Okay, we're starting the sequel for A Fresh Start. This will probably be slow going as I want to make sure I tell Marie's story well and appropriately. I'd like to thank all of my readers from A Fresh Start and their stories about their children with Autism. Your recollections will help me tremendously in Marie's story. I'm an educator and I'm familiar with the educational ramifications of Autism, but not living with a child with Autism on a day to day basis.

Anyhow, Twilight is not mine. Never will be mine. Ever. *WAAAH!* David, Lizzie and Marie are mine in a literary sense. Ren, too.

I do apologize with the sporadic updates with this one. I struggle with this story and finding the momentum is tough. With that being said, please be patient with me on this one. I do intend to finish it. It'll probably take time. I've planned out the remainder of the story. It's looking to be around thirty chapters, plus an epilogue.

Up next will be some drama with Marie (she's going to have some regression in the following chapter. Dealing with some ignorance and such).

Chapter Nineteen: Ignorance Isn't Bliss

Rose, Alice and Jacob went back to school the following week. I hadn't told Edward about the black truck that followed me, knowing that he'd freak out. No one knew about the black truck except Rose and Emmett. I swore them to secrecy. I'd tell Edward and my family if and when it became an issue. Since that day, I hadn't seen it.

I prayed I never saw it again.

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt.

I really should tell Edward but I'm afraid he's going to explode. He's got enough stress going on with work, at home with Lizzie being a little snot and with Jasper acting like a fucking moron. I didn't need to add my mommy issues to the whole mess.

Just going to wait on telling him. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

With Esme and all of my kids, we were driving back from Marie's appointment with Dr. Marcus. Alice had to take EJ to the doctor for his allergies. She also decided to get Grace tested while she was there. Edward was working late, filling in for a doctor in the ER. Esme decided to take us out to eat at a restaurant on the way back. Pulling into the parking lot, we went inside of the kid-friendly restaurant. As we walked into the lobby, I noticed a black Ford pickup truck park across the street.

It's nothing. Shake it off, Masen. There are a ton of black Ford trucks with blacked out windows all across the country.

Denial, denial, denial…

"Are you okay, Bella?" Esme asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," I replied, giving her a tight smile. She eyed me dubiously, not believing my pretty crappy lie. We were seated immediately and had our orders placed for the kids. The section we were seated in had a number of older couples, all eyeing the triplets warily. Marie was already on edge from her session with Dr. Marcus.

"I call BS," Esme said as she sipped her drink. "Bella, you keep looking at the door, expecting someone to walk in."

I sighed and tugged on my hair. "Promise you won't say anything to Carlisle or anybody else. I'm struggling with what to do," I whimpered.

"I'm not going to make that promise if you're in danger, Bella," she admonished gently. "Or if your children are in danger. Tell me. What's going on?"

"I think my mom's stalking me," I muttered. Shooting Esme a sheepish look, I bit my lip. "Ever since our trip to New York City in February, a black Ford truck has been following me and the kids around. I think. It could be a different truck, but it looks the same."

"Have you called the police?"

"Rose did. They followed up with me while Edward was at work, but since I couldn't really give a description besides a black Ford truck with tinted windows, they couldn't file a report. I don't think the truck has license plates. If it does, it's the temporary kind."

"Is the truck outside?" Esme asked, arching a brow.

"It pulled into the strip mall across the street. But, I don't know if it's the same truck or just a truck that looks like the one that was following me," I said as I twisted my napkin.

The waiter delivered the food, placing the plates in front of the kids. Marie looked at her buttered noodles, scowling deeply. She pushed the plate away. "No curly noodles!" she spat, hitting the table. "Curly noodles are icky!" Marie started sobbing, throwing herself onto the ground. She quickly deteriorated into a massive tantrum. I tried to pick her up but she was kicking and scratching at me.

One of the patrons in our section, walked over to me as I tried to pick up my screaming, sobbing child. "You should be ashamed of yourself," he said coldly. "You obviously don't know how to parent since your brat of a child is having a tantrum like that. You and your unruly kid are ruining my dinner with my wife."

"Oh, don't fucking start," I snarled. "I'm a good parent. Don't be judging me." I stood up, glaring at the older man. "Not that it matters, but my daughter has autism and doesn't have full control of her emotions. Things out of the ordinary cause her to breakdown. For example, curly noodles. She hates them."

"Maybe you shouldn't cater to her every whim," the man growled. "Autism is a crock. What you have is a brat who has no self-control. I should report you to DCFS for child neglect."

"You do and I sue you for slander," I retorted.

"Bitch," the man responded, walking back to his table. He waved down the waiter, who gave me a shocked expression. I managed to get Marie back onto the table but she was still screaming. Esme had arranged to get our meals wrapped up so we could leave. The manager spoke with the asshole who was raising a ruckus. A few moments later, after I paid the bill with cash and was trying to move the kids from the table, the manager approached the table.

"I'm sorry but another restaurant patron has lodged a complaint," he said. "You need to leave. Your child's crying is disrupting the meals of the people in this section."

"That asshole? He threatened to call DCFS on me. My kid has autism. Unfuckingbelieveable," I snarled. I picked up the cash I left the restaurant. I stuffed it into my purse. "Since you're kicking me out, the least you can do is pay for my fucking meal. If you don't, I'll be calling my attorney about this and informing them about you didn't allow me to stay. My daughter has a disability. How would you feel about having that lawsuit? Hmmmm?"

"An acceptable compromise," the manager stuttered out. I glared at him as I carried a squirming, screaming Marie in my arms. I flipped off the jerk who complained about my daughter. He huffed before turning to his wife, who looked embarrassed of her husband. Out in the car, I fastened her into the car seat. David and Lizzie buckled themselves, looking fairly sullen. Esme looked at me sympathetically as I backed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the restaurant. Tears pricked my eyes. I managed to keep it together as I dropped off Esme. I sniffled quietly as I carried a now sleeping Marie into the house with Lizzie and David in tow. I gave them their meals as I tucked in Marie. She'd be down until tomorrow morning.

Lizzie and David had baths, then bed. I read them a story, choosing something light and fun to counteract the somber, melancholy feeling I was experiencing from that man's words. My children told me they loved me and apologized. I frowned at them. "Why are you saying you're sorry? You did nothing wrong."

"That man kicked us out and the old guy was mean," Lizzie said astutely.

"He was mean but he was also very wrong," I explained. "He said things that weren't right because he didn't know the whole situation. Did it hurt me? Hurt Marie? Yes, but we need to move on. However, you need to know that it was not your fault. It wasn't Marie's fault. If anything, that man was at fault because of his prejudice."

"What's poopy juice?" David asked.

"Prejudice is when you look at something and make an opinion without knowing the facts," I said trying to define it terms that my children could understand. "Now, I'm tired. Mommy needs to shower and then go to bed."

"Love you, Mommy," they both chirped. David blew a raspberry onto my cheek before skipping to his bedroom. Lizzie cuddled with me before I got up and kissed her forehead. I checked on Marie who was still down for the count. I showered and climbed into bed. The house phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It was Esme.


"I wanted to see how you were faring," Esme said kindly. "What that man did was abhorrent."

"We're fine. Marie crashed from the emotional turmoil of the day. David and Lizzie apologized, like it was there fault. Oooh, Esme, I was so fucking pissed at him. I'm a good mother. Aren't I?"

"Bella, you're an amazing mother," Esme crooned. "Marie's growth this past few months attests to that. Not many women would walk away from their careers to care for their children. Also, Lizzie and David are angels. Yes, they have their bratty moments but they are loving, well-adjusted, sweet children."

I wiped my cheeks and nodded. Moron, you're on the phone. "Thanks, Esme," I mumbled.

"Now, I'm also calling since we didn't get a chance to finish our conversation," she said sternly. "This truck is obviously following you. You need to tell Edward. Your mother is a few cards short of a full deck and it sounds like she wants something, Bella."

"It's not like she's dangerous, Esme," I said petulantly. "My mom would be too worried about breaking a nail or popping a breast implant."

"She may not be dangerous, but if she's working with someone, they might be. Bella, I love you and I love my grandchildren. I would hate for something horrible to happen to any of you," Esme murmured. "You have until tomorrow to tell Edward, or I will. Your safety is paramount."

I sighed. "I'll tell him when he gets home tonight," I grumbled.

"Good girl," Esme chuckled. "Call me tomorrow and let me know what Edward had to say."

"He's probably going to flip his lid," I cringed. "I'm scared, Esme. What if…what if he leaves me?"

"Bella, that man loves you so much. Will he pissed off? Undoubtedly but he won't leave you or the kids," Esme reassured me. "Trust me."

"Okay," I said, still freaking out about his reaction. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you, Esme. Thank you for…for everything."

"Good night, Bella," Esme said kindly before she hung up the phone. I settled into the bed, watching some bad television until I heard the garage open up about an hour later.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap," I chanted, covering my face with Edward's pillow. "He's going to be so fucking pissed. Motherfucker…I should have told him sooner." I got out of bed and padded downstairs. Edward looked exhausted. His hair was sticking up on end. His eyes were drawn and tired. His suit was hanging on the refrigerator door as he had changed into a pair of scrubs that looked like they had been to hell and back. "Hey, Edward. Everything okay?"

"It's fine," he said wearily, rooting around in the fridge. He found my leftovers. "Can I eat this?"

"Of course," I replied, giving him a small smile. "How was work?" He shot me a look. Apparently, it wasn't good. "What happened? You want to talk about it?"

"Just idiots in the ER. Ren told me about the incompetence down there, but I forgot how bad it was. The nurses are making more decisions, correct decisions, for their patients than their doctors. Ren and the other attendings are up to their eyeballs with madness," he explained. "Additionally, Dr. Gerandy is getting more and more adamant on trying to get his job back, but no one will budge. We need more good doctors in the ER, though. It's a catch-22."

"Can't you post the positions but just not interview, Dr. Gerandy?" I asked.

"That's probably what we're going to do, but we can only hire two doctors. We don't have enough in the budget to hire anymore. We need, at minimum, five more highly qualified doctors. Due to the budget constraints, we're only, probably, able to hire two, barely out-there attendings from mediocre schools," Edward griped, stabbing at my chicken meal.

"Chill, Dr. Masen. What did the poultry do to you?" I giggled nervously.

"Sorry. I'm just stressed out," he said as he pushed my half-eaten meal away. He looked at me and he saw my face. His already distressed visage crumbled more when he saw me. "You look troubled, beautiful girl."

"Ah," I began, chickening out. "I am. I can tell you tomorrow since today has been so shitty for you. Good night." I turned and began walking away. Edward quickly caught up with me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Bella, tell me," he said as he kissed my neck. "We're partners. We shouldn't shoulder the burden of our crappy days on our own, baby. Yes, today sucked for me but obviously something is weighing on your shoulders and you need to talk about it."

"You're not going to be happy," I muttered.


I took his hand and led him to the family room. We sat down on the couch. I nervously played with my wedding set as I formulated the words in my head that I wanted to say to him. I figured I'd start with the ignorant ass in the restaurant. I explained what happened and his face turned red in anger. Not at me, but at the behavior of the guy at the restaurant. Once I was done, he hugged me and said that he was proud of how I handled myself with the asshole. I relished his affection because I knew as soon as I told him about the black truck, he'd get angry. "There's something else, Edward," I said quietly, dropping my gaze to the pattern in the area rug under our couch.

"What, beautiful girl?" He cupped my chin, guiding me to look at him. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"Definitely not," I said, grimacing slightly. "Remember when we came back from New York City and you made some comment about a black truck following us?"


"It's still following us. Or rather, it's following me," I said quickly. "I noticed it for the first time when I went to Rose's place to drop off the baby clothes. I spoke with the police but they couldn't do anything since the people or person in the car didn't approach me. Nor did I have an accurate description."

Edward didn't say anything. He was glaring at me. This is bad. Really bad.

"Today, while I was out with your mom and the kids for Marie's therapy session, I think, think I saw the truck again," I whispered. Distancing myself from him, I waited for the impending explosion. I knew he'd never hurt me but Edward did speak with his hands when he got upset. The explosion never came. I looked back at him and he shook his head. "You're not going to scream and rant, tell me how fucking stupid I am?"

"No, Bella," he said. He pinched his nose and got up. "I'm worried about you, about the kids. I'm pissed off that you waited this long to tell me." Turning toward me, he gave me a grim smile. "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."

"Do you hate me?" I asked in a meek voice.

"Bella, I could never hate you. I love you and I always will. Right now, I don't like you very much, but I love you," he reassured. "I just need to digest what you told me. We can talk more in the morning. I'm not going in until my meeting with the contractors since I pulled a sixteen hour day today."

I nodded, a few tears slipping from my eyes. Edward wiped my cheeks with his thumb before turning to go upstairs. I listened to him putter around upstairs and the door to the guest bedroom close. I ended up curling up on the couch, crying myself to sleep, upset at Edward's cold, standoffish behavior. I'd rather have a blow out that what happened.

The following morning, I woke up to the sounds of my children talking quietly and breakfast being made. Faintly, I could hear Edward talking on the phone. The doorbell rang and the kids shuffled over to the foyer. Esme and Carlisle's voices wafted into the house, saying that they'd drop off the kids on Sunday.


I sat up, trying to rush to say goodbye to my babies. I got tangled into the blanket that was wrapped around me. I crashed onto the ground. "OUCH! SHIT!" I barked as my face came personally acquainted with the floor. The door closed and Edward ran into the family room. I rolled onto my back, grumbling in discomfort.

"Bella? Oh my God! What happened? Are you okay?" Edward asked as he knelt next to me. His hands began probing my head, face and body. "How many fingers?"

"Two," I groaned, sitting up. "Why did you send our children away?"

"We needed to talk and I didn't want to be interrupted," he said as he brushed my hair away from my face. "Let's get you back on the couch." Gingerly, he helped me onto the couch, untangling my legs from the blanket. He went into the kitchen and grabbed an icepack, holding it to my face. I hissed. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I said, taking over in the 'holding' responsibilities. "I wanted to say goodbye. I heard them get ready to leave…"

"I'm sorry, beautiful girl," Edward said as he continued his examination of me. "They wanted to jump on you while you were sleeping. I saw how troubled you were in your sleep and I guided them away from you. I covered you in a blanket, making the decision to call my parents to watch the kids for the weekend while we talk about what happened the past couple of weeks."

"But you could have woken me up to say goodbye," I frowned, my face protesting at the movement. "Ow."

"I figured you needed the sleep. I didn't get home until after midnight, our conversation ended at like one, and the way you were tossing and turning on the couch indicated that you probably didn't get the most restful night's sleep," he explained. "I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to say goodbye and that you tripped over the blanket." He gave me a sheepish but apologetic look. "I should have had them say goodbye."

I nodded, pressing the icepack to my face. Edward finished his examination, proclaiming me clumsy but healthy. I got up to go to the bathroom and inspect the damage for myself. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I saw the beginnings of a nasty bruise on my cheek and some minor swelling around my eye. Wonderful.

Walking out of the bathroom, I wandered to the kitchen. Edward had my cup of coffee on the island along with a bagel, cream cheese and cut fruit. "Thank you," I said, sitting down on the stool. My body groaned in displeasure. "Can I get some ibuprofen, too?"

"Next to your breakfast," Edward chuckled, pointing to the two pills next to my bagel. He finished his own breakfast and sat down next to me. I wasn't really hungry since I was worried about, well, everything. I poked the fruit and tore apart the bagel, not really eating much. "You need to eat, beautiful girl."

"Not hungry," I muttered. A few tears fell onto my cheeks and I pushed my plate away. "I'm so sorry, Edward. I should have told you sooner." Please don't leave me.

Edward turned my chair so he was looking at me. His warm hands gently cupped my face. "Bella, I understand, to a degree, why you didn't tell me. It could have been a fluke. However, it's obviously not. You should have told me after that day with Rose, but the 'should-haves' and stressing over semantics will get us nowhere. We need to focus on making sure that you and our babies are safe. After my meeting with the contractors at the hospital, we're going to the police station, ask them how to proceed. Then, we're going to trade in the Audi to try and do the bait and switch. I'm also tempted to trade in my Volvo. If it is Renee, she knows our cars." Edward looked into my eyes, which were brimming with tears. Tenderly, he enfolded me into his arm. "I'm sorry I was a douche last night, Bella. I shouldn't have acted so coldly to you."

"It's my fault," I said against his chest. "I fucked up. I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. We're a team, beautiful girl." He kissed my hair, holding me closer to his body. "We'll always be a team. I love you and I am sorry for making you feel badly. I was an ass."

"I'd rather you yell and scream than treat me like you did yesterday," I muttered.

"I was just exhausted and then you dropped that bombshell? I didn't know how to react so I figured it would be best to walk away and figure it out," he said, resting his cheek on my head. "Come on, beautiful girl. Finish your breakfast and then we'll take a nap. I know I slept like utter shit. You were also deprived of rest, as well."

"I'm still not really hungry. It looked delicious but I'm too much of a wreck to eat anything," I said dejectedly. Edward nodded, putting some wrap over the fruit and throwing away the destroyed bagel. He helped me off the stool and I hobbled up the stairs with Edward's help to our bedroom. We cuddled up with each other after Edward set his alarm. "I am really sorry about not telling you sooner," I choked out.

"I know, beautiful girl," Edward murmured, kissing my forehead. "I'm sorry about being an asshat. Forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me," I said, giving him a half-hearted smile.

"I forgave you almost immediately, Bella. I was just being a jerk," he replied, swiping his thumb over the apple of my cheek. "Sleep, baby. I'm here and always will be."

"Love you," I mumbled sleepily.

"Love you more, Bella," Edward whispered, curling around me and holding me to his body. Soon, the sound of his heart lulled me to sleep.

When I woke up, Edward was striding into the bedroom, wearing his black power suit and undoing his tie. I rubbed my face, momentarily forgetting that my cheek was bruised. Damn it. "Are you done or leaving for the hospital?" I croaked, sitting up stiffly.

"I just got back. You didn't even budge when the alarm went off," he chuckled. "I had the damndest time trying to get out from underneath you." I scowled at him. "You were holding on so tightly, grumbling about your pillow moving."

"Well, it was. You were leaving," I teased, getting up out of bed. A wave of dizziness hit me, causing me to fall back onto the bed. "Whoa."

Edward rushed over to me, checking my pulse. "Bella, your heart is racing. I'm going to get you something to eat and some water. You will eat it, got it?" he challenged. I nodded and he darted out of the bedroom. A few minutes later, he was back with a protein bar, the fruit from breakfast and water. I nibbled on the snack. My dizziness abated and I felt better with something in my belly. "Better?"

"Yeah. Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I guess I should have eaten breakfast."

"Well, I'll get something of more substance in your stomach after we go to the police station," he said, kissing my lips briefly. "Go shower, beautiful girl and we'll go after that." I nodded and went to wash up. An hour later, we were in my Audi, driving to the police station. Edward had the forethought to call ahead to ensure that Detective Sanchez, one of the detectives from the whole Mike fiasco was on duty. Thankfully, he was with his new partner, Detective Ricketts.

At the police station, we told him all about the black truck and my mom's erratic behavior. There wasn't much that they could do, but they agreed that they'd increase patrols around the house. If I saw the black truck again, I was told to call 911 immediately. Detective Sanchez also agreed with Edward's suggestion of switching cars. He even suggested swapping out the license plates as well. With that, we left with Detective Sanchez and Detective Ricketts' cell phones numbers programmed into our phones, driving to a restaurant. Edward watched the streets like a hawk, seeing if we could put an end to the whole Renee thing right away. Unfortunately, we weren't that lucky.

Dinner was spent discussing what type of car we wanted to get to replace the Audi. I hated to let this car go. When we pulled up to a Range Rover dealership, I knew that trading in my car was really happening. We test drove a few car before settling on the most expensive car on the freaking lot. The Range Rover was gorgeous, in a deep eggplant color with black leather interior. As we finished with the paperwork, the car seats were moved into my new vehicle. We bid adieu to my handy Audi before clambering into the massive purple Range Rover. Once I got settled in the driver's seat, I smirked. "I'm naming it Barney."

"Why Barney?" Edward asked as he began programming my radio.

"Barney…big purple dinosaur?" I snickered.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Only you, beautiful girl."

xx TNC xx

Edward ended up taking the rest of the week off after his meeting on Thursday. We spent Friday with the kids but they stayed with Carlisle and Esme. Edward was adamant on getting some quality time with me. On Saturday, Edward told me to get dressed up nicely and that he was taking me on a date.

So, here I was, sitting in my bathroom, having my head attacked by Alice while Edward and Jasper tried to sort out their differences. "Do you think the boys will get over this petty argument?" Alice asked.

"I hope so. I don't like them not talking to each other," I replied. "Edward is quite surly when he doesn't chat with Jasper. I think Jasper calms him."

"Edward definitely smacks Jasper ass into gear on the opposite end," Alice snickered, fluffing a curl. "God, you've got such wonderful hair, Bella. I'd kill for your hair."

"Uh, random," I giggled.

"Just saying," Alice shrugged. She finished my hair and moved to my makeup. I still had a bruise on my cheek from my tumble with the blanket and floor. Thankfully, it wasn't very deep. Alice was able to cover it with some makeup, not making me look like a drag queen.

"Do you know where I'm going, Ali?" I asked.

"I do, but I'm not telling you," Alice said, giving me a cryptic smile. "Edward said that he wanted to spoil you and that's all you're getting." I frowned, dropping my gaze to my hands. "Hey, why the puss?"

"I don't feel like I deserve it. I mean, I hide something from Edward and he buys me a freaking car and then spoils me with this romantic evening," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bella, he felt awful about he treated you after you told him about the truck. He called me at two in the morning, describing what happened between the two of you. I yelled at him for making you feel like shit. With what you had to deal with Mike and his standoffish behavior, you don't need that again with Edward. My baby brother literally felt sick for acting like that fucktard. I was the one to suggest that he send the kids with our parents so you could talk. Of course, Edward takes it to the extreme and arranges this whole romantic date."

"I still feel guilty over the whole car thing and I feel like I shouldn't be rewarded, but punished," I said, twisting my wedding set on my finger.

"Who says that you aren't going to be punished?" Alice asked, waggling her brows suggestively.

"Alice," I chided.

"You never know," she said. With a flourish, she finished my makeup and guided me to the bedroom. On the bed was a navy blue dress that had capped sleeves and a deep v-neck. I put on my underwear, some sexy blue bra and panty set before I slid on the dress. Alice handed me my jewelry, which was my peacock necklace from the opera along with the coordinating ring. Once I was bedazzled, I swiped on some lip gloss and teetered down the stairs in the heels that Alice insisted I wear. Downstairs, Jasper and Edward were seated on the couch, grumbling over some baseball game. "Apparently, they kissed and made up," Alice giggled.

"I heard that, Alice Whitlock," Jasper snorted.

"Good, you were supposed to," Alice said, ruffling her husband's hair. "Did you apologize for being a jackass?"

"Yes, dear," Jasper smirked. "I really was a jerk that day but we're over it, right?"

"Just don't do it again. I won't hesitate to leave you with all of those children as they are screaming and acting like little ruffians," Edward deadpanned. He looked at me and his jaw unhinged. "Holy fuck."

"And that's our cue," Alice laughed. "Have fun tonight, kids! Don't break too many pieces of furniture." Jasper scrambled up and kissed my cheek before he left with Alice.

Edward stood up and not too subtly adjusted his crotch. I bit my lip, shifting on my feet as he stalked over to me. He stopped a few inches away, running his finger down my jaw and in between my breasts. "Bella, you are exquisite," he purred, wrapping his arm around me. His head dipped and he nibbled along the column of my neck. He inhaled deeply before moving up to kiss my earlobe. "Fuck, we need to go but I just want to rip this dress from your body…"

"Later, Dr. McFuckme," I vowed.

"Now, I know that you're back to normal. My nickname's back," he said, grinning boyishly. "Let's go on our date, Mrs. McFuckme. You're in for a treat." He twined his fingers with mine and led us out to the garage. However, parked in the driveway was a sleek black stretch limo. I looked at him, raising a brow. "It's about an hour away and I didn't want to be separated from you for that long."

"Edward, we just bought a new car," I said, indicating to 'Barney' in the garage. "You're looking at a Saab or something to replace your Volvo."

"Bait and switch, beautiful girl," he said, helping me into the back of the limo. "If Renee doesn't know what type of cars we have, how can she follow us?"

"So, every time she finds out what we drive, we're buying new cars?" I asked dubiously.

"No. I just pray that if we see her or that black truck again, the cops come and pick her up. Problem solved," Edward said as he settled into the seat.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked, playing with his fingers.

"You'll find out when we get there," he said as he kissed my neck. He took out his phone, dialing his parents. I smiled when he handed it to me, giving me time to talk to each of our children. I was grateful for that. I loved my babies very much. The day with them yesterday was perfect but sending them back to Carlisle and Esme's was tough. Not seeing them was even tougher. The one downfall was Marie. She barely said anything on the phone. I spoke with Carlisle after I had talked with the kids and he said that Marie was very, very quiet. Only speaking when asked a direct question and not interacting with her siblings.

I made a mental note to call Dr. Marcus about this. I had a sneaking suspicion that the situation at the restaurant on Wednesday was a factor in her behavior. The guilt I felt about not being with my babies also increased at this new development. I wanted to beg the driver to take us to Carlisle and Esme's home. Edward kissed me senseless and told me that we needed adult time. Yes, our children were important but so was our relationship. That was on the back burner right now and it needed some rekindling.

Ten minutes after we got off the phone with the kids and Edward's adoptive parents, we pulled up to a swanky looking art gallery. On the door was a sign proclaiming that it was closed for a private showing. "Edward, we can't…private showing tonight."

"That's us, beautiful girl," he said as he helped me out of the limo. "We've got some dinner catered in, plus some music, dancing and gorgeous artwork." Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the artist was one of my favorites, showing his oils in this local gallery. Edward and I walked to the entrance, greeted by the manager of the gallery. He led us to the rear of the gallery where a small table with a white linen table cloth was on it with small votive candles scattered all around the table. Next to the table was a tray with our meals, a bottle of champagne and basket of bread.

The manager ducked out of the way. Edward helped me to sit down at the table and he did the same, after opening the bottle of champagne. Pouring each other a glass, we toasted and chatted about Edward's job, my run-in with the jerk from the restaurant and about everything in between. The food we ate was delicious, from an Italian restaurant. The gnocchi melted in your mouth and sauce was just right, the perfect blend of tomato, vodka and cream. For dessert, we shared a cannoli and some pistachio gelato.

Once we were done with our dinner, Edward and I wandered around the gallery, looking at the various paintings. Some quiet jazz pumped through the gallery. Norah Jones' song "Come Away With Me," filled the spacious room. Edward took my champagne glass, placing it on the bench close to us. Slowly, he spun me and held me in his arms. His right arm was secured around my waist while his left hand held my hand against his heart. His lips were attached to my forehead, caressing my skin as we swayed gently to the music.

"I love you, my beautiful girl," he said, brushing his mouth against mine. "I know you're stressed out over Marie and your mom and about everything else, but we needed this."

"You're right but I can't wait until our babies are back," I said, wrapping my arms around Edward's neck. We danced for a few more songs and finished looking at the pieces of art. One really struck my fancy. It was a picture of a couple, walking in a rainstorm under an umbrella. Edward called for the manager, purchasing the painting for our bedroom. It was wrapped up and deposited into the trunk of the limo.

Shortly after that exchange, we thanked the manager and went on our way back home. For the entire ride back to our house, I was on Edward's lap. He was assaulting my neck with his lips and massaging my thigh with his hands. "You smell so good, Bella," he murmured against my skin. "I can't wait until we get home to have my wicked way with you, Mrs. McFuckme."

I groaned, melting in to his arms. He chuckled as he continued nibbling, suckling and kissing my skin. By the time we got home, my panties were thoroughly ruined and I was panting for some sort of release. Edward was outwardly unruffled as he signed for the limo, giving the driver a nice tip. Carrying the painting into the house, we locked up and went up to our room. Edward leaned the painting up against the wall and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I want you," he growled in my ear. "I need you."

"Oh, God," I moaned as his lips found my ear, nibbling lightly. His hands were everywhere. One hand was cupping breast and the other was pulling up the skirt of my tight dress. I could feel the seams groan. "Edward, I happen to like this dress."

"I can't rip it off?" he asked, sucking on my collarbone.

"No," I giggled. "Zipper's in the back."

His hands found the zipper and soon the dress was on the floor. Edward kept massaging my body with his adept hands. I was moaning wantonly, grinding my ass against his cock that was rock hard against my back. "You know what?" he asked as he turned me around. "Empty house."

"Yes, empty house," I said, arching a brow at him. He was moving us toward our bed.

"Empty house means you can be as loud as you want," he smirked, shrugging out of his jacket, followed quickly by his dress shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up. My thighs hit the bed and Edward guided me onto our king-sized bed. His hands pulled on my panties, removing them from my body. "With you being as loud as you want, I can do this," he said as he spread my legs, licking my slit, end to end.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed as I grabbed the bedding.

"Give me about an hour and then I intend to FUCK YOU," Edward snickered as he went back to licking my pussy. "Don't hold back, beautiful girl. Scream, yell, thrust, I want it all."

Your wish, my command, Dr. McFuckme.

I was quite vocal as Edward licked my body, pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands were buried in his hair, encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing. His mouth was both rough and gentle at the same time. His fingers curled inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. Then, he'd soften his movements, nuzzling my folds and kissing my inner thighs. I groaned when he did that, but I knew that when I came, it would be intense.

He wasn't kidding about being down there for an hour. I had, at minimum, three orgasms, screaming like a fucking banshee with each of them. After my three orgasms, Edward got up stiffly and removed his suit pants. I yanked down his boxers and cupped his straining cock. "Bella, baby, I'm about ready to burst. Spending that time, licking your succulent pussy, caused me to get so hard. I need to be inside of you. I need to fuck you." He kissed me deeply, growling against my lips, "On your knees, wife. Ass in the air."

I blinked at him, kind of shocked at his commanding tone. "Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked. I shook my head no and turned around, on all fours. He lightly spanked my ass. I moaned, dropping to my elbows. He smacked my other ass cheek before sliding into my body. There was nothing gentle about our lovemaking. Edward was fucking me and I was okay with that. I never would complain about my sex life with my husband. He was an amazing lover, who always thought of me first.

"Edward," I whimpered. "I'm so close…I don't know how but I'm going to come. Please, please come with me?"

"Oh, baby, I'm so there," Edward grunted as he pulled me up so I was flush with his body. "So tight." His hand gently kneaded my breasts and circled my hypersensitive clit. I turned my head and kissed Edward's lips hungrily. He thrust into me with abandon before he let out a guttural moan, spilling inside of me. We collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Edward was curled around me, idly tracing patterns on my stomach as we returned to earth. "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" Edward asked.

"No," I said as I rolled over to look at him. "I was a bit shocked when you were so commanding. It was very sexy. And the spanking? Kinky."

"Yeah, that's not me," he said, a blush covering his sweaty skin. "Jasper suggested it. Apparently Alice and he are into that shit. Not full on BDSM, but some role play. I prefer our way."

"What's are our way?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Soft, slow, sweet, loving, reverent, special," he said, punctuating each word with a kiss to my skin. With a tender kiss to my lips, he lifted my leg around his hips and slid inside of me again. How in the hell did he get hard so quickly? The second time we made love was exactly as he described. I thought was going to cry from the outpouring of love from my husband.

We came together, breathing each other in. We kissed languidly as Edward softened and eventually slipped out of me. Cleaning up our mess, we crawled into bed and fell asleep, feeling connected, loved and sated.

However, despite our time rekindling our relationship, I couldn't help think that this was the calm before the storm. Something was brewing in the distance and it definitely wasn't good.

A/N: I hope you liked it. This chapter came together pretty easily but I always afraid that I missed something. Anyhow, as stated before, I've planned out the story and there will be thirty chapters plus an epilogue. My goal is to get this story finished by the end of the summer. Now that I know where I'm going, that should be an attainable goal. *Fingers crossed*

Some pictures are on my blog. Link is on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79. Teasers, pic teasers and whatnot are all posted there. If you want to see Bella's dress for the romantic date, check out my polyvore: tufano79.

Next chapter…Rose has the baby! (WOO HOO!) There's also mounting drama with Renee. You'll hear from her in the coming chapter, find out her true intentions with Bella and how she's going to achieve that goal.

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