Author Note: Thanks to all of you who've enjoyed this story! On the day I posted the second Epilogue, I got a vision in my head of a future for Edward and Bella, while I was making dinner.

All but a handful of you were happy to see them become parents. Those who weren't all reviewed as Guests so I couldn't reply. I will say that it's over seven years from Chapter 34 to 37, and Edward could do a lot of healing during that time. It's not like he'd never wanted kids when he was younger; he just thought he wouldn't be able to do it because of his prison time.

Thanks again to moosals pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Chapter 38 — Future Take

January 2025 (Evan is six months old)

"Come on, buddy, open up."

I smile as I watch Edward trying to feed Evan from the jar of baby food. Since he started on solid foods about a month ago, Edward has wanted to be the one to feed our son, whenever possible. I think he felt a little out of the loop when I was breastfeeding exclusively.

Evan seems to have grown from a helpless newborn to an infant so quickly. He can sit up on his own, and he's got a light dusting of blond hair now, just like his father did at that age. I'm sure he'll be crawling in no time.

Suddenly there's a flash of movement and a thump as Daisy lands on the table. "No, Daisy!" I call, but she completely ignores me, stepping onto the small table attached to Evan's high chair.

"Daisy, no," Edward chastises her as she sniffs at Evan. His adorable baby giggles mean Edward isn't actually going to remove Daisy from where she knows she's not supposed to be. But when she tries to lick Evan's face, Edward finally sets down the tiny spoon and puts her on the floor.

I just shake my head as Daisy sits back on her haunches, right next to the high chair. "You don't even like peas, Daisy."

I was little worried that our cat may be jealous of the new baby, but instead, she adores him and always wants to be wherever Evan is. We had to ban her from our bedroom as long as his bassinet was in there, as she kept trying to jump up there to sleep with him.

Since he started on solid foods, she's been his very best friend. It didn't take long for her to notice that his chubby face usually ends up covered in his meal, or that at least one drop of nasty-looking pureed food will hit the floor.

I watch Edward feeding the baby until my phone dings with a new email. Getting up to grab it, I check the new message.

"So Sue is planning a big 50th birthday party for my dad next month," I relate to Edward.

"Do you want to go?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, he's my dad. And he hasn't seen Evan since he came down for Thanksgiving."

"You'd take Evan?" Edward asks, turning to look at me.

"Of course I would! He's still breastfeeding twice a day, anyway, so I have no choice."

"But… I don't want to be away from him for several days. Or you," he adds, just in time to prevent my frown at being left out. It's not like I haven't left him before though, for previous trips to Forks.

"You could come with me," I suggest, then hold my breath. Edward has still never accompanied me on any trips back to Forks, so I've always kept them pretty short. It's time though; he's been out of prison nearly 10 years.

"I-I guess I could," he replies softly.

Dad's birthday is just before Valentine's Day. Edward and I decide to take a week's vacation, spending a few days in Forks for the party, then visiting Seattle, where Angela and Ben now live. Edward used to go there with his parents when he was growing up, since his grandparents lived there, but I can only remember a day trip with my dad for my 12th birthday.

We leave Daisy with Riley, Fernando, Nahuel — their three-year-old son — and Abby, the new cat they got a few years back after Jessie died at the ripe old age of 20. I'm sure she'll have a blast.

After landing at SeaTac, we pick up our rental car, then start the long drive to Forks. Evan's previous longest car trip was to Phoenix to see my mom, so I'm a bit worried, but he pretty much sleeps the entire way, thankfully. He's actually a really good baby.

Even after more than seven years, it's still weird to step into my dad's house and smell a home-cooked meal — that I didn't cook. My stepmom, Sue, is a great cook; Dad has put on a few pounds since their marriage. I would say maybe that's just what happens to middle-aged guys, but Edward is still lean. Of course, he also still gets plenty of exercise.

"Where's my grandson?" Dad yells, taking Evan's carrier from Edward.

"Charlie," he nods. "Good timing — he needs his diaper changed."

"Uhh…"

Rolling my eyes, I take the carrier back then head upstairs to change him on my old bed. Dad offered to let us stay here, but yeah… that wouldn't be awkward or anything if Dad and Sue overhear us having sex. Or worse, if I overhear them. We booked a motel instead.

The next morning, Edward and I sleep in then decide to walk the couple of blocks to the diner for brunch. He puts on a beanie hat covering his hair, claiming it's due to the light snow falling, but I'm not convinced that he's not just trying to be incognito.

The very same table where we had our big coming out nine and a half years ago is open, so we head to the back corner, then Edward carefully unwraps all of the blankets from Evan's car seat.

"Hey, do you guys need a high chair?" a waitress calls. I look up, stunned to see my old friend from high school, Jessica Stanley — well, Newton, after she apparently married my old prom date five years ago. "Bella?!" she calls out in surprise.

"Hi, Jess," I greet her with a small smile. "Um, this is my husband, Edward, and our son, Evan."

"Oh my God, how cute!" she squeals, waving at Evan, whom Edward is holding on his lap. "Let me go get that high chair."

Jessica is back in about 20 seconds, setting the high chair at the end of our table. Edward stands up to get the baby situated as we both give Jessica our orders. I take a couple of Evan's favorite toys out of the diaper bag, hoping he'll keep himself occupied.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I ask once Jessica has stepped away.

"I was kinda upstaged by our son, but I'll take it," he winks.

After lunch, we bundle up and walk over to the Forks bowling alley, where the party is being held. Dad's best friend, Billy, greets me with a hug, and I watch the baby while Edward helps decorate with signs and balloons.

Dad just thinks he's getting together with some of his friends from the res, so he's completely surprised when he walks in to find a full house.

"Did you know about this last night, Isabella?" Dad accuses, taking Evan from me.

"Of course," I reply with a wink. Dad shows off his grandson to all of his friends, then we form into teams. Edward and I play with Dad and Sue, and I apologize up front that it'll likely be my fault that we lose. Edward is a pretty decent bowler, having occasionally played with Emmett and some of the other guys who work with them.

I'm pleased that Dad's buddies and the guys on the force seem friendly enough to Edward. Some of the younger deputies might not even remember the murder case, though I'm sure their parents do. But the story seems to have faded from everyone's consciousness, thank goodness.

When the tournament is over, we all share the bowling alley's greasy pizza, then Sue brings out the birthday cake. At 7pm, they open to regular customers, and a large group decides to go to the only bar in town to continue the party.

Evan has been sleeping on and off in his car seat all afternoon, but he's definitely ready to be put down for a real nap. I encourage Edward to go with the guys if he wants to, but he chooses to come back to the motel with me. In Tucson, he has no problem going out without me, but Forks is a different story, I guess.

Once I've fed Evan and put him down for the night, Edward wraps his arms around me from behind, dropping sensual kisses on the right side of the neck.

"Bella," he whispers. "Come to bed with me." He licks my ear, and I'm like putty in his hands, letting him lead me over to the bed. I lie back and he climbs on top of me, kissing me over and over again. When he reaches for my shirt, I snap out of my stupor long enough to remember what I've forgotten to bring.

"Wait," I mumble, and he stops immediately, staring down at me, his brow furrowed. "I, um, sort of forgot to pack my birth control pills. I was just starting a new pack, and…" I trail off, shrugging.

Before I got the all clear from my doctor to resume having sex after Evan's birth, Edward and I talked about whether or not we may want to have another child one day, and what that would mean with regard to the various birth control options.

The hormonal implant, which I'd been using for years, is really a long-term option, good for three years unless it's removed. If I'd chosen to get the shot and we then decided to have another baby, it could take several months for fertility to return once I stop. So I chose to go back to birth control pills, so that I can stop taking them at any time we may be ready.

Edward sits back on his heels, pulling me up with him, then wraps his arms around me. "You already made me the happiest man alive when you gave me a son, but… I-I think I'd like to have another child. You and I were both only children, and I don't want that for Evan. I want him to have a sibling who can be his lifelong friend."

"Evan's only seven months old though…"

"And if you get pregnant today, he'll be 16 months when the new baby is born." He makes a good point; a new baby won't be here instantaneously. "What do you think, baby?"

"I think," I begin, twining my arms around his neck, "That you should take my clothes off now."

"Titty!" our 16-month-old son yells, chasing after Daisy, who wisely hides behind the couch.

"Hey, buddy," Edward says, scooping him up. "What did we tell you? Daisy loves you and is very tolerant, but when she's done playing, you need to leave her alone, ok?"

"Titty!" he yells again, making Edward giggle.

"If only you could also calmly explain to our son how to properly pronounce 'kitty' instead of giggling every time he tries," I complain. Seriously, are all guys still 12 years old at heart?

"There's no harm in it, Bella," he chuckles, poking Evan's tummy to make him giggle again.

"Yeah, until he says that in front of stranger who decides to call Child Protective Services on us." I shake my head.

Edward just laughs at me. "They'll probably just think he's hungry," he says, waggling his eyebrows. "Or, I mean, you do have pretty spectacular tittles."

I scowl, but he just smirks as he plants a kiss on my lips. Of course they're spectacular right now — I'm pregnant.

I didn't conceive in Forks; it took almost five months of trying — unlike last time, when we got pregnant on our first try. I'm 20 weeks now, and tomorrow is our doctor's appointment to find out if Evan will have a brother or sister. Both Edward and I are hoping for a girl this time. Me, because I'd like one of each, and him, because he says he wants a little girl who looks just like me. After all, I got the mini-Edward I wanted. Evan couldn't possibly look more like his father at the same age; his hair already has a life of its own.

Edward and Evan accompany me to my appointment. While the technician does her thing, Edward holds our son, who can't stop staring at the image on the screen. We've told him that he's going to have a little brother or sister, but all he seems to notice is that there's less room on my lap now.

"Well, Evan, it looks like you're going to have a baby sister," she says excitedly. I look up at my husband, who smiles at me, then leans down to peck my lips.

As I get ready for bed later that evening, I change into a sexy babydoll nightie, hoping to avoid a repeat of what happened with my first pregnancy. Once he saw the clear image and learned we were having a boy, Edward got a bit freaked out about having sex with me — it had all become a real thing to him, not just a concept. Here I was wanting him more than ever, and my husband would barely touch me! I finally seduced him one night and he got over his issues.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I stare at Edward's figure on the bed. He's only wearing boxers and his very sexy reading glasses as he sits up, leaning against the pillows, watching one of the late night shows on TV. Despite — or maybe because of — the ever-increasing gray in his hair, he continues to get even sexier.

Edward turns to watch me as I near the bed, planting myself so I'm straddling his lap. He sets his glasses on the nightstand then raises one eyebrow. "Can I help you?" he asks with a smirk.

I twine my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Are you happy?" I ask quietly. "You're getting your girl."

"I'm very happy," he confirms. "Happier than I ever thought possible."

I kiss him again, then begin sliding myself back and forth over his cock until I feel him hardening beneath me. Edward's hands are wandering over every inch of me he can reach and I want him so badly. I don't protest at all when he starts lifting my nightie over my head.

"So sexy," he growls. "I love your body when you're pregnant. Take these off," he orders, brushing one finger along the top of my panties.

Climbing off of him, I happily oblige, then wait for him to remove his boxers. Only he doesn't move.

"Edward?"

Still not saying a word, he scoots down on the bed until he's flat on his back, then looks over at me. "You can do it," he whispers. "Just go slow."

I stare at him for a long moment. It's his last limit, letting me fully remove his underwear. I haven't even made a move to try in the years since he began letting me open his jeans and pull his cock out of the convenient hole. A part of me wants to ask him if he's sure, but I know by now that he wouldn't offer if he wasn't sure.

And so I slowly bring my hands to the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips slightly and I pull them down, maintaining eye contact as I keep it very slow until they're near his knees. Climbing back over him, I position his cock and slide down, unable to help my low moan.

I ride him leisurely, loving the feel of his hands on my skin and his mouth on my breasts. It's quite amusing how much he loves my larger breasts; I never knew he was such a boob man.

As he gets closer, Edward begins thrusting up into me, hitting exactly where I need him. I cry out my orgasm, startled when he sits up, moving me the way he needs until he's following behind me. He leans his forehead against mine, his beautiful green eyes staring into mine.

He looks almost… triumphant, and I can't help the smile that spreads across my lips as I'm overcome with love and pride for him.

We're celebrating the 11th anniversary of Edward's re-birthday with his parents when my water breaks, two weeks early. Leaving Evan in his grandparents' capable hands, Edward hurriedly packs a bag for me and drives me to the hospital.

I was in labor for nearly 20 hours with Evan, but our little girl wants to make sure she's born on this already momentous day, making her debut a mere five hours later, at 11:44pm. Also unlike her brother, she's got thick dark hair already.

"So what are you going to name her?" my mom asks, as our families crowd into the room the next morning.

"Well, Edward wanted an Isabella Junior, but I vetoed that one," I chuckle tiredly, holding my baby girl in my arms. I look up at Edward, who's sitting beside me, nodding at him to tell them.

"Her name is Faith," he announces.

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