So this is an epilogue…. The end.

It's another chapter that ended up getting changed last minute. I thought it was going to be an EPOV but as you will see in a minute, it's not. I tried EPOV and it just didn't move.

It's shorter than I thought it would be (Sorry about that) but it's says everything that I wanted to say.

Other than THANK YOU. You all have been wonderful and it has been a joy to write for you all. I doubt this will be my last experience with writing and posting.

I do not own twilight.

Epilogue – JPOV

One year later

I stretched my body under the silk sheets of the bed.

I didn't want to wake up, I wished I was able to sleep in, but my internal alarm clock insisted I wake at seven o'clock despite Edward and I were awake until three in the morning.

But today is October 9th and it's a Saturday. No classes today.

We both can sleep in.

I laid peacefully in bed for ten minutes before rolling over to spoon Edward's body into my own.

My hands roamed across his shoulder, across his chest and down his stomach. I leaned to press butterfly light kisses across his neck, occasionally stopping to suck a particularly spot that I knew was extra sensitive into my mouth.

He woke with a low groan that started deep in his chest so I could hear and feel his body vibrate against me. At the same time, he pushed himself backwards into my waiting hardness.

Using every ounce of will in my body, I lean away from him.

But it's only for a moment; just long enough to lean back to the nightstand we keep next to the bed just for this purpose.

I grabbed the bottle and a condom and slipped it on before he could miss me.

I wrapped my body around his chilled one and moved my hands across the strong muscles of his back. Reaching down to where I wanted to be and where he wanted me, I popped the bottle open and pushed some of the warming liquid inside of him.

It only took a moment before he was ready for me.

Still laying out his side, I lined myself with him and pushed inside.

We groaned at the same time and reveled in our togetherness.

Nothing could tear us apart now.

We were joined in every way imaginable.

Four months ago and seven months after he was discharged from the hospital, Edward and I found ourselves on a beach near Edward's parents in Forks.

That beautiful evening with the sun setting at the horizon of the water, Edward held my hands in his and I slipped a platinum band on his long finger.

I could feel the cold metal of my own ring around my finger. I knew that if I reached out to him, I could feel his ring wrapped around his finger and slightly further, the leather cord that held the tiny shell I gave him in the hospital.

I told him it wasn't important now that I had the band on him, but he insisted it stay. I think it was acting as a reminder of everything it worked for during these months, of everything that mattered.

What mattered was that everyone who was important to us came to support us on our wedding day. It happened to be the same people who waited by my side in that hospital waiting room for weeks: Edward's parents, his grandparents (although I believe he was coerced to be there by Edward's grandmother), Edward's siblings and Bella.

Ironically, it was Emmett that stood as my best man. Things weren't perfect between us, but then there was only one whom I knew was perfection for me and I was currently buried eight inches inside of him.

But Emmett had spent most weekends in our guestroom following Edward's illness. During that time, we were forced to talk until we found that we shared more interests than we differed.

We both wanted nothing more than Edward's happiness.

And despite my loathing of the Seattle Seahawks, I could find someone to watch Sunday football with while Edward prattled on the phone with his sister halfway across the world.

Alice only had a long weekend to spend in Forks with us for our ceremony. She had limited time to take off and including a full day to travel each way to and from Paris, she was limited in the time she spent.

It was alright though; she made it to stand by her brother's side to act as his 'Best Woman.' Despite we insisted on getting married on the beach, Alice made sure we were both dressed in designer slacks and coordinating shirts with the sleeves rolled up to our elbows.

We said our vows which we wrote ourselves. We promised our souls and our bodies to each other until forever and with our signatures, those of Edward's siblings for our witnesses and the Justice of the Peace that we found to officiate the ceremony, we were legally bound in civil union by the State of Washington.

If you don't believe me, I can show you the card that I carry in my wallet.

Edward made fun of me because for the first month of our marriage I showed it to everyone who would stop long enough to listen to our story.

He made fun of me until I found him showing his own card to a stranger in the dairy section of the supermarket.

The day after our wedding, we traveled to Sea-Tac airport and boarded a plane to take us to our honeymoon destination.

We had been planning this vacation for so long and we enjoyed every second, some of it joined in the same way we are now, but also with me in his mouth, him in my mouth and him inside of me.

During his quarantine at home, he planned this from our flight to the champagne that waited for us in our private Italian villa on the Riviera.

It was the most beautiful place in the world and the most romantic two weeks of my life.

We spent days exploring the tiny Riviera towns, sampling cheese and wine. We spent more time swimming in a private lagoon, although swimming wasn't all we did.

We spent the most time in our room. We ordered room service more than once, reluctant to leave each other's embrace.

We had an incredible time, it was a time I will never forget, but eventually we had to come back to Washington.

When we arrived home, Edward regained control and propriety of CF.

Despite his stressful work load and heavy commitments, Edward was a different man.

He now sleeps in, although that is relative. During those first summer days, he woke up with the sun instead of before it. Sometimes he would wake me with him with soft kisses and wandering hands as I did this morning. Other times he would get up to complete his therapy and exercises in the gym before making us breakfast.

Edward worked hard for those four months following his discharge to regain his strength and mobility.

It was frustrating, some days he would yell or pout about his limitations, but every day the therapists came we all saw the improvements.

Before long, we were able to walk the six blocks together to our coffee shop, by the spring, we walked our favorite route to the coffee shop and around the waterline until the sun was high in the sky.

Edward worked hard in everything that he did from his recuperation to his career.

It took months of planning but one lunch meeting for him to convince Aro that CF was the best opportunity for him to maximize his investments and portfolio.

It was a joyous day for everyone when Aro signed the contracts. And best of all for me, during the intense company operations Edward learned to hire and trust others to divide the work.

Edward found a way to be home every day for dinner. Sometimes he worked short days at the office and came home from lunch. He usually spent a few hours in his home office, but that was typically after a full stomach and a few rounds together locked in our room.

This past Tuesday, Edward came to visit me at my campus office after my morning class.

He came holding a basket containing roast beef sandwiches, Dirty potato chips and a bottle of wine that we brought back from our honeymoon.

He quickly found the lock on my office door, effectively cancelling my office hours for the day and made love to me as I held on to the edge of my desk for dear life.

Now, I made love to him. I let him know he was my life, my reason for living every day.

"Jasper," I hear him gasp as I stilled and poured myself into him.

I wrap my arms around him and whisper my love.

He knows it.

I know it.

And today is just another day of our forever.