NO ONE SPECIAL
Five years later...
Well, the old saying was somewhat cheesy and clichéd, but I just had to say it; I never thought my life would have turned out the way it had.
I'm sure everyone is dying to know if I got my happily ever after. Well, you can judge for yourself.
First, Edward and I could have gone anywhere in the world for our honeymoon. However, it might come as a surprise to know that we spent the entire three weeks locked up in our new home. Mind you the majority of the time we were naked as the day we were born, but that was just details.
Edward arranged to have a company deliver food to us that was already made every week. He even turned off his cell phone and pager and we never once opened a single email. We watched movies and played drinking games and christened pretty much every surface in our home. That being said, we now were enjoying the biggest change for us. Exactly thirty-eight weeks after our wedding, Lillian Rose and Charlotte Marie were born. When we first found out we were pregnant, Edward hired a personal trainer and a personal chef. He wanted me to be healthy and not go crazy with worry over my weight. I also met with a counselor and that really helped.
I could still remember the first time I saw Edward shirtless. It was at the photo shoot for the charity calendar. As breathtaking as that sight was, it couldn't hold a candle to watching him for the first time holding our girls. It was a few hours after they were born and I had fallen asleep. I woke to find him with both babies in his arms. I watched as he promised them the world. He swore to them that they would always feel loved and that he would spend the rest of his life keeping his promise. That sight took my breath away.
Edward was a natural father. He had no problems sitting down with the girls and having a tea party. I had watched him allow them more than once to dress him up and parade him around. I had lost count how many colors Edward's nails had been painted courtesy of the twins.
Eighteen months after the birth of our girls, we found out we were pregnant again. As wonderful and carefree as the pregnancy with the girls had been, this one was the polar opposite. I was so sick that I had to have IV hydration several times during my first and second trimester, just like Esme had described. Once that passed, we hoped to have a smoother ride, but that was when the headaches started and my blood pressure spiked. Unfortunately, I developed preeclampsia and went on complete bed rest. Esme practically moved in to help with the house and the girls. I had just started my thirty-fifth week when it happened, I began having a seizure. I was rushed into an emergency C-section and delivered a beautiful baby boy, Masen Edward, who was the spitting image of his father.
I watched as they handed Masen to Edward and he held his son for the first time. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the trying pregnancy. For some reason, my uterus refused to quit bleeding and I nearly had to have a hysterectomy, but they managed to finally stop the hemorrhaging and save my uterus. However, the doctors warned that I would probably never be able to have any more children after that and I despaired that the final two beautiful children my father had shown me wouldn't be coming. At first, I felt as if I had failed Edward. I knew he wanted more children and now I couldn't give him any more. Edward being Edward, he quickly assured me that he couldn't have been happier than with the three we had.
I guess heaven had other ideas, though, as I was now holding my little mini-me, Ellie, to my breast to nurse while Lizzy slept soundly at my side, her unruly copper newborn hair sticking up everywhere just like her father's was. Charlie had promised these children to me and it made me smile to think he'd had a hand in making sure they made it. With this pregnancy and C-section, I kept my ovaries but did end up losing my uterus. The doctors suggested since I still had eggs that if we wanted more kids, we could do in vitro with a surrogate. However, Edward and I were content with five kids. That was more than plenty.
So, how had I taken to life with Edward and our five children? Quite well, if I did say so myself. The fact still remained that he was handsome beyond measure, he still had an incredible body, and he could kiss and make love like there was no tomorrow. I could still get lost endlessly in his green eyes. But while all of that was true, he could also really piss me off like no one else. I was being totally serious here. I didn't give a shit how cute he was, when I had to pull my three-year-old's ass out of the toilet for the fifteenth time because Mr. Sex God couldn't put the fucking toilet seat down, it was infuriating. Not to mention when he couldn't seem to get his dirty underwear in the hamper that was literally six inches from where he had tossed them on the bloody floor.
It was like this. I once questioned how Brad Pitt could cheat on Jennifer Aniston. I mean she was beautiful and skinny and perfect. Edward actually made me understand. "Babe, you show me someone hot and I'll show you their significant other who is sick of putting up with their shit."
So needless to say, sometimes I got tired of putting up with his shit. And then he kissed me...just saying.
So, about the rest of the story…well, Alice and Jasper had five kids, all boys, and she now had a clothing line for kids. Emmett and Rosalie added to their family as well and it seemed as if five was the magic number all around.
Mike Newton actually got what was coming to him. After he spent six months in jail being Big Bubba's bitch, he found what he thought was the girl of his dreams. Not only did she not turn out not to be a girl, but "she" managed to open up a number of credit accounts in Mike's name totaling thousands of dollars and then left in the middle of the night.
Tanya also thought she had found the "one." He lavished her with jewelry, cars, and trips. One night, Edward and I received a phone call from Tanya. She was in the county jail. It seems that Mr. Wonderful was a criminal. They had been out that night and he'd had too much to drink. Tanya was driving them home when they were pulled over. When the car came back as stolen, the police investigated further and found a large amount of cocaine under Tanya's seat. Tanya was arrested and Mr. Wonderful simply walked away, never to be seen again.
She called and begged Edward to help her out. She swore she was an innocent victim in this. Edward asked for my opinion and I advised him to have her drug tested. I didn't even have to tell you that she tested positive for cocaine. Edward told her he would help her get into rehab, but she declined. Last we heard she was serving fifteen years for her crimes.
Yeah, karma was a vindictive bitch with a long memory.
The last five years had been the most amazing in my life. I had learned that having the ability to buy anything you wanted wasn't a bad thing. I had learned that food wasn't my enemy. I learned that nothing felt better than a good hug from someone who loved you. I learned that the saying "out of my league" was utter bullshit. I learned that it was fine for people to have opinions of you, but that you didn't have to accept them.
But the most important thing I learned was that I loved myself, and that I was loved by others. And because I was unique and there was no one else like me, I WAS someone special, just because I was me.
I want to thank everyone who took even a minute out of their day to read this story. I hope you take away from this not only a good laugh, but also the truth that we're all someone special.
If you haven't read my story, Shamrocks and Shenanigans, please do. I'm currently writing the sequel to it called Claddagh and Chaos. If you like mob stories with heart, you'll love these!