Future Valentine's Day

BPOV~February, 2018

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…happy birthday dear Cooper…happy birthday to you!”

My oldest child inhaled as deeply as he could and in doing so, he made his best puffer fish impression as he blew out all six of the candles on his Spiderman birthday cake.  It all seemed surreal to me, looking at Cooper who, now as a kindergartener didn’t have a trace of baby boy left in his face, while I held his tiny, but not so lightweight doppelganger, facing forward in my arms.

Edward had gotten his wish, once again, and sometime around his birthday I became pregnant with our last baby boy, Carter Garrett Cullen.  He was my rolly-polliest baby by far and was due to turn one next month on March fifteenth.  I was certain he was the real reason that we should ‘beware the Ides of March’.  None of my kids were angels to be certain; they had too much Cullen in them for that, but Carter was a completely different child from all of my others and a total Mama’s boy to boot.  Cooper was so stinkin’ rotten when he was born that he would pretty much always just go with whoever stuck their hands out to take him.  He was held so much I didn’t think he would ever walk.  The girls obviously had to be split between us, although Masey-as our tough as nails tomboy-took more to Edward and Melody our sensitive little princess- took more to me.  When Carter came out and we gazed at each other for the first time that was all she wrote.  His daddy never stood a chance, poor thing, but neither did I where our boys were concerned because they looked just like Edward, with the exception of having brown hair.

Carter was squirming in my already tired arms, trying his best to get down.  I knew he was dying to toddle over to the cake and get himself a handful if his brother would let him.  There were times that I swore he should have been Emmett’s child for as much as he ate, but he was a piglet even at birth weighing in at nearly nine pounds and his appetite hadn’t let up since.  Losing the baby weight after him hadn’t been that hard because he was always such a busy baby.  He had three older siblings to keep up with after all, and even though my last pregnancy and labor was a good bit harder on me, even a little more so than the twins, I would never regret giving Edward and Cooper their Christmas wish.  Who could ever regret someone else to love?

Carter adored Cooper and vice versa.  Cooper had always loved babies and ever since Carter was mobile, he made sure to give a little one-on-one time to his little bubba which was another reason he was dying to get out of my arms and over to his big brother.

“Would you like me to take that off of your hands for a little bit, lovin’?”  Mmmm…that voice in my ear still did so many wicked things to me.  It didn’t help that he had those sinful lips fastened to my neck either.

“That would be awesome, sugar,” I said, heaving my hefty, squirmy baby into his daddy’s arms.  Carter started to whine a little bit, realizing that he was being given away, but when he got the inner thigh tickle-belly raspberry combo from his daddy, he rewarded him with his husky little giggle and all was right in the world.  The only thing better than watching Edward be a dad to our children was getting to spend time alone with him, and let’s face it; having had four kids in six years didn’t exactly leave us a lot of that. 

We did make an agreement with Angela, Ben, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rose to keep each other’s kids overnight so that each couple could have at least one guaranteed date night per month and it just so happened that ours was tonight after Cooper’s party.  This was also going to serve as our Valentine’s Day…activity…I’ll say.  I had heard through the grapevine that Edward had a surprise for me and I had been a Cullen long enough that I couldn’t let him outdo me. 

“What’s that evil little grin for?”

“Nothin’.”

“Mmhmm…you know I have my evil ways of findin’ out, don’t you?”

“I do and while I’m usually highly in favor of your evil ways, devil, this one is too good to give up,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and inhaling his scent.  Ugh, not what I was expecting.  “And you will definitely need to shower before tonight’s surprise.  You smell like plastic and sweat,” I said, stepping away and popping him on the butt.

“Hey!  That bouncy slide was awesome!  You’re just jealous because you were too chicken to go down it!”

And there it was…the Cullen challenge.  When will he ever learn?  I spun on my heel and marched my tail right over to that slide and went down it not once, but twice.  Then I proceeded to jump with the girls in the smaller bouncy house.

We had thirty minutes left until the rental place came to pick the bouncy houses up and we meant that we were going to get every jump and slide in that we could.  Once the kids from Cooper’s church and school classes had left and only family was left, Sassy, Rose Angela and I were sprawled out on the floor of the smaller bouncy house while the other kids, and of course our men, took turns going down the slide.

“So tell me about tonight.  You have been very secretive and you know we just don’t do secrets in this family,” Alice said.

“Yes, Sassy, that’s exactly why I haven’t said anything.  But I may as well tell y’all now; surely you can keep your mouths shut for that long,” I said, giving them the eye, especially Alice and Rosalie.

“You got it.  Now get on with it.  I may need to take notes.”

“Rosalie, if you need to take notes on spicing up your love life, then mine is surely doomed.”

“Look, you’re the one poppin’ out babies every two years.  You must be doin’ somethin’ right.”

“True.  Okay, so here’s the deal.  While things aren’t exactly boring in the bedroom, we have just hit that phase lately that y’all told me about…you know…the maintenance sex.  And don’t get me wrong, maintenance sex is still great, but tonight…”

“You need some tenderness.  You need some love makin’,” Alice guessed.

“Not even close, Sass.  No, what Mama needs is…”

“To get fucked,” Rose finished.

“Lord, yes!  Thoroughly and I mean not just once.”

“Preach on, sister!” Angela agreed.

“Mmhmm, you got that right,” Alice nodded.

“So, quit holdin’ out and tell us already.  I need to live vicariously through you until it’s our turn in a few weeks,” Angela said.  Poor thing.  She was in the throes of new mommy-hood and since little Lila was now six months old, she was finally ready to leave her for the first time and have some husband and wife time instead of mommy and daddy time.

“Well, thanks to Sass, I know that Edward is taking care of supper and is plannin’ on something sweet afterwards.  I’m guessing a sweet gift, a sexy song and probably a delicious dessert.  But what he doesn’t know is that I’ll be taking care of dessert for him.  For starters, I am now the proud owner of a naughty nurse costume, and I plan on being very naughty.”

“Hell yeah!” Rosalie fist pumped.

“I also went to Newton’s Rent-All and rented a massage table.  You see, since I quit working on a regular basis after having the girls, I thought it was time that I brushed up on my health assessment skills, so my very gorgeous husband is going to get a very sexy and very hands-on physical from his naughty nurse wife.”

“God, I want to be you when I grow up,” Rose lamented, sending the rest of us into a fit of giggles.

“What are you girls up to?  From the sounds of it, it can’t be anything good,” Edward smirked.

I gasped.  “How long have you been standing there?”

“Tell me what you were laughin’ about first.”

Alice sat up and began to crawl over to the opening where Jasper was waiting to help her out of the bouncy house.  “He didn’t hear nothin’.  If he had that smirk would be a hell of a lot bigger.”

“What does she know that I don’t?” Edward asked as he crawled into the house.   Aww…Lippy McPouterson is out in full force.

I pulled on his bottom lip as he hovered over me and began to nuzzle my neck.

“Good Lord.  Ain’t nothin’ maintenance about y’all.”  Rose tugged on my hair and rolled towards the entrance, reminding me to call her in the morning.  “Emmett!  Come help me out of this thing so we can round up some kids.  These two may not keep things G-rated for very long and our date isn’t until next week.”

“What in the hell is Rose goin’ on about?” he mumbled, giving me the shivers.

“You’ll find out later.  Patience, sugar.”

“Jezebel.”

“You have no idea.”

xXx

EPOV

I gave Bella strict instructions to stay away from the house for at least two hours when she left earlier to take the kids to spend the night with our relatives.  The girls were going to Alice’s with Mary Beth and Ally and the boys went over to Emmett’s house with Riley, Brandon and Brady.  I didn’t know which would be worse; a house full of estrogen or a house full of testosterone.  I could only guess that the last house left standing would be the winner…you know…survival of the fittest and all that.  Either way, it was going to be a good night at this house for me and my woman.

It had only been a month since our last date; our Friday nights spent catching up the DVR not exactly counting.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved that our house was slam full of kids and that they kept us busier than a three-legged ninja, but I still craved alone time with my baby girl, even after all these years. 

That being said, I was going to try my best to bring back the romance, seeing as how what little alone time we had these days turned out to be more rushed and unfortunately routine than languid and loving.  Our date night was also tying in with Valentine’s Day so I thought why not go back to one of our first meals?  She would surely appreciate the sentimentality of it and I would surely appreciate the sensuality of it.   What?  I liked watching my woman’s mouth and feeding her was seriously just a bonus! 

While she was out, I set out the things I had been working on for the past two weeks and then I began putting the finishing touches on supper, knowing that the timing of making fondue was paramount.  I was going to start us off with a tossed green salad with some fresh sourdough bread that Mama slipped to me at the party, then we’d move on to sliced steak and shrimp with a teriyaki sauce for dipping and follow it up with a basic chocolate fondue with strawberries, bananas, marshmallows and cake cubes to dip in it.  I was already having a difficult time keeping focused just thinking about her lips wrapping around…

“Sweet fancy Moses!” I yelled as my cell phone blared from the countertop right beside me, pulling me from my very naughty daydream.  “You just seriously scared the shit out of me,” is how I answered the phone.

Her sweet giggle was her first reply.  “Sorry, sugar,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.  “I’m home.  Can I come in yet or not?”

“Anxious?” I teased.

“Aren’t you?”  Damn it!  Was it necessary to already be using the sexy voice?

“Always, baby girl.  Meet me at the front door.”

I immediately hung up the phone and sprinted towards the front of the house, doing my best to be careful not to knock anything over in the process.  Taking one last look around, I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch to greet her properly.

Lord help me, a good, slow kiss could seriously crank my motor.

We were both breathless with our arms wrapped around each other, swaying and leaning our foreheads together.  “Well that was certainly unexpected, but I’ll dang sure take it.”

“Mmm, there’s more where that came from, lovin’.  You ready for your surprise?”

“Hell yes.  It’s that or freeze to death.”

“Good point.  Alright,” I said, spinning her around to face the front door and covering her eyes.  “Prepare to be wowed.”

“Awfully sure of yourself there, sugar.”

That little comment earned her a pop on the tail.  “Shut it.”

I opened the front door and led her into the living room where the trail began, and finally revealed the first part of her surprise.

“Are you shittin’ me?”

“Now that is exactly the kind of romantic reaction I was hopin’ for.”

“How did you do all of this?”

She stepped into the living room that I had completely littered with pink, red and purple construction paper hearts.

“I had help.  You’d be surprised what five bucks can buy your son, nieces and nephews.”

She wandered around looking at the ones that were written on, collecting them and clutching them to her chest as she read each one aloud.

I love you because you give the best hugs.  Love Riley.

I love you because you make the best sugar cookies.  Love Ally.

I love you because you come to all of my soccer games.  Love Brandon.

I love you because I can tell you anything and you won’t tell my mama.  Love Mary Beth.

I love you because you’re my best friend’s mom and you’re pretty.  Love Brady.

She turned to look at me from the middle of the room with a huge grin.  “That child may seriously be my favorite.  You reckon Sassy would let us trade Carter for Brady?”

“Doubtful,” I chuckled.  “Keep goin’.  There’s more.”  I knew that the next ones that she came across would bring tears to her eyes since anything that involved the tender hearts of our kids often did

.

I love you because you do everything right when Daddy does everything wrong.  Love Carter.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

I shrugged my shoulder.  “I may have helped him a little bit with that one.”  She shook her head and continued around the room.

I love you because you buy me clothes that aren’t pink.  Love Masey

I love you because you sing with me every night.  Love Melody

I love you because you hug and kiss me even when I’m not so huggable and kissable.  Love Cooper

She was a beautiful sniffling mess as I made my way across the room to wrap my arms around her.

“How long did you work on this?”

“A couple of weeks,” I mumbled against her shoulder after I brushed her hair to the other side.  There were so many more to read, but I was ready for her to read mine.  We had limited time tonight and I wanted to spend it worshiping her myself.

“My heart is just…full.  This is absolutely wonderful!”

“I’m glad.  How about a few more and then we’ll have our supper before the sauce starts to burn.”

“What are we having?” she asked, turning her head to face me.  I pecked her on the lips.

“Fondue.”  Her grin was wide and all the thanks I needed.

I walked her towards the kitchen where I had left a few of my handwritten hearts scattered on the bar where I had our supper set up. 

Picking up the first one I read softly into her ear, “I love you because you are gorgeous and sassy and smart and because I was lucky enough to convince you to say yes.”  I sealed it with a kiss below that ear and then reached around her to the other side.  “I love you because you gave me four of the greatest and most beautiful gifts any man could ever want.”  I turned her around in my arms to face me and saw that she was biting her lip in effort to keep silent as tears made a silvery trail down her flushed cheeks.

I wiped the tears away with my thumbs and told her, “I love you because it’s not just your voice that sings to me, but your heart sings to mine as well and no music has ever been so sweet.”

Bella shook her head as a sob escaped from her chest.  I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger before pushing it over her shoulder to rest.

“I love you because after all of these years you’re not just my more; you are my everything.”  She gripped my shirt by the sides and pulled me to her, burying her face in my chest.  

“You are too much,” she mumbled into my shirt.  I squeezed her tight and told her that nothing was too much for her because that was the absolute truth.  I’d give her the world because it was nothing short of what she had already given me.

“I love you.”

“Good thing because I have plans for you, baby girl.”

“Well how about we eat this yummy lookin’ supper you made for us and we’ll discuss those plans later.”

“You got it.”

xXx

BPOV

“Gimme twenty minutes and then you can come up to our bedroom for your surprise,” I said around the kisses that he was peppering all around my face and neck.

“No.  I’m good right here.”

“Edward,” I whined.  I really didn’t want to get up because he was already giving me some much needed friction in some mighty good places from where he was situated between my legs on the couch.

He had gotten out his guitar after we fed each other supper and serenaded me like he used to with the sweet words of Lionel Richie’s Truly.  Most of our singing these days involved the kids in some way so getting something especially for me was completely heartwarming.

“I really need you to move.  I promise it will be worth your while.”

He growled into my neck.

“Fine.  But this little surprise of yours better end with you naked or I’m gonna be spankin’ that cute little ass.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.  Now move,” I giggled, pushing on his shoulders.

As I walked up the stairs my stomach started to churn with butterflies.  I couldn’t believe I had talked myself into doing this.  I was somebody’s mother…FOUR somebody’s mother to be exact.  What was I thinking?  You were thinking that you didn’t want to be anybody’s mama for a night and that you wanted to seduce your husband into bangin’ you like his girlfriend and not lovin’ you like his wife.

His reaction alone would be so worth it.

I hurriedly got the table out of the closet and placed the sheets over it so that he would think that he was only getting a massage.  I lit vanilla scented candles and scurried into the bathroom to put on my naughty nurse outfit, only to cover it up with a robe.  He wasn’t getting any previews before the main event.

The man was knocking on the door two minutes early.  “Can I come in now?”

“Yes, come on in, Mr. Impatient.”

He opened the door and stopped short when he saw the massage table set up at the foot of the bed.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

I stepped forward from the doorway of the bathroom.  “For starters, you are going to strip down, completely naked,” I said smirking, “and then get onto that table.  It’s up to you if you want to cover up or not.”

There was my favorite crooked smile, looking all kinds of mischievous.  He was already beginning to unbutton his fly.  Damn him and his…cockiness!  Time for me to retreat and get my wits about me because if I see that man in all of his naked glory right now, this charade is off and all the sexy time shenanigans are on!

I cleared my throat.  “While you undress, I’m just going to get the lotion that I warmed up.”

Lord have mercy!  I felt like I did seven years ago, all nervous and twitterpated, which to be honest is really good and something that we had been needing lately.

I walked back into the bedroom with a bottle of warm lotion in my hands and noticed that he was sitting up on the massage table with the white sheet draped loosely in his lap.

“Um, sugar…you’re supposed to be lying down.”

“C’mere,” he said, reaching his hand and pulling me to stand between his legs.  “I can’t lay down.  You see…I kind of have a…problem,” he said, giving me a peep show of his lap.

Holy Mary, this ain’t gonna take long.

“No problem.  I can definitely work with that.  A massage was really just going to be for warm up purposes anyway.”

He nuzzled my ear and growled, “I was hopin’ you’d say that, baby girl.”  And cue the whimper. 

I stepped away from him so that I could remove my robe, since it seemed that we were going to fast forward this night a little bit.  I pulled on the waist tie and let the robe fall to the floor.

“What in the mothercuss are you wearin’?”

“Well, Mr. Cullen, tonight you are my patient and you’ll be getting a full-on, hard-core  physical.  I’ll be your naughty nurse, Bella.  Do you mind if I touch you now?”

He shook his head, “Hunh-unh.”

“Alright, how ‘bout I start at the top and work my way down?”

Edward swallowed thickly and nodded.  Bless his heart.  Four babies had brought with them plenty of cleavage and he couldn’t get enough of an eyeful, especially in this tight white get-up that had the girls jacked up to Jesus.

I started by scratching his scalp and running my fingers through his hair, causing his eyes to immediately close.

“Hair…shiny, healthy, soft, thick, and thoroughly fingered,” I purred, giving it a tug.

I moved my hands lower and ran my thumbs along his forehead, over his brow bone, across his cheekbones and down his perfectly stubbled jaw.  I looked into his sea green eyes that were notably wider and darker due to the combination of lust and low lighting.

“Pupils are dilated and equally reactive.  Facial bones are masculine, angular, strong…lickable,” I said, leaning in and doing just that. 

“You’re the devil, you know that?”

“Nuh-uh-uh…I’m a jezebel.  You are the devil.”

“Are we done yet?” he asked, trying to hook his feet behind my legs to bring me closer to him.

“Not even close.”  And then the pout.  Still precious.

“Okay, now where was I?  Oh yes.”  I ran my hands along his trapezius muscles, made strong and more defined since he and Jasper had taken up boxing in the last couple of years.  I kneaded them gently, causing his head to dip back between those luscious muscles and expose his corded neck.

I traced the lines of his deltoid muscles, kissing the tattoo of the cross and staff on his right arm and ghosting my lips across the one of my name on the inside of his left bicep.  He added that one on our first anniversary and said its placement kept me close to his heart.  There was also a tribal sun with our kid’s names in the middle of it that was only six months old on his left shoulder blade because they were the light of his life.  It was seriously no wonder I married that man.

I slid my fingers down his defined forearms to his warm hands.  I wrapped them around me and placed one hand on each ass cheek and smirked at him.  “Squeeze.”  And holy mother did he. 

“Arms…musculature is well developed and there are beautiful, identifiable markings noted on both.  Fingers are long, tapered and talented, and grip strength is currently rockin’ my world,” I groaned.  He chuckled, knowing that in addition to the awesome gropes he was giving me, he was beginning to unravel me by teasing me under the hem of my outfit which barely covered my ass. 

I peppered kisses from the end of one collarbone to the other and then made a trail of open mouthed kisses around one pectoral muscle and then the other, licking each nipple and making him flinch.  He was losing control and I hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.  I splayed my hands across his broad chest, losing myself in the contrast between the softness of his skin and fine chest hair and the hardness of his chiseled muscles.  He moved his hands up my hips and around my sides until he reached the zipper at the front of my costume and began to lower it.

“Breathing is deep, if not a little accelerated, like someone trying to stay in control but failing,” I smirked.  “Heartbeat is regular and strong,” I teased, letting my fingertips begin to stray down his abdomen towards the straining sheet in his lap, “but beginning to race.  A unique characteristic, however, is that this heart only beats this fast for me.”  He grinned and nodded so I rewarded him with a sweet kiss. 

Never losing eye contact, I slowly removed the sheet from his lap and dropped it on the floor beside me.  I tickled a teasing trail from his knee caps, over his distinct quad muscles and up to his groin.  Finally, the promised land.  I bit my lip when he hissed as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, giving it a tentative squeeze and stroke.  Bless him.  I took one long and languid lick from base to tip, ending with a swirl.  He was beginning to groan in the back of his throat, so I knew I didn’t have long.

Looking him in the eye and tracing the defined muscles along his hips I whispered into his ear, “Legs and hips are strong and powerful for…thrusting.  Your cock is long and hard and thick; silk over steel that fills every…single…inch of me.  That’s all it took.

The table fell backwards, Edward jumped off of it so fast.  His arms were a vice around me; his lips everywhere as he pulled us around to the side of the bed.  When my knees hit the mattress he lowered me down, never allowing his tongue to untangle from mine.  His mouth was warm and wet and demanding and I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t last long when he lowered it to my other…lips.

He stood up and began to undress me, devouring me with his eyes along the way.  First to go were the heels, then the white, sheer thigh highs.  When he finished lowering the zipper that he had started on earlier he shook his head in disbelief, realizing that there had been nothing else worn under my nurse outfit.

“Naughty nurse indeed.  Tell me, baby girl,” he said, trailing a finger up my slit, “do you give all of your patients the same kind of physical…attention?”

Oh how the tables have turned.  Now I’m the panting writhing mess.

“No, sugar.  Only you.”

“Damn straight.”

He began kissing torturously up my thighs to where I was wet and needy and ready for him.  Husband wasn’t playing games and I was right; it didn’t take long to finish the first time under his masterful licks and nips, sucks and strokes.

Edward hovered over me and I pressed my heels into his backside, urging him to come on already.  He was staring at me, teasing me with his tip.

“What?”  I was about to be whiney.

I should have known.  He was taking his rightful turn to smirk as he pushed inside of me, causing me to moan.

“Oh Lord yes…”

“You started this, lovin’,” he said, thrusting deeply, but slowly.  “Tell me how you want it.”

“Mmm,” I whimpered, opening my eyes.  “Gimme all ya got, sugar.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I rocked my hips up into his as he pushed harder, deeper, faster.  He felt so good.  We felt so good.  Forever was not going to be long enough to get to love on this man.

“I can feel you holdin’ off.  Come on.  I want it,” he growled.

“No.  Not yet…feels…too good,” I panted.

He sat back on his heels and pulled my thighs over his and locked my ankles behind him.  Oh shit…I know this move.

“Not fair!”

“You know I always get what I want,” he said, thumbing my nipple.

“Then make me,” I grinned in challenge.

“Oh, baby girl…you shouldn’t have said that.”  He wrapped his hands around my hips and, Lord have mercy, showed me who was boss.  It wasn’t me, that was for sure.

“Oh, fuck…”  Rocking meets thrusting.

“Come on…”  Head thrashing side-to-side.

“Right there…”  Brows furrowed and lips bitten.

“Give it…”  Lips parted and a scream of ecstasy.

“Edward!”  My release triggered his, our hips rocking in an uneven rhythm until he collapsed and joined me in my boneless satiety.

“I can die now.”

“Hmm,” I giggled, threading my fingers through his hair.  We continued to lie there in the dark and quiet, the only sounds being our regulating breaths.

“I love you,” I whispered.  I felt his scruffy cheek rise in grin against my bare belly.

“I love you, too.  We need more times like this.”

“What?  Dressing up?” I teased.

“No, smart ass, although, that was pretty awesome.  Keep that outfit, by the way.”  I giggled.

“I know what you mean.  It can be hard to turn off the Mama and Daddy switch and turn on the husband and wife switch at the end of the day.”

“Well, you know you can flip my switch any time you want.”

“Shut it.”  He rolled to his side and pulled my back to his chest, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

I wiggled my ass against him, partly to get settled and partly to tease him.

“Woman,” he groaned.  I laughed.  He kissed my shoulder.

“Night, sugar.”

“Night, baby girl.  We’ll pick that up in the mornin’.”