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After I said yes that I'd marry him, both of our sex drives torqued up even more than before. The man was like a starving man in the desert when it came to physical contact. He'd been denied affection for far too long, and I loved him so much that I'd sneak away with him every chance I had. One of those little encounters and a missed appointment for me had led us to a place that neither of us imagined, but we were actually happy about it.

"Edward, I thought you and Emmett were going camping this weekend," I informed him on a random Saturday morning when he had the audacity to wake me from a lovely slumber at 6:30 AM. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him; it was just that he was unexpected, and actually, I was wearing one of his t-shirts I'd stolen from his house to sleep in. He laughed at my appearance and pushed me aside, strolling into my small apartment as if he owned it.

"Yes, we are, but he's with Mom getting a haircut, and I have about half an hour. I'm not going to see you this weekend, and if I'm being honest, I'm horny as hell. I thought maybe a cup of coffee and a doughnut would garner me enough favor that we could have a quickie in your kitchen. You turned on the switch, by the way," he reminded.

"My ass, I turned on the switch," I teased as he picked me up and carried me into my living room where he proceeded to pull down my panties and do very wicked things to me with his tongue. How could I ever deny him? I mean, he made me see stars, and it was only after we fucked that I remembered maybe there was a problem, but hell, I was too spent and exhausted at that point to really think about it. Oh, I'd remember it a day or two later when I looked at my calendar, but at that moment, not a thought.

"Fine. Mint Chocolate chip for me, please," Edward called as he walked over to his car and climbed in. Emmett, having been taught very well by his father, opened my door for me and then raced around to the other side of the car and climbed in. After his seatbelt was fastened, he smiled at me.

"So, what am I supposed to call you after you and my dad get married?" he asked.

I thought for a minute, and I laughed. "I hope you won't call me some of the names your mom calls me. Bella's fine. I'm not trying to take her place, you know," I answered honestly. Oh, I knew what that bitch called me, but they were mild compared to what I called her in my head. She was quite unhappy when she found out Edward was engaged, and it certainly didn't help I was ten years younger than her.

"I don't want to visit her anymore. I hate that jerk she's dating," Emmett responded as we pulled out of the school parking lot. That was the funny thing about Emmett Cullen. He barely spoke to me during school, and I knew why, but when it was just the two of us, he opened up like a friendly old book, and it made me quite happy.

"Why? She's your mom," I asked because I didn't realize there was any friction between him and Jane. I hated her, but that was something I tried to keep hidden from her son.

"He's an ass. He treats me like crap, and she doesn't even give a care. I don't tell Pop about a lot of it because he'd take her back to court to change the custody thing, and I don't want to think about having to go through that again," Emmett replied.

I remembered the story of the custody battle, and Emmett had to testify he wanted to live with his dad full-time. It had torn him up to have to turn on his mother, but as Edward had told me, she wasn't a great mother to begin with, and even when he and Jane were still together, Edward was the primary caregiver to his son.

"Okay, um, we'll talk to your dad about it tonight, and we'll see what we can do, okay? If you don't like going there, then you…well, maybe something can be worked out," I offered, not promising him that he wouldn't have to visit her because it wasn't mine to promise.

"So, anything else you want to talk about while your dad's not around?" I asked. Emmett and I actually had some pretty in-depth discussions when Edward wasn't around. It was sometimes disturbing climbing into the mind of a twelve-year old boy, but it had been necessary for the two of us to learn how to get along for Edward's sake.

"When you live with us, is the house gonna smell like our apartment does now? You know, before you came around, it smelled a lot different," he replied.

I thought for a minute and decided that, once again, I had no damn idea to what he was referring. "You think your apartment smells? I mean, honestly, when I first started coming over there, it smelled like a gym locker. You two guys lived like pigs," I reminded him.

"Yeah…those were the good old days when Dad didn't yell at me to keep my room clean or to keep my crap in my room and not all over the house. Then, after you came over to our place that first time, he started cleaning up, and I had to start taking the trash out every day. Now our place is always clean, and it smells like pine trees mixed with perfume or something," Emmett complained.

I laughed as I remembered the night I'd shown up at their apartment unannounced. I was supposed to cook at my place, but the stove blew up, so I packed up the groceries and drove over to Edward's apartment.

I rang the bell on their apartment door, and when Emmett opened it, he rolled his eyes. "What are you doin' here? I thought we were supposed to come to your house for dinner. I still think it's too much for the school to ask that we have to entertain the extended day director at least once a week so she doesn't have to be alone in a new city. Aren't you makin' any friends?" Emmett asked.

I looked behind him into the living room and saw clothes and pizza boxes everywhere. There was a definite smell coming from inside, and it wasn't pleasant at all. "Um, my stove blew up and the super can't come by to fix it until the weekend, so I thought maybe I could cook over here," I offered lamely.

"Blew up? Like 'bang' and then smoke and fire?" Emmett asked excitedly. I should have chosen a better phrase than 'blew up' because of course he'd think it was something akin to a car explosion.

"No, nothing that dramatic. It simply won't work. Where's Mr. Cullen?" I asked. We'd been dating covertly for a month, and we were trying to keep things casual because of the fact that… A) he was my boss; B) he had a twelve-year-old son; and C) he'd been through a horrible marriage that had ended three years' prior, and I got the distinct sense he was nowhere near ready to get serious about anyone for a long time to come.

"POP!" Emmett yelled as he let me inside and closed the door. He led me to the kitchen, which was a worse mess than the living room, and then he sat down at the table and proceeded to stare at me.

Edward came into the kitchen in…yeah…nothing but a pair of boxers, a white t-shirt, and glasses. His hair was wet, and he was completely shocked I was standing in his kitchen with two bags of groceries. "Oh, Miss Swan, I didn't realize…Em, you really could have told me we had company," Edward chided as he stepped behind the counter to block my view of his green striped boxers. At that point, we hadn't really done anything more than kiss and a little over the clothes mutual groping, and try as I might, seeing him in so few clothes had me panting like a bulldog.

"Her stove blew up. She wants to cook here," Emmett responded with disdain in his voice. I saw Edward look around the kitchen and blush, which was really cute considering he was thirty-four years old.

"Oh, um, well, that's fine. Just let me grab some pants and then I'll clean up the kitchen so you can have some…I'm really sorry about the mess. It's just that we don't get company, ever, and well, I had to let the maid go," Edward teased.

"When did we have a maid?" Emmett asked. I knew Edward was making a joke, but apparently, his humor was lost on his son.

"Yeah, um, Em, get a trash bag and start cleaning up the living room, and I'll just go get dressed," Edward offered.

I could hear Emmett complaining under his breath as he went to a cabinet and grabbed a large green bag, stomping out of the room and leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen. I looked at Edward and laughed. "Hey, I didn't think it would be like walking into a magazine shoot. Just go get dressed, and I'll take care of things in here. You're two guys living alone. I expected something of the sort," I lied.

I didn't expect anything of the sort…the man always looked very well put together when I'd seen him at school and on dates, so the disaster in which he was living was a shock.

I cleaned up the kitchen…for an hour and a half…while Edward and Emmett cleaned up the living room and argued. After that night, when I showed up at their place, it was much like a magazine shoot.

"The pine tree smell is actually the cleaner your father uses to do the floors, and the perfume smell is the scented candles that he burns to keep your house from smelling like a pair of sweaty gym socks. I can promise you when we all live together it will smell very much like your apartment smells now. Though, maybe I'll find some unscented cleaning products if that will make you happy," I acquiesced.

"Will we get to go fishing with your dad like he said at the game?" Emmett asked.

My parents had come to Seattle one weekend for a football game after we gave them tickets for Christmas. The five of us went, and my parents liked Edward and Emmett immediately. My dad promised Emmett he'd take him camping and fishing over the summer, and Emmett was all over it. Of course, that was before any of us knew the school was going to close and we'd all be moving to Forks permanently.

"Probably every Sunday morning if you want. Charlie goes down to the Rez and fishes every Sunday, and as much as he likes you, I'm sure he'll want a fishing buddy," I suggested. Knowing how excited my parents were that we were moving to Forks, I had no doubt in my mind Em and my dad would become joined at the hip.

"Cool. So, why do you like my dad? He's like old, isn't he?" Emmett asked. Edward was exactly Emmett's age older than me, but it wasn't a big deal between us. My mother always told me I was an old soul, and I supposed working at a middle school kept him from becoming an old crank, so the age thing didn't matter to us.

"Well, Em, I fell in love with your dad, and the age difference doesn't seem to be a factor for us. Do you think he's too old for me, or is it just because he's your dad and you have a hard time seeing him with anyone other than your mom?" I asked as we sat at a red light in traffic I certainly wasn't going to miss when we moved to a smaller town.

"No, that's not it. When Mom and Dad were together, they fought all the time, and I hated it. He's a lot different with you than he was with her. I never saw them even hug each other, much less sit on the couch together and make out inappropriately while we watch TV like you guys do. I want him to be happy. I just wondered what it was about him that made you like him in the first place," Emmett asked.

That was actually easy. "Well, he's sweet and considerate, and don't get me started on how good looking he is. He loves you very much, and all of those things are very attractive to me. You're going to be a lady killer someday, just like your dad," I replied as I ruffled his hair. He was a big kid, and he was already really cute. I knew several of the girls at school had crushes on him, but it seemed like the only girl on his radar was Rosalie Whitlock. I thought it was cute. Alice and Jasper thought it was a disaster in the making.

"Yeah, well, I'm never gettin' married. I already told Rose we could be best friends forever, but we weren't gettin' married," he volunteered as I turned into the strip mall where his favorite ice cream store was located.

"Oh, now, I think someday, probably not in the too distant future, you'll change your mind," I replied, hearing him groan.

"No way, Bella," he responded as I pulled into the parking lot of the home of thirty-one flavors. After we got the ice cream, I drove us to their apartment in Seattle that was packed up. Mine…well, I was trying. It was difficult to pack and puke at the same time, so it was taking a little longer for me.

We went inside the building, and when we stepped off the elevator, Edward was waiting for us in the hallway. Emmett had the ice cream, and Edward picked me up and carried me into the apartment without a word.

"Do you know how scarring that is for me?" Emmett whined as he placed the ice cream in the freezer and turned to look at us.

"Do you know how much I don't care? Go iChat with Rosalie or some of those other idiots you call friends and leave me to my fiancée," Edward told him with a laugh. Emmett laughed and left us, as Edward placed me on the counter of his kitchen.

"How's the mother of my second child?" he asked quietly as he placed his hand over the tiny bulge in my abdomen. Yeah, I was knocked up.

"Hey, we've got a problem. Um, somehow…I didn't plan this," I began one night when he was staying at my apartment. Emmett was with Carlisle and Esme, and Edward and I had gone to dinner. I knew I needed to tell him the truth about the situation because it wasn't first time in his life he'd faced it, but I hated it was with me. We'd gone back to my room, and we were getting ready for bed when I broke down.

"God, stop crying, please, and tell me what's wrong?" he asked as he sprawled on my double bed in his boxers and t-shirt, sexy glasses in place. At that moment, I almost couldn't speak because he was so fucking handsome, and regardless of what he thought, I knew in my heart of hearts I was happy about the news, and I was absolutely going to keep the baby.

"I'm pregnant. I have no idea how it happened...well, that's not exactly true, but it's happened. Look, I expect nothing from you because I fucked this up. You have Emmett to take care of, and this isn't something you signed up…" I'd begun. We were engaged, and we'd talked about a family, but we'd agreed we'd wait until we were settled in Forks to even contemplate it. That wasn't exactly what was going to happen, so I was offering him the out.

"You're…you mean, we're…a baby?" he asked with a look of bewilderment on his face I was so fucking worried about.

I sniffed, wiping my nose with a tissue I pulled from the box next to my bed. "Yeah, but listen, you don't have to worry about this. This is my mistake, not yours. I was the one who didn't want to use condoms, and well, I actually missed an appointment with my OB to get my shot, so it's not anything you have to worry about," I justified, hoping and praying not to piss him off. He was older than me, and I didn't know how he'd take the news. It might be the thing that caused him to step back and reassess our relationship, which was something I expected nearly every day.

I started to grab my purse and leave my apartment when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest, looking deeply into my eyes. "Isabella, are you telling me that we're going to have a baby?" he asked as he studied my face, completely intimidating me. No wonder he was a good principal. He could scare the shit out of anyone with a mere look.

"I'm telling you I'm pregnant, and you're the father, but I'm also telling you if you don't want to be a part of this, you don't have to. I know what you've gone through with Jane, and Edward, I'd never do any of that to you. I can take care of this baby on my own, and you can play as much or as little a part in its life as you want. I'm not using this as leverage. I'll leave you and Emmett to your life, and you'll never have to see or hear from me again," I promised.

I saw him look at me for a moment and then chuckle. "Oh, you're offering comic relief? You think I'm the guy who would be upset because…fuck, Bella. Do I seem to be the guy who would walk out on my child? I've already asked you to marry me, and yeah, I didn't expect we'd have a baby right away, but hell, I'm not unhappy about it. You're not going to slip off on me, are you? I'm not going to walk away, you know," he answered as he pulled me on top of him.

"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm just telling you that you're not trapped, okay? I didn't intend to get pregnant, but I'm keeping the baby," I announced as I sat straddling his thighs and waiting for his decision of whether he was up for it or not.

"And, you're keeping me as well, right? I mean, you're carrying my child inside you, and you sound like you're ready to hop a plane and go away, taking my child with you. You know, I'll find you and fight you. That's something you should have learned about me. No, I think I'll just keep you and our baby this close so we don't have to go through any of that crap. I love you, and if you're giving me another child, well, I think I'll just look at it as a gift from the heavens, just like its mother," he told me as he pulled me down to kiss me senseless.

That night, he made love to me, and he told me over and over how happy he was we were having a baby together. It was a jolt to my sensibilities, but I was so fucking happy I couldn't breathe.

"She's still hungry," I responded. He laughed. He went to the oven and pulled out my latest craving…tater tots. He opened the microwave and pulled out Hormel's chili without beans and poured it over the top, and then, God love him, he sprinkled cheese on top and put the plate in the microwave.

"You know, if your son wasn't here, I'd fuck you right here in this kitchen," I whispered. He laughed again and when the microwave chimed, he pulled it out and handed the plate to me with a fork. Oh, it was the best food in the world.

"So, we'll pack your place tomorrow, and then the movers come. You have to pack your shit, Bella. We can't move into the new house unless you have underwear…well, actually, we could, but that might be more scarring for Emmett than me carrying you inside," he joked.

I was busy eating the food, but after I swallowed a huge mouthful, I took a drink of the water he'd handed me and looked at him.

"Honey, he doesn't want to go spend time with Jane anymore. I know she wants him for the two weeks we're supposed to be in Hawaii, but maybe we don't go. We still have to tell him about the baby, Edward. I'm just worried that this is too much at one time," I whispered.

"Love, I know you're worried, but we've already…" he began before I shoved a tater tot into his mouth to shut him up.

"We could take him with us, you know. So what if it's not the most romantic honeymoon in the world? Edward, he needs to feel like he has a family, and I'm so fucking worried about how he's going to take the news of the baby," I confessed quietly.

He chewed the food, and then he smiled. "Do you know how much I love you? EMMETT!" he shouted.

When Emmett ambled down the hallway and into the kitchen, I heard the groan, but when Edward grabbed him around the neck and hugged him, he quit complaining. "Hey, maybe instead of going to stay with your mom…well if I can swing it…you wanna go to Hawaii with us?" Edward asked.

We both saw his eyes light up as he took in the news. "Hell…I mean, heck yeah," he answered as he smiled at the two of us with a fist pump.

"Okay. Then, I guess the Cullen family is going to Hawaii," I responded as I offered Emmett the fork, and he finished the tater tots on the plate. He was happy. Edward was happy. I was beyond happy.


"So we get to watch movies too?" Emmett asked as we settled into our seats in business class. We'd married the day before, and it was just as Alice and Esme wanted it to be. No one except Edward and me knew about the baby, but the wedding was lovely.

"That's what the headphones are for," Edward told Emmett as he pulled the set out of the seat pocket and handed them to him. Emmett appeared to be quite happy about it.

After we'd taken off and Emmett was lost in a movie, Edward looked at me and picked up my right hand, kissing my knuckles. "I love you more than you'll ever know. You're my everything, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered. In that moment, I actually felt like his everything. It was a good place to be for me, and I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. That was actually perfect.

Ten days in Hawaii touring the islands, having modified our itinerary because we had an adolescent with us, actually proved to be wonderful.

Four days into the trip, we had to tell Emmett about the baby because I couldn't keep anything down, and he'd determined I had some sort of plague. It was actually a funny conversation.

"Pop, we need to take her to the hospital. She can't keep water down, and every time she eats anything, she pukes," Emmett complained as I lie on the couch in our suite. We'd upgraded from the king room we originally had reserved, and the suite was actually quite nice.

"Em, she's fine," Edward replied as he handed me a bottle of water.

We could both tell he wasn't buying it, so I prodded, "Honey, just tell him."

"Okay, but we agreed we'd wait for a few months. You know, don't you, once I tell him, my parents will find out, and then your parents will find out, and then our friends will find out. The boy has no filter," Edward reasoned. I laughed as Emmett looked between the two of us with concern on his face.

"Emmett, come here, and take a seat," I instructed as Edward sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap.

"Scarring…I'm telling you," Emmett told us as he sat in the floor facing us.

"You think this is scarring? Well, get ready. You're going to have a brother or sister in December," Edward told him as he hugged me closer.

Emmett sat stunned for a minute, and then he laughed. "Really? You two are gonna have another kid? Boy or girl?" he asked.

"We don't know yet," I answered nervously.

"Pop, I thought we had the talk," Emmett teased, and Edward laughed.

"Yeah, I should have listened better. Are you okay with this?" Edward asked.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, right?" Emmett answered. I hated he felt that way.

"Emmett, you know this baby won't be any more important to us than you, right?" I asked feeling awful. The kid had been through a lot, and I hated we were putting him through more.

"Hey, I'm not a kid, you know. I know a little brother or sister is just another member of the family. Don't worry about it. I'm not," he responded as he hugged the two of us and went to bed. Well, there you have it and there you are.


"Can I hold her?" Emmett asked as we all sat in the room of Forks Hospital where our daughter had been born a few hours earlier.

I handed Courtney to him, and he smiled, looking into her sweet little face. "Sis, I'll warn you. They're inappropriate most of the time, but I'll try to shield you from it and remind them that there are children in the house," he told our daughter.

Edward laughed. It had been a long nine months with moving and settling into the new house, the new school, and having our parents around all the time, but we'd done it, and we had a daughter.

Jane never questioned why Emmett didn't want to visit her any longer, and she didn't push it which puzzled me because I couldn't understand it, but I was actually grateful. Emmett just seemed to be relieved.

I looked at my husband, and I could only smile. It had been a surprise when I met him all those months ago, and as I lie in the bed looking at my relatively new family, I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was the end of July, and I'd just moved to a new apartment in Seattle, having graduated from UW in May.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan. I'm here about the extended-day director job," I called to the empty office. I was there for a meet-and-greet with the principal who was holding up my hiring, which pissed me off to no end, and there was no one in sight.

"Goddammit, Jane. Don't make this…fuck it. Fine. I'll send you a check, but I get him back at the end of August. Yeah, you go to hell as well," I heard as I stood in the office that July afternoon waiting for my appointment.

I heard the phone slammed down on the base, well, more than once, and then I heard a whole lot of cursing. I'd met with the guidance counselor and the assistant principal who'd tendered the offer, but apparently, I'd been slotted to meet with the principal on the worst fucking day possible.

"Um, hello?" I called again.

"Hang on a second," I heard yelled as I saw him pick up something from his desk and slam it into the wall of his office. He then picked up a trash can and cleaned up the debris. I wasn't sure if he knew I could actually see him or not, but I wasn't about to ask. I needed the job because, hell the clock was ticking on my student loans and an after-school program was the best I could find that year.

After a lot more cursing and a lot of stomping around, a very attractive man walked out from the office with nice glasses on his very attractive face and a fake smile.

"You are?" he asked as he stood on one side of the little counter.

"I'm Bella Swan. We have an appointment unless I misunderstood," I offered.

He shook his head. "I'm sure we do. My secretary's on vacation and I'm a bit…come on in. I know Garrett already extended the offer, and I'm sorry I held it up, but I'm trying to get a handle on the after-school program because we had a fiasco last year," he offered.

Oh, I knew it, because it was actually on the evening news. A child had wondered off the property because the director was busy having a little margarita party in her office leaving the children unattended. It was quite the scandal.

"Um, Principal Cullen, let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I've got a degree in elementary education, and I'm having a hard time finding a job. I won't be hosting parties in my office, and I'm not really a drinker. I enjoy spending time with kids, and I really hate wasting my time," I offered because really, if he wasn't going to give me his stamp of approval, then it was wasted time.

He pointed to the chair in front of his desk as he took a seat behind it. "You did your student teaching where?" he asked. Ah, so we were going to go down that road? He had my damn resume in front of him, so I knew he was just being a dick.

"Mr. Cullen, let's just cut to the chase here. You've got my CV and my transcripts, along with my letters of recommendation from my volunteer work with the YMCA and Head Start. If you'll just tell me your hesitation with regard to offering me the position, I think our time will be much more constructive," I suggested, rather strongly. Okay, maybe I snapped, but WTF?

He tossed a pen on the desk, obviously frustrated, and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "Fine. I think you're too young for the job. I think these kids will run over you, and I think you're in over your head. I've read through the application packet you submitted, and while I think it's all quite impressive, I don't need another bored young girl just doing a job. There has to be structure in the morning and after-school programs because these kids will take advantage of perceived weakness as soon as they smell it. I don't want to have to spend my mornings and afternoons in the gym corralling the extended day students when I've got other things to do," he snapped back.

"I think it's awfully presumptuous for you to decide I can't do the job based on my age. Look, maybe you're right and they'll try to run over me, but I have every confidence I can hold me own, Mr. Cullen. I'd almost like to suggest you're being ageist, but now, you and I both know that's against EEOC laws, don't we?" I replied coldly.

He stared at me for a minute, and then he started to laugh. "I apologize. I believe I might have formed an opinion of you based on your age and your appearance, but I can clearly see you can hold your own against me, so I've got to believe you can handle about twenty kindergarten-through-sixth graders. Okay, if you want the job and the salary Garrett quoted is acceptable, I'll sign off. Welcome to Harris Elementary, Miss Swan," he replied.

I rose from my chair and shook his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Cullen. I believe by the end of the school year, you'll see you've made a good decision."

"Actually, Miss Swan, I already believe I have," he answered with a sexy smile on his face. From that moment, I was a goner.

"So, we're getting sprung in the morning. Are you guys ready to have yet another woman invading your man cave?" I joked.

"She's gonna stink up the place more than Pop and me," Emmett remarked as he handed her back to me with a sour look on his face. When I took her, I knew why, and I laughed.

"Yep, she sure will," I answered.

After Esme and Carlisle picked up Emmett to stay at their house for the night, and my parents left after coming to see their first granddaughter, Edward settled into a cot in the room to sleep while I slept in my hospital bed. Courtney was safely ensconced in the nursery, and I finally had time to think.

Everything had been so busy and hurried of late, but as I lay in the bed that night and thought it all through, I was quite pleased it hadn't dragged out for years. Maybe it was all new and we'd all have adjustments to make, but at the end of the day, I had a son and a daughter and a husband. The beginning of my new life was shaping up to be nothing short of wonderful. That night, maybe for the last time in a long time since we would have a new baby in the house, I settled into a restful sleep with a smile on my face. I had absolutely everything to be happy about.

The principal of Harris Elementary had ended up being more than just the pissy man I'd interviewed with the summer before…he'd ended up being my future. How great was my life?


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