Disclaimer: Not mine…just playing with SM's characters…this ex-Baseballward is all mine though :-)

A/N: All right...here it is, the outtake that I wrote for the Fandom For Tsunami fundraiser. Last I checked, the amount donated was like, $70,000! If you donated, THANK YOU for donating to such a great cause. So, here is a little more of this ex-Baseballward who became Daddyward. Hope you all enjoy it!

Special thanks to eternally_addicted for being my beta.

Our Big Surprise – A "Whatever It Takes" Outtake


October 3rd, 2015

"Bella…oh, God…Bella…"

I was barely able to keep myself from crushing her as I buried my face against her neck. Bella's fingertips were light as they stroked up and down my back, and she sighed contently. Placing a kiss on her neck, I pushed myself up and rolled to the side, still breathing heavily. Bella followed and placed her chin on my chest.

"You're not getting out of shape on me are you?"

I scowled at Bella as she giggled and placed a kiss over the spot where my heart was beating rapidly. I was only 31 years old…I refused to believe that was old. Plus we had two young children running around, and I couldn't afford to be out of shape with those two. I looked down and arched a brow at Bella.

"Did it seem like I was out of shape to you just now?"

Bella just smiled and rubbed her hand down my stomach.

"You always leave me breathless, baby."

"Yeah…well, you do the same to me, love," I chuckled.

Bella laughed as she rolled away and climbed out of the bed. While she strolled naked to the bathroom, I took the time to admire the curves of my beautiful wife. My wife. Five years ago tomorrow, she became Mrs. Isabella Cullen, and proceeded to give me more than I could've ever dreamed of. I stretched as I heard the water in the bathtub turn on. What husband would dare turn down a bath with his gorgeous wife? Especially when their two kids were technically in another country.

For our fifth anniversary, I decided to splurge a little bit and spoil Bella. I had promised her we would come back to spend another weekend in Vancouver, and I kept that promise. We were heading back to Forks tomorrow, and my parents were currently watching our two kids, Lizzie and Anthony. I smiled as I walked towards the bathroom. Our little girl, Lizzie, was four years old now and one of the most inquisitive children I have ever met. She asked what was in Vancouver and when her Grandpa Carlisle jokingly said, "Moose", she latched onto that idea. She asked that Bella and I bring her back a moose. I glanced at the large stuffed animal moose sitting in the chair near the wall. It had a shirt on it that said, "Vancouver, Canada." Bella wasn't quite so pleased with the size of the animal, but I knew my little princess would like it. We got Anthony one too so he wouldn't feel left out.

My little man…he was 17 months old now. He sort of did a little wobble run thing that kept Bella and I on our toes. I was a little disappointed that his first word had been, "Mama" as well. I was hoping my son's first word would be, "Dada", unlike his sister, but alas, it was not to be. He did say, "Da" now, so that was at least something. As I walked into the bathroom, I was greeted with a welcome sight.

"Well, come on. Don't keep me waiting."

I grinned and quickly slipped behind Bella. The warm water felt wonderful and I sighed, wrapping my arms around Bella's waist. I inhaled deeply, letting the strawberry smell of her hair wrap around me. I loved that after all these years, she still used the same strawberry shampoo. Slowly, I kissed my way down the side of her face, Bella sighing as I did so.

"Happy Anniversary, Bella," I murmured against her skin.

When I finally met her lips, Bella's were just as eager as mine. I moaned as I felt her small hand reaching behind her and beginning to stroke me. My libido might have slowed down a little…but it certainly wasn't dead and I began to react immediately.

"Baby," I whispered, pulling back.

"I plan to make the most out of our weekend alone," Bella whispered back, giving me a squeeze.

"Oh, God…me too, baby. Me too."

November 6th, 2015

"Hi, Mom. Can I call you back? I'm a little busy right now," I sighed, my other hand tugging on my hair roughly.

I was in the middle of trying to take care of P.E. grades for all ninth through twelfth graders, as well as schedule several games for several sports that were in season at the moment. When I took the job from Coach Clapp, I didn't think there would be so much work required of me as both the P.E. teacher and athletic director.

"Edward," My mom replied, "I…I think you should come home."

I let go of my hair and sat up in my chair immediately. "Why? What's wrong? Did something happen to Bella? Anthony?"

Lizzie was at pre-school, so I knew it was unlikely my mom was calling about her. Whenever there was an emergency at the pre-school they would just call me since I was so close by. And by emergency I meant it was usually Lizzie's tummy was hurting or she was crying for her Daddy. Thank goodness it hadn't been anything worse. I hoped it never would be.

"It's Bella," My mom said slowly. My heart clenched in my chest.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, scared of the answer.

"I…I'm not sure."

My eyes widened. How could she not be sure?

"Mom…" I started, irritation and a bit of anger beginning to creep up in my voice.

"Edward, she's been crying non-stop since I arrived here. I haven't been able to get her to tell me what's wrong. I was just coming to drop something off for work and found her upstairs in your bathroom crying. Anthony is okay, he's taking his nap, but I think you need to come home."

"I'll be right there."

I hung up quickly and used my office phone to call the front desk. When I glanced at the clock, I saw that it wasn't even 11 o'clock yet. I cursed right before Ms. Cope picked up the line. I would need to take a personal day and get a sub. Citing a family emergency, Ms. Cope said she would take care of it, and I was off like a bat out of hell, speeding towards our home. I just hoped Charlie wouldn't catch me.

Screeching to a halt in front of our house, I didn't bother with the garage. My mother met me as I came bursting through the front door.

"Where is she?" I panted.

"She's still in your bathroom. But, Edwar-"

I didn't even listen to the rest of what my mother had to say as I took off up the stairs. As I passed the second level, I cursed the fact that Bella had designed us a house with so many stairs, but I kept running. My mother had checked on my son, so I would worry about him once I figured out what was going on with Bella. When I ran into our master bedroom, I was panting and sweating. Bella came rushing out of the bathroom, having heard my footsteps.

"Edward?" She asked, completely shocked and tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Baby," I panted, "What's…the…matter?"

Apparently that was the wrong question to ask. Bella burst into tears and fell to her knees. I quickly jumped forward and scooped her up into my arms, carrying her to the bed. Moving so I was sitting against the headboard, I held Bella in my lap as I tried to comfort her. I was completely baffled by her tears, and began glancing around our bedroom looking for clues. I couldn't help but think back to the very beginning of our relationship, and our time in Phoenix as I held Bella in a similar fashion after a panic attack. It was so many years ago, yet the memories still crept up now and then. Eventually her sobs began to slow to sniffles and I placed a kiss on the top of her head, deciding to try again.

"Talk to me, love. What's going on?"

"Oh, Edward…" Bella sniffled, "I don't know how it happened."

My brows furrowed. "How what happened?"

"Edward…I…I know we didn't talk about it, but I…oh, God I'm scared."

"Scared? Bella, love, you're beginning to scare me. You can tell me. What is it? Is it Lizzie? Anthony?"

Bella shook her head and whispered, "no", so softly I barely heard her.

"I'm pregnant."

I felt my body freeze, just like the last time I heard those words. She's pregnant. I swallowed heavily. She was right…how did this happen? She was back on the pill, and really, other than our anniversary, we hadn't really had the time to be intimate with each other. Anthony was having trouble sleeping through the night, and it was my first year working at the high school and I was always exhausted when I came home, barely having time to eat dinner and play with the kids before it was time to get them ready for bed.

"You're pregnant?" I whispered.

The panic started to creep up as I whispered the words. We hadn't talked about having another child. All we had decided on was that we didn't want Lizzie to be an only child. We had Anthony a year and a half ago, and the topic of more children hadn't come up again. I swallowed heavily. Anthony was still pretty young too. He wasn't even two years old yet. I tried to do the math in my head. If I was right, he would barely be two years old by the time his little brother or sister was born. If they're born. I shook my head quickly. No…Bella would never do that. A baby? My breathing began to pick up slightly. We had just gotten settled into my new work routine, and were still trying to get Anthony used to a solid sleeping schedule. Another baby?

"Are you…are you mad?" Bella asked quietly. "I know we haven't talked about having another child, but Edward…I…I can't…I…"

Hearing Bella's doubt and scared, timid voice snapped me out of my thoughts. This was definitely a surprise and maybe not the best timing, but it wasn't a bad thing, and nothing I could really be mad about.

"I know," I said, pressing a kiss to her head. "I'm not mad, Bella. Not mad at all."

Bella pulled back to look at me. I brought my hands up and let my thumbs brush away her tears.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really, love. Another baby is a surprise, but I'm happy," I paused and took a deep breath. "Are you…happy?"

Bella nodded slowly. "I definitely wasn't expecting this. I guess I've just been so busy with Anthony and work and everything…I…I must've forgotten a pill or two somewhere along the way."

I sighed softly and leaned in, giving Bella a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lizzie was a surprise too, and look how blessed we are with her. I think this baby will be a blessing too," I couldn't help but let a grin spread across my face. "Baby Cullen the Third."

Bella chuckled and smacked my chest softly. "You're really not going to refer to the baby as that are you?"

I grinned. "I don't know, Bella. Are you going to let us find out what we're having this time?"

"If it'll keep you from calling our baby, 'Baby Cullen the Third', then yes."

I pulled Bella back to my chest and hugged her tightly. "We're going to have another baby."

"We're going to have another baby," Bella murmured, before placing a kiss on my neck.

We were both quiet for a few minutes before I spoke again.

"I guess the hormones started early this time."

"Shut up!" Bella huffed, pushing away from me and punching me in the chest. Her hormones had gone haywire with both Lizzie and Anthony's pregnancies. I didn't expect anything less from this one. Bella pushed herself off my lap and sat on the bed instead. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing up.

"Come on, love. Let's go check on Anthony."

"Oh my God!" Bella shouted, "Is he okay? Oh my God, I'm a terrible mother! I…Oh, Edward! How could I forget he was napping?"

"Bella, Bella…" I said, smoothing my hands down her arms, "My mother is here. She called me and asked me to come home. She's said Anthony is fine and still napping."

Bella groaned. "Oh my God…your mother. Edward, I feel terrible for making her worry."

"Don't worry, Bella. We're about to make her year."

December 4th, 2015

"Edward? What are you doing here?"

I sighed and rubbed my face. Clearly, my mother hadn't told my father yet. My mom came down the stairs behind my father and was shrugging on her jacket just as I was about to open my mouth. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, but then smacked my shoulder.

"Edward Cullen, I love you, but I can't believe you missed Bella's appointment today!"

I just nodded, "I know, Mom."

My mother sighed and pat my cheek. "Those hormones are killer. It'll be okay, Edward. Let me calm her down and I'll call you."


When my mother left, my father walked with me into the living room. Slumping down on the sofa, I rubbed my face with both of my palms. Sure we joked about her hormones all the time, but I really felt like Bella wasn't going to forgive me for this one. After school I was supposed to go meet Bella at Dr. Winchester's office for her ten-week check up. Instead, some punk senior who was demanding to know why he was receiving an F in P.E held me up. It wasn't my fault the kid didn't participate or dress in his uniform. By the time I remembered where I was supposed to be, I was cursing the damn student and speeding to the hospital. Needless to say I missed the appointment. I had never missed an appointment. The only one I wasn't at was the one where Bella first found out she was pregnant with Lizzie and I was on the road playing in the play offs against New York.

My phone had a delightful text and voicemail from my wife telling me to not bother coming home. I had really blown it today. In her voicemail, not only did Bella yell at me for missing the appointment, but she also informed me that I missed hearing our baby's heartbeat for the first time, and then went on to berate me for not being there, when I promised her that I would be at her side the whole time through this pregnancy. Lizzie's pregnancy had been so…easy compared to this one and Anthony's. I always thought it would be the first pregnancy that would be the toughest. The third was proving that to be very wrong right now.

As he sat next to me, my father said nothing, and waited for me to get my thoughts into order. When Bella refused to answer any of my calls, I called my mother, hoping she could talk to Bella. I knew if I went home I would only make it worse.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Dad," I sighed.

"You missed her first doctor's appointment?"

I nodded.

"And she kicked you out of the house?"

I nodded again. We were silent for a few minutes. All I could think about was the fact that I had let Bella and our baby down. That and I had missed my favorite part about this journey: hearing our baby's heartbeat for the first time. I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes, the frustration and anger just building at that spot between my eyes.

"Edward, this is your third child."

My head snapped to look at my father. "What's your point?"

"Don't take that tone with me, Edward Anthony. You're thirty-one years old now, man up."

"Sorry," I mumbled. So maybe my words had come out harsher than I intended, but what was his point of highlighting the fact that this was my third child? Was that supposed to mean something that I was missing? And did my father really just tell me to man up?

"Edward, what I mean is that this is your third child. You know how difficult these nine months are for Bella. You know how much time, how much importance is put on all the doctor's appointments, the classes…you know how important Bella's work is, as well as spending time with Lizzie and Anthony. You know she's going to be tired, and sick, and good lord, hormonal, but you also know that this is a partnership. I don't have to remind you about that. What I don't think you realized, is how much work you would have on your plate when you took this new job."

"So what are you saying?"

"Son," My father smiled at me, "you need to delegate. Schedule your time. You were so good at it when Bella was pregnant with Anthony and you were trying to balance all of your schoolwork at the same time. Just because you have more responsibilities now, doesn't mean you can't organize your time."

I sighed and buried my hands in my hair. "Do you…do you think I should talk to the school about hiring a P.E. teacher?"

"If you think that would help," My father shrugged.

I bit my tongue to keep from snapping at my father and acting like a petulant teenager. I was an adult now, man of my house…I had to make these kinds of decisions for myself and for my family.

"I'll talk to the administrators tomorrow. It's in the budget…I can hire another athletic director and P.E. teacher."

My father smiled. "Sounds like a plan, son."

Just then my cell phone rang. The familiar ringtone made me sigh in relief and a small smile spread across my face. Every time I saw that name on the screen, my day always seemed to get better…even if she forbid me from coming home the last time she called.

"Hi, Bella."

"Come home, Edward," She said quietly.

"I'm on my way," I said, standing up, "I'm sorry, Bella. Really sorry."

"I know," she sighed, "We'll talk more when you get home. Plus there are two people here who really can't wait to see their Daddy."

"See you in a bit, baby. I love you."

"Love you too."

January 29th, 2016


The car door slammed in my face before I could even finish my sentence. It was the first sentence I even attempted to speak since we left the hospital. I could tell that Bella was in a mood, but I wasn't sure about why. She didn't say one damn word the entire ride home. We had another appointment with Dr. Winchester today, and Bella was 18 weeks along and well into her second trimester. The morning sickness was over and that certainly made our days easier.

The holidays passed with little problem and lots of joy. We got together with everyone in Forks. Emmett and Rosalie brought their son, Nicholas, and we also celebrated the first birthdays of Alice and Jasper's twin daughters, Ashley and Jackie. There were babies everywhere and I had to admit, it was great to just kick back and relax with our friends and family. Plus, I didn't really have to worry about work. I hired a new P.E. teacher and an assistant athletic director. I still had things to do over the break, but much of my time was spent with Bella and playing with Lizzie and Anthony. Not to say that I didn't play with Bella either. We definitely shared special and private Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year's Eve celebrations. The days after before I had to go back to school and work were full of family time and telling Lizzie about her new brother or sister. Bella's bump was nice and visible now, and I loved having my hands on it just like before. The feel of our baby growing in Bella's stomach always calmed me, and we were both happy about the way things were going.

Which was why I was completely confused by her behavior right now. I leaned my head back against the seat and sighed.

"It's just hormones, Edward…it's just hormones…" I mumbled to myself as I climbed out of the car and headed into the house. At least, it better be hormones. I couldn't think of anything I could've done that would've pissed her off in the last two hours or so.

"Da! Da!" My mood brightened when I saw that Anthony was awake and doing his wobbly run to get to me. I raised my brows in question at my father who came jogging after him. Anthony and Lizzie were supposed to be sleeping. I quickly scooped Anthony up and kissed him all over his face, causing him to laugh and smile.

"That boy sure is fast," my father chuckled.

"He didn't want to go down for his nap?"

"Blame your mother," My father rolled his eyes. "She's the one who gave them a cookie treat with their lunch."

I sighed as I kissed Anthony again on the cheek. Great…Bella was upset with me about something, the kids were hopped up on sugar, and I had no idea when I was going to get a chance to hash things out with Bella. We had made a deal a long time ago that we would do whatever it takes to keep our marriage and relationship a happy and healthy one. That deal got enforced even more so when Lizzie and Anthony were born. True, Bella's hormones went all over the place when she was pregnant and she tended to forget our deal, but hopefully we could defuse this problem quickly…whatever it was.

"Da! Da!" Anthony shouted with glee, pointing to the kitchen.

"The girls are all in the kitchen," My father said. "Do you want me to take Anthony and try and get him down?"

I hesitated with my answer.

"I saw Bella when she came in the house. Something happen at the doctor's appointment?"

"I have no idea," I shrugged.

"Then I'll take Anthony and try and get him down. I'll call you if there's any problems."

Giving my son a big kiss on his cheek, I reluctantly handed Anthony to his grandfather. I was hesitant because I wasn't sure what was waiting for me in the kitchen, and without Anthony, it was like my buffer was being taken away from me. Plus, I did want to spend some time with the little man. He and I needed to have a discussion…even if he was too young to really understand it. My steps were slow as I walked towards the kitchen, and I could hear my mother and Bella talking to Lizzie about the cookies she made. I leaned against the doorway and watched as Bella's mini me (with my crazy colored hair) waved her arms in a way I could only assume was mimicking her mixing of cookie dough. Bella laughed as she rested a hand on top of her baby bump while my mother smiled and tried to clean up the counter.


I barely had time to react before my daughter came running at me and launched herself up into my arms. I caught her easily and swung her up in the air, her giggles filling the air, before I brought her down and rested her on my hip, giving her a big fat kiss.

"How's my little princess today?" I asked, grinning.

"Anthony and I made cookies with Nana!" Lizzie beamed, "I mixed all by myself!"

"You did? I'm so proud of you, baby girl! Did you save some for Daddy and Mommy?"

"Don't forget Baby Cullen Three, Daddy," Lizzie pointing, her finger going straight to Bella's tummy.

"Of course not," I said to Lizzie, though my gaze was directed towards Bella. I frowned when she turned away from me and headed to the refrigerator. My mother must've sensed something going on between Bella and me, because she quickly followed in the way of my father.

"Alright, Lizzie, it's time for your nap."

"Awwww…Nana, I don't wanna."

I leaned in and gave Lizzie a kiss. "You have to take a nap, princess. Otherwise how are you going to play with Daddy later on today?"

"Okay…" Lizzie pouted, her bottom lip trembling.

"I love you, baby. Go give Mommy a kiss before you go with Nana."

I put Lizzie down and smiled as she scurried over to Bella, who knelt down, and kissed her cheek before asking Bella to stand up, and then kissed her belly. Sending my mom a grateful smile, I watched as they disappeared up the stairs. In my distraction however, Bella slipped out of the room.

"Bella!" I called. I sighed heavily when she kept walking and went into the room that was once meant to be our music room, but had become another bedroom.

Upon entering, I found Bella sitting on the bed, facing the window that looked out into the woods that surrounded our home. Sighing, I closed the door and went to sit in the armchair in the corner of the room near the window. As I sank down into the cushions, my hand went to my hair and I tugged. Whatever it takes, Edward. Whatever it takes.

"Bella…talk to me here, baby. I don't know what I did wrong."

I watched as Bella let out a huge sigh, her shoulders slumping even further.

"You didn't…cry," Bella whispered.


"You didn't cry when you found out we were having a son. You didn't say anything! You just smiled and kissed me on the forehead!" Bella turned to look at me, tears building in her eyes. "I thought you would be ecstatic! You're having another son! Yet you say nothing! Nothing!"

"Bella! Bella!" I cried, launching myself out of the chair and kneeling at her feet, "Love, I am so happy that we are having a boy!"

"You didn't say anything," Bella mumbled, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks. "You just thanked Dr. Winchester and asked for pictures. You didn't cry, you didn't exclaim anything…nothing…"

"Bella, oh Bella, come here."

I was happy she willingly let me pull her up onto the bed and into my lap. My hands settled around the curve of her stomach and I rubbed small circles softly.

"Bella, what is it going to take for you to believe that I want this baby? That I am so…thrilled that we are having another baby, that we are having a son?"

Bella said nothing and simply shrugged her shoulders. I pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I am still so shocked that this is our life? That I've been so lucky to be blessed with you for a wife, and with Lizzie and Anthony? That sometimes I can't believe that this is where I am? That I have more than I could've ever hoped for? And now we're adding to that, and being blessed with another son? Bella…I…" I shook my head unable to say anymore.

We had been through so much in the six years that we had known each other, and the five years that we had been married. Sometimes I found myself wondering what I had done to deserve to be this blessed in my life. I could've still been out there, still playing baseball and still being the giant asshole that I was. I would've been all alone, only finding company to warm my bed for an hour or two when I wanted it before I kicked them out of my bed and never called them again. Sure times were stressful, but I would never give up the life I have now. I would never give up Bella, and I certainly would never give up any of our children.

Bella turned in my lap and lifted her hand to my cheek. "You still don't think you deserve this? Deserve to be this happy?"

I sighed, "I don't think that…it's just…I mean, I still wonder if this is all a dream sometimes. If something is still going to happen that will take this all away from me."

Bella stroked my cheek softly. "Edward…"

"I am so happy, Bella…so happy. I just…I just couldn't believe it. I didn't have any words to describe what I was feeling…seeing our little boy on the monitor for the first time, hearing his heartbeat…I was just…in awe. I can't explain it any other way, love."

"It's pretty amazing every time isn't it? Every time we see our baby?" Bella said quietly.

"It is," I murmured against her hair. "I…it's just that this baby boy…he wasn't planned. I didn't know he was coming, and then he's here, and we were seeing him on the screen, and I just…it's so amazing, Bella."

"I'm sorry," Bella whispered, turning her head to look at me, "I'm so sorry, Edward. I'm being such a bitch to you this time around."

"Bella, shhhhh…I understand, love, and I'm sorry that you thought I wasn't excited or happy. Baby, I am so happy, and I'm so excited to meet this little guy."

"I believe you."

"You won't doubt me again?" I asked, needing to hear that she wouldn't.

"I won't," Bella smiled softly at me. She leaned back against my body and snuggled against my chest.

"So…" Bella spoke after a few minutes, "What do you think we should name him?"

March 14th, 2016

"Hello? I'm home!" I called out.

No answer. My brow furrowed. Something delicious was obviously cooking in the kitchen and there was music coming from somewhere…but where were the kids? Where was Bella?

"In the kitchen!" I heard Bella call out.

I smiled as I dropped my bag on the floor and went to hang up my jacket. Things had been so good in the last few months. Bella's pregnancy was right on track, and our son was kicking up a storm these days. Lizzie was receiving glowing compliments from all of her teachers and they said she was going to make a great transition to Kindergarten next year, and Anthony was finally sleeping through the night and had even picked up a few more words (one of them unfortunately being, "no"). My days were less stressful, having hired the P.E. teacher and another athletic director, but now I had also started the baseball season, which meant I was home after 7:30 almost every night.

As I neared the kitchen, I tried to make out the sounds of our kids helping Bella, but I could only hear the music and Bella singing along softly. I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard the song. It took me back to the very early stages in our relationship, and how I had watched Bella cooking in both the apartment in Seattle and the house she once shared with Alice and Jasper. I still couldn't understand her obsession with the Backstreet Boys, but I wasn't complaining. Leaning against the doorway, I watched as she danced around and added things to the pot on the stove and stirred. My nose now identified that it was her grilled Italian chicken she was making. Something that was also glaringly obvious was that our kids weren't around.

My heart leapt at the thought. It was a Friday night and the kids were gone, presumably with my parents, and Bella and I had the house to ourselves. Oh please tell me it's true! My heart wasn't the only thing that leapt at the thought of having a night alone with Bella. My dick was certainly onboard with the idea. A night of unhurried love making, not worrying whether or not a child was going to wake up in the middle of the night…yes, I definitely wanted this to be the case. My team's baseball game wasn't until tomorrow night…visions of spending the morning in bed with Bella began to fill my head and I couldn't take anymore.

Bella gasped loudly when I wrapped my arms around her waist and let my hands rest on her stomach.

"Edward…" Bella whispered as I pressed my body against hers. Please, please let us be alone tonight.

"Smells amazing, baby," I murmured, drawing my nose along her jaw. Bella just nodded as I moved my hands along her stomach. She was wearing one of those maxi dresses or whatever they were called, and this one had thin straps and made her growing boobs look amazing. As my hands drifted up towards her chest, I asked the question I was dying to know the answer to.

"Where are the kids?"

"A-a-at your parents' house," Bella stuttered out.

"Mmmmm…just what I wanted to hear."

Bella let out a loud moan as my hands cupped her breasts. From there, things were kind of a blur. I vaguely heard the spoon that had been in Bella's hand drop to the floor as she turned in my arms and we staggered backwards, my back hitting the refrigerator. Hands were everywhere and my ears again registered the faint sounds around us…fabric ripping, dishes clattering to the floor, panting, moaning…

"Please, Edward…please…" Bella whimpered.

I didn't think twice, lifting Bella's half clothed body up onto the kitchen counter and moving my own between her legs. We weren't pressed together as tightly as I would've liked, but Bella tugged and pulled me closer, her mouth and hands everywhere. I groaned as her tiny hands maneuvered their way between us and I felt my pants and boxers fall to the floor. Things were just frenzied after that and my mind could barely keep up with our bodies. Part of me was definitely thanking the Gods above that Bella's libido was like how it had been with Lizzie's pregnancy and not the nine lonely months of Anthony's.

We both moaned loudly, finally becoming one. I reveled in the feel of Bella's soft lips and smooth skin, her touch setting my body on fire the same way it always did. My hips moved hard and fast, Bella's legs wrapping around my waist as she cried out for more. I growled as our mouths crashed back against each other and Bella's hands pulled at my hair. In what seemed like mere minutes, I could feel all of the tell tale signs of Bella's orgasm, and knew mine wasn't far off.

"Edwa…Ed…Ed…oh please…Ed…"

Bella's body tensed then completely fell apart in my arms. Four quick thrusts later and I fell over the same edge, roaring Bella's name as I buried myself in her. The sweat was dripping down my back and Bella's sweaty chest pressed against my own. Both of us were breathing heavily trying to recover from our frenzied lovemaking. We both seemed to come back to the present when we both felt the soft nudging of our son between us.

Bella chuckled as she pulled back and smoothed the hair away from my face. "I guess we woke him up."

Pulling out slowly, I moved my hands to rub over the spot where our son was now kicking away.

"Mmmmm…" I hummed, leaning in a placing a kiss on Bella's lips. "His momma was just too irresistible. I couldn't control myself."

"Well, as long as he's not up all night kicking me…"

"Who said you're going to get any sleep tonight…" I growled playfully.

Bella giggled and kissed my lips quickly. "I don't think we've done something like this since before we had Lizzie."

"Mmmm…I enjoyed it quite a bit," I whispered.

Our lips met each other's again softly, as my hands remained on Bella's stomach, hoping to calm our son's movements. Bella hummed, her hands running through my hair and along my shoulders. Regrettably, my libido wasn't what it once was, but it was just as nice to have my wife in my arms and not be worried about any little eyes seeing us. Just as my body seemed to have recovered, a smell that wasn't sex or Bella began to waft through the air.

Bella pushed me away quickly. "Edward! The food!"

My eyes went wide and I quickly pushed myself away. "Stay there!"

I almost tripped over my pants and boxers, but I got to the stove and quickly turned the indoor grill off. Bella's chicken was charred black and completely inedible. I quickly bent down and tugged my boxers and pants back up haphazardly and moved the grill pan and dumped it in the sink. I sighed, feeling a little bad that Bella's surprise dinner was now ruined. When I turned back to look at her, Bella had shrugged the sleeves of her dress back on and righted her bra again. She smirked as she leaned back on her hands and swung her legs back and forth.

"Sorry about dinner, baby," I said quietly as I came to stand between her legs again.

Bella leaned forward and braced her hands against my chest.

"How about we go take a shower and then we order in and watch a movie in our pajamas?"

"That sounds…perfect," I sighed. I wasn't about to admit that some of my muscles were aching quite a bit from our little adventure on top of the kitchen counter.

"Good…because now I'm craving pizza anyway."

Bella squealed as I scooped her up in my arms and started to walk out of the kitchen. "Edward! The music! The mess in the kitchen!"

"Stove's off, nothing else is cooking or burning, music can wait…I'll take care of all of that after we shower."

I paused at the bottom of the stairs and pressed my lips to Bella's. "And if my babies want pizza, then pizza is what they'll get."

Bella giggled and snuggled against my chest and neck as I carried her up the stairs to our bedroom. For once, she didn't complain that I was carrying her, and I felt lighter and happier than I had when I stepped into the house earlier tonight. Bella's sigh told me she was happy as well. That's all I ever really wanted.

April 25th, 2016

"Man…Nick is getting so big."

"Tell me about it," Emmett said, flipping a burger on the grill. "We finally got the little man sleeping through the night."

"I bet Rosalie is happy about that," I said, taking a sip of my soda.

"She sure is," Emmett chuckled, "How are the twins treating you and Alice, Jasper?"

Jasper sighed and took a long pull from his beer. "Ashley refuses to try formula. We've been trying to wean her off breast milk for a few months now. Jackie doesn't mind it. Jackie's sleeping through the night now, but when Ashley wakes up fussing she wakes up Jackie too. It's been rough."

"I give you guys credit," I said, watching Bella as she sat next to Alice, doing her best to hold on to Jackie, while Alice held Ashley.

We were all at Emmett and Rosalie's house in Seattle, enjoying a barbeque on a rare sunny day and celebrating little Nicholas McCarty's second birthday. I knew Bella was happy and missed seeing Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie more than she would let on. I had to admit that I did miss seeing and talking to them as well. Things really had changed in the time that we had all known each other, and as I looked around the yard, I couldn't help but smile. All of our kids and wives looked happy and healthy.

"So how far along is Bella now?" Jasper asked.

"Thirty weeks," I smiled.

"You guys are in the home stretch now, huh?" Emmett asked, placing some more hot dogs on the grill.

"Yeah," I sighed, "The little man is due around the end of June. Well, his due date is actually July second, but Dr. Winchester thinks he'll come earlier."

"You guys and the month of June," Emmett chuckled, shaking his head. It was true. Apparently our family had a thing for the month of June. Lizzie was born in June, I was born in June, and it was more than likely our other little man was going to be born in June too.

"Hey, man…you're not still thinking about the pictures from this morning are you?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I just don't see why they can't leave us alone. I retired five years ago. What I'm doing with my life shouldn't be the public's concern."

Unbeknownst to my family and me, photographers had taken a picture of us as we strolled down by the waterfront yesterday. I was carrying Anthony as Lizzie walked between Bella and me, holding both our hands. If it weren't such an invasive picture, I would've thought it was a great one. Bella and I were both laughing at something Lizzie had said, and our little girl also had the biggest smile on her face. Even Anthony had a little smile on his face as he gnawed away on his fist. The picture had appeared in the gossip section of the newspaper this morning and had even made it on to Sports Center. I spent a good deal of time consoling an upset Bella.

It was true that at 31 years old, I would've still been in good enough shape to be playing for the Mariners. I would've had almost 13 seasons under my belt if I hadn't retired six years ago. When I announced my retirement, I thought the public had accepted it. My heart wasn't in baseball anymore, it never really had been. Baseball had always been my way to run away from my problems and not deal with the pain. With Bella in my life, I had no reason to run anymore, and I had more now than I had ever dreamed to have. Apparently, the people at Sports Center, and some die hard Mariners fans still didn't agree.

"This is what Edward Cullen gave up baseball for?"

"He gave up the Hall of Fame to play Daddy instead? Tons of other players have families!"

"Who would trade baseball for that?"

The last comment was what really made the tears flow when Bella heard it. What made me angry was not only did this picture and comments upset Bella, but no one commented on how happy we all looked. That happiness was what I had wanted my whole life, and now that I had it, people were still trying to taint it. My long time agents and publicists Alec and Jane were already dealing with the press on our behalf. I still had them around since I did occasionally make some appearances and there were still royalties I received from the team. The brother and sister super duo were still the best in the business, and I knew from the tone of Jane's voice this morning, that there would be hell to pay for someone.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like if you were still playing?" Emmett asked.

I shook my head. "I can't even imagine it. Missing out on my children talking for the first time, taking their first steps, missing the doctor's appointments, possibly even their births…I couldn't have done that. I wouldn't have been able to do it."

"Well from what I hear, you managed to miss a doctor's appointment anyway," Jasper smirked.

"She told you?" I gasped.

"You know she tells Alice everything."

"She make you sleep on the couch?" Emmett teased.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Fortunately for me, Bella is a lot more forgiving of my slip ups than Rosalie is of yours."

Emmett rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shut up", under his breath. He had ended up spending the night on Jasper and Alice's couch more times than we all could count when Rosalie was pregnant. Jasper and I chuckled and the three of us silently took in the sight around us. Bella caught my eye from across the lawn and smiled. My girl was still the most beautiful that I had ever seen, and holding baby Jackie, I couldn't wait until Bella was holding our new baby boy in her arms.

"So you really don't regret giving it all up?" Jasper asked.

I watched as Lizzie and Anthony came running up to Bella. Rosalie took Jackie from Bella, as Anthony demanded to be held. I watched as Bella held Anthony as best she could and Lizzie laughed at something and rested her head on Bella's round stomach. Had I still been playing, I would've missed simple sights like that which always managed to take my breath away.

"No, Jasper," I sighed, a smile on my lips. "I don't regret it at all."

May 16th, 2016

"Happy birthday, dear Anthony! Happy birthday to you!"

I couldn't stop the snort that left my mouth when Anthony's tiny fist went straight into the corner of his cake as Bella and I both pretended to blow out the number 2 candle on top. Lizzie giggled from where she stood on a chair in front of me. I really should've been the one holding on to Anthony since Bella's stomach was so big now she could barely hold on to him. Anthony laughed and squealed as he clapped his frosting covered hands together. Charlie stepped in to pick up Lizzie as I went to grab the birthday boy from Bella.

"DADA!" Anthony squealed, and I cringed as his frosting covered hands grabbed my cheeks.

"Grrrrrr…" I growled playfully, pretending to nibble on Anthony's fingers. He screamed and laughed, as did our guests, thoroughly enjoying watching the birthday boy.

"I'm going to take him to get cleaned up," I smiled down at Bella.

I tried not to grimace as I walked down the hall with my messy little boy in my arms. Anthony seemed to think it was a good idea to spread frosting all over my face. I was certain I was going to look like the Joker by the time we got into the bathroom. Setting Anthony on the counter, one hand stayed on him while the other went for the wet wipes.

"Dada! Dada! Water, Dada!"

"I see that, buddy," I chuckled.

"Hands?" Anthony asked, holding his hands up in the air.

My mom said she often couldn't get over how much Anthony looked like me when I was a child. The same crazy hair and big green eyes…and the same little inquisitive face that was now staring back at me.

"Hands?" He repeated, his way of asking to wash them. I smiled and grabbed the soap.

"What do you need?"

Anthony's little brow furrowed much like Bella's did.

"Sop!" He cried out, a big toothy grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. No need to explain to the kid that "soap" was pronounced with a long "o" sound.

Of course, the little man was more amused by playing with the liquid on his hands and making bubbles rather than using it for what it was really for. Placing my hands over his, I made sure all of the frosting was off his skin before he asked for a, "tawo", and I dried his hands off. Placing him on the floor, he stood and hung on to my pant leg as I washed the frosting off my face. To my relief, I didn't look like the Joker like I had thought. Though the bit hanging off my nose made me chuckle. Picking him back up, we walked out of the bathroom, and Nessie came trotting down the hall.

"Nessie!" Anthony squealed. Jake soon followed and Anthony squealed again. "Jakey!"

Placing Anthony on the floor, I leaned against the wall as my son pet our two dogs. They were certainly getting on in their doggie years, but they still liked to play and were so good with the children. Nessie licked Anthony's cheek, which of course caused more squeals and laughter.

"What's going on here?"

"Poppa!" Anthony yelled, taking off on his chubby legs towards Charlie. I grinned as Charlie picked him up and swung him up in the air.

"Come on now, we don't want the birthday boy to miss his celebration."

I followed the pair slowly, taking my time to watch our friends and family enjoy their cake and ice cream. Moving into the kitchen, I decided to get a bit of a head start on cleaning up. Amazingly I didn't even hear Bella come into the room, and I smiled as I felt her arm wrap around my waist. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"Are you enjoying yourself, love?"

"Mmmm…" Bella hummed, nuzzling her head against my shoulder. "I can't believe he turned two already."

I just nodded. Anthony was growing so fast, and it seemed like his vocabulary was starting to take off, as well as his running capabilities. I even sat down with him one day to see if I could get him to recognize a baby and how he had to be gentle. We were borrowing my daughter's dolls, and soon Lizzie joined our little lesson while Bella napped. I was feeling confident that both of them were going to be excellent older siblings.

"And how are you feeling? There's quite a bit of presents out there for you and Baby Cullen Three out there too."

Since we were all getting together for Anthony's birthday, my mother decided to throw Bella's baby shower on the same day. All the women spent a good amount of time today cooing over Bella's bump and pinching Anthony's cheeks. I had to commend my little girl, Lizzie. She didn't act out or appear jealous. She understood that today was to celebrate Anthony's birthday and Baby Cullen Three. That didn't mean I didn't get her a nice new dress to wear today.

"I'm just happy all of our friends and family are here," Bella sighed.

I turned and pressed my lips to hers before pulling back and resting my forehead against hers.

"I'm really happy too," I murmured.

Bella's arm around my waist tightened and her free hand came up to my chest. I moaned softly as her fingers began to scratch softly.

"Bella, love…"

"Tonight…I want you tonight…"

I shifted on my feet, trying to resituate the semi that was starting to rise.

"Baby…" I growled.

"Hey you two! At least wait until we all leave!" Alice called from behind us.

Bella blushed as she pulled away from me. Alice skipped into the room and laced her hand with Bella's. I smiled loving that motherhood hadn't really changed Alice one bit. Jasper was going to be in for a world of craziness when Ashley and Jackie grew up…especially if they were even half as energetic as Alice.

"Time to open Anthony's presents, and then your presents, Bella," Alice grinned.

Alice tugged Bella out of the kitchen as quickly as Bella could waddle along. I sighed and reminded myself that tonight I would have Bella all to myself. Bella paused in the doorway and turned back to look at me.

"Come on, Daddy. There's a little boy out here who's crying for you."

July 1st, 2016

"You're doing great, love…so great."

"I'm…trying…hard…not…to…swear…at…you…." Bella grunted, squeezing the life out of my left hand. If I were still playing baseball I would've found myself on the disabled list after this. I simply pressed a kiss to Bella's sweaty forehead and squeezed her hand back as best I could.

"Alright, Bella," Dr. Winchester called, "The baby's head is out…one more big push and he'll be here!"

"Edward…" Bella whimpered, turning to look up at me.

I placed another quick kiss on Bella's forehead. "You can do it, love. One more big push and Masen will be here."

When we had picked out each of our children's names, we took our families into consideration, and wanted to honor where we came from. My father insisted that the Cullen name was enough to honor his side of the family, so Bella and I named our first child Elizabeth Renee, Elizabeth after my Grandma Platt, and Renee after Bella's mother. Anthony Charles was named after my Grandpa Platt and well, Charlie. That left Bella and I in a bit of a predicament when it came to naming Baby Cullen Three. I jokingly suggested, "Trey" and promptly got smacked on the back of the head. I didn't even get to say that it would be spelled with a "Y" and not an "S", and wouldn't be pronounced like the Spanish word for three. The only reason Bella tolerated calling our then unnamed son, "Baby Cullen Three" was because Lizzie called him that.

We began to look at who else was important in our lives. We didn't want to try and pick between Jasper and Emmett since they were both close to us. Bella said that her maternal grandfather's name was Nathaniel and she always thought it was a nice name, but more for a middle name. So we decided that would be our son's middle name, but we were still striking out when it came to a first name. Bella suggested we name him Edward, but I shot that idea down, thinking it would be far too confusing to have two Edwards running around. However, suggesting Edward got Bella on the track of how I got my name, and that led to Elizabeth and Ed Masen. The Masens had been a huge part of my recovery and relationship with Bella, and they were best friends with my parents. Ed was even who I had been named after.

"What if we name him Masen?" Bella suggested.

We had that conversation the night after celebrating my 32nd birthday. From then on, we referred to the baby as Masen, and Lizzie promptly set to work making drawings to welcome home her new baby brother, and my mother went a little crazy purchasing some now personalized items that were waiting at home for Masen.

Bella let out a cry and squeezed the ever-loving shit out of my hand, bringing me back to the present. As the contraction hit her, I squeezed her hand back as best as I could.

"That's it, love! You can do it…" I said through gritted teeth, certain Bella had broken at least one of my fingers. I reminded myself that this was nothing compared to the pain Bella was feeling, but it still hurt damn it.

Bella grunted and screamed, and with a final cry, she fell back exhausted. Things seemed to freeze, and in that moment I felt like I was waiting anxiously on the edge of my seat. Then…I heard it. The tiniest little cry that then began to grow in volume, and Dr. Winchester standing up with the larger than I expected body in her arms.

"Edward and Bella, your son is here," Dr. Winchester smiled, "And might I say, he's got quite the pair of lungs on him."

"Is he okay?" Bella whispered, completely tired out.

Dr. Winchester moved Masen's wailing body and situated him on Bella's chest. Anyone who wasn't a parent would more than likely be a little disgusted by the slightly slimy and bloody look of Masen's skin, but to me, it would forever be one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. The tears that I hadn't even felt grow in my eyes spilt down my cheeks the same moment Bella's did.

"He's here," Bella cried, her teary eyes meeting mine.

I wrapped my arm around Bella's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. "He's beautiful, Bella."

I lifted my hand and let one of my fingers trail over Masen's little cheek.

"Hello, Masen," I whispered. His cries quieted and turned to little whimpers as Bella held him close.

"Thank you, Edward. This is the best surprise you've ever given me," Bella whispered, "Well…besides Lizzie and Masen."

"Thank you, love," I murmured, "You brought him into this world, you gave him life."

Bella's teary eyes met mine. "I love you so much, Edward Cullen."

I didn't say it back, but pressed my lips to hers instead. My throat was getting too choked up with emotion to speak. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that after all of the difficult nine months Masen was finally here. The relationship between Bella and I had been tested early on, but I knew we would do whatever it took to make things work. Masen's little whimpers were soft as his head began to move around slightly.

"Looks like he knows his parents," Dr. Winchester smiled. "Let's get Masen and Bella cleaned up. Edward, would you like to do the honors?"

Like I had with Lizzie and Anthony, I cut Masen's umbilical cord and Dr. Winchester took Masen to be cleaned and measured and weighed. I returned to my spot near Bella's head, stroking her hair softly and whispering words of adoration as she delivered her afterbirth and was cleaned up.

"You did so great, love," I whispered, stroking Bella's cheek.

"Mmmm…" She hummed, "He's perfect."

As Bella was prepped to head to recovery, Dr. Winchester came back holding a now clean, little Masen. I grinned, seeing his head was covered with a dark smattering of brown hair. I hoped it would stay that way.

"He's a big boy," Dr. Winchester smiled, "Would you like to hold him, Daddy?"

A few tears reappeared as I took Masen in my arms. I noticed that he was definitely bigger than Lizzie and Anthony and my eyes widened a little.

"Nine pounds seven ounces, and nearly twenty-three inches long exactly," Dr. Winchester smiled at me.

"Nine pounds…Jesus…" Bella muttered tiredly under her breath.

I returned to sit near Bella's head, Masen's little whimpers and cries quieting as I situated him against Bella's chest once again. Watching as Bella's fingers trailed along Masen's cheek, one of his tiny hands broke free from his blanket, and I stroked his teeny fingers. To my surprise, they wrapped around my finger. Bella looked up at me, the tears once again falling down her cheeks.

"I love you," Bella whispered.

I bent down and pressed my lips to Masen's head before turning and pressing my lips softly to Bella's.

"I love you more."

October 4th, 2016

I woke to the sounds of Masen's cries, and felt the weight of his body leaving my naked chest. On my left I felt Anthony burrow deeper against my side and whine quietly. When I opened my eyes, I saw Bella on my right slowly climbing off the bed and comforting Masen.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Just before six," Bella smiled. "You better wake up Anthony. I want these two to sleep through the night tonight."

Bella raised her brows at me and I instantly got what she meant, turning to wake Anthony. Today was our anniversary and I knew Bella wanted to celebrate as much as possible. We could've asked one of our parents to take the kids, but Bella wanted to just do a low key family dinner, and then casually enjoy our time together alone tonight after the kids went to sleep.

I yawned and stretched as Bella carried a whimpering Masen out of the room to go feed him. It was about that time anyway. Anthony didn't want to part with me this afternoon, and Bella had to go pick something up from Sue and Charlie. Lizzie wanted to see them as well so she accompanied Bella. She was probably going to go down early tonight since she didn't have her afternoon nap.

"Edward," Bella called from the doorway, "Can you double check on Lizzie in her room? Make sure that she didn't fall asleep?"

I shouted that I would as Bella disappeared out the door and down the hall. Anthony's whimpers began to grow louder and soon he was crying. The little man did not like to be woken up whatsoever.

"Daddy! No!" Anthony began to wail as I picked him up.

"Yes," I said as I picked up the flailing mass. "It's time to get ready for dinner, Anthony."

"Daddy…" he whined. "No!"

I was happy we progressed from "Dada" to "Daddy", but I was still not thrilled about the word "no" being one of his favorites. I rocked him back and forth as I walked out of the bedroom. I would grab a shirt downstairs in the laundry room. Anthony's cries slowed as he realized we were going downstairs and he slowly sat up from his spot leaning against my shoulder.

"Hi there, buddy," I smiled, meeting his green eyes. He shook his head and burrowed his head against my neck. I couldn't help but laugh as we made it down to the second floor and started walking towards Lizzie's room.

"Come on, Anthony. Don't you want spaghetti for dinner?" I tried, knowing that was his favorite. Tonight was my turn to make dinner so I was going for something simple.

"S'ghetti?" Anthony asked, lifting his head back up to look at me.

"Spaghetti," I nodded.

When I got to Lizzie's room she was sitting with Nessie at her feet, taking off her shoes and socks. I smiled as I watched her take off her little white socks with yellow happy faces on them. The little furrow in her brows as she tried to get her sock unstuck was just so Bella. Our little girl was literally Bella's clone despite getting all of her coloring from me. I knew that ten years down the line, the boys were going to start calling and I was going to be tearing my hair out. Bella teased me about it constantly, and I was honestly dreading it.

"Lizzie, you wanna help Daddy with dinner?"

Her head shot up and the smile she shared with Bella spread across her face. "Okay!"

Getting her other sock off her foot, Lizzie ran quickly up to Anthony and I. I knew that if Anthony was with us, Lizzie was going to get distracted and end up wandering with Anthony to find Bella and play instead. I still liked to ask her for help though. Lizzie did enjoy being in the kitchen, but she loved playing with her siblings more.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of tearing up some lettuce while Anthony sat on the floor in front of the refrigerator playing with his magnet toys, Lizzie got bored and started playing with her brother. I finished the rest of dinner quickly. Whenever I cooked, a lot of the food was usually heated up in the microwave. The turkey meatballs we were having tonight certainly weren't made from scratch. As I worked on finishing the salad and watching the pasta and the sauce on the stove, Bella came downstairs with Masen in his carrier. She sat on the floor with Lizzie and Anthony as they played and Lizzie showed Masen the different little animal magnets. He had recently begun to laugh, and every day it was one of the most beautiful sounds I heard.

As I set the table, Bella set the children up in their seats. I cut up a bunch of spaghetti in small pieces for Anthony as well as half of a meatball. Filling up his sippy cup with milk, I smiled as I went to sit down across from Bella, who was seated next to Anthony's high chair. Lizzie smiled as I began to serve her pasta.

"Daddy? Can I have more of the salad?" She asked politely.

I was so proud that my little girl had impeccable manners and was just a joy to be around. Her kindergarten teacher was already raving about her behavior and how smart she was, and I loved watching her play with Anthony and Masen. Not even a World Series ring could compare to the pride I felt when I saw that Bella and I had raised such a caring and kind daughter. Then there was Anthony who I knew was going to be smart and caring in his own right. He was very curious about the world around him and he loved to explore. Then there was little Masen. It was too early to really say much about his personality, but he was a happy and healthy baby, and Bella and I were both so proud of all our children.

Looking across the table, I smiled as I watched my wife of six years help Anthony hold his tiny spoon and gather his pasta. She must've felt my eyes on her because soon her chocolate brown eyes met mine. I couldn't help but sigh and smile, temporarily getting lost in our own little world.

"Happy anniversary, love," I whispered, our children distracted by their food, or in Masen's case, the little rubber toy elephant in his hands.

"Happy anniversary, Edward."

Well? Yes? No? I hope you all enjoyed this extra glimpse at ex-Baseballward/Daddyward. It was great to re-visit him. :-) Ugh...and Rob and his baseball hat have managed to piss me off again. I have ZERO love for the Dodgers. Boo, Rob, boo... :-( Well, I suppose it's better than the Yankees...

Lol, anyway, let me know what you all thought, good or bad, pretty please? Thank you again for reading and for donating!