So it's here, the EPILOGUE! I feel kinda sad but am looking forward to writing some other stuff. There will be a bigger note at the end. Enjoy!

BPOV

Edward was late. This wasn't that unusual, after 22 years of marriage he had gained the right to be a little late. Every afternoon no matter how busy we were, we would sit for at least an hour together in the drawing room, alone and peacefully. It meant I could tell him everything I couldn't say in front of anybody else and made sure that I had at least one hour a day where we weren't being bothered by anybody's antics.

I checked the clock on the mantel piece, he was only 5 minutes late, and so I let my mind wander when suddenly the door clattered open, making me jump a foot in the air, and Mrs Alice Whitlock strode in. The past 22 years had not changed Alice at all; she was still petite, energetic and beautiful as ever. She and Jasper had married soon after us and they were the most perfect couple, Jasper kept Alice grounded and she kept him optimistic. Alice and Jasper had a beautiful daughter called Arabella, (I was very flattered when Alice admitted I was part of the namesake) who was an exquisite girl who had just debuted and Alice was having great fun playing the hostess to many eligible young men. Jasper was not enjoying it as much and he and Edward had many discussions concerning the evils of young men.

For a passive person, Alice looked fit to murder.

"Bella how can you stand it?" She demanded, I had barely ever heard Alice so angry,

"Alice darling, what are you talking about?" I replied, quite startled and considerably confused.

"Your son Bella! Who else could I be talking about?" Alice declared. Ah yes, my son. Anthony was 21 years old and caused a huge amount of grief to everybody except me. I knew exactly what he got up to but, as I had tried to tell Alice, no man was a saint. I knew of the various women he had been with, the gambling hells and clubs he frequented and the money he spent. Most young men were like that but being Edward's son he was the leader of the young ton, a younger version of his father, but wilder (if that was possible).

"What has by dear son done now?" A voice from the doorway spoke softly and I turned to see Edward walking into the room. He had barely changed, he had a few small flicks of grey in his hair but they made him look even more handsome. He walked over to me and kissed my head. I smiled at him and raised my eyebrows. He sat beside me and placed an arm around my waist,

"Well Alice?" he said again.

"Your son has taken on the most odious bet that will almost certainly kill him. I cannot believe he would be so irresponsible" I was about to ask what was going on and how on earth my son was going to be killed when I was interrupted,

"Ah I see that Aunt Alice has taken an interest in my affairs" said a silky smooth voice from the doorway. I turned and saw my son. He took after his father in looks as well as personality, he was tall, just slightly smaller than Edward, his hair was slightly darker than copper but his eyes were just as startling shade of green. He was the pride and joy of all London tailors as he needed no extra padding on his clothes as he was excellently proportioned. I had often heard that Anthony was even more handsome than Edward, but I could not comment. Alice turned sharply towards the door, and even though she was angry a look of love came across her face. Even though we weren't related, both Alice and I were like aunts to each other's children.

"It is impossible not to Anthony, especially when all of London is talking about that idiotic bet" Alice replied,

"What bet is this Anthony?" I asked, I saw Edwards trademark smirk come onto his face but didn't register why.

"That I can drive to Newmarket in 4 hours" Anthony answered, not in the least ashamed of a bet which could easily cause him to break his neck. I gasped and Alice gripped my hand tightly. To my utter indignation Edward started laughing.

"Sir?" Anthony asked turning to his father,

"Anthony, what sort of animal do you keep in your stable that it takes you 4 hours to reach Newmarket?" Edward asked, his eyes gleaming with appreciation,

"Edward he will get himself killed, nobody could have done it in less" I replied,

"It has been done in 3 hours 47 minutes" he replied,

"Who sir?" Anthony asked,

"Me" Edward replied. He looked unbelievably smug and the hint of a challenge gleamed in his eyes,

"Still too long sir, I will reach there in 3 hours 45 minutes" Anthony replied. He really was too like his father,

"Do you care to make it a wager?" Edward asked and Anthony held out his hand. Both shook on it and I cried out in vain,

"Edward do not encourage him, he will be killed!"

"Love, he will be fine" He replied, taking my hand again, and I knew it would be.

EPOV

"This family is mad!" Alice announced. It was true, I couldn't deny it. I started laughing at Alice when the doors of the room burst open again to reveal a young lady aged 17, she was petite, with a fine figure, her hair was dark, but her eyes were bright green. She was stunning, but instead of gliding in like she had been taught, she stormed in, the light of battle in her eyes that I recognised far too well.

"Anthony you are a beast who I will never talk to again!" She spat venomously across the room at her older brother, who instead of looking bewildered or ashamed looked proud ad haughty.

"What, pray tell, have I done now my darling little sister?" he spoke in a teasing tone, slightly condescending. You would think that after 17 years Anthony would have learnt not to speak like that to his sister. At these words Renesmee stormed right up to her brother, making him visibly cower.

"Anthony Carlisle Mason, don't you dare pretend you have no idea what I am talking about! Do you really think that the fact you threatened him would not come to my ears?" She spoke venomously, not shouting, but in a tone that made every man in London apologise for everything and anything. At these words I decided to intervene,

"Anthony who did you threaten?" I asked slowly.

"William Newton. Father he was bandying my sister's name around, saying that he was her favourite. I could not endure it" he said. Silently I was extremely happy at his reaction, William Newton was more of a snake than his father, and one of the last people I would want even talking to my daughter.

"It was not up to you" Renesmee spat back.

"Well if you feel the slightest tendre for him then I will go back and apologise" Anthony replied, knowing full well that he had backed Renesmee into a corner.

"I do not feel a tendre for him, but you would do well not to stick your nose into my business" she replied. At this point, Bella decided to intervene.

"Darling, William Newton is no company for you, please don't argue, I am not in the mood for it" Bella said holding up her hand to the protesting mouth of her daughter. Renesmee stopped and Bella rounded on her son,

"Anthony I will not try and stop this bet, but I will say that you will not threaten any more of your sisters friends, and that is my final word on it" Anthony nodded. Everybody in our house obeyed Bella, myself included, unless we wanted to have the house in upheaval which had happened once when Anthony had argued with his mother, that had been an extremely uncomfortable week.

The last 22 years of my life had been like a dream. I had 2 beautiful children who loved each other dearly, despite the many disagreements which shook the household, and were the most liked debutantes in London. I looked over at my beautiful wife who had barely changed in the last 22 years. If anything her face had become kinder and more beautiful, her head held no grey hair and she didn't have a wrinkle on her face. For the 15th time today I thanked God for my beautiful family, incredible friends and the love of my life that had enchanted me 22 years ago and still enchanted me now.

So there we go. Sorry this took so long, I couldn't quite get it right. Disclaimer time: Some of the contents of this chapter (the Newmarket bet) is from the Georgette Heyer book Devils Cub, please read the book it is incredible.

I would like to thank EVERYBODY who had read, reviewed, put this story on alert, made it a favourite and made me an author alert or favourite author, I am incredibly flattered and happy, it really makes me very happy. As a first fanfiction I was kinda nervous about putting a story up and you have all just made those fears go away so thank you, AGAIN!

I am putting up a Harry Potter oneshot, and am working on another twilight ff. Please carry on reading and feel free to email me any time!

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