Sure enough, two women trailed behind them picking out exactly what she did. She wondered if they knew she wasn’t a fashion expert. It was flattering and unnerving that women did this.

The clerk rang up her order and they were out of there. Tyler’s face slowly turned back to normal as they walked through the mall, making their way back to the garage.

“Great,” Tyler muttered. Their car was surrounded by paparazzi and fans. They pushed forward.

“Dana Pierce!” a girl yelled.

“Dana!” her name was screamed by several others. Tyler took the bags and made his way to the trunk.

“Mrs. Pierce, I am such a huge fan of yours!” a woman at least ten years older than her said. She was practically shaking with excitement.

“Thank you. Which book is your favorite?” she asked. That was one thing she always did, make time for her fans. They were the reason her books were published and they enjoyed her books almost as much as she enjoyed writing them.

“Oh, I love Pyte. That was so unexpected. I really enjoyed it. I also loved you in Rogue. I can’t wait for your new movie to come out! Only two more months!” she said breathlessly.

“Are you going to be making a new movie soon?” another woman asked.

“I’m not sure yet. The kids are keeping me pretty busy. I also have some book engagements I have to take care of.”

“That’s right, the new Christian and Bailey book is coming out tomorrow! Oh my God! My daughter and I are going to camp out in front of Barnes and Nobles tomorrow at three in the morning to get a copy!” the older woman said.

Guilt shot through her. It made her feel bad to know what lengths fans would go through to get a copy of her latest books or her autograph. “Please don’t do that. I would hate to know you were standing outside all night for a book.”

The woman smiled brightly. “I don’t mind. I do it every time one of your books comes out! It’s well worth it!”

There were several copies of her new book in the trunk and she was tempted to give the women a copy, but she knew it would violate her contract. If either woman scanned the books and posted them online before the official release she would be sued.

“Can I have your autograph?” they started to ask.

She nodded and accepted a pen from Tyler. She greeted each fan and talked to them for over an hour. Tyler stood by protectively. It wasn’t until her phone rang that she realized what time it was.

“Hey baby, I’m on my way now.”

“Good, your sons are up and hungry,” Edward said. She could hear the babies crying over the phone.

“I pumped this afternoon. There are four bottles in the fridge,” she said, signing another autograph.

“They already went through them…..and I….er, I dropped a bottle or two accidentally.”

She laughed. “Okay, I’m on my way now.”

“Dana, sign my ass!” a teenage boy asked.

“What?” Edward almost growled.

“Don’t worry about it,” she told Edward and hung up. She shook her head at the boy and made her way to the car. She stopped short. All over the car were handmade posters and notes were taped. Someone also used lipstick to write on the car's windshield.

“Great,” she mumbled. Tyler quickly wiped the windows clean while Dana sat in the car. On their way home several fans attempted to follow them home. Tyler took several wrong turns on purpose to lose them.

Twenty minutes later she walked inside her house to find Edward sitting on the couch with nothing more than a pair of pants on. He held up Caleb and kissed his little tummy, making him giggle. Tristan lay on the ground under his little play gym. He was making little spit bubbles and following the blinking lights excitedly with his eyes. He reached out to grab a soft toy that hung from the gym.

“I’ll go put these in your room, Dana,” Tyler said.

“Thank you, Tyler. Go take the rest of the night off you’ve earned it.”

Tyler smiled. “Yeah, I think I’ll go out for a drink.” Dana winced, feeling guilty for dragging him into Victoria Secret.

“Susan is in her room relaxing. The kids are asleep. All we have to do is tire out these little monsters and we can relax, too,” Edward said, kissing his son’s cheeks noisily, making Caleb giggle louder.

Tristan seemed to realize she was home and looked at her expectantly. His little arms and legs began to move frantically. She picked him up and brought him to the recliner. He squirmed in her arms eagerly as she unbuttoned her blouse and bared her nipple. He latched on immediately. He was not gentle.

“Ready for the other one?” Edward asked.

She looked up to find Caleb squirming in his arms. His eyes were fixed on her. “Sure.” She bared her other nipple. Edward walked over and gently placed his son in her other arm. Caleb was much gentler when he fed and she appreciated it. She didn’t think her ni**les would survive with two barracudas.

Edward sat on the floor next to her in case she needed him or one of the boys squirmed out of her arms. He turned the television on and relaxed against the chair. They avoided celebrity gossip shows at all costs since it only annoyed them.

“They’re out,” Dana said a half hour later.

Edward sat up and looked to see his sons sleepily nursing on Dana. He picked Tristan up and carried him to the nursery. Dana was behind him carrying Caleb. They changed the boys and placed them in the crib. They each had their own, but refused to sleep alone.

Without a word Edward walked past her towards their room. She followed after him to find him stripping out of his pants. He jumped onto the bed and lay back with his hands behind his head, waiting.

“You know this would have been more fun if you let it be a surprise,” Dana muttered, reaching into the bag.

Edward grinned hugely. “I like the baby pink one.”

She groaned. She would have to learn how to be sneakier or hide the computer before she left the house. Technology was great until it stole the last shred of dignity and privacy that remained after the fans and paparazzi took their share. She grabbed the pink teddy and left the bags on the floor near the bed expecting him to sneak a peek while she was in the bathroom.

Dana was suddenly nervous. It felt like her first time again. She jumped in the shower and cleaned up. Made sure her skin was smooth and did a little touch up here and there with Edward’s razor. She spritzed perfume on her body and pulled on the pink nightie he requested.

The surprise was ruined, but she could still make the night special. She would take her time appreciating his body, stretch out the foreplay until they were both begging for release. That would make up for her surprise being ruined.

She wondered how those people would feel if everything they did was posted on the internet for everyone to see. If nothing in their lives remained sacred anymore would they still do it? Probably, she thought sadly.

After making sure everything looked good she turned around and opened the door. She hadn't expected to find Edward standing in the doorway. A large tent was formed in his boxers. He looked her body over hungrily. She felt the sudden urgency to take the nightie off before he ripped it to shreds.

“Come here,” he said quietly as he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her as his hands ran over the lace that covered her body. She gently pushed him into the bedroom.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he said, moving his lips from her mouth to make a trail of kisses down her neck. She ran her hands through his hair and moaned softly when he began kissing her br**sts through the lace.

“I missed you, too,” she moaned as he sucked on her ni**les.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her nightie up. He kissed her thighs and flicked his tongue across her skin. A minute later he was licking her through the lace of her panties. She gasped and moaned as he rubbed his tongue against her harder.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked huskily.

“Lick me.”

“You want me to lick you?” he asked, teasingly.

“Yes,” she moaned as he pulled her underwear down so he could kiss her. His tongue traced along her slit, making her cry out.

“You’re so f**king wet,” he groaned.

“I really missed you!” she stressed.