|Secrets and Lies
Author: BellaScotia PM
Bella once told a lie. A lie that cost her everything she ever wanted. 10 years later she returns to her hometown to an ailing father, an angry best friend, and the man from whom she has kept a secret that threatens to unravel her existence. M AU AH OOC Rated M for language and lemons **This story is a repost. It was previously posted in its entirety in 2011/12***Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 38 - Words: 283,910 - Reviews: 712 - Favs: 496 - Follows: 288 - Updated: 02-25-13 - Published: 02-16-13 - Status: Complete - id: 9016564
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Okay, so this is the last chapter. It's a sort of last chapter-cum-epilogue.
My feet feel like two balloons. I look forlornly at them and wonder why they are not floating off into the air. My skin is stretched tightly and itches horribly, but it's too uncomfortable to lean forward to try to scratch it out.
I hear Edward's feet pounding on the patio right before he slides the doors open.
When he appears in the doorway, I twist a little as I turn to greet him.
I envy his fit, lithe body, dripping with sweat from his morning run. "I thought you were planning to have a nap?" he calls over his shoulder as he turns back to the kitchen.
I make a soft, disgruntled noise as I hear the sound of the fridge door opening and closing. He walks back into the room drinking greedily from a bottle of water. Drips fall from the sharp edge of his jaw as his Adam's apple bobs under the passage of water.
"It's too hot. I can't get comfortable," I complain.
He drains the bottle and sets it down, before using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. His body is damp as he sits down beside me, raising my feet before balancing them on his lap.
"You look tired," he says softly.
"Yeah, well lack of sleep will do that to you," I lament. "I just feel like I'm swelling up everywhere. My feet are killing me, my back hurts, I need to pee all the time. I can't believe I've got another five weeks of this."
He lifts one foot and rubs it carefully. I can't hold back the soft moan of pleasure as he massages my aching skin gently. "You know that twins are typically born early?" he says, trying to cheer me up.
I smile a little, appreciating his efforts. "Nothing's ever typical for us."
He stands up and holds his hand out to me. "Come upstairs. I'll take a quick shower and then I'll give you a massage. It'll help you relax and maybe you can grab a few hours of sleep this afternoon."
I let him pull me upright, and he practically carries me upstairs. He deposits me on the bed with a quick kiss and heads for the shower.
I roll onto my side and stare at the clock. It's barely noon but it might as well be midnight for me. The exhaustion of late pregnancy has set in, and sleep has been evading me for the last couple of weeks. I rub my hand over my tight abdomen and smile at the irony that the babies seem to be calmest during the day.
After less than fifteen minutes, Edward comes back into the room. His skin is still slightly damp and a single rivulet of water trickles down his abs and is absorbed by the towel knotted loosely around his waist.
He looks at me affectionately while he switches on the ceiling fan. Within seconds a cool whisper of air breezes over me, and I smile in gratitude as the mattress dips beneath his weight. He doesn't stretch himself out beside me, choosing to resume his foot massage instead.
His fingers feel like magic as they gently caress my swollen flesh. With light pressure he rubs his palms over my ankle and up towards my calf, forcing the collected fluid upwards. I sigh, feeling relief as the blood starts to circulate more freely through my veins.
"That feels wonderful," I murmur, letting my eyes drift closed.
He works on both legs until I'm practically embedded in the mattress. He smooths warming circles up my thighs, and when he brushes the hem of my sleep shorts I feel the first buzz of arousal. My eyes open, and I look up into his intent face.
"Still good?" he asks, smiling at me.
"Mhmm," I respond, seeing the moment he detects what's on my mind. I see it right in the tiny flicker of his lids and the slight dilation of his pupils.
One thing I've discovered in the last few weeks is that orgasms are the perfect relaxant.
The mattress shifts beneath me when he rises to his knees between mine. His hands slide up my thighs and grip the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down.
Throwing the shorts on the floor, he settles down between my thighs and I groan when I look down and find my view of him blocked by the rising white moon of my belly.
The warm pressure of his lips on my inner thigh soon quells any disappointment I'm feeling and not being able to watch – at least I can still feel him.
His fingers probe gently, sliding over my lips, parting them to ready them for his mouth. At first my whole body tenses with the intense pleasure of his first slow lick, but soon I relax and melt back into the mattress again.
My eyes roll back in pleasure when his warm mouth closes over me. My fingers clutch at the edge of the comforter he pulled back, and my knees sag wider as welcome waves of pleasure roll through me, obliterating every last vestige of tension. Within minutes my orgasm bursts to life and my hips rise off the bed as I convulse under his wonderful touch.
He encourages me onto my side, and I'm barely aware of him pulling the comforter over my legs before he kisses my neck and sleep claims me.
The smell of coffee wakes me. I blink a few times as I slowly wake and see Edward, now fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"How long have I been asleep?" I ask, scooting up with all the grace of a hippo rolling in a mud bath.
"A few hours. I brought you some coffee," he says, pointing to the nightstand. "I'm just about to leave to pick Jacob up, so I thought you might want to get dressed before he comes home."
I glance down at the comforter that has slipped to my ankles and realise that I'm still naked from the waist down. "Oh... I fell asleep on you," I say guiltily.
He leans forward and kisses me. "That was the whole point, baby. And besides, I had another shower," he adds with a sexy wink.
I reach out to grab the comforter when he stills my hand and draws it up around my waist for me.
I rub my hand along his forearm. "I can't wait till we can get back to normal," I tell him.
His laugh sounds affectionate. "I don't think we'll ever know normal again once we have three kids running around."
"Three kids," I parrot. "God, it seems stupid but I hadn't really thought of that." I look at him, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden realisation that we will soon be a family of five. "We'll never make love again!"
He looms over me and rubs his nose down the length of mine before kissing my lips lightly. "Yes we will. We have locks on the doors and your mother lives a stone's throw away. I'm sure we'll find the time," he says, wearing a smirk evidently amused by my panic.
I let my fingers trail across his stubbled jaw before he sits up again. "I have to go get Jacob," he says.
After he leaves, I sip my coffee and marvel at how the enormity of the change we are about to experience is only just hitting me. I was surprised when we discovered I was having twins, but I got caught up in Edward's sheer delight at the news. He revealed that he'd secretly wanted more than one more child, and since I'm going back to college next year we don't have to factor in another pregnancy.
As much as I think he means it, there's still a part of me that thinks he would fill the house up with ten kids if he could.
Feeling refreshed after my coffee and shower, I head downstairs to find Edward and Jacob already home. Jacob is sitting at the kitchen table scowling at his math book, while Edward is making sandwiches at the counter.
"Want one?" Edward asks, pulling more bread out of the packet.
"Yes please," I say, coming up behind him. "I'm starving."
"Do you feel better now?" he asks, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he presses his lips to mine.
"Hello? I'm right here," Jacob grumbles.
I sit down beside him. "You know a lot of kids would be happy to see their parents so in love," I tease, nudging his elbow.
"You don't have to be so monstrous about it all the time," he says.
"Monstrous?" Edward laughs loudly.
"I think you mean demonstrative," I say, ruffling Jacob's hair, which earns me a full-on pout. "Do you need help with your homework?" I ask, ignoring his mood. He hates when we make him do his homework before he gets to go out to the beach with his friends.
"I think I've got it," he says, lifting his pencil and getting back to work.
Within the next two weeks my nesting instinct kicks in, and with renewed energy I can't seem to stop myself from cleaning like my life depends on it. It's not enough to just clean things. Every closet gets attacked too. All the drawers get reorganized and every day I seem to amass a large collection of black refuse sacks ready for Edward to either dispose of or take to Goodwill.
I am irritable all the time, and Edward and Jacob have taken to tiptoeing around me, in fear that my irritation will be turned on them. I start to imagine that when I finally go into labour their reaction will be sheer relief.
However, when Edward finds me bent over the back of the sofa breathing deeply, he most certainly does not look relieved. He rushes to my side. "What's wrong?" he asks, rubbing between my shoulder blades.
"I think this is it," I say, when the latest round of pain subsides. I look up into his eyes and they are so wide the whites of his eyes are forming a perfect ring of white around his bright green irises. "It's not like you didn't know this was going to happen," I say, managing to inject a little humour into my voice.
"How long have you been experiencing pain?" he asks, sliding his hand down my arm to capture my hand in his. He leads me around the sofa and sits down beside me.
"Since this morning," I confess.
"And you didn't think to mention it?" he gasps.
I grip his hand in mine. "I just wanted to be sure,"
His jaw relaxes a little. "And you're sure now?"
"Yes," I nod. "But the contractions are still a good ten minutes apart. I don't think we need to rush to the hospital yet."
He stands up. "I'll call your mom and ask her to collect Jacob from school." He looks down at me, and I catch a tiny trace of worry etched into the crease of his brow. "And then we are going to the hospital."
I can hear Renee's excited chatter from the living room and then Edward comes into the room holding out the phone.
"Do you want me to come with you, baby?" she shrieks down the line, making me wince and pull the phone away from my ear. "Phil's already home – he can go get Jacob later."
"No, Mom," I say. "We already talked about this–"
"I know, I know. You just want it to be you and Edward," she says, sounding only marginally calmer. "I had to ask."
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"Hey, don't be like that. I understand, I know what this means to you both." There's a short pause and then she's back to level ten excitement again. "I'll bring Jacob down to the hospital, so that he can see the babies as soon as possible."
"You don't have to do that, it could be hours."
"Do you think he'll let me keep him here?" she asks with a snort.
"Okay, but if it gets late you have to bring him home."
"I'm excited, Bella, not stupid."
"I need to go, Mom," I say, feeling the tightening of oncoming pain.
"Right... okay... well, make sure Edward calls us to keep us informed... I'm so excited, baby."
I blindly hold the phone out and feel Edward's fingers take it from me. When the pain subsides I open my eyes to find him crouched in front of me, concern shining in his eyes.
"This is it, sweetheart," he whispers, skimming his hands over my abdomen. "If I could do this for you, I would."
I cup his cheek in my hand, and he turns his lips to my palm. "Let's go."
As soon as we arrive at the maternity unit, we are ushered into an examination room. Edward sticks to my side like glue, helping me out of my clothes and into the hospital gown, constantly offering reassurances that everything will be alright. The thick emotion in his words reveals that it's not just me he's trying to reassure.
He helps me up onto the bed just in time for the doctor to come and examine me.
"Well, Mrs. Masen," he says, looking down at the notes in his hand as he breezes into the room. "Seems like we have a couple of early arrivals here."
He lays the folder containing my notes at my feet and greets Edward before turning his attention to me.
He smiles at me and performs a strange flex of his eyebrows which causes his glasses to fall from the top of his head neatly onto his nose. While he straps a monitor to my belly, he asks me how long between contractions, whether I've eaten anything today, and general questions about my well-being. Edward exhales audibly when Dr. Bradbury switches on the monitor and the sound of two strong heartbeats fills the air.
Dr. Bradbury grabs the stirrups that are attached to the side of the bed and angles them towards me. "Let's get you into these," he says, helping me balance my calves on them.
I watch as he snaps on a pair of latex gloves and squirts a small amount of lubricant over his fingers before they disappear beneath the gown. He pauses. "When was your last contraction?"
"A few minutes ago," I respond.
"Good. It wouldn't do to be in the middle of this when the next one comes. It can be quite painful. Okay, deep breath, and try to relax," he instructs.
I drop my head back onto the pillow, and Edward smoothes his fingers through my hair. I notice that he is watching the monitor keenly, and there is a faint sheen of sweet forming on his brow.
"Deep breath and relax," I whisper to him, and his eyes drop to mine. He smiles apologetically.
"Did you pass the mucus plug?" the doctor asks, breaking into our quiet moment. I tell him I think so. "But your waters haven't broken," he says, sounding like he's talking to himself.
He stands abruptly and pulls the gloves off, dropping them into a nearby trash container. "Well, things are moving along swiftly," he says, smiling at me. "You're already seven centimetres dilated."
"Already?" I gasp.
He nods. "Yes. I think it's best to break your waters manually, and that should help keep things moving along. We'll get you along to the delivery suite now." He starts to scribble notes into the folder. "What did you decide for pain relief?"
I think back to when I had Jacob, and it seemed to take forever to get to this stage. "We had discussed an epidural," I say. "But if it would slow things down, then I'd rather not."
He finishes writing and pushes his glasses back up onto the top of his head. "I think that's very wise. We'll start you off with a shot and then we can review it if we need to."
I lift my legs out of the stirrups while he reads the printout from the monitors. "Everything's looking good," he says. "I think these two are in a hurry to get here."
My belly tightens with the force of another contraction, and I reach for Edward's hand as I pant through it.
Dr. Bradbury scans the monitor again. "Someone will be along to take you to the delivery suite in a little while."
After he leaves Edward rounds the bed and starts reading the printout that is still spewing out of the monitor. His jaw flexes a little as his eyes dart back and forth over the page.
"Edward," I say, and he turns to look at me. "Stop being a doctor. It's fine."
He's at my side instantly, cradling my face in his hands. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to ruin this for you... I'm just... I'm a little scared," he admits.
"I knew you would be," I murmur, pulling him close. "It'll be okay, we'll do this together."
We're still locked in our embrace when a couple of nurses come in to take me to the delivery suite.
Being transferred onto a gurney, wheeled down a hallway and moved back onto a bed whilst experiencing extreme pain is not the most enjoyable experience. Thankfully as soon as I'm settled the doctor checks the monitors before administering a shot to help with the pain.
My head spins, and Edward's image swims a little as I sag back onto the pillow. A massive bubble of laughter surges up from my chest, but dies in my throat as yet another contraction rips through me – the strongest one so far, which is not a good sign since they've told me as soon as the waters are broken they will become even stronger.
A waterproof mat is slipped underneath me, and the midwife uses a scary-looking implement to break my waters. Even through the pain and the drug induced haze, I still feel the heat of my blush when the warm water gushes between my thighs.
I feel Edward's lips near my ear, as his fingers trace lazy circles on my scalp. "You're doing great, baby."
Feeling woozy, I reach my hand up and hold his face. "I'm so glad you're here." Images from last time start to play in my mind. "I'm so sorry... I never meant to hurt you... I need..." My words trail off when I forget what I was about to say and lay back against the pillows.
Just like they warned, the contractions intensify in both strength and speed until I'm grunting and crying and begging for them to make it stop. By now Dr. Bradbury is back; the room seems to be full of too many people.
"I don't want to do this!" I yell, clutching at Edward who is saying words that I can barely hear.
The doctor's face looms over me, distracting me. "Bella," he calls several times. "Look at me, Bella."
I manage to drag my eyes away from Edward's concerned gaze and focus on what the doctor is saying.
"You're in transition," he says slowly. "You're just feeling a little bit panicky, but you'll be ready to push soon. Okay?"
"I'm thirsty," I say, not really able to focus on his words.
Edward has pulled his chair so close to the bed he's practically on top of it with me. He reaches over to pluck an ice cube from the small cup that has magically appeared beside me. He presses it to my lips.
I suck greedily on it but then clamp my mouth shut as another wave of pain crashes over me. Edward takes the full brunt of my strength as my hands closes viselike around his... I think my nails are digging into his palms, but all he does is offers me words of encouragement.
There's a small lull. I smile at Edward and – still foggy from the pain relief – start to tell him how much I love him. I beg him to kiss me and am aware of one of the nurses telling him to count himself lucky. When he questions her she remarks that some wives spend the time cussing out their husbands.
Of course they don't know how much this means to us. This time we're together, this time it's how it should be.
His lips are on my temple when I'm hit with the overwhelming urge to push. I try to move upwards and Edward stands abruptly, hooking his hands underneath me to support me while I bear down with a strength that is purely instinctual.
White flashes appear before my eyes from the exertion while the sharp sting between my eyes reminds me of the pain of crowning. I feel the gentle shake on my thigh and manage to compose myself enough to listen to the doctor again.
"Bella, I need you to pant through the next one," he is saying. "Don't push till I tell you to."
My head lolls backwards to meet Edward's emotional gaze. "You should be down there," I say, my words slurring slightly with exhaustion. "Watch them be born," I urge.
He props me against the pillows, and keeping my hands firmly clasped in his moves slightly lower.
"I need to push!" I gasp, trying to pant but the urge is too strong. I keep my eyes focussed on the doctor and feel his fingers on me.
He looks up. "Okay, push."
My eyes swing to Edward, and I watch his face morph from concern to wonder as the sting of the head crowning burns through me. The doctor encourages me to keep going and I feel like I have no breath left in my body as I do what he tells me.
Sweat trickles down my neck and between my breasts and my whole body is shaking with the effort. At last the stretching stops, and I stop pushing. Suddenly it is very crowded at the foot of the bed as two nurses and the doctor are preparing for the first delivery.
"The head's out," Edward says, his voice rising above everyone else's. His fear is palpable now and even though he's trying to hide it, it's written all over him. In the tight set of his jaw, the way his eyes are fixed, the twitch in his temple.
The next push is short, and I feel the body slither out of me like a wet fish.
"It's a boy!" Edward declares, leaping to his feet. His whole face lights up at the sound of the baby's tiny whimper. "He's okay!" he cries.
I try to crane my neck to see what's going on, but I can't see much of anything because there are too many people and my stomach is in the way. Edward drags his eyes away from the baby long enough to turn his attention to me.
He comes closer and kisses my temple. "He's perfect; he's absolutely perfect."
"I want to see him," I beg.
He wipes the sweat from my brow. "They need to make sure the other one doesn't turn into a difficult position, they'll hold him there for now."
I feel a bolt of pain while the doctor examines me and then he tells me to push when I'm ready.
The second baby is born with two mighty pushes, and this time there is no doubt that everything is okay because she starts bawling the place down as soon as she's out. My heart soars at the sound.
There is a flurry of activity from the nurses and doctor, and I watch as they turn and take the babies to the side of the room to check them over. After pains grip my stomach, and I cling to Edward while we watch anxiously as the nurses and doctor check our babies.
"You did it," Edward whispers, leaning down to kiss me. "You're amazing."
At last the babies are wrapped in blankets and brought to us. I laugh through my tears as our daughter screams angrily and appears to be annoyed at being born.
A smiling nurse congratulates me as she places my newborn son into my outstretched arms. Relief rushes through me as he snuffles and screws up his tiny face. "He looks just like Jacob," I whisper, pressing my lips to his damp, downy hair. "Hey, little man," I croon, feeling the first rush of love when I inhale the unique scent of him.
Edward sits down on the bed beside me and accepts our daughter into his eager embrace. "Everything's okay," he croons to her, stroking her cheek gently with his finger. She stops crying for a few seconds but then instantly starts wailing again.
Edward laughs with tears in his eyes when our son's bottom lip pouts before he opens his mouth and lets out a pitiful cry.
I look up at Edward and he kisses my lips. "They're perfect... you're perfect."
Edward kisses every inch of my face, his tears mingling with mine. "This is the best moment of my life," he whispers between kisses.
"I'm so happy," I say.
"I love you," he tells me over and over, before he stoops to kiss our daughter to tell her he loves her too. I lift our boy up towards him, and he plants soft kisses all over his cheeks and starts saying it all over again.
The nurses finish up; I'm given a new gown, and a blanket is thrown over my legs.
"Is Jacob here?" I ask.
"I called your mom when they were bringing you in here," he says, looking up at the clock. "But that was a few hours ago."
I look at the time and see that it's still early enough for them to still be here. "Go find them," I urge.
I stare down at my babies after he's gone. They both look so much like Jacob did when he was born, and my heart swells with so much love that it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
I hear Jacob's voice before the door is even opened. He rushes forward, and his eyes go wide as saucers when he looks down at his brother and sister.
"They're so tiny!" he gasps.
Renee comes hurrying into the room behind him and instantly wraps her arms around me, being careful not to crush the babies. She stares down at them. "They're so beautiful... and they look just like Jacob did."
I look up at Edward. "That's some pretty strong genes you have there. You'd think out of three children it wouldn't have been too much to ask that one of them would look like me."
He smiles broadly. "We could keep trying till we get one that looks like you," he teases.
Jacob jerks his head around. "Really?"
"NO!" I say vehemently.
"Can I have a cuddle?" Renee asks, gesturing at the babies. I lean forward, and she scoops my girl into her arms.
"Which one's the boy?" Jacob asks.
"This one," I say. "Do you want to hold him?"
Jacob shakes his head, looking terrified by the mere thought. "You remember that you said if you had a boy I could name him, right?"
Edward and I discussed this when Jacob asked. Given that his Harry Potter fixation is still in full flight, we are fairly certain that he'll want to call the baby Harry, and neither of us has an aversion to it.
"As long as it's not a ridiculous name," I say, glancing at Edward who winks at me.
"I want us to call him Harry," he announces, and it takes all our effort to look surprised. "Can we?" He claps his hands together with glee when I nod. An action which makes little Harry jump and start to cry a little. "Sorry," Jacob whispers, leaning forward. "Your new name is Harry Potter Masen."
I try hard not to laugh. "No Potter," I say. "I think we'll give him his dad's name. Harry Edward Masen."
Edward beams at me. "And what about the little lady, are we agreed on Beth?"
When we talked about names we agreed on Beth for a girl, but if we had two girls we were still undecided on another name.
Renee looks down at her and smiles. "Beth's a lovely name for a lovely girl."
"Elizabeth was my mother's name," Edward explains. "And we'd like to give her your name too... so she'll be Beth Renee Masen."
Proud tears fill Renee's eyes as she kisses Edward's cheek and then my forehead. "You picked lovely names."
Renee takes Jacob home a little while later when the exhaustion sets in, but Edward explains that he wants to stay a little while longer. I manage to sleep for a little while after they move me to a room, and Edward is still here when I wake up to the sound of the babies crying. I feel a sting in my breasts and realise that my milk is letting down.
Edward sits by my side holding Harry, while I nurse Beth. He watches raptly as she latches on and sucks greedily.
"You're amazing," he says, repeating what he's told me a million times already today.
Later a nurse comes in and checks my blood pressure and temperature, before giving the babies a once over and leaving us alone again.
"I should go," Edward says ruefully. "Jacob is staying with your mom, but I've got to go home sometime."
He leans into the cribs and kisses both heads before coming to kiss me goodbye. "I can't wait to bring the three of you home," he says.
"Make sure you enjoy the peace and quiet tonight, because it's the last you're going to get for a while," I say with a yawn.
"I'll help blow the candles out!" Jacob yells above the last strains of "Happy Birthday".
Harry and Beth are staring wide-eyed at the candles flickering on their cake. Harry giggles when Jacob leans forward and tries to encourage him to blow. He slaps his chubby hand against Jacob's mouth, making Jacob back away to try again.
In the end it's Jacob who blows out the candles, and Beth bursts out crying when everyone starts to cheer.
Edward immediately lifts her up into his arms and presses his lips against her cheek. She curls into him and buries her face into his neck.
"She's got him wrapped around her little finger," Alice says, coming up beside me.
"She's got them all wrapped around her finger," I say. "You'd never know that she can walk too because she just points at everything and little Harry goes and gets it for her." I look affectionately at Jacob as he scoops a piece of frosting off the cake and feeds it to Harry. "And Jacob's no better, he runs around after both of them."
"Let's cut this cake before these two eat it all," Renee says, lifting the cake and taking it into the kitchen.
Esme lifts Harry up into her arms and follows Renee.
I look around our living room at the happy smiling faces and feel that now familiar bubble of happiness in my chest. Just like our wedding, we managed to get the people we care about most to come and celebrate the twins' birthday with us.
The only tiny blot is that Charlie isn't here. I still miss him every day and wish that he could've met his two other grandchildren. Next month when we return to Forks for Mike's wedding, I'll be taking the twins to meet Sue and Leah, but I wish more than ever I was taking them to see Charlie.
"Penny for them?"
I start at the sound of Rosalie's voice. "Oh, I was just thinking about my dad," I say sadly. "I wish he was here." I turn to face her. "But I'm glad all of you could come, I really love having you here."
She nods. "I wish you lived closer. I can't believe how much the twins have grown since we last saw them... and don't get me started on Jacob. He's so tall now."
I laugh. "I know. I feel like I have to buy him new clothes every other month. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was sleeping in compost every night."
"Did you tell her yet?" Alice asks, speaking to Rosalie when she joins us.
I look at Rosalie expectantly, not daring to hope that she'll have some wonderful news to share.
"Don't look at me like that," she says with a faint smile. "We're not pregnant yet. I'm having my first IVF session next week... so it's a bit early to start celebrating."
I pull her into my arms. "That's great news."
"Yeah, well I hope it works... it's not cheap."
Alice smiles at me over Rosalie's shoulder and raises her glass of juice. "Well here's hoping you and Emmett will be adding to our family soon. I really like being an aunt."
Just then Emmett grabs Jacob around the waist and hoists him up into the air. "How'd you get to be so big?" he asks, while Jacob tries in vain to wriggle out of his grasp. "Let's go to the beach."
"He'll be a great dad," I say, watching them leave.
At night, when the moon is high and everyone has gone to sleep, Edward and I lie awake in bed.
He turns towards me and skims his hand over my collarbone while kissing me softly but insistently. "I love you," he whispers.
I recognise the timbre of his voice instantly. "We can't," I whisper back, drawing back and looking at his face which is bathed in moonlight. "The house is full of your family."
"Our family," he reminds me. "And we'll be quiet."
His lips find mine again, and he kisses me so fiercely that I can't hold back the groan that it causes.
"Shh!" he admonishes, nuzzling my neck.
The giggle dies in my throat when he slides his hands into my shorts and starts to work them down. "Let me make love to you, baby," he whispers. "I need you."
I smile at him. "You seem to need me all the time," I joke.
He circles his hips as he presses into me and our stifled sighs mingle in the quietness of the night. "Yes," he agrees. "And I always will."
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