"Do you think I should do it?"

I studied Jasper carefully as he sat across from me on my couch with a sleeping Em on his lap. He was a natural with children. Jasper had calmness to him that the babies appreciated. He had no trouble soothing either of them before they could become too fussy. It was always nice to have him around. He would make a great father when the time came and I was positive that the time would come.

"I don't know. Tell me what goes through your mind when you consider it?"

"Ugh," I groaned. "You're going to think I'm the most selfish person in the world."

"Bella," he scolded. "I think you know exactly what I think about you." He winked playfully. I rolled my eyes. I don't think I could ever consider anything Jasper says or does to be inappropriate. That's probably why it was so easy to fall into a relationship with him and stay together for so long.

"Fine. When I think about moving in with him the first thought that comes to my mind is that I'll be living with Edward. It excites me in a way that I never thought possible. Then I feel like shit for thinking that because my first thought should be about Tony and Emma."

"You shouldn't. Just because you're a mother now doesn't mean you've stopped being a woman. You're still entitled to think of yourself every once in a while."

"But this is something that affects all of us and all I can do is lust over their father."

"Well isn't that better than lusting over someone that isn't their father?" he rationally asked with raised eyebrows. "Besides, he was your Edward before he was their father."

"Yeah, but he was never really my Edward; he's always been their father whether he acknowledged it or not." I sighed at the ridiculousness of this conversation. Why was I dictating ownership and possession of man that belonged to no one but himself? Actually, though, those babies did have him wrapped around their little pinkies so maybe they did own him. "This is dumb. I feel like I'm competing with my own kids for their father's affection."

"I think all parents feel like that, especially when young children are involved," he supplied.

I looked at him oddly. "Okay, Dr. Spock," I laughed.

"Shut up," he chuckled lightly, but quickly sobered. "Let me tell you a quick story. When Alice found out she was pregnant she was incredibly happy – over the fucking moon happy. Don't get me wrong, I was happy, too," he clarified. "But she was just…already in love with this baby that was nothing more than a little pea." His voice took on a whimsical, yet sad quality. I'd be an idiot to think that Jasper wasn't still hurting over the loss of his baby. I slid over carefully as to not disturb either baby too much and laced my fingers with his free hands, placed a kiss to his temple, and laid my head on his shoulder. I couldn't provide much comfort to him and I didn't want to insult him and pretend that I understood what he was going through, but I wanted him to know that I was there for him when or if he ever needed me. At some point, I'd have to extend the same to Alice.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He kissed the top of my head before clearing his throat. "She'd spend all day online looking at websites that told her what to expect as the pregnancy progressed. She researched names and their meanings. Children's clothes and furniture." He chuckled at a memory. "She even looked up pre-schools in the area. All of our conversations revolved around this baby and eventually it got tiresome. She never asked me how my day was, never wanted to go out. I felt like I was just an afterthought and it hurt." I heard a deep intake of breath before Jasper lifted both of our hands to wipe the tears from his eyes. "If I'd only known," he whispered. Before I could tell him not to beat himself up, he continued on. "The point is, is that babies have a tendency to ensnare parents and it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Some competition is good; it can reaffirm feelings left unsaid."

"Feelings," I huffed. "Yeah, I still have a lot of those."

"And does he know this?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I did tell him how I felt months ago, but he could think it no longer applies. There's also the possibility that he thought I was full of shit when I told him."

"Look, B, I do have an opinion on this moving situation, but I'm not going to tell you," he added as I opened my mouth to ask. "I don't think you should let someone's opinion sway your decision and I know it will. What I will tell you is that whether or not you decide to live with him, you need to tell him again how you feel in case he forgot. I think in order to do the co-parenting thing it's important that you both know where the other stands."

"That'd be fun," I groaned. Embarrassing as hell, would be more like it. "Don't you think it would make things more awkward? No one wants to be reminded of an unrequited crush."

He shrugged. "Possibly, but it's also the mature thing to do and with the age difference between the two of you I think showing a little bit of maturity can't hurt."

"Do you think I haven't in the past?" I was slightly offended but tried to hide it.

"Bella. I never said that. Since high school I found you to be more mature than those around us. Apparently, though, Edward needed convincing."

"I'm going to talk to him," I sighed. "I think I know what I'm going to do." I nodded my head, convincing the voice in my head.

"Are you going to tell me?" he asked.

"No. You're right – I would let someone sway my decision. I'll let you know after I talk to Edward. Once he knows there won't be any going back."

"Cool." He nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

**Every morning I just wanna see you staring back at me'Cause I know that's a good place to start**

I made my way up to Edward's old room. He had already began moving some of his stuff like clothing and toiletries, but the bigger pieces of furniture and bed were staying behind to turn it into another guestroom.

"Hey." I knocked on his opened door to get his attention. He was sprawled on his bed in just his sleeping pants, his glasses, and a book.

Oh holy ghost!

"Oh hey," he greeted enthusiastically and sat up quickly. "Where are the babies?" He looked behind me as if I had stashed them behind my back.

"They're downstairs with mom. I thought it might be better if we talked without the interruptions."

He frowned slightly. "Okay," he stammered. "Did I do something?" he asked worriedly.

"No," I chuckled. "It's about the offer you made me. I've come to a decision."

"Okay. What did you decide?"

"I want to talk about a few things first." I looked down his sculpted chest. "Can you put a shirt on first? Please?" I almost begged. Concentration could not happen if I had to pick between his sexy chest or his hot glasses.

"Oh, yes, sorry." He got up to look through his drawer. "Mom put the heat up a little too high before." The muscles in his back rippled slightly as he put the shirt over his body.

He nervously sat back on the bed with me. I dreamt of being in his bed with him for many years, but under very different circumstances. "So…go ahead, I guess."

I took a deep breath. As much as I didn't want to have this conversation it needed to happen.

"Um…so I was talking to Jasper-"

"Jasper?" Edward cut me sharply. "Are you still that close to Jasper?" If I didn't know better, I'd actually think he sounded jealous.

"Yes," I answered honestly with no hesitance. "One of my best friends – aside from Em and Rose," I clarified. "Is that an issue with you?"

"No," he whispered. "Just…um…I was taken off guard. Please continue."

"Well, like I said, I was talking to Jasper and he said that I needed to talk to you about any concerns I might have about moving in with you."

"That's very reasonable." He nodded. "What's your first concern?"

"Well, finances for one. How would we split the household bills?" No point in not getting right into it.

I watched as he gave me a strange look. "I didn't plan on asking you to pay for anything, though."

"I know. I figured as much and that's a problem for me. I can't live somewhere completely free. I'm not a moocher. I even help my dad with the bills so you're not going to be any different," I replied heatedly.

I wasn't trying to be stubborn or prove that I was some independent woman. I simply wanted to have my share of financial responsibility that I thought was fair for the both of us. However, before we could even discuss money matters, there was something more important – at least to me – that needed to be addressed.

"Before we even get into it, though, I have to say something."

"Okay." He was obviously startled by my sudden need to change topics.

I took a deep breath and felt like a complete idiot for even having to bring this up, but it had to be done. For my sake, I had to put it out there.

"Um…so this is going to be extremely awkward," I warned, "but I'm still very much in love with you."

Well, it was out there in the universe now and it wasn't so bad.

No, I'm lying. It was horrible and completely embarrassing. Edward's red face told me that he must have felt the same, but I didn't want the words to hang in the air.

"I know you don't feel the same and I didn't expect you to. The only thing I'm asking from you is to just take my feelings into consideration and respect them. I know that it's your house, but if I moved in I would appreciate some kind of forewarning if you were bringing a date home. I would like a chance to make myself scarce. It's not something I could handle just yet."

Edward looked horrified as he listened to me while shaking his head.

"I d-d-don't…I'm n-not going to bring a girl home."

"You say that now, but what about when you meet someone that catches your eye?" I had to ask even though it hurt to voice out loud.

"What about you?" he asked a little heatedly. There was no trace of the nervousness from a moment ago. "What about when you meet another guy? It's not something I'd want to see either."

Huh?! Did he realize how much sense he did not make? Was he not in the room two seconds ago when I made a fool of myself and told him I was still in love with him? Besides that, wouldn't he rather me move on than still be hung up on him? Wasn't that like a guy thing – they didn't want clingy chicks? Not that I was ever clingy.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "When, exactly, would I have time to look for a boyfriend? Maybe the little time I have between learning my new role at work and taking care of two babies?" I replied sarcastically. "I'm not the one surrounded by pretty nurses all day."

"Well you didn't have much trouble getting Caius' attention," he sassed back.

I shook my head, wanting to move on from the mention of Caius. "Look, my point is – and I know this is going to sound completely egotistical – but I don't want my children calling some other woman 'Mommy'."

"I…um…I don't think that's egotistical – though that might not be the right word," he mused. "But…um…I don't want that either." He waved his hands frantically. "I mean…I don't want them calling another man 'Daddy'".

There was a pregnant, uncomfortable pause. That was until I remembered we were both grownups and should be able to address issues that we'd rather pretend didn't exist.

"How about we just go back to finances?" I suggested.

"Sure. Did you have any ideas?"

"Not really. I just figured we'd split everything down the middle."

"Can I tell you something without you freaking out?" he asked worriedly.

"Go 'head," I said slowly, slightly concerned on how he perceived my attitude.

"I want to put you and the babies on my health insurance. Sooner than later, actually. I think it's more beneficial for the three of you?"

"And why is that?" I could hear the attitude in my voice. I had to work on that.

"Well, no offense to Charlie, but my coverage is exceptional and, in the long run, it would be cheaper. With me being a doctor, that would mean less trips to your PC, which means less co-pays. If you would require a hospital stay for any reason, that trip would also be cheaper. They're just expenses that you wouldn't have to worry about under my coverage that your father would have to come out of his pocket for. Financially, it's a smart move," he ended shyly.

"Okay. That's fine."

"Okay? That's it? You're not going to put up a fight?" he asked suspiciously.

"No," I sighed. "You're points were valid. I'm also trying to be as independent from Charlie as possible. He's done enough for us and if this one less thing he has to worry about than great."

"Oh. Wow! Okay. Then there's one more thing that I have to tell you and I'm hoping you take it just as well." Something told me I wouldn't. "I took out a life insurance policy for you," he blurted.

"What the fuck? Do I have to worry about you killing me? How did you even do that for someone you're not married to?"

"No, no, no. Just hear me out," he begged. I was angry, but remembered that I was trying to be grown up about this arrangement. "I asked my insurance agent to do me this favor. About a year ago, his wife was staying at the hospital and her doctor was bleeding them dry with expensive medication. I was covering the doctor's shift and came across the wife's chart. I suggested to them they talk to her doctor about an alternative medicine that was just as effective, but because it was a generic it was cheaper. They were very appreciative." He checked to see if I was still listening. "Anyway, when I went to him about the policy he was hesitant. After I explained our…unusual situation he agreed. His only stipulation was that I could not, under any circumstances, be the beneficiary. I was completely fine with that."

"So who's the beneficiary?" I asked nervously. I was thinking about my own death, after all.

"The children equally. However, if uh…something were to happen to you before they reach the legal age, Charlie would become the trustee until they do. I have no say in anything at any time."

"How much is the policy for? Actually, forget it. I don't want to know," I amended.

"Are you mad?" he asked in a voice too timid to sound like an adult.

"Not as much as I was a few minutes ago. But," I breathed deeply, "you were looking out for our children's future so I really shouldn't argue about it. However, I would appreciate you coming to me before you do something major like that. I get that you have the means to do it, but I still am their mother and I should get a say."

"Bella, I didn't do it because I have the means and you didn't. I hope you don't really look at it like that. I also didn't do it behind your back because I don't value your input as their mother. Mom and dad did it for us when we were babies and I always thought it was a smart move and I didn't tell you beforehand because…well, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission." He shrugged in a very unapologetic way.

"It's fine. It's done and really is beneficial to the children." I dismissed it, wanting to move on from the topic. I could continue to beat a dead horse but I was learning that it never got me anywhere so why bother.

"What about other basic utilities?" I asked.

"I can take care of those, but if you're more comfortable splitting them then we can do that," he suggested.

"Or," I stretched out the word, "I can cover those," I countered.

"How is that even fair to you?"

"Well, think about it. You're already covering the mortgage and health insurance. Those are probably the two most expensive bills in a household. It should already be a given that I'm going to take care of groceries." I arched an eyebrow waiting for him to argue, but smiled in satisfaction when he rolled his eyes and motioned for me to continue. "Neither of us will be home much during the day since we both work full time and out of the two of us, I'll probably be there more than you will so I'll be using more of the utilities than you. I'll be making more money than I was so it won't be so hard to cover those things."

"Is this actually open for debate?" he sighed.

"Not really. It's one of my demands."

"Are there any more demands?"

"I few, but I can't actually remember them right now so I guess they weren't really that important," I chuckled. "However, if we decided to do this-"

"If you decide," he cut me off. "I've already decided."

"Fine," I huffed. "If I decide to do this, I want to be moved in and settled by Christmas. They won't remember it, but I would like their first Christmas to be special and I don't know how I could manage that with a move hanging over my head.

"So…what you're saying is that as long as I agree to all of your "demands" that you're willing to move into the house with me?" he asked seriously.

I took a few seconds to make sure that I said everything that I needed to say. My most important concerns were voiced and discussed to my satisfaction. Although I knew there would be things that would come up later, at the moment I was okay.

"Yes," I finally answered. "If you're agreeable to the terms, I would be happy to have the three of us live with you."

I watched as Edward stood from the bed, interlocked his hands, and placed them on top of his head. He swallowed deeply and blew out a breath. He looked as if he had to come to terms with living with us even though he was the one to suggest it. Was it possible that literally, in the blink of an eye, he changed his mind? Or he only suggested it because he never thought I'd go for it? That would make no sense, though. He could have easily said that he wasn't comfortable with what I expected of our living arrangement and be done with the mess altogether.

I stood from the bed to stand in front of him, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when all of a sudden I was swept off the floor from his tight embrace and the room began spinning.

When he finally put me down I was ready to throw up – I was never one for twirling. His breathtaking smile stopped me short. He never smiled at me like that before. It was a smile that could stop traffic, make birds sing, and make ovaries combust…and he was looking at me.

"You're not going to regret this, Bella," he assured me. "You're going to see. We're going to be great parents together." He paused and began blinking rapidly as he swallowed hard. "Since the babies came home from the hospital, all I've wanted to do was be with them all day, but because of my schedule it was never possible. I know that I still won't be able to be with them as much as I want to, but it helps ease the guilt knowing that I can come home to them – to you – and have them be there waiting for me. I want to be able to do night feedings and changes. I want to be the full time father that all of you deserve me to be."

"Edward," I choked out, becoming emotional, "you've been doing a great job. You're a doctor, of course you're going to be busy, but that doesn't take away how good you've been with them when you can. I never expected you to be super dad – no one did. Honestly," I shrugged guiltily, "I never expected anything from you, but even if I did, you've surpassed what I could have only imagined you doing." Feeling brave, I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. He had such lovely fingers. "You need to stop beating yourself up. I'm the only one you needed forgiveness from and I've given it to you a hundred times over. I need you to get over it already. I want to know that the things you're doing and the offers you're making me are because you want them, too. Not because you feel that you need to make it up to me because you've done that already, too. A hundred times over." I smiled.

"I know," he whispered. "I'm beating a dead horse, but it's hard to reconcile that person that I was during your pregnancy and the real me. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself."

"What if I asked you to forgive yourself, for me?" I joked. "Could you do that?" I bumped his shoulder. "Seriously, Edward, we're really good right now. If you can't forgive yourself right now, then at least try to move past it. We need to focus on raising two babies to follow in their father's genius footsteps and I can't do that alone. I barely passed high school."

He grinned that sexy, nerdy grin of his.

"What about Charlie?" He asked sensibly which only served to elicit an unattractive groan from me. I hadn't forgotten about telling Charlie, but hadn't exactly figured out a way to tell him I was thinking about moving in with Edward. Though, I guess now I had to tell him I was moving in with Edward.

I wasn't precisely sure how he felt about Edward now. During the pregnancy he was team Edward, but when he realized that I wasn't the loser daughter he thought I was, he eased up on being an Edward supporter. However, I'm pretty positive it didn't mean that he wanted me shacking up with the guy. Then again, maybe he'd be relieved to have us out of the house. Because our relationship suffered a blow because of all this, I didn't know how to read him anymore. It also didn't help that I was keeping him at arm's length.

There was only one way to find out what he was going say. And that was by telling him.

Tomorrow. I would tell him tomorrow. Possibly.

**No I won't fill your mindWith broken promises and wasted time**

"No."

"No?" I asked.

"That's what I said," he uttered with his arms crossed over his chest.

I looked over at Emmett who sat beside my father, mirroring his pose. He looked just as unpleased as Charlie.

"Dad. I wasn't really asking your permission to move out," I reminded him. "I was telling you that I am moving out." I looked over to Emmett. "And I don't know why you're so upset."

"Bella," Charlie spoke before Emmett could. "I don't think you've really thought this through. You're thinking with your heart instead of your head."

"I agree," Emmett chimed in. "Edward – whether he means to or not – is going to break your heart all over again. We don't want to see you go through that again. It'll be worse this time because it's you and the babies you'll have to worry about."

"I feel like…" My frustration and hurt was making it hard for me to get my thoughts out. "It's like…I made one impulsive decision one night and I'll be judged the rest of my life for it. I mean, I get the gravity of that one decision, but don't you think I learned from it?" My anger brought tears. "I have thought about this! I've argued with myself over it, I talked to Jasper, and I've even talked to Edward about my concerns over moving in with him. Don't you think I know that Edward's going to break my heart? I realized a long time ago that it's never going to happen between us no matter how much I pray for it." I wiped away my tears angrily. "I'm not doing this for me, though. I don't want to be around when Edward finally falls in love with someone! This is the right move for our children. They'll have their own room instead of sharing one with me. More space to move around and play when they get older and a more stable life. It'll be better than them going back and forth between wherever I live and wherever Edward lives.

And despite how Edward acted during my pregnancy, he stepped up toward the end and after they were born. He deserves to have the time with them that he wants." I looked both of them in the eye in case they already didn't know how serious I was. "I'm moving in with Edward, but I would like support from the both of you – my father and my best friend."

I stood up and walked away. I didn't want to hear what they were going to say. They could either agree to support me or they could talk about it amongst themselves and be pissed at me in private. Either way, it was going to happen. I desperately needed the help during the actual move since I was going back to work next week, but if they weren't willing to get on board with it, I'd get it done between myself and Edward who already agreed to take a few days off of work once we nailed down a date.

Out of habit, I went upstairs to check on the babies. It wasn't until I reached my room that I remembered that they were with Edward. He took them so I wouldn't be distracted while I tried to talk to Em and my dad. I thought it was a good idea to rip the band aid off and tell both of them at the same time of my plans instead of having the conversation twice. While I still thought it was a good idea, it was a little more intense than I was expecting. It was intimidating to have both of them staring me down at once as they both held back from yelling at me like they wanted to. But…I did it and it was over with.

Using my new-to-me cell phone I dialed Edward's number.

"Hey," he greeted from the other end. "How'd it go?"

"As expected, I guess," I sighed. "Charlie tried to guilt trip me in the beginning – saying that I didn't need to leave and that he was going to miss his grandbabies. When that didn't work, he tried to tell me that I should at least wait until after the holidays because the timing isn't right at the moment. Then when that didn't work he flat out said no."

"Wow. Okay, I guess that isn't really surprising. He is your dad, after all. What about Emmett? What he say?"

"Nothing really. He kind of just sat back, nodding his head at everything Charlie said. The only thing he added was that he didn't want my heart getting broken again."

There was a long pause on both ends of the phone.

"Bella. I hope you know that I would never - "

"I know, Edward," I interrupted. "I also know that it's a possibility, but it's something I'm preparing myself for. Regardless, moving in is a smart move and I'm still committed to it."

"Okay," he said sadly. "Do you know when you want to start bringing your things over?"

"Sooner rather than later. I go back to work next week and I want to get the heavier things there before I go back. That way I'll only have to worry about the small stuff."

"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I can help you pack if you'd like," he offered.

I looked around my crowded room. It was packed and messy, but still shouldn't be too hard to get everything together.

"Um…no, I think I should be okay. I might need your help with…" My train of thought was stopped when a though popped into my head. "I don't need the furniture, do I?"

"Not really," he replied sheepishly. "The babies' room is already furnished and so is your room. If you want to bring your stuff, though, you can. I can take the stuff out that's in there now."

"No, that's fine. It'll be less that I have to worry about. I just have to figure out what to do with the babies' stuff."

"We can figure that out later." It didn't escape my notice that he used the word 'we'. It made me a little giddy inside.

"How are the babies?"

"Good. They just finished eating and hanging out in their car seats right now. They have dopey little smiles on their faces," he laughed. "I think they're pretty full."

I knew exactly the smiles he was talking about. I wasn't going to tell him that I full tummy was usually followed by a full diaper.

"I know that you were going to bring the babies back, but how about I head over there later and bring a pizza with me? I need to get out of here for awhile."

"Sure. Um…maybe…if you want…you can stay over? Just to get a feel for living here," he added hastily.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it as if looking at it would confirm what I just heard.

"You want to have, like…a sleepover?" I asked stupidly.

"I guess?" He sounded unsure. "Not like a slumber party or anything. We could just…hang out. Watch a movie or something. Then you go to your room and I go to my room and the babies go to their room."

"Uh…yeah…sure. I could do that. It could be fun."

What the hell was I thinking? Was I really ready to spend the night with Edward? Well, I wouldn't be spending the night with Edward, per se, but we'd be in the same house all night. He also might take his shirt off at some point during the night. It's also highly probable that he'd shower which means he'd be naked…while I was only a few feet away.

"Great! I already have clothes for the babies here so you only have to worry about yourself." He sounded excited which only served to make me nervous.

I hung up with Edward when there was a knock at the door.

"Can we come in?" Emmett asked from the other side. I yelled the affirmative. "How pissed off at us are you?" he asked as he and my father walked into the room.

"I'm not pissed. I'm hurt that you two both still think I'm not capable of making good decisions."

"Look Bells, we're sorry. I'm still extremely wary, but you said you thought about it and I believe that you did. If you think that this is the right choice then I'll back off and support your choice," Charlie conceded. "My door will always be open if some time down the line you want to come back home."

"Thank you, dad."

"What he said," Emmett added helpfully.

"Thank you. I appreciate it and I really do think I'm making the best choice for me and my family."

I was glad that, although they may not exactly be on the same page as me, they were willing to allow me to make my own choices. I also didn't think that I should inform them that I was basically doing a trial run tonight.

**Said all I want from you is to see you tomorrowAnd every tomorrow, maybe you'll let me borrow your heart**

"There are my babies!" I squealed after I placed the pizza down on the counter. I blew raspberries on both of their clothed bellies. They were only away for a few hours, but it was still long enough to miss them. I had to get use to it, though, because I'd being going back to work soon.

"How was the rest of your day?" I asked Edward. I followed him into the kitchen and watched as he plated the pizza.

"Not bad. I had to change their clothes twice because of spit up, but other than that it was pretty good. They still need a bath, but thought maybe you'd like to help with that," he offered.

"Sure. I always enjoy a good high pitched cry," I laughed. Emmy and Tony were not fans of bath time.

The evening went surprisingly well. As a unit, we played with the babies, bathed and changed them, and put them to bed. They weren't exactly sleeping though the night yet, but in increments of a few hours.

We solidified our plans for the move and sat around and talked about all the inconsequential stuff. Nothing too heavy was discussed. It was nice.

At about midnight, and after they had woken up for the first time, we decided to call it a night.

"I'm going to shower and head to bed. Feel free to use the bathroom in the hallway if you want to shower."

He was going to be naked!

"Um…uh…ye-yeah," I spluttered, unable to get the image of a naked Edward out of my head. "I could…um…sho-shower."

He looked at me strangely as if I were the crazy one. He was the crazy one for getting naked!

"Okay then." He bent down and gave me a kiss on the crown of my head. "Have a good night, Bella."

What a tease! First he basically tells me that he's going to be naked upstairs, and then he kissed me. I think he was flirting with me!

Quickly deciding that I couldn't sit downstairs forever and imagine the water running down his sexy, sculpted chest, I climbed up the stairs to retrieve my own clothes to take a much needed shower. I had throw up in my hair and dried spit on my neck. It was a great look!

I took a longer shower than I normally would because not only did the water feel great, but for the first time I didn't feel like I had to rush out to get back to the babies. If for some reason they woke up while I was showering, I felt secure in the knowledge that Edward would take charge.

I dried myself and stared down at my pajamas. There was nothing sexy about a t-shirt and sweats, but I never had sexy sleep clothes in the first place. There was never a need for them. There still wasn't, but it would have been cool for Edward to see that I could look sexy if I wanted to. Was it wrong to want to be a MILF?

"Edward?" I knocked on his bedroom door hoping that he hadn't fallen asleep yet. Thankfully, he had opened up a few seconds later.

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I just forgot my brush. Do you have one I could borrow?"

"Of course." He opened the door wider, inviting me to come inside. "It's in my bathroom." I watched him walk away. Unfortunately, he was fully clothed. "Here you go. Hang on to it; I'll get it in the morning."

With a quick thank you, I headed back to what was soon going to become my permanent room. The plan was to have me moved in by Monday so I could be settled before I start work on Wednesday.

It felt as if I had only been asleep for minutes when I was suddenly awoken by uncomfortable sensation. My breast felt heavy and wet. Looking down at my chest, I saw the front of my shirt was saturated from my leaking milk. I got up from the bed. If the babies weren't already awake they would be soon. Leaking was like my own personal wake up call for night feedings.

Sure enough, the babies were beginning to stir as I entered the room. Thankfully, their room was already equipped with a very comfortable looking glider. I removed my shirt before picking up both babies with a practiced expertise. I got more sleep if I was able to feed both babies at once. I was looking at an extra half hour of shut eye this way.

Positioning both babies, I was able to make them latch on fairly quickly. While gliding, I could feel myself falling asleep until a muffled creak startled me. Edward stood at the door, staring with an open mouth. It took me a second to realize what he was looking at – my bare chest. Granted, they were mostly covered, but I'm sure it was still a sight.

"I'm sorry. I'm used to being alone at night when I feed them," I apologized.

"No, no, no…I'm uh…I'm sorry. It's my fault. I just came to check on them," he stuttered. I guess it escaped his notice that he was still looking at my chest.

"Well," I said slowly, "they're okay, but it's up to you if you want to take a closer look," I teased.

"Huh?" he replied intelligently.

"You're still looking at my chest, Edward," I pointed out.

"Oh, crap! Crap! I didn't mean…there's nothing to…they're nice…no, that's not it…good night, Bella." He turned, military style, and marched out of the nursery.

I waited until I heard his door close before I allowed myself a quiet chuckle. He was adorable when he was flustered and rendered dumb like the rest of us mere mortals.

Whether this arrangement eventually blew up in my face, or not, I was looking forward to living with Edward. If tonight was an indicator of what was to come, I could tell that the road to hell was going to be paved with awkward intentions.

AN: So I guess this is the part where I apologize and this is the part where you, as the reader, roll your eyes and say that you've heard me say this before. I feel like a broken record but… All I can offer is the promise to not abandon the story (and I'll tell you why in a second). I know how it feels to become so invested in a story only for it to be left incomplete or to go months or even years without an update. I'm following a few of them.

So why won't I abandon the story? There are a couple. One being that I've already be "writing" this for a few years already. And though it may be hard to believe, I have spent a lot of time stressing over the lack of updates. Before I started writing this, it was a story that I could get out of my head until I started writing it down. I would love for it to become that strong to me again. The second reason why I won't abandon it is because the review/follows/favorite notifications that I still get. It blows my mind that people are still interested and I would feel really shitty to leave everyone hanging. I may be a lazy writer, but I shitty person I am not. So yeah…that's it. It's all I got besides a MASSIVE thank you to those you are still reading, still putting the story on alert, and refraining from sending me nasty messages/reviews even though they want to.