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Total Bliss...Or Not

Summary:
**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!


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3. Moody

Rating 5/5   Word Count 2138   Review this Chapter

EPOV

"Okay, Jack, what do you want for lunch?" I asked my son once the girls were gone.

"Um...chikin' nuggets!" What is with my kids and chicken?

"Okay, go play," I told him, going to the freezer to get chicken nuggets and fries out.

"Uncle Emmett's in the house!" I heard Emmett boom from the door.

And then my son screamed, "Uncle Em!" I swear you would think Emmett was Jack's father and not me.

"What about Uncle Jasper?" I called out.

"Oh, hi Uncle Jazz," Jack added.

"Hi, Jack," Jasper said before walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" I asked him.

"We were bored," he shrugged.

"You guys eat?"

"Would it matter if we did or not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed. "We're going to need two bags of each."

"Yo, Eddie, why isn't your Xbox working?" Emmett yelled from the livingroom.

"First off, don't call me Eddie!" I screamed back. "And it doesn't work because Bella unplugged it. She doesn't want a certain somebody to play it anymore."

"Aw, you know, if she wanted me to stay away, she could just not buy any food," Emmett said, coming into the kitchen with Jack on his back.

"She doesn't want Jack playing it, you idiot!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Well, I'm sorry!" Emmett said sarcastically. "Oh, food!" he said, going to the pan of brownies that were on the counter.

"I'm making chicken nuggets too," I told him.

"I hope you made enough," he mumbled through his stuffed mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on Jack, let's go play some football," I said.

"Okay, daddy!" He grabbed my hand and we went to the backyard. Jasper and Emmett followed.

We played football for about twenty minutes before I had to go in to take the food out of the oven. Jack, Jasper, and Emmett went into the livingroom. I brought the three pans of food out, along with ketchup, plates and napkins, and pop.

"Jack, we didn't eat in the livingroom, okay?" I warned him.

"We ate in the dining room," he said, attempting to wink, but instead closed both eyes. I chuckled.

"You've taught him well," Jasper laughed.

We watched some baseball while finishing our lunch. Before long, it was 1:32 and only then did I remember that we had to pick up my father and be at the shop for our fittings by two. Shoot, we can't be late.

"Okay, Jack, get your shoes on, we've got to go," I told my son.

Five minutes later, the four of us were ready to go. I drove the Volvo quickly to my parents' house.

"Edward, you're late," Carlisle noted, opening the door.

"I know, I know. We got caught up watching the game. Come on, we have to go," I said fastly, turning to go back to the car. I could hear my dad right behind me.

Once he was safely in the car, I sped into Seattle and to the store. We made it with two minutes to spare.

"We're here, I swear!" Emmett yelled once we set foot in the store.

"Emmett! Shut up! This isn't a football game where you can yell!" I scolded him quietly. "I'm sorry, my brother hasn't grown up yet," I told the receptionist.

"Name?" she asked, completely ignoring my apology. How rude.

"Edward Cullen," I told her, sort of rudely might I add.

"Take a seat and the seamstress will be with you momentairly," she said, not looking up from her desk.

"What a witch, I mean, I wasn't that loud," Emmett grumbled as we went to the chairs opposite of the desk. "Ooo, suckers!" he suddenly said very loudly, running over to the basket of lollipops on the desk.

"Those are for the children," that dang receptionist said coldly.

"I knew that, I was getting one for my nephew," Emmett spat. He took a whole handful, mocking the receptionist. "Somebody needs a happy meal," he said once he came back, but only low enough for us to hear.

"Lady, do you need a happy meal?" Jack asked the receptionist. I quickly covered his mouth.


"Jack, you don't ask somebody that," I told him.

"Why? It's just food," he defended. Meanwhile, the receptionist was glaring at Emmett, and he was glaring right back.

"I ought to kick you right down to hel-" the receptionist started to threaten Emmett, but the steamstress stopped her by calling our names.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen," I said politely, shaking her hand. "This is my son, Jack, my brother Emmett, and my brother-in-law Jasper."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Holly. You're fiance was just in about two hours ago," she said with a smile.

"That's my mommy!" Jack said proudly. I wonder how he knew what a fiance was.

"Is it?" Holly asked him, kneeling down to his level. Jack nodded. "Well, she looked very pretty in her dress," Holly told him. I smiled at the thought of my Bella in her wedding dress.

"My mommy is preddy!" Jack exclaimed. I couldn't agree more.

"She is, isn't she Jack?" I smiled.

"Shall we get started?" Holly asked.

"We're ready," Jasper said.

Holly led us into a room with a long mirror on one wall, chairs across from it, and a rack of tuxedos on the side wall. "Okay, your tuxedos are labeled, go ahead and put them on. There are changing rooms over here," she said, pointing to them. "I'll be back in five minutes."

"Okay, buddy, let's get you in your suit," I said to Jack, grabbing his little tux and leading him to one of the dressing rooms.

I had him put on his pants first, then his shirt and bowtie, and finally his jacket. I quickly changed after I helped Jack, and we went out into the room where Jasper, Carlisle, and Emmett were waiting.

"Everybody ready?" Holly's voice called out. A chorus of "yes's" went around, and she came back into the room.

She had us line up in front of the large mirror and went straight to work. She checked Jasper and Carlisle before getting to Emmett, who likes to express his feelings.

"I look like a penguin. A fat penguin. Are you suppose to look like a penguin in a tux?" he said bluntly.

"You don't look like a penguin, but it does need to be taken in a little bit around your waist," Holly told him.

"Huh?" Emmett asked, a complexed look on his face.

"She's going to make you look less fat," Jasper said with an eye roll.

"Oh. Well, thanks," Emmett told Holly.

"Not a problem," she said, a hint of a smile on her face. "Well don't you look like your daddy," she grinned at Jack, going over to him. "You're so handsome."

"Thanks!" Jack smiled. Always polite, my son is. Ha. Right.

Once Holly finished up, she told us that Bella would be back next Saturday to pick everything up. I thanked her and we headed to a jewelry store in the Seattle mall so I could buy Bella's wedding ring.

"Ooo, how 'bout this one!" Emmett said, holding up a ring that was about the size of my house. It was huge, and quite frankly ugly, and nothing my Bella would like.

"Emmett, we're shopping for Bella, not Rose," I reminded him.

"I can't help that my girlfriend likes things big," he smirked, and I knew he wasn't talking about jewelry.

"Emmett."

"What?"

"Shut up."

I looked around at a few, but nothing really caught my eye. Frusterated, we moved onto the next store. Emmett got bored and went off to a different store, anything to give him something to do.

"Dad, how hard was it for you to find mom's ring?" I asked.

"Not very hard. It just sort of came to me. I was only looking for about ten minutes before I found it," he told me.

"Yeah, Alice was easy too. Anything with the biggest pricetag was the one for my Ali," Jasper piped up.

"Ugh!" I groaned. Why couldn't Bella like big and expensive things?

"Don't worry, you will find it," my dad assured me.

"Hey Edward!" I heard Emmett yell behind me. I was currently looking at a ring that could be Bella's wedding ring, but it just didn't feel like hers. "

"Yeah?"

"I found you the perfect ring. Bella's gonna love it!" Emmett exclaimed.

"Let me see," I said, a ray of hope lighting inside of me. But I should have known better, it was Emmett, after all.

He handed me the ring and I wanted to kick his ass right then and there. "Emmett," I said slowly. "This is a MOOD RING!!" I yelled at him.

"But Bella would love it! And I already bought it, and it's non-refundable," Emmett complained.

"IT'S A MOOD RING!" I shouted at him.

"Geez, calm down, I was just trying to help! You know, every time Bella would look at that ring and saw that it was dark blue, she would think "Oh, my wedding ring's dark blue, I must love Edward". I was just thinking of you, man!" Emmett defended himself.

"Emmett, you're an idiot!" I lashed out at him.

"Alright, boys, stop it. Edward, find Bella a ring. Emmett, there will be no mood rings at this wedding. Give it to Rosalie or something," Carlisle stepped in. I calmed down enough to keep looking.

And there, sitting in a sale display case, was Bella's ring. It was a simple silver band with fifteen tiny diamonds nestled into it. The ring would go great with her engagement ring, and it was simple.

"I'll take this one," I told the nearest salesperson.

She got me rung up and told me it would be ready this Friday. I thanked her and the five of us headed to my house. Bella and the girls were cooking dinner for us.

"Emmett!" Rose shrieked as we walked in the door. "I missed you," she said, jumping into his arms and kissing the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, baby. You okay, you're usually never this happy," Emmett asked her.

Rose suddenly got all pissy and glared at him. "Are you saying I'm never happy?"

"No, no, that's not what I was saying. I was just-Rosie baby, I got you a present," he changed the subject, holding up a small bag.

"You did?" Her eyes softened.

"Yeah, open it."

She pulled out that freaking mood ring out of the bag and grinned. "Aw, Em, you got me a mood ring!" she shrieked, placing it on her right ring finger. "I love you!"

I cannot believe Emmett got himself out of one big mess with a mood ring. What has the world come to?

"Edward, are you home?" I heard Bella ask from the kitchen. My face broke into a stupid grin at the sound of her voice.

"I'm here," I called back.

"Good, so maybe you could explain why there's dirty plates and an empty tray of chicken nuggets in the livingroom!" she suddenly yelled, finally coming into view with an angry expression on her beautiful face.

"Bella, I can explain-"

"Mommy, we didn't eat in the livingroom. We ate in the dining room," Jack jumped in, his eyes wide with innocence.

I knew Bella was caving with the look Jack was giving her. It was something he got from me, and I had never been more grateful for it than right now.

"Sure you didn't, buddy, but I forgive you. Come here and give me a kiss," she smiled at him, kneeling down to his level. He hugged her and she kissed his cheek. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you too, mommy!" he smiled, kissing Bella's cheek.

"What? I don't get an I love you or a welcome back kiss?" I asked innocently.

"I didn't forgive you," Bella said, picking Jack up as she stood.

"I'm sorry, Bella baby," I pouted.

"You didn't even bring me a mood ring," she stated.

Seriously?

"You wanted a mood ring?" I asked her.

"Yes, I did."

"Ha! I told you, bro, I told you," Emmett smirked, clearly happy he was the winning side with the stupid mood rings.

"Bella, I didn't know you would like a mood ring," I told her.

"Well, I would like one. And you ate in the livingroom, and didn't clean up the mess. You, Edward Cullen, are going to get punished tonight," she suddenly said in a very sexy voice. She wasn't mad at all, she just wanted to kill me, that was it.

"Please, nobody wants to hear that!" Emmett scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Like you don't do it enough," I said sarcastically to Emmett. "Bella, you wouldn't tease me like that," I said to her.

"Oh, but I would tease you," she smirked, and walked back into the kitchen, a little extra sway of her hips.

Maybe I should eat in the livingroom and take Emmett shopping more often.