This is about Skateward and Bladella (that's lame…). It's about figure skating and the artistry and beauty of it. Wrapped in a Twilight bow.
As always, I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer does. Lucky wench…
It's the end, ladies and gents. The epilogue for Figure Eight. There will be no sequel because their story is told. Now, we just need to wrap up some loose ends before we can finally close the book on this story. A few things…first off, thank you for everyone who has read, reviewed, favorite and followed this story from the beginning. I treasure each and every one of you even though I am an epic failure at responding to reviews. Thank you for your loyalty and readership. It means the world to me. Secondly, any and all of the 'visuals' to this chapter will be on my blog. The link is in my profile, should you care to check it out. Finally, if you want to read some of my other stories and/or discuss what's going on in this one, check out my Facebook group, Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. We're fun ;-).
Without further ado…
Chapter Thirty-Six: Epilogue
Ten Years Later
"Good job, Jas," I said as I removed my scrub cap from my head. "That knee replacement was brutal!"
"Tell me about it," he groaned. "I've never seen that much scar tissue. Okay, I've seen that much scar tissue but it was in your wife."
"It was that bad?" I asked.
"Yep. But, ever since her hip replacement, Bella's been obviously doing great," Jasper winked. "I could show you video."
"No, thank you," I said as we walked to the locker room. We had to do our notes and final observations on our patient before we could go home. Or rather, for me, to the rink. It had been ten years since I married my beautiful wife. Ten years of loving, happiness, a bit of frustration, and growth as a couple, as individuals and as a family.
Shortly after our return from the Maldives, Bella decided that she was going to be a coach. I was headlong in my first semester of medical school and she was so excited when she received a call from a Canadian pair, asking for her to coach them. They moved here and they worked in Carlisle's rink. Under Bella's tutelage, the pair won their national championship and earned a bronze at the next year's World Championships.
Unfortunately, Bella's hip was not getting any better. I could see her, on a daily basis, begin to favor it more and more. When I called her on it, a year after we got married, we had the biggest blow out. She insisted that her hip was fine. She turned to walk away and I grabbed her, gently, mind you, on her hip. She screamed in agony, crumbling against my chest. The next day, we were sitting in Jasper's office. He wanted to operate right away but a preexisting condition prevented him from doing so.
Bella was pregnant. She didn't know. She had stopped getting her Depo shot. This was a conscious decision between the two of us. But, sometimes, I was too lazy to put a condom on. So, we had to wait until after the baby was born. I was excited that she was pregnant. Bella was terrified.
In retrospect, I was scared too. When Bella was due, it was right when I was going to start my intern year. That year is brutal for a medical student. However, I made arrangements with University of Washington to get some time off when the baby was born. The dean was apprehensive but I fought it tooth and nail. If I was a woman and pregnant, legally, I had to get a minimum of six weeks off for maternity leave. Just because I'm a man doesn't mean that I shouldn't get time to bond with my baby. When I mentioned attorneys and lawsuits, his tune changed and I was granted a one month paternity leave. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. It also came at a cost, too. I couldn't take off that much time when Bella had her hip surgery. Two weeks only. However, my mom, her dad and all of our friends volunteered to help with Bella's recovery and I was grateful for that.
Olivia Marie Masen, our first born, was delivered via c-section the day after Bella's birthday. Bella wanted a natural birth but with her hip issues, the obstetrician agreed that a c-section would be our best bet. Olivia had my hair and Bella's deep brown eyes. She was a sweet baby and very cuddly from the start. I hated leaving her to go to work after my four weeks off. It also seemed that whenever I was at work, Olivia had some milestone: her first smile, her first crawl, her first step, her first word. I missed all of them and I was so fucking close to chucking it in when I had missed her first word: Dada. But, Bella calmed me down, in her special way.
She gave you a blow job, Dr. Masen.
You are such a guy. Seriously man, she calmed you down in her special way? She gave you head. Suck, slurp, and swallow.
So fucking crude.
After a lot of talking and 'bonding' as a couple, I went back to work the next day. I vowed to Bella that I would be there for every step of our next child's life. I felt like such a failure as a father and as a husband, but Bella being Bella said that she understood. She loved me. She loved Olivia. The three of us would be fine.
Right after Olivia's first birthday, Bella went under the knife, the first time. Jasper wanted to see what the damage was to her hip. MRIs, cat scans, and x-rays can only tell so much. The scar tissue on Bella's right hip, pelvis and lower back was substantial. She needed a full hip replacement, at the age of twenty-seven. Bella had to stop coaching so she could heal. Carlisle adopted the Canadian pair and the few single skaters were taken in by Liam. Once Bella was healed, she'd assume her job as coach.
I was starting my second year of residency. My mentor at the hospital, an older gentleman named Eleazar, told me to take as much time as I needed to help with my wife's recovery. He knew that I was capable doctor, graduating at the top of my class at University of Washington. He also knew that I would make up my time easily. I thanked him for his flexibility.
A month after the first surgery, Bella went under the knife again. This time, for the long and extensive surgery to replace her right hip with a titanium replica. I was a pacing fool. I couldn't stop moving. Olivia stared at me like I was crazy. I was. A bit. My wife was undergoing major surgery and I couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't until Olivia took my hand, handing me a book with tears in her deep brown eyes, that I knew that I wasn't the only one who was scared. My baby girl was just as frightened. Together, we read most of the story of Little House on the Prairie. I was two-thirds of the way through the book when Jasper came out and said that Bella was in recovery. I let out a sigh of relief and asked how the surgery went. Jasper's only response was that Bella had at least a year of recovery ahead of her.
The first month after her surgery, Bella was so depressed. She'd barely move from her bed and she stopped eating. My wife was wasting away because of the amount of pain she was in. Then, magically, Olivia reached Bella in a way that I couldn't. Every day, Olivia would sit in our bedroom and play, trying to engage Bella in some sort of conversation or game. At first Bella just cried. But, Olivia wasn't that turned off. Bella's walls began to crack and it wasn't until Olivia brought in her skater bear that Alice had given her for her birthday that Bella finally realized that she was neglecting her family, her child, her husband and her responsibilities. She sobbed for hours but with a fierce determination, called up Emmett and she started to get back in shape, gain weight and heal from the substantial surgery.
"Now, Edward, why are you going to the rink again?" Jasper asked as I put on my jeans.
"The Spring Extravaganza," I answered. "Olivia's skating and so is William. Carlisle is trying to convince Bella and I to do the Thousand Years routine, but I'm not sure."
"Come on. You guys looked awesome doing that routine," Jasper smirked. "Or you could do the dream?"
"Minus most of the jumps," I snorted. "I'm going to check on our patient."
"No. I'll do it. You go. Say hi to Bella for me," Jasper said as he clapped my shoulder.
"Say hello to the Wee One and your Littlest One, too," I replied as I slipped my coat on over my shoulders and my bag over my head.
Jasper and Alice did get married on New Year's Eve in Vegas. They have one child, Marcus, who I dubbed their 'Littlest One' working in the tie-in with Alice's 'Wee One.' Marcus is the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He's got Jasper's face but Alice's body. I seriously hope this kid has a growth spurt. He's only six. So he'll grow.
Rose and Emmett had difficulties with having children. They couldn't do it naturally. After the fourth round of in vitro fertilization, they were pregnant with quadruplets. Four boys. All with an Emmett-sized appetite. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John (yes, they were named for the books in the Bible) are four years old and crazy. I feel for Rose and Emmett. If and when we have babysitting duty, we only get two of them at a time. They only behave for Rose when they're all together.
Back to Bella and me. Her recovery was slow going but she eventually got to the point where she could run and walk without being in pain. It took nearly a year and half, but she got there. Olivia was her biggest cheerleader, pushing Bella past her limits so she could be the mother she wanted to be. She also felt horribly since our previous very healthy sex life had gone completely stagnant during her recovery. The first time we made love after her surgery, it was over before it really began. I was a two-pump chump. I hated that I couldn't last longer but being inside of my wife for the first time in a year, it was sensory overload. But we made up for it. She came to visit me at the hospital, fucking in the locker room, an exam room and as kinky as it was, on Jasper's desk. My desk hadn't arrived at that point since my office was under construction. There was also no place in our home that wasn't rechristened several times over.
I also think that it was the time in Jasper's office that our son was conceived. William Jasper Masen was born nine months to the day we had defiled Jasper's desk. When we gave William his middle name, Jasper knew that it was his office was the place of conception. He was one third proud and two thirds disgusted. And as promised, I was there for everyone of William's major moments: first smile, first step, first word and first projectile vomit. All. Over. Me.
Shortly after that, Bella went back to coaching and I was a partner in Jasper's orthopedic practice. But, Bella did spend some time writing during her recovery from her hip surgery and time off being pregnant. She published a book about her time on the ice. However, she decided to make our story into a fictional novel. Figure Eight was published just prior to the birth of William and it shot up the New York Times Best Seller List.
Which brings us to today, Olivia is eight years old and William is just shy of five. They are both amazing skaters already. They were performing in the Spring Extravaganza at Bella and Carlisle's rink along with many other skaters. Carlisle was still trying to convince Bella and I to dust off our skates to perform. I still kept up my training and I'm in awesome shape for being thirty-six years old. Bella is also in great shape, but has gained weight from having two children and major reconstructive surgery to her right hip. She's still slender but softer in all of the right places. My cock twitched in my jeans.
One track mind, dude.
Come on! It's been at least a day.
I parked the car next to Bella's blue Range Rover and grabbed my skate bag from the trunk of the car. Inside, I went to the locker room and changed into my standard black skate pants, black long-sleeved Henley and my skates. I walked up to the rink and watched from the sidelines as Bella was working with Olivia on a footwork sequence.
"Peanut, you need to use an inside edge," Bella explained, demonstrating for our baby girl. "It'll make the footwork move easier."
"Kay, Mommy," she said as she prepped to do her footwork. Easily, she did the movements that Bella demonstrated. She then continued on her routine, easily jumping into a double flip. "Better?"
"That was awesome, Peanut!" Bella squealed as she skated over to Olivia, kissing her cheeks.
"You're flailing your left leg when you land, Olivia," I snickered.
"Daddy!" she yelled as she darted from Bella's arms. She skated at me at full speed and I scooped her up, plastering face with kisses. She giggled as I put her down. "My leg does not flail."
"No, it doesn't. I'm just razzing you," I chuckled, pulling on her ponytail. "Can I see your routine, Peanut?"
"Yes!" she smiled as she skated toward the center of the rink. I moved to where Bella was, kissing her neck. She melted against me before kissing my lips. "I'm ready Mommy!"
"Okay, baby," Bella said as she pressed play on her iPod. The opening chords of 'Call Me, Maybe' filled the rink and my daughter, the showman, turned it on. She moved easily on the ice, in a perfect combination of Bella's grace and my power. Olivia definitely had the makings of an amazing singles skater. She said as such. Her goal, right now, at the age of eight, is to win an Olympic Gold. She wanted to one-up Bella and me.
The song ended and Olivia held her final pose. She was smiling widely. "What did you think, Daddy? Aren't I awesome?"
Yeah, my daughter has zero self-esteem issues. "Olivia, you were perfect," I smiled as I swept her up in my arms. "Where's your brother?"
"He's working with Papa Carlisle in the office. I'm supposed to get both of them when you get here. Papa Carlisle wants you and Mommy to skate," Olivia said with a pout. "It will be so cool, Daddy. Please?" She deepened her pout and put her head on my shoulder.
"Oh, that is pitiful, Olivia Marie," I snorted as I put her down. "Go get Papa Carlisle and William before I buckle."
"Yes!" Olivia squealed as she skated off the ice and put on her guards to get my step-father and her baby brother from the office.
Carlisle and Esme got married five years ago after a long courtship. My mom was still grieving my father but Carlisle was patient. It took them two years to kiss, another year to do the deed, and two more years for my mom to relent to Carlisle's persistent proposals. However, they were happy and surrounded with grandchildren.
Charlie met a woman from nearby Port Angeles named Sue. They were still in the 'dating' phase of their relationship but I could tell that they were moving toward getting married.
Jacob, the asshole that he was, was severely maimed in prison brawl in Illinois. He actually ended up losing his right leg because of the brawl. As far as we know, he's living with his parents, trying to cope with not having a limb.
Renee was released from prison four years ago and tried to reach Bella and me. But, Bella refused to take her calls, still pissed off at her mother's actions from many years ago. I took the initiative to speak with her one day and what I saw was not the woman I remembered. She was really sick. She had stage four ovarian cancer and was trying to make amends with Bella before she died. I told Bella that I met with Renee and she was pissed. But, when I said that she was sick, her tune changed quickly. They met and managed to put the bitterness and hatred behind them. Bella reluctantly forgave Renee. That what was Renee was waiting for. The next day, we received a phone call that Renee had passed away in her halfway house. It was a bittersweet moment that caused some drama between Bella and me, but it worked out in the long run. Renee got her forgiveness and Bella got to say goodbye to her mom. The right way.
"Are you going to buckle, Edward?" Bella asked as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "Do you want to skate?"
"It'll be fun," I said as I kissed my wife's soft lips. "Do you? Can your body handle it, Bell?"
"No crazy jumps or anything," she giggled. "Our concussion spins may be out, Brit."
"Hey now…my accent is nearly gone," I quipped as I nibbled on her earlobe. "I don't sound nearly as British as I used to."
"I know. I miss it," Bella said. I gently lifted her onto the boards and stood between her legs. "I especially miss the random British phrases you'd say. But now, I only hear them when you're 'bloody tired.'"
"Not bad, love," I smirked, deepening my accent.
"I'll stick to coaching and writing. Acting ain't my thing," she retorted. "How was surgery this morning?"
"Good. Lots of scar tissue but the knee's replaced," I answered, running my hands up and down her arms. "I've got office hours tomorrow but I'm free for the whole weekend so I can be here for the Extravaganza!"
"Honestly, Edward, do you want to perform for the Extravaganza?" Bella asked as she took off her gloves and twined her hands into my hair.
"We can perform A Thousand Years. Obviously, making some adjustments for our age and physical restrictions," I said. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"
"I'm fine," she answered, kissing my lips. "Alice said she'd take the kids so we can rehearse today. Also, Carlisle is being awfully cryptic. He's saying that there is going to be a surprise skater at the Extravaganza. I don't know who, though."
"That's why it's a surprise, Bella," I teased.
"Ass," she said as she smacked my chest. "Costumes…what costumes do you want to wear?"
"Whatever you're comfortable in, love," I said. "I would love to see you in blue, though."
"Blue. Got it," she smiled. "Help me down, Dr. Masen." I cupped her ass and picked her up. Bella giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed off my toe picks, holding my beautiful wife. "This is not what I meant, Edward."
"Shut it. I'm just having a hot fantasy where I'm not wearing any pants and neither are you. We're fucking in this position."
"That was last night in the shower, Edward Anthony," Bella said dryly.
"Right," I purred as I pulled her down to me, kissing her lips hard. Bella moaned and wiggled above my hardening cock, which pressed against my zipper of my skate pants.
"Jesus! After how many years and you're still sucking face?"
I pulled away from my wife and put her down to glare at the distinctly English voice. "Oh, sod off, Liam," I spat. "Not like you're any different with Meg."
"Bloody wanker," Liam laughed. "Leave my wife alone."
"What are you doing here, Liam?" Bella asked as she skated over to him. She hugged and kissed his cheek. "I thought you were on the road with Jared."
"I was on the road with Jared. But, he's in town," Liam smirked.
"Holy shit! He's the surprise skater?" Bella asked.
"Bingo. He wanted to come back where it all started," Liam said wistfully. "But, you can't tell anyone. It's a secret. Even his agent doesn't know. If he did, he'd charge you and Carlisle a mint for this 'appearance.'"
"Our lips are sealed," I said, smiling fondly at the young man I'd taken under my wing a decade ago.
"Anyhow, I'm here to arrange for some practice time on the ice. Carlisle in his office?"
"No, I'm right here. And tonight, I'll give you the keys and you can have the ring then," Carlisle answered.
"Cool. Anyhow, I'm going to catch some sleep. I'm jetlagged and cranky. Send me a text when you want to transfer the keys and such."
"Just take 'em now," Carlisle said as he tossed Liam a spare set of keys. "Bella's got her set if I need them."
"I'll see you all later," Liam said as he left the rink.
"Where's Olivia and William?" Bella asked.
"Bathroom. Alice is with them, so don't worry," Carlisle said. "So, did your daughter break you? Are you skating?"
"Yes, we're skating," I said as I wrapped my arms around Bella's waist. "Alice will be taking our children after William has his run-through and we'll practice then."
"Awesome," Carlisle replied. "You're going to go before…"
"We know that Jared is coming," Bella smiled. "Liam's presence was a huge clue."
"Right, um, yeah," Carlisle choked out. "Don't say anything." We both nodded and the unmistakable sounds of my children filled the rink with the tinkling laugh of Alice.
"Dada!" William's voice carried. He was tugging on Alice. "There's Dada, Auntie Ali!"
"I see, sweetie," she laughed as she stopped him just shy of the entrance to the rink. "We need to take off your guards, boy!"
"Hurry, Auntie Ali," William said sternly.
"I'm not going anywhere, William," I laughed. I let go of Bella and skated to the edge of the rink, just in time, too. William tripped over his toe pick and nearly face planted on the ice. I caught him just in time. William was a great skater for a little boy of four but shit, he was so clumsy. Bella said that William reminded her of how she was as a kid. I held my son and ruffled his chestnut brown hair. His green eyes sparkled as he hugged me tightly.
"I love you, Dada," he murmured against my shoulder.
Fuck, I swear this kid knows how to melt my heart. "I love you, too, William," I said as I kissed his temple. "You going to show me how awesome you are?"
"Yeah!" he said as he wriggled in my arms. He was going to be a part of the Extravaganza as a part of a group number. He was put into the six and seven year old skaters because he was that good. But he wasn't ready for a solo routine yet. However, he was the only boy in the group and Rose, the choreographer of that particular routine, totally played that up. I put William on the ground and he tugged me to the center of the rink. He didn't need music as he began doing his choreography.
"He's so stinking cute," Alice laughed. "So unlike his dad."
"Hey, Wee One," I chided as I shot her a brief look over my shoulder. "Be nice."
"Edward, you're not cute. You're hot," Bella purred.
"No argument there," I bellowed.
"I can see where your children get their awesome self-esteem," Alice laughed.
"Dada! Watch! I can do a waltz jump!" William said insistently. He took off and landed solidly on his right leg. "See?"
"That was awesome, William," I smiled.
"You do it. I want to see you do it, Dada," William asked, jutting his lip out.
"He can do more than that, William," Olivia said from her perch next to her mom.
"It's been awhile, Olivia," I said as I swept William off the ice, holding him by his legs. He was giggling and wriggling in my embrace. "Take this," I told Bella as I handed her our son. William scowled at me as I skated away. I did a few warm up laps before I flipped around to skate backwards. I built up speed and planted my left foot before heaving my body into the air. I did two and half rotations before landing on my right blade.
"You flailed your leg, Daddy," Olivia said.
"I know I did, Olivia," I retorted, skating back to them. "I'm old. Be nice to your dad."
"You're not old, Dada. You're perfect," William smiled from his spot in Bella's arms.
"He is perfect," Bella said lowly. Her dark eyes were dark with lust.
"God, you two are insatiable," Alice chuckled. "Are you skating? Do I need to take your offspring?"
"Yes, please," I said.
"Don't do it on the ice," Alice snorted as she held out her hand to Olivia and balanced William on her hip.
"Oops," Bella giggled. We had done it on the ice a few times. Thankfully, no body parts touched the ice. I pretty much held her against the boards as we had sex. Alice rolled her eyes and took our children to the locker room. Bella and I laced hands and slowly moved around the rink. Just like all of those years ago, we clicked and our brains connected. Perfectly, we switched to skate backwards. I gently lifted her into a star lift and she smiled at me before she flipped down, pressing her body against mine. "I've missed this."
"Me too, love," I murmured against her hair. "Let's get to work though. I'm tired since I was up at five this morning and I did some major arm work with the knee replacement."
"Okay," she said. "Let's see what we remember." She skated over to the iPod and set it up to play 'A Thousand Years.' She grabbed remote and pressed play before zipping it into her pocket. Our bodies remembered what they needed to do and we skated through the routine, modifying the jumps and lifts as we went. It was tiring work, but I felt exhilarated that I could be with Bella like this again. It had been too long since we'd skated with each other. We tried to do exhibitions that first year after our retirement, but my schedule and Bella's hip negated that ambition.
The song ended and I held her in my arms. We were breathing heavily and locked into each other's gaze. The song began to loop again and Bella reached into her pocket, pausing the music. "That was…"
"I know," I smiled. "Brings back good memories."
"We don't have to do much," she said.
"Bella, we do what we just did and it's perfect," I said.
"Well, now we have two hours. Whatever shall we do?" Bella asked, shooting me a cheeky look.
"There are two places that we have yet to christen, love," I growled. "Your office and the locker rooms."
"Ew, the locker rooms?" Bella asked, wrinkling her nose.
"The guy's locker room is nasty but the girl's locker room is fair game, Bella," I smirked. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. She screamed but didn't put up much of a fight. We went at it like animals in the girl's locker room, against her locker. Then, in her office, it was slow and loving.
I knew one thing for certain, though. Despite the sexy times I had with my wife, I was definitely in need of a massage and a spin in the hot tub. Bella, too.
Hot tub loving?
Yes and please.
xx FE xx
"Peanut and Mini Brit!" Bella called. "We're running late. We've got to go."
"Coming Mommy," Olivia called as she helped her brother down the stairs. "I was fixing William's hair. What do you think?" Olivia stood next to William who had his brown hair styled similarly to mine. It was a riotous mess but it worked.
"Very cute," Bella laughed. "You look like your dad, Mini Brit."
"That's the point, Momma," he said dryly. He skipped out to the car and clambered into Bella's SUV. Olivia shrugged and followed her brother. Bella handed me the car keys and I hefted the skate bags onto my shoulder. I dumped in the back of the car and walked to the driver's seat. Bella was fussing nervously with her jeans and her curled hair. She looked amazingly beautiful with her hair all done up and perfect. Her makeup was soft and subtle but dark enough to give her some color on the ice. After I backed out the car, I laced my fingers with Bella's, smiling softly at her.
"Very. I haven't been on the ice like this in how many years?" she whispered.
"I'm in the same boat, Bella. But we're not competing. We're skating to have fun."
"Right, fun," she breathed. She picked up our hands and kissed my knuckles. "I love you, Brit."
"I love you, more, Bell," I murmured.
A short time later, the car was parked in the lot. Rose, who was in charge of the kids, ushered our children out of the vehicle and swiped their bag. I took Bella's hand and we walked to her office, which we were using as a dressing room. Our performance was toward the end of the second act. William was going early in the first act and Olivia was opening the second act. We'd change into our costumes after Olivia performed. In Bella's office, I had three bouquets delivered. Two of which were for my children and one was for my wife.
"Edward, I need to make sure that Carlisle has Olivia's cut of the music," Bella said as she kissed me lightly. "I'll be right back."
I nodded and went about hanging up our costumes. A few moments later, Bella was back and she smiled at me. We had some time before we were going to the box to watch our children perform. We just sat in her office and enjoyed the quiet. It wasn't until Alice poked her head inside that we moved from our spot on Bella's leather sofa.
The first half of the performance was adorable with the younger children. William's performance was definitely the best of the first act. He was a total ham and played it up with the girls. Once he was done, the backstage mom's helped the kids into their second act finale costumes and they watched the rest of the performances from a section of the stands.
There was a brief intermission and then our girl was on the ice. She was on fire, landing several intricate jumps and performing perfectly. She was definitely ready for some competition. Bella knew it and so she signed her up for some junior competitions in this upcoming season. Olivia received a standing ovation and bowed professionally before waving as she skated off the ice. Bella and I also left, to get stretched out and dressed for our performance. All too soon, we heard a knock on the door. Bella opened the door and Alice said that we needed to head down to the rink.
We both finished lacing our skates and walked down to rink level. Olivia's eyes were wide with wonder and excitement when she saw us in our skating finery. Bella wore a turquoise blue dress with a floral appliqué along the bodice. I was wearing a pair of black pants, white shirt, matching blue tie and a black vest.
A junior pair was finishing up and we were skating after them. The pair skated off the ice and we glided to the center of the rink in the dark. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat this evening. Please welcome to the ice the former World Champions and National Champions, Edward and Isabella Masen!" announced the emcee.
The lights came up and we were holding our opening position. "Just you and me, Bella," I whispered to her before the music started.
Her brown eyes widened and she smiled brilliantly. "Just you and me, Edward. I love you."
"As I love you. More than my own life, love," I said as I kissed briefly. The music started and we moved effortlessly across the ice. It was the most wonderful moment. We were able to recreate our magic from our time on the ice. But the routine was too short. The music was ending and I was holding my wife in my arms, maintaining our final pose. The crowd went mad and we kissed each other.
"Edward, look on the screen," Bella said in my ear. I pulled away and looked at her. "Seriously, look at the screen." I turned and there, on the screen, was an ultrasound picture. "You're going to be a daddy again, Edward."
"What?" I breathed. "You're pregnant?"
"I am," she said quietly. I turned back around and stared at her. "Roughly twelve weeks. Just shy, really."
"Another baby?" I smiled. I put my hand on her still flat tummy and I felt tears prick my eyes. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her face, neck, lips, ears…any available amount of skin I could until the emcee gave us a subtle nudge to get off the ice.
"Congratulations, Mommy and Daddy Masen," he said.
That broke the spell and we took our bows. We waved as skated off the ice and put on our guards. We sat down with our children who squealed excitedly at our news. Rose hugged us and Emmett gave me the nod, saying 'good work, man.' I rolled my eyes as I held William in my lap and Olivia was curled next to Bella.
"Our final skater for this evening is a special guest and we're thrilled to have him. As if we could have any more great news. Again, congrats to Bella and Edward for their newest addition," the emcee chuckled. "Anyhow, our special guest is a two-time National Champion, a World Champion and as of this year, an OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST. Please welcome to the ice Jared Wolfe!"
The lights came up and Jared was standing center ice, his hip cocked and a gleam in his eyes. The music began pumping through the rink and Jared pushed off his toe picks. He flew over the ice to Usher's 'Scream.' Reaching behind his body, he took off in a quad Tano lutz, landing solidly on his right foot. He caught my eye and smiled widely. I could tell that he was winging this and my hypothesis was proven accurate when halfway through the song, he skated to the edge of the rink. "Come on, Masens! Skate with me!" he winked. William held out his hands and Jared picked him up. Olivia blushed and scampered onto the ice. "All of you." Jared held out his hand to Bella. She took it and all of us were on the ice. "Just do your favorite move," he told my children.
William smiled widely and turned around, building up speed for a waltz jump. With a wink, he planted his foot and took off. He flew over the ice and landed solidly on his right foot, pulling into a sit spin. Bella grabbed my hand. "I know I probably shouldn't since my condition, but I want to do our concussion spins," she said.
"Bella, no," I frowned.
"This is the last time I'm skating, Edward. I want to go out with a bang," she smirked.
Our daughter was doing some intricate spin sequence, ending with a Bielmann spin. Jared held out his hands and the three of them skated together, having fun.
"Let's do it, Bell," I said. "We did more than that during our performance earlier. But, you're going to the doctor on Monday to get checked out. Got it?"
"Yes sir," she smiled as she kissed me deeply. "Now, skate! Heads bump at the mechanic scream!"
"Right," I said as I turned around. Bella and I did the choreography from the 'Blow' routine and Jared moved the kids from center ice. He was excited since he'd only seen this spin once before. Now he was seeing it on the ice. Ten feet away from him. At the bridge of the song, we prepped for the spins and at the climax of the song, we did our concussion spins. The crowd went crazy.
Once our spins were done, Jared clapped his hand on my shoulder. "You still got your back flip, old man?"
"I'm not old, Jared," I snorted. " I can still flip and land on one foot."
"You're on, Dr. Masen," Jared said with a wink as we took off into opposite directions. Bella moved William and Olivia as Jared and I prepped for our back flips. At center ice, we toe picked at the same time , flipping over the ice. And I so landed on one foot. Jared two footed it. I smiled as I looked over my shoulder at him. Jared shrugged and the song ended with him hugging me.
"Let's give them a round of applause, ladies and gentleman!" the emcee screamed. It was a madhouse in the rink.
Jared pulled away and he was smiling. "Not bad, old man," Jared chuckled. "You still got it."
"I still got it but I'll need a date in the hot tub after this," I chortled. "I'm so proud of you, Jared."
"I couldn't have done it without you, Edward. You gave me a chance when most people wouldn't have. You took a sullen nine year old and turned him into this. An Olympic Champion. You stepped in for the dad that I was missing so much. I'll forever love you for it. You're my best friend, man."
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat," I smiled, tears pricking my eyes. "And this one…this baby, you're the godfather."
"That sounds great, Edward," Jared said as he wiped his cheeks. He motioned to Bella and the kids. We all linked hands and bowed deeply. The screams were deafening and everyone skated onto the ice, the finale obviously forgotten.
Once the rink was cleared, we all headed to the locker rooms and dressing rooms. We changed into our street clothes and as a group, went out to eat with Jared, Meg, Liam and Jared's girlfriend, Madelyn. For old time's sake, we went to Gameworks. Everyone had a good time, but William, Olivia and Jared had the best time. He was wonderful with my children. However, all good things must come to an end. William was getting cranky and Bella needed to ice her hip. We left the restaurant and enjoyed the relative quiet of the car ride home.
"Do you miss it, Edward?"
"Performing?" Bella asked.
"After a day like today, yes. But I love what I'm doing as a doctor. I know that you love coaching and writing," I said as I laced my fingers with hers. "You also love raising our children."
"I do," she said, giving me a tender smile. She took my hand and placed it on her belly. "I wasn't expecting this one, Edward. When I went in for my yearly exam and my doctor said that I was pregnant, I was shocked. I mean, I wasn't on birth control or anything, so I shouldn't be shocked."
"It wasn't like we were preventing it from happening," I said, waggling my brows.
"You just hate condoms," she snorted. "I do too. It doesn't feel the same with it on."
"It doesn't," I sighed. "But, I'm happy that I didn't use a condom, love. Now, we have a new little one on the way. We have to come up with a nickname for the baby. Olivia is our Peanut. William is Mini Brit."
"It'll come naturally, just like the others did," Bella said as she pressed my hand against her stomach. "I'd like Jared to be the godfather."
"That's what I told him on the ice today," I said.
"Good," Bella sighed. "So much has changed, Edward. I was so afraid after we got married. I didn't know what I was going to do and with you starting medical school…"
"But, even though we had such a rough go of it for awhile, we got through it, Bell. We did it. Just you and me," I said.
"Just you and me, plus three more," Bella giggled.
"I love you, Bella. I love our family. I wouldn't change anything about our lives. We're living a fairy tale and I hope we only have happiness for the rest of our lives," I said fervently.
"We will, Edward. With you and our children our sides, anything is possible. I love you, Brit."
"I'll forever love you and our babies, Bell. And I look forward to all of the possibilities in our lives."
"Just you and me," she sighed.