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Total Bliss...Or Not

**Sequel to The Way I Love You, read it first or this won't make sense to you!** Edward and Bella are getting married. That also means they have to leave their children behind for a week when they go on their honeymoon. But what happens to the kids that causes them to come home early from their honeymoon? Edward and Bella are now 21, the twins are 3. A little fluff here and there, nothing racy though. **Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, just the plot of this story and any characters not in Twilight****Sequel now posted, called "Turning Back In Time"**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


12. Clubbing

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"Bella, hurry up! We're going to be late!"

Could he just shut up for one minute?!

"Edward, I'm moving as fast as I can! Chill out!" I yelled back.

He muttered something I couldn't make out. I growled as I put on my necklace, the one Edward gave me when Lucy and Jack were born. It was a heart that held the four of ours' birthstones. Which means there were three rubies and one sapphire, but that's okay with me. It's a beautiful necklace, the red and blue look stunning together.

Along with my necklace, I am wearing a simple yet playful blue dress with a sweeheart neckline. I falls just above my knee, so it's appropriate for a play and the club I'm sure we're going to afterwards. I found the pair of matching heels in my suitcase; a black pair of open-toed pumps with an oval diamond on the front.

I went to touch up my curls, but I ended up spilling my bottle of perfume over the bathroom counter. I almost screamed in frusteration, but it came out as a mangled cry. I heard loud footsteps before Edward appeared at my side, kneeling in front of me.

"Hey, it's fine, it's fine. Tell me what's wrong, sweetheart," he murmered, taking me into his arms. I was holding in the tears as best as I could, not wanting to ruin my makeup or his shirt, as that would make us even more late.

"Everything's going wrong!" I cried. "First, I was going too slow in getting ready, making you mad at me, which made me irritated at you for yelling at me, and then I felt guilty, and then I spilled my favorite bottle of perfume, and to top it all off, these pregnancy hormones are only making things worse!" I finished off my rant, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"Love," he sighed. "I wasn't mad at you, only trying to make it to the theatre in time, and I'm sorry for making you feel irritated and guilty. I'll buy you a new bottle of perfume the minute we get home, because I love you very much. And isn't the result of your pregnancy going to be worth the hormones?"

I nodded, meeting his eyes with mine. He was smiling warmly at me, making me smile brightly in return.

"You are the most amazing man to ever walk this planet," I said quietly, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close to me.

"You're making me blush," he teased, kissing the top of my head. "Now let's get going."

I unlocked my arms from his neck and stood up, deciding that my hair would have to do in the condition it was in. I smoothed out my dress, only looking up when I heard an intake of breath. Edward stood in front of me, mouth hanging open.

"What?" I blushed, covering myself with my arms.

"No, no, don't cover yourself. You look stunning. Absolutely breathtaking," he whispered.

I blushed again and averted my eyes to his body. He was wearing black pants and a white button down shirt. He had the first few buttons undone, showing me just a peak of his well-defined chest.

Forget the play, I want my hubby.

"Bella," Edward warned, breaking me out of my trance. "I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no."

"What was I thinking?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

"Your eyes were smoldering, you wanted to stay here, in bed." Well damn, he nailed it.

I sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine, we'll go, but don't think I won't try something later."

I squeaked when he suddenly grabbed in in his arms and kissed me, making me feel all of the love he had for me. "I would love if you tried something later," he said huskily into my ear.

He took my hand and led me out the door, me still in a shocked state from his words. I don't think my legs could move on their own if I tried. It must have looked like a young man dragging a dazed woman out of the hotel lobby and onto the streets of Disney.

Well tonight would certainly be an experience.


All throughout the walk down Downtown Disney, I could feel Edward's eyes on me. We were holding hands, swinging them slightly.

Finally, I had to say something, I was starting to feel uncomfortable, which is crazy because it's my husband. We have two children. He's seen me naked before. "What are you looking at?" I asked him.

He shook his head slightly and replied, "You're just so beautiful."

I turned pink and looked down. "Thank you," I whispered. I felt him stop walking, so I turned to look at him curiously.

He said nothing, only kissed my lips with his soft ones, filling me, making me whole again with just one touch. Only he could do this to me.

"I love you," he murmered, his lips still against mine.

"I love you," I said back, pulling away only because I had to, we were around children after all.

Edward stopped us in front of one of the AMC theatres. The sign in the theatre said they were playing The Lion King. How ironic, I've always compared Edward to a lion; he's couragous and strong.

"I picked the Lion King because you told me once that I reminded you of a lion," he explained. Wow, great minds think alike.

"Did you know it's also one of my favorite Disney movies?" I asked him.

"I did not know that!" he exclaimed, making me laugh. He made it sound like it was such a big deal.

"What's yours?"

"Hmm....probably 101 Dalmations."

"And why is that?" I asked, supressing my laughter.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't laugh!"

"I'm sorry," I giggled, the sound making his face soften.

"It's because the dalmations play the piano silly!" he said in a childish voice.

"Edward!" I laughed, grinning like an idiot. "You're the silly one."

He laughed. "Come on, beautiful, let's find our seats."

We handed our tickets to the lady standing at the doors. She looked to be mid-twenties, and she was looking over Edward way too much for my liking.

"You enjoy the show now," she said in what I assume was supposed to be a sexy voice, but sounded like a sick duck at Christmas time. She winked at him. I looked at Edward and his face held amusement.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm married with two kids and one on the way," Edward whispered to her before pulling me into the theatre.

I was stiffling my laughter, as we were suppose to be quiet in the theatre. I wish I could have seen the look on her face, but Edward pulled me away too quickly.

As soon as we were seated, he grinned at me and kissed my temple. "I love you and only you, you know that?" I nodded and leaned into him.

The theatre was beautiful, very large. The seats Edward bought were leather and cushioned, like the ones you would see in a modern-style livingroom. It was also a loveseat, so Edward and I could cuddle during the show. We were on the balcony, currently with nobody surrounding us.

"This is very beautiful," I told him. He agreed as the lights went down, and the show began.


"Wow, that was absolutely incredible! I can see why they make so much money on those plays!" I exclaimed as we walked out of the theatre.

The show had been amazing, all of the characters were really well acted out and the whole stage presence was fantastic. You could see all of the hard work the actors went through to make that a great success.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did! We have to come back and see the other productions they put on!"

Edward laughed and pulled me closer to him. "We'll make it a date to try and come once a year."

"Well, that sounds great, but it all depends on our children. They come first," I reminded him.

"Of course, Bella!" he said, rolling his eyes at me. "They are my life, and you also," he added.

"Speaking of our children, can we call them?" I pleaded.

"Sweetheart, it's past nine, they're probably in bed. I promise we can call first thing in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," I said a little sadly. I missed my babies quite a bit, but I knew it was good for Edward and I to have this time alone. After all, who knows the next time we'll get it.

"So, where to next?" I asked, noticing we were heading out of the Disney "country", shall we call it, and into the Anaheim city life.

"Like I told you before, dear wifey, we are going dancing," Edward responded, hailing a cab.

"What kind of dancing?" I asked nervously.

"That is a suprise," he smirked.

We ended up at a place called Flash. There was a huge line waiting to get in. Great, just how I want to spend my night, waiting in line to do something I hate.

Except for Edward didn't go to the line, he walked us straight to the front. He leaned in and said something to the bouncer, who knodded and held the rope open for us. I gaped at my husband. He just smiled and led me inside.

The club was two levels. The ground level was the dance floor. It was huge and full of people. The music was blaring and the lights were flashing. Along the right wall was the bar, which was nearly empty at the moment. The second level above the dance floor was a lounge area, complete with tables and couches.

"Come on, let's dance," I heard Edward yell over the music.

"Edward," I whined, but he either didn't hear me, or he was ignoring me.

I was being hauled through the crowd of people and onto the dance floor. Edward placed his hands on my waist and started moving, while I moved my feet back and forth awkwardly, my hands at my sides.

"Bella!" He was laughing at me. "It's okay, just dance." He moved my hands so they were resting on his shoulders. He guided my hips back and forth. "Come on, let go. Feel the music," he encouraged.

Oh what the hell.

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur

The whole club was lookin at her

She hit the flo she hit the flow next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low, low low low low

I moved against Edward in a way I have never done before in public. I was grinding my hips against his and moving my hands up and down his body.

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack

She hit the flo she hit the flo next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low, low low low low

I dropped to the floor and got back up again, moving against a stunned Edward. I leaned into him. "What's wrong?" I whispered in his ear huskily. "Can't handle me?" I pulled him close to me and what do you know, Edward had a little problem.

"You are a little vixen," he said in his velvety voice. He ran his hands over my butt and squeezed, making my breath hitch. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"I think I have some idea," I gasped as he kissed my neck. Then, he pulled away and left me on the dance floor.

Is he serious?

I followed him to the bar. "Edward Cullen, I swear to God..." I started, but couldn't finish because he gave me a big, fat kiss, right on the lips. I moaned and wove my fingers through his hair, but he pulled away too soon.

"When we get to the hotel, baby," he told me. He took a seat at the bar and pulled me onto his lap.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender appeared in front of us.

"A Long Island for me!" Edward said, then looked at me.

"I'll have a Coke," I said.

"You sure you don't want some Jack in that?" the bartender asked me.

"No, just Coke, thanks."

We got our drinks and Edward downed half of his in no time. He was so going to get hammered tonight.

He finished off the rest of it and quickly ordered another.

"Edward, you better slow down, you're going to feel like crap in the morning," I warned.

"Bella, I never get to get drunk anymore. I just want to feel a little loose, that's all. Don't worry your pretty little head," he said, giving me that crooked smile. He knew what that did to me!

"Now, you stay here while I go talk to the DJ. I'll be right back."

He set me down on the barstool and took his drink with him. I sighed and played with the straw in my Coke.

"Everything okay?" I heard a voice ask me. I looked up and saw the bartender standing in front of me.

"Yeah, it's just that he's going to get sloshed tonight," I told him.

"Don't worry, I'll limit the alcohol if he orders another," he smiled. "I'm Collin, by the way." Collin, it fits him. He had short brown hair that was spiked in the front, and deep blue eys. He was very handsome, but I think my Edward is still the winner in the looks department.

"Bella," I said.

"What brings you here, Bella?" he asked as he started rubbing a glass clean. The bar was pretty empty now.

"I'm here with Edward, my husband, on our honeymoon. He took me to Disneyland."

"And how does that bring you into a night club?" Collin laughed.

"Edward likes to torture me. I'm the most clumsy person you'll ever meet and he wanted to go dancing. It's a good thing I love him."

"Well, I can tell he loves you too."

"Thanks," I smiled. "So what made you want to bartend?"

"It pays the bills. I'm a college student, so it works with my schedule. School by day, bartend by night."

"That makes sense," I nodded.

"And you? You don't look old enough to be out of college. Unless you aren't going," he added.

"I just turned 21, and no, I'm not currently going to college, I'm actually a stay-at-home mom."

"Wow, congratulations. And when are you due with your next one?" he asked nonchalantly.

"What?" How could he possibly know I was pregnant? I wasn't even showing!

"It's just that you ordered no alcohol, and you could be the designated driver, but even those drink at least once during the night. So I figured you were pregnant. I'm sorry if I affended you," he apologized.

"No, I was just shocked. And yes, I am pregnant."

"Congratulations again. How old are your others?"

"They're three. Lucy and Jack," I smiled.

"Those are my babies!" I turned around and saw Edward approaching us again.

"Yes, honey, those are your babies," I said to him.

"And I got another one on the way!" he said to Collin proudly as he placed a hand on my stomach.

"So I've heard," Collin smiled.

"You got a girlfriend?" Edward asked him.

"Yeah, Shelby."

"Don't get her knocked up! My baby's had to sacrifice a lot for our kids, and she don't get to go to school. Now look at her. My baby's having another baby!" Edward lectured.

Collin and I looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Edward was very drunk.

"Edward, honey, you sound like my father. I think we need to head back to the hotel," I told him.

"Aw, baby! I wanna dance!" he whined, the proceded to put his hands all over me.

"Edward!" I yelled. "Come on, we're going. You are drunk."

I paid Collin for our drinks and gave him a tip. "Nice talking to you, Collin. Good luck with your future," I said cheerfully.

"You too! Have fun with him," he laughed, referring to Edward.

"Oh I will," I said, taking Edward's hand. "I will."

"Bellie, where are we going?" Edward slurred as I walked out of the club.

"Well Eddie, we're going back to the hotel." I smirked to myself. He was drunk, so I could use the nickname he hated so much.

We made it to the Volvo finally. I reached my hand into his pockets to find the keys.

"Ooh, baby, all you had to do was ask if you wanted to touch!" Edward said loudly, causing a couple of heads to turn in our direction.

I just rolled my eyes and shoved him in the passenger seat. I started the car and headed back to the Grand Californian.

I was just reaching the gates to the park when Edward leaned over and started kissing my neck. I gasped in shock and pleasure.

"Edward, what do you think you're doing?" I asked while trying to focus on the driving.

"I'm just kissing my wifey," he mumbled.

"Well, your wifey going to crashy if you don't stop!" I said back.

He continued to kiss. I had to push him back into his seat in order for him to stop.

I pulled into the hotel parking lot and got Edward out of the car. He was a little wabbly. Who knew only two Long Islands could make a man this drunk.

I quickly made my way to our room and laid Edward down on the bed. "Now you get ready for bed while I take a quick shower. No leaving this room, you hear?" I said sternly.

"Yes ma'am!" Edward saluted.


I dried myself off and put on my pajamas. I brushed my hair and made my way back into the bedroom.

I was not expecting what was waiting for me.

Edward was standing on the bed with one of my lacy lingerie outifts over his clothes. It was a pink leopard one that Alice made me buy.

"Look Bellie, I'm you!" he giggled. He started to dance around on the bed. I was trying to hold in my laughter so I wouldn't encourage him, but I was doing a bad job of it.

He jumped off of the bed and I'm suprised he didn't twist an ankle. He came and danced in front of me, swiveling his hips back and forth. I was laughing so hard. I ran to my suitcase and dug out my camera. Thank God for the new cameras that can film videos.

I pushed the record button and filmed my husband.

And then he started singing!

"I like big butts and I can not lie! You other brothers can't deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung!" he sang loudly, shaking his cute little butt at me. He kept singing and dancing like a freak.

"So, fellas!" Edward started

I felt the need to do the background voices, so I yelled, "Yeah!"



"Has your girlfriend got the butt?"

I screamed, "Hell yeah!"

"Tell 'em to shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake it!"

"Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back!" he finished, and I turned around and gave him a little shake. I laughed and dropped the camera when Edward started feeling me up. I forgot that he gets horny when he's drunk, and there is no way I'm having sex when he's drunk.

"Okay babe, let's get to bed," I said as I calmed down.

I took all of the clothes off of him, leaving him in just his boxers. I tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead. Before I climbed in next to him, I picked up the camera and turned it off. He was going to kill me when I showed it to him in the morning.

And just maybe I would have to show it to Alice and Emmett....

"Goodnight, Eddie, I love you," I cooed, snuggling up to him. He was already fast asleep, snoring lightly.

Oh yes, he won't be getting his hands on that camera any time soon.