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~*Epilogue*~

...Bella Cullen...

"Morning, princess." Edward says, Lola in his arms - like always. "Somebody's hungry."

Lola is Edward's twin - two big, beautiful green eyes that make you want to hand over your soul. She loves the hell out of her daddy, and only wants mommy when she's hungry. Edward sets her down, and she crawls across the mattress, smiling and grunting like a starving animal. She lands in my lap and crawls up my body, yanking on my shirt.

Edward chuckles and lays on his stomach between my legs, watching me wrestle Lola - who is a crazy little girl like her sister - until my shirts down and my boob's out for her to latch onto.

Edward scoots closer, his hands on my thighs, eyes on his baby girl eating. He's obsessed with my boobs and loves watching Lola eat. He kisses her cheek, and she gives him a milky grin, making my heart ache - the good kind of ache.

"It's so quiet," I whisper, not wanting to jinx ourselves. Nova and Jack have only gotten crazier these past seven months especially since we moved across the country.

Jack doesn't know what to think of his new surroundings, but Nova loves Florida.

Bear and Bax love it, too. Tiger's a little pissy - probably doesn't want to get sunburned. Fuck, I laugh every time I think about that evil, bald spawn turning red.

Edward's parents get along great with Mrs. Levitt - who we insisted move with us. She was a hard nut to crack, but in the end there was no way she wasn't jumping on board and following her adopted family.

Lola tugs on my nipple, making me yelp, her giggle too cute for me to get angry about it.

Edward kisses her cheek again before saying, "Did you bite mommy again? Be nice to mommy," making Lola grin even bigger and reach up to rest her hand on Edward's face.

My fucking heart!

Edward grins, and I roll my eyes but don't fucking mean it at all. Lola means everything to Edward, and if I get to watch her grow up, idolizing her daddy and him idolizing her, then I'll do it for a lifetime.

I will protect them at all costs!

Lola switches boobies, and Edward gazes at my hand - at the ring on my finger before kissing it. My God, he's such a fucking romantic sometimes. I love his soft, sweet side just as much as his rough, dirty talking side.

Edward can make love, and Edward can fuck. I can't decide which Edward I love more. Both are now my husband - heart holder and soul worshipper.

"We made a beautiful baby," Edward says, moving to my side, kissing my shoulder, my cheek, my ear - any part he can reach.

"She looks just like you," I say, kissing his jaw, loving the way his scruff feels on my lips.

"Yeah," he says, and I feel his grin and see his eyes crinkle. "We'll make another one that looks like you."

"Shut up." I snort and shove him a bit, jostling Lola enough she stops eating. "Are you done, Lola bunny?" I ask, in my mommy's crazy voice and kiss her sweet cheek. "Mmm, you're so soft. Mommy could just take a bite out of your cute whittle face." Lola screeches and giggle laughs, rolling around in my lap until she's facing Edward and diving for him, crawling up his body until she's hiding in his neck. "You suck," I mouth at Edward, and he puckers his lips, blowing me a kiss before reaching out to run a finger across my nipple.

I tuck my boobs away and slide off the bed, screeching when my feet brush wrinkly bald skin as Tiger sleeps on the rug by my bed. "Ugh, why does he always end up in here?"

Lola crawls to the end of the bed and peeks over, Edward holding her legs so she doesn't fall. She babbles excitedly, her hands reaching for Tiger.

Yeah, Lola and Nova are one in the same when it comes to scary ass cats.

"I think we need to get rid of him," I say, jumping when Nova barges in the room, a scowl on her face.

"Mommy!" She scolds, picking up her beloved rat. "Tiger's a part of our family. We can't get rid of him." Then to Tiger, "isn't that right my whittle baby?"

Lola screeches and grunts until Nova notices her and crawls onto the bed with her and Edward. Lola crawls into Nova's lap and pets and smacks at Tiger, and he just lets her abuse him, purring like he likes it.

He's so fucked up.

"Morning, Novie," Edward says, kissing Nova's head.

She grins up at him, her two front teeth missing. "Morning, Edward. I love summer."

Oh yeah, it's the first day of summer, and we have two months of Nova and Edward all day every day.

"I get no homework," she continues. "I get to play my drums all day. I get to play with Bear and Bax and Tiger. I don't have to ride the bus. We get to go swimming…"

I close the bathroom door and do my business, listening to Nova list a whole shit load of stuff she wants to do this summer. She's a damn handful, and she'll expect all of her wishes to be met, like she's the owner of some genie in a bottle. Edward has a soft spot for the cute little psycho.

"Mama, I hungwy," Jack Jack yells, pounding on the door.

I pull it open and lift him in my arms, kissing his chunky face all over. Jack's been a mama's boy these past seven months, and I'm not going to lie, I fucking love it. My girls choose Edward - my boy chooses me.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Pancakes!" Nova screeches, and Lola screech-babbles nonsense, her hands in the air like Nova.

I'm going to have two Nova's when it's all said and done - just watch and see.

Edward swipes Lola into his arms, and Nova swipes up Tiger before running out of the room. Jack squirms down and follows her, and it's only a matter of minutes before the family band starts up. Bax and Bear are usually the vocalists, howling like fucking wolves. It's all very chaotic.

"We have two months of this," I say, and Edward laughs.

"It'll be fun, princess."

I wrap my arms around Edward's waist, giving him and Lola a hug. "Your daddy's crazy, Lola bunny. Yes, he is." She flattens her cheek on his chest and smiles all in love. "She's obsessed with you," I say, a little jealous and brush her little bangs out of her face. "Are you obsessed with daddy, huh?"

She kicks her feet and grins, and I die at the fucking cuteness of it all.

Edward leans down and lays a kiss on my lips. "I'm obsessed with you," he says. "You'll always be my princess."

"Edward," I say, smiling, blushing, wanting to order all children back to bed so I can give my husband a good fucking - or love making. "I have to make breakfast."

"Let's go. I'll make you coffee."

"Okay."

Edward makes me coffee every morning, and I love it. He makes small, simple things feel like they're the most important thing to him. He makes me love him so damn hard.

The drums start their steady beat, and Lola begs with grunts and squeals to be let into Nova's room, but she's too little to be left alone, so we let her throw her little tantrum before putting her in her high chair and giving her some banana puffs to satisfy her for a bit.

Edward starts the coffee and toast, and I whip up some pancakes. The first couple are on the griddle when Edward hands me my mug, his hands going to my hips, his lips moving to my neck, my jaw, sliding up to my ear. "You're so fucking sexy," he whispers, nibbling on my ear. "I want to eat you for breakfast."

A glance at Lola proves she's busy and ignoring mommy and daddy's morning nookie.

"You always have to get me all hot and bothered. You shouldn't be such a tease," I say, sipping my coffee, pretending he's not making me all wobbly kneed.

"I want to bury my face…"

"Are the pancakes done?" Nova asks, yanking a stool out for her and Jack.

Edward takes a bite out of my neck before backing off.

"Almost," I say, throwing back my coffee like it's a shot of whiskey. "How many do you want?"

"Five," she demands.

"You're not getting five pancakes, No."

"Why not? I'm hungry!"

"You won't even eat them all. They'll go to waste."

"You always ask and never let me have what I want."

"Here we go again," I mumble under my breath, but Edward hears me if his deep chuckle is anything to go by. "Tell her five's too much, Edward."

He shakes his head, grinning like an idiot. "How about two, Novie?"

Have I mentioned that Edward calling Nova Novie is the most adorable thing I've ever heard? Good God, the first time he nicknamed her, I wanted to jump his ass right then and there. It's so special, and she loves it.

"Fine," she sighs, always giving in to Edward. "Can I have a donut for dessert?"

Edward glances at me, and I roll my eyes and nod my head. "Yeah, one donut."

Nova smirks like the dirty dog she is and drenches her pancakes in syrup.

"She just played us," I say when Edward sidles up next to me.

"Fuck, I know," he chuckles.

Nova's good.

"Knock, knock!" Mrs. Levitt lets herself in - she lives in our garage apartment, never too far away. "Good morning, dears. I smelled breakfast cooking and couldn't wait another second for pancakes."

"We get donuts, too," Nova says.

"Of course. What's a pancake without a donut?"

"Morning, Nancy," Edward says, kissing Mrs. Levitt's cheek before handing her his pancakes.

"Thank you, lovely."

Lovely.

Nancy and Lovely.

She still makes me call her Mrs. Levitt even after everything we've been through. Not that I could see myself calling her Nancy anyway.

Lola kicks and screams until Mrs. Levitt gives her her own personal hello.

"I didn't forget about you over her, you little doll," she says, rubbing a hand over Lola's head which is exactly what Lola was waiting for.

My children are so demanding.

"Want to go swimming with us?" Nova asks like swimming is a sure thing.

"Oh no," Mrs. Levitt says. "It's much too hot for me. Carl next door invited me for lunch over at his place."

Nova shrugs, and Edward side-eyes me, his lips lifting into a smirk, but I feel sick. I can't even fathom a Mrs. Levitt and a Carl together. Carl better keep his filthy hands to himself.

Who would have thought a move to Florida would get Mrs. Levitt a cute little companion.

It's kind of sweet, I guess.

Kind of.

…

It's late - so fucking late, but Lola's having a bad night, and we finally got her to sleep. We're afraid to move her from our bed for fear she'll wake up and start screaming again.

Edward slowly moves from the bed, maneuvering pillows to block Lola's roll from the bed, and I watch as he quietly moves to my side. He easily lifts me into his arms and does the same thing with my pillow before carrying me into the bathroom and setting me on the counter.

"You do know it's like one in the morning." I say, my hands running all over Edward's naked chest, his firm stomach, dipping into his low rise shorts until my hands wrap around his erection.

Edward wraps a hand around my pony tail and tips my head back, licking a slow, agonizing trail up my throat. "You don't want me, princess?" He whispers onto my ear.

Like he doesn't fucking know I do - the sexy tease.

His lips whisper across my cheek until they're pressing softly against mine.

I'm getting love making Edward tonight.

His lips are familiar and leave me so fucking breathless, I don't ever want to let them go.

His hand trails up my thigh, under my shorts, inside my panties until his finger is sliding inside me.

God, what is he doing to me?

His thumb brushes against my clit, and I gasp into his mouth, biting his lip, my eyes staring into his beautiful green ones. They crinkle, and he pushes harder, making me squirm and bite him harder.

The hand that leaves my hair and slides down my neck is perfectly soft. It wraps around my jaw as he kisses the life right out of me.

He's my husband.

Edward's my fucking husband.

All mine, and I love the fuck out of him.

I tilt my head back, lose his lips, and meet his glossy green eyes. "We can't do this…"

He pushes closer, his finger going deeper, making my neck arch. "Why not?"

Why not?

"Lola's right out there."

He smiles and shakes his head. "You can take it quietly, princess."

Oh shit.

Can I?

He removes his finger and pushes me into the mirror, my hand releasing his erection. "Don't fight what you want so badly," he whispers, nibbling on my chin before pressing his lips back on mine, sliding his tongue between my teeth.

Fuck me.

My hands willingly crawl up his back, digging in and scratching, making him groan into my mouth. I kiss him deeper, so much fucking deeper. I want to swallow every sound that leaves his throat.

I don't ever want to fucking stop this.

His hands move all over my body, and I am begging for it. "Please…"

When he strips me of my clothes and slides into me, I feel so fucking blissful. Edward makes me see stars and hearts and flowers.

Who does that?

My thief waltzed into my life and took what he wanted and despite what happened, what we've been through, I wouldn't change anything for this.

Right here.

This.

It's fucking everything.

"Princess," he grunts, breathing his beautiful word into my mouth. "You're going to wake Lola."

Fuck.

I close my eyes, suck his tongue into my mouth, and let him fuck me slow, so slow I can hardly stand it. But it feels good, so fucking good.

I don't want the feeling of him deep inside me to ever fucking end.

It can't.

I won't let it.

"I love you, thief," I pant across his lips.

"I love you more, princess," he groans down my throat.

Fucking impossible.

Gosh, now that I've decided to put this one to rest, my heart freaking hurts. This epilogue gave me all the feelings. Lola and Edward melted me into a puddle on the floor! My heart!

Thank you for sticking with me over these long, agonizing months. I didn't expect this one to be so tough to write! I kind of wish I wasn't done with these two now, but I don't see the point in dragging it out. Maybe here and there we'll here from these two! *heart is melting*

If you're interested, I'm writing a sweet tooth romance (When Bella Met Edward). I'm 11 chapters in and it's posted. Cowboy Edward gives me all the feelings, too!

Thank you, again!