A/N: So, I've had this outtake done for a while now and posted on Wattpad and realized that I hadn't posted it on here. It's not very long, but it gives a little glimpse into the future. BTW, I borrowed the term boybarians from CassandraLowery. Thank you all so much for reading and supporting this story!
Five Years Later:
I looked over at my wife of five years as we lay on the beach on Isle Esme. She was even more beautiful now than she was when we first met. She would argue that she wasn't, but she was.
"What?" She asked, peering over the top of her sunglasses.
I shook my head. "Just thinking how beautiful you are."
She let out a snort before rolling over onto her stomach. "You need to get your eyes checked."
It was my turn to snort. We had this same argument every time. I was about to dispute her, when the alarm on my phone went off.
"Come on, Mrs. Cullen. Time to call the rugrat," I told her, standing up and holding out a hand to her.
After gathering up our towels, we walked back to the house and set about calling our son. Owen was born two years ago, during my third year of medical school. He wasn't planned, but he was a welcome and wonderful surprise.
I was in my first year of residency and had two more to go. I would be done right around my 30th birthday. After Owen was born, Bella left the editing position that she'd had and had gotten a job writing freelance articles for a couple of different magazines out of Seattle. This allowed her to work from home and spend time with our boy.
Emmett and Rose were doing fantastic. Emmett was still teaching and coaching, and Rose owned a auto repair shops. They had three kids already. Sometimes, I still had a hard time wrapping my head around it. Their oldest, Jack, had just turned six, while their youngest, Lily, was six months.
Alice and Jasper were still living in Seattle. Jasper was finishing up his Master's Degree and was going to head straight into getting his Ph.D. They had two kids. Their daughter, Mia, was five and their son, Will, was three.
We did our best to meet up at least twice a month for a weekend. We all usually stayed at my parents' house. They loved it. My parents doted all of the kids and were in their element when surrounded by their grandkids.
"Hi, baby," Bella said into the phone.
I heard a stream of babble and a few words here and there as she talked to our boy. I knew that as much as she was enjoying the peace and quiet, she missed him terribly. I knew I did.
"Hey, buddy. Are you behaving for Grammie and Papa."
"Yes. Woot!" he shouted causing us to laugh.
Woot was his favorite word, one that his Uncle Emmett had taught him.
We talked to him for a few minutes, telling him we loved him before Mom came on the line.
"Are you enjoying your anniversary?" Mom asked.
"Of course. How can you come to Isle Esme and not enjoy it?" Bella asked. "But I miss my little guy."
I watched in horror as she started to tear up. This was the first time that we'd been away from Owen for a lengthy amount of time.
"He misses his mommy and daddy as well, but you'll be back in a week. I'm sure we can manage to spoil him rotten in the meantime."
Of that, I had no doubt.
Five more years later
I was going to strangle my sons. Each and every one of them. How in the world I'd ended up with four boys was beyond me. All I'd wanted was one sweet little girl, but no. Instead, I'd gotten four boybarians. We hadn't known it at the time, but I was pregnant when we'd gone to Isle Esme for our fifth wedding anniversary.
Seven months later, I'd brought not one, but two more boys into our lives. Justin and Lucas had come into the world screaming. We'd known that having twins was a possibility, but I'd never thought it would really happen. A year later, we had Elliot, and I told Edward that was it; I was done. No more kids.
At the moment, my four monsters were yelling and screaming their heads off in our backyard. It was a good thing we lived outside of town, or else I'd be fined for a noise violation.
We'd moved back to Forks after Edward finished his residency and had gotten a job as a pediatrician at the Forks Clinic. We'd bought a house outside of town with a large backyard surrounded by woods. I'd been a bit worried at first, afraid that a wolf or bear would wander its way into our yard and eat our children. Edward had told me I was a being ridiculous.
"Owen! If you don't stop, you're going to spend the afternoon in your room while your brothers enjoy the party!" I hollered from the back porch.
He let out a huff as he let a fistful of mud fall to the ground. He'd spent the past ten minutes trying to shove mud down his brothers' shirts. Which of course had riled them all up and led to them acting like barbarians.
"Inside, boys! Now!"
I watched, amused, as they all trudged toward me looking crestfallen. Once inside, I sent Owen to go get cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom.
"Hop in the shower and rinse the filth off, then put on the clothes I laid on your bed," I told him.
"Fine," he spat out, stomping up the stairs.
I led my other boys into the master bath and put them in the tub. As soon as they were clean and wrapped in towels, I sent them upstairs to get dressed.
Ten minutes later, they hadn't come back down. Figuring they must have been up to something, I headed upstairs and found four naked boys making armpit farting noises and giggling insanely.
It took everything in me not to start giggling with them. Putting my hands on my hips I asked what was going on.
"Nothing," four innocent faces told me.
"Uh huh. Well, unless you want your cousins and friends to see you naked, I'd suggest you get dressed."
"Anybody home?" Edward hollered as he walked in the door.
"Dad's home!" Elliot yelled before heading down the hall, naked as could be.
"Naked kid on the loose!" I hollered back, walking down the hall in time to see Edward be assaulted by a naked four year old.
"I see that. Let's get you dressed, buddy."
"Okay," Elliot said, looking put out at having to wear clothes.
He was our streaker. When he'd been younger, he'd had a habit of taking off his clothes as soon as you had put them on him. Thankfully, he now kept his clothes on once he was in them.
An hour later, our house was chaos. Dad, Sue, Seth, and his boyfriend Paul were all there. We'd all been a bit surprised to learn that Seth was gay. He'd never said anything and then one day out of the blue he told us. Not that we cared one way or the other.
Emmett and Rose arrived with their five kids, and I still found it hard to believe that their oldest was almost eleven. He had Emmett's wicked sense of humor and Rose's no bull attitude.
Alice and Jasper had moved back to Forks a couple of years ago when Alice had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She'd wanted to be closer to all of us while dealing with it, so they'd moved back in with Esme and Carlisle for a while. A year later, after endless rounds of chemo she was cancer free.
They'd bought a house a few miles down the road from us and our boys were delighted. They loved having Mia and Will close by.
Angela and Ben stopped by with their little girl a little while later. Their Annie was a sweet little girl who was crushing like mad on Justin. Angela and I had burst into giggles when Annie gave Justin a kiss on the cheek after wishing him a happy birthday. Justin had turned bright red and run off as fast as his little legs could carry him.
"Oh, Bella. You'll never guess who I ran into while I was in Port Angeles the other day," Alice said to me as we watched our kids play tag with Emmett.
I whirled around. "No way. I thought she was in Alaska or somewhere."
She giggled. "You mean Alabama."
"Where ever," I said with a wave of a hand.
"How does she look?" Rose asked, joining in.
"Horrible. She had not aged well at all. She had a horrible haircut, a horrible dye job, and her clothes …" Alice trailed off, shuddering.
We cracked up. That was karma for you.
"What's so funny?" Edward asked, sitting down beside me.
Alice explained what we'd found so funny. Edward shook his head. "Serves her right."
As we tucked our kids in later that night, I couldn't help but think how blessed we were. We had four amazing boys and a pretty fantastic life. I couldn't be happier.
a/n: Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it.