*Blah, blah, blah, I don't own Twilight.*
Epilogue
When Jacob and I finally got married, it was a big surprise to everyone. Jacob was right, the older Renesmee got, the weaker the imprint. When she finally looked seventeen, his imprint was broken. Still, people were stunned. Imprinted people weren't supposed to love each other with all their hearts, but we did. They weren't supposed to marry each other, but we did. And most importantly, they weren't supposed to have each others children.
Noah and I were never meant to be together, and the birth of my first child proved that. Before her, it was growing more and more painful to love Jacob. The need to be around Noah multiplied. I kept myself sane by babysitting him when his parents were out of town, seeing him in everyday places (small town, remember?), and family gatherings. I kept these visits a secret from Jacob, they would break his heart. And when I finally couldn't take resisting anymore, she was born.
On December 22, 2:34 am Carly Sarah Black was brought into the world, shattering my imprint. She was the daughter I always wanted. She looked like neither of us, only she had Jacob's haunting black eyes and my long eyelashes. Only instead of black, they were gray. And they stayed that way; even though we thought they would darken over time. We had no idea which side of the family she got them from.
When Noah first layed eyes on her, he couldn't look away. You couldn't keep them appart for long. They were best friends from the start. It was my strong guess that when Noah phased he would imprint on Cee-Sa (our nickname for her). And I was right.
After Cee-Sa came her twin brother, Jacob Harry Black. He was going to make a great wolf one day, even though technically he was Noah's rival. He had my chocolate eyes, Jacob's bright smile, and Harry's powerful hands. He was always doing something; jumping, running, dancing. It didn't matter to him. As long as he moved.
I started phasing again, after I gave birth to Jr. We both decided that we could live together; forever. And if we got tired of it? Well, then we would both stop together. We had a backup plan, unlike Bella. The both of us looked around 27.
And so, that's how I got my happily ever after.
*It's been really fun doing this, and I guess this is the end of Leah's scars. But don't worry, you'll see me around. I'm writing many other stories, so this won't be my last :) I already have another Blackwater fic out, called Dumbstruck, and I plan on also writing a Callwater one. Anyways, bye for now! 3*
