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Chapter 42 – Just Got Lucky

Three years later, April 2021

Bliss.

I'm alone in the house, and it's totally quiet as I stretch out on the couch for an afternoon nap — just two hours to charge my batteries is all I need.

I wasn't prepared for how little sleep I'd get once I became a mom. And it's gotten even worse since the birth of our second child five weeks ago.

I wouldn't trade my life for anything though. I've got everything I've ever wanted — a successful career, a loving and sexy husband, and two beautiful children. It hasn't always been easy, but every struggle has been worth it.

At Edward's first post-operative check in June, Dr. Gerandy couldn't find any sperm in his semen. I tried not to get discouraged, since he'd said it could take up to a year. Still, studies had noted that of the men who did have successful reversals, doctors could find sperm in 80% of them within three months.

It was at his second check in August that the doctor found sperm — Edward's sperm count wasn't high, but it was there. Given that I really liked the effects of my hormonal IUD on my period, I waited a couple more months to let his swimmers get stronger before I had the IUD removed.

And then the fun of "trying" began. Both Edward and I decided that we'd just relax and have sex the same as we always had. I had just turned 31, and the online calculator I'd found said that there was a 15% chance of getting pregnant with each cycle. It would take five months for the probability of conceiving to exceed 50%, so there was no need to panic if a few months went by with nothing. I certainly wasn't going to take a pregnancy test in anticipation every month.

Though we no longer went to the lifestyle club, Edward and I had spent the two previous Halloweens at the biggest and best costume parties he could find. When the holiday came up again, just two weeks after my IUD was removed, we attended a party dressed as Hugh Hefner and his Playboy bunny. It was a sexy costume for me, but not over the top, while Edward wore black satin pajama pants and a red satin robe.

Towards the end of the night, he knelt down in front of me. I thought he was trying something sexual until he pulled a small velvet box out of his robe pocket.

"Not that I'm particularly traditional," he began, "But marriage usually comes before children. From the moment I met you, I had to have you. Back then, I only wanted you for your body, but now I know I want… everything with you. I want to be able to call you mine — officially. I want you to be my wife."

"Yes!" I practically shouted, laughing when instead of getting up off the floor, he pulled me down to his level, kissing me until I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Suddenly, he pulled away, shaking his head. "I forgot your ring," he said, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous white gold ring with small diamonds and sapphires swirled around a round center diamond.

"It's beautiful," I gasped, my hand shaking as I held it out for him to slide the ring onto my left hand.

"I know it's not the largest stone, but you've always said that you don't like huge diamonds."

"I love it," I assured him, admiring the way the ring looked on my finger. My hands and fingers were so small that I'd always thought that larger rings looked ridiculous on me when trying them on in stores.

Once we were officially engaged, we had a wedding to plan! I'd always wanted a church wedding with a long white dress, and Edward was OK with whatever pleased me. We decided to get married in Forks, keeping it a relatively small affair. My mom, sister and sister-in-law were a huge help with planning the wedding, since I couldn't make it to Forks every weekend.

We set the date for the last weekend in March — perhaps a bit earlier than I'd wanted, but at least we'd be back from our honeymoon in time to celebrate Easter with my family. Given the time of year, I chose an off-the-shoulder dress with three-quarter length sleeves. The top of the gorgeous dress was full of beaded lace, while the trumpet skirt flowed into a short train.

As I walked down the aisle to my husband-to-be, my heart skipped a beat at how handsome he was in his traditional black tuxedo. He took hold of my hand as soon as I reached him, giving me his sexiest smirk before winking at me.

We each repeated our vows and as soon as the pastor uttered the infamous words, "You may kiss the bride," I was in Edward's arms. I lost myself in his kiss, completely forgetting where we were — until the pastor cleared his throat. My new husband was so proud of himself that I couldn't even be upset with him.

We held our wedding reception at the Lodge, then spent the night at a bed and breakfast in Forks before driving back to Seattle in the morning to catch our flight to Hawaii. We stayed in Kauai at a private resort, spending our days sightseeing and our nights making love… occasionally on the beach or in the ocean. It was amazing.

My period had been slightly irregular since it had reappeared after the IUD was removed, so I tried not to get too excited when it was a day or so late, especially given the added stress of planning the wedding.

But while spending Mother's Day in Forks with Edward and my family, I realized that I was over a week late. I told Rose of my suspicions, and she ran out to the drugstore for a pregnancy test; I was sure the clerk thought it was for her.

The test's instructions said that it was most accurate first thing in the morning, so I peed on the stick as soon as I woke up on Sunday, then stared at the two lines in shock.

I was pregnant. And right in the middle of the 9 to 14-month window given as the average for conceiving after a vasectomy reversal. The actuary in me rejoiced.

As calmly as I could, I removed my few toiletries from the Ziploc bag and added the test stick instead. When my siblings and their families arrived to celebrate Mother's Day, I pulled the bag from my purse, letting everyone know that my mom was going to be a grandmother for the seventh time.

I made an appointment with my doctor for as soon as I could, and after confirming my pregnancy, she gave my due date as January 11. Once it had really sunk in that I was going to be a mom, I realized that we had a looming deadline to find a new place to live. I was not going to be packing and moving when I was hugely pregnant.

Deciding where to move to was quite the battle. Edward's office was near the University of Washington campus, while mine was in Bellevue. We eventually settled on something in the middle, on Mercer Island. The homes there were expensive, but with what we could get from selling the condo plus our combined salaries, we could afford it.

We settled on a four-bedroom home on the west side of the island. The home had been built in 1959, but remodeled within the last five years. It was striking, a modern look that wasn't a huge shock to Edward's system, with numerous skylights. While it had a large deck out back, the yard itself wasn't particularly usable. However, it was located just a short walk away from a lovely park. We made an offer the day we toured the home and moved in over the summer.

Luckily, I never really experienced much in the way of morning sickness. I think Edward knew before I did, however, that my breasts were growing, pointing it out to me about two weeks before I realized that my bras were getting too tight. He was a big fan of my new figure — and my libido.

At our 20-week ultrasound, just after we'd moved, we learned that we were having a boy. Even though he'd never expressed a preference, I could tell that Edward was excited about having a son.

From that point forward, I just got… bigger. My libido cooled off around the time I started to resemble a beached whale, but Edward continued to think I was the sexiest thing ever. He had a lot of fun researching the best positions to have sex while pregnant, but he definitely preferred me riding him until that just became too damn much work for me.

Jackson Charles Cullen was born on January 3, weighing 7 pounds 12 ounces and 21 inches long. And every single inch of him was perfect, from the light hair on top of his head — just like his daddy once had — to his 10 perfect toes.

Edward stayed home with me for the first two weeks, and I really was grateful for the extra help. After the first six weeks, he altered his schedule so he could stay home on Wednesdays as well as his usual Mondays, which allowed me to work part-time for the next six weeks while he stayed home with the baby. Once we both went back to work full time, Jackson started going to a daycare near my office.

Of course, reaching the six-week mark also meant that I was clear to resume sex with my husband. Before that, once I'd started to feel more like myself, I had given Edward the occasional blowjob. Even so, he had tried to convince me to "cheat" for weeks before my check-up.

Deciding what to do about birth control was quite the debate. He was adamant that he didn't want to use condoms with his wife, while I was adamant about not wanting so-called Irish twins. We compromised, deciding that Edward would pull out, at least until I went back to work full time.

We knew we wanted a second child, so from that point on, I was willing to take my chances. Edward's sperm counts still weren't normal, so the probability of conceiving quickly was low. While our sex life was just as creative as it had always been, it wasn't as active as it'd been in the past. I was perpetually exhausted until Jackson began sleeping through the night. Edward was tired too, but that never really slowed down his libido. Still, he didn't like it if I wasn't an active participant, and would rather go without that have me lying there like a lump, as he put it.

I found out I was pregnant again at the beginning of August, when Jackson was seven months old. That meant our children would be close together, but at least my body had had some time to recover before going through another pregnancy.

And it was a good thing, because my second pregnancy was a 180-degree turnaround from my first. The morning sickness started within a week of my positive pregnancy test and continued even past the ultrasound that told us we were having a girl. Even Edward wasn't interested in touching me when I was throwing up constantly.

I had a good couple of months in the middle, when we traded off babysitting favors with Jake and Seth so that both couples could get some sexy alone time. But then one day when I was about seven months along, I passed out at my office. My supervisor called an ambulance, and tests revealed that my blood pressure was dangerously high. Once I was stabilized, I was put on bed rest until I gave birth.

My mom came to stay with us, to help take care of the house and the baby while I couldn't. I felt like a bit of a failure. My sister had had four easy pregnancies — why couldn't I have been as lucky? I felt like I was missing important milestones in my son's life. I was relegated to sitting on the couch shooting video with my phone while Edward helped him take his first steps.

Amelia Elizabeth Cullen was born on March 20, the first day of spring. And from the very beginning she was the exact opposite of her big brother. Her fuzzy hair was dark like mine, and unfortunately, she had a temper and a good set of lungs. She never seemed to sleep more than two hours at a time, leaving me far beyond exhausted. I took every possible opportunity to nap, especially once Mom left, three weeks after I gave birth.

"Hey, baby," Edward whispers, stroking my cheek. I slowly open my eyes, yawning. "Amelia is hungry."

I stretch my tired muscles as I sit up, opening my shirt. He places my crying daughter in my arms and she latches on immediately.

"I'm gonna put Jackson down for a nap," he says, pecking my lips.

When he comes back, Edward sits beside me, rubbing my back and tracing mindless patterns on my arm. "How was the park?" I ask. Now that the weather is warming up, he takes the kids every chance he gets.

"Fine," he answers after a long pause. I turn my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I'll tell you when you aren't holding Amelia."

Once I've burped her, he carries her to the nursery, then returns with the baby monitor. He again pulls at his hair nervously.

"So… there's this single mom who comes to the park. She has twins that are three or four. She's been really friendly, talking to me while they play, but… today she… she hit on me."

"What a fucking bitch," I growl. "You're there with a newborn, so clearly there's a woman in your life!"

"I've talked about you, so yeah, she knows I'm happily married. She, er, guessed that I'm still in the sex embargo period."

"So she thought you'd be interested?" I exclaim, my voice going up an octave. What nerve this woman has. "Wait — are you interested?"

"Of course not! I love you, I only want you. But… I also haven't had sex in months. I can't deny that there was a part of me—"

"You mean your dick."

"Yeah," he admits, swallowing thickly. "I didn't do anything — I wouldn't do anything, but… I don't think I should take the kids to the park again."

"You're afraid of giving in?"

"No! I'd never break my vow to you, Bella. Never," he promises. "I just don't want to encourage her."

I clench my teeth, trying to remain calm. I trust my husband… but I don't trust this woman. He shouldn't have to avoid the park because of her.

"Maybe you could go back next weekend," I propose. "I could give you a head start and then follow you… catch her in the act."

"And give her a piece of your mind?"

I shrug, smirking.

As soon as Edward takes off for the park with both kids in the double stroller, I hand Jake the diaper bag full of everything they'll need for the next few hours, then help him add the infant car seat base to his SUV; Jackson can ride in Jason's car seat.

We drive down to the park, and as soon as I get out of the car, I see a blonde woman talking to Edward, while two toddler boys play in a sandbox nearby.

I march determinedly up to him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Hi, honey," I greet him. "The doctor says I'm good to go." His eyes light up before I claim his lips in a blatantly possessive kiss.

When I pull away, I glance over at the woman, pretending to notice her for the first time. She's young and pretty, not skanky as I'd imagined. Well, not to look at, anyway.

"So you're the bitch who's been hitting on my husband, huh?" I smile as she stutters and stammers. "Yeah, that's right, he told me what you've been up to. Well, listen up — Edward and I are very happily married, and there's no room for a third person in our relationship. So back the hell off."

I pause, taking a deep breath. "Let's go home, Edward." I trail my hand down his chest suggestively.

Grinning, he takes my hand in his as he pushes the stroller over to the SUV, and we get both kids situated with Uncle Jake. "Should I wait for you to call?" he asks, smiling knowingly.

"That might be best," Edward says with a wink.

"Girl, you are gonna get lucky!" Jake high-fives me, making me laugh as he climbs up into the driver's seat.

Edward pulls me close, kissing the top of my head. "I'm the lucky one," he whispers.

A/N: That's it! Three is definitely a crowd for Edward and Bella now… though they are a family of four!

I'll put a link to Bella's wedding dress on FictionPad. The ring from Vera Wang isn't showing up anymore.

I might come back and write an additional EPOV Epilogue, if I can form the ideas in my head. My furry little baby may make writing tough anything for a while! Most of the kitty advice said tire her out so she stops being a little demon to the big cat, haha.

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