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When the sun was up and we'd managed to sleep a longer stretch than normal, Emma's cry came through the monitor.

"Merry Christmas," I said, smiling.

We got up and I changed Emma's diaper and relaxed on the couch to nurse her. Edward brought me some toast, a mug of coffee fixed exactly the way I loved it, and a glass of water while the breakfast casserole we'd made together the night before was in the oven.

"You first," Edward said, handing me a beautifully wrapped box. The tag said it was from Santa, which made me laugh.

"I can't open with one hand," I said. "You guys go first and once she's done I'll open mine."

Edward opened his Xbox, then the games that went with it. He was definitely excited, and that made me so happy. He could be so difficult to buy gifts for.

"Thank you, love," he said, leaning over to kiss me. "This is perfect."

Jasper opened his gifts from me next, his mouth forming that beautiful pouty smile when he saw the whiskey.

"It's wrong to drink at nine AM, right?"

"Sorry, babe," I said. "You can indulge tonight, though."

He waggled his eyebrows at me and Edward and we all giggled. I had a feeling we'd all be indulging later.

I'd made them set aside the boxes from me that I knew had naughty things in them, wanting to open the other gifts first. As they tore into their dirty gifts, they opened the lids and dumped out the contents. I had to laugh at the way we treated sex kind of casually — that wouldn't be able to go on much longer, not with a curious baby getting ready to crawl and explore.

There were a few vibrators, some lube - regular and flavored, and some stainless steel toys. I'd bought an egg vibrator just like the one they'd given me on our very first Christmas, to replace it since it had long ago broken. By the time they had everything unwrapped and ready to wash, Emma was finished. Jasper took her and it was my turn to unwrap my gifts.

The box Edward had handed me earlier was first, and inside was a gorgeous bracelet. It had emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds. Each gem reminded me of us, something I'd said to Edward more than once, so it touched me that he remembered. Once I had it clasped around my wrist, I opened the other gift, also labeled from Santa. When the paper had been torn away, I could feel the lump in my throat. It was a gorgeous black and white photo of me nursing Emma. Edward must've taken it without me noticing him, and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Thank you."

"Actually, Jasper took this one. I gave him a few hints, but it was his idea. He shot it and had it printed and framed."

"Well, thank you too, then," I said, leaning into Jasper as much as I could without squishing poor Em.

Jasper put Emma in to the bouncy chair and we all went into the kitchen to eat. The entire day was a whole lot of nothing, and I was excited about putting our new gifts to use that night. When Emma was in bed for what I knew would be a bit of a stretch, I dragged Jasper and Edward to the bedroom. Once we were free of our clothes, Edward and I laid Jasper on the bed, and I grabbed the bottle of lube, a smaller vibrator, and a towel. Without words or a plan, Edward moved up to Jasper's head, kissing him. I watched from between Jasper's legs as I touched and stroked him.

Uncapping the bottle, I let the silky liquid drip down onto the base of Jasper's cock, then slide to where he needed it. My fingers followed, teasing and tracing circles before pushing in slightly. His hips bucked when I lapped at the head of his cock then took him inside my mouth. I sucked and snaked my tongue out, licking while my lips surrounded him. After a few moments, I grabbed the vibrator I'd brought over and pressed the head inside of him.

His grunt was muffled, and I looked up at them to see what they were doing. I watched Edward's ass flexing and pushing forward, then retreating. Once I figured out Edward's rhythm and had the vibrator well-lubed and all the way inside of Jasper, I did my best to match the pace and timing. Jasper began to move, pushing into my hand holding the toy, then lifting up against my lips. I could imagine Edward looking down into his eyes and whispering sweet and dirty things to him as he held on to his hair.

My body reacted to the sight of them and the room suddenly got hotter. I tried to figure out a way to touch myself while I was pleasuring Jasper, but I could barely think beyond what I was busy doing. I gave up, knowing my turn would come. I focused on them, watching them together, and watching Jasper react to my movements. His body was like a piece of art, sculpted and smooth. Edward's was too, but in different ways and areas.

Jasper grunted and groaned, and I could tell they were close to their orgasms. I switched the vibrator on, then pressed harder, faster, deeper, and paid closer attention to moving my other hand and mouth against Jasper's cock. He came seconds later, and I quickly swallowed. While he came down, I continued to lick and kiss him, carefully pulling out the now turned off vibrator. I set it on the towel and moved up Jasper's body, kissing and touching. Edward had already moved off to the side, so I straddled both of them, one of my legs surrounding one of each of theirs.

I gave them a minute to recover and enjoyed their roaming hands, my need ramping higher with each passing second. For half a second, I was worried they'd fall asleep. When Edward rolled me over to the other side of Jasper, I smiled. He grabbed my legs and settled himself between them. As he kissed me, his hands moved through my hair. My hips flexed, pressing myself against his body, and I moaned softly.

"Poor baby," he teased. "Did we leave you frustrated?"

Edward plucked at my nipple as he continued to with his words.

"I promise to make it up to you," he said, working his way lower, kissing and licking.

Jasper moved to my mouth, taking Edward's place and pressing his lips against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, teasing me in much the same ways Edward had.

Edward slowly pushed his fingers inside of me, pulling them back out at the same torturous pace. He lowered his mouth and although I couldn't watch since Jasper was blocking the view, I could imagine what he was doing. I let go of thinking about it and soaked in the sensations. I held on as long as I could, prolonging the inevitable as Edward flicked my clit with his tongue and Jasper continued to bite and suck at my breasts and skin. When I came, I was panting and sweating, every ounce of focus and concentration spent.

I slept soundly, something that hadn't happened since Em was born. I didn't wake up worried, I just slept and slept and slept. When she woke up the next morning and I heard her crying, I rolled over and realized Jasper had already gotten up. I waited in bed, ready to lazily nurse her as we all woke up.

We weren't due at Charlie and Sue's house until later in the afternoon, so we spent the morning being lazy in bed, watching TV. Edward was reading a medical journal and Jasper kept looking at his phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, sweetness," he said, leaning over to kiss me. He didn't put his phone away, though, and I saw him texting several times throughout the day, which was unusual for him.

When we got to Charlie's house, Jasper left his phone in his pocket, but he had an unsettled air around him. I felt anxious and nervous; was he having second thought s about being a dad or husband? Had I done something to upset him? There was a pit in my stomach at the thought that he was withholding information.

Despite my anxiety, I managed to make the most of the day.

I took eleventy billion pictures of Charlie holding Emma. She was already so different from her newborn days and I wanted to be able to show her these moments. The way he held her, awkward and uncomfortable but sure he wanted to be holding her, made my heart melt.

"You're such an awesome grandpa," I said, poking him in the ribs.

"I have some ground to make up for, being a not-so-awesome dad." His voice was sad and soft, and I wanted to hug him.

"Hey, you did what you could."

His head bobbed and his lips twitched in a barely-there smile. I could feel his guilt, thick like a blanket over us, with no way for me to ease it.

I put my hand over his, thin skin and veins cold against my warmth, and squeezed.

"Okay baby hog," Sue interrupted. "It's my turn. These kids are going to take off soon, and I want to hold her."

Watching them transfer her was comical, but when she was settled in Sue's arms, I snapped a few more pictures. Charlie sat next to them, one of his arms around Sue's shoulders, and it was something magical. He looked at Sue almost the same way he looked at Emma. Of course his love for each of them was different, but the depth of it was profound. I was glad he'd found Sue, and that together, they'd found their way out of sadness.

For a brief moment, I wondered what it would have been like to have Sue as my mother, but quickly banished the thought. My life would have been so vastly different, and I wanted nothing to do with anything that could possibly have altered my path.

"Ready?" Edward whispered to me.

"Yeah. Let's give them a few minutes while we pack up."

We carried all the stuff that goes along with traveling with a baby back out to the car and did what we could to stall.

"It's that time, guys," I said. "Sorry."

"Just means you have to come back sooner," Sue said, handing Emma to Edward.

"Or you can come visit again," I said. "It's not that far…"

Everyone nodded and smiled, but Charlie gripped me so tightly when he said goodbye, I worried something was wrong with him.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah, kid, I just miss ya. You get old, you realize all the time you lost. Don't waste any of it."

I tried to keep his advice in mind over the next few weeks. I could feel the tides turning — Emma was sleeping longer, I felt better than I had in months, and our routine settled down into something manageable. I'd even brought Emma into the office to see Edward, Esme, and Carlisle.

Soccer season was in full swing and we'd talked about taking Em to a game once the weather had warmed up a bit. I looked forward to that, but also wondered how awkward it would be to not talk to her the entire game about Daddy out on the field. It was one thing when it was just Edward and me, but what would we do when Emma could point and say "Daddy"? There was so much we hadn't thought about, I realized.

Jasper's behavior had settled down a bit, but I could still feel the tension rolling off him some days after practice or a game. We'd gone to dinner the night before the game we were all going to and he was texting like mad on his phone again. I gave him The Look a few times, but he just shook his head and I could tell he didn't want me to ask about it.

When we got home, though, I couldn't let it go. Emma was in her crib, and Edward was on the other side of Jasper. With him in the middle, I curled my body to his, and turned my head, resting my cheek on his chest.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked quietly. "And did you tell him, or are you keeping a secret from both of us?"

Edward's Kindle slowly lowered until he was looking at us in expectation.

"It's not a big deal, Bella," he said, his voice tight. "And no, I haven't told either of you. I didn't want to tell you. It'll go away. It's nothing."

"It's clearly not nothing. I just want to help. Or talk about it." I could feel my throat closing as I again contemplated all the reasons he might be keeping secrets. "Are you unhappy?" I asked, watching helplessly as a tear slipped from my eye and landed on his bare chest.

"No! Jesus," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "It has nothing to do with my feelings for you guys."

His thumb reached out and wiped another tear away.

"I can't promise it will go away and not tell you?"

"No," Edward and I said at the same time.

"The woman from the restaurant knows who I am."

There were several moments of silence where no one really knew what to say.

"So?" I finally asked.

"She's just trying to stir up drama. She has no evidence, thank god, but she contacted Coach. He made it sound like she was considering going to the gossip magazines. We've been working with my PR people to figure out how to deal with her."

"Do you have a plan? Does that mean we should skip your game?" I asked. I could feel my anxiety level creepy up.

"We're still trying to put together a whole plan, but no, you should absolutely not skip the game. This is what I didn't want," he said, clearly frustrated. "I don't want to alter how we behave. Even if she does go to the press, it's not that big of a deal. It might mean I lose some fans, but people are more open-minded these days, I think. I doubt it would get much play outside the rags."

No one said anything more about it, in a moment of denial from all of us. It was as if the incident would magically go away if we didn't acknowledge the seriousness of it.

I barely slept that night. I held Emma close, rocking her and talking to her quietly as she nursed. When she fell asleep, I didn't put her down. I could feel the storm clouds rolling in, but I had no idea what this would mean for us — I just knew it wasn't going to be good. Jasper was so casual and optimistic about it. I couldn't find that strength inside to believe it would all be okay.

The next day, Jasper left early in the morning to practice, then met us for lunch at the cafe by Edward and Carlisle's office. We agreed that Edward, Em, and I would wait for him after to grab ice cream together and celebrate Emma's first official game. It sounded like the perfect idea, and I couldn't wait. I hadn't been able to attend many games since I'd given birth, but Edward had; it would be nice to go together, like we used to.

When it was time, we sat in our usual seats, decked out in all our team gear, and I held Emma on my lap — she was wearing her team onesie and had her stuffed mascot. Edward and I bought beer and hot dogs and I was glad the weather had finally cooperated. I was excited to see my man in action, and I could tell Edward felt the same.

Watching Jasper sign autographs before the game made me smile. He interacted with children and adults in such an easy way that I envied. He looked up at one point and gave us a huge smile, which made me feel slightly more at ease.

The game got underway and I was clapping Emma's little hands together.

"Does he seem distracted to you?" I asked Edward quietly.

"No. Stop worrying."

"He doesn't have his game face on."

"I'm sure he's fine."

My hot dog sat in my stomach like lead, and I gulped at my beer. During halftime, Jasper looked up at our section again, and I tried to calm myself down. I was just over-reacting. Everything was fine. Jasper was smiling and although the score was still 0-0, everyone seemed to be doing their best.

The players filtered back on to the field, and I started to nurse Emma. I got her settled and covered, then looked up and started to watch the game again. It was like a moment of time in slow motion. I could see Jasper and a teammate running toward the ball, which the other team had control of. Everyone was so focused on the ball, though, that they all collided. It was four people smashing together like bowling pins.

I'd seen incidents like that happen — people crashed into each other all the time, then shook it off and walked away.

Jasper didn't keep going, though. In fact, he fell to the ground, dropping like a stone. Everything went silent for the briefest moment, and then I could hear his teammates calling out for help and an ambulance.

I hadn't anticipated all of the noise that seemed to flood in. People began to surround him and the entire stadium was buzzing with panic. I couldn't see him, couldn't hear him, and had no idea if he was okay. Edward must have felt the same way because we both shot out of our seats, forgetting to even grab our diaper bag, and ran.

As fast as we could, we ran down to the inner stadium area. Security wouldn't let us in, though — we weren't seated there and he had no idea who we were. I knew if we could get in touch with Jasper's coach he'd let us back, but he was already on the field and likely wouldn't hear his phone, or want the distraction. I considered going back to our seats, but we still wouldn't really be able to see much. If we stayed where we were, I prayed one of Jasper's teammates would come talk to us or let us back.

I paced, putting my clothes back together and trying my best to soothe Emma, who had obviously been bounced around during the run.

"Oh, God. Shit. Jesus. Edward, did you see how bad it was?"

"No, but… No," he said, shaking his head and tugging at his hair.

The sirens of an ambulance stabbed my ears with their deafening tone. Would they bring him out through this area, or someplace else? Maybe it was just a pulled muscle, I tried to tell myself. But I knew, deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew it was bad.

Tears flooded my eyes and I had to remind myself to take slow, measured breaths. I didn't need to pass out; I needed to be strong.

"Edward, where are they going to bring him out?"

"I have no idea."

"Should we wait here?"

"I don't know."

He was upset and angry, but not with me.

"Around back," the security guy said, finally taking pity on us.

We ran together, and sure enough, the ambulance was parked, doors open and ready. Hand-in-hand, we waited. When the stretcher appeared, I was shocked at the amount of blood beneath Jasper's legs. He seemed to be unconscious, too. I gasped, turning away from the sight.

"Oh fuck," I said into Edward's chest. Emma was in the sling, pressed between us.

Edward whispered something and I could tell he was surprised, too. Coach came over and told us we needed to head to the hospital. I felt sick when he described to Edward what kind of injuries Jasper had, the description of bones sticking out and blood making my stomach churn.

"That explains all the blood… Thank you," Edward said to the coach. "We'll keep you updated."

"I'll be at the hospital the second the game is over," Coach said.

"Come on," Edward said, pulling my hand and helping me walk to the car. I still felt dizzy and nauseated, grateful he was driving and not me.

There was a lot of medical jargon kicked back and forth once we got to the hospital, only about half of which I understood. They'd done x-rays and taken Jasper back for immediate surgery with the best orthopedic surgeon on staff. Once Edward had time to explain to me, he told me Jasper's tibia and fibula had several extensive compound fractures. He'd likely passed out from the pain on the field.

Carlisle and Esme came as quickly as they could close down the office and reschedule people. Thankfully, they'd also stopped at our house and grabbed baby essentials.

True to his word, Coach showed up, white as a ghost. I tried to avoid listening when he was talking to Edward, Carlisle, and Esme about what he saw on the field. Edward already knew how bad it was from the medical reports and had told me — I didn't want another replay of what I'd seen.

It felt like Jasper was in surgery forever. When they were finally finished, the surgeon came out to talk to us.

"This is going to be a long recovery," the surgeon had said.

"Is he going to fully recover?" Coach asked.

"I can't speculate about that. I have no reason to believe he won't, but if you're asking me if he'll play again? I just don't know. It's bad. Really bad."

"When can we see him?" I asked.

"Soon," he said. "We're just getting him awake and extubated. We'll get him assigned to a room and you can see him there."

Edward squeezed my hand and I knew all we could do was wait. Coach decided to go home, asking us to update him when we could, and gave Edward his cell phone number. He left after hugging all of us, and I was grateful he was so supportive. When they finally had a room for Jasper, we all walked over. I was exhausted and every part of my body hurt. I wanted to curl up in bed with both of them and forget this day had ever happened. If I could just rewind a little bit…

Inside the empty room, we sat and waited more. Esme held my hand and we huddled together. When the edge of his gurney turned the corner to the room, everyone stood, anxious and excited to see Jasper awake. I needed to see his face, touch his skin, remind myself that it was only a broken leg. Jasper was still there, still okay and with us.

Once his bed was in place, wheels locked, we surrounded him.

"Hi baby," I said, tears falling onto the white blankets covering him.

"Hi," he croaked, reaching for my hand. His other hand reached for Edward's, and relief washed over me.

I didn't know what else to say. I wanted to take all of his pain away.

"What'd they say, Doc?" he asked Edward.

"Your surgeon will be back in a few minutes to update you."

Edward lifted their joined hands, IV snaking into Jasper's, and kissed his skin.

"I'm going to guess from the looks on all of your faces that it's not good," Jasper said, sighing and closing his eyes. "Wake me up when he gets back, 'kay?"

His words slurred and he fell back asleep before I could tell him how much I loved him. Edward and I stayed by his side, though, and when the doctor showed up again, I leaned in and kissed Jasper's forehead, stroking his hair and trying to carefully wake him.

The surgeon rehashed everything, answering Jasper's questions and crafting his words in such a way to give Jasper hope, but also to be realistic. Recovery would be a matter of months, not weeks, due to the nature and degree of his injuries. Jasper looked exhausted while he listened and shortly after the doctor left, went back to sleep.

"Sweetie, why don't you let me take Emma so you can get as much rest as possible?" Esme said, rubbing my back.

"I don't know, Es," I said, unconsciously pulling Em closer to my body.

"You're going to be useless if you have to nurse and sleep in a chair all night, plus she needs to get some sleep. The last thing you need is a cranky baby tomorrow."

She had a point there.

"Okay," I said, sighing. "Thank you. You know where the milk is in the freezer?"

"Yep, I remember."

Carlisle took the spare diaper bag they'd grabbed at our house from me and I strapped Emma into her carseat, then kissed her before Esme picked her up.

"I promise I'll take good care of her, Mama," Esme said. "And we'll handle Edward's appointments for tomorrow. Try to rest. When Jasper wakes up, tell him we love him and we'll be back tomorrow."

The nurse came in to check Jasper's vitals several times, and before I even realized it, the sun was rising. I'd dozed on and off in the chair next to Jasper's bed all night, and I felt gross — clearly in need of a shower. It seemed unfair to complain about being exhausted when Jasper was lying in front of us, broken. Thankfully, we'd gotten a snack from the cafeteria sometime in the middle of the night. Edward went off in search of coffee and a loaner hospital breast pump, both of which were desperately needed.

"Good morning, sweetness," Jasper said, startling me. I'd closed my eyes for just a quick second.

"You're awake! How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. But I'm so glad to see you," he said. "Where's Edward?"

"Coffee run," I said, smiling. "Can I get you anything? Are you in pain? Do you want me to call the nurse?"

I stood up, running my fingers through his hair and generally fussing over him.

"Nope, I'm good for a minute. I'm sure she'll be in here any second anyway to take my vitals again."

"True, true." I sat back down, my eyes never leaving his. "I'm glad you're okay. I was really freaked out."

I took his hands in mine.

"Don't you know how tough I am?" he asked, winking at me. "A little break isn't going to keep me down long."

Edward came into the room, huge smile on his face. "You're up!"

"Barely," Jasper said. He let go of one of my hands and reached for Edward, who was setting my coffee on the side table closest to me. "Did you stay here all night?"

Edward and I nodded.

"That's not good," Jasper said, frowning. "Do you want to go shower and nap?"

"No way," I said.

"You can't stay here tonight," he said. "I need you to be well-rested so you can kick my ass when I come home and start trying to do things I shouldn't."

"I'll go home to sleep for a few hours and shower, I promise."

Jasper turned from me to Edward. "You too," he said.

"No argument. I'll be here every minute I can be, though. I'll try and get a short day tomorrow."

We worked it out so that Jasper was never alone, except for a few hours each night when he insisted. After seven long days and nights, the doctor released him. He had a brace on his leg with pins sticking out of it, and crutches, with strict instructions to put absolutely no weight on his leg. No one was sure if Jasper would ever play again, least of all Jasper, but he was home and I don't think Edward or I stopped doting on him the entire first night.

I'd run to the drugstore to get his prescriptions and a candy bar, when I saw it. Nestled in the rack, there was an infamous gossip magazine with a giant headline that read Soccer Star in Scandalous Gay Threeway Alleges Fan.

The bag of medicine I had in my hands fell to the floor and I reached for the glossy paper. I found the page and read the article as fast as I could. There were so many lies, my head began to spin… but there were also truths. Private truths about us that only some of our closest friends had known about. I quickly picked up the meds, then paid for my trashy magazine. The moment my ass hit the seat in my car, I began to sob.

A/N: Thank you to my epic win beta, TwilightMundi. You are amazing, and I am so glad to have you on my side.

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"You know, I'm still leaking a little," I said, embarrassed. "Maybe we should change the sheets and take a shower?"

With Christmas coming up, I felt pressure to get everyone (especially the boys) the perfect gifts. I was grateful Esme had hosted Thanksgiving. Our house seemed to be in a near-constant state of chaos, baby toys and things everywhere at all times. I wanted to have everyone over for a nice Christmas dinner, though, and that would take some work on my part.

I still wasn't even ready to get back to the office with Edward. I'd way overshot the timeline for when I thought I'd be going back, but I couldn't bear the idea of Emma being with someone else all day, and we had the luxury of being able to afford me staying at home. My temporary replacement had worked out, so we asked her to stay on full-time, which thrilled her.

"Well, Ems, what are we going to get those daddies of yours for Christmas?" I asked as she stared at me. "Nothing can beat last year."

Slowly, I was getting back into my groove. I felt sexy again, and like I could really actually do this. I could be a mom. I could be a wife.

We'd gotten into a routine, and even though it seemed to change and shift on some days, I was glad for the semi-regular hours. I knew what to expect from day-to-day, and that was good.

The doorbell rang, startling Emma.

"Who is that? You stay right here," I joked.

Peeping through the viewhole, I saw it was Esme.

"Hey!" I said, lurching to hug her. "What are you doing here?"

"Eh," she said, shrugging. "I just wanted to get out of the office and I thought I'd bring you a sandwich. One of those fancy things you like."

"You are too sweet. Thanks, Es. Come in and eat with me, we can watch a movie and play with the baby."

"It's good to see you so happy again," she said, eyeing me from her side of the couch.

"Was I particularly unhappy?" I said around a mouthful of capocollo ham, pancetta, and provolone.

"No," she said, quickly taking a bite of her own sandwich.

I waved my hand for her to continue to explain.

"Well, I just, you know. I know how depressed I got after Edward. I was just making sure you didn't head that direction. Your mom isn't around to do all the things that mine did for me, and I don't want to overstep my bounds."

I rolled my eyes. "Esme, first, you could never overstep. Seriously. You do so much for us. And, you've become more of a mom to me than anyone else. Do you really think your boys weren't watching me like hawks, too?" I said, laughing. "Anytime I went to pee, they were right there, checking to make sure I didn't need help, or listening at the door. At first, I thought they were just being pervy, but then I heard them talking about it one night."

She laughed, too. "Okay, but there were a few days you worried me. Just know that you can always talk to me, even if it's about my son pissing you off."

"So noted," I said.

We ate quietly, watching the news and then flipping on a movie when our lunch was over. I picked Emma up and fed her, then Esme wanted to burp and hold her. Jasper got home from practice when the movie was almost over, curling next to me on the couch.

"Hey," he said, ducking down to kiss me.

"Hi baby. How was practice?"

"Good. I feel nice and sore in all the right spots."

His eyebrows waggled and we both laughed, Esme turning a peculiar shade of pink.

"Why don't you go grab a shower? Maybe we can surprise Edward and take him out to dinner after work?"

"That sounds perfect," he said.

After a quick kiss, he was off to the shower, and yeah, I watched his legs and ass as he walked away in those flimsy shorts.

"All right, I'm out of here. Maybe I'll make something nice for Carlisle, too."

"Aw, okay." I took Emma from her. "Thanks for stopping by! We should do this more often."

"Definitely," she said, smiling at me. "Don't get up, I know the way. Enjoy your night," she said, voice full of implication.

"Uh huh, you too!" I said, giggling.

"Someday we'll take you to one of Daddy's soccer games," I said to Emma. "Doesn't that sound fun? It's pretty loud, though, so we'll have to wait a bit."

I decided to change her diaper and clothes, so we went into her room and I hummed nonsense while I got her undressed and then clothed again in a cute new outfit.

"There. Perfect. Shall we go see what's taking Daddy so long?"

I carried her into the master bedroom and watched as Jasper walked around the bathroom, towel around his hips, getting ready. Suddenly, I realized I wasn't ready at all, so I grabbed the bouncy seat and took Em into the bathroom while we did our thing. Once or twice, I might have pushed Jasper against the counter as I molested him. He didn't seem to mind, though, touching and groping me right back. It took a lot longer than usual to get ready, but I wasn't complaining. By the time we were on our way out the door, I had to text Edward to tell him to stay at the office — that we were on our way to pick him up and take him out — otherwise, he'd have normally been on his way home.

After punching in the security code, we went in through the back office door and found him at the computer in his office.

"Hey," I said. "How was your day, Doctor Cullen?"

"It just got so much better, and not only because you called me that."

He stood up, kissing the three of us, and smiled, letting out a giant breath of air.

"Ready for dinner?" Jasper asked.

"More than," Edward said. "Let's go. Where are we going, anyway?"

I suggested a small, local place we'd been to many times before, and they agreed. We piled back into my car and I drove as they sat in the back seat with Emma between them. When we arrived, Jane, the manager, recognized us and said hello. She seated us, then stayed for a moment to chat and catch up. It was her first time seeing Em, so she fussed over her for a bit when Jasper took her out of the carrier, handing her back when the entryway to the restaurant filled up.

When the server approached, we ordered and then I excused myself to the restroom. On my way out, a woman that looked to be in her early fifties stopped me.

"Excuse me?" she said, wringing her hands. "You're with the two gentleman and the baby, right?"

"Yes," I said, confused.

"I saw your arm around the smaller guy, that's your husband, right? He kissed you right before you sat down."

"Yeah." I was still confused, and frankly, just wanted this lady to get to the point.

"Honey, I'm so sorry to tell you this. I think you should watch them. While you were in the bathroom, they got handsy and kissed each other. That's just not right."

Had it not been for the look of sheer disgust on her face, I'd have laughed. As it was, her judgment of them frustrated and angered me. I could understand her being protective of me, but that wasn't all of it; she was grossed out by two guys kissing. I thought for a few moments about how to respond to her.

"Thank you for letting me know. They do that often."

I didn't owe her a damn thing, certainly not an explanation for our behavior or relationship. I turned and walked away from her, shaking my head. I could hear her muttering to herself, trying to figure out what to make of us. When I took my seat again, I watched where she sat.

"What's wrong?" Jasper asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Just people don't understand sometimes."

"Understand what?"

"Us," I said quietly, looking at my menu.

When I looked up, I could see her watching me, half-confused, half-angry. I felt about two feet tall. I wanted to leave and go back home, but the waiter brought our drinks and took our order. When I finally handed my menu over and looked at Edward and Jasper, they were clearly waiting for more explanation.

"She saw you two kissing. She thought you were cheating on me." I shrugged. "Bound to happen, you know?"

"I'm sorry it upset you," Edward said, taking my hand in his. "Do you want to go?"

"And let her win? Fuck no," I said, halfway hoping my voice would carry. "I just need a minute."

"Exactly," Jasper said, taking my other hand. "She doesn't have to understand. She doesn't get to judge us."

I tried to let it go, but there was definitely tension in the air as we ate. When Emma woke up and was hungry, I pulled her out from the carrier and draped a cloth over us — something I always did when we were out. I wasn't even surprised when the lady across the restaurant visibly bristled, then made a show of asking for the manager. She and her male companion left shortly after. I just sighed, focusing my attention on my sweet little wee one, remembering that the world was made up of all kinds of people. Not everyone judged like she did — there was a whole restaurant of other people to prove it.

Edward took Emma while I adjusted myself and folded up the receiving blanket I'd covered us with, then tucked it back into my bag. He cooed at her and played while I finished my dinner, watching the three of them together. Jasper had finished his meal and taken Emma from Edward, so he could do the same, in a practiced maneuver between the three of us. I was wrapped up making goo-goo eyes at my men when the manager came over to our table.

"Can you believe that lady?" Jane said. "What a bitch."

She set a tray of food on the edge of our table and I thought it was weird she was serving. Maybe they were extra busy, or down a staff person.

"I brought you some dessert. Don't even try to argue. You need something sweet to end this day, Mommy," she said, sliding a piece of chocolate cake in front of me. Just the smell made me smile. "And don't worry, Daddies, I brought something for you, too. Panna cotta for you, Jasper, since I know it's your favorite, and zeppole with chocolate and caramel for Doctor Cullen. Enjoy, friends."

"I… Jane!" I protested. "You don't have to do this. You shouldn't have."

"I know I don't have to, Bella, but you guys have been loyal customers since we opened. It's the least I can do to thank some of our favorites. You're always kind to the staff, and I love it when you come in. Besides, have you seen these guys when they eat dessert? Just sayin'." She winked and walked away, carrying the tray filled with our dirty dinner dishes with her.

I wiped a tear before it fell, then looked up at them. They'd already dug in, and I had to giggle — she was right, they looked positively devilish while they indulged, all tongues snaking out and licking lips and happy faces. I joined them, and mentally sighed with relief and gratitude that we'd surrounded ourselves with such amazing people.

After paying the bill, we packed up and drove home. Emma slept most of the ride, but was awake and hungry when we got back, so I went to the nursery for some quiet time with her.

"Thanks," I said, looking up at Edward, who had set a glass of water on the table next to me.

"You're welcome." He leaned and kissed me, his hand running over Emma's sparse hair. "Need anything else?"

"Could you press play on the music? I'm just going to feed and bathe Em, then maybe we can all watch a movie?"

"That sounds like a great plan," he said, turning on Emma's playlist. "Meet you in the bathroom in a few?"

I nodded and smiled, looking down at my grunting princess. When she was full, I put her over my shoulder and patted her back as we rocked together. I gathered her pajamas and a fresh diaper and walked to the bathroom. Jasper and Edward were already in the tub, and I laughed.

"Head start, boys?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No funny stuff, just relaxing. Hand her over," Jasper said, reaching out for our daughter.

I kneeled down and handed over the naked baby. Watching as they both played with her, carefully washing her body and then her hair, I loved how they worked together. I could always use more hands, especially with a slippery, squirmy baby, and it was sweet to watch. When she was clean, I wrapped her in the towel and snuggled her once she had a diaper on. I left them alone for a few minutes and went to the living room with Emma, trying to find a movie I knew we could all agree on.

They came out, Edward in pants and Jasper in his boxer briefs, and sat on either side of me as we watched our movie. At one point, Jasper got down on the floor and put a blanket down for Emma to lie on. They chatted and played, and each time she would coo back at him or smile, it made my heart melt. Edward slipped off the couch next, and by the time the movie was over, we were all around her.

I shifted onto my elbows, thinking about how big she already was. Time was flying. "What do you think we should get her for Christmas?"

"Do babies even need Christmas gifts?" Jasper asked.

"Probably not," I said. "But it's her first Christmas. We have to get her something."

"Don't you think Mom will already go overboard?" Edward asked.

"I'm sure she will. We don't have to get a lot, just something, you know? It doesn't need to be expensive, either. I'll keep looking if you guys don't have any ideas.

"Hey Jasper, what would you have done if that lady had recognized you?" I asked. The curiosity had nagged at me all night, and I could tell from his expression that he'd put some thought into it, too.

"Honestly?" he asked, sitting forward to put his elbows on his knees.

"Yeah, of course."

"I'd have probably told her to go fuck herself."

"Really?" I asked, laughing.

"Really."

"But what if she went to the media? What if you got fired?"

He shrugged. I could sense he was holding back; I knew for a fact that it would crush him to not be Jasper Whitlock, soccer stud, but I let it go for the moment.

When Edward yawned, I realized how tired I was, too. "I'm going to go nurse and lay her down. Will you guys be out here or in the bedroom?"

They exchanged a look and both said "bedroom," at the same time, which made me laugh. Once I had Emma fed and down for a few hours, I stretched and yawned, shaking my limbs out as I walked. I wanted to be awake and enjoy Jasper and Edward. I walked into the bedroom and they were already on the bed, touching each other and kissing. As quickly as I could, I double-checked that the baby monitor was on with the volume turned up, then stripped off my pajamas and climbed in to our bed.

With a smile, they made room for me. We were a tangle of bodies, hands roaming as our lips touched and teased. Fingers plucked at my nipples, not minding the liquid reward. In fact, Jasper ducked beneath Edward's arm and eagerly lapped at what had spilled. Edward joined him quickly after, though, and I laid back, relishing their touches and kisses. Someone's fingers teased my opening, gliding up to my clit and circling back down. When they pushed in, I arched my back, wanting them deeper and harder, which pushed my breasts into their faces.

I bit back the whimper building in my throat and tried to relax.

"You okay?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah," I breathed, incapable of any more words.

I squeezed my right hand around Edward's cock, then pulled, hoping he'd get the hint. He did, moving his body so I had better access to him. With a few more requests and moves, we ended up with me straddling Jasper and Edward thrusting between our lips. I wanted to watch them, so I put my hands on Jasper's chest to help prop myself up, then continued to move slowly above him. Edward moved closer, and Jasper turned his head, taking Edward all the way inside his mouth. My hand went to my clit, rubbing and touching myself as my orgasm approached quickly.

Edward braced one arm on the headboard, the other reaching out to touch me. His fingers skimmed up my side, then circled my nipple, pulling. I came almost immediately, Jasper's hands bracing my hips as he began to thrust faster. Edward's ass flexed, his hips moving his cock in and out of Jasper's mouth rapidly. When my orgasm had stopped, I resumed moving on Jasper, uncertain if he'd come or not. His hands squeezed and released my body repeatedly, silently urging me to continue, and I moved faster.

I could tell when Edward came, his body pausing and tightening. His muscles were well-defined, and when his hand left my body to weave into Jasper's hair, holding him close to his body, I could feel myself respond, clenching against Jasper inside of me. It was so sexy to see them, to watch the way they touched and interacted together, seeking and demanding and giving to each other, and me, all at the same time.

Edward moved from Jasper's mouth and he straddled Jasper's legs, kneeling behind me. His hands immediately cupped my breasts, pulling my body against his and letting me rest my weight as Jasper held me steady and began pounding into me. One of Edward's hands lowered to my clit, and I came a second time as he whispered in my ear.

"I could see him fucking you from where I was," he said. "Watching his cock slide in and out of you, I almost got jealous. But his mouth is … amazing. Just like yours."

His fingers pressed and my body pulsed in response.

"You're going to come again, aren't you?"

I whimpered that time, unable to hold it in, and mumbled a yes.

His hand moved, fingers splaying and spreading around Jasper's cock, and I came hard. I was glad his other arm was around me as I tried to regain my normal breathing pattern and leaned against him more. I could barely move, my entire body exhausted and my leg muscles shaky from being spent. Jasper sat up after a few minutes, pulling all three of our bodies together in an embrace.

"Shower," he said.

"Mmm, quick one," I agreed.

When we were clean and back in bed, Edward settled in the middle.

"Do you think she's too little to take to Disneyland?" Jasper asked.

The bed jiggled with laughter. "Yes, but that's a completely adorable idea for maybe next year," I said.

"I always wanted to go as a kid."

"Your parents never took you?"

"Naw," he said.

"How about you, Edward? Did you ever go?" I asked.

"Hmm, yeah, I think we went to Disney World one year."

"Well, that settles it," I said. "We definitely have to take her, just not for a few years, so she can remember."

"It'll be so much fun," Jasper said. His voice was tired and low, sad I guess. It made me long to be able to take him there as a kid, but I resolved that we'd have just as much fun as grown-ups with our own little one. "Can you imagine?"

"I can," I said. "I really can."

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On Christmas Eve we went to Esme and Carlisle's house for brunch. Charlie, Sue, Leah, and Seth were there too, which made me so happy. I had promised my dad that we'd visit them the day after Christmas, wanting to wake up in our own house Christmas morning, but it was nice to see him interacting with Esme and Carlisle as well.

I'd heard horror stories from Alice about how, even though their families didn't necessarily approve of their lives, they still demanded "equal time" among them, which made holidays a nightmare, so I decided before Em was even born that we'd always spend Christmas morning at our own house, just us.

We spent the first few hours getting ready to eat and socializing. I helped Esme, Sue, and Carlisle as much as they would let me. Throughout the early afternoon, I snapped as many stealth pictures as I could of everyone just doing their thing. I wasn't as fond of the posed fake-smile pictures, so I tried to get actual snapshots. Before it was time to eat, I took Emma into Edward's old bedroom and relaxed as she nursed. Edward knocked softly then came in.

"Hey," I said, smiling at him. "Where's Jazz?"

Edward laughed. "Playing soccer in the backyard with Seth."

"That's sweet. I bet Seth's having a great time."

"Oh yeah," Edward said. "You should have seen his smile when they went outside."

He sat next to me and held my hand lightly, which was nice. My eyes closed and I relaxed so much I actually fell asleep briefly. Of course, Emma wasn't having any of that, and fussed as soon as she was ready to switch sides.

"In these moments," Edward whispered, "it hits me again how much I love you both. Well, all three of you. I forget Emma's here sometimes."

"I know what you mean — both forgetting about her, and loving you guys. Is my dad behaving?"

"Yep."

The rest of the time was quiet hand-holding and secret smiles. When she was finished and changed, we made our way back downstairs. Seth and Jasper were just coming inside, teasing each other and Seth boasting that he'd scored a goal against the Jasper Whitlock.

"Come on," I said. "You can even sit next to the Jasper Whitlock."

Seth's man-crush was adorable. Everyone took a seat as Edward carried the portable crib upstairs and we laid Emma down for her nap, then took our spots at the table. Esme, Carlisle, and Sue had created such an amazing feast and I was famished. We all ate, stuffing ourselves with turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans, homemade rolls, and then pie. Wine flowed freely among most of the adults; I abstained, deciding to be our driver home. When the dishes had been cleared and leftovers dealt with, we assembled in the living room.

"Hard to believe that last year, we got the amazing gift of Miss Emma," Esme said, wiping the corners of her eyes.

"Don't expect anything that grand this year," I teased.

It was fun to watch people swapping gifts and opening things with such excitement. Emma got more clothes and toys than any infant would ever need, which made me glad I hadn't purchased her anything like that.

Sue and Charlie gave her a little pink soccer ball, though, and that made me laugh. Jasper got excited about that, and I could see them together in a few years, him teaching her to kick and run.

Esme and Carlisle gave us a weekend away, going overboard as usual.

"I know you can't go now," Esme said. "But maybe in a few months."

I just shook my head, knowing there was no sense in arguing. Besides, a night or two away once I'd banked enough milk sounded pretty heavenly to me. Jasper and Edward seemed to agree, both of them smiling and kissing each other, and me, as they contemplated where we could go.

When all the gifts had been open, Emma was awake and we made one last round to say goodbye. I felt exhausted, having spent almost the entire day surrounded by people after so many weeks spent mostly at home in my cocoon of privacy, and I was ready for my pajamas. I still had to wrap Edward and Jasper's gifts, but I giggled as I wandered into the closet to get them.

I'd gotten a few toys meant for us to use together, and I wrapped those quickly. Edward and Jasper were playing with Emma in the living room, so I brought the wrapped boxes out and set them under the tree, checking on them. I still had time before she was hungry or my boobs exploded, so I wrapped the last of the gifts. For Jasper, I'd bought some of the cologne Edward and I loved on him since he was running low, and a nice bottle of whiskey. For Edward, I'd gotten the gaming console he kept saying he wanted. I coordinated with Jasper and he'd bought a few games they'd both like as his gift for Edward. Edward wouldn't tell me what he'd gotten Jasper or me, and I looked forward to the surprise.

Finally finished, I dropped the packages to join the others and sat between the guys on the floor, picking Emma up to nurse. There were days when I felt like nothing more than a diaper-changing milk factory, but thankfully those were few and far between. We sat together watching TV and they were affectionate and sweet with both of us. Jasper laid Emma down when she was finished, and then the three of us climbed into bed together.

When the sun was up and we'd managed to sleep a longer stretch than normal, Emma's cry came through the monitor.

"Merry Christmas," I said, smiling.

A/N: This was originally an FGB futuretake written for tby789. Thank you to FGB, tby789, and TwilightMundi.

All copyright and trademarked items mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. The remaining content is all mine. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

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I'd spent part of the day with Alice and Rose, just puttering around and doing a little Christmas shopping. Jasper was at practice with the team and Edward had graciously agreed to stay home with the baby. I couldn't be gone for too long, as I hadn't yet pumped enough milk to leave for more than a few hours, but the time I snuck away with my best girl friends was priceless.

Alice dropped me off at our house when we were finished. Holding my keys in my hand to keep them from jingling, I unlocked the front door. Quietly, I stepped inside, closing and re-locking the door behind me. I laughed to myself at Edward's insistence that we keep the door locked, even though we lived in one of the nicer, gated neighborhoods. Toeing off my shoes, I listened for any telltale sign of where Edward might be.

Music was coming from down the hall, so I walked toward the sound. As I got closer, I could hear Edward's piano and recognized the notes as Esme's song. It wasn't live though, so I figured Edward must've been listening to the playlist he compiled while the baby was still in utero.

Smiling, I turned the corner and paused at the sight before me. Edward was indeed in his office, naked from his scrub bottoms up. Emma was on his chest, pink frilly diaper cover over her cloth-covered bottom. They were blissfully asleep, the small infant's legs curled up underneath her, hands folded beneath her face like an angel as she slept.

Jasper was sitting in a chair kitty-corner from the couch, book in hand, watching as they slept. His smile was wide and loving when he saw me. Inclining his head to the chair next to him, he issued a silent plea for me to sit. As I did so, I extended my hand across the armrests and our fingers laced together as the last notes of the song played.

"Have you been watching them long?" I questioned, whispering.

He squeezed my hand before replying. "Just a few minutes. I got home and took a quick shower before coming in here."

"They've been asleep that long?"

It was kind of adorable how Edward loved to sleep with Emma on his chest. They had each bonded with her in such different ways, just like their personalities. Edward would talk about how important skin-to-skin contact was, and her development and milestones. He would bathe with her when he had the time, and they spent as much time together as they could just curled next to each other. Jasper, on the other hand, loved to read to her and move her body, stimulating her muscles and talking about soccer stats. He loved to snuggle with her, too, and it had been beautiful to watch him blossom as a dad.

I shifted in my chair, watching Jasper nod in response to my question as the strains of Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" began. Tears began to pool in my eyes and I rubbed my thumb along Jasper's palm. A gust of air came from my lungs as I watched Edward and Emma. The site and sounds were overwhelming and I was suddenly having a physical reaction to them other than the tears.

"Shit," I muttered, pulling my hand back to adjust the pads in my bra.

Quietly laughing, Jasper touched my arm. "You okay? Can I get you anything?"

"Yes, an awake baby to help me deal with this," I said, motioning to my overflowing breasts.

Just then, the tears spilled from my eyes as I sat back in the chair and watched my three loves. My eyes moved from Edward and Emma to Jasper, then back, as I listened to the hauntingly beautiful song. Willing my breasts to stop leaking, I set my elbows on my knees and looked down at the ground.

Jasper's hand rubbed slow, gentle, soothing patterns up and down my back. My thoughts shifted to how our family had changed, and how Rose and Alice were dealing with their own changing family.

When Jasper slid his hand under my shirt, I sighed. The contact felt nice and I appreciated it. I'd been cleared to be intimate a few weeks before, but we had so much going on in our lives that we had only been able to sneak little pockets of time with each other. My eyes closed and I began to relax against his touch.

Slouching forward, my body resting on my upper legs, I let my arms dangle from my body. A loud whoosh of air gusted from my lungs and I heard shuffling moments after. Cursing to myself that I'd woken Edward, I lifted my head up to look at him.

"Sorry," I said softly.

"Are you fucking kidding?"

His smile let me know that he was glad to see me, and he briefly glanced at Jasper and me. The sound and vibration from his voice woke Emma and she stretched on his chest, arms going opposite directions as her legs kicked out from beneath her. In that moment, she looked slightly like an alien, limbs akimbo and unbalanced. Edward smiled at me as he placed a hand on her back, ensuring she wouldn't fall. His lips met her forehead and he closed his eyes, inhaling her baby scent, as he always loved to do.

"Freak," I teased. "Stop huffing the baby and give her to me. I've got dinner ready."

Sitting up, I slipped my shirt off. My nursing bra wasn't the sexiest, but I was okay with it. It wasn't the most hideous I'd seen, either, thank God.

"I can see that."

As he spoke, his eyes roamed and he licked his lips. Jasper and I just laughed, but my brain started to work overtime and my heart beat just a little faster in anticipation. We were all home, and I knew that Emma would be awake for a bit after nursing, but then it would be bedtime. My entire body tingled, the hormones kicking into overdrive.

Shelving my dirty thoughts for later, I reached out for the baby. Edward sat up and brought her to me, his fingertips teasing my breasts as he placed her in my arms. I mock scowled at him as he sat back on the couch, and then shifted to coo and love my little one.

"Mommy missed you today," I whispered, kissing each of her pink cheeks.

My hand that wasn't holding her body securely to mine unlatched my bra cup and I positioned her to nurse, talking and touching her the whole time. As soon as she latched on, I tilted and positioned our bodies together, leaning back in the chair. One of my hands rubbed her sparse hair while the other held her tight.

"She has my hair," Jasper said. Laughing a little, he played with a grouping of curls on her head.

"She has my nose," countered Edward.

They both half-nodded, as if it were possible she was simply part of both of them, then shrugged. I giggled at the irony of the situation.

Watching Emma nurse was pure joy for me, once I'd gotten the hang of things. Her little nose would bob close to my breast, tongue and lips working together to provide the nourishment she needed. As she ate, we'd look at each other in wonder and amazement, usually with one of the boys around to help and keep us company.

"Do you need some water?" Jasper asked quietly, his hand coming up over mine on top of Emma's head. Sometimes they had to touch me to get my attention and it always made me laugh; Em and I would just get lost in our own world of each other, requiring contact to break my brain free.

"That would be great, thanks babe. Lots of ice, please."

Standing to get my drink, Jasper gave me one last broad smile and left the room. Edward quickly stole his spot, curling as close to me as he could get from the next chair over.

"I missed you today," he said. His lips found my neck and he nuzzled close to me.

"I can tell."

I couldn't help the small laugh and I turned my face to meet his. He peppered soft kisses all around my face, his nose and mouth marking every available surface with affection. Once he reached my lips, it was a slow, sweet kiss that he graced me with; nothing too dramatic due to our circumstances just then.

Emma's little fingers found my large digit and curled around it, and I shifted my gaze back down to her. Jasper brought my water in, glass full of ice as I had asked, and sat on the arm of the chair.

"My goodness, you are one lucky baby to have these daddies who love you so much," I cooed. "I'd be a little jealous right now if I didn't know just how much they loved me, too."

And I truly did feel loved in that moment, flanked by Edward and Jasper, our new baby curled in my arms.

After swapping sides and making sure Emma was good and fed, I handed her to Jasper to burp. Watching him nuzzle and snuggle with her was just as amazing as watching her with Edward. Where some husbands checked out during this time in a newborn's life, I was so glad that both of them felt so clearly connected to her, especially given our unique circumstances.

Jasper carried the baby into the kitchen, then set her in the swing. The three of us made dinner and interacted with her periodically, each of us taking on certain tasks. We talked about our day as we ate together, small, gentle touches between the three of us.

We made our way to the living room after Jasper changed the baby's diaper. Em and Edward played on the floor while Jasper and I watched from the couch and cuddled. Very subtly, his touches were shifting from the tender caresses of the last few weeks into something more. The reverence was still there, but there was need and passion behind it, too.

I felt the same way, the same need and pull, but I was a bit confused and a little scared, if I was being honest. I wasn't sure what postpartum sex would be like, and I was nervous. What if things had changed so drastically that sex wasn't pleasurable anymore, for any of us? The thought made my stomach churn. Logically, I knew I'd need to face my fears at some point, and that time seemed imminent, between the boys' eagerness and my own.

After I gave my little love a quick bath, I changed her into warm footie pajamas and we sat in the glider in her bedroom. We talked, sang, and absorbed ourselves in each other again as she nursed once more before her bedtime.

"Good night, sweetness," I whispered.

Placing one last kiss on her little nose, I laid her in her crib. Double-checking her monitor was on, I tiptoed out of the dimly-lit room. Edward had insisted on a fancy monitor with a camera and I laughed as I walked downstairs to them, remembering her first few nights in her own room. The three of us were huddled around the display, watching it like a reality TV show in our own house.

The boys weren't in the living room, so I wandered to the bedroom, the next likely place for them to be. Sure enough, they were huddled in bed, lying on top of the comforter, watching a movie. They made room for me and I curled up with them, sort of half laying on each of them.

Edward's fingers were running through my hair and Jasper was rubbing my calves, which ached from the earlier shopping. My eyes closed and again, the touches slowly drifted from care taking to sensual. From easing the tension to ramping it up. Relaxing my entire body, I sighed a happy sigh and lost myself in the sensations.

Our bodies shifted and I felt my clothes being removed, heard the rustling of the linens beneath me, the movement of other articles of clothing. Still, each moment, there were hands, mouths, and tongues on my body somewhere. Each time I felt the desire course through, however, the anxiety was right behind it.

Before I had time to get too lost in my worries, someone's lips were at mine. The kiss began soft and slow, but quickly multiplied in intensity. Another set of lips joined us, and I felt whole. Complete. Right.

Allowing my hands to roam freely, I touched and loved them. Hoping in the back of my mind to ease my own fears just a bit with these non-verbal reassurances, I leaned into the kiss. Tilting my head, I licked Jasper's lips, my eyes fluttering open. He was smiling at me, and I could see Edward's hands on both of our bodies, stroking and touching us.

Jasper's mouth left mine and I felt him moving lower, the rough surface of his tongue leaving a tingling path on my skin. My hips arched, clearly having a mind of their own, and I fought to repress a moan as his hands reached the apex of my thighs.

Exploring, his fingers touched and teased me as Edward's mouth met mine, a hand on my breast. I was nervous about that, too; how would they react if I suddenly began to leak? It wasn't like they hadn't seen it happen a hundred times, but this was new territory. What if they thought, in this context, this situation, it was gross? I couldn't exactly turn the milk production off...

"Stop, sweetheart," Edward whispered. "I can see your wheels turning. Let go. Let us love you."

His mouth was moving, teasing the rest of my body as he spoke. Each wet kiss he placed heightened my senses even more.

"God, you are so gorgeous. I don't think we tell you that enough ever, but especially lately," he said, lips wrapped carefully around the swell of my breast. "It's not just your body, either. You fucking glow, your happiness radiates through you and illuminates all of us."

Edward's tongue swirled lazily around my erect nipple. My body tensed as he slowly surrounded the flesh with his lips and teeth, then tugged gently. I could feel the reaction happening before I could stop him, and his words soothed me again; I needed to trust them. They were smart men – you turn the tap on, the faucet's going to leak.

Relaxing back into the mattress, I felt Edward's mouth vibrate against my skin, in pleasure or approval, I wasn't sure. His teeth released the pebbled nipple and he placed a soft kiss at the wet peak.

Jasper's hands were still teasing me, exploring the new body I owned. He ghosted them over my legs, my thighs, my stomach, up to where Edward was on my breasts, everywhere. Everything was more: my body, their touches, the sensations from being with them.

Taking a deep breath, I let out a whimper on the exhale. As nervous and scared as I was, the need for them was beginning to outweigh my worries.

"Poor baby. Are we teasing you too much?"

Jasper's cheeky voice taunted me, his hot breath swirling between my legs, exactly where he knew I wanted him. His fingers ghosted over my flesh again, then his mouth reached my center, tongue flicking out to slip between my lips. My hand, which had been running casually through Edward's silky hair, tensed and tightened around his locks. My body tensed, pushing up into Jasper. A laugh came from him then, directly against my clit, and I moaned.

My hand left Edward's hair and moved lower on his body; if they were teasing me, the least I could do was return the favor. It was all so much, too much, maybe. I wanted to find some way out of my body, the over-sensitized and unfamiliar shell of skin that was causing me to panic and fly at the same time.

"Oh God," I breathed.

It must've sounded pained. It was pained, the strain of their slow, lingering tease winding my body tighter and tighter. Not just that night, but the tease they'd built over the last few days. My palm pressed against Edward's erection before my fingers wrapped around him. They weren't firmly gripping, just skimming the smooth surface of his hardness.

Edward's hips pressed forward and pulled back, pushing him into my hand, each of us finding a rhythm, as Jasper slipped a finger, two fingers, who knew, inside of me. Again, I was disoriented with the intensity of it. How could it feel so new when it was something we'd done countless times before?

My head twisted side-to-side as I lost myself in the pleasure. I let go of Edward and fisted the pillow above my head with both hands. Bending my knees, I drew them up closer to my body, rocking my hips against Jasper's face. Edward was kissing me slowly, a broad smile on his face as he touched my whole body. When I dared to look down, my gaze sweeping over the no longer mostly taut skin of my stomach, I could see one of his hands in Jasper's hair, and I groaned. Watching them show affection for each other was like my Kryptonite, never failing to make me weak in the knees.

Jasper used his tongue, mouth, and fingers to expertly coax an intense orgasm from my body. Only once I began to come down did it even occur to me that I'd been rather loud, and might've woken Emma. The lack of having to watch my words and volume in the past crept up on me, and I cursed. Sitting up, I realized that my breasts had begun to leak. Great, just great.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, noticing my annoyance.

"Well, I just screamed so loud I'm sure I woke Em. Now my tits are leaking like I'm a milk factory. Seriously?"

I sighed, frustrated. I couldn't believe we were going to end our night already, either from baby interruption or body.

Abruptly, I was lying back on the bed, confused. My body was being attacked, in the best possible way.

"Em isn't even close to waking up, Bella. And fuck me, this is hot."

Jasper's words reassured me, but I wondered if he was just trying to appease me. Then I felt and saw the fervor with which he attacked me and I knew there was no faking that sort of reaction. His tongue lapped at my nipple, Edward's on the opposite side. As they quickly dealt with the small amount of milk that had leaked, I found myself lost again. The sensation of their mouths around the sensitive areola, licking, sucking, and biting as their hands roamed, was too much again.

Having no idea what the plan was going forward, I simply let myself touch them again. I had one of them in each of my hands, stroking them slowly and in sync. I needed more, so much more from them. My eyes connected with Edward, and his expression softened, as if he could see all of the need bursting out of me.

As Jasper moved up to hold me, Edward shifted his body to cover mine. He was kissing my neck sweetly, softly, and then interspersing gentle bites. Jasper moved so that I was lying on top of him, his knees raised on either side of my body, my back against his chest.

My body was responding to Edward's fingers and hands, exploring and exciting me again. Finally, I felt him rub the tip of his erection up and down once between my lower lips before he pushed slowly into me. Our bodies were aligned so that Jasper was touching my breasts, mouth kissing and nipping at my skin, as Edward slowly made love to me.

Edward's body lowered, pressing the three of us closer together, and I wanted more from Jasper. Lifting my upper body, I whispered into Edward's ear, my fingers touching his hair.

"I'm going to roll over, okay?"

He was still inside me, still stroking in and out of me, carefully driving me insane.

"Are you sure? This night is about you. Jasper knows that, too," he whispered back quickly.

I hummed in agreement, then added, "I'm sure."

With those words, I bit down on the side of his neck a little harder than he might have expected, I guessed from the yelp he let out. I laughed, and it was nice. They were both being respectful and worshipful, which was wonderful considering my energy level wasn't exactly where it had been before, but that didn't mean they couldn't both have fun, too. I needed, in every sense of the word, each part of both of them. I needed to reconnect, to remember our relationship, and to remind all of us of what we were to each other in our private sanctuary.

Edward moved back slightly, withdrawing from me so that I could turn as I'd requested. Moving Jasper's hands from my body, I turned and faced him. He looked confused, but went with the change in plans, his expression turning to a wide grin. Edward's hands slowly burned a path over my hips, my lower back, my ass. He swore, his hands touching more insistently, and I was glad I'd changed things up. I knew they'd both been intimate while I couldn't be with them, hell, I'd watched them more than once, but this was the three of us coming together again.

Licking my lips, I winked at Jasper. The more we pressed forward that night, the more saucy and sexy I felt. Beneath my hands and mouth, I felt Jasper's body relax, the tension and stress escaping with each breath. As my tongue reached out to wrap around his beautiful cock, he watched me carefully. It was one of the hottest moments in my recent memory. As I took him between my lips as far as I could, our eyes locked. He broke first, closing his eyes as his head tilted back, and I wasn't far behind.

Edward had teased me for a moment, then pressed forward again with his leisurely pace. One of his hands came around to touch and tease my clit, and I moaned loudly around Jasper. It was a chain of effect, Edward touching or teasing, me reacting, and in turn stimulating Jasper... sometimes it would flow the other way, Jasper's hand reaching out to touch or stroke me, causing my body to clench around Edward, which made him falter, or speed his movement.

Resting primarily on my elbows, I was able to move my hands to touch Jasper's thighs. Edward was thrusting into me harder, pressing me into Jasper, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Looking up at Jasper, I did my best to convey that I was close to the edge. Feeling the beginning of my orgasm, I sucked harder, my hand coming to the base of Jasper to help stroke and bring him to orgasm.

As I came, one long, low moan vibrated out against his skin, and I felt him tense beneath me. I barely had time to take a breath from my own orgasm as he began to climax. He was beautiful beneath me, body lean and tight, legs trembling to fight against the urge to pull me onto him.

I felt powerful and insatiable; the more they gave, the more I needed and wanted.

Pulling Jasper from my mouth, I swallowed quickly and carefully. My head fell and my eyes closed as I could feel my body succumbing again.

"Harder," I whispered. "Please, Edward, fuck me harder."

Jasper moved his body beneath mine, one of his hands traveling lower to meet Edward's, the other on my breast. As Edward picked up the speed, depth, and intensity of his thrusts, Jasper's mouth laved my nipple. I could feel the skin pebble and react to his touch, both of their fingers working a fast pace lower. Whimpering from the need overtaking me, I tried to contain my noises but just couldn't. My breath was coming out in ragged pants as they worked together to pleasure me.

The rush as I came that time, both of them so intimately attending to my body, as well as reeling through their own pleasure, was amazing. Edward cried out as he thrust into me hard one last time, and it took only seconds more for my body to explode.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my entire body going weak with my orgasm.

Collapsing onto Jasper as my body tightened around Edward, the shift in weight sent both of us to the bed. Momentary panic hit, until I was sure everyone was okay and no one was injured because of me. Panting, I laid there as the tidal wave of emotion crashed over me. Curling my knees up into my chest, I tilted my head down to meet them, wishing I could collapse my body into itself, bracing for the inevitable tears. My eyes closed, breathing jagged from the tears.

My body was cold, despite the comfortable temperature of the room. Shivering, my skin broke out in goose bumps. The tears escaping my eyes burned their path on my skin, some pooling on the bridge of my nose since I was on my side, and some falling directly onto the comforter beneath me. I realized that part of my body was wet, hence the shivering cold. More milk, I sighed.

Warm hands moved me, bringing the blanket over us, and gently pried my arms away from my legs. As I uncurled, eyes still closed, we wrapped around each other. There was no care or concern about the mess we were making in our bed, just the need to be close again. Letting the tears fall without care, I curled up to the body in front of me, taking a deep breath. Jasper.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

His lips were right at my ear. Edward's head was just behind mine, nose nuzzling through my hair, lips kissing softly.

"I'm sorry," Edward murmured a few times.

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes to look at Jasper as I spoke. "What are you sorry for, Edward?"

Resting his hands on my hips, he bent forward and kissed the top of my shoulders.

"I was too rough. I'm sorry, baby. So sorry."

"I'm fine, I promise. Better than fine, actually," I said, giggling a little. "I was just overwhelmed. That felt so good, and nothing has felt quite that good in a while. I was so nervous and scared, and then it hit me all at once, and I was leaking and screaming, and..."

Jasper cut me off with his lips against mine. Edward's hand was wrapped around both of us, skin against skin where our bodies were pressed together. When Jasper broke our kiss to speak, he planted kisses around my face first. He was smiling again, that perfectly crooked smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

"I love you," Edward whispered against my neck.

"I love you too, so much. Thank you for that." I laughed and turned to Jasper. "You too – thank you. I love you."

Our touches turned soft and loving. Hands wove into my hair, brushed gently over my breasts, and my own meandered of their own volition on each of their bodies.

"You know, I'm still leaking a little," I said, embarrassed. "Maybe we should change the sheets and take a shower?"

A/N: Thank you to my beta, TwilightMundi.

I wanted to emphasize again (since many of you have asked) that I won't be revealing who the bio dad of Emma is. I can assure you that any physical description I give is not meant to steer readers in any direction about it. I'm not trying to wink and nod at you all while slyly revealing who the dad is. :) They don't know, I don't know.

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I nodded, then lowered Emma to change her diaper as they helped. "Everything will be great, right Ems?"

The next day, they helped me pack up everything and I declined a shower. I wanted to get home and bask in the giant shower we had there. I knew I could take my time at home, whereas right now, in the hospital, I'd feel rushed. I was ready to go home, ready to sleep in my bed, and ready to be held by both of them. I felt insecure, but at the same time, more certain than ever. It was an odd jumble of thoughts and feelings.

Edward drove, Jasper and I buckled in on either side of Emma in the back seat. Thankfully, I'd just fed her at the hospital and changed her diaper, so she slept most of the way home. I was still sore, very sore, and shifted my position several times in the car, wishing I could speed up the trip.

"You okay?" Jasper asked, taking my hand into his, resting them on the seatback behind us.

"Just … uncomfortable. Sore."

You know, from the bowling ball that came out of my vagina?

I bit the sarcastic comment back before unleashing it. I couldn't figure out why I'd even thought it; he was trying to be nice and ask what was wrong.

Leaning back a bit, I closed my eyes and squeezed his hand, wanting just a few minutes of pain-free rest. I resolved to take something for the pain when we got home, something I'd been fairly against before. I hadn't taken anything that might have made me sleepy or passed on to Emma, but I was just in too much pain. I'd take a low dose of something to help. I was useless if I couldn't get good rest, and no one needed that.

Jasper carried Emma's carseat into the house, and Edward walked ahead of us, doting over me, asking if I needed anything.

"No, sweets, I just want to relax for a bit. You guys want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," Jasper says, taking Emma out of her carrier.

"Don't even try to argue with me," Edward said, coming from the kitchen with a pill and a glass of water.

I didn't argue. I smiled, took the pill from him and swallowed it, along with huge gulps of the water. Then I kissed him, a careful and tentative kiss. A kiss I hoped was full of thank you.

Jasper sat on the couch nesting Emma between his long legs, which were bent at the knees. I sat between the two boys, and had one hand on each of their legs, which meant I was also touching Emma. It made me smile, and I didn't really care what we watched. Edward pulled up Netflix and turned on Never Been Kissed, which they both knew was bound to make me laugh and swoon.

I managed to make it through about a third of the movie before falling asleep. I woke up curled against Edward, with Jasper's hands slowly running up and down my calves. Of course my first thought was that I hadn't shaved my legs. It didn't seem to bother him though, his fingers were stroking beneath the leg of my loose-fitting pants. I liked the way his skin felt against mine and burrowed slightly more into Edward.

"Nice nap?" Jasper asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I hummed and smiled.

"Where's Em?" I asked, suddenly remembering she existed outside of my body.

"Swing," Edward said, pointing.

I kissed his arm when it moved next to my head, then felt the throb of my boobs and knew it was almost time for dinner. My hands moved to press against the overwhelming bust.

"You want me to bring her to you?" Jasper asked.

"Thanks, babe."

We all shifted and Edward sat up behind me, helping me up. I moved to the other end of the couch so I could rest my arm as I cradled Emma once Jasper handed her to me. I got us situated and stared down at her.

"Hi there my sweet girl," I said.

My fingertips traced her soft cheek as she latched on and the world fell away. It felt like the first breath I took was when I switched sides with her, shifting my body and allowing the world back in to our space.

"I brought you some water," Jasper said quietly.

He helped me out by grabbing some throw pillows to prop my other arm up between us, where Emma was now resting. I watched as he bent and kissed the soft top of her head. Having his mouth so close to my body almost made me shiver. I wasn't ready for anything sexual with either of them, but it was a reminder of what we still had, and that made me long for the sexual part of our connection.

The thought was short-lived, though, as Emma began to fuss and wiggle.

"What's the matter, Princess?" I asked, nuzzling my nose into her chubby neck. "Need a new diaper?"

I stood up and took her into the nursery where the changing table was. We'd set up a bassinet in our bedroom for her to sleep the first few weeks, but kept her clothes and accessories in her own room. I smiled as I looked around at the photos hung along the walls.

Almost the entire time, I kept talking to her and touching her. When we came back out, both boys were sitting on the couch watching soccer. I knew Jasper was practically chomping at the bit to get back on the field. I sat beside him and rested my head on his shoulder, holding Em like he had earlier, on my knees.

"Are you going to kick a ball like your daddy?" I asked her, flexing her foot out.

"I can't wait to teach her," Jasper said, beaming.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Edward asked.

"How'd you know I was feeling completely gross? That would be perfect. Thank you," I said, handing her over to them with a kiss. "I'll just be ten minutes, fifteen tops."

"Take your time. You can relax and enjoy it. We're good."

He'd already buried his nose in Emma's belly, huffing and inhaling her scent. It was incredibly adorable.

"All right. Thanks," I said, walking to the bedroom.

Under the spray of the hot water, I smiled. It felt amazing, and I appreciated every inch of spare room in the shower, not to mention the multiple shower heads. Water was all around me, keeping me warm. I took my time soaping up and making sure I smelled nice and felt clean. I even found a razor and went to town; things had gotten a little scary.

When I got out, I wrapped up in my robe and decided against putting on clothes. It was inching closer to bedtime and I'd probably want to wear something to protect the sheets from leakage, so I wanted to take advantage of some freedom while I could. As I walked out of the bedroom, the smell of dinner jolted my stomach, causing it to growl. I was amazingly hungry. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Jasper and Edward working together at the stove, Emma swaddled and content in her bouncy chair.

"Yum, boys. What's for dinner?" I walked closer, sniffing dramatically and wrapping an arm around each of their waists.

"Grilled shrimp and algio olio," Edward said.

"My mouth is already watering."

I got out plates and silverware, then two wine glasses for them and a pint glass for me. My doctor had told me it was fine — encouraged, even — to have a small beer with dinner. Something about the hops increasing and helping support breastmilk production. Not that I seemed to have any problem with that…

Jasper brought Emma over to the table in her chair and set her on the table so we could watch her while we ate. Dinner was delicious after two days of takeout and hospital food.

"Thanks for making dinner," I mumbled around a piece of garlic bread. "This is so good."

"It's going to be a long night," Edward said. "Do you want to feed Em and go to bed? I can stay up with her, then you can take the middle shift and Jasper can wake up with her in the morning?"

I giggled. "Unless the two of you grew some new anatomy, I'll still need to get up with her."

"You're right, but we can help out as much as we can," Jasper said, squeezing my thigh.

A happy sigh escaped my lips and I took my empty plate to the sink. After the dishwasher was loaded, we sat back on the couch and I nursed Em again. When she was fed, burped, and changed, Jasper held her for a bit, promising to put her in the bassinet when she was tired.

"Thank you," I said, leaning down to kiss him. "And thank you, too." I kissed Edward, then turned and went to bed.

A few hours later, Jasper woke me up when he slid under the covers with me.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up, sweets."

"S'ok. Come snuggle me."

His warm arms wrapped around my body and I fell back to sleep quickly. When Edward woke me up to feed Em the first time, I had no idea what time it was… just that I felt completely unprepared to deal with anyone else's needs. Somehow, I managed to sit up and nurse her while Edward sat by my side. Jasper was huddled on the other side of the bed, wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, which made me smile.

"I brought you some water," Edward whispered.

Perfect.

"Thank you so much," I said, reaching for the glass and guzzling.

"Can you believe we made that?" he asked, fingertips playing with the wisps of hair on her head.

"Nope. It's still hard to believe they let us leave the hospital with her," I said quietly. "She's just so beautiful."

"She's gorgeous like her mother."

When Emma was fed, Edward kissed my forehead and took her from me again. I turned off the bedside lamp and curled against Jasper again. Before I'd fallen asleep, Edward was on my other side, his cool body heating quickly against mine. Several more times, we repeated the same scene, with the boys bringing Em to me when she was hungry, then changing her and putting her back to sleep.

That routine seemed to work for us, and we finally fell into the swing of things. Several days later, Jasper stopped by the photographer after practice to pick up our framed pictures.

"Good practice?" I asked, taking in his sweaty appearance. "Jesus, Jas, you didn't go to the studio all sweaty and sexy like that, did you?"

I couldn't even pretend. I wanted to lick him. Something about the way he smelled sang to me. Stupid pheromones.

"I did," he said, smirking. "They didn't seem to mind."

"I'm sure they didn't. Lemme see!"

Edward came into the room with Emma in a sling, greeting Jasper in much the same way as I had — lust in his eyes. We took the pictures into the living room and set them out on the couch. My favorite went into our bedroom, and we hung one up in the nursery. The last picture we hung above the couch, for everyone that came into our house to see. It was a point of pride, and I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. It was perfect.

I'd lost track of which day of the week it was, guided only by the sun and moon to tell me which time of day I was in. It was my own Heaven with my boys and my little girl. As the sun began to set on another day and I was giving Em a bath, the doorbell rang.

"Who is that, Little Miss?" I asked the infant. "Edward? Jasper?"

Neither replied, which was odd. Usually they were right there helping me bathe her. I took her out of her tub and wrapped her in a plush towel. I figured I could answer the door quickly and then put her diaper and jammies on. By the time I made it out to the entryway, I could smell food.

Pulling the heavy door open, I squealed when I saw Alice, Emmett, and Rose.

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?" I asked, tucking Emma against my side and hugging them. "Where's Avery and Sadie?" Suddenly, it made sense why Edward and Jasper had insisted that I shower earlier in the day and put on real clothes.

"I told you she wouldn't know," Alice said, laughing. She thrust a package into my hands and I turned to see Edward and Jasper behind me.

"Wouldn't know what?" I asked, hugging Rose and Emmett, who was carrying several containers of food.

"Oh, Heavens, Bella," Esme said, making her way through to hug me. "You forgot your own birthday?"

I started counting the days from Emma's birth on my fingers, but quickly realized I had no fucking clue how many days had passed.

"I guess I did," I confessed.

"Well, we brought your birthday to you," Carlisle said, reaching his turn in the queue to hug me. "Happy birthday, Bella."

"Thank you."

I shifted my weight and jumped up when I saw my dad and Sue walking up the drive. "Daddy!"

By the time he approached, I was bouncing on my toes. I threw my free arm around him and squeezed. I didn't realize until he was there just how much I'd missed him. They hadn't even met Emma yet.

Charlie squeezed me back just as fiercely, then demanded to see his new grandbaby.

"Here she is. Emma Jane Whitlock-Cullen."

His usually gruff and strong voice wavered, softening mid-sentence. "Can I hold her?"

"Of course you can. Let me go put her in her jammies and I'll meet you in the living room."

Everyone came into the house and I got Emma dressed. In the living room, I handed Emma over — not that I hadn't trusted him to hold her standing, but … I was just a little nervous.

"She's amazing," he said. "You done good, kid."

He looked at me and I felt his pride radiating at me. I wiped away a few tears and half-hugged him again. "I learned from the best."

"Food's ready," Jasper said, leaning around the doorframe from the kitchen.

We gathered in the dining room, and Alice commented on the new portrait. I couldn't help but feel another swell of pride. My life had become something extraordinary, I realized. I never dreamed I could be that happy, and yet, every time I thought we'd reached a pinnacle and was certain the bottom would drop out, we just climbed higher.

I was grateful for our giant table as each of us filtered into a spot. I set Emma in her bouncy chair next to me, then looked around and took in the unfamiliar dishes each person had brought.

"You guys are so sweet. What are you going to eat?" I asked, giggling as I filled my plate.

I could tell Edward and Jasper had grilled the steaks, and the potatoes were probably Esme's to-die-for recipe that I went insane for every time she made them. Sue had made her famous pie, which had me licking my lips.

We talked and laughed as we stuffed ourselves. When the food was gone, Jasper brought a cake over to me with a single candle in it. Esme cleared up the plates, then came back quickly as the candle was lit and they began to sing. It was honestly the most amazing birthday, even if it took me well into the night to figure out exactly how old I'd turned.

Charlie averted his eyes when I fed Emma, which made me laugh. Everything was well covered with a receiving blanket, so there was nothing to see anyway. When I was done, Edward took her into the nursery and changed her, then put her in the swing in the center of the room.

I started with Alice, Emmett, and Rose's birthday gift, which was a book of coupons we could use — a night of babysitting, dinner delivery, and so on. I was so touched that this family who had more kids than we did, more burden than we ever would know, was still giving to us. The tears dripped as I hugged each of them, then took my spot on the couch again.

Sue smiled and handed me a small box. I opened it and saw a pendant hanging from a chain inside. I fingered the beautiful stone.

"It's a birthstone necklace."

My lip quivered again as I took it out of the box and turned toward Edward, handing it to him so he could clasp it.

"I love it," I said, looking down at the single blue stone. "Truly."

"You can add more, or not," Charlie said.

"Thank you."

Of course, Emma picked that moment to pipe up and add her two cents. I grabbed her from her swing and Esme took her while I finished opening my gifts.

"Do you know how hard you are to buy for?" Jasper asked, poking my ribs gently.

"Me?" I mock-gasped. "I can't imagine."

Wrapped in a box was a whole spread of spa-quality bath products. I sniffed and my eyes rolled back in bliss.

"That's not all," Edward said. "Keep digging."

At the bottom was gift certificate for a full day at the spa — every service they offered, practically.

"This was too much, you guys," I said, shaking my head.

"Not nearly enough," Jasper said, leaning to kiss me. Edward did the same, and for a brief moment, our guests weren't there.

"Well," Charlie said, clearing his throat. "We better get going. Work in the morning and all."

"Oh, so soon, Dad? Promise you'll come back."

"I'm just going home, Bells, not to a foreign country," he laughed, wrapping his arms around me once we were both standing.

"I know, I just miss you."

"We miss you, too," Sue said. "You should bring this sweet girl down to meet her aunt and uncle. I'm sure Leah would love to babysit for you."

"I'll definitely take her up on that."

When they were gone, Alice, Emmett, and Rose left almost immediately behind them.

"You can't stay either?" I pouted.

"Nope," Alice said. "We all have work tomorrow, and our babysitter made us promise to be home before ten. Maybe we can come over to your swank 'hood for trick or treating, though?"

Halloween!

"Yes, definitely. We still have a few weeks, so we'll make definite plans closer to the day."

She nodded and I watched as Emmett hugged each of the guys goodnight. They were hilarious with their bromance special-handshake nonsense. When they were gone, I closed the door and rested my head against it. Carlisle and Esme stayed a bit later, but departed at my first sign of exhaustion.

The three of us sat up in bed, talking about the evening and how much fun it had been. They watched me, and it felt nice but nerve-wracking to have their eyes on my bare upper body. I could feel my skin turn pink at their attention, and I wished it had been six weeks already… but a moment later, was grateful I still had time to adjust. My stomach was a pooch and my thighs jiggled more than usual, to say nothing of the bleeding situation. Even though Edward had pressed me against the kitchen counter and told me how fucking hot my body was just the other day, I had a hard time believing him.

For Halloween, we dressed Emma up as a ladybug. Alice, Rose, and Emmett brought Avery and Sadie. Avery was dressed as a butterfly, and Sadie was a Piglet. After we took lots of cute pictures of them together, Emmett and Jasper took Avery to trick-or-treat. Edward answered the door for the trick-or-treaters that came to our house while Rose, Alice, and I played with the babies. Sadie was a few months older then Emma, so they were both still in the mostly do-nothing stage.

It was a nice relaxing night with friends and all of our babies.

Over the next few days, I did my best to try and take care of myself. The first several weeks with Emma had been overwhelming, and although I already loved being a mom, it was hard not to just get lost in it and forget my own needs. I tried to take a few minutes each day and read, or write in my journal. I started checking my email again. Life was falling into place.

The day Edward went back to work and I was left alone, I thought I'd lose my mind. Emma was having an off day, and I wondered if I'd eaten something off to make her stomach upset or something. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her the entire day. Of course, when Jasper came home after practice, she settled down quietly into his arms. I watched them walk around the room and it was as if they had their own groove together. It was interesting to watch how they interacted with Emma so differently.

"How was your day, sweetness?" he asked, coming back into my orbit.

"It was so long. Emma was upset all day, not that you'd know now…"

"I'm sorry, baby. Want me to run you a bath?"

"Oooh. I don't think I can say no to that. Will you keep me company?"

"Watch my sexy wife bathe? Pretty sure I can't say no to that…" he said, winking. "Let me take Emma and get everything set up for you. Why don't you grab us beers?"

"Perfect."

I grabbed and opened the bottles of beer, then shed my clothes and put them in the hamper in our bedroom. I could hear Jasper still talking to Emma, telling her jokes and snuggling with her. When I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, I took a deep breath. Jasper had lit my favorite candles and poured my favorite bubbles into the tub.

After setting the beer bottles down, I climbed into the tub and laid my head against the cool porcelain. My eyes were closed, and I could hear Jasper shifting around in the room.

"There you go," he said, I guessed to Emma. "Now it's Mommy's turn for my attention."

I opened my eyes and watched as he picked up the sponge. After he dipped it in the warm water, he squeezed some body wash onto it. "Sit up," he said.

Wrapping my arms around my legs, I leaned forward and rested my head on my knees, eyes trained on him. The warm sponge skimmed over my shoulders and back. When the bubbles were plentiful against my skin, the sponge was set aside and Jasper rubbed and kneaded my tight muscles. I groaned and relaxed, everything feeling like it let go.

Our moment was broken when Em began to fuss from her bouncy chair.

"Hand her to me?" I asked. "She could use a bath."

"I wasn't done," Jasper said, pouting.

"I know, babe, but we'll have time later."

Jasper relented, unstrapping then undressing her. He put her clothes and diaper in the hamper, then went to grab a fresh diaper and pajamas while I snuggled in the tub with her.

"What am I gonna do with you, sweet girl? Just when I was getting some attention. You know we have to share those daddies of yours."

I laughed as her arms flailed in the water, splashing me and getting my hair soaking wet. I was sure I looked like a drowned dog, but I didn't really care. When Jasper came back, he sat on the floor, smiled and looked at us. I was so wrapped up in the three of us that I didn't notice Edward until I heard the telltale beep of his digital camera.

"Oh no," I said, flailing and splashing more, startling poor Emma in the process.

Edward laughed. "It was an innocent photo, I promise. Sorry to startle you."

"It's okay, I need to get out anyway. Take the little bean," I said, handing Emma to Jasper, who wrapped her up in the towel.

"How was your day?" I asked Edward.

"It was long," he said, sighing. "But you know, good. Nothing terribly exciting or terribly awful. How about you? How was your first day alone with Em?"

The two of them had moved to the side of the bathroom so I could step out. After I had my robe on, we walked to the kitchen.

"It was okay. She was a fussbucket, but a cute fussbucket."

We sat together and ate the stew I'd made, talking and flirting. Things were ramping up between us, and although I was already past the six week mark and cleared for sex, we hadn't yet found our groove as new parents and sexual partners. It felt like we stumbled and every time we got close, something would happen, like Em and the bath tub.

The truth was, I was nervous, too. I wanted them both, had felt all of those burning desires return, but I was really fucking scared about what would happen when we jumped back into that. Would they be grossed out by my stretch marks?

I didn't think so; more than once, separately, they'd told me how gorgeous I was and made me feel like my new body was even better than my old. I didn't see how that was possible, but the way they told me and looked at me was utterly convincing. Just thinking about it warmed me.

Edward took Emma into the living room to watch the news and Jasper and I did the dishes. When we walked out to join them, I had to smile at shirtless Edward, scrub pants hanging indecently low on his hips, and Emma curled up on his chest. Jasper pulled me into his lap on a chair adjacent them, and we giggled together, talking about the upcoming weekend. Alice, Rose, and I had plans to go shopping on Saturday, so I decided to make some plans of my own for Friday.

The next morning, I picked up the phone and called Esme.

"Es, do you think you could watch Emma for a few hours on Friday?" I asked, once we had the usual greetings out of the way.

"Of course, darling. You okay?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm good. Better than good, in fact. I think I want to take that spa day I got for my birthday and spruce myself up a bit."

"Ohhh. That sounds like a wonderful plan."

Her voice was full of the understanding of a woman that has been through childbirth.

"Thanks," I said quietly. "You wanna come over here so I don't have to haul half the house over?"

"Sure. Did you already call the spa?"

"Yeah. I knew you'd never say no. They expect me at ten."

"Then I'll see you at nine-thirty on Friday."

"Thanks, Esme. Really."

"You're welcome, honey."

I smiled, planning and plotting. I was going to get a facial, a massage, a much-needed bikini wax, and then a manicure and a pedicure. There had been talk of hair and makeup, but I knew we didn't have plans to go out, so I would do my best to just decline.

When I got to the spa on Friday morning, I was so ready for a day all about me. Aside from the waxing and pumping I had to do mid-way through, it had been perfectly relaxing. And, I couldn't deny — I definitely felt sexier once my pussy was smooth and swollen. I wanted to go home and spend hours coming with both of them.

I got home and Esme and Emma were reading a book on the carpet. Well, Emma was lying on her back and Esme was reading the book to her. It was really adorable, but not what I wanted. Then I felt guilty. I loved my baby, I just … I had other needs, too.

When Jasper got home from his game, they'd lost, so he was grouchy. Edward had a long day at work — he'd gotten thrown up on, and peed on, and I just felt defeated. I needed them, but I set that aside and took care of them both. I helped Edward undress and ran a shower, then sent them off to get cleaned up together. I snuggled with Emma and hoped that the next day would be better. Maybe after our shopping adventure was over, we could finally all reconnect.

A/N2: After this chapter is where the futuretake takes place. I'll be posting it in here as a regular chapter, but it won't count – I will be posting it almost immediately after this one. New chapter next Wednesday.