As always, none of this is mine. I’m just the perv who want to make our beloved Twilight characters swear, drink, and go at it like horny rabbits. This story will be a combination of love, suspense, some violence and steamy, sweaty sex.
I’m doing the author’s note up here. I want to thank all of you for sticking with me with this story. It took a year and a month to finish it and I’m very proud of it. I hope I did it justice. Thank you to Chandrakanta and FallingSnowWinter for their beautiful banners that they created for this story. Thank you to Kelly from TWCS for fixing the dates with my numerous updates. I kept her on her toes! Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed and supported me through this journey. This story means a lot to me since I honored my mother who passed away while I was writing this. Little Marie is written in her image and in her honor. I love you, Momma. I’ll be seeing you, you know where and when.
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Chapter 175: Epilogue
Ten Years Later
“Dr. Cullen, we have an ambulance pulling up,” said one of the nurses, Bridget. “There was an apartment fire with a lot of smoke inhalation. A lot of kids.”
“Thanks, Bridget. I’ll be right there,” I said as I closed my laptop. I swung my white coat around my shoulders along with my stethoscope. I graduated top of my class in medical school, followed closely by Harold. However, his spot as salutatorian was because he latched on to me. Thankfully, he didn’t match at the same hospital that I did for our internship and residency. He was matched at a hospital in Milwaukee while I was matched at University of Chicago Hospitals. I wanted to work with kids and I got my dream.
I was working my way up the ranks as a pediatrician. I was a part of a medical office, an established group of doctors. We were a family practice, with a specialty of endocrinology and childhood diabetes. For now, I worked with the families who didn’t have any pressing medical issues, but I was a board certified pediatric endocrinologist. I also picked up a few shifts at the emergency room at the hospital to keep my skills sharp. Besides, my history as a firefighter gave me a unique view of the ER and kept me on my toes.
I reached the ambulance bay, smiling at one of my close friends and fellow doctor at the pediatrician’s office, Jared McNulty. “How many victims?”
“Three, maybe four,” Jared replied. “It’s one of those apartment buildings. I’m not sure how critical the kids are. Are you off after this?”
“Yeah. I have a date night with my girls,” I smiled. It was our anniversary tonight. Our anniversary of being husband and wife, becoming a family. We never did much for anniversaries, but we always did something as a family to celebrate our happy marriage. Though, I had something special planned for Bella tonight.
The ambulances pulled up and we put on our game faces. I took the ambulance from my old house, smiling when Angela and Leah hopped out. “Hey, guys. What do you we have?”
“Hey, Dr. C,” Leah smirked. “We’ve got a five year old boy who was found in a closet as they guys were doing their sweep. He hasn’t regained consciousness since we scooped him up.”
“Give me his vitals,” I barked as we rolled him into a trauma room. Angela rattled off his vital signs. He was tiny and not breathing on his own. He also had some burns along his back and legs since he was curled toward the wall of the closet, trying to get away from the fire. The burns weren’t severe, but they would require special care to minimize scarring. Another curveball was that the boy was deaf. I made sure I grabbed one of the many nurses who could sign so I could communicate with this little boy.
We worked on the boy and got him intubated. His lung function improved and he regained consciousness. Through the nurse, we discovered that his name was Nathan and he was really scared, worried about his mom and dad. I made some phone calls, finding out that his parents were brought to Northwestern Memorial and were fine, just suffering from minor smoke inhalation. They looked for Nate but because he was deaf, he didn’t respond to their frantic calls. I stayed until his parents arrived and Nate was admitted into the burn unit to get his burns addressed. He’d be in there for a couple of days, hopefully.
Before I left the hospital, I ran into Leah and Angela. “Hey, Edward. You’ve got to come to the firehouse. We got a new firetruck. It’s pretty sweet,” Leah smiled.
“I will definitely try,” I answered. “I still feel weird walking in there. You know?”
“Why? You’re still a part of the crew, Edward,” Angela argued. “You should not harbor any guilt.”
“I know, I know. But it’s hard not to,” I sighed.
“The house is definitely not the same without Garrett, but we all know he’s doing okay,” Leah murmured, rubbing my arm. "Come by. Please? I know for a fact that there will be a special guest there tonight and a few big announcements, too.”
“Let me see what my girls say and I’ll send you a text. Anyhow, I’m off,” I said, hugging both of them. I darted to the emergency room locker room and changed into my street clothes, removing the scrubs I wore. I ran my finger along the tattoo I got to honor my friend and former boss, Garrett, and more guilt filled my mind.
I was working an overnight shift in the ER during the third year of my residency. I was exhausted since I was pulling a double, covering for Jared, whose wife had a baby. While I was working, we got a call from Jessica, on the ambulance, saying that she was bringing in a firefighter who was gravely injured in a house fire. My heart was stammering as I waited in the ambulance bay for their arrival. Angela, Seth and Jessica poured out of the ambulance once they did, performing CPR on Garrett. I was the most senior member on staff on the floor at the time, so I took him into the trauma room. We worked on him for over an hour and half to stabilize him. He had numerous broken bones, burns and crush injuries from being caught in the flames, buried under a collapsed wall. He normally didn’t go into fires, but from what Seth told me, they were short a couple of guys and they needed the muscle.
Once he was stabilized, he was brought up to the OR to try and save his legs from the damage of the fire. However, the bones were shattered and he was so incredibly weak, the surgeon was afraid that he’d have to take the legs from just above the knee. I told Kate and she sobbed against me, clinging to my scrub top as she processed the news. I called Bella and asked her to come and sit with Kate, since they were very close. My wife came and offered Kate support and love while they performed the amputation of Garrett’s legs. He was placed in a medically induced coma for a week while his body healed. However, we were afraid that he wouldn’t wake up since his brain was deprived of oxygen.
I beat myself up for not working fast enough in the code. I hated myself for not being able to save his legs. I was terrified that he was going to have some brain damage because of the oxygen deprivation. When I wasn’t working, I was by his side and praying.
Almost two weeks after the sedation wore off, he started making purposeful movements. A week after that, he opened his eyes. We all waited and prayed for a miracle. Thankfully, we got one. Garrett’s brain wasn’t damaged. He had some problems with his memory but that was due more to a blow to his head than oxygen deprivation. However, he’d never work in the fire department again. I was the one who told him about the loss of his legs and he was angry, blaming me. It didn’t help my own guilt. He pushed me and everyone away as he healed. I didn’t hear from him or speak to him for over a year. I tried to, but he was too depressed and lost to even care. He and Kate even separated during that time.
One day, he showed up in the ER, standing on prosthetic limbs. I was working with a kid, who was just diagnosed with diabetes. In the doorway stood one of my closest friends, his eyes filled with trepidation and apology. I finished with my patient, leading Garrett to my office. We spent an hour catching up and then another hour apologizing to each other. Garrett was grateful that I was the one who saved his life but so sorry for pushing me away because it was my assessment that caused the surgeons to amputate his legs.
“Dr. Cullen?” Bridget chuckled. “You okay?”
“Sorry,” I said, pulling on my sweater. “I was totally spacing out.”
“Yeah and rubbing your tattoo,” she snickered. “Thinking about getting another one?”
“Hmmm, possibly,” I said. “I’ll see you next time I’m on shift.” I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out to the el, hopping a train to get home. I rubbed the tattoo again. It was similar to the tattoo that Garrett and the rest of the guys got for me, with a badge and some flames behind it. However, I put a pair of prosthetic limbs behind his badge with the flames. He got a kick out of that, laughing at my weird sense of humor. Garrett now worked with Seth, Leah and Claire at Clear Waters, being a full-time bartender and manager of their establishment. It was also a famous fire department bar, filled with memorabilia from fallen firefighters, famous fires of the city and a brief history of the Chicago Fire Department.
I got home from the hospital and I snuck into the entertainment room. On the floor, I found my girls. I snuck in, picking up our newest addition, Amelia Grace Cullen. “Daddy!” she squealed, kicking her feet. I flipped my five year old down, ruffling her hair.
Leah volunteered to be a surrogate for me and Bella when we were talking about expanding our family. Leah loved us dearly and it was the least she could do for her sister.
Charlie and Sue, Leah’s mother, got married on a whim in Vegas after a year of dating. They were happy, living in Charlie’s townhouse. He was promoted to captain of the Glenview police department shortly after their nuptials.
So, we went through in vitro, harvesting eggs from my wife, inseminating them with my sperm and implanting them into Leah. We went through two cycles before one took. Amelia Grace was born on January 1st, 2020, becoming the first baby born in Chicago that year.
We were trying for another baby with Leah as a surrogate, but we haven’t been as fortunate this time around.
Marie rolled her eyes as she hopped up, hugging me tightly. “Hey, Dad. Save anyone today?”
“A little boy who was as old as you, Amelia,” I said, ruffling her bright red hair. “He was caught in a fire, but I saved him. And I learned how to say something in sign language.”
“How?” Amelia asked, her brown eyes wide with wonder.
“The little boy, Nate, was deaf. He taught me how to say ‘I love you,’” I smiled, showing them my newfound talent. Amelia copied it, waving the sign in my face. I kissed her fingers, beaming at my daughter. “Now, where’s your mom?”
“In the computer room with Uncle Peter,” Marie answered. “They needed to finish that interactive website but something’s wrong with the code or something.”
“Yeah, I’ll never understand what your mother does,” I snorted. “Did you guys eat?”
“Not yet, Daddy. Mommy said we’re going out,” Amelia responded.
“Well, we are. Go put on some warm clothes. I think we’re going to the firehouse tonight,” I said, grinning crookedly.
“Yay!” Amelia squealed, bouncing off the couch and up to her room. Marie hugged me once more and followed her. I went downstairs to the bottom floor. Bella and Peter were both typing furiously and were concentrating on the screens in front of them.
I leaned against the door jamb for about five minutes before I cleared my throat. “You know, I just did an entire strip tease and you guys didn’t even blink,” I deadpanned.
“No, you didn’t,” Bella said, taking off her glasses. “Peter didn’t scream like a girl. He’d be blinded by your pastiness.”
“I don’t want to see the pastiness. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO pastiness,” Peter said, his nose wrinkled.
“I’m not that pasty and you love my pastiness,” I huffed.
“I do, but Peter doesn’t appreciate your pale, skinny ass like I do,” Bella smirked, getting up and from her seat. Her arms slid up mine before threading into my hair. With a gentle tug, she kissed me. “Hi, baby. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I whispered back, brushing my lips with hers.
“Ugh! You two are disgusting,” Peter said, saving his work and shutting down his computer. “How is it that you are married for ten years and you’re still all lovey dovey? I’ve been married for seven years and that shit went away after the first week.”
“That’s because Charlotte realized that you’re noxious, Peter,” Bella quipped. “Your ass should be labeled as a hazardous waste dump.”
“Don’t be hatin’,” Peter said, waggling his finger. “I have to let the fumes go because if they stayed inside it would squash my creativity.”
“You are so full of shit, Peter,” Bella laughed.
“No, he isn’t and that’s the problem,” I snickered.
“What? Edward never farted in front of you? Never chucked a deuce?” Peter asked, arching a brow.
“We’re married. We know too much about each other. Hell, he wiped my ass after I had Marie,” Bella said, her own brow arching. “It hurt too much to bend.”
“That’s love, man. You went where no man has gone before,” Peter said, his voice reverent. “Okay, I’m going. I’m hopeful that a good night’s sleep will help us with this damn website. It was supposed to go live two days ago.”
“They should expect delays with the insane additions that they requested last minute,” Bella said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Probably not. I’ve got an engagement shoot in the morning and then baby shoots in the afternoon,” Peter said. “Call the company about the delay in the website and we can fix it on Monday. Have a good weekend, Bells. Later, Edward.”
“Bye, Peter,” I said as he slipped out the basement door.
“So, are we ready to go to the zoo and then out for dinner?” Bella asked, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Change in plans, my beautiful wife,” I murmured, cupping her face. “Leah and Angela made a run to my hospital today with a kid with smoke inhalation. They gave me grief about not going to the house anymore.”
“We should go,” she said, smiling sweetly as I leaned down to kiss her sweet, pouty lips. “It’s been too long since we’ve been there and Amelia wants to hang out with her godmother. I think that our daughter is going to follow in Leah’s footsteps, becoming a firefighter. She’s obsessed. I won’t be surprised if Amelia wears her rain coat that looks like a firefighter’s coat to go to the house. Let’s go check on the girls and then swing by Mariano’s to pick up some cookies.”
“You know they’re going to give you crap about not bringing your rocky road cookies,” I teased.
“I’ll bring them next time,” she shrugged, leading me up the stairs and locking the door.
xx CITF xx
We drove to the firehouse. Our girls were bouncing and excited to their extended family at Firehouse 18. Marie was more of a girly-girl, but loved to look at all of the beefy guys at the firehouse. My oldest daughter is so straight. Amelia loved everything else about the firehouse, mainly because Leah, her godmother and surrogate mom, showed her all of the nooks and crannies, spilling all of the secrets to my youngest child. I also knew that Amelia thought that Leah was a superhero with how she acted. Amelia loved Leah, almost as much as she loved me and her father. We made sure that Amelia knew that she came from Leah’s belly and that she was a very special part of our family.
Even after the hassle of Amelia’s birth, Leah was willing to do it again. My sister was so amazing and I couldn’t ask for a better surrogate. I loved her so much.
“Supposedly, there’s going to be a special guest at the firehouse,” Edward said as he turned onto the street where the house was located. “Or something. I said I’d try to come. I sent a text to Leah and she was over-the-moon thrilled that we were on our way.”
“Do you think they’re going to pull the same shenanigans with the broken down truck?” I asked, arching a brow. “When they retired your badge?”
“Garrett got into huge trouble for that,” Edward said, his eyes wide. “He fought his suspension tooth and nail since headquarters refused to honor me appropriately. The entire house protested and they eventually rescinded Garrett’s suspension, but put the house on notice.”
“Did they give Garrett full honors?” I asked, remembering that our dear friend had been injured for more severely than my husband was over three years ago.
“They did, thankfully. However, he received the honors because he saved a kid,” Edward shrugged. “I don’t need any more accolades from the fire department. I received the highest honor with Casey Severide Award for Courage and Valor. The rest of that stuff was purely for the house.” He parked our car on the street. He snorted out a laugh. “They are party animals.”
I rolled my eyes when I saw a similar configuration to Edward’s retirement on the driveway of the firehouse. It wasn’t as decorated since they needed to go out on calls, but there were large grills, picnic tables, a fire pit - since it was mid-October – and music playing. As we got out of the car, Edward received a text. His eyes widened and he smiled excitedly.
“Everything okay?” I asked, carrying the box of cookies.
“Couldn’t be better,” he replied. “I’ll meet you up at the house. I have to get something from our house. I forgot that thing for Emmett.”
“What thing?” I questioned.
“The thing,” Edward said, waving his hand. “Girls, help your mom. I’ll be right back.” Marie and Amelia joined me and Edward drove off.
“Your dad is weird,” I said, arching a brow. I walked over to the crowd, hugged immediately by my brother, Seth. He took the cookies, pouting slightly when he saw that they were from a store. Marie and Amelia found Leah and Angela, hugging them excitedly.
For the most part, the guys at the firehouse had remained the same. The only major change, obviously, was the loss of Garrett as the captain and some new guy who filled in for Garrett and never left. I never really got to know him since he never spoke to me or Edward. He looked at us like freeloaders even though my husband was once a valued member of the Firehouse 18 team.
Emmett greeted me next. “Hey, Bella,” he said, kissing my cheek. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good, Em. Frustrated about a work thing, but I’m good,” I smiled. “How’s your girl?”
He beamed. “Amazing,” he breathed. “I think I’ve finally found the one. Anna is so sweet and loving and understand and I don’t have words for what I feel for her, Bella.”
“That’s awesome, Emmett, but we do have to meet her. Anna has to pass our standards for dating you,” I giggled. “We only want the best for you and your son.”
“And I love you for it,” Emmett said.
He had a rough go of it after our wedding. Shortly after we got back from our honeymoon, he found out that his ex-girlfriend, Rosalie, had passed away from ovarian cancer. He harbored a lot of guilt and the way he dealt with it was to fuck around. A lot. He turned into a man whore, screwing anything with tits. One day, his screwing around came back to bite him in the ass. A woman, whom Emmett didn't remember, showed up on his doorstep with a screaming infant. She handed him the baby, along with a birth certificate and walked away. The little boy, Tristan, was his and the mother didn’t want him. Emmett didn’t know what to do so he came to our house with his son. Edward went into doctor mode, wanting to get a paternity test to verify that Tristan was Emmett’s. Our friend agreed and Edward ran the paternity test. Emmett was the father to little Tristan.
That was four years ago. Emmett tried to find the mother, but the name on the birth certificate was a fake. Emmett had her parental rights removed and he’d been a doting single father ever since. He loved Tristan deeply and he relied on us to help him with any concerns he had. Edward and I were Tristan’s godparents and guardians should anything happen to Emmett.
Emmett did change his ways with the addition of Tristan to the family. He obviously didn’t fuck around anymore and he grew up. Sue, my step-mother, baby sat for Emmett and Seth while they were on shift. He stayed at home and didn’t really date. Until Anna. I didn’t know much about her, obviously. If Emmett was bringing her up, she had to be special. Emmett deserved it. He needed a happily ever after. I prayed that he would get it with Anna and Tristan.
Edward came back after fifteen minutes. He found me talking to Emmett and handed him a bag of something. “It’s the thing I borrowed,” Edward said, his eyebrow arched.
“Uh, thanks,” Emmett said. “I’ll go put this in my locker.” Emmett walked away, shooting Edward a confused look. As Emmett was walking away, there was a bustled of activity at the end of the driveway. It wasn’t until I heard Marie’s happy yell that I knew what was going on.
“Uncle Garrett!” she laughed, running to him and carefully throwing her arms around his waist.
“You are getting prettier and prettier every day, Peanut,” Garrett said as he walked to the firehouse. “I’m so glad you took after your mother.”
“Hey, now,” Edward growled, giving a scowl at his friend and former boss.
“It’s true,” Garrett said, ruffling Marie’s bronze-colored hair. “Where’s the boss man?”
“Hiding,” Jessica snorted derisively. “He doesn’t interact with us, Chief. We miss you. Can’t you come back? Wear fire proof prosthetics?”
“Tempting, Jessica,” Garrett chuckled, sitting down and crossing his ‘legs’ at the ankles. “I don’t think that wearing fake limbs into a burning building would be very wise. I like my job, thank you very much. It’s a lot less stressful and I get paid a lot more.”
“That’s because you pocket all of your tips, you jack ass,” Leah teased. “You’re supposed to share them with the rest of the crew.”
“I am?” Garrett asked, his eyes wide and his hand pressed to his chest. “Where’s McCarty?”
“Putting something in his locker,” Edward replied.
“Tell him to get his beefy rear out here. I’ve got news for him,” Garrett said, smirking.
“I’m here, I’m here,” Emmett laughed. “Edward was being cryptic.”
“So, he was acting like normal,” Garrett teased, giving my husband a wink.
“Pretty much,” I snickered, wrapping my arms around his waist. “But, I love him.”
“I hope so. We’ve been married for ten years. Today!” he smiled, dipping me into a deep, loving kiss. I moaned, my fingers threading into his hair.
“Ewww! Dad! Stop pawing at Mom,” Marie groaned, burying her face into Garrett’s shoulder.
“Sorry,” Edward smiled, righting me. “Not sorry. Not at all.”
“Well, I’m glad that you two are still in your honeymoon phase,” Garrett said, giving us an affectionate smile. “Now, I’ve got some good news and it’s related to you, Emmett.” Garrett was about to continue but Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, Charlie, Sue and her charges, Seth’s children and little Tristan, pulled up. Peter and Charlotte came shortly after.
What the hell is going on?
“Good, the gang’s all here,” Garrett smiled. “Can I continue?”
“Yeah. I want to know what’s related to me!” Emmett laughed as he held his son in his arms.
“Okay, okay. I went to headquarters earlier today. I met with the commissioner. He asked me to deliver this to Emmett, personally,” Garrett said, getting up and handing him an envelope. “Open it, Em.”
Emmett handed Tristan to Edward, who watched as his father tore into the envelope, scanning the letter inside. “Holy shit!” Emmett breathed.
“Daddy, swear jar,” Tristan said, leaning his head on Edward’s shoulder.
“Sorry, bud, but I just got a huge promotion,” Emmett said, his voice breathless and his eyes wide with shock. He looked around at the firefighters, paramedics and EMTs. “I took the exam to become a fire chief. I passed and now, I’m the chief of Firehouse 18!” Everyone cheered and congratulated him. “Chief Pearson is retiring at the end of the month and I’ll take over then.”
“Thank GOD!” Jessica breathed. “I don’t think I could handle any more shifts with Chief Pearson.”
“Chief McCarty has a certain ring to it, Emmett,” Charlie snickered. “Congrats, son!”
“Thanks, Charlie,” Emmett said, taking Tristan back from Edward.
“Not to steal Emmett’s thunder, but we have some more good news,” Leah said. Edward took my hand and led me closer to my sister. Leah handed me gift bag. “Today is Edward and Bella’s anniversary. Ten years ago, today, they became husband and wife up in Michigan. I was the sexy bridesmaid while Alice was the cute bridesmaid.”
“I’m not cute!” Alice grumbled.
“Alice, you’re adorable. Especially now,” I teased. “You’re like a Weeble with your belly.” Alice was six months pregnant with twins and it looked like she swallowed a basketball.
“Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down,” Edward snorted.
“I think you’re sexy, Alice. Ignore them,” Jasper said, kissing his wife’s cheek.
“Anyhoo …” Leah sang, waving her hands. “Edward and Bella aren’t usually ones to give each other huge presents for anniversaries and stuff. They proclaim that love is all they need. We all know that Edward spoils his girls rotten and Bella thanks him in her own way.”
“Leah!” I chided, covering my girl’s ears.
“Like Garrett said, you’re still in your honeymoon phase,” Leah smirked. “And probably always will be. That’s why we love you because you’re so nauseatingly cheesetastic.” Leah’s smirk changed to something softer. “As many of you know, I was the surrogate for Amelia, my goddaughter. Edward and Bella said that they wanted to expand their family and I offered my body to host their child. I love them both and I wanted to do this for them. Earlier this year, we tried again but it didn’t take. We did the cycle twice more and no luck. But, third time’s a charm. Open the bag, Bella.”
I opened the bag and saw a box from Pandora. I opened it, seeing a gorgeous bracelet, representing my girls. “What are these sparkly beads?” I asked.
“They represent birthstones,” Edward said. “The green is for Marie, an August baby with peridot as her gemstone. Amelia’s is the garnet, red bead for her January birthday.”
“And the clear one is for your newest little one, which will be born in April,” Leah whispered. She took out a picture, showing me an ultrasound of my third child. “Congratulations, Momma.”
“Leah,” I sobbed, hugging her tightly. “I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it, sister,” Leah laughed, scratching my back. “But, this is the last kid I’m popping out for you.” She pulled back and tears were streaming down her face. “I’m also quitting the fire department. Today’s my last shift. I’m going to focus my attention on Clear Waters and to make sure that Garrett is stiffing me my tips.”
“I’m not!” Garrett said, his mouth full of hamburger.
The sirens blared and the dispatcher announced a fire in a residential area. We all jumped and worked at moving the tables out of the way while the crews threw on their gear. We waved as the trucks, ambulance and battalion chief SUV tore out of the house. Edward wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Our family is expanding, Mrs. Cullen,” he whispered.
“I can’t believe it took,” I smiled. “Is that what you went back to the house for? The bracelet?”
“Yeah,” Edward blushed, looking at me intently. “Leah went to the doctor yesterday after she took a pregnancy test. The test was inconclusive but she hadn’t had a period since August. The doctor gave her a blood test and she’s definitely pregnant. Around ten weeks. She texted me when we arrived, sending me a photo of the ultrasound.”
“I hope we get a brother,” Amelia said. “Daddy needs a boy.”
“I wouldn’t mind another sister,” Marie smiled crookedly, wrapping her arm around Amelia’s shoulders.
“I just want the baby to be healthy,” I breathed, looking at the bean that was our third child. “That’s all that matters to me.”
“Amelia, Marie, you’re coming home with Nana and Papa tonight,” called Esme. “I’m certain your parents want to celebrate.”
“God, Mom. Not you, too,” Edward groaned.
“Have fun,” Esme sang, taking our girls and loading them into their SUV.
We stayed and helped put away the stuff at the firehouse. As we were getting ready to leave, Edward stopped in front of his turnout gear that still hung in the garage of the firehouse. Next to it, hung Garrett’s gear. “You know, I’d walk through fire for my family. I’d do anything for you,” Edward whispered.
“I feel the same way, Edward. We are so incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful family and such dear friends. I love them so much,” I murmured.
“I love you more, though,” he smiled crookedly. “I didn’t expect my parents to take our girls, but I’m glad they did. Do you want to know why?”
“I think I can guess,” I blushed, returning his carnal grin. “All things dirty and naked?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” Edward purred, cupping my face and kissing me deeply, his tongue twisting in my mouth. Releasing me, he tugged on my hand and dragged me to our car. “Our lives are going to change in seven months, Mrs. Cullen. Why don’t we rekindle our flame in the bedroom?”
“Edward, we don’t need rekindling. Our flame burns bright, hot and passionately,” I laughed breathily. “But, I wouldn’t mind trying. I love you, Dr. Cullen.”
“I love you more, Mrs. Cullen. Let’s celebrate our anniversary and create some heat,” he said, driving away from the firehouse. Perhaps, they’d have to come extinguish the fire we had burning for each other.
It’s so much better being caught in the flames.