“Another game,” Lucy said, yawning widely. “I want to beat
you, Daddy, at Go Fish!”
“You are fading fast. Liam is down for the count,” Edward
chuckled, running his fingers through Liam’s red hair, as his son slumped
against his father’s arm. “It was a big day.” Lucy scowled. “Come on, Luce. Let’s
get you settled in bed.” He easily scooped up Liam. Bella got up, offering her
hand to Lucy. She reluctantly took it, following Edward into the kids’ wing.
Edward tucked Liam into bed, kissing his forehead. “Good night, bud. Love you
lots.”
“Love you, Daddy,” Liam mumbled, rolling over and snuggling
into his bed.
“Miss Bella, can you read me a story?” Lucy asked.
“Pick out a book, Lucy,” Bella smiled. Lucy bounced away, grabbing
a picture book and crawling into bed. Bella sat next to her, opening the book
and reading the story of Where the Wild
Things Are. Edward grabbed his cell phone and took a few photos, watching
Bella interact with his daughter and acting like a mom and loving his children.
Halfway through the story, Lucy conked out, her face pressed against Bella’s
arm. Bella kissed her cheek and tucked her into bed. “I hope I didn’t overstep.”
“Not at all,” Edward said, pulling Bella into his arms. He
closed his eyes, trying not to cry. “Thank you, sweetness.” He kissed her
tenderly, staring into her eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?” Bella asked, massaging his forearms.
“I’m perfect,” he said, hugging her close and moving her
away from the twins’ rooms. “I know that I shouldn’t be this emotional, but
seeing Lucy ask you to read to her? And how you interact with them? I love you
so much and my love for you has grown because you accept my babies.”
“They’re hardly babies,” Bella giggled, wrapping her arms
around his waist.
“They’ll always be my babies,” Edward chuckled, sitting down
and holding Bella to his body. “I gave them their first baths and saw almost
all of their firsts, save for their first steps. I was at work when that
happened. Tanya told me with a wave of the hand, like it wasn’t a big deal. She
didn’t even film it.” He scowled, tightening his hold on me. “But, they’re my
babies. Even though they’re seven, they’re my babies.”
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