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Epilogue

Three years later

I'm desperately trying to pick up all the tiny wooden beads Leah and Lily were allowed to play with as Harry had his nap. Leah is just old enough to know not to put them in her mouth and loves 'helping' Lily thread bracelets and necklaces. They did well but abandoned it straight away when they heard his crying from the bedroom and rushed out to play in the garden instead. I guess I forgot to explain to them the importance of picking up after themselves.

Harry can't crawl yet but he turns over from his stomach onto his back, so who knows maybe this is the day he learns how to roll. Then he could roll over all the way to the beads for sure.

I manage to pick up every tiny piece and make sure I place the ones they actually finished on the counter for Leah to take home with her when Alice and Seth come back from their shopping trip to pick up her and Harry.

When I'm finished, I walk into the kitchen where I hear splashing noises and see Edward sitting on a chair in front of Harry, both with baby spoons in their hands and both covered with Harry's pureed food.

"Hi, you two," I smile at them. "How's it going?" They both turn to me and smile brightly. I find the camera on the shelf and take a few pictures of them together, Edward and me chuckling at Harry's happy sounds. "Do you want me to get you a towel or something, Edward?"

"Nah, we're doing fine. Almost half of it gets on the inside, and I say that is a great achievement."

I go outside into the garden to check on the girls and walk around the side of our small house. We bought it together two years ago when we were tired of staying in separate beds every other week, and wanted to move in together permanently. The garden could use a lot more attention if we want the perennials to live much longer, but neither Edward nor I care much for spending time on our knees before a flowerbed. We have other things we like doing on our knees.

I don't find the girls anywhere in the garden, and start worrying that Lily could have taken Leah out on the street to the playground, and quickly decide that we should at least get a swing for our tallest tree, before I hear a loud crash coming from inside. I run into the living room where Lily and Leah stand with lots of glass pieces around their feet, and a shattered picture frame lies on the floor.

"Stand completely still," I yell, afraid of their bare toes being cut by the glass shards. Leah starts to cry and walks to me. I quickly lift her up and inspect her feet. They look all right and I blow on them to make sure there aren't tiny fragments there. She starts giggling and squirming and I place her down safely on the sofa.

"How did it go with you?" I ask Lily and inspect her feet too. They've grown so big these last years, and I'm sure they're fully grown by now at her age of twelve. She has long, thin arms and legs that go forever, but I don't think she's reached her full height yet.

"Sorry about the picture, Jasper," she apologizes, sniffing. "We were rushing in to pick up all the beads we had forgotten to pick up before Harry could put them in his mouth."

"Or his nose," Leah pipes in.

"That's fine," I reassure them. "As long as you two didn't get hurt!" There's not enough light in here for me to clearly see if there is a small piece of glass or not right under her big toe. "We need to go into the bathroom for a better light, Lily," I say, as I support Lily, and lift Leah up and carry her into the kitchen to Edward, telling him not to go into the living room with the kids before I have taken care of the glass shards.

"Here," I tell Lily. "Sit on the toilet seat and put your foot on the sink." She does as I say, sniffing and wiping her nose. I inspect her foot properly, but there are no shards there.

"Your foot is fine, Lily," I tell her and look at her face over my glasses. Tears are streaming down her face silently.

"What is the matter, sweetheart?" I ask her softly. "There are no wounds under your foot." I put her foot down carefully and bend down in front of her, drying her tears from her face with my thumb. There must be something else bothering her. "What brought this on?"

She sniffs again and I give her toilet paper to blow her nose.

"I was waiting for a chance to talk to you, Jasper," she whispers. "There is this boy in my year at school." She puts her fingers into her pocket and gives me a curled piece of paper. I fold it out gently, and see hearts and neatly formed letters. It's a love letter. I look up at her unsure if I should read it or not.

She hiccups and takes it from me again. "I've got a box full of them in my room," she says dreamily. "I keep finding them everywhere, even though he never talks to me. He talks to everybody else, but never me. I don't understand it."

I silently gaze up at her, waiting for her to continue and she glances down at the letter on her thigh, absentmindedly stroking it repeatedly to straighten out the wrinkles.

"The girls in my class found one of his letters yesterday. They laughed at him and outed him in front of everybody." Her voice trembles. "Now I think he hates me and thinks I showed them the letter to make fun of him. I will never get a boyfriend!" she cries and throws her arms around my neck.

I'm so surprised and glad she can't see my shocked face now. I stroke her back, and think back to when I was twelve and realize this shouldn't surprise me at all. Our girl is growing up.

"Oh, honey," I hug her tightly. "There is no reason to cry! Get up and put on a nice dress. When Leah and Harry are picked up, the three of us are going to go out and celebrate. You can pick the restaurant." I help her get up and she only sniffs a few times. When I pull her chin up and make her look at me, she actually smiles.

"We can talk more about this tonight when it's just the three of us if you want to. Tomorrow, we're going over for Sunday lunch at Aunt Bella's and I think the safest thing is to talk to her about the girl-side of this, or you can talk to Alice when she comes over later if you want." I stroke her back as she leans on me.

She nods against my chest and sneaks her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I love you, Jasper. I'm so happy that you were Grandad's nurse at the hospital when I was little and that you met Dad."

"Yeah," I whisper with a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry he died, but I'm so happy that I met Edward and you. I love you." I kiss her forehead and straighten up when I hear a high scream coming from the kitchen. "Guess we better go to help your dad with the two little ones and clean up the glass." We both chuckle, and I dry my eyes with my shirt.

"You're my dad too, Jasper," she mumbles not letting me go and I hug her happily, filled with contentment.

When we're ready, we go into the living room and I pick up the picture frame and shake off the glass pieces. It's the picture Carlisle had on his nightstand at the hospital when he died four years ago. It shows Carlisle and Esme with Lily and Peter on their lap, all smiling brightly and happy.

"Oh, no, not that one," Lily cries. "Is it damaged?"

"No, it looks all right to me. I'll get it reframed and then it can join the other pictures again. You can go into the kitchen and see if Dad and Harry need any help if you like, and I'll clean up this.

I get a broom and make sure there isn't anything left, then look up at the wall at the remaining photos. There is a picture of Edward, Lily and me from last Christmas, a picture of Bella, Riley and Peter and one of Alice, Seth and Leah. Alice was still pregnant with her second child when that picture was taken, and I remind myself to ask her for a photo with Harry too. We even have a picture of Lily with Sam and his boyfriend of two years hanging up. I'm extremely proud of Edward for agreeing to it when I asked him if I could put it there.

I love the one of just Edward and me from our honeymoon, though. That one is very special to me, but the ones I like the most from that holiday are safely locked in our nightstand drawer, together with the videos we make from time to time.

Edward comes out from the kitchen with Leah by his feet and a sprawling Harry in his arms. They've cleaned up the worst of the puree.

Alice and Seth come over to pick up their kids a little while later. Leah stands behind Lily's legs, trying to hide from her mother. Alice hugs Lily tightly, and pretends to look around for her daughter, finally finding her and tickling her. Leah giggles and gasps, "I don't wanna go home, Mummy. I wanna stay here with Lily, Jasper and Edward. You can have Harry!"

Alice smiles at me and hugs her daughter who's squirming in her arms. She exclaims that today we're having a photo session to document how much our kids have grown and we all walk into the garden, and play around on the grass and take many different pictures.

Afterwards, Alice and I sit on the garden bench and look through them and I lean into her shoulder, sighing heavily. "I can't believe all that's happened to the two of us in the last few years."

"Yeah, I know," she says. "I don't think any of us would have believed that we both would have families and be surrounded by so much love when I dragged you with me to that club four years ago."

I hug her tightly, "Thank you, Alice, for being my best friend always. I love you."

I feel a hand stroking my shoulder, and look up to see Edward smiling warmly down at me, mouthing, "Love you."

THE END!

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this story! I really enjoyed writing it and never dreamed of getting this amount of readers and reviewers.

I want to thank my pre-reader and beta for polishing my sentences, but also Cocoalvin for recommending my other story and drawing a lot of readers my way.

I have another story called 'Consequences of Confessing your Fantasy'. The link is on my profile if you want to check it out.