LAST CHAPTER :(

well, first i'd like to say this was alot of fun, seeing how this was my first story!! thx so much for reviewing

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thirdly, i AM writing a new story, but NOT a sequel to this one. for some reason, i feel that a sequel's not really needed. but, i can do one. im going 2 post a section of my new story on the bottom. i'm only going to work on ONE story at a time, if you really want a sequel, then tell me in your review! i'll work on it after i finish Dying for Love!!!

fourthly, i know this is somewhat rushed...but i feel it's kind of overdone.... soo, its rushed and enjoy!!

and fifth, most important: I'M GOING 2 C TWILIGHT SOOON!!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!

"I'll be here for you Bella. I'll be standing strong next to you forever. I'll cut down anyone who stands in your way. I'll protect you from anyone who means ill harm. And I'll love you forever and always. Never doubt that." And she cried herself to sleep in my arms.

I knew what I said wouldn't make her feel better about her mother's death. But I knew it would help lessen her pain, knowing I'd always be there, a steady shoulder to cry on.

Chapter 25: Time flies

3 years later

EPOV

Bella was now 20 and I 21. And today was our wedding day. Finally. I don't know how we restrained ourselves for so long, but we did. We managed.

And Bella was almost healed after her mother's death. Charlie on the other hand… he was okay. He didn't drink surprisingly. He devoted himself to his work, becoming cold and detached. To everyone except Bella. Because she was all he had left.

I shook my head, hoping to shake those thoughts out too. Today was the day I got married to the most beautiful woman in the world.

We were the last couple to do so of course. Even Alice, my little sister, got married before me. And so did Emmett and Rosalie, but that was expected. They were always so passionate, always so…so fast moving.

"Edward you okay?" Emmett whispered to me. We were standing at the alter already. He probably thought I was having last minute worries that Bella was going to leave me at the alter because I had shaken my head earlier. But I knew my Bella would never do that.

"Yea I'm fine. Just a bit nervous." I replied.

"Don't worry about it. She loves you dude. Anyone can see that. Oh look here she comes!" he whispered shouted back at me. I rolled my eyes.

Then my heart stopped. There was my Bella. She was gorgeous. In a strapless white gown with beading along the bust. Her hear was curled at the bottom and she wore a tiara with the veil flowing behind her. In her hands were a bouquet of roses, white and red.

She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. This was the wonderful woman I was going to marry.

After the priest finished droning on and on about the building blocks of marriage- friendship, love and trust, which Bella and I had- we finally were released to be congratulated by our friends, as a married couple.

Alice was crying, Esme was sobbing and Rosalie was grinning widely. Emmett was actually red eyes while Jasper was laughing at him. And Carlisle, he was laughing and crying at the same time.

When the wedding was finally over, we took the limo to the airport where we caught a private jet to Hollywood. We stayed at the Ritz, the exact same Ritz where Bella and I were fortunate enough to spend 8 hours locked up together in. After this, we were going to go on a one month cruise around the world.

Once again, we spend 8 hours locked up in the Ritz. This time though, we stayed and slept in each other's arms.

4 months later…

EPOV

"Edward. We need to talk. It's important."

Uh-oh. This couldn't be good. Did she want a divorce already? I thought over the last 4 months…we hadn't fought at all! Had she met someone new? Of course I wouldn't resent her decision- she deserved happiness. And I wouldn't let it show how much it hurt me. I put on a brave face, waiting for the words to break my heart.

"Edward. I'm pregnant." Bella said calmly. Well, I could tell she was scared. Frightened. Frantic. Terrified. Where's the happiness? Weren't girls supposed to be all happy about it? Wait, was it even my child? What if it wasn't! Maybe that's why she was all panicky…

"That's good Bella. Right? Aren't you happy? Excited?" I was really worried when she shook her head. Oh God….

"Bella?" she was sobbing silently.

"I don't want it Edward." I gasped. She…she didn't want it? Was in not mine? Was that the matter? Or maybe she was truly scared….

"Bella, what's wrong?" I asked quietly. Why didn't she want the creation of our love?

"I'm scared Edward. I'm too young. And…and I don't think I'd be a good mother. I'm not ready Edward." She said.

Was that what it was about? I felt awful for doubting her…

"Bella! You'd make a great mom! I know you would. Trust me." I murmured. I walked to her and pulled her into a hug.

"Edward, I'm not ready." She said again.

"What are you suggesting we do then? An abortion? I don't think so!" I could feel the irrational anger boiling up. Why would she want to kill our creation of love? Our baby?

"Edward… I don't know! I just know I'm not ready. Look what happened to my mom and dad Edward! They got married too young and had me. And now where are they? Divorced! And my mom's dead and my dad's…" she couldn't finish. She was crying too hard.

But I understood where she was getting at. She was afraid that a child might break us apart.

"Nothing could break us apart love. Esme and Carlisle got married young too. And had twins. And look at them. They're perfectly fine." I said soothingly. She needed to understand that not all parents were like hers.

She hiccupped and then hugged me back.

"Then I'm going to be a mother?" she asked tentatively. I nodded.

And her face broke into a huge smile. My eyes widened at the change sudden change of emotions. Note to self: pregnant woman are very- and I mean very- moody.

5 months later…

BPOV

"Come on Bella you can do it! Just one more push!"

I was at the hospital giving birth to my first child. Edward was holding my hand and Carlisle was delivering the baby. Well, helping. I was the one doing the work. Pushing. Shoving. Screaming. Crying. Childbirth hurt. A lot.

"Congratulations Bella! Would you like to hold your baby boy?" Carlisle asked. But he didn't really need to. Of course I wanted to hold my child. The child I just spent the last 7 hours giving birth to.

"Aww aren't you cute. Yes you are, yes you are!" I loved my baby already. She was adorable and had Edward's eyes. Brilliant emeralds.

Edward watched with a large smile on his face. I handed our child over to him.

"Here you go Edward. And she even has your eyes!" I exclaimed. But Edward wasn't listening. He was looking at our child with pure love.

"So what are we going to name her?" I whispered.

"Renee. After your mother Bella." I was so shocked. I didn't know whether or not to object or to agree. But I just nodded my head when Edward locked eyes with me. He could be pretty stubborn if he wanted to.

"But the next one, if it's a girl, will be named Elizabeth and if it's a boy, Edward." I looked up at him and he was smiling. I could pretty stubborn too.

"Good. I plan on having more children too." He said, his cool breath brushing across my face.

"You? I'm the one giving birth over here." I joked.

He laughed and we were truly a happy family. Mother, Father, daughter moment. My life was perfect.

how many of you actually read the A/N at the beginning? well, its VERY important, so read it! but im nice, so im going to copy and paste it again down here :)

****VERY IMPORTANT

i AM writing a new story, but NOT a sequel to this one. for some reason, i feel that a sequel's not really needed. but, i can do one.

im going 2 post a section of my new story on the bottom. i'm only going to work on ONE story at a time. so, my dear readers, if you really want a sequel, then tell me in your review! i'll work on it after i finish Dying for Love!!!

Dying for Love:

Bella has 6 months to live. She was the good girl who was quiet and reserved. She decides to break out of her shell, meeting Edward, someone who lives for eternity. He doesn't understand her and tries to figure her out. What happens when he does? EXB vamps included!

"I'm so sorry Ms. Swan, but it seems as if you have a form of deadly cancer. It's too late. And there doesn't seem to be a way to…to save you. You have approximately… 6 months to live. I'm sorry. I'll give you a minute alone." The doctor said before leaving.

My mom burst into tears. I just sat there, stunned. I was…I was…dying? Truly dying? At the young, fruitful age of 16? I couldn't cry. I wanted to. I wanted to cry for my loss. My loss of my life.

But all I could feel was anger. Not at the doctor. He was just doing his job. But at myself. I was always so restrained. 'I can't go. I'm sorry I have homework.' Or 'no thanks, I'll just sit here and watch you make a fool of yourself and have fun because I'm too scared.'

I was disappointed with my life. I needed to make it better. But could I? I had 6 months to live. 6. That was…180 days. Half a year.

I wanted to be crazy. I wanted to have fun. I wanted to go sky diving, ride a motorcycle, and do something else life threatening. Not like it mattered. I was dying. I was going to die.

My mom just stared at me, crying, with her gloved hand over her mouth. Yea, we were rich. So we could afford to move. We could afford to buy me a motorcycle. And we could afford to find something life threatening.

My mom continued to cry, her hand over her mouth, shaking her head and apologizing. Why was she apologizing? It wasn't like it was her fault.

"Mom. Mom. Renee. It's fine. I'll live." Hold that. No I won't. "Okay, fine. I won't. But I want to make these next 6 months the best of my life."

I wasn't even tearing up. How pathetic. Well, it was actually pathetic that I came here for a simple fall. I was captain of my soccer team and slipped on the wet grass. Oops. But my mom, being mom, rushed me to the hospital.

"Mom. When I'm seconds from death, when I see my life flash before my eyes, I want it to be something I'm proud of. Something….something I'm glad that I lived. Right now, I'm not. So, pack your bags! We're moving….moving to…ummm….a small town in….Washington!" I shouted. I was actually getting excited. I smiled brilliantly. A new life!

My family was very well-known, an old lineage with a reputation to hold. Unfortunately. I had standards. And now, we were moving, moving away from those standards.

I looked at my mom. She was still sobbing. I sighed. This might take awhile.

"Bella. I can't lose you! I've lost Charlie, I've lost my parents, I can't lose you!" she sobbed.

Charlie was my dad who died in a tragic car accident when I was 15. He had the chocolate eyes that always sparkled with humor, the laugh lines around his eyes, and the dimples that could always make me smile. He was reckless and kind of careless. But he was fun.

I smiled weakly. "I'll say hi to him in heaven." I whispered. Then I started to worry. I was going to heaven, right?

Church every Sunday- check. Praying before bed and dinner- check. Dressing modestly- check. Obeying my mom- check. Doing good in school- check.

Then I stopped myself. I was going to be a new me. Someone not so organized. Someone…. Someone free and fun. Someone like my dad.

i'm posting this chapter later today!!