They survived falling in love and having four (count 'em, FOUR) children. Now, Geekward and Nerdella are parents of teenagers. Say a prayer for them for they are in for a bumpy ride. Kyra is being a brat, displaying actions akin to her uncle who is nearing the end of his life on death row. Owen is a geek, like his dad. Then there is Mia and Masen, the twins. They're still cute and adorable. Well, as cute and adorable as twelve year olds can be.

Let's not forget Alice, Jasper, Adam, and Gianna (the Whitlock's), Justin, Alex and Demetri (the Volturis), Esme and Marcus (the Volturis), Tim, Rose, Ava and Lucas (the Napletons) and our antagonist, Jacob Black. Emmett will also make a brief appearance in this story, too. But he's not causing drama. His final goodbye, as it were.

Up next will be Christmas, anniversary (I promise this time and you can probably go without saying that there will be lemons XD), New Year's Eve and some girly bonding time with Alice, Rosalie, Kyra, Ava and Esme.

Chapter Nine: A Christmas Anniversary to Remember


"Can't we just finish wrapping the Foundation presents with gift bags?" Owen grumbled. "I've got so many paper cuts."

"We don't have any more bags, Owen," Masen replied, trying to make a too small piece of wrapping paper fit on a present. "Plus, we're running out of paper, too. When will Kyra, Mia and Dad be back with more paper?"

"Your dad just texted me and they're on the way back from Target," I said, putting a bow on a girl's present. "We have to finish these for the party at the Foundation in Schaumburg tomorrow. We've got roughly fifty presents to go." My boys groaned. "Oh, hush. The kids at the Foundation don't have all you have, buckos."

"We know," Masen said as he managed to make his present work, putting a frilly bow on top. "It's just the process of wrapping them. Now we know why Dad always puts your presents into gift bags."

"Dad's a smart man, Mase," Owen snickered.

"Mensa material," Masen smirked.

"You two should follow his lead. It'll get both of you good girls," I said. "Your father got me with his sweet, geeky ways."

"Dad is not a geek," Owen scoffed.

"Owen, he does have his geeky moments but it's what makes Dad, Dad," Masen smiled, grabbing a smaller gift and tackling it with the wrapping paper in front of him. "We all have our geeky moments, right Mom?"

"You're right, Mase," I said, kissing his chocolate curls. "I live for my romance novels and get lost in reading. Your father is all about computers and technology. Not to mention music, too. Though, that's a geeky element for me as well."

"Wait a minute. You and music?" Owen asked, his brows shooting to his hairline.

"Yeah. I can play the piano and sing. I've dabbled with a guitar but not too much," I said, looking at Owen. "Didn't you know that?"

"No!" they both laughed.

"I'm assuming you want to hear proof?"

"Yes," they smirked, dragging me away from the table and into the music room. I sat down at the piano and began playing 'Breath of Heaven,' by Amy Grant. I was not as talented as Edward but I was proud of what I was able to do. Now, we are not overly religiously people but the music and melody of the song was beautiful. My boys were enraptured with my singing and I struggled to get to the end of the song. I faltered and Edward's hands took over, giving such a beautiful smile as I finished singing the song with his accompanying me.

"Wow, Mom," Masen smiled. "You're, like, really good."

I blushed and gave my youngest son a timid smile. "Thank you, Masen. I minored in music in college but never really did much with it. It's more for fun and relaxation." Edward's lips found my ear and he murmured his love for me. I snuggled against his body.

"Do you know that song, Daddy? With the cold? It's a duet?" Mia asked, bouncing on her toes. Kyra rolled her eyes but grinned at her sister's enthusiasm.

"When did you guys get back?" I asked.

"Right after you started playing," Edward answered, kissing my cheek, his lips lingering on my skin. He inhaled deeply and low, rumbling growl emanated from him. I elbowed him, giving him a sexy smirk. He palmed my ass. My husband is frisky today. Damn.

"Mom, you're really good," Owen said, his eyes dreamy and his smile genuine.

"Your dad's better," I smiled, elbowing my husband. "Come on, angel. Play, 'Baby, It's Cold Outside.'"

"Yes ma'am," he smiled and began moving his hand easily over the keyboard, playing some smooth jazzy chords. I swayed on the piano bench as Edward accompanied us. The kids sat down and we had our Norman Rockwell moment. It was sweet, amazing and so romantic.

I really can't stay - But baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away -
But baby it's cold outside
This evening has been -
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice -
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry -
Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think -
Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink? - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how -
Your eyes are like starlight
To break the spell -
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir -
Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried -
What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay -
Baby don't hold out
Oh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go - But, baby, it's cold outside.
The answer is no -
But, baby, it's cold outside.
This welcome has been -
How lucky that you dropped in.
So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm.
My sister will be suspicious - Gosh, your lips look delicious.
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical storm.
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Oh, your lips are delicious.
Maybe just a cigarette more -
Never such a blizzard before.

I've got to go home - But, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand -
I'm thrilled when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied -
If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that hold out
Ohhh, baby it's cold outside

"All together now," Kyra giggled. She waved her arms and our children let out a collective 'awwww.'

"You asked," Edward snickered, kissing my hair. "As fun as this was, we've got a ton of presents to wrap for the Schaumburg Foundation Christmas party tomorrow. Can you guys handle that while I help your mom in the kitchen?"

Our children nodded and went back to the kitchen table while Edward and I stayed on the piano bench. "That was fun," I smiled, looking at my sexy but dorky hubby. His hair was artfully disheveled and his eyes were sparkling happily. "How was Target?"

"Interesting. We bought the last of the remaining Christmas paper. It was cheap and kind of cool looking. I figured we'd need it for next year since we've kind of adopted this 'tour' of Foundation Christmas parties the past few years," he smiled, leaning forward to press a slightly chilled kiss to my lips. "Hmmm, you're warm. Another one."

"You're cold," I giggled, threading my fingers into his hair. "Did you press your nose against the car window or something?"

"Nope. Just cold," he said, kissing down to my earlobe. "I love you so much, Bella."

"I love you, too," I breathed. His hands began wandering and I quickly hopped up. "Behave, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Our children are in the kitchen and I know that you are horny."

"I'm a guy. I'm always horny," he smirked adorably.

"Edward," I sighed. "Come on, let's go bake some cookies for this shindig. How many do we need to bring?"

"As many as you are willing bake," he replied, hopping up from the piano bench. "What do you have the ingredients for?"

"I think we have the ingredients for spice cookies, butter cookies, and Oreo balls. But, we'll make the kids put those together. Crushed Oreos and cream cheese, makes a mess of my hands and we have to get my ring cleaned." I made a face and he smiled, kissing my temple. We walked to the kitchen and began working to pull out the ingredients for the cookies. By the time the kids were done with the gifts, Edward and I had finished assembling the butter cookies. I had one cookie sheet in the oven and three more on standby.

The kids worked on making the Oreo balls, though Owen and Masen ate half of the one package of cookies. We had to send Johnny, who was reading a book in the guest room, to get more packages. By dinner time, we had eaten more cookies than anyone should care to admit and done in the kitchen. The cookies were boxed in several Tupperware containers, stacked in the laundry room for the party tomorrow. The gifts were loaded into the car already and all we needed to do was go to the Foundation in Schaumburg for some holiday fun.

For dinner, we decided to take a ride to a small diner in Winfield. I honestly didn't feel like cooking and I wanted to make sure that the kids ate something somewhat healthy since they gorged themselves on Christmas cookies. Plus, I was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep my husband honest with his diet, too. However, he had had it with the 'rabbit food.' He met with his physician and had a repeat blood test for his cholesterol. His diet had helped tremendously but the no-flavor diet was not his cup of tea. He was put on a low dose cholesterol medication and he was able to eat more 'normal' food. Or as he would say, "Shit with flavor. White food is crap."

I didn't blame him, really. Cooking the white food was crap, too. You can doctor poached chicken as much as you can, but it's still poached chicken. Ever since he was put on the cholesterol medication, our meals were much more civilized and Edward didn't want to throw his poached chicken at my head.

xx STTD xx

The next day was a flurry of activity. We were all going to the Schaumburg Cullen Foundation building. And when I say we, I mean the entire Cullen family. Even our adoptive family, as well. We had our family of six, plus two bodyguards, Steve and Johnny. We had Alice, Jasper, Gianna and Adam meeting us at the building. Marcus and Esme were already at the building, putting up decorations with Alex, Demetri and Justin. Finally, Rose, Tim, Ava and Lucas were going to come later in the afternoon. Can you say mass chaos? Trying to organize all of these people, coordinate with the volunteers in charge of the party and not go batshit crazy? I think I gained a few more gray hairs on my head.

"Mom, can I borrow that red agate necklace?" Kyra asked. She was dressed in a green sweater and a black, knee-length skirt with black tights and a pair of black booties. "I've got some earrings but the necklace would be really pretty."

"Sure, baby. It's in my jewelry box," I said as I put in my Belle earrings that Edward got me just because in California. However, they were my favorite earrings to wear because they were small enough to wear everyday but fancy enough to wear with a dress, like I was wearing for this party. It was a red, crepe dress with pleats and a slight a-line skirt. It fit my body, skimming over my saucy lingerie underneath. I knew I probably wasn't going to get any but I still liked to look sexy for my husband.

"Have you heard anything more about that guy, Mom?" Kyra asked, clipping the necklace around her neck.

"Nope," I said, smoothing on some lotion. "I seriously hope he fell off the face of the planet."

"Do you think he'll be at the party today?" Kyra pressed, leaning against the dresser.

"I doubt it," I replied. "There may be fallout afterward. The press is going to be there. Make sure you that you don't get your picture taken, Kyra. I don't want Jacob to know what you look like. Let your brothers and sister know to avoid the cameras. I don't want him to hurt you or your siblings. You hear me?"

"I hear you," she said.

"Good," I sighed, spraying on my perfume. "Nothing can happen to you guys. I don't know…"

"Mom, we're closely protected. Nothing will happen," she whispered, hugging my neck. I sighed, nodding slowly. "When we get back, Thomas invited me to go to this pre-Christmas party at his parents' house. With everything that's happened, I forgot to ask. Can I go?"

"Yeah, you can go, but one of the bodyguards will need to drop you off and pick you up. It's not that I don't trust Thomas. I don't trust Jacob," I frowned. Kyra nodded and kissed my cheek, leaving my bedroom. Edward came out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel. Rolling my eyes, I closed the door. "Do you forget that we have four teenagers in our house? Four. They do not want to see your ass."

"I don't want them to see my ass, but it was hot in there, gorgeous," he pouted.

"Jackass," I snickered. "What are you wearing?"

"Right now? I'm working a white Nautica terry cloth bath sheet with my Tiffany key pendant and platinum wedding band," he quipped, cocking his hip and looking like what he believed to be a super model. I raised a brow, smiling amusedly. "Okay, okay…I'm wearing my black suit with a tie to coordinate with your dress, my sexy wife," he said, kissing my neck.

"Ooooh, I love you in a suit," I purred, giving him a seductive smile.

"Behave, Mrs. Cullen," Edward snorted. "We have to be up in Schaumburg in an hour and a half. I'm still wearing a towel, not to mention an erection. I don't want my kids seeing the monster, if you know what I mean."

"Later?" I asked, biting my lip.

"You and me, we have a date with each other on Christmas Eve. The only thing we need is a handful of candles, you, me, a blindfold, some whipped cream and a bottle of lube. Until then, we're on lovemaking lockdown. But, come Christmas day, you'll be so thoroughly blissed out from all of the loving I'm going to give you; that you'll feel it for days. Weeks even. Who do you belong to, Bella?"

"I'm yours," I said, sliding my hands up Edward's muscular torso. "Who do you belong to, Edward?"

"I'm unequivocally yours, gorgeous," he crooned, pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. My hands shot up to his hair and I moaned. I was pressed against the wall and Edward slid his thigh between my legs. His mouth languidly teased mine as his hands roamed freely over my body. "God, you're so sexy, Bella. I can't wait until tomorrow night. There will be no flat surface that we'll have left unchristened."

"Mom! Can I borrow your black, flat boots?" Mia called through the door.

"Shit," I spat. "Just give us a second, Mia." Hearing my youngest daughter's voice was like a bucket of ice-cold water. Edward sighed, slinking into the closet to put on his suit. I was just trying to catch my breath from that kiss. Blowing out a harsh breath, I picked up the boots that my daughter wanted and opened the door. "Here, sweetie. You can keep them."

"Thanks, Mom," she replied, hugging me. She skipped back to her room, her long brown hair swaying down the middle of her back. She truly was my mini-me, with Edward's smarts and his nose, really. All of my kids were a perfect blend of Edward and me. Kyra had Edward's coloring, especially his eyes, but my hair with a touch of red mixed in. She was a few inches taller than me but had a body similar to Alice's. Kyra was smart but she had to work at it, like me. She loved reading, English and foreign languages. She hated all things mathematical and science-related.

Owen was Edward, plain and simple. My oldest son was tall and lanky, built a lot like Edward. Owen was just a few centimeters shorter that my husband but I could see Edward in Owen. They had the same nose, same jaw, same eye shape, but Owen's eyes were hazel, almost brown. Where Kyra was smart, Owen was brilliant. He was a sophomore taking senior-level classes. We'd already spoken with administration and arranged for some sort of accommodations for his junior and senior year. He'd be at a local college for math, science and English, but at the high school in the afternoon for music, PE and any other elective he decided to take.

Mia, as I said before, was my mini-me. She was petite like me with long brown hair. Her eyes were wide and brown with pale skin and that tell-tale blush. Unlike me, she's athletic and coordinated. So is Kyra, to an extent. If it's choreographed, Kyra is quite graceful. However, walking was always a challenge for Kyra. Just like me. Mia was bright, focused and an absolute genius in art. She actually painted some of the artwork in our family room. It was abstract, colorful and just plain beautiful.

Masen was the youngest of my brood. He was a sweet boy with a big heart. He actually took in a dog when he was in third grade, unbeknownst to us, and gave himself fleas because of the dog. He loved Wrigley with everything that he was. He still loves Wrigley, but we lost the dog a little over a year ago. Out of my four children, Masen was probably the least smart. He tried the hardest out of all them, but his grades were due in part to his constant studying and working on homework. Like Edward, he was as blind as a bat but wore contact lenses. He wanted to use his baby blues to his full advantage. His hair was short, dark and curly. Edward told me that he looked like Emmett as a child, but with a warm, loving heart. Masen was talented musically, but his talent was with his singing and piano playing.

"Gorgeous," Edward said, getting my attention. "You're spacing out, baby."

"Sorry, just thinking," I replied, looking at my sexy hubby. He wore a tailored black suit with a red tie that matched my dress.

"About what?" he asked, tracing a single finger down my face.

"Our children. How lucky we are," I said, snuggling into his arms. "How much I love you."

"We've got a wonderful life, Bella,' he whispered, cupping my cheek. "Yes, we've had our drama. Honestly, more than our fair share, but I wouldn't trade any of it for what I had before I met you. I love you, Bella. That will never change."

"As I love you," I smiled, kissing his lips sweetly.

"We've got to get going, gorgeous," he said, leaning his forehead against mine. I nodded and hugged him tightly before turning to go down the stairs. "Bella, aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?" I asked.

"Shoes, baby," he snickered. I looked down and saw my bare feet with my fresh pedicure with little Christmas trees on my big toes. He walked into the bedroom, picking up the deep maroon pumps I chose for the dress and handed them to me.

"I hate wearing heels," I grumbled, taking the shoes from him.

"You could wear flats," he suggested.

"And look like a midget compared to you? No, thanks. Gigantor," I giggled, slipping my heels on.

"I'm not the only thing that's big," he said, waggling his brows goofily. I smacked his belly and walked downstairs. The kids had loaded up the Range Rover with the cookies ad checked that all of the presents were inside. Johnny was driving Edward, me, Mia and Owen. Steve was taking Edward's Volvo and driving Kyra and Masen since we couldn't fit all in one car.

A forty-five minute drive later, we arrived at the building for the Schaumburg location of the Cullen Children's Foundation. The sign was decorated with twinkling lights and snowflakes. With the help of Demetri, Alex and Marcus, Esme's husband, the cookies and presents were brought inside. Justin helped me out of the car since Edward got pulled aside by some reporters. Carefully, on the arm of my nephew, I teetered into the building. "Thank you, Justin. Your dads have taught you well," I giggled.

"It was Demetri who always said that you should help a woman in need. Seeing those heels, you definitely qualified," Justin smirked. He kissed my cheek. "How are you doing, Aunt Bella?"

"I'm hating these shoes that I'm wearing," I scowled, glowering at my too-high heels. "But, I'm good otherwise. How about you?"

"I'm really good. I want to introduce you to someone special," he said, his eyes alight with happiness I'd never seen. Inside, there was a tall, statuesque woman with sleek black hair and light caramel colored skin. Her eyes were the brightest blue I'd ever seen and she was absolutely gorgeous. "Aunt Bella, this is my girlfriend, Meghan. Megs, this is my Aunt Bella."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said in a warm, slightly raspy voice. "I've heard nothing but amazing things about you and your family." She held out her hand and I shook her hand.

"Welcome to the craziness," I snickered, hugging her politely. "Justin must really like you if he's subjecting you to this."

"Originally, he decided he didn't want me here since it was everyone in his family, but after some convincing, I told him that I wanted to meet his amazing family and that nothing can scare me away," she said, giving Justin a wink. "I've met Alex."

"He's a force of nature," I smiled.

"A hurricane force of nature," my husband chuckled. "Justin, thank you for helping my beautiful wife out of the car. You look good, son." He kissed Justin's cheek.

"Uncle Edward, this is my girlfriend, Meghan," Justin blushed.

"Nice to meet you, Meghan. I'm Justin's Uncle Edward, resident nerd extraordinaire," Edward smiled crookedly.

"You may be a nerd but you're my idol," Meghan said, shaking my husband's hand eagerly. "I'm a business major and I've done research of Whitlock Technologies and its amazing business plan and record number of patents owned by one single company."

"That is true," Edward said, a pink flush covering his cheeks.

"Megs, relax. You're making my uncle uncomfortable," Justin said, twining his fingers with hers.

"Sorry, Mr. Cullen," Meghan said, looking down at her shoes.

"What do you want to do with your business degree, Meghan?" Edward asked.

"I'm only a sophomore, like Justin. I haven't thought that far ahead," she responded quietly.

"Well, if you need to do an internship, give me a call," Edward smiled, giving Meghan a card he kept in his wallet. She beamed, nodding excitedly. Justin looked over-the-moon thrilled that Edward had accepted his girlfriend so easily. "Now, if you'll excuse us. We have to drop off our coats and get ready to party with the best of them."

Edward guided us away from Justin and Meghan. We took off our coats and dropped them in the administrator's office and walked toward the open gym where there was a massive Christmas tree and holiday decorations adorning every surface that wouldn't move. There was a podium located in the center of the room with a microphone. Edward grumbled that he had to make a speech but the squeals of happy children, their parents and our family were worth it.

"You ready for this, Edward?" I asked, squeezing his fingers.

"No. I hate talking in public," he grumped. "But it's a part of the territory." He looked around the room and so many kids were here. They needed this Foundation. The classes, free counseling, art therapy and music programs were invaluable for these children and their families. "Stand next to me, Bella."

"Okay, baby," I said as I twined my fingers with his. Together, we walked to the podium and the crowd automatically quieted down. I stood next to Edward, but away from the podium.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Edward said smoothly. "And happy holidays. First off, thank you to the volunteers who worked tirelessly to pull together this wonderful holiday gathering for the children and families here in the Schaumburg area. I've never seen a tree this big." People laughed and Edward relaxed, slightly. "Now, you know my philosophy about the Cullen Children's Foundation. It's plastered everywhere. This place is a safe haven for children and their families. It's a place where kids can explore their interests without being ridiculed by their peers. It's a place for families to meet and discuss problems and issues pertinent to their children. This place is and always will be my dream for kids.

"Anyhow, today is a time for fun, food and presents. There is enough food to feed a small army thanks to the talented cooks and bakers, which include my beautiful wife, Bella and my wonderful mother, Esme Volturi."

"What about us? We helped," Kyra snickered.

"Okay, my children helped, too. The Oreo balls, they were made by them," Edward smiled crookedly. "We have enough presents for each child here. The presents with the pink or red bows are for the girls. The presents with blue or green bows are for the boys. On the tag, there is an age-range for each present, as well. Take one present at first. If there are any left over, we'll open it up for 'seconds.' Thank you for spending part of your holidays here at the Foundation and we truly appreciate you and wish you and your families a safe and happy holiday. Thank you."

The crowd applauded, congratulating Edward. He blushed, ducking his head shyly as a small jazz band that was put together from the kids in the Foundation began playing some jazzy carols. Edward took my hand, lacing our fingers together and we wandered among the families. A lot of the parents wanted their picture taken with the famous Edward and Bella Cullen. We happily obliged but after an hour of pictures, my face hurt from smiling so much and I had a permanent floating dot in my vision from the flashes.

Roaming around the room was our friend and resident photographer, Victoria. Her red hair was now artificially colored with some artistic highlights. Her face was framed with some funky glasses but she still wore all black and a knowing smirk. She was taking photos for the Foundation's website along with photos for the Schaumburg building itself. She sauntered over to us, giving us a hug. "Great speech, Edward," she said.

"Thanks, Victoria. How are the photos coming?" he asked.

"Some really cute photos. Oh my God, there were these twins that were so adorable when they opened up a pair of matching American Girl dolls," she said, flipping through her screen on her massive camera. "Cute, yeah?"

"Oh, those curls," I crooned.

"I know. Perfect ringlets," she chuckled. "Anyhow, I was wondering if I could get a picture of you and all of the guests in front of the Christmas tree with your family."

"Will it be published?" Edward asked.

"I'd like to put it on the website," she replied.

"We'd prefer to not have our children in it, then," I said. Victoria arched a brow. "We're dealing with a situation, really. Just prior to meeting Edward when we started dating, I was dating this guy, Jacob. Now, he's kind of gone off the deep end."

"You're so glossing over it," Edward sighed. "He's obsessed with my wife. With each new set of publicity photos that we put out for the Foundation, Jacob has attacked, maimed or fucked up some girl. I do not want my children to be on the internet or the news or anywhere that Jacob can see their faces. He could use them to get to my wife. Or he could hurt them. I can't have that, Vic."

"Okay, I get it," she said. "Can I take the pictures with the kids and not publish it until after the situation with this Jacob guy has blown over?"

"That seems fair," Edward conceded. He bit his lip and looked at me. "Are you doing anything on Christmas, Vic?"

"Nah. My boyfriend is in Australia shooting some movie and I don't want to drive to Minnesota to visit my parents," she shrugged. "Why?"

"Perhaps you can come to our house for Christmas and maybe, just maybe take a new family photo?" Edward pleaded, smiling adorably.

"Do I have to bring presents?" Victoria asked, arching a brow.

"God, no," I said. "We only exchange presents with the kids. The adults…we drink. Heavily."

"Ooooh, I think I may want to become a permanent fixture at the Cullen Family Christmas," Victoria quipped. "Where?"

"It's at my parents' place in Naperville," Edward said. He whipped out his phone and sent Victoria a text. "I just texted you the address. All you need to bring is yourself, your fancy camera and a smile."

"I'll one up ya. I'll bring a bottle of single malt scotch, eighteen years old," she smiled. "It's as old as your oldest kid."

"Done!" Edward beamed. "I'll round up the troops and we'll take the picture for the Foundation. You can send it to the administrator, stating the can frame it and post it here at the building, but due some legal mumbo jumbo, can't post it on their website just yet."

"Got it. I'll be clear when I send it off to them," Victoria nodded. "I'm going to set up. If you could get the shorter ones in the front, taller people in the back and you two, along with your family in the middle."

Edward gathered everyone at the Christmas tree. It was nearly two hundred people. Edward and I were in the middle with Kyra and Masen on Edward's right and Owen and Mia on my left. The rest of the crew, including Rose, Tim, Ava and Lucas filled in all around us. The photos were done after fifteen minutes, including some goofy silly ones where we made funny faces. The party began fizzling out after the photo. All of the presents were claimed. The cookies were gone and we all were ready to head back to our home to get ready for Christmas Eve and our anniversary.

Though, personally, I was looking forward to the latter.

xx STTD xx

Christmas Eve was always held at our house after Owen's birth. Part of it was due to Owen being sick that first Christmas he was born. The second part was that we knew we needed time for ourselves on our anniversary. Once the twins were five and old enough to spend the night with Nana and Papa, our anniversary love fest began.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love my babies. I do. Truly, I do, but it was my love for Edward that made those babies. In order for us to maintain our love, we needed time for us. Early morning sex, rushed blowjobs, and clandestine car sex does not make a healthy sexual relationship. So, we had at least three times after the twins' fifth birthday each year that we had the house to ourselves: Christmas Eve, Edward's birthday and my birthday.

Christmas Eve usually happened in the afternoon so that the evening and night could be for Edward and me. After eating Marcus' traditional fish salad and linguine and clam sauce, the kids opened one present each. The rest of the presents would be opened when we arrived on Christmas Day. After the presents were opened, the kids grabbed their bags and loaded up in Marcus' SUV. With kisses and hugs, our children left with Esme and Marcus. Even the security detail was leaving for the evening. Steve bitched nonstop, but when his dad said that he was going to be in town with his mom, we all but encouraged him to spend time with his own family.

I turned to my husband once my in-laws had backed out of the driveway. His eyes were lust-filled, with a strong undercurrent of love and devotion. "We better get inside, Mrs. Cullen. I don't want to ravish you on our front stoop."

"It's twenty degrees out," I giggled, taking my husband's proffered hand.

"I need you that badly," he smirked, tugging me into the house. Twilight had descended and the house was empty. The Christmas tree lit up the music room and another in the family room. No kids. No security. Just me and Edward. He closed the door and caged me with his arms. "I love you, Mrs. Cullen."

"I love you more, Mr. Cullen," I whispered.

His slightly cold hand cupped my cheek and he stared into my eyes. Slowly, his thumb rubbed across my lips. I whimpered, putting my own hands on his ass. I pulled him closer to me. There was virtually no space between us. We were just staring into each other's eyes, breathing each other's breath and relishing the possibilities of our anniversary. "Kiss me, Edward," I pleaded.

"Once I kiss you, I won't be able to stop," he murmured, dragging his fingers over my lips.

"I don't want you to stop. I need you, angel," I said, slipping my hands underneath his cashmere sweater. "I'm aching for you."

He smiled softly before pressing his mouth against mine in the sweetest kiss. His hands moved down to my ass and he picked me up. My legs automatically latched around his waist as he carried us into the music room. The piano was closed and I found myself perched on top of the black lacquered instrument. "Hearing you play, Bella…God, it was so difficult to not take you on the piano, but the kids…"

"Would have been scarred for life," I giggled, kissing down his neck.

"The kids aren't here now and I can do what I imagined when I heard you sing," he purred, slipping his now warm hands underneath my red sweater and pulling it over my head. "Take you on the piano."

"Oh, yes," I whimpered. He smiled, leaning forward and kissed me deeply. His mouth was caressing mine with a power and insistence that heady and needy. Gently, he pushed me back and ran his fingers up and down my heated skin. I was writhing with need, desperately wanting his hands on my flesh.

"So, beautiful, Bella," he said as he traced his fingers along the swell of my breasts. I wore a red lacy push up bra and my boobs looked amazing. "But, I need more, baby." His sure hands moved to button of my black dress pants. Expertly, he flicked them open and eased them over my hips, leaving me nearly naked on the piano. I was bared on his piano, wearing nothing but my red bra and matching red lacy thong panties. "Very nice, Mrs. Cullen. Did you buy this for me?"

"I picked it out with Rose in California," I said.

"I love it," he crooned, kissing torso. "It's fucking sexy, Bella." He left open-mouthed kisses all along my belly and just underneath my bra. He looked so good with his mouth on me. His pink lips were leaving a trail of heat and arousal. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me.

He tugged on my arms and sat me up. Hungrily, he pressed his mouth to mine as his hands found the clasp of my bra. "I want to see my gorgeous wife," he whispered against my mouth. He removed the bra from my body, tossing it onto the ground. His hands found my breasts, cupping them roughly. His mouth moved down my skin until he reached the pebbled peaks of my nipples. Using the tip of his tongue, he toyed with my nipples, sucking and biting them. I whimpered, arching my back to push more of my tit into his mouth. I skimpy panties were downright drenched with my arousal as Edward teased my breasts.

Tenderly, he guided me back to the piano, handing me a pillow to lay on. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. We weren't as young and as, um, resilient as we used to be. Hell, I was shocked that he picked me up at the door.

Edward's mouth was back on my skin and he was kissing my torso. His hands were gliding over my skin. I arched my back wanting more. He smiled up at me and nipped at the sensitive flesh just above my panties. His hands were massaging my thighs, but not removing my panties. I really wanted those panties gone. You know? I wanted to feel him. I wanted his tongue in my pussy. "Stop teasing me so," I breathed, looking down at him.

"It's not teasing when you plan to follow through," he said as he moved his hands closer to the waistband of the panties. He spread my legs and nuzzled my folds through the soaked lacy fabric. "So wet, Bella. Who makes you this wet?" He swiped his tongue along my slit that was covered by the panties. I could feel it and my hips bucked at the feeling.

"You do," I whimpered. "Fuck, Edward, I need you!"

"What do you want, my needy girl?" he growled, nibbling on the crotch of the panties, but not moving them so I could feel his tongue on my aching core.

"Your tongue. Your cock. Your finger. Anything!" I begged. "Please, baby. Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely," he purred, pulling the panties aside and giving my pussy a teasing lick. I moaned, falling back onto the piano. "You'll get my tongue and fingers down here but upstairs, I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Cullen."

"All of me?" I asked, arching my brow.

"Yes, baby," he said as he tore the panties from my body. I gasped and watched as he eagerly began feasting between my legs. His eyes were staring at me as his tongue slid the entire length of my slit. My legs were thrown on either side of his head and splayed open as far as they would go. I was bared for him. His mouth was on my most intimate place, bringing me untold pleasure. His tongue was flicking my clit and he eased two fingers inside of my pussy. He curled his fingers up and I arched off the piano. He growled, removing his fingers and sliding one into my ass. His tongue moved from my clit and to my entrance. He kissed my sex like he kissed my mouth. His left hand was slowly pumping in and out of my ass while his right thumb was languidly circling my clit. "You taste amazing, Isabella. I love licking your pussy," he growled.

"I love your tongue in me," I panted, grinding my sex into his face. "I love tasting myself on your lips after you've licked my pussy, Edward. We taste amazing together."

"That's why I love doing this after we've made love," he murmured, kissing my inner thigh. "I can taste your pussy and my arousal coming directly from the source. We do taste amazing together."

"Make me come, Edward," I begged. "Please, make me fucking come all over your face."

"You don't have to ask me twice," he snarled, devouring the slick flesh between my legs. His tongue was everywhere. His fingers were everywhere. I was moaning loudly, undulating with the same rhythm of his tongue. He had removed his fingers from my ass and slid three inside of my pussy, curling them upward while he flicked my clit with his tongue. That combination always managed to get me off and get me off quickly. Not to mention, explosively. I'd seriously have an out-of-body experience whenever he did that. Edward clasped my hand with his as he kept his mouth on me. I was panting, writhing and begging for release on top of the piano. Based off of the feelings I was experiencing in my belly, in my pussy and my heart, my orgasm was going to be massive. When Edward growled between my legs, that's when I started to lose it. My pussy walls began clenching and my breath was coming out in harsh pants.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I chanted, having little control over my body. "More!" His hand moved faster and harder inside of me. My fingers twined into his thick hair as I jackknifed off the piano as my orgasm was washing over me with tides of extreme pleasure. Edward kept his mouth on me as screamed in ecstasy. Only when I collapsed on the piano, boneless and sated, did he remove his lips from my clit and slid his fingers out of my body. He kissed back up my torso, grinning boyishly before crashing his mouth against mine. I moaned lowly when I tasted my release on his tongue, relishing our combined flavors. His arms wrapped me up and he picked me up off the piano. I squeaked.

"We're not done yet, Mrs. Cullen," he said as he strode out of the music room. He carried me easily up the stairs and into our bedroom. The only light that was on was a small Christmas tree on our dresser. Edward placed me on our bedspread and he covered me with his body. Our mouths were still attached and I was lovingly tasting his skin. Once I felt the bedspread, I pulled up his sweater. He finished removing it and tossed it onto the floor, crawling up onto the bed with me. He fell into the cradle of my thighs; his arousal evident as it strained against the zipper of his corduroy pants. Feeling that, renewed my arousal and I clumsily fumbled with Edward's belt. I pushed him onto his back and kissed down his muscular, tattooed chest. "Bella, I want to be inside of you when I come, baby."

"Just let me have one taste," I winked, unbuttoning his pants and easing them, along with his boxer briefs over his hips. His cock smacked his belly as I removed his clothes. I licked my lips as I stared at Edward's leaking arousal. "One taste, Edward." I slowly ran my tongue along the length of his enormous cock. Looking up at him, I swirled my tongue on the sensitive head and he moaned.

"Bella, I need to be inside you. Please, let me make love to you," he pleaded.

"No," I said simply, crawling up his lithe body. "I want to make love to you." His eyes twinkled and he smiled crookedly. That smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a wanton moan as I slid down the length of his glorious cock. Our fingers twined together and I slowly and tauntingly began swiveling my hips. Feeling his body inside of me was nothing I'd ever imagined. When we made love the first time, I was blown away with that feeling of being home. Each time we made love, that feeling rekindled itself, a thousand-fold.

"My beautiful Bella," Edward whispered in the darkness, watching me slowly ride him. "You are a vision of perfection, gorgeous. Everything about you is…I love you, so much."

"I love you more," I murmured, rotating my hips. He moaned and moved his hands to my breasts. His thumbs ran across my nipples as I took him deeply inside of my pussy. His eyes were trained on my breasts in his hands while his jaw was opened slightly. "Do you like touching me, Edward?"

"Your skin is like silk and feeling your body respond to me…it's pure heaven, my Bella," he said reverently, sitting up to take one of my breasts into his mouth. I groaned, tangling my hands into his hair. His arms banded around me, guiding my movements on his cock. His mouth was on my breast, nipping and suckling on my nipple. Feeling his mouth on me and his cock pulsing inside of my pussy, I was drenched, coating him easily with my arousal. The sound of our coupling was erotic and juicy. "I can feel your body hugging my cock, my sexy girl. You're close."

"Mmmhmm," I said, leaning forward to press my head against his. "With you. I want to come with you."

He smiled wickedly, taking his middle finger and dragging it along my lips. I sucked it inside of my mouth, making it nice and wet. With a pop, his finger was released. As he kissed my lips hungrily, his finger slid inside of my ass, causing my body to quake. "We're not done tonight, my Bella," he panted against my lips. "I do want to fuck you and I want to make love to your pretty little ass."

"Yes," I pleaded. "God, I want you inside of me forever."

"Me, too, baby," he grunted as his hips began thrusting, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of my pussy. "I want to feel your pussy come, baby. I'm fucking close, Mrs. Cullen. Please, please, please come with my dirty girl."

"Fuck my ass harder with that finger, Edward," I demanded, pulling on his hair with a sexy sneer. He growled and he added another finger inside of me. I moaned, feeling my arousal on his legs and between mine. I was losing control. Edward was falling with me, his mouth moving hungrily on my chest, sucking on my breasts and fucking my ass. "Oh, GOD! Edward, I'm gonna come."

"I know, my gorgeous girl," he snarled against my skin. "Cover me. Come all over my cock, baby. I want to feel you. Come, Bella. COME NOW!" I screamed, scratching my nails down his back as my body indirectly responded to his harsh and sexy command. "Fuck, baby! That's it. Oh my Bella," he chanted as he withdrew his fingers from ass and he held me tight as I slowly came back from the heavens which was my orgasm. I slumped against Edward who fell back onto the pillows. He slipped out of me and he idly scratched up and down my back. "It never gets old, baby."

"Nope," I giggled. "My love for you only grows, Edward."

He smiled, kissing my forehead. "I'm so happy right now, gorgeous."

"Me, too. Sweaty, but happy," I snickered.

"I think a bath is in our future, my dirty girl," he laughed. "Then, I have to give you your anniversary presents."

"Bath then gifts," I said, snuggling closer to his sweaty body.

"Bella, in order to get the bath going, you have to get up," he said, smacking my ass slightly.

"In a minute," I said, kissing his neck softly. "You're comfy."

"You're hot," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "And I'm not talking good looking. You're like hot and making me even hotter."

"Killjoy," I growled, trying to get up but he held firm. "Jackass, you said you were hot."

"Just because I said I was hot didn't mean that I wanted you to move," he said, caressing my cheek with his hand. "I'm so lucky, Bella. Happy anniversary, love. Eighteen years. Can you believe it?"

"I can. It's easy when you're in love with your best friend," I said as I rolled off him. "Come on, baby. Let's take a bath." He took my hand and we went into the bathroom. Our bath was quiet and filled with secret giggles and murmurs of love. Edward truly was my best friend. He was the one person that I didn't need to pretend with. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. The love had for my husband encompassed my whole being. I loved my children; I'd die for them, but Edward…he was my soul. He owned me. And these three nights, our anniversary and our birthdays that we had to ourselves, we rekindled that love.

We got dressed…well, kind of. I put on a blue baby-doll nightie that left little to the imagination and Edward put on a pair of sleep pants. We went downstairs where we both kept our anniversary presents. I'd completely geeked out on my hubby. With the pending patent acceptance for his tricorder, I'd found a bunch of Star Trek memorabilia, including an original series tricorder. In his office, he had his Star Trek shrine and it would fit perfectly in it.

We ate a snack before going into the family room to open our presents for each other. I handed Edward the massive box filled with his anniversary present. "I hope you like it," I blushed. "Well, not 'it' but yeah. Just open it."

"Should I be worried?" he snickered, tearing into the large box. "It won't give me fleas, will it?"

"No. God, I still can't believe that. Four years later and our son brings home a flea-ridden dog. Only Masen," I giggled.

"He loved that dog," Edward said as he shook the top off the box. "When do you think he'll be ready for another one?"

"Soon, is my guess," I shrugged. "I was in his room, grabbing some whites to wash and his laptop was open to a local animal shelter, specifically large breed dogs. He wants something big."

"Oh my," Edward groaned. He peered into the box. "Damn, you wrapped all of them?"

"Keep you guessing, SGD," I said, arching a brow. He rolled his eyes and plucked the smallest box off the top. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing a pair of Star Trek cuff links.

"Wow, these are cool," he said, looking much younger than his forty-nine years. "I'm wearing them tomorrow for Christmas."

"I'm glad you like them," I beamed. "There's a lot more."

"You spoil me, gorgeous," he said, giving me a wry grin, picking up the next box. "Awfully light, baby?" I bit back a laugh as he opened the slender box. He pulled out a pair of bright blue knee socks with the word 'Geek' written on the side in orange lettering. "Really?"

"At least I got it right," I smirked.

"You did." He took the socks and pulled them on his feet, posing like a very nerdy supermodel.

"I think you should wear those the next time we make love," I teased.

"You make fun, but watch…they will be me on my body when I fuck you, Mrs. Cullen," he grinned, sitting down gracefully on the couch. The next thing he opened up was the communicator. He gave me a sloppy kiss for that one, darting up to his office and putting it on his Star Trek shrine.

"Stay standing," I said, handing him the next present. "You'll be going back up to your office after you open this one."

He arched a brow and ripped off the paper. His jaw came unhinged when he saw one of the original series tricorders. From the actual show, mind you. I had papers that showed its authenticity and even received an autographed copy of one of the scripts. It was included in the bundle that I bid on Ebay. "Is this…?"

"Yep," I said smugly, giving him a wide smile. "The patent is going to come through for your tricorder, which looks a lot less like that and more like the communicator; so I thought it would be fitting to have the original for your shrine."

"It's not a shrine," Edward said as he gazed at the piece of Star Trek history.

"It's a shrine, Edward," I deadpanned. "You have the same chair that Captain Picard sat in for your office chair and you've got a wall dedicated to your Star Trek memorabilia. It's a shrine."

"It's not a shrine," he smirked, giving me a narrowed look.

"Shrine, baby. Deny it all you want. If I take a picture of said shrine, posting it on Facebook, people would agree with me. But, I'm not," I said. "Do you like it the tricorder?"

"This really cool," he said, hugging it to his bare chest. "And the script? 'Troubles with Tribbles?' Classic Star Trek. You're the best wife ever."

"I'm your only wife ever," I said, arching a brow.

"Technicalities," he said, darting back upstairs. He took longer to come down but when he did he gave me a goofy grin. "Thank you, gorgeous."

"You've got one more," I smiled.

He peered into the box and lifted out the wrapped frame. This one took a lot of time and effort. With the help of the kids, Esme and Victoria, we created a collage of pictures spelling our last name. We used everything that was important to Edward, to me and to our family. Underneath the collage, we included a single photo of each of us and one of our family, minus him. When he picked up the long box, he knew it was fragile and obviously heavy. Gingerly, he unwrapped the present, revealing the five photos that were going underneath the collage. He smiled softly as he looked at the photographs of his four children and of me. Once he got to my photo, his face broke into a radiant grin as he caressed the cheek of my picture. The family photo, Edward gave a guffaw. It was a standard pose but we all were wearing shirts that had synonyms for the word 'geek' and wore glasses. The final photo was the collage and he beamed excitedly. "This…this is amazing, Bella," he said, pulling the frame out of the box. "This is so going up in my office at work. Who took the pictures? When?"

"Victoria took the pictures and that shoot was when Kyra had her senior photos taken," I explained. "After we took these, Victoria took her senior photos, one of which is sitting on your desk at work currently."

He carefully put down the photos and crossed over to me. He sat down on the couch, pulling me over his lap. His warm, large hands cupped my face and he smiled at me with the sweetest of grins. Tenderly, he kissed my lips softly and hugged me to his body. "Thank you, Bella," he whispered against my hair. "I love all of it. I love you. You truly spoil me."

"Pot meet kettle," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He snickered, rubbing his hands along my back, lifting my blue baby doll nightie. "God, another thong? Bella, you are truly trying to kill me with sex," he groaned. "Before I get too riled, I may as well give you your present, my gorgeous wife." He moved me off his lap and handed me a gift bag. A large gift bag. "They're not individual wrapped like yours, but there are five presents in the bag for you, Mrs. Cullen."

I smiled eagerly, throwing the mounds of tissue paper out of the bag. The first thing I pulled out were a set of leather-bound, embossed journals. This was a given for us. Edward got me journals for every present since I write in them daily. The covers were a sable brown with my name, 'Isabella,' pressed into the leather with a frilly, girly script. "They're beautiful, Edward. Where do you find these?"

"I got these at some paper store in Oak Brook Center. They were specially ordered and made for you, gorgeous," he said, taking my journals and placing them on the cocktail table.

I kissed him before reaching into the bag again. The next thing I pulled out was a small plastic container. It was a set of magnetic words. "The Writer's Remedy? So awesome! I could have used this with the rewrite for The Charmed Ones," I giggled. As I was giggling, I reached into the bag and nearly fell off the couch when I grabbed a pair of the same socks I got Edward, but instead of the word 'geek,' they were emblazoned with the word 'nerd.' Plus, the socks were purple with bright pink writing. "Great minds, Mr. Cullen."

I stuffed my feet in them and stuck my legs out straight, putting them on his lap. "I like yours better," I snickered, wriggling my toes.

"The next time we make love, you better wear them," he joked, tickling my toes. I squeaked, bringing my feet back to my body. I gave him a playful scowl. "You've got two more, baby. These are more…sentimental and, um, expensive."

I reached into the bag and took out two leather boxes. One was small and looked familiar. It was the same box that my earrings that Edward bought for me at Harry Winston came in. Another box was long. "Edward…" I chided gently.

"Hush, I love you and I want to spoil you," he said, pushing both boxes closer to me.

"Which one should I open first?" I asked.

"Um, that one," he said, pointing to the longer box. I put the smaller box on the couch and opened the longer box. Nestled on top of the navy blue velvet was a bracelet that shimmered with cushion-cut diamonds surrounded by pave round stones, alternating with round diamonds surrounded by pave round stones, as well. It glittered magically from the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, gently fingering the sparkling gems. "It's too much, but absolutely gorgeous."

"I'd like it if you'd wear it on New Year's Eve at Tim and Rose's party," he blushed.

"I'd be honored, baby," I said, kissing his lips. He smiled crookedly and put it on the table, handing me the smaller box. "Did you get this while we were in California?"

"Yeah. I really liked the meaning of it," he said, pulling me into his lap. His warm hand found my bare ass and he massaged it gently as I opened the tiny box. I gasped, staring at the ring that I loved but didn't want to say anything, fearful that Edward would buy it for me. However, he did, regardless. "It's an infinity symbol." He plucked it out of the jewelry box and slid it on my right hand. "It represents how long I'll love you, Bella. Forever isn't enough."

I sniffled, staring at the gorgeous ring on my right hand. I got Edward toys and he buys me jewelry. With meaning! God, I suck.

"Don't cry, gorgeous," he said, guiding my face to stare at his. "I loved your gifts. They were adorable and cute and perfect."

"Toys, Edward…"I grumped.

"Priceless collectibles," he corrected, kissing my lips sweetly. His eyes were sparkling but soon they darkened. His mouth found mine again and it was something more. My fingers flew to his hair and he straddled my body over his legs. His hands were everywhere. No part of my exposed skin was untouched by his hands. "Bella, my Bella," he chanted, kissing down my neck. "I love you so much, baby. I need you."

"You have me," I panted, rocking against his growing arousal.

"I want to show you how much I appreciate my priceless collectibles," he said, nipping at my neck. He tugged on the straps of my nightie and it fell down my body, revealing my naked breasts. The nightie was tossed onto the ground and Edward eased his sleep pants over his hips. My husband was commando and his rock-hard cock slapped his stomach. I shimmied out of my panties and slid down his cock. I was already drenched and when I was this turned on, we didn't need lube. I wanted my husband to fill me in every way. Languidly, I wriggled my hips and eased him out of me. He grasped his dick as I inched forward, spreading the globes of my ass. "Slowly, Bella."

The head of his cock touched my puckered skin of my other entrance. I whimpered as I relaxed, allowing him to ease inside of my ass. "Edward," I murmured as I took him as deep as I could. "My GOD, I love you."

"As I love you, gorgeous," he said as his hips began thrusting slowly in me. He controlled our movements, grunting lowly as he languorously filled me with his cock. My breasts bounced as he thrust. I grunted along with him, wanting more. "Play with your pussy, Bella. I want to see those fingers make yourself come as I fuck your ass."

"Holy hell," I moaned as I reached between us. My fingers were covered with my arousal, seeping down Edward's legs. Edward's forehead was pressed to mine, staring as my hand was circling my clit. Using his other hand that wasn't bracing my back, he slid his fingers inside of me and I damn near exploded. His cock in my ass, his fingers in my pussy, his sweet breath caressing my lips and his carnal expression?

"You're so wet, Bella. I've never felt you this wet," he purred, kissing my mouth. "What makes you this wet, baby?"

"You. Fucking. My. Ass," I growled, pawing at his hair. "Harder."

"Like this?" he asked, thrusting up powerfully.

"Ungh! More!" I begged. "Make me come, Edward."

His hips bucked against me, forcing him deeper inside of my body. His fingers were moving in conjunction with his thrusts and yeah, I was going to come. The coil in my belly was wound tightly, ready to spring. "Fuck, Bella. I'm so close. You better fucking come with me."

"Yeah, baby," I whimpered, rocking back against him. "Oh, GOD! Fuck! Edward! Please! Faster, baby!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he grunted, pounding in me before letting out a guttural roar, filling me with his release. My pussy clamped down on his fingers and my release coated his belly, my fingers and unfortunately, our couch. Edward slumped back on the couch and I fell forward on him, completely boneless. His hands were gliding over my back. "We need to take another bath, gorgeous."

"We need to clean the couch, angel," I giggled. I heard him huff and he tightened his hold on me. "Thank you for my beautiful presents, Edward."

"Thank you for my priceless collectibles," he smirked, kissing my head. "And we wore our socks as we made love."

"We did, baby," I said, curling up on his chest. "You're my geek."

"You're my nerd," he sighed, pressing his cheek to my hair. "I love you, Bella. Happy eighteenth anniversary."

"I love you more, Edward." We sat there for a few minutes before we got up to clean up our messes. Thankfully, our couch was leather and was easily cleaned up. Once the family was presentable (and sprayed with Febreeze…it smelled like sex), we went upstairs to our bedroom. In our bed, we made love slowly and reverently, reconnecting as husband and wife, murmuring our words of love and devotion.

Until Edward passed out mid-thrust.

Not that I blamed him. I was tired. Marathon sexing? Not in the cards for us anymore.

I joined him shortly afterward, kind of excited that Edward fell asleep while we were having sex. Sleep sounded much more appealing than sex. He sighed, wrapping his arms around me and I cuddled against him, sated, happy and exhausted.

xx STTD xx

We arrived at Marcus and Esme's home shortly after two in the afternoon. The house was buzzing with conversations, laughter and holiday music. Edward carried the bin filled with the presents for our children. He looked dashing in is red sweater that Alice designed and a pair of gray corduroys. His hair was a disheveled mess, but he looked sexy as hell. I was wearing a pair of black pants and a green sweater. Alice had sent a text at six this morning saying that had to wear either green or red for the photos that Victoria was taking today.

That went over well. Edward was ready to throw his cell phone out the window and into a snow bank when the text came through. Then, when he didn't respond, Alice started calling.

"Mary Alice Cullen Whitlock, if you value your shoe collection, don't fucking call at six in the morning on Christmas," Edward growled into the phone.

"I wanted to make sure you got the message," she chirped loudly. I groaned.

"Seriously, I'm going to call your husband and have him throw out all your shoes. We were up late last night and you're obnoxious phone calls…"

"Doing what, Older?" she quipped.

"I was fucking my wife," he said, hanging up the phone, ripping off the battery and tossing it into the nightstand. "I love my sister. I won't kill her today. I promise." He planted his face right into the crook of my neck, dragging me closer to his hot body. His leg slid between mine and his hand found my breast. Then, my phone went off.

I swiped my phone. "Alice, really?" I snickered.

"I'm just making sure…" she giggled. "Wear green or red for the pictures today. Wait a minute…why is Jasper getting up and going to my closet? NO! NOT MY SHOES!"

Edward was taking his phone back apart and plucked mine from my hands. He did the same, pulling me to his body so we could go back to sleep. So, I wasn't surprised when Alice stomped over to Edward and tugged on his ear. "EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN!"

"Ooooh, you got all your names. You're in trouble," I giggled, dancing into the kitchen.

"Alice, it was six in the morning," Edward hissed to his younger, twin sister. "The day after our anniversary. Do I call you at the ass crack of dawn after you've had your way with Jasmine?"

"No," she grumped. "I just wanted to make sure…"

"It could have waited," Edward said. "Besides, he only took the shoes that weren't worn in the past year. They're being donated to Goodwill. You've got too many to begin with, Younger."

I heard her huff. I knew this was far from over, but I didn't want intrude. I walked into the kitchen and hugged Esme. "Merry Christmas," I smiled, kissing her cheek.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she beamed. "Did you have a good anniversary?"

"Yeah, I did. Look what Edward got me," I said, holding up my right hand to showcase my ring.

"Oh, it's beautiful," she cooed. "My son has beautiful taste in jewelry."

"That he does," I smirked. "Anything I can do?"

"Not a thing. Marcus and I decided to make it an easy Christmas and we ordered out. He's picking up the family style meal from Maggiano's with Demetri and Jasper. Alex is in the family room with the kids. Oh, and one of your security guards came today, too. He said he felt uncomfortable leaving you unattended for so long."

"Which one?" I asked.

"The young one in charge. Steve," Esme said.

"Ugh! He's supposed to be with his family," I grumbled, walking into the family room. All of the kids were doing various things, playing games on the television, reading or talking. Alex was chatting with Steve in the corner who was watching our children like a hawk. "STEVE!" I barked.

"Crap," he whimpered.

"Get your skinny butt over here," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Save me, Mr. Alex," he said, hiding behind my brother-in-law.

"Oh, no. I recognize that face and I know to run away," he snickered, kissing my cheek as he darted into the kitchen.

"You're supposed to be with your family," I hissed. "We gave you time off!"

"I told them to go back home. We celebrated yesterday, exchanged gifts and yeah," Steve said, shifting uncomfortably. "Look, I didn't feel comfortable. Jacob may be quiet but he's still out there, Miss Bella. Something can happen."

"Steve, I truly appreciate your devotion to your job, but it's just a job," I said, rubbing his arm.

"It's not just a job. It's your life. If something happened to you…" he trailed off, staring at me. "Or your family, it's on my head. I've grown to love your family. Everyone is amazing and I can't let anything happen to you, to Mr. Edward or any of your children. I'm sorry about not taking time off but I just can't let anything happen to you."

He was yelling at the end of his tirade and he spun to leave. Kyra stared at me, shocked that Steve, quiet Steve, had ripped me a new one. Edward was glaring at the direction where Steve had stomped off, but I shook my head. Kyra got up, followed Steve and I went back into the kitchen to do something to busy my hands.

By the time Demetri, Jasper and Marcus came with the food, Kyra and Steve still weren't back from talking. I knew he was upset. I could gather that she was upset with him for being pissed at me. Victoria had also arrived with a bottle of scotch and her cameras, just as she promised. Esme called everyone to the dinner table. Edward went in search of Kyra and Steve.

They came back in and sat down at opposite ends of the table. Kyra grasped my hand when she sat next to me and I kissed her cheek. Marcus gave a blessing and we dug into the food that was purchased for Christmas dinner. Well, kind of Christmas dinner. It was more like Christmas late lunch. We needed time for our family photos afterward before we opened presents.

After our meal, Victoria gathered her supplies and began barking orders. For the entire family photo, we were going to be going outside. There wasn't any place in the house that was big enough for our crazy brood of nearly nineteen people. Twenty-one if you counted Charlie and Sue, who were en route. My mom was invited but was on a Caribbean cruise with Phil, celebrating our anniversary.

"Okay, kids. We're going to do the outdoor shots quickly since it's colder than a witch's tit out here," Victoria giggled. "Steve, since you're not in the photo, you get to be my assistant. Hold this extra camera, will ya?"

Steve grabbed the camera from Victoria, still looking someone kicked his puppy. We all stood together, smiling as she took photo after photo. She held her hand out and Steve put the camera into her hand, taking the other one as she continued to shoot rapidly. "Alright, we're going to do some smaller family photos next. We can stay out here, go inside or I could set up a make-shift studio in the garage."

"Out here or inside. Not a studio," Rose said, wrinkling her nose. "However, I'm going indoors to defrost. I can't feel my nose!" She scampered back into the house with everyone else following suit.

Victoria walked in and she pursed her lips. "Here's my plan. Let's see if you all like it. Edward and Bella, I'd like to take your photos outside. We can have some real fun with them. Alice and Jasper, in the living room next to the tree. Rose and Tim, in the living room in front of the fireplace. Alex and Demetri, outdoors, too. Marcus and Esme, under the mistletoe." She tapped her lips. "Oh, and that includes children, too."

"Can we take pictures in multiple locations?" Alice asked.

"Of course," Victoria smiled. "However, we need to get the outdoor ones done quickly since we're going to lose the light in about an hour and half."

The next hour was spent outdoors, snapping photo after photo. The boys ended up having a huge snowball fight and Victoria laughed as she took the photos. Once the light had left, we went inside and there were more photos taken indoors. Two hours after Victoria started her photo shoot, she was done with nearly two thousand photos of our family. She said that she'd have proofs for us sent out by no later than middle of January.

Just before we were about to open presents, I saw Kyra and Steve arguing in the living room. My daughter growled and turned Steve around, shoving him toward me. "Apologize!" she hissed.

Steve stumbled toward me in the kitchen and he blushed. "Miss Bella? Can I talk to you?"

"Speak," I said coldly.

"I wanted to apologize," he said contritely. "I acted like an ass."

"You did," I retorted, arching a brow at him. "If one of my children spoke to me the way you did, they would have gotten a smack across the face. You may be younger than me. You may be my security, but I'm still older than you and your boss, ultimately."

"I know, Miss Bella. I am so sorry. It's just that," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I'm worried. Jacob is too quiet. He's got to be planning something. You know?"

"He probably is, but Steve, Jacob is not very smart," I explained. "Your shoes have more intelligence. I get your need to protect me and my family, but you will respect us."

"I know. I understand," he nodded. "I am sorry for yelling and I promise, it won't happen again."

I gave him a tight smile, still not pleased with his tirade. He turned and slumped back to the family room where he sat down next to Kyra. She patted him on the back. Edward walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me. "That took balls."

"What? Yelling at me or apologizing?" I asked, relaxing into his embrace.

"Both," he snickered, kissing my neck. "But, he's right. Jacob can be dumber than a post but he's still a threat. I didn't like what Steve did or what he said, but I'm happy he's here."

"Me, too, but he's getting awfully cozy with Kyra," I said, narrowing my eyes at Steve.

"You noticed that, too?"

I nodded. "I don't want it to become something, Edward. She's only seventeen. He's twenty-five," I grumbled.

"We'll keep an eye on it. For now, let's enjoy Christmas," Edward said, kissing my lips. "I love you, Mrs. Cullen."

"And I love you, Mr. Cullen. Thank you for making our anniversary so special," I said, cupping his cheek.

"Our marriage is special, baby. We get to spend our lives with each other," he said, nuzzling my nose with his. "Come on. Let's see if Santa brought us presents or coal."

"He brought us coal," I laughed, waving new ring in his face. He beamed, kissing it sweetly before tugging me back to our family.

A/N: Can you say BEASTLY chapter? Yep, I can. Longer than I anticipated and didn't include everything I wanted to have. Oh well, as a result, you'll get another Bella chapter next one around. So, lots of goodies happened with this one. Purely fluff and smutty goodness.

Now, a few announcements…if you noticed, there were a few mentions of Masen and a dog…are you curious? If you are, check out the link on my blog, 'Fandom for Animals.' I've donated a one-shot/outtake for the fundraiser. It's about Masen and this dog, Wrigley. The link will be on my blog (and the link for that is on my profile). Please donate to this worthy cause…for the members of our family that can't speak for themselves. Mmmkay?

Secondly, LOTS of pictures with this one. The pictures that are appropriate for viewing in public will be on my blog. (Again, link in profile). There are also a few recipes included in this one, on the blog…yep, do you see a pattern here? *Snickers* Finally, there are some saucy pictures that are NSFW and that are posted on my tumblr (link in profile and on blog post).

Finally, up next chapter will be New Year's Eve and girly bonding time. Another chapter of pure fluffiness (maybe?) Leave me some lovin!