Author's Note: Just an idea I randomly had a few days ago. Enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, though Edward could certainly own me.

Edward's POV

"Daddy!" my four-year-old daughter Carlie cried as I entered my house. I laughed and caught her as she jumped to me, peppering her face with kisses and tickling her sides. "How are you, my love?" I asked her. "I missed you!"

I had missed her; I had been gone for a week on a business trip. I missed my entire family--my princess Carlie, my newborn son Masen, and especially my beautiful wife Bella.

"I'm fine," Carlie beamed angelically at me. "But Momma is having a hard time with Masen."

"What's wrong with Masen?" I asked as I noticed the cries coming from the nursery.

"He won't sleep," Carlie shrugged. "I tried to help Momma, but I can only do so much."

I laughed softly. "Okay, sweetie. Let's go help Momma." I picked her up and carried her into the blue nursery, where a tearful battle was going on. My lovely Bella was in the rocking chair, rocking Masen back and forth, her perfect breast bared as if she had been nursing him. He was screaming, and she had tears running down her face.

She nearly had a spasm of relief when she saw me. "Edward," she cried. "I need help."

"I'm here," I assured her, quickly kissing her, putting Carlie down, and lifting the baby from her arms. I immediately started bouncing Masen rhythmically while comfortingly patting his back. "Carlie," I told my daughter. "Honey, kiss your momma goodnight, go get your pajamas on, pick out a book for me to read to you, and I'll meet you in your room."

"Yes, sir," she said, pulling the sobbing Bella by the hand. Carlie was so sweet--she seemed to sense that Bella needed to get away from the noise as soon as possible.

After my two girls left, I worked on calming Masen. I softly sang to him as I walked the length of the nursery, still patting his back. After a few minutes, he calmed down and started murmuring. Still singing, I walked to Carlie's room, where she was obediently laying in her bed, a tattered copy of Goodnight Moon in her blanketed lap. I thanked my lucky stars that she had chosen a short one.

"Where's Momma?" I asked her.

"In your room."

"Okay. Scoot over," I urged her. After she scooted to the wall, I slid into the bed with Masen on my shoulder. Carlie snuggled into my side.

I took the book with one hand and began to read. As I read, I noticed that the steady, calm tone of my voice had silenced Masen; his breathing was soft and even. One kid down, one more to go.

Carlie's eyes were heavy by the time I finished. She yawned.

"Carlie, it's time to go to sleep," I said quietly.

She nodded. "Okay, Daddy. Can you leave my nightlight on?"

"Don't I always?" I replied.

She smiled, eyes closed. "Uh huh."

"Good night, my angel," I told her, kissing her forehead. "I love you more than all the stars in the sky."

"I love you more than all the fish in the sea," she mumbled, already nodding off.

I quietly slid out of the bed, turning on her nightlight and turning off the other lights. I walked to the nursery and gently and carefully positioned Masen in his crib. He was sound asleep.

I tiptoed to the bedroom I shared with Bella. I quietly opened the door and peered in to see...my wife sitting on the bed, sobbing.

"Oh, my love," I murmured, sitting next to her and taking her into my arms. "What's wrong?"

Her words were almost unintelligible through her tears.

"I'm...a...failure...as a...mother...and a wife." She inhaled sharply.

"Oh, no," I soothed her, kissing her hair. "You are not a failure! You're a wonderful, dedicated mother and a beautiful, faithful, amazing wife."

"No I'm not!" she cried.

"Yes, you are! What makes you think you're not?"

"My baby...wouldn't...nurse!" she sobbed. "And he wouldn't go to sleep for me!"

"Shh, sweetheart," I whispered. "You know that sometimes you can't force a baby to nurse. And newborns never go to sleep on schedule!"

"But he went to sleep...for...you..."

I kissed her forehead. "That doesn't mean anything, love." Oh, when would the pregnancy hormones die down?

"I'm a terrible wife," she cried.

"No, you're not," I insisted, using my fingertips to wipe the tears off her face. "If anything, I'm a terrible husband for leaving you with a newborn baby."

She shook her head. "No, Edward. The trip was for your job. You couldn't help it."

"And you can't help it that Masen cries. He's a little one, sweetheart."

She sniffled. "I had planned on having the kids in bed and looking pretty for you."

"You look beautiful," I told her honestly.

"No, I don't! I'm not wearing any makeup and my hair isn't styled and I'm in shorts and a t-shirt..."

"You look beautiful," I insisted. "You know I like you when you're natural."

She shook her head. "I'm fat and ugly."

I sighed inwardly, wondering how to delicately approach this comment. I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on the full-length mirror on our closet door. How many times had I watched her dress and undress in front of that mirror?

I immediately lifted her up off the bed, cradling her in my arms.

"Edward," she sighed. "I'm not really in the mood."

I ignored her and walked to the mirror, setting her on her feet. "Do you want to see yourself through my eyes? Do you want to see how beautiful you really are?"

She hesitated, and then nodded, sniffling.

"Good," I whispered, kissing away a teardrop off her face. "I'm going to start here." My hands wove through her naturally curly hair, stroking the soft mahogany. "Your hair..." I murmured. "It's so thick and full and long. You know I love to run my fingers through it. But did you know that when I wake up in the mornings, I bury my face in it and whisper to you? Sometimes I sing quietly; other times I simply pour my heart out to you. You're such a heavy sleeper, you don't notice it. But I love to do just this." I pressed my face into her curls and breathed in deeply. The scent of her strawberry-flavored shampoo filled my nostrils. "It's one of the best parts of my day."

My nose trailed from her hair to her face, where I kissed the corner of her eye. "Your eyes...I swear your eyes know me better than anyone. You can always tell when something's wrong, or when I'm feeling playful and mischievous. The chocolate of your eyes...I swear I could get lost in it." My arms wrapped around her, making her eyes close as she sighed contentedly. I kissed both of her eyelids.

"Your mouth," I whispered, a finger tracing the contours of her lips. "From it comes the most amazing thoughts from your amazing mind, and the soothing words that you know calm both me and our children. Your soft lullabies to them mark you as a truly wonderful and loving mother. And your kisses!" I shook my head. "Darling, you bring the sweetest kisses a man has ever experienced. But my favorite thing for your mouth to do is to tell me you love me. Those three words make my world right again."

"I love you," she whispered.

"As I love you," I whispered back, kissing her mouth chastely. "Where now? Ah, your neck. Besides your mouth, it's my favorite part of you to kiss, just because it's such delicious territory. It smells just like your perfume and shampoo. Plus your neck keeps your head up when times are hard. It gives me hope."

She whimpered softly out of contentment or lust; I wasn't sure.

"May I take your shirt off, love?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded silently.

My fingers made quick work of it, and I started to kiss along her spine. "Your back...another sexy part of you. I like to watch your back arch when we're making love....and when you throw your head back, just like you're doing now..."

She smiled, and I noticed the tears were completely gone.

I looked back into the mirror, and my hands softly cupped her breasts, still swollen from pregnancy and breastfeeding. "And these," I smirked. "You know I love this part of you."

She actually giggled, quite adorably, and nodded.

I traced the swells of her breasts softly. "Do you know why I love them?"

She shook her head.

"It's not only because they're beautiful," I murmured. "It's because these have nourished our children. They have taken care of Carlie, and now they're taking care of Masen. As a result, we have two happy, healthy angels."

I bent to kiss the swell of her right breast before my hands went to her belly. "Please don't," she protested, sucking in her stomach and trying to move my hands.

"Why not?" I asked her. "It's beautiful."

She shook her head. "I haven't lost my pregnancy weight...I'm just sensitive. It's a woman thing."

I shook my head. Bella never gained much weight during pregnancy; most of it went to her breasts--nothing to complain about there. And lack of rest and proper meals hadn't exactly piled the pounds on after Masen was born. She was still small, just a little swollen around her belly. But she looked healthy.

"Bella, sweetheart, you shouldn't be sensitive," I told her, keeping my hands on her stomach. "You just carried and gave life to a blessing from Heaven--a healthy, beautiful baby boy. This is something my body could never do, and that's what makes it so beautiful to me. This part of your body..." I softly kissed it. "Has provided me with so much happiness. It gave me my precious, beloved baby girl and my extraordinary, adorable little boy. Do you see now why your stomach is one of my favorite parts of you?"

Silent tears streamed down her face. "Oh, my love, don't cry," I instantly said, standing up to embrace her.

She squeezed me tightly. "I'm okay," she said. "I'm just so...flattered. Please keep going."

She even cried from slight happiness. I kissed her lips twice before stooping back down to her belly. My arms wrapped around her waist, and I looked up at her. "May I?" I asked as my fingers played with the waistband of her shorts.

She nodded, wiping her tears away.

I slowly pulled her shorts and panties down, gathering them into a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

"Your hips," I said, cupping them with my hands. "The motions of them bring me so much pleasure, whether we're dancing, simply playing, or making love." My hands went to her bottom. "And this. I love the shape and size. It's just perfect. I love it when you sleep and I can press into your bottom, or when you sit in my lap and I can wrap my arms around you. And, in our rare moments of leisure--when we lie on the couch and watch TV, and I can rest my head on the curve of your bottom. The man in me likes it a little too much." I winked at her, making her laugh.

"And your legs," I said, forgoing her center in an attempt to save the best for last. I ran my hands down the long lengths of her legs. "They're so sexy. I love it when you greet me at he door by jumping into my arms and wrapping your legs around me, or when we're cooking, and you sit on the counter and use your legs to pull me over to you..." I kissed her knee. "Definitely alluring."

My hands went to her feet. "And this may sound strange, but your feet are one of the cutest things about you. They're so tiny and kissable. Actually, I was wondering if you would like to go to bed and let me give you a nice foot-rub to relax you. We have massage oil in the bathroom..."

She grinned mischievously and shook her head. "You forgot a body part."

"And what was that?" I feigned innocence.

She laughed and spread her legs. "You know what, you devil. I want to hear what you have to say about this."

My fingers softly traced her folds. "Hmm...well." She was unbelievably wet, which surprised me because she was so tired at the same time. "This part of you--"

"My pussy," she interrupted, clearly wanting me to start talking dirty.

"Your pussy," I corrected myself. "It's my favorite physical feature of you. It's so pink and hot and wet and tight...even after two children, you're a tight squeeze." I slid two fingers in to prove my point. "You squeeze me so tightly when I fuck you," I breathed as she gasped in pleasure. "My cock gets so hard just seeing it. It's the perfect size and shape for my cock; we're like two puzzle pieces. You and your pussy make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world." My tongue darted out to lap up some of her fluid. "And the taste," I growled. "It's the sweetest nectar in the world. I could drink it up." I pulled my fingers out to lick them clean and then ran my tongue between her folds. I sucked wetly on her clit, making her cry out.

"For fuck's sake, take me now, Edward!" she nearly shouted. "Make love to me!"

My erection throbbed at her words, but I looked at her face. "Are you sure? You're so tired."

She nodded. "I need you. I've missed you so much."

That was enough for me. I stood up and let her rip the buttons off my shirt before pushing her breasts against my bare torso. Her fingers made quick work of my belt, and my pants and boxers were immediately on the floor.

I picked her up, kissing her hungrily, and carried her to the bed, where I laid her down and got on top of her, my tongue and lips ravaging her neck before going to her breasts. She spread her legs and let me enter her forcefully, her walls squeezing down on my rock-hard cock. No time for foreplay, she seemed to be saying. I need you.

"Come in me," she begged.

"You first," I growled before reaching down and pinching her clit. She cried out, shaking and breathing heavily. She wasn't far. My hands went to her ass, giving her a light smack. That made her hips thrust into mine, and we started thrusting together in perfect union. It wasn't long until her fluids were running all over me. The sensations

made me explode inside of her.

We both collapsed, me rolling over so she was on top. She was panting and sweating, as was I. "That...was...amazing," I hissed.

"Pregnancy hormones do have their advantages," she chuckled, making me laugh. "Sorry if I forced you into fucking me. Well, never mind. I am so not sorry."

"I'm not either," I agreed, kissing her mouth.

She smiled and closed her eyes, resting on my chest, still joined to me.

She was about to fall asleep just as we heard a cry coming from the nursery.

"So...not...happening," she groaned, tearful again. "Can't a girl get a break?"

I quickly kissed her hair. "Your break is here, love. Stay and rest."

I pulled some pants on and went to the nursery, where Masen was crying. "Hey, little man," I cooed as I lifted him up. He didn't seem to be happy with my set of arms. That was understandable; he had only had Bella for his entire short life. "It's your dad again. You've worn your momma out."

I cradled him and went to the kitchen, where I knew Bella would have bottles of breast milk. I grabbed one and went back to our bedroom to check on Bella, to see if she was a tearful mess again. I was surprised to see her dressed and sitting up, waiting for us.

"I'll feed him," I told her. "You go to sleep."

She shook her head. "I want to nurse him. It's special."

"Okay," I said, crawling into bed and carefully placing the crying Masen in her arms. She bared a breast and gently guided him into nursing. I laughed as I heard him sucking greedily.

"That's a beautiful sight," I whispered as I stared at them. Bella didn't hear me; she was too lost in Masen's eyes as he stared up at her.

"I think he looks like you," she murmured.

"He has your brown curls," I remarked.

"With your green eyes. He's so handsome."

"He is," I agreed. "And you can just tell he loves his momma."

She smiled. "Esme told me that boys are special. They always love their mothers."

"My mother is usually right," I smiled at her, kissing her cheek.

She nodded. "Little Anthony Masen Cullen. My baby boy." Tears welled up in her eyes. "So beautiful, just like his sister."

As if on cue, we heard Carlie's voice from the door. "Is Masen okay?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She was dragging her favorite teddy bear--a gift from her Uncle Emmett--on the floor.

"Of course, sweetie," Bella replied. "He's just hungry."

Carlie crossed her arms. "Why does Masen get to sleep with you guys?"

I laughed. "Come here, Miss Jealous."

Happily, she came and snuggled in between us, closing her eyes. I kissed her cheek.

"The baby is already asleep," Bella murmured a little while later.

"Maybe he'll sleep well tonight," I hoped out loud.

"I hope so," Bella sighed quietly. "Well, we have Miss Carlie and Mister Masen in bed with us, so I guess our fun is over." She yawned hugely.

I laughed. "You need to rest anyways."

Bella nodded and laid Masen on her chest, his head on her shoulder.

Carlie was asleep, snuggled into my chest. "Will you get the light?" my lovely wife asked.

I turned the lamp out and stretched out my legs. There wasn't much room. Carlie was getting so big so fast.

"Edward?" Bella mumbled.

"Yes, love?"

"You know how you bought me that really gorgeous diamond necklace when Carlie was born?"

"Yes."

"And how you said you wanted me to pick out my gift for Masen's birth?"

"Yes," I replied again.

"I think I know what you should buy."

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"A king-sized bed."

I laughed. "Your wish, my command."

"Thank you," she mumbled. "I love you, Edward. So, so much. Thank you for making me feel pretty tonight."

"Not pretty, darling. Beautiful. I love you, too. More than you can possibly imagine."

The next thing I heard were her soft snores and the even breathing of our children.