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This story is coming to an end and this is the last part of the EPI. WARNING, to those of you who are following STARTING OVER, this part will contain minor spoilers. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading, following and commenting on this story.
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Five Years, Five Months and Five Weeks Later.
We did figure it out how to mend our problems and find a way through all the devious curve balls that life threw us. Since we navigated our way to a healthier place, life was exactly how Bella had described to me years ago, when she said, "Sometimes the hell that we have to walk through makes the heaven on the other side much sweeter." Holy hell was she right. Life was pretty sweet and had been for a while.
I never got the chance to beat up Royce, but I figured that he wasn't even worth the risk of me damaging my wrists and inadvertently jeopardizing my career. Rose worked, perhaps, even harder to finish that movie and it paid off. That February following its release, my wife, Rosalie Hale, won a freaking Oscar for her performance. To say that I was proud was an understatement.
More importantly, when she finished her work filming, we made the time to find someone to talk to. It wasn't difficult at all because Jasper insisted that we go to the guy who dragged her ass out of the mud after she was raped six years ago. His name was Peter and probably the best shrink on the planet. To this day, I could still kiss his feet for what he did for us.
At first, we started couples' counseling to get over what Rose did. Though I meant to forgive her just like I said that I would, it proved a lot harder to do in reality. It was always there in the back of my mind, lurking like some kind of damn stalker. I couldn't get rid of it and it was constantly nagging on me.
Rose turned out to be patient with me when I threw it in her face, like I was suffering from a split personality. That happened a couple of times. More importantly, I didn't want to have sex with her for a while. I didn't want to take my wife to bed. I didn't want to see her naked. All of the things, I took for granted in life, like sex, were like a fucking roadblock for me. I really needed to find an alternative route to find that forgiveness. It took some time, but I did find the way through it and got back to a point where the past didn't matter anymore. Rose and I started making love again… every day. Yeah, yeah. Roll your eyes at me, but Rose has needs… almost as much as me.
Rose decided to continue with therapy after we were 'cured' as a couple. I was happy that she did because, in hindsight, she needed help to get over the loss of her mom. She needed to work on the fact that she was the one who had to help take care of her mom at a point in her life where she was far too young for that kind of responsibility. When Peter started digging into her mind, he found the sweet and vulnerable girl that I fell in love with. It was a woman who didn't need all that armor to push people away. She had confidence, yet still retained her sassy mouth.
My hard-on was pounding, itching and begging to be teased. "Come on, baby. You know you want it." My voice was shot to hell and pitching all over the place. "Babyyyy," I moaned and rubbed my dick against Rose's ass. She squirmed. Fucking yeah!
"No, we don't have time, cowboy." I could easily hear the arousal in her voice. Though she would deny it, I knew that I was just at the threshold of a glorious Christmas morning.
"Just a quickie. It will be over in no time." I frowned. Okay, that just didn't sound right.
Rosalie laughed and wiggled her ass, while grinding it into my crotch in approval.
It took me less that a second to get rid of my boxers by dragging them down to my knees. Though, not bothering to do anything more elaborate because we were on a tight schedule. Rosalie stayed on her side with her back to me, but I knew my wife to a tee. If she didn't want me in the morning, she would kick my balls and tell me to get the fuck out of here. Her silence was her agreement. Her breathing was also shallow now.
I palmed her luscious ass cheek before dragging her panties down. She started her low purr. She freaking loved it like this. She got to lie on her side, hug her pillow and just feel. She scooted her ass closer, while pulling her legs up slightly.
I kissed her shoulder and pushed up her cami so I could feel her breasts, before hugging her back to my chest. Can I say that if we had done it like this time a million times, it wouldn't be enough? However, it still made my boat float. We had mastered the art of the morning lay. We needed a quickie to get the day started. It was more important than breakfast, at least in my opinion.
"You want me, baby?" I let her feel the head of my dick just at her entrance. God, that soft skin still amazed me every time.
"Yes," her answer was breathy and needy. Her knuckles whitened as she hugged her pillow. I pushed forward slowly, while savoring this warmth and suppleness.
Then, I heard it. I gnashed my teeth. Five fucking minutes… Couldn't that fucking noise wait just five measly minutes, so that I could get the chance to give my wife her morning fuck and not have her be so damn grumpy in the morning?
It was the slam of the door and a set of twin footfalls echoing down the hall that was my official cock blocker.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I spat through my teeth, though I never really meant it. It was just unbelievably frustrating being halfway in and knowing that I had to throw the game because they couldn't fucking sleep five meager minutes longer.
"Oh, Emmett." Rose chided me. I pulled out reluctantly… very reluctantly.
"Oh what? Like you don't have an itch?" I muttered. I pulled her panties up her hips as she wiggled to make it happen faster. It was less than two seconds now.
Rosalie smirked at me. "Get over it and tuck that hard on away or you're going to scare them for life."
"Yeah, yeah." I wrestled under the covers, dragging my underwear on to cover up my raging erection. I started thinking about trash cans and stale beer to make that shit go away. I don't want to be obscene.
The door flew open and in came the human equivalent of a cock blocker. "Merry Christmas." They screeched with their high pitch voices. Their skinny arms sliced through the air as they simultaneously jumped the bed tackling us. Today it was Taylor that l caught almost mid-air.
"Merry Christmas, boys." Rose called as she lifted the covers to hug Thomas to her body. She lavished mommy kisses on his cheeks. He made gag noises for the hell of it, but his eyes told a completely different story. I wrestled Taylor down and locked him to my chest. He squirmed, but he was going nowhere. He weighed like a tenth of what I did. I held him more firmly to my body. Though I was about an inch from getting laid, it was far better to be laying in bed Christmas morning with my kids and my wife all facing each other.
I brushed Taylor's long jet-black hair back to avoid getting it stuck up my nose. The shit fucking tickled and was partly uncontrollable. Silence fell and I just gazed at Rose. Her eyes twinkled with absolute joy. She was such a different woman now.
"Mommy, I'm ugly." Thomas said out of the blue.
"You most certainly are not ugly." Rose was there immediately and her tone was highly defensive. "Why would you say that?"
"That's what a kid at school said," Taylor filled in.
These are our boys. Thomas and Taylor. The little monsters are six years old now. These are my personal cock blockers. These are the twin boys that we adopted a little more than three years ago.
"Don't listen to those asshats," I butted in.
"Daddy, you said a bad word." Taylor was there like a pit bull, sinking his teeth into the fact that I broke a lame rule. He was like a little judge casting his sentence on everything that lived and breathed. He missed nothing.
"Asshat… is that a bad word? I know words that are a lot worse than asshat." I dragged the word out and rolled my eyes. Rose pinned me with a stare that was unrelenting. I just couldn't help teasing. So what, it's who I am! Okay, so we didn't exactly see eye to eye on the linguistics in raising a couple of boys. How's a couple of swear words going to hurt them? I had yet to learn that. My point was that they were bound to learn them somewhere anyway, so why didn't I get to teach them the juicy ones? I couldn't help but irk Rose with my irony, what can I say? I would never really teach them that shit.
"What words, Daddy?"
"It's Christmas, so we better keep Mom in a good mood or you won't get any presents." I said to avoid World War III breaking out.
"Chicken!" Taylor was as slick as a penguin on ice. I locked my arms tighter around his scrawny body and tickled him. He squealed with delight.
"Back to the talk. Who says that you're ugly?" Rose asked concerned, while placing a kiss on Thomas' black hair.
Okay, we didn't exactly go for adopting a boy that we could pass off as our own. We didn't need to. See, the Thomas and Taylor names may sound like your run-of-the-mill boy names, but they looked nothing like a Thomas and Taylor. Their skin is tawny, not black nor white, but mostly like chocolate milk. Their eyes are shrewd and Asian looking, but not quite because the color is an outrageously intense and beautiful blue. Their lips are full, but with the full blown African American look. Their hair is black as oil, shiny as fuck and straight as nails. Basically, the boys were the epitome of a bi-racial roundabout. They were absolutely beautiful and unique. Lastly, they look so much alike that for a long time we had to cut Thomas' hair shorter than Taylor's to tell them apart.
We never intended for two, but life always has a way of leaving you out of the decision process.
"I am ugly." Thomas curled his lower lip over the top one like he could hide the slight deformation of his upper life. He was the sensitive one. Delicate some days and other days, he didn't have a care in the world. Though, it is Christmas and it appeared to be a sad day for him.
I reached out and traced my thumb over the fine scar to let him know that it was okay. Lately, it had been bothering him. I wished that I could take that away from him, but there was no way. Both boys were born with a harelip. It had already been repaired when we adopted them, but most likely by a quack with a dull scalpel. When they were almost four, Rose and I decided that they should both have plastic surgery to minimize the very obvious scar at the time because the first repair was done so badly that it was impairing their ability to speak.
"Don't ever let anyone tell you that, honey." Rose's voice was drenched with love. She absolutely adored them and she was a step above an amazing mom. I didn't even reach her sexy ankles when it came to parenting skills. Well, Rose had changed a lot since Peter. She had calmed down and found herself. "They're wrong. Just because you don't look like everybody else doesn't make you ugly at all. It makes you extraordinary."
"You're just saying that because you're my mom," Thomas muttered petulantly.
Taylor reached his hand out and took Tom's, locking their small fingers together. "I'm just glad that we have a mom," he said seriously. Comments like those always broke my heart. Taylor made them often, especially at the times when Tom needed them most. Sometimes it was like they shared one mind and one thought. They were close, extremely close. Well, they were identical twins, but it still stunned me that two individuals could be so much alike, but still so different. Like I said, it was Thomas who was the sensitive one and Taylor was the strong one that sometimes had the sense of an old man.
"I hate my old mom." Tom's voice dropped below arctic. This was where I pulled up short when it came to parenting skills. What the hell was a parent supposed to say to that? Rose always had that covered. She smiled at me briefly.
"Sweetface," she said gently and hugged him closer, before she propped herself up on her elbow with her hair falling down behind her. "I don't hate your old mom. I love her very much. Your mommy Katie did a very brave thing. She knew that she couldn't offer you boys what you deserved most in life, so she gave you up so that we could have you."
"What did we deserve?" Taylor asked. He sounded so knowledgeable because he loved this part. We'd been over this more than a few times now, but Thomas still needed to hear it. Whereas, Taylor treated it just like a game.
"Love," Rose said with a smile answering Taylor. She returned her attention to Tom. "See, mommy Katie didn't do a bad thing. She did a good thing, so that we can all be a family. I hope that one day you two can understand why she couldn't be your mom anymore. " I knew the story was meant for the boys, but it always soothed me too. Deep inside, I was still just a kid.
However, this was the watered down, sugarcoated version of what really happened. The truth was too ugly to tell them for years to come, if ever. No child deserved that kind of baggage.
The undiluted truth was that their birth mom, Kate Bylor, was a young college student, who was nineteen when she was drugged and raped. For almost five months, she didn't tell a soul about what happened to her. She had gone to a college party with a couple of girlfriends. Yes, she had been drinking, but in no way consented to having sex. She didn't even know who had assaulted her because she had no memory of that night after someone rohyped her. She just woke up in her own bed with her virginity stolen from her. She was hurt and humiliated. At the point where she couldn't hide the pregnancy any longer, it was too late for any repercussions. Kate was far from a heartless person. In fact, she decided to keep the boys and wanted to give them a loving upbringing.
She had never intended for things to turn out the way they did. She tried, She really tried for a little over two years to love her boys, but her heart was never there. Every time she looked at their faces, her heart broke for what had happened to her and how her boys came to be. She didn't want to blame her children for her unhappiness, but she couldn't control it. She gave them up and they went into the foster care system until suitable parents could be located. That was where we came in.
Rose had a burning wish to become a mom, but it was never going happen the natural way. Through the foster system, we found Taylor and chose to adopt him. At that time, we didn't know about Thomas. Within the first few days of bringing Taylor home, we had never witnessed a child so depressed and lifeless. He was only two years old. Upon looking into his background for the reason why, it became abundantly clear what the problem was. He was missing his other half. For us, there was no question. We wanted both boys. In the beginning, they had separate rooms with their own bed, but every morning we would find the boys in the same room. We changed tactics. They now have a bedroom with their beds and another room for all their toys.
I was abruptly pulled back to reality with the next question from the kids. I damn near fell off the bed. What the hell?
"Daddy, what's a dyke?"
I swear my heart faltered. "A what?" I managed to croak, though I felt like I chewed off my own tongue.
Taylor blinked profusely. "A dyke. What does that mean?" He repeated warily, probably seeing that I was about to explode.
"First of all, that is a really rude word and not one that we don't use around here. Where did you hear it?"
His eyes widened and his tone was wary when he answered. "A boy at school said it. He said my aunties were dykes and he said that they were pussy eaters."
Okay, this time my heart did stop. It took a few moments to gather my scattered composure. It was like my marbles had just rolled all over the damn floor. Even Rosalie was too stunned to say anything and the boys were clearly waiting for an answer.
Taylor continued. "I don't believe him because I know they don't eat cats. No one does. Well, that not true, some guys said that in China people eat their cats and dogs. So maybe they eat cats, but I know that Jasper would never eat a cat. That's disgusting." He grimaced.
I couldn't hold it and I broke into a hysterical fit of laughter. "Why are you laughing, Dad?" Thomas shook my arm.
"It's not nice to laugh at people, especially not kids!" He practically snarled at me.
The tears were rolling from my eyes and my stomach was in cramps. See Rose… if you just let me teach them the wonderful and, perhaps, more colorful approach to the English language, my sons would know this kind of shit.
"I'm sorry, buddy." I managed between cramps of giggles and chuckles. "I'll try to explain the best that I can."
"This should be interesting." Rose inclined a brow, just waiting for me to stick my foot in my mouth. Ha! I could have tact.
"Well," I began. The boys' eyes were like teacups, just waiting for that explanation that was going to solve it for them. I winked at Rose, hauling in a massive breath. "You know how Mommy likes to kiss Daddy?" I started and they both nodded their heads vigorously. "And that Mommy is a girl and that Daddy is a boy."
"Dad," they whined in unison. "We know this part."
"Hold up, boys. I'm getting to the fun part." I widened my eyes innocently at Rose, who is already ready to step in with her mommy wisdom. "Now, you know how Auntie Jasper always kisses Auntie Alice and they are both girls, right?"
They nod like a couple of hood ornaments.
"That's the difference. They're both girls and like to kiss girls. It's called lesbians or gay, but if I ever catch either of you saying that other word around here, you are going to bed without dinner for a week. I mean it." Well, this was one of the many obstacles that we needed to face as parents - explaining complicated shit. So far, we had tackled where do babies come from, why does my pee pee do that and No son, pee on the grass and not the asphalt or you'll get urine on your pants. This was not a conversation that I expected so damn early in the morning.
"Daddy, why can't we say the other word that were not supposed to say?" Taylor asked.
"Because Auntie Jasper and Auntie Alice will be really sad, if they hear you say it."
Thomas' face turned serious. "I don't want to make them sad."
"I know you don't, pumpkin," Rose said softly.
"I don't understand, Dad, then why did Demitri say that bad word about my aunties?" Thomas asked pensively.
"Who's Demitri?" I asked confused.
"He's the boy that said Thomas was ugly and the other stuff. He's ten." Taylor filled in.
"I think that I need to have a small chat with Demitri's parents," I grumbled under my breath, slowly feeling the resentment rise. Nobody fucking told my boys that they were ugly. "Uh, well, not everyone understands when girls kiss girls. They think it is wrong."
You could practically see the wheels turning in their heads. "Like they get mad?" Taylor asked, wanting more clarification.
"Yeah, like they get mad and don't want to talk to people."
I watched Thomas when he got that calculating look in his eyes. He was pretty much the sharpest tool in the shed. "Is that why Auntie Alice doesn't have a mommy and daddy?" I swear sometimes that he was too smart for his age. Sometimes, like now, it was hard to tell how deeply he grasped things and how seriously he took them.
"Yeah, Tom. Like that. Auntie Alice has a mom and dad, but they are mad at her for kissing Jasper, so they don't want to talk to her," I explained.
"But Grandma and Grandpa aren't mad at my aunties because they kiss." Thomas countered, clearly trying to make sense of it all.
"No, they're not. Grandma and Grandpa are nice people. They don't get mad because girls kiss girls." I drew a heavy breath. We always strived to be as honest as possible with the boys, at least within their ability to comprehend certain things at a certain age. However, I was kind of thrilled with this conversation right now because it only went to prove how we were able to raise our boys with their eyes a little more open to the world. The need of this conversation only established that they didn't even notice the difference between Edward and Bella and Alice and Jasper. To them, they were just together as couples without labels. That was pretty fucking cool.
"So what's with eating the cat?" Thomas' tone is so sober that I can't hold it together. I was just lost it, but tried not to laugh too hysterically.
"That's just silly talk, buddy." I finally managed. Getting my bearings, I was not prepared for what came next. Now, I was really being tested as fatherly material. There was simply no another explanation.
"I don't want to kiss girls." Thomas said after letting my explanation sink in.
"Why not, honey?" Rose asked, stroking his hair back.
"They got cooters." Taylor interjected.
That was it. I was done! I spluttered loudly unable to contain my laughter as I guffawed. Goddamn it! This was not a conversation that I expected to have at seven in the morning on Christmas day.
Both boys glared at me and didn't notice their mom could barely keep her face straight. "I think you mean cooties, sweetie." She drew a long slow breath trying not to laugh.
"Oh, yeah, right. That's what we mean." Taylor said still pinning me with that obtrusive stare. "Yuk!"
"You just stay with that thought for a couple of years, son," I answered, trying to slow my breath. What a glorious morning.
Silence unfurled around us. I just watched Rose as she lay with Thomas in her arms. She really was the center of my life now. We didn't spend much time apart mostly because of me. I traveled a lot with the team. Whenever it was possible, they came with me. It was harder now because the boys were in school, but on occasion, Rose would pull them out so they could all stay with me. To be honest, I didn't function very well without my wife or my kids. I was so whipped. When I said early that life was sweet, I really meant it. Rose and I were in a position to supply our family with everything that we needed. We still had the small house in L.A and went there on occasion, just to spend time together and play at the beach with the boys. We had financial security. After Rose won her Oscar, she basically signed her own damn paycheck. She didn't work much and only made about one movie a year because she didn't want to spend time away from the boys. Her main priority was being a mom. Had I mentioned that she fucking rocked at it?
"I love you, precious," I said quietly, really feeling the emotion swell in my heart. I was so fucking lucky to have my family.
"I know, honey." She smiled and took my hand.
"You're gross." The boys whined. "Are you getting kissy, kissy now? Yikes."
"Yeah, Daddy was getting kissy kissy with Mommy." I murmured, clearly remembering that I was five small minutes from being home free and feeling some much needed release.
"Emmett!" Rose chastened. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, boys. How about we go swimming?" I asked deviously. Living in a freaking luxury condo, the amenities were ridiculous and they included a giant ass pool two stories up.
It was like the freaking magic word. Both boys flew up, tearing the sheets off and basically jumping up and down on my chest.
"Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" They screeched, howling from the top of their lungs.
"Okay, listen up. Go ask Elizabeth and Esme if they want to come, but remember not to wake up Bella if she's sleeping." I looked at them both seriously for a moment. The passing years had turned this apartment into family home. It was warm and full of kids, just like a home should be.
Elizabeth was Edward and Bella's oldest, she was seven. Esme was their youngest… so far. She was five years old. Besides that fact, Bella needed all the sleep she could get because she was nine months pregnant for the third time. It had to be a bit rough.
They were ready to scamper off the bed, when there was a knock on the door.
"It's open," Rose called, while her eyes were scrutinizing and on me. Yep, baby, I got plans.
Jasper poked her head in. "Merry Christmas, everyone," she said. "Someone's in a good mood." She smiled as she noted the boys making havoc in the bed.
"You, too, Jasper. There's never a dull moment," Rose answered.
"Merry Christmas, Auntie Jasper." Thomas and Taylor called out, while going into full bounce mode on the bed. I cupped my junk, saving it from one of my boys' feet getting planted there. Taylor jumped around turning towards the door. His small feet were digging into the mattress.
"Auntie Jasper, Dad says you're a lesbian." Taylor called out like he was putting me on the spot and airing out all my secrets. I rolled my eyes.
Jasper gaped, before she quickly recovered. "Yeah, that's right. I am," she answered after a moment.
"Is Auntie Alice a lesbian too?"
Jasper laughed. "Since I am married to her, I would kind of hope so."
"Jasper and Alice, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G." They sang as they jumped around the bed. They were like a sack of fleas.
"Boys, if you want to go swimming go with Auntie Jasper, Mommy and Daddy will be out in five minutes. If I hear any of you near that door, the swimming is off! Now, go ask the girls and get your swim gear."
They were already bouncing off the bed, hammering their way for the door and passing Jasper in pursuit of Bella and Edward's kids. Jasper narrowed her eyes at me. I smiled snidely and held up my hand with my fingers spread. "Five fucking minutes, big sister," I said while Rose started to leave the bed. Oh no, you don't!
"That's all you got? Five minutes? God. You need a romance lesson, Emmett." She lectured, while shutting the door behind her. "If you ever become gay, Rosalie, I know why and I seriously don't blame you. We actually have romance." The volume of her voice faded behind the door as she trotted down the hall.
I yanked Rose's hand. There is no way that she was escaping now. I loved her soft peeling squeal as I climbed over her, while pressing her into the mattress with my weight.
"All this talk about pussy eating, cooters and lesbians really got me riled up, but there is nothing like pleasing my stunning wife in the morning."
Her hands traveled up into my hair as I lowered my mouth to hers.
"You're laying it on pretty think there, Casanova." Rose smirked. "Jasper is talking out of her ass. I know what I got." Her tone was gentle and whirring before she kissed me long and deep. Her hips tilted up, grinding against me.
My hard-on returned in all its glorious rudeness. I started dragging my tongue up her neck to stop at her ear. "How would you like your morning orgasm today, precious?"
"Slow and deep," she purred.
"My pleasure." I hummed into her ear.
"Now, who said romance was dead?" Rose snickered.
"I know. Jasper better be watching that fucking door," I murmured, before kissing her neck and dragging my teeth over her earlobe. I slowly peeled her panties down for the second time today. Gently I rolled her over, so she was almost on her stomach again. I reached for her pillow, while arranging it, so that she could hug it to her chest and do nothing, but feel and enjoy. The only thing on my mind was to please her, love her and make her come.
I grasped her hips, while dragging her ass up slowly and pushing one leg up and out. The rosy flesh between her legs is already glistering and pulsating with promise of warmth. She was absolutely stunning. I kissed her between her elegant shoulder blades, tasting her skin and picking up a hint of perfume from yesterday.
"I may need more than five minutes to worship you today," I whispered. "I have a feeling that I won't be able to get enough of you."
"We can put a DVD on for the boys later and you can worship me all you want." She stuck her ass out a little further, basically telling me to get my move on.
I let my fingers travel over her weeping skin, pressing slightly as I moved from her clit to the depth of her pussy all that way back and over the incredibly tight back entrance. The move made her breath flutter. She sighed longingly. "You ready for me, baby?" I whispered, as I moved to line up.
I pulled her body flush with mine, before I took her hand guiding it down to her pussy. "Feel it with me, baby." I pushed into her slowly. "Feel how perfect you are." The tips of her fingers slipped down my dick as I slowly entered her. "Feel me in you, precious."
Rose burrowed her face into the mattress purring like a kitten. Gooseflesh rose along her spine as I thrust into her. She groaned, arching her back for more.
"That's it, honey," she whispered as her lips parted. "You're incredible." A slow hiss escaped from her mouth. I buried myself to the hilt. "Abso-…" I pulled back, while thrusting again. "Fucking…" I repeated the motion once more. "-lutely incredible," she panted.
I could feel her familiar tightening clamp down on my dick. I rotated my hips, while grinding as deep as I could. I could feel her body tensing as her breath changed shallow and irregular. "Merry Christmas, precious." I gently bit down on her shoulder as she muffled her noises and dug her face into her pillow. A second later, she toppled over the edge taking me with her.
Like I said, we mastered the art of a morning quickie and life was pretty damn sweet.
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