrible," I offered quickly before moving on to more important matters at hand. "Can they handle five children at once? I mean, I know how hard it can be to-" Edward covered my mouth with a kiss, chuckling to himself as he pulled away.
"They have help. Anyway, so you didn't find anybody? No possibilities?"
"No, why?" I asked, confused at his tone. It was oddly hopeful.
"I think I might have found the perfect person for you. They want to do an interview right now but they couldn't be here so I arranged for a web cam conference instead. I hope that's okay," he said as he began to walk over to the laptop on the desk.
"Edward?" I said, confused. "What's going on?"
"Do you trust me?" He asked quietly, biting his bottom lip. "If you don't like the idea, it's fine. We'll go about our evening, eat dinner," he said, gesturing towards the table, "and then I'll rub your feet and we'll sleep in late tomorrow. But, can you trust me for now?"
"I always trust you," I said, walking towards the computer. He pulled out the chair for me and I sat down carefully. Edward opened the lap top all the way up and pressed a couple bottoms.
A smiling face I knew all too well greeted me.
"Tanya!" I squealed, laughing. She laughed as well, waving at me. Edward handed me a small microphone so I could talk to her. "Hi!"
Tanya had just graduated with a degree in computer graphics from Florida State university. For a long time she said she wanted to be a lawyer but she said I inspired her to go on a different path. It was too flattering, even now.
"Hi, Bella. How are you and the little ones?" She asked, pointing down at my stomach.
"Fine. Everyone is healthy and strong," I said, chuckling as I patted my tummy. "So, Edward said this was an interview."
"Well, I hope it is," Tanya giggled. "I heard you were paying pretty well and that you needed the help..."
"Aren't you still in Florida?"
Then I heard two very familiar voices, "HI MOMMY!" And two smiling faces popped up on the screen. "We're going to stay up late and watch cartoons with cousin Tanya and Bridget!"
"I'm a little bit closer to home than that," she giggled just as Bridget, all preteen beauty queen, popped into the shot and waved.
I began to cry. Like heavily and uncontrollably. I had been doing that a lot lately. It came with the whole pregnancy thing. "I am so happy," I whined as I sniffled, trying uselessly to wipe away the tears.
It didn't help that Edward laughed, grabbing a tissue and handing it to me.
"Is that a yes?" Tanya asked with a laugh.
"Of course!" I said, dabbing my eyes.
"Great! We'll talk tomorrow. You two go enjoy your dinner and I will not see you until after one, understand me? You're sleeping in! That girl needs her rest," Tanya said, flicking her eyes up towards Edward. "Come on, kids. Tell Mommy and Daddy goodnight."
"Goooodnnighhhttt..." The kids squealed, including Bridget who was doing it sarcastically, just before the screen went black.
I sat there for several seconds while I let everything process.
"How long did you know Tanya was coming back to Texas?"
"Since last week," he said, offering me his hand.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I complained, allowing him to lead me towards the food. I couldn't be mad for too long if there was food involved.
"Well, if you found someone more qualified I wasn't going to stand in your way. But, fate has spoken," Edward knelt beside me as I sat in the chair. "Is this okay?"
"This is perfect, thank you," I said, leaning down to hug him. He sighed deeply, kissing my neck lightly as he pulled away. "Thank you for all of this," I said, nodding towards the table as well.
"Oh, this? This was easy," he smiled as he pulled a silver dome off of my plate. Steam wafted from something that made my mouth water. "Beef wellington served with garlic mashed red potatoes and roasted green beens. With that, those yeast rolls you're so in love with right now. And for your pleasure a nice glass of red wine. Don't freak out. I asked the doctor and she said one glass wouldn't hurt you now that you're in the third trimester. Actually, she said it would be good for you. Red wine is good for your heart. But only one glass, doctor's orders. And apple pie for dessert."
"You are so getting a blow job later," I said, eying all my food before looking at him meaningfully. "A nice long one."
Edward laughed as he stood, going over to his own seat and pulling the dome off of his food. "You don't have to do that, love."
"But you did this all for me," I said, smiling at him innocently as I cut into my meat. The knife went through like butter. My mouth watered. I popped it into my mouth and hummed in pleasure as I drew the fork from my lips. As I looked across the table I realized that I wasn't the only one who's mouth was watering.
"I did this because I love you. Not for sexual favors," he said to me over the top of his wine glass after clearing his throat roughly. "But, if you feel the need to reward me with some hot doggy style action, I'm okay with that."
I have no idea how he kept a straight face because I burst into laughter. "Oh, is that what you want?"
Actually, it's what I wanted. There were only two positions I was having any luck getting comfortable with sexually, and that was one of them. It was also my favorite, but we had to do it when the boys were else where because I got rather loud and enthusiastic. And who wanted to answer those questions? 'Mommy, why were you yellin last night?' Nope, not me.
It didn't matter where Edward hit in that position, it was always the right spot. I couldn't keep quiet.
I suddenly wanted to rush through dinner.
"What I want is for us to have a wonderful evening alone," Edward said sweetly despite my laughter and his previously dirty comments. "I want us to hold each other and kiss. I want us to take a bath together and I want to wash your beautiful body. I want to make love to you. I want to fall asleep with a hand on your stomach so I can feel our little Esme Renee kick in the middle of the night. And then tomorrow I want to make breakfast for you before we go to pick up our kids and have lunch with our crazy ass family."
I reached over and took my husband's hand, once again fighting back tears, "Edward, that sounds like perfection."
So, some of you are probably wondering why I decided to make the boys mixed and not white like most people expect. For one, it's probably haven't been done before in a fic. Second, it's more realistic, sadly. Also, I'm adopted into a Japanese family. So, just kind of fit. Anyway, I hope it doesn't rub anyone the wrong way.
Aw, more happy fluff. My next story won't be so fluffy so I'm getting it while I can. I still plan on coming back around September 1st. So, if you want to get previews of my future story join me on twitter! I've already got most of the outline and I want to get a little ahead before I start posting!
Oh, and pardon my mistakes. I hope there weren't many. My neighbor is burning pine and I'm allergic. It's either major headache or stoner from the allergy meds. Trust me, I'm nicer on allergy meds but they make me kind of loopy.
Who wants to give all the kiddos a cuddle? Serious cuteness.