Thank you, thank you, thank you. For everything! Only one chapter left after this one, isn't that crazy? I've loved every second of this story, but I'm also loving working on my new story, Free. If you're interested, be sure to check that out! I posted the first chapter already and might actually post one more before I finish this story. We'll see.

Wrapping this one up, obviously, so the chapters aren't going to be as long because I would like to avoid drawing anything out too much further! I hope you enjoy.

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November 13, 2016

"I couldn't have asked for a more perfect wedding," I said, grinning at Edward. We were in the back of our limo, on our way to the hotel after the end of the wedding reception. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, but we were both keyed up on excitement and lust. I couldn't believe that we were actually married, and that in a little less than eight months, we'd have a baby, too.

"Well, I have to agree," Edward said, kissing me. "How are you feeling?" He asked, his hand dropping to my stomach and rubbing gently. "I know it's been a long day."

"I feel okay," I said honestly, resting one of my hands on top of his. "It's all a little surreal, isn't it?" I asked. "We're married, which is crazy enough, but we're also going to be parents in less than a year."

"Definitely surreal, but also incredible," Edward murmured. "I thought that winning a World Championship was the happiest I'd ever been, but when you told me you were pregnant, that I'm going to be a father…that blew everything else out of the water. And now I have you as my wife. It's incredible, sweetheart. I have everything I could ever possibly want."

We arrived at the Renaissance hotel after another few minutes in the car, and I giggled as Edward pulled into his arms and carried me to the elevator, and then all the way to our suite. We'd only be staying here until early this afternoon, when we would head to the airport to start our honeymoon.

"Let me help you out of this dress," Edward said after he placed me back on my feet inside our suite. I stood still as he slowly helped me out of the gown, then hung it up in the garment bag I had brought along. "You looked so phenomenal tonight, Bella," he said in a low voice, his hands on my hips. "The sight of you walking down the aisle towards me was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You took my breath away; made me weak in the knees."

His words made me feel that way, too, and I couldn't stop myself from throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him onto the bed with me.

We had a lifetime to tell each other how we felt. Tonight, it could wait.

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November 20, 2016

"A little champagne won't hurt," I assured Edward over the rim of my glass. "I promise."

"I trust you, Dr. Cullen," Edward said with a laugh, relaxing slightly. We'd spent the first week of our honeymoon in St. Bart's relaxing in complete solitude; this was the first night we had left our small beachfront villa for a romantic restaurant a few miles away.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and I admired the sight of my gorgeous husband looking out at the equally gorgeous scenery in front of us. A week in the sun had turned his skin a soft bronze color, and his hair was starting to show more red than before. The sun seemed to agree with me, as well- I hadn't experienced any morning sickness since we left the afternoon after our wedding.

This time together was blissful, and I wouldn't trade it for anything, but I also couldn't wait until we got back home and started to put more of our life together, piece by piece. We'd be closing on our first home together the week after we returned from St. Barts, and would be able to spend our first Christmas as a married couple together in our new home.

I also couldn't wait to start preparing for our baby- a perfect baby that would be the mixture of the best of the two of us. And I knew Edward was just as excited.

"Is it too soon to think about names?" Edward asked, drawing me out of my trance.

"Maybe," I said, laughing. "I'm only eight weeks pregnant, Edward."

"So? It's too early to tell anyone else, but we can start." Edward shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's just be happy about it for a while," I said, my hands finding his across the table. "We can work on the details later. Right now…I just want to enjoy you and me."

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February 15, 2017

"You look like a Greek god, and I feel like a beached whale," I grumbled, looking at Edward over the top of my sunglasses.

He had spent the last half hour out in the ocean, so he was dripping with water as he made his way towards where I was sitting the sand.

"Nonsense," he said as he reached me, his hands immediately reaching for my belly. "You look incredible."

"Well, I think your attraction has something to do with the fact that you are the one who knocked me up," I teased. "You haven't been able to keep your hands off of me, especially after my belly popped out."

"I've never been able to keep my hands off of you," Edward pointed out with a little laugh. "But yeah…seeing you pregnant with my baby…it definitely does things to me."

"Obviously," I said with a smile, giving him a small kiss.

We'd only been in Florida for two days now, and only had another week before Edward had to start reporting for Spring Training. I would be heading back to St. Louis once he started, but would be back again in a few weeks. I still loved my work in the emergency room, and it was just as fulfilling as ever, but I couldn't admit that it was nice to work under a less demanding schedule.

Schedule flexibility has been a godsend. Between my advancing pregnancy and my desire to spend more time with my busy husband, I have had to make some compromises in my schedule. It was hard at first, to let go of part of what I had worked so hard for, but after taking a few weeks to get used to it, I was loving my ability to basically work part time.

Edward loved it, too, especially since it meant we would be able to spend more time together before our baby came. Our baby boy. Edward had been over the moon when we found out the sex, and I was, too. He was already envisioning playing catch and watching baseball with his little man, and I couldn't wait to dress him in all the adorable outfits we had already started to purchase.

The nursery in our new house, which was located in the outskirts of Frontenac, was starting to come together, too. This pregnancy had been a surprise, and not planned, but I had to admit that things had a way of working themselves out. Our baby would come into this world more loved than I could even express in words. Not just by me and Edward, but by everyone we were close to. This child would be truly blessed.

July 9, 2017

Edward had been voted into the MLB All-Star game, but with my cesarean scheduled for the same time, he had turned down the invitation. I had worried about making him choose between two things that were obviously so important to him, but in the delivery room, when I saw Edward holding our son, I knew there had never been a choice for either of us.

"That's our boy," Edward said, his eyes full of tears. "Look, Bella."

I did, and my heart could hardly take the sight of the love of my life cradling our newborn son so delicately. I was crying, too, and I didn't stop as Edward placed Masen in my arms. I kissed Masen's little forehead, in awe of how perfect he was, already.

Edward crouched down next to us, kissing my forehead and then our son's. "I love you so much," he murmured, and I couldn't tell which of us he was talking to. And it was perfect.

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One more, then we're saying goodbye.