Just an FYI… this is the last chapter. Sorry! Review!

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The sun was harsh on Violet's new, golden eyes. Her new skin felt heavy and glossy, like granite, instead of the porcelain it used to be. Her new ears could hear the rustling of the wind through every pine-needle, and the cry of the falcon three miles away as it hunted a field mouse.

The one thing she couldn't hear though was her baby crying.

This must be heaven. My baby is on earth, not here, she tried to tell herself, sitting up slowly and taking in the stiffness of her new joints with a strange ease.

The smell of the food cooking one floor below Edward's bedroom didn't smell appetizing. What did was the flesh of the grizzly bear tromping around in the forest just over the mountains.

"Y-you're awake!"

Violet felt a sudden rush as if a truck just bowled into her. But it was no semi. It was Emmett.

"What're you doing here?" Violet asked, getting up and blinking her brassy eyes slowly as the world focused with a new clarity.

"What am I doing here? What about you? You died three days ago!"

"I know I died! So…" Violet's head began to spin as Emmett took her up in his arms. The weightlessness felt different than it had before when he'd done this.

That's because there's no gravity where we are, she consoled herself. Suddenly with this realization however, she felt sorrowful.

"Babe… what's wrong?" Emmett sat down on the bed next to her and started rubbing her back, his fingers tracing those familiar patters up and down in a soothing manner.

"I wanted to see my baby grow up," she whispered, managing to hide her hiccups as she felt her eyes begin to tear.

"He's downstairs."

This can't be happening? What did I miss? Violet's sharp eyes whirled with confusion. Emmett pulled her to her feet and was dragging her down the stairs before she knew it. She let him. If she was really dead, there was no reason to care.

The bright lights of the downstairs bounced off the shiny kitchen floors and through Violet's retinas with new speed and perception. It was as if everything around her was moving backwards.

That is, until she saw him.

Alice was holding the blue bundle in the living room that had just a short time ago been a mortuary for her pain and anguish. Now it was all banished with the idea that her baby was there… alive.

"B-but how?" Violet cried out, rushing forward and taking the delicate thing in her arms. He was so quiet. So docile… and he was hers.

"It seems your friends from Volterra had other plans for you," Carlisle interceded on behalf of Emmett, who was a little sheepish at the thought of admitting that he had killed her so she could live.

Violet was hardly listening. She didn't care how it happened. All she knew was that her baby was here, in her arms. She'd get to see him grow. She'd get to raise him and show him how to be a gentleman, and to help him through girl troubles and life… Emmett would teach him how to play baseball, and to ride a bike.

It was surreal.

"Hi baby," she whispered at him. Now that he was there, in front of her, she had the chance to study him. He wasn't anything like in her fantasies. He was more beautiful and more amazing than anything he could ever imagine. She noticed the light blonde tuft of hair on his head, and of course, his blue eyes.

"70% of all babies are born with blue eyes," Violet burst excitedly rocking the creature back and forth, listening to the sweet noises that all babies made. But he was her baby, and he was special.

"And did you know 55% of all statistics are made up on the spot?" Emmett quipped, placing an affectionate kiss on the top of Violet's blonde, mussed hair.

"Sassy aren't we? Well, I told you it was a boy," Violet smiled back, glowing with the prospect of being alive. It hadn't dawned on her until that moment. She was truly alive.

Changing the subject completely, Violet looked up into Emmett's warm, brown eyes.

"I'm a vampire, aren't I?" Once more, Carlisle was already on top of Emmett's words.

"Speaking of which, you need to eat. You're still weak from the change, I imagine," he dictated, glancing at the color of her eyes. Gold. Hungry.

"What about Baby?" she asked trembling, as if parting with him was the worst thing that could possibly occur. Esme came up behind the two and put her hand on Violet's shoulder to calm her down.

"Bella and I used the recipe for Nessie's old formula. Go eat and we'll take care of him. Promise." Her tone was comforting, but Violet was still reluctant to let him go.

"Don't worry. You have an eternity to get to know him."

"It's been two whole days you guys! What's his name gonna be?" Alice had been a harpy since hour one about the name of the small, wrinkly baby inhabiting the house. Violet and Emmett had yet to agree on the name of said baby.

"Well, if you want a masculine name, why don't we just call him Butch?" Violet scoffed, rocking the baby gently in her arms. The boy was now clothed in a blue fleece onesie and matching hat. His nursery (although as vampire babies grew like bamboo, he'd be out of there quickly), was decorated with green furnishings, seeing as how Emmett had initially been unconvinced that his child was telepathic in the womb.

"Well, Butch'd be better than Laurence! He'd get made fun of all his life!" Emmett whined defensively, patting the baby's small, misshapen head and looking concerned.

"Alright then, well we're not leaving until he has a name." the young vampire declared, crossing her arms and glaring at Alice, who looked like a kid in a candy store just thinking about what horrible nicknames she could come up with for her nephew.

Taking the look in stride, Alice flitted away.

"Fine with me," Emmet blurted out, laying the unnamed baby in the basinet Alice had picked out and standing adjacent Violet in the bedroom.

"God… you're so sexy when you're mad like that." Emmett continued, raising his eyebrows suggestively as Violet gave him a look of complete astonishment.

"How can you be thinking of something like that… at a time like this?" the blonde hair girl puller her hair back off her shoulders and blushed fervently as she remembered the last time her and Emmett had gotten intimate. She'd blacked out.

"How can I not. All this talk of babies is making me wanna-"

Using her new found vampire speed, Violet was on Emmett in seconds, knocking him into the armchair he'd been leaning in seconds before. Her young vampire strength had Emmett sprawling on the ground while his baby's momma crawled atop and straddled him.

Her lips were hot and raw with desire as they covered his while her hands ran through his short hair excitedly. Breaking the kiss for barely an instant, Violet looked mischievously into Emmett's eyes.

"At least you don't have to worry about breaking me anymore."

A smirk crept its way across Emmett's face as he gripped Violet's backside firmly in his hands and lifted both of them off the floor in one sweeping motion.

"I missed you," Emmett murmured between kisses to Violet's neck. Despite the fact that her skin was rock hard, it was still as silky smooth like he remembered. He laid her down on the bed in the nursery and pulled away slightly to look into her eyes.

"I didn't even go anywhere," she laughed, trying desperately to press her body even closer to his, but the large vampire on top of her managed to hold her at bay.

He didn't say anything right away. He was still in awe of the fact that he now had a beautiful family; a beautiful son and a beautiful-

"Marry me."

"Huh?" Violet sat up and straightened her rumpled clothes. "Are you sure we're ready for that?" The way her blonde hair framed her angelic blue eyes and pale skin when she said those words, made up Emmett's mind.

"You're my soul-mate. Might as well put it in writing," He said matter-of-factly. "And you're no spring chicken. 53 and counting-"

"Shut-up!" Violet snapped, slapping him playfully. "And… as long as you're sure you love me… I accept. Besides… Max needs his daddy."

Emmett's head snapped at attention.

"Max?"

"That's his name. Simple, sweet and masculine." Violet announced, racing over to the basinet and picking Max up in her arms. His eyes were a rare combination of blue and gold. He was hungry.

"I'll take him downstairs and you… go pick me out a fancy engagement ring, and for the LOVE of God, do not let Alice go with you. Take Bella or someone sensible."

"Don't worry. I know what you like," Emmett winked, opening the nursery door wide and escorting his fiancée and son down the stairs.

"Strike up the birth certificate!" Violet shouted, jumping down the stairs and raising quite an alarum in the house.

"Finally," Alice cheered, pulling out the slightly forged certificate. If they went to a real hospital, someone would surely notice that in a few years, Max would not look even close to his real age.

"Yeah, yeah." Violet rolled her eyes and gave the baby to Esme. She gave Emmett a peck on the cheek before he and Bella crept out the back.

"Where are they off too?" Carlisle whispered to his soon to be daughter in law.

Edward heard the question, and couldn't hold back a smile as he read the answer in Violet's mind.

"They'll be back," Edward told his father, placing a hand on his shoulder as he walked past. Nessie had been wanting him to take her down to the Reservation for some time, ever since her usual babysitter had gotten sick, and then gotten a child of her own.

"I want Violet to take me," Nessie demanded. Edward was slightly taken back by the demand. Normally his daughter was very mild-mannered and obedient, but this was the first time she was acting… spoiled.

"She's jealous." Violet looked up surprised to hear Jasper's voice behind her. Seeing as he was the one who could read emotions, she nodded understandingly.

"It's to be expected. She was the special one and now-" Carlisle began, but was interrupted by Edward who narrowed his eyes at the comment.

"And she's still special," he assured his daughter who was giving them all the silent treatment.

"You know, I'm sure Jake would love to meet Max," Vie said sympathetically, taking Renesmee's hand and leading her out the door to the car. Thankfully Alice had had the foresight to buy another car-seat.

Because I certainly wouldn't have thought of that.

Nessie gave the rest of the Cullen's a victorious smirk before she hopped into the car beside her soon to be aunt and her new cousin Max.

"He doesn't even have any powers or anything," Nessie explained to Jacob as he sat beside her doing a puzzle in the Black house.

"But isn't having a cousin cool?" he offered, seeing the exasperated look on Violet's face as she cradled her son. Suddenly though, her eyes flashed gold and she jumped to her feet.

"I have to go. Right now. Nessie, stay here with Jake until-"

In a flash, Violet was out the door and running. She couldn't even be bothered with her car. The smell of human blood was getting stronger by the second, and she couldn't bear the thought of attacking anybody, let alone someone she knew.

As a young vamp, it didn't take her long to get back to the Cullen house with little Max screaming his head off at the awful chill he'd received on the run. She flopped down on the couch and continued to coddle her son until Alice, Jasper and Edward ran into the room.

"I had to get out of there. I'm sorry. Nessie's fine though. She's with Jake," Violet' tried to explain in a rush. No one held her for any wrong doing. As a matter of fact, when Carlisle appeared, he commended her for willing herself away from the blood.

"I don't feel like I should be congratulated." Violet sighed miserably as the baby in her arms slowly waned into sleep.

"But aren't you excited about the wedding?" Alice chirped as she looked up from a vision.

"It figures. I knew you'd find out sooner rather than later."

"Admit it. You want my help with the planning," Alice said smiling. Violet turned to Edward, who hadn't even bothered to read her mind before nodding towards Alice.

"She wants your help."

"I feel like we kinda got this backwards, ya know? We were supposed to get married first, but then you got kidnapped by those Italian bastards, then we had Max and now… we're dancing at our wedding." Emmett prattled off the whole list of events while Violet merely nodded, holding up one side of her elaborate white, lacey wedding gown as her and her new husband circled the dance floor as newlyweds.

"Finally," Vie huffed out after Emmett finished. It was true they had things backwards, but it wouldn't have been as perfect if it had been.

"But not having a honeymoon sucks," he admitted, leading Vie off the floor and taking her aside to see Max, who was comfortably nestled in Esme's arms. Violet wasted no time in smacking him upside the head for the comment.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry we can't go on a fancy vacation because we have to take care of our child!" Once more, Violet gave him a coy wink and hefted baby Max into her arms.

"-and the eyes are still blue. My genes are stronger than yours," she quipped before her husband stole the baby away.

For once, Emmett let it slide. He'd have the rest of eternity to get her back for it anyways.

He'd never really taken count of all his blessings, but as he watched his beautiful wife smiling at him from one of the ornately decorated tables that littered the Cullen lawn he realized he didn't have to count them. They were all laid out in front of him. He never imagined how perfect Violet would look on their wedding day, even though there was one loose wisp of blonde hair that refused to stay under her tiara.

Violet flashed him a white, elated grin that Bella immediately captured on film. In truth, he hoped all the pictures were of her, because in his eyes… she was perfection.

Emmett had thought that Rosalie was his first and last hope in love… until he found Violet.

Violet… my wife, my love… my Immortal.

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Ha, so I totally suck at endings, not to mention I posted like, three other things before I finally got around to writing this ending. Sorry it took so long. This is the first story that I hadn't finished completely before positing it, which I hope to NEVER do again. It's too stressful! I don't know how other authors do it!

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~DmAr