I know, I know, my absence is inexcusable, but I was in Santorini and I had a family emergency this weekend and… pfff. Anyway. Here's the futuretake I had been thinking about. Again, thank you for sticking with me for this ride! It sure was fun for me! I hoped you liked it, too! And, a little gift at the bottom...

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight.

Enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen - Futuretake

Honestly, I don't know how to feel. I know how I should feel, but I'm so goddamn confused, stunned even. My head's a fucking mess and my thoughts are jumbled. Apparently, so are Edward's, because he doesn't talk to me. He just stares ahead.

Objectively, I should be jumping up and down with happiness. I mean this is what we had been waiting for. Every step, every decision we made was with this in mind. After four years of struggling and working our asses off tirelessly, one could say Edward and I have it all. We bought our house about a year and a half after we graduated and moved to Port Angeles. We may have paid off the last of our loans seven months ago, but it was worth it. It's everything I had ever dreamt of. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was the one and Carrie loved it. It was a tad too big for us at the time, but we figured "we'll fill it". So, we worked even harder and bought it. Esme and Mom helped me decorate it, as Edward was happy to hand over the reins. Our lives had fallen into line. Edward would go to work, I would go to school –as an actual teacher, by the way- and Carrie would go to her school. Everything in our lives was fucking perfect. Except for one thing.

We tried and tried and tried, but we couldn't conceive again. We tried everything. Fertility tests, weird sex positions, a sex time-table, potions, two IVFs, but to no avail. We had reached a point when Edward's back was aching and my thighs would be sore and not in a good way. We weren't making love anymore; it was diminished to a scheduled baby-making and nothing more. I can't even begin to count how many tears we had shed, how many times I was afraid we'd fall apart, how many fights had taken place or how many pregnancy tests I had taken that came out negative. The more time passed, the more nervous I got. I mean, I turned twenty-seven three months ago. It had been so long and I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. What if my body had forgotten how to be pregnant or something? The fact that Rosalie and Emmett were about to have their third baby didn't help matters. Alice and Jasper were also pregnant on their second munchkin, so my mood had hit rock bottom. Edward knew I wouldn't be able to handle another failed attempt to get pregnant through in vitro and I knew our family wouldn't afford one more negative pregnancy test. But, I daren't say anything, because I wanted it so much. I didn't want to stop trying. It felt like giving up on my potential baby. It seems, however, that Edward had reached his limits. So, in the morning of winter break, he woke me up with a kiss and two packed suitcases.

"I don't want to try again, Ladybug," he whispered. "Fuck it. We're good. I love you and I love Carrie. We're healthy and happy. I don't need anything else. I just need us. I've missed us. Now, get up and get dressed. We're going to Las Vegas for the week. I've arranged everything. Mom will watch Carrie along with Emmett's and Rose's little ones."

The asshole had spent the money we had saved for another IVF on vacation. But I couldn't be pissed at him. While I sulked and whined, he actually made an effort to salvage our marriage before it was too late. Time to move your ass, too, bitch.

Needless to say, our time there was amazing. It was like a second mini-honeymoon, our first being in Greece. I had sex without calculating my circle for the first time in years. And I had lots of it. I hoped no family would enter this hotel room before Kim Woodburn and Aggie McKenzie themselves scrubbed every little surface clean. Those walls had seen some serious fucking. For five whole days we just slept in, cuddled in the middle of the massive bed, called room service, ate breakfast, made love, cuddled some more, fucked again, called room service, ate lunch, fucked, ate dessert off each other, fucked again and went out in the evenings. We went sight-seeing, took photos in various places and tried to find the places "The Hangover" scenes were shot. We didn't have any "serious" talks. In fact, we were particularly careful to avoid any topic considered "heavy". We just had some much needed fun. We also bought some souvenirs and watched some shows, which we re-enacted later in our hotel room. Oh, yeah. I made sure Edward knew just how thankful I was for this trip.

Apparently, I had been a bit overzealous with my ministrations, which is how we ended up here. It's the beginning of February and we are going home. We just came out from the Doctor's office. I'm pregnant. With triplets.

It's a bit ironic how I tried to read too much into every little headache I had for over three years, and now I had just dismissed a missed period and morning sickness as stress and the flu. Shit, I was six weeks along and I was already showing! I mean, I already have a kid, I should have seen it coming. But it was Heidi of all people who said that maybe I should make an appointment with my doctor.

When we arrive home, he pulls in and helps me out of the car. Wordlessly, we trudge up the three porch steps. He opens the door for me and then closes it silently behind him. He leans against it and rests his head back with closed eyes and a faint smile on his lips. Suddenly, he starts chuckling and shaking his head.

"It's fitting," he starts, "if you think about it. A baby for every two years, just like we had planned initially." He pushes off the door and hugs me tightly, twirling me around, making me giggle. "Holy shit, Ladybug, you're pregnant," he whispers against my forehead in a thick voice.

"I'm pregnant," I nod, just as quietly.

"With triplets," he chuckles through his tears.

"With triplets," I sigh and rub my face against his chiseled chest. His body didn't belong to a teenager anymore. My husband was twenty-eight and DILF-ier than ever before. He never went to pick up Carrie from school without a hickey or two. He did have a point when he turned our basement into a gym, I give him that.

"Fuck, you're pregnant!" he shouts suddenly as if it just hit him and scoops me up, dropping me on the couch. "Do you have any idea, even the tiniest concept of how happy you've made me?" he asks with tears still coursing down both our faces. I wipe his cheeks and he mine.

"All these years, all these failed attempts, the trying and crying…" I shake my head. "And all we had to do was go to Vegas."

"I know, right?"He laughs and leaves sloppy kisses all over my face. "I never thought I could love you more, but I do. Three kids, I can't believe it. We struggled so much for a second one, and we're having three more."

"Yes, well, you had been saving up," I kiss his neck and pat his crotch.

"You know what I hated the most?" he asks and places a hand on my butt, kneading softly.

"The doctor visits," I answer right away. He always had this scowl on his face when the doctor's face was up close with my vagina, but it had to be done.

"Even more than that," he presses and kisses behind my ear.

"What?" I whisper.

"Whenever I was with you like this," he emphasizes with a thrust, "because I had to and not because the urge hit. I hated it."

"I know, baby, I hated that, too," I moan when he sucks on my neck and drag my fingers through his hair.

"How long until Carrie comes home from school?" he asks against my neck and I smile, because I know where this is going. The urge just hit and he doesn't have to wait until it's time and the meds have kicked in. We want it now and we'll do it now.

"About three hours," I pant.

"Okay," he says and raises his head. "Here's the plan. I take you upstairs, strip you out of these cockteasing clothes you wear, fuck your brains out and then we'll talk about how to break this into everyone, especially Carrie. Sounds good?"

"Very," I smile and let him drag me upstairs. We don't make it far though and he pins me against the hallway wall, ripping my shirt open, and buttons flying everywhere.

"Beds are overrated," he grunts and smashes his lips to mine, hoisting me up by my hips. Bunching my skirt up, he undoes the fly on his jeans and I open his slacks, loosening his tie. Without warning, he just drags my panties to the side and slams into me.

"Ugh," I moan and lean my head on his shoulder as he bounces me up and down his glorious cock.

"I can't wait until you're too pregnant for this, baby," he growls in my ear. "Can't" –thrust- "fucking" –thrust- "wait." He pulls my bra cup down and takes a nipple into his mouth and I unclasp the bra with difficulty, freeing my breasts. They don't fit well anymore, how didn't I notice?

He goes faster and faster, letting go of all his frustration. The reality slowly sinks in. It's over, it's all fucking over. No more heartache, no more heartbreak, no more pills, no nothing. It's done. I'm pregnant. I'm carrying three fucking babies right now. With a moan, I scratch my nails down his back and fist his shirt, asking for more.

Edward growls and walks us over to our bedroom as I keep up our rhythm, using my locked ankles behind his back. He drops us heavily on the mattress and pumps harder than before.

"Cum, baby, cum now and then we're gonna make love, okay? Fuck, for hours, but I need you to cum, now," he orders and rubs my clit feverishly, biting my neck. His name leaves my lips in an agonized whisper as I cum, letting go of everything. Once I calm down, my eyes water again and Edward smiles softly, kissing them away.

"Here we go again," he teases. "Are you gonna cry thrice as much now?"

"Shut up," I swat at him.

"Sorry," he snickers and leans down to kiss my nose before he takes my shirt off completely. It's amazing how two minutes and a test result can change your mood, your whole life really, as if the bad stuff never happened. Here I am, in bed with the man I'm in love with just like always. Two months ago, I would've waited until six, so the sperm would have better luck at finding my egg or something. I wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I'd like to, I would have just done it.

Now, I just wait for round two, and possibly three.

~*~TBL~*~

"Fuck, Bella, ugh, yes," he moans against my neck and I throw my head back, thrashing around. He entwines our fingers and raises my hands above my head, using them as leverage. My legs fell like Jell-O, but I don't want him to stop, ever.

"Edward, please," I mewl and buck my hips, moving in sync with him.

"Give me one more, Ladybug, just one more. I need to see you come again before I lose it."

I let out a little scream and reach down to rub at my clit while Edward focuses his attention on my hyper-sensitive breasts. And it feels so fucking good.

"Ugh, baby, yes! Fuck, don't stop!" I order and move my fingers even faster. My skin feels on fire and my face is drenched with sweat, but I don't really care. We really, really need that.

"How about like this?" Edward grunts and sits back on his heels. He grabs my hips and pulls my pelvis a little higher before thrusting back in, hard.

"Fuck!" I fist my own hair and try to move with him, but the coil in my stomach unravels once more, making me all uncoordinated and shit. I think I can hear him moaning my name –though I can't be sure- but he then drops most of his weight on me, which means he's done.

"I think we broke our own record," he pants and rolls to the side, so he wouldn't crush me.

"Babe, that was four orgasms in a row. I'm surprised we didn't break your dick," I wheeze out and snuggle up to him.

"Have I told you that I love you?" he murmurs and kisses my hair.

"Mm-hm, say it again," I mumble.

"I love you," he chuckles and strokes my belly. "I hope we didn't jostle them too much," he muses.

"Are you kidding?" I whine and roll on my back. "It's already protruding. This was my last sex-fest for the rest of this fuckery they call multiple pregnancy. Didn't you see these photos at the Doc's office? I'll look huge in three short months."

"You'll look perfect," he smiles and blows a raspberry on my slight baby bump.

"How are we gonna tell Carrie?" I ask and chew on my lip.

"I don't know," he shrugs and places his head on my stomach. "It can't be too difficult. She's been asking for a baby brother or sister on every birthday and Christmas without fail." No pressure.

"Yeah, we can do that," I agree. "We can be like 'hey, Carrie, remember you asked for a baby?' We're gonna have three! You just have to wait a bit.' Depending on whether she cries or smiles, we'll see who tells the rest," I muse. "That's as good as it gets," he nods. "Now, cuddle time," he declares and comes back up next to me.

"Just so you know, when the babies are due, I'm gonna ask them to cut me open. My pussy still hurts sometimes a bit when I think about delivery. Once was enough, thank you very much."

"Well, if I did my job right, you'll be sore tomorrow, too," he smirks and hugs me closer.

"You know what I mean, asshole," I laugh and smack his chest.

"I do," he chuckles and kisses my hand, letting rest on his chest, above his beating heart. "I still can't believe it, it feels surreal," he sighs and I understand. This whole thing had taken its toll on both of us. Of course, we had it much better than some couples we met in the clinique, because at least we had our Carrie, when others had never experienced the joy of being a parent. Still, though, it was hard, both of us felt equally useless, we blamed ourselves, sometimes each other, and so on and so forth.

Now, all that had changed. A little examination and a five-minute sonogram was all it took. We're pregnant now. I sigh, too, and snuggle closer.

~*~TBL~*~

"So, what did you guys want to talk about?" Carrie asks, eyeing us suspiciously as she plops down in her chair to eat, after she washed her hands. Of course.

"Just… talk, I guess," I shrug and look at Edward. She's too smart for her own good and she's only seven. I don't even want to think of how much she'll be able to understand when she's older.

"Mom, come on. Σοβαρά τώρα," she throws me an incredulous look and starts eating her pasta. I didn't have much time to prepare anything else with… you know.

"It's true that we'd like to discuss something very important with you," Edward takes over and grabs my hand under the table, giving it a light squeeze.

She laces her fingers in front of her and gets a serious look on her face. "You may proceed."

"Remember what you've been asking us for a while now?" I start and throw her a look in return. It's our look. Come on, baby, you're a smart girl.

"Um, we'll go to Disneyland?" she guesses. "I've been asking for quite some time," she points out and raises her brow. She wants to pierce it one day. Don't ask me why.

"Yes, ever since you heard Christie is going, we know," I roll my eyes. Yes, they're best friends, but… ugh.

"Even longer than that," Edward urges and sits up a bit, leaning forward.

"Well, I want-" she cuts herself off. She purses her lips and taps her fingers against them. She tilts her head a little to the side. Finally, she smiles slightly and raises her eyes to look at us.

"Mommy? Do you have a baby in your belly?" she asks quietly, her smile reaching her ears.

"I do," I smile back and push my chair back a little, because I know what's coming.

With a squeal, she jumps off her seat and runs to me, sitting on my lap and wrapping her hands around my neck.

"Mummy!" My ear! "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We just found out today," I explain.

"When's the baby gonna be here?" she whines and stares at my stomach, willing the baby to come out yet.

"It'll take a while, but honey, that's not all," Edward interjects and takes her from me.

"What do you mean, Daddy?" she looks up at him, hanging from his lips as always. Sometimes, I'm jealous of their special bond, but they look so cute together I don't have the heart to say anything. I can feel the waterworks starting faintly, so I nod to Edward to get the fuck on with it.

"There's more than one baby in there, baby girl," he murmurs and kisses the top of her head.

"Twins?" she squeals again and looks at my stomach.

I shake my head and she tilts hers to the side, confused. "There are three babies in here," I point at my belly.

"Three?" she asks, shocked. "How do they even fit?" she pokes at my belly.

"They're really, really small. But I'll get fatter soon enough," I frown.

"What would you say if we eat now and then we can ask Grandpa, Grandma and Γιαγιά to come over for dinner tonight? You can tell them the good news. What do you think?"

"Ναι, μπαμπά," she giggles cheekily and goes back to her seat, practically inhaling her food.

Impatient little cheeky shit. Just like me. How I love her.

She's finished in ten minutes. "Can I call and tell them now?" she questions as she practically vibrates in her seat, sauce smeared all over her mouth and chin.

"Sure, go ahead," Edward chuckles. Before he's even completed his sentence, she runs and picks the phone, dialing my mother's number first, because she knows it by heart. My girl is grown up and memorizes numbers. Cue the tears.

"Γεια σου, γιαγιά! Η Carrie είμαι. Θες να έρθεις απόψε να φάμε; Ναι, θα είναι και η άλλη η γιαγιά και ο παππούς…"

7 months later

After four whole years of wishing and longing, I never thought I'd hate being pregnant, but I do, with a passion. Everything about it sucks. My back is sore, my boobs are sore, my feet are swollen, my belly has expanded to inhuman proportions and looks like a watermelon, I have more stretch marks than I thought I'd be physically able to have, I'm constantly either crying, eating, feeling hot or feeling tired, need I say more?

My only comfort is –who else?- my husband, who never leaves my side, to the point of getting on my nerves. But then I think of all the things I can't do alone or how much he loves me and takes care of me, so I tell him to stay by me and never leave me. Cue the tears again.

Of course, Edward, being his perfect self, just held and rocked me until I calmed down every time, while he also made sure Carrie got to school on time and the fridge was stocked.

Things got even worse when the doctor put me on bed rest, because I can't move. I have to stay immobile all day, every day. Alice and Rosalie visit as often as they can, even Jessica flew from New York to see me, where she works as a journalist. My favorite is when Emmett comes by, though. His reaction when we made the announcement was pure gold.

~*~TBL~*~

"Holy shit dude! Congrats!" he stood up and hugged us both. "You, like, knocked her up thrice! That's awesome! You're the man!"

"Emmett, dear, I don't think it works that way," Esme corrected him.

"Actually, it does," Edward interjected and handed Esme the ultrasound. "See? They're fraternal," he smirks smugly and pushes his shoulders back slightly.

"Teach me, Master," Emmett says with a dead-serious look on his face.

~*~TBL~*~

But, you know what my really favorite is? The fact that I'm in our newly bought, extra spacious car, heading to the maternity clinic. I'm squeezing those babies out, mm-hm. Finally. Well, technically, I won't lift a finger, but still…

"You know, it's nice," I muse out loud and rub my about-to-explode stomach.

"What isn't?" Edward snickers and grabs my hand to kiss it, before placing it back on my belly.

"True," I nod my head, "but what I meant is that this time, there's no pain, no squeezing the shit out of your hand, no nothing. I'll have a scar, yes, but I can always cover it up."

"Let me guess, with some ink, maybe?" he teases.

"Uh-huh. A big arrow towards my pussy that'll say "Insert here" in cursive," I mock.

"I'm pretty sure I know where to put it, Πασχαλίτσα," he smiles crookedly.

"Only because I showed you," I stick my tongue out and he laughs. "You'll be in there with me, right?" I ask.

"Of course, Ladybug," he answers.

"And you called Esme? Carrie's okay?"

"Of course, Ladybug."

"And everything's set, right? I won't have to wait. In and out, just like that," I push.

"Of course, Ladybug," he sighs, but throws me a sideways glance, to make sure I know he's not really angry.

"Are we there, yet?" I huff and settle in my seat.

"As if we haven't been here a thousand times. It's just around the corner."

Within the hour, I'm in the operation room, situated on the bed, with Edward by my side. The nurse injects me with the anesthetic and the doctor asks me if I can feel anything before he begins.

"It's happening, baby. They're gonna be here any minute," Edward smiles with watered eyes again and kisses my forehead sweetly.

"God, this is awesome. Like smoking weed, but better," I wheeze out. "I've never gotten this high before. It's awesome."

"Actually, that's the morphine, but… whatever floats your boat," he chuckles.

"I like you in scrubs. Can we take them home? I'll dress up as a nurse," I slur.

"Baby One's out," the doctor pipes up. "It's a girl. Congratulations."

"Cool, one down, two to go. Good job, doc."

"Congratulations Mommy," Edward whispers to me and shows me our daughter before a nurse whisks her away.

"How do they even manage to concentrate with all these little unicorns flying around?" I ask. For some reason, I don't think I speak as clearly as I should, but I don't know why. "Seriously, make sure they don't cut deeper than they are supposed to. I'm done with the baby making, but I want to keep fucking your brains out. I need my pussy intact for that."

"Baby, not the right place for that, don't you think?" he chuckles nervously.

"No, really, I love your cock. I wanna tap that, Daddy," I giggle.

"Baby Two's out, too. Girl again," the doctor announces and I barely catch a glimpse of her before she's being taken away, too.

"You sound so bored. You probably haven't even gotten any in the last five months," I mumble.

"It's the morphine," Edward covers up for me.

"Feels like the dopiest weed, though," I add.

"They don't use that word anymore, baby."

"Then I'm bringing it back. Just like JT brought 'sexy' back. I used to have such a huge crush on him. But I love you even more. Sometimes, I've thought about having a threesome with you guys, but then I thought 'he's married to Jessica Biel and she looks like a tough ass bitch'. I like my hair where it is."

"Okaayy, here's baby Three and… it's a boy. Congratulations."

"It's a boy this time, Ladybug," Edward whispers thickly and kisses my cheek as he holds our son.

"Wow. Way to go, Edward's super-sperm. Fuck, we haven't thought of any names. Is Elsa okay for the first baby girl? I love Frozen. I could get a snowflake done to cover up the scar, or even Olaf."

"Okay. Uhm, how long does this last? Because she does sound higher than Burj Khalifa," Edward clears his throat.

"That's in Dubai, right? You're such a nerd, but I love you," I mutter sleepily. "I wanna sleep."

"Then sleep, baby. We'll be here."

"And I really like Tyler. We can let Carrie decide the other baby girl's name."

"Sure, Ladybug. But we're naming her Sophia. It's Greek, it means 'wisdom'. I Googled it," he smiles down at me.

"Good call," I mumble and go to sleep. He'd better have some chocolate for me when I wake up. And a hot dog.

Translation:

Σοβαρά τώρα = Seriously now

Γιαγιά = Nanny

Ναι, μπαμπά = Yes, Daddy

Γεια σου, γιαγιά! Η Carrie είμαι. Θες να έρθεις απόψε να φάμε; Ναι, θα είναι και η άλλη η γιαγιά και ο παππούς… = Hi, Nanny! It's Carrie. Do you want to come over for dinner? Yes, Grandma and Grandpa will be here, too…

Πασχαλίτσα = Ladybug

And… that was it. Bella and Edward had their difficulties, but I focused on the good parts. What did you think of the number? Triplets, huh? Are there any mommies around here?

Next story: Between Two Worlds (Told you!)

Summary: Bella and Edward's love, although powerful, is trapped between the mortal and the immortal world. What happens when someone comes along and helps them combine those worlds? Someone like Edward's biological sister par example...

And a Sneak Preview, as an "I'm sorry"…

"So, tell me about her," I ask Edward as he drives us to the airport. I'm really nervous about meeting her and her husband, so I thought that if I knew some things about her, it'd be easier to make her like me.

"Well," he began, "Elizabeth Ann Masen -now Guerriero- is my sister. She was barely 18 when she was changed. During WWII, we were invited to Italy. We were semi-forced to go, because we had refused his invitation every time he asked. But we lived in London at the time. We were out of excuses." He takes a few breaths before he continues lost in his memories. "As soon as we walked in the room," he shakes his head. "Everyone realized what happened at once. The only thing I find solace in is the memory of Felix's face. He looked so shocked."

"That's awesome," I nod. "But who's Felix?" I ask. I'd never heard of him before.

"Felix is Liz's mate and the reason we had to take the Jeep. He'd never fit in my Volvo. He was in Caius's guard. Aro saw it as his 'window' to make us stay. So, Liz and Felix could only be together as long as they were married. But, he's one of the oldest vampires I've ever met. It was hard for him to change his ways. Aro knew that and he counted on it, because he wanted Liz, too."

"She's gifted?" I question as we turn into the airport's parking lot.

"Yes," he sighs. "She can 'switch' back and forth between the two natures. It's fascinating."

"Wow," I breathe out, not knowing what else to say. The possibilities with such a gift are endless...

What do you think? I don't think it will be as long as TBL, maybe even a one-shot, I don't know, but it's been on my mind for quite some time and the only way to get it out is to write it out. Does anyone share the feeling? So, it's not a goodbye. See you around! (I just winked)

Fairy xoxoxo