First of all, thanks so much to bab1067 for her amazing help with this story. This story is winding down, and I think I'm going to write five or six short epilouges. Here's the first. Let me know what you think.

EPOV

June, two years later

I stood in front of the mirror in Bella's and my bathroom, shaving my face carefully. I heard Bella down the hall, wrestling with Ethan, trying to get him dressed.

It has been about two years since Bella and I returned from Hawaii. Things had been better between us ever since. We were more happily married now then when we were newlyweds. Now, I would be lying if I said that we don't fight; but it's a healthy fighting now. Lately, we'd been having one fight over and over again.

Today, I am graduating from medical school. I was offered an amazing job in Chicago at Rush University hospital. About six months ago, Charlie had passed away. I couldn't take Bella away from here; not from the only family she had left. She told me, time and time again that she wanted to go, but I didn't believe her until about a week ago, when she had a complete mental breakdown and began sobbing uncontrollably. I had to have my parents come take the kids away. We'd talked for hours that night, about everything. The next morning, I called Rush to accept the position. Bella had convinced me that if we were going to move, now would be the time to do it, while our kids were still small. Melanie was starting preschool in the fall; my little girl, I couldn't believe she would be old enough for preschool soon! It just couldn't be possible. I heard Bella giggle, and turned to see her standing against the doorway, dressed in an old ratty band t-shirt and my boxers.

"You're adorable when you're concentrating on something," she said, moving to sit on the counter. I smiled, spreading her legs and pulling her to the edge of the counter. I handed her the razor.

"Finish for me?" I was too nervous to continue and with her in the room, I would no doubt end up with at least 12 cuts on my face. She smiled and nodded, taking the razor, gently finishing my face. I stared into her eyes and if it was possible, fell a little more in love with her.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked with a smile.

"How much I love you, and that I can't believe after ten years, I still continue to fall in love with you; over and over again." I told her honestly. She smiled up at me.

"I love you too," she said simply, rinsing the end of my razor under the faucet.

"Are you ready for today?" she asked softly. I smiled and nodded.

"Finally, I'll be glad to be done with this and move on with the rest of our lives, even if we are moving". I said, shrugging my shoulders lightly.

"I don't know if I've told you this lately, but I'm so proud of you," she said, her eyes glistening with tears. I kissed the tip of her nose.

"You tell me that everyday". I said simply.

As she finished, she washed my face off with a warm washcloth. I smiled, kissing her softly as I moved to the bathroom cabinet to get aftershave.

"Edward?" she whispered. I whirled around at the tone of her voice. She looked nervous. Her ankles were crossed and she was swinging her legs, biting on her bottom lip.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice creaking out of nervousness. She began wringing her hands. I forced myself to swallow as I moved back over to her.

"Baby, what is it?" I asked. She took a deep breath as she took my hands in hers.

"I'm pregnant".