Yay! Redundant Disclaimer Time! *clears throat * I don't own anything copyrighted but I did pre-order New Moon!

I'd like to take some time and thank everyone who has honored me by reading Black Swan. I know it may have not been the ride you'd thought or hoped for, but I sincerely hope that you've enjoyed it nonetheless. You're ever present words of encouragement throughout this journey have given me hope in humanity and the idea that we are more than just selfish jerks lol.

I may never meet a single one of you outside of our mutual friend, the computer, but know that I love you!

Okay, now that I've went and made an ass out of myself, here we are for one last time....

Black Swan

Epilogue

Bella Masen

"So, Mrs. Masen, are you going to be doing a sequel in the near future?" the sleek blonde haired reporter inquires, her fake smile screaming to be caved in after spending the entire interview eye-fucking my mate.

"Actually, we are going to finally go on our long overdue honeymoon now that my wife's book tour is done," my husband replies, his polite smile firmly intact despite the ravenous way the woman has leered at him during the course of the interview.

"Want to give your legions of loyal fans time to begin a campaign for a follow up?" she cackles, making me wonder why upstanding television stations employ harpies that laugh like hyenas, "Can't say that I blame you though, it will definitely ensure the success of your next installment."

In the span of a heart beat, her presumptuous attitude shifts from annoying to downright insulting. I get to my feet, my husband matching my movement perfectly. "Unlike you, you lobotomized half-wit," I sneer, angling my body so that it is between her hungry eyes and my spouse, "I don't do this for the money, I do it because I am an avid reader who happened to get a chance to share my own imagination with others. That is why I refused to go with a cardboard cut out publisher and why my book signings were always off limits to the press. It's because of vultures like you," I take a step in the direction she is seated and fight back a smile when she barely contains a fearful cringe, "And if I ever see or hear of you approaching my husband ever again, I will rip that nasty ass weave from your scalp and take a needle to those fake tits and pop them. This interview is over."

I peel the tiny microphone from the collar of my shirt and throw it in her lap before grabbing my husband's hand and storming off of the set. He ghosts behind me, allowing me to lead us out into the chill evening.

I'm not in the mood to wait for the limo that the studio provided and start down the sidewalk, wishing like hell we could just teleport to our hotel room and shut out the world for a little while.

We walk for a few blocks before my mate bursts into laughter, "I thought she was going to faint when you threatened to tear her weave out and deflate her implants!"

I try to scowl, but my lips curl up into a smile instead, "You are such an ass sometimes. I didn't need to read her mind to know what she was thinking about you. They all think alike. Why is he with such an ugly nobody? It has to be for the money because she looks like a train wreck."

He pulls me to a stop and gives me a tender kiss, "I don't care what she was thinking Bella, because she was just one more superficial bitch in a long line of superficial bitches. I have the only woman I have ever or will ever want right here, in my arms. Can I make a suggestion though?"

I sigh and drop my head onto his chest, "You're going to anyways Edward, so have at it."

His pale fingers caress the underside of my chin before lifting my head and searching my eyes out, "Love of my life, how do you ever expect to sell your book if you keep threatening the people trying to get it mainstream exposure? You are a vampire, my angel, no one on this earth would be able to pry me away from you, even if I ever wanted it, which I don't, so stop worrying."

"Edward, what would you do if we were in a room full of men, in front of a camera, and you discovered that they were all thinking very carnal thoughts about me?" The answering growl is immediate and fierce. "See? I'm not the only one who gets all overprotective when it comes to my mate."

He bows his head in defeat, "You're right, I'm sorry," he gives me another feathery kiss then tugs on my hand, "We'd better get home since we ditched our 'security team' again."

I listen to our laughter as it echoes along the buildings, "Yeah, Emmett and the boys are going to be pissed. Serves them right though, all the times they've dumped us to go do something stupid."

"Claire and Randall running off to Vegas to elope so they could avoid Alice wasn't stupid," he retaliates while lifting me over a large puddle as we cross the street, "I still can't believe she imprinted on our daughter's ex. I thought her and Quil were going to be a sure thing."

"Or that Embry would imprint on McKenna," I agree with a slight head shake, "Though the biggest shock is when Quil imprinted on that girl when we went to Universal Studios. I think it scared him as much as it did her."

"Good thing she was a fan of horror movies?" Edward lamely offers with that mind boggling crooked smirk.

I half heartedly throw an elbow at him, which he easily dances around, "Keep it up Grandpa and I'll tell the monsters that you're being mean to grandma again."

A mask of mock horror takes over his features, "Oh shit, we've got them all weekend too, don't we?"

"It's is Seth and Leah's birthday tomorrow and all either of them asked for was a few days of peace and quiet with their spouses. It was the least we could do for them," I reply with a solemn nod, then chuckle, "Who would have thought that both of our twins would also have twins?"

"I blame you and your freaky Swan genes," he grumbles and winds an arm around my waist as we enter the grandiose lobby of the hotel.

I keep quiet as we enter the elevator and ride it to the top floor, which is currently filled to capacity with our entire extended family. Music blaring from one of the suites open doors assaults us as soon as the metal doors retreat.

"Deilynne Joy Call, turn that music down!" Embry shouts at his teenager daughter as he emerges from another room.

"Then tell the twerps to stop squealing like retarded pigs! I can hear them through the wall! I freakin' hate Spongebob!" a melodic voice shouts back just before a curvy woman with blue black hair appears in the doorway where the music is emanating from.

"DJ, don't talk to your dad like that," Edward chides her in his stern 'dad' voice, "It's bad manners to be disrespectful to your parents when all they have ever done is try to give you the best life possible."

"Sorry Uncle Edward, sorry dad," she answers in a much quieter voice, her green eyes studiously inspecting her bright purple toenails.

"How much longer are we going to be in Chicago?" Embry asks morosely. I understand his feelings, I can't wait to get to our new home in New Hampshire either.

"Gamma! Gampa!" a chorus of tinkling voices interrupt, followed by a small herd of children running into the hall and in our direction. I watch the minute shift in Edward's stance as he readies himself to be attacked by four four year olds, two dark haired burly boys and two more dainty, but equally as dangerous, auburn haired girls. I do the brave thing and hide behind my husband.

Hunter and Gavin hit their grandfather's legs first, but seconds later, Rainne and Jade are trying to climb up their cousins to reach Edward's arms. "Agh! Help Gamma! I'm being attacked by evil munchkins!" he shouts as the children clamor over him, but the look in his eyes tells the world that there is no place he'd rather be.

Suddenly I am scooped up by familiar arms and thrown over their shoulder, "Sorry, no can do pops, you're wife's presence has been requested of by her sister, "Jasper snickers and swats my upturned rear for good measure.

"Goddamn you, you senile old Viking, put me down!" I screech as he carries me none too gracefully away from my mate and grandkids.

"Sorry sis, you know I love you, but I'm not all that fond of having my balls kept in a jar for the next month, " he replies, sounding sincere in his regret, "You know it was only a matter of time before she had you cornered anyways baby girl, so it's best not to fight, it will only make things more painful."

I cross my arms over my chest petulantly as he sits me in a chair positioned between my sisters. "We just get home and you have your husband abduct me before I even get a chance to say hello to our grandchildren?!" I growl at Alice, who is smiling triumphantly.

"Oh, come on Bella, don't pull that shit," Rosalie smirks from my other side as the evil demented pixie disappears in search of the elusive dress, "You are getting married two days after we move in and this is the only chance we have to do your fitting."

"Erm, guys, it's not like it's going to fit any different now than it did two weeks ago," I groan while Alice re-appears with the garment bag.

"It's principle of it Bella," she scowls and opens the bag to reveal the royal blue handkerchief dress. I tentatively reach out and gloss my fingers over the white flower beading that covers the bust, "I can't believe you picked out a dress that hides your curves instead of showing off that rocking body!"

My hand falls away from the fabric and I let out a sigh, "Because Alice, once you are the fat chick, you are the fat chick for the rest of your life, it doesn't matter what size you are after that. I don't like people looking at me , so you're damn lucky I'm not going in a garbage bag."

"Leave her alone Ali," Rose chimes just as our sister is about to launch into a tirade, "It's Bella and Edward's wedding, not yours. Her and our brother have literally been through hell and back to get this far and if you keep pushing, it might be another twenty years before Bella is confident enough to try being married again. Do you honestly think you could wait forty years to see them finally take the plunge?"

"Fine," tiny woman growls and seals the bag containing my dress, "But let the record show that I do this under protest. Getting married in a whatever dress, barefoot, on the beach, and with Jasper conducting the ceremony no less!"

"Get over it," our blonde sister snorts and waves her hand in dismissal, "Better run now Bella, before Alice has another bright idea that's likely to have you and Edward running for Vegas like she did with some of our other relatives."

I don't have to be told twice, exiting the room at full vampire speed in search of the man who has played my husband publicly since I became a well known author, but will finally become my real husband in less than a week's time.

"Alice and Rose torturing you again love?" my soul mate inquires with a raised eyebrow as he sets down two bowls of popcorn on the coffee table for our grandchildren.

I shake my head and give him a kiss, "Alice tried to, but Rose stopped her with the threat that we might run away to Vegas and get married if she kept her shit up."

He nods in understanding after sitting down in an overstuffed chair and pulling me into his lap, "What crisis was she having this time?"

"My dress, as usual," I grumble, then chuckle as our granddaughters climb into our laps with their snack.

"Gamma, what's wong wif your dwess?" Jade inquires as I plant a kiss into her auburn curls.

"Your Nana seems to think that blue isn't a nice color to marry your grandpa in," I explain to her and exchange a grin with my soon to be husband.

Rainne's face scrunches up with confusion and her bright blue eyes flash with annoyance, "Why does Nana care? She's not mawying Gampa, you are."

"Nana is just being super cautious, that's all sweetheart, "Edward answers her and musses her long locks, "Nothing you need to worry about."

Both of the girls give a shrug and let the subject drop, quickly being drawn back into the movie that is on the television.

As I snuggle into my mate's chest and observe our grandchildren laughing and chattering on about the film, I realize that although I had to lose everything to get here, my life is perfect.

*wipes tear * And there you have it. Not gone, not dead, just moving to New England to live their lives (hopefully) in peace.

Can you give this story one last hurrah guys and gals? Hit the little green button and fire away! Lol Just remember that I love you all, even if you're mean to me! :-P