Author's Note: Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Thanks for all the love for the EPOV outtake! His sweet, horny mind is fun to write.

Epilogue 1 (BPOV)

Three and a half years later (Tuesday, February 14, 2017)

Positive.

I stared at the three sticks lined up on the bathroom counter. Each one said the same thing: I was pregnant.

Silent tears running down my face, I quickly showered and got myself ready. I had some shopping to do.

I'd asked for the day off work weeks ago, wanting to plan a special Valentine's Day for Edward to top what he had done for me last year, when he surprised me with a weekend trip to some wineries out in Hermann, Missouri, and a stay at a bed and breakfast.

But now, there was a change of plans.

I went straight for the nearest Babies 'R Us store, where I purchased a cute pale yellow onesie with the words "I love my Daddy" displayed on the front. On my next stop, I bought a gift bag meant for the holiday instead of the baby-oriented ones from the first store, so Edward didn't expect a thing.

Returning home, I placed the pregnancy tests in a clear plastic bag — I'd peed on them, after all — and added them to the gift bag with the onesie. I brushed away a few happy tears as I stared at the gift.

Looking at my watch, I saw that it was only 11am, still over six hours until Edward got home from work. I was going to go stir crazy by then!

Thanks to all of his extra credits, Edward was able to graduate early, over a year and a half ago. He was now working as a music therapist, while going to school in the evenings part-time to get a Master of Music Therapy degree. I was so proud of him.

Meanwhile, I had completed my paralegal training and I loved my job. I loved my life with Edward. I loved Edward.

The only thing missing was a baby.

While we never did anything to prevent pregnancy, it still never happened. We had wanted to wait until Edward at least had his Bachelor's before looking into ways to make our dream happen. We didn't want to wait too long though — I would be 35 on my next birthday, which seemed to be the magic age for high-risk pregnancy.

Finally about six months ago, we began seeing a fertility specialist. After numerous tests, she determined that there was no reason I couldn't carry a baby once I became pregnant. But since that wasn't happening on its own, medical science needed to intervene.

In November, we had our first round of in vitro fertilization. Our hopes were dashed just a couple of weeks later when I got my period. We tried again last month, implanting two embryos this time in the hopes that one of them would take.

Edward had been so busy over the past few weeks that he didn't even notice that my period hadn't come. I was cautiously optimistic, buying three pregnancy tests and counting down the days before they were supposed to be effective.

Today was the day. Fitting, I suppose.

I knew Edward had planned to take me out to dinner tonight, but I wanted this day to be all about us. And so, just before he was due home, I made a quick trip to Whole Foods for some pre-cooked goodness. I knew Edward would have a cow if I lifted a finger to cook on Valentine's Day.

After setting dinner in the oven's warming drawer, I took a seat on the couch, my gift bag on the end table next to me. The room smelled amazing, thanks to my bouquet of a dozen white roses that had arrived earlier this afternoon. Every year, Edward sent me white roses for the holiday; it was kind of our thing.

When I heard the garage door opening, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I couldn't let on that anything was going on if I didn't want to spoil the surprise.

"Mmm… something smells good," Edward said as he came into the room.

"Thank you for the roses," I said with a smile.

"Not the flowers — did you cook me dinner?"

"No," I replied sheepishly. "It's from Whole Foods."

"I thought we'd go out?"

"I know," I nodded, "But I just wanted to be alone with you tonight." I punctuated the sentiment by kissing his pouty lips — a promise for later.

After dinner, Edward led me by the hand to the living room, telling me to sit down and wait for him. He ran down the hallway to our bedroom, returning with a small, gift-wrapped box.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, handing me the box.

I looked over at his beautiful smiling face before tearing into the paper. The box was clearly from Tiffany's, though it seemed kind of big, like it would fit a man's watch or something like that.

Opening the box, I was stunned to find not a piece of jewelry, but… a tiny pink plastic umbrella?

"Ummm… " I began, looking at him curiously.

"Sorry about the fake-out with the box," he laughed. "Emmett gave it to me. He gave me the umbrella too."

Still confused, I stared at the pink plastic in my hand, until Edward took it from me. Spinning it gently between his fingers, he explained, "This is meant to signify where I'm taking you on vacation next month during Spring Break."

"You're taking me to Forks?" I asked.

"What?" he asked, laughing.

"Forks, where it rains all the time. That's where I'd need an umbrella."

"Oh," he giggled. "No, it's not representing that you'd need an umbrella, but rather that you could have one in your drinks. We're going to the Bahamas."

"We're going where?"

"Bella," he began, taking my hand, "We've never had an actual vacation together. I mean, we take short trips to the wineries, or the lake or Branson. We go back to Chicago, or we go see your parents. It's past time for a real vacation, just the two of us."

"That sounds great," I said, tears forming in my eyes. "But my job—"

"I already cleared it with your boss," Edward replied, grinning. "I'm so excited about this, just the chance to be alone with you. And, um, I've got a couple of fantasies that we might be able to fulfill on this trip…"

"And what might those be?"

"Oh, you know… making love to you in the ocean, or on the beach."

"Why do all of your fantasies involve sex?"

"Because I'm a guy! So would you like that, Bella?" he asked with a sexy grin, before kissing my neck erotically.

It would be very easy to get sidetracked and have sex right now, but Edward needed to open his gift first, so I reluctantly pushed him away.

"Later," I promised. "I got you something, too." I picked up the gift bag from the table, handing it to Edward.

Reaching inside, he first pulled out the adorable yellow onesie. Unfolding it and holding it up, I saw the exact moment his face registered the words on the front.

"Look inside again," I whispered.

Edward pulled out the plastic bag, turning it around in his hands as he looked at the three test sticks.

"You're pregnant?" he croaked. "It worked this time?"

"It worked," I confirmed. "We're gonna have a baby."

Before I could blink, I was lying on my back with Edward on top of me. "We're gonna have a baby," he whispered, before lifting my sweater so that he could place a soft kiss on my stomach.

Oh yeah, I was definitely getting lucky tonight.

Two months later, Edward and I were in the obstetrician's office, fidgeting while we waited for the tech to do my very first ultrasound. We were going to get to see our baby.

"Ah, good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Swan," the tech said as she came into the room.

"It—it's Mr. Cullen," Edward corrected. "We're not married."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied, blushing. "I really should know better than to assume these days."

As she lifted my oh-so-attractive gown, squirting cool gel onto my stomach, I looked over at Edward. I knew that if he had his way, we'd have been married a long time ago. He'd never formally proposed with a ring and a kneeling question, but he'd made his opinions on the subject well-known. But with my mom now on her fifth marriage, I was terrified of turning into her. Edward and I were perfect as we were; we didn't need a marriage license and a ring.

"The implantation procedure was done in late January?" the technician asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, that's right," I answered.

"And this is your first pregnancy?"

I nodded. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no, I'm sure nothing's wrong, it's just that your stomach seems rather large for 12 weeks, especially for a first pregnancy."

"I told you I was getting fat," I said to Edward, who rolled his eyes at me.

As the tech slid a wand across my stomach, an image appeared on the screen. It looked nothing like a baby, but I knew that's what it was. "What is that flickering?" I asked.

"That's the baby's heartbeat," she answered absently.

She moved the wand around before gasping. "And that's your other baby's heartbeat."

"What?" I squeaked.

"Congratulations, Bella — you're having twins!"

After my doctor came in to talk with us about the more frequent monitoring I was going to have to undergo now that we knew I was having twins, Edward and I were finally left alone.

"What do you think?" I whispered. "I know twins will be a lot of work."

He shook his head. "I think it's awesome, Bella. You and I had both talked about wanting more than one child, and now we don't have to worry about trying to make that happen again. We get two for one!"

I laughed. "You say that because you're not the one who's going to get big as a house over the next six months."

"You'll still be the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he replied, before kissing me sweetly.

A couple of months later, we were back at my obstetrician's office for another ultrasound, this time to find out the sex of the babies. The issue had been a source of conflict between Edward and me over the past several weeks. I wanted to find out the sex, whereas he did not. I told him that I could have the doctor just tell me while he remained in the dark, but he didn't like that idea either.

I won the argument, of course. Men are such suckers for blow jobs.

"Everything looks like it's progressing very well, Bella," my doctor said with a smile.

"It should be," I grumbled. "I'm already huge."

Laughing, she asked, "Did you want to know the sex?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes," I repeated with a glare in Edward's direction.

"Well, I can tell you that you're definitely having one girl," the doctor replied, pointing at the monitor. "Let me see if I can coax the other baby into moving so we can take a look there, too."

For over five minutes she tried, but the second baby remained too hidden behind the first to make any determination. I guess Edward and I ended up with a compromise in the end.

That night, we lay sweaty and tangled together in the sheets, Edward's hand splayed lovingly over my growing stomach as he spooned behind me.

"Are you mad that we couldn't find out the sex of both babies?" he asked quietly.

"Not mad, but it would've helped a lot with figuring out how to decorate the nursery."

"Hmmm."

"What does 'hmmm' mean?" I asked curiously.

"I've been thinking… maybe we should try to buy a house before the babies are born," he replied.

"A house? Are you ready for all the responsibility of a house? You still have another year to get your Master's degree."

"I know, but… the third bedroom really isn't big enough for everything we'll need for two babies. And I'll lose the room for my desk. Besides, I want our children to have a big backyard to run around and play in, like I had growing up."

"I can call Jane tomorrow and see if she knows of anything available nearby."

"Yeah? So you want to?"

"We can look," I agreed. "But just know that you're doing all of the packing."

"Of course," he answered quickly. "I wouldn't want my pregnant girlfriend doing manual labor. Now is a good time to look, too, with my classes over for the summer."

We were quiet after that, but just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Edward's voice again.

"Bella? Do you ever worry that we won't be good parents?"

"Sure, I do," I replied with a yawn. "I think every prospective parent worries about that. And it's not like I had great role models."

"I did," he answered quietly. "I wish my dad was here, so I could talk to him about being a father."

"Oh sweetheart…" I rolled over, taking his face in my hands. "I know this must be hard on you."

He nodded. "I wish my mom could hold her grandchildren. She would've been the best grandma."

I wiped the tears from his eyes, kissing him gently. "I know she would've been."

Edward returned my kiss in kind, but as often happened with us, it grew quickly out of control until I felt his erection against my hip.

"Please, Bella," he whispered, rolling me onto my back.

"You know we're not going to be able to do it in this position much longer," I replied, already aching for him.

"Then I'd better make it count."

"I am never having sex with you again, Edward Cullen," I growled as I panted through yet another contraction. I'd been in labor for eight hours and was still only dilated to five centimeters.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, brushing my sweaty hair off of my face gently.

"I'm not letting you knock me up again unless you figure out a way to go through this hell."

"I'd be more than happy to do this for you, if it were possible. But in case you've forgotten, I didn't knock you up from having sex in the first place. We both know there's little chance that I ever could."

It was true. Edward and I had a very, er, active sex life. If I hadn't gotten pregnant over years of having that much sex, I never would.

"Fine," I admitted, calmer now that the pain was temporarily over. "We can have sex again, but not for six weeks, you know."

"Oh fuck, I forgot about that! If I'd known you were going to go into labor last night, I really would've made it count the night before."

I just shook my head at him, thinking about sex while I was being ripped apart from the inside out. As my stomach grew larger and larger, we'd had to get a little more creative with positions, but we still had sex on a very regular basis. Edward thought it was great that the monthly four-day sex embargo had been lifted and he could have me any time he wanted — which was pretty much all the time, no matter how fat and unattractive I got. Luckily for him, I spent my entire second trimester wanting to jump him.

Hours later, I was floating on the effects of an epidural when my doctor finally gave me the go-ahead to start pushing. I nearly kissed her. Edward held on to me while I pushed, encouraging me and never once complaining when I almost broke his fingers.

"It's a boy!" the doctor yelled, moments before I heard a soft cry. And just a few minutes later, his baby sister came into the world.

Once the babies were checked out — they were small, but healthy — and I had been cleaned up, Edward and I sat alone together in my room, holding our children.

"I want to name him after you," I said softly, looking down at my son in my arms. "Edward Anthony Cullen, Jr. We can call him EJ."

"I thought we said no juniors?" he pouted.

"That was before he came out looking exactly like you," I noted. The baby even had a light dusting of reddish-brown hair, just like Edward's. "We are in such trouble if he grows up into a charming little shit like you."

Edward laughed before nodding his agreement. "Ok, but I get to choose our daughter's name then."

"It would be nice to name her after family," I said.

"Um, I hate to break it to you, Bella, but our moms are named Renee and Esme — what kind of name do you think you can make out of that? Renesmee?"

I laughed. "Yeah, that would be pretty bad."

"Could we name her after both of my parents? How about Carlie?"

"Carlie… I like that."

Edward smiled, brushing his finger over her soft chubby cheek.

"Carlie Ann," I added. "For Angela."

"How do you like your name, Carlie Ann?" he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly. "You know, your mom is outside waiting to meet her grandchildren."

"Later," I sighed. "I just want this time alone with you. Mom will have plenty of time to see them over the next few weeks while she's staying with us."

"I know the help will be awesome, but having your mom around is really going to put a crimp in our sex life."

"There is no sex life for six weeks," I reminded him.

"Bella," he whined. "I'm gonna go insane if I can't touch you for that long."

"Well," I relented, "We can't have intercourse, but once I'm feeling up to it, we can do everything but."

"Everything but, huh?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no, you're still not going there!"

Edward giggled. "Couldn't hurt to try," he replied with a wink as he stood up, sitting next to me on the small hospital bed. Holding the tiny bundle in one arm, he touched my chin, kissing me tenderly.

"Marry me, Bella."

"Yes," I whispered, before kissing him sweetly. "I would be honored to be your wife."

A/N: Reader mstre11 coined the term "charming little shit" for Edward in an early review, and I had wanted to somehow incorporate it ever since!

I think most of you got your wishes for the Epilogue! Please let me know what you think!

Originally I planned to end it here, but then I realized there were a lot of other loose ends I'd wanted to tie up, but they didn't seem to fit with the baby theme. The second Epilogue will be from Edward's POV.

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