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"Daddddaaa!" the little voice said through the baby monitor.

It was a voice I'd recognize anywhere, anytime. A voice that could melt my heart and then stuff it right back up again.

It was my little baby girl. My little Nessie.

And she was saying the first word she'd ever learned, "Dada"

I was so absolutely ecstatic when I heard that word come out of her mouth that I'd started crying, because yeah, I was so in love with the little girl it wasn't even funny.

She had big brown eyes, just like her mother, but I could already tell she was going to have my hair and my signature smirk.

She'd just turned nine months old yesterday, and she'd already begun crawling around our house like a little monkey, and Bella claimed she'd be walking soon.

Ah, Bella. My beautiful, lovely, wonderful, smart, sexy, amazing wife.

She was all of that and more.

I had a smile on my face as I turned over in our bed to look at her sleeping peacefully.

I wasn't at all surprised to see our three year old son, E.J, sleeping between Bella and I, curled up with his arm around Bella and her arms wrapped tightly around him.

He'd taken a liking to our bed lately, and even though I knew I shouldn't let him do it, I didn't have the heart in me to tell the little guy no.

He was the other apple of my eye, the light of my days. My little boy.

I smiled, remembering when he was Renesmee's age. He was so innocent, looking up at me with those green eyes, his hair a mess. If it wasn't for the little nose he had sitting on his face you'd never know Bella was his mother, he'd gotten all my traits save for that one. But he was a momma's boy.

Big time.

I was brought back by the little frustrated voice on the monitor, sounding fussier by the second. I groaned as I got up, turning off the baby monitor so it would wake Bella and E.J.

I stumbled slightly down the hall, turning and stepping into her room. As usual, Jake was lying by her crib faithfully. He did that with E.J, too, and he switched around every few hours.

Such a good dog.

Little Nessie was waving her tiny arms at me, her face scrunched up and red. She was crying, but I knew it was because she was still sleepy and frustrated.

"Hi, baby girl," I whispered, and as soon as I lifted her out of the crib her little alligator tears stopped. "How's my little girl doing, huh?"

I carried her over to the changing table and made quick work of her diaper, changing it then putting her back into her pajamas.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen's name was Bella's idea—but I thought it was beautiful. It was a mix of both of our mother's, and I couldn't have picked anything more fitting.

E.J, on the other hand, stood for Edward junior, full name Edward Anthony Cullen junior, but Bella and I promised to call him E.J. since we'd both get confused as to which Edward was being spoken to.

Renesmee had been born prematurely, just as E.J. had before her. Both pregnancies had been scary for both Bella and I, because of the miscarriage, but we knew we wanted kids. It didn't take Bella long to get pregnant with E.J, and when he came out seven months later with an emergency C-section, we knew we'd wanted another one.

When Bella was pregnant with Nessie, though, there were so many complications that all the doctors agreed that she would need to be born prematurely as well.

I was a nervous wreck the whole time, but I think that with the strength that we gave each other, and the love we shared for our daughter, finally pulled her through.

Bella had gotten her tubes tied shortly after Renesmee reached the six month point, though, because both Bella and I knew it was too risky to try for another baby.

But we had our little boy and our little girl, and we couldn't be happier. I thanked God every single day for our family.

Nessie was looking up at me with those big, round eyes, sucking on her pacifier as I changed her. I blew raspberries into her stomach and she smiled up at me, her binky falling out as she gave me a gummy smile.

She was so beautiful.

I carried her downstairs to the kitchen, preparing her bottle. Bella had breast-fed up until she was about six months, then she'd had enough of it.

It was harder to wean Nessie than E.J, and those few weeks were filled with screaming and crying. I winced remembering it.

At least she could eat some baby food now, although that, too, had taken a while for her to get used to. Not that I blamed her. Bella's breasts were far more inviting than mushed carrots.

I held her on my hip as I poured the milk into the bottle, handing it to her and then starting on breakfast.

Where E.J. was a little mommy's boy, Nessie was daddy's little girl.

She was practically attached to my hip, screaming when I came home from work and crawling her way over to me as I took my shoes off. It amused Bella to no end.

I didn't even want to think about what would happen when she was a teenager—I wasn't sure I could handle little boys coming around here.

Bella had only laughed when I'd brought this up, though, saying that we had plenty of time before then.


And plenty of it.

That was one of the most beautiful things about my life.

I was flipping the bacon when I heard the pitter-patter of little feet across the upstairs floor, and I heard my son tearing down the stairs.

He must have smelled the food, because I swear that child inherited Emmett's appetite. I didn't even know if that was possible, but I was at a loss as to any other way. He could eat us out of a house and home, I swear.

"Daddy!" He yelled when he saw me. He ran over to me and wrapped his arms around my legs. I bent down to his level, keeping Nessie balanced on my hip.

"Good morning, kiddo," I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. "Where's mommy?"

"I'm here, I'm here," Bella grumped, never having been a morning person.

She tightened her robe around her waist and I'd never seen anyone more beautiful in my life.

I chuckled. "Good morning, love."

"Morning, babe," She mumbled, and E.J. took a seat at the table.

Nessie immediately began squirming in my arms, reaching her little hands out towards Bella and opening and closing her little fists.

"Maa," she fussed around her bottle.

Bella automatically came to my side and I leaned down to kiss her as she took our daughter.

"Breakfast is almost ready," I said, and E.J. began practically salivating at the mouth.

Bella rolled her eyes and took a seat at our table, Nessie bouncing in her lap as I brought over the orange juice.

"Remember, we have to be at your parent's house at four, Edward. Jasper will ream us in the a—" she caught herself, "He'll be very angry if we don't get there on time."

E.J looked at her curiously, but didn't ask any questions.

I chuckled. "I know, baby. I haven't forgotten."

We all ate breakfast together, my son practically taking all the bacon and eggs and smothering them in maple syrup, with a piece of toast.

"Jesus, son," I exclaimed. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were eating for two!"

Bella chuckled but E.J looked at me curiously. "What that mean?"

"It means that you're eating for two people at one time, honey. Daddy was joking."

He grinned at me and I laughed heartily, leaning over to rumple his hair again.

Nessie immediately began clapping her hands excitedly, giving a cute little baby giggle when she saw me laughing.

I looked across the table at Bella and saw that she had the same expression on her face. We were both beaming at each other.

"You know, baby, I think we make some pretty beautiful kids," I said playfully, winking at her.

She rolled her eyes, but agreed wholeheartedly. "That we did, darling. That we did."

I looked around the table at my beautiful wife adjusting our daughter's bottle in her little mouth, and over to my son who was eating like a small, angry dinosaur, and I knew I'd never seen a sight more beautiful.

My life, it seemed, just kept on getting better and better.

"I swear, I'm going to smack Emmett the next time I get him somewhere away from the kids…" Bella said, but I knew she was just joking. "Little E just absorbs words like a sponge anymore and Emmett would scream that Jasper was a "big wet pussy" every time he beat him on Guitar Hero!"

I chuckled, but in the back of my mind I had no doubt that my four year old would probably be spouting off "shit" or "asshole" in the next few days because of my bigger, older, oaf of a brother.

"I love that man dearly, but he will be the one the corrupt our son, I swear of it."

I nodded, knowing by now that it was just best to agree with her when she was ranting. I held her close to me and inhaled her scent. She was still such a comfort to me after all this time. I loved her more than the moon and the stars—even though I'd never understood that expression—and time just seemed to strengthen that love.

She snuggled into my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

"Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah, Edward?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, love," she murmured, nuzzling into my chest even further as we snuggled into the blankets.

"How much do you love me?"

This made her pick her head up. "Huh? Why?"

I gave her my best sexy face, wriggling my eyebrows.

She laughed, slapping my chest lightly. "You are a pervert. A dirty, old, smelly, leering pervert, Edward Cullen."

I clutched at my chest. "That hurts! Besides, I'm only a hot-blooded man. What do you expect?"

She grinned and leant up to kiss me. I captured her lips with mine and began deepening it, sucking on her tongue.

She groaned and sat up.

"Fine, Edward, but don't be too loud, alright? I just put Ness down for the night and if she wakes up, she's your problem."

I chuckled and pulled her down onto me. "I'm not even the loud one, baby."

"Yeah, whatever," she chuckled.

When we were finished we lay side by side, panting.

"You've still got it, stud," she giggled.

"Bella! I'm only thirty-five! I've still got a few miles on the old—"

"Stop right there, Mr. Cullen," she giggled, and we got up to put some clothes back on. I wasn't dumb, I knew that my son would sneak his way into our room at some point tonight, and I definitely didn't want to traumatize my child that early in life.

We resumed our cuddling and after she fell asleep I sat staring at her face in the darkness. She was, without a doubt, my reason for existing. I had two other reasons just down the hall, but Bella was my first.

She was my wife. My lover. My amigo. My love.

My best friend.

"I love you so much," I whispered into the darkness, kissing her forehead softly.

I laid my head down and felt myself drifting into a deep and dreamless sleep.

But not before I heard the door open quietly, and little steps patter over to the bed. It shifted, and my son's face came into view.

"Hey, buddy," I whispered softly, trying not to wake Bella.

Too late. He jumped about a foot in the air, not used to being caught. I would have laughed if he hadn't have looked so terrified.

"E.J?" Bella whispered.

"I'm scared of monsters," he whispered in explanation.

I just smiled at him and pulled him under the covers with us, listening to my daughter's soft breathing through the baby monitor.

"I love you," I whispered into the night.

Those three words had ever been so true.