I don't own Twilight. I do however own a set of tatas that can conceal both my iPod and my cellphone. Who needs a purse when you can store 10GB in your bra?
I twisted my wedding band around my finger out of habit as I gazed down at my sleeping wife. Every time I touched my ring I felt like the luckiest bastard alive. Bella and I had gone through our share of struggles and they had shaped us into the people we are today.
I thought back to our very first case together. After Bella was rescued by Jasper, there had been a sting operation that had ended in a shootout. Seymour had been hit by several bullets and I wasn't sad to think of the pain he had endured before his death. Being shot really does hurt like a motherfucker. It was poetic justice really that one of the bullets had passed through one of his testicles.
Interpol had gained a large victory that day. They were able to capture several large players in the international slavery circuit. Between the men and women they'd captured on the island in Brazil and the subsequent raids more than two hundred women had been freed and returned home.
I knew Bella was happy to have helped, but the whole situation had taken a heavy toll on her. Internal Affairs had conducted a full investigation of the circumstances surrounding my shooting and concluded in the end that it was a clean shot. Bella still blamed herself for almost getting me killed, despite the official report that stated otherwise. We had both spent a fair amount of time in therapy, both as a couple and as individuals. We may never be fully healed from our experiences, but we were well on our way. Bella's nightmares were few and far between these days.
Bella and I had found ourselves immutably altered by that first case. I had found myself unable to commit to another long-term undercover case. Bella had tried going back to busting johns undercover again, but she'd found that her anger issues got in the way. She was politely but firmly asked to change departments when the fourth perp complained about police brutality after having his ass kicked by Bella.
We discussed our options at length before deciding to start our own private investigation agency. Over the past five years Cullen and Cullen Investigations (we didn't want to use Masen for privacy issues) had built a solid reputation as one of the best agencies in the Seattle area. We mostly handled fraud investigations and domestic infidelity cases, but we would occasionally do some legwork for Emmett's cases. We had hired Angela on as our office administrator. Angela had surprised us all by taking night school courses and getting her PI certification. She specialized in helping parents find runaway teens.
Rosalie and Emmett were doing spectacularly. They had already added a set of adorable twin girls to their family in addition to the little guy Rose had still been pregnant with when Bella and I had gotten married. I had been right; my mom and Alice did already have our wedding planned out by the time we had announced our engagement. I was still in the hospital following the shooting when I had proposed.
I smiled as I recalled the day I'd met Charlie for the first time, which was also the day I had asked for his blessing to marry his daughter.
"You're not pregnant are you?" he had asked Bella.
"No dad!" she'd protested quickly.
"Well," Charlie had said, eyeing the sling I'd been wearing to help my shoulder heal after being shot, "I guess I don't have to threaten to kill you if you hurt my little girl. She can take of herself well enough."
My parents had welcomed Bella into the family with open arms. Esme and Alice had been quick to include Bella in their Sunday morning brunch/shop-a-thon tradition. Bella had taught them self-defence in return. Watching my mother flip my father over her shoulder and pin him to the ground had been both awe-inspiring and disturbing. They had excused themselves quickly after that; running out to their car, giggling like teenagers.
I was broken out of my contemplations when Alice gently knocked on the door, peering around the corner cautiously.
"Shh! They're both asleep," I whispered.
"How is Bella feeling?" Alice asked.
"Tired and sore," I replied. "But she was a champ today."
Alice quickly made her way over to the bassinette at the foot of Bella's hospital bed. She squealed almost silently and clapped her hands quietly.
"She's so cute! Looks like she takes after Bella," Alice joked.
"Very funny Auntie Alice. Just for that you get to change the next poopy diaper. You'll need the practice," I said gesturing to her slight baby bump. "Did you know that newborn shit looks like tar? It's vile stuff. I gagged a little when I had to change her." I shuddered at the memory.
"You've already had to change a diaper? She's only three hours old," Alice pointed out.
"My little girl won't need any bran," I said, oddly proud of her early first poop. If she was so far advanced already there was no telling just how smart my baby would be.
Alice gently picked my newborn daughter up and cradled her close, cooing quietly to her. I noticed that Jasper had arrived and was looking at his wife holding a baby with a look of total contentment on his features. He and Alice would make wonderful parents.
"What's her name?" Jasper asked, stroking a finger down her soft, chubby cheek.
"Parker Rose Masen," I said proudly.
Our family was puzzled when they read Parker's birth announcement in the local paper. Bella and I just smiled at one another and refused to explain. We placed a copy in Parker's baby book:
'Roses are red;
In our joy we must hasten;
To announce the birth of our girl:
Beautiful Parker Rose Masen.'
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I have had a couple of inquiries in regards to doing a sequel. I have no current plans, but I am not opposed if the right idea comes by. I have a couple of other ideas floating through my head that will probably get written first.