CPW: Can you believe we're already at the epilogue?

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CPW: Oh and I know some of you have been asking, but there's no sequel.

FLB11: Yeah, there will be a few outtakes posted but no sequel. CPW and I may have another story up our sleeves that will post one day

CPW: Oh don't tell them that because then they will want to know more about it.

FLB11: Okay then, we'll tell them it's about these two fucked up teens that can't sleep without each other. That works right?

CPW: Yeah… if we're writing the sequel to Wide Awake. LOL.

FLB11: We don't own Twilight; but we both watch Big Brother. Look out for the Meow Meow!

CPW: What straight man refers to himself as a pussy? Seriously? LOL

Three years later

BPOV

"Oh, you are so much worse than I was when I was pregnant. Are you sure this is where you want it?" Alice asked, trying to be helpful. However, she was clearly struggling with the task of putting up the new photo of Edward's that I had just gotten framed. In her defense, it was the tenth time I'd asked her to move it since my big six months pregnant stomach was preventing me from stretching my body in pretty much any capacity.

"I'm sorry, Alice. I just want it to be perfect for when Edward gets here. I know he loves this picture," I said proudly as I stared at the photo with a huge smile on my face. It was a photograph he'd taken before we were even together of the Manhattan skyline from the Brooklyn Bridge. He'd submitted it to the magazine a few months ago, to go along with a story that one of the columnists had been writing, and it had earned him some major success. I wanted to surprise him by putting a reminder of it in our coffee shop, where all of our friends and customers could see it.

Edward and I opened our coffee house, which we appropriately named Abbey Road Café, just after we were married two years ago. It had taken us a little longer than it should have to get the shop together, but we were so busy with the wedding that the two events were scheduled to happen at almost the same time. We opened Abbey Road as soon as we had gotten back from our honeymoon, and although the first year of business, combined with the first year of marriage had been hard, Edward and I managed to make it work. We were finally pulling in some profit now that we were two years into the business and it couldn't have come at a better time since our little girl was due to arrive in a little less than three months.

"I know, Bella. It's so great that you're doing this for him. He should be back with Jazz and Parker any minute."

I sighed, releasing all the nervous excitement that had built up from doing all of this while Edward was gone, and went to see how Maggie was doing with the inventory. Edward and I had been training her in running virtually every aspect of the shop – more than she already did – so that we would be prepared when the baby was born. Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie would also be helping out, but Alice and Jasper had their two-year old son, Parker, to chase after, in addition to handling their own stores. Rose and Emmett even offered to help but since they were trying to have a baby themselves, we didn't want to rely on them too much. Sure, we had other staff, but no one we trusted implicitly like we did Maggie.

"How are you doing, Maggie? Not so bad, right?" I asked as I crossed my arms and leaned my elbows on the counter to take a peek at what she was working on.

"Bella, it's no problem, I promise. You should go home and get some rest or something. You spend too much time here as it is," she said, looking at me with a stern gaze. We seriously lucked out when she agreed to follow us on our business venture; Edward and I couldn't have imagined our coffee house in better hands. Edward and I had initially been on a steep learning curve with the café and in the early goings it took a lot of my time, leaving less for my art. However, now that things had settled down a bit, I had managed to find a good balance between the coffee house, my art and my husband. Adding a baby to the mix was certainly going to wreak havoc on our lives, but we were ready for it.

"That's what I keep telling her, but do you think she listens to me? I'm only her husband," Edward said from behind, startling me. I turned around to face him and my breath caught as I watched him carrying a smiling Parker on his shoulders. Small tears formed in my eyes as I watched him with that sweet little boy and I realized that I couldn't wait to give him a daughter of his own.

"Says the man who fell asleep across the counter last week," I replied as I pushed myself off the counter and shuffled over to him. He placed Parker back down on the floor, which caused a little bit of an uproar.

"Unc Eward! No!" he said, stomping his foot in protest as his mouth formed into the cutest little pout. "Can I pease go back after you kiss Auntie Bwella?" I laughed heartily and wrapped my arms tightly around Edward. He kissed the tip of my nose and sighed, brushing a piece of hair from my face.

"Yes, but you're pregnant. You need to be resting, not working so much." Edward was trying to keep his attention on me, but no one within a ten mile radius could miss the 2 year old about to through a temper tantrum at his feet.

"Unc Eward!" Parker screamed loudly, the stomp of his foot once again demanding our attention.

"Yes, Parker, you can go up again, as soon as I am done talking some sense into Auntie Bella, okay?" Parker nodded his little head, sending his wild blonde hair bouncing. He looked so much like Jasper, but had the complete personality of Alice. The boy was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure. Edward turned back to face me as I prepared my weekly 'don't work too much' speech.

"I do not work that much. Now turn around, there is something I want you to see," I said, completely changing the subject before he tried to push me out of the shop and back to our place to rest, yet again. I put my hands on his arms and twisted his body around so he could see the photograph Alice and I had just finished putting on the wall.

"What the… did you hang that up? Bella, you really shouldn't be lifting something up that high," he said as he shifted himself to rub my back. I was beginning to wish I could pop the kid out sooner because he was overreacting over everything.

"Edward, I did not hang that photo up, I can't even move my body in any way that would make it possible. Well, I could, but you would scream at me. Alice did it. Now just shut up and enjoy it," I said as I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, calm down there, fireball. I'm sorry. I love it, Bella. Thank you," he said as he enveloped me in his embrace again and rubbed my stomach. I placed my hands over his and all too soon there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Do we seriously have to go through this every day? Emmett, I might consider holding off on the whole baby thing until I no longer have any desire to touch you. Edward and Bella are making me sick," Rosalie said from the doorway of the shop.

"But Rosie, that means we'll have to stop practicing, and I really don't want to have to go without twice the sex just yet," Emmett protested, not unlike Parker did a few minutes earlier. Then again, Emmett and the two year old did share virtually the same brain.

"Oh, up yours, Rose," I said, childishly sticking out my tongue at her.

"Up yours? Really?" Emmett said as he could barely contain his fit of giggles.

"Bella is trying to abstain from swearing around the baby," Edward said in my defense as he rubbed my back. He kissed my temple and resumed moving his hand soothingly around my baby belly. "In one of the books I was reading it said that the baby would be able to hear us soon and the last thing we wanted the baby to hear was us cursing."

"Well that's just fucking stupid," Emmett declared as Jasper swiftly shoved his hands over Parker's ears so that he couldn't hear the swearing. "How on earth do people know this shit? Do they ask the babies in the womb? Perhaps send them to on their little in utero laptops to give their opinions?"

"Ooh, that reminds me! I picked up another Beatles CD that we can play here in the store while I'm working," I said excitedly. Edward and I had agreed on playing the baby a lot of music, mostly the Beatles.

"Which bring us to the reason we're here. Alice, Jasper, Emmett and I voted, and we're giving you guys the weekend off. We can handle things here as long as we have Maggie's help. Plus George, Maisey and Matt will be in for their usual shifts, so you two better scram," Rosalie announced with determination in her eyes. Edward and I looked at each other nervously, but we both knew that she was right. We needed a break, even if all we did was lounge around at home and discuss baby names.

"Okay, fine. But be careful with the cappuccino machine, it's been very temperamental lately," I said as I searched my brain for more information that they should all know. "Oh, and Alice, ease up on the amount of syrup you put in the latte's. I felt like I was ready to run a marathon yesterday after you made me that caramel latte and it was decaf!"

"Let's go, Bella, you and I both know that they'll be fine," Edward said, tugging on my arm. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had something to do with this, but as I thought about it, my feet were beginning to throb.

"Where are we going?" I asked, grabbing Edward's hand as he opened the passenger side door of the new Volvo XC90 we'd purchased about a month ago. Neither of us really wanted to be using public transportation now that I was pregnant, and we were even more adamant about it when we thought about carrying a baby on the subway. The subway was great for me as I traveled around as a young artist, but I'm the more I thought about it, the less likely I was to bring our newborn on a train.

"I know a place we can go," Edward declared with a little spark in his eye as I smiled tentatively at him.

We drove for about ten minutes through fairly light Manhattan traffic and my face lit up when I saw we had reached Central Park. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" I asked, taking his hand as he helped me get out of the car. Well, as much as I let him help; I wasn't exactly that huge. Yet.

"Yes, Van, you have," Edward said with a snarky smile across his face.

"Hardy har har."

"I told you 'bout Strawberry Fields," Edward sang with a smile and also incredibly off key.

"You know the place where nothing is real?" I countered, swinging my feet in contentment as we sat on one of the benches in Strawberry Fields, in front of the 'Imagine' mosaic. "You're such a dork," I told him with a grin creeping up on my face. However, he was my dork.

"Yep, but you wouldn't have me any other way," he said, leaning in kissing my lips tenderly.

"Nope," I smiled against his kiss, feeling the warm sun shine down upon us.

We were being complete fools, but neither of us cared. It was a beautiful spring day and the park was glimmering with sunshine and the happy faces of adults and children alike. Beautiful flowers and silken rose petals surrounded the mosaic, and we couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. Edward and I sat on a bench, hand-in-hand, just enjoying the weather and the music provided by two men playing guitars, who were serenading all of those around Strawberry Fields. It was really very surreal.

"I'll be right back," Edward whispered into my ear. He kissed my cheek softly, getting up with his new Nikon proudly in his grasp. He started snapping pictures of the musicians and the flowers surrounding the words below his feet and I leaned back into the bench. I pulled my sketchpad from my small, colorful patchwork bag that I carried with me everywhere, because what would a day in the park be if Edward were taking photos and I wasn't sketching? That's like having a peanut butter sandwich, without the jelly. It just doesn't work, because there's nothing to cut the stickiness of the peanut butter. It just doesn't mesh well.

I stared at him, because in my opinion, there were very few things that were sexier than Edward taking photos. I loved to watch him get lost in it, capturing the perfect moment, as he did something he loved so much. I saw the ring on his left hand flicker in the sunlight and I smiled to myself because he wore my ring on his finger every day. I loved the warmth that spread through me when I thought how everyone in the park knew that he was mine. Well, they knew he belonged to someone, but they probably figured it was me, considering we were all over each other from the moment we got into the park earlier in the day.

I toyed with the two rings on my own finger as I watched him, my diamond and sapphire antique engagement ring bringing a huge grin to my face as I remembered the moment Edward proposed to me, which seemed so long ago. I pulled myself from my memories and turned my attention to the other people in the park, searching for the perfect subject to fill the next page in my sketchpad. I was tempted to sketch Edward's ass, but I knew I had to focus on something else, so I turned my attention to a little girl, sitting on a nearby bench with her mother, simply enjoying each other's company. I began drawing the pair, getting up and covertly walking around so I could get a closer look.

The wind was caressing my face as I sketched through the stray hairs blowing loose, when I felt a pair of strong arms slid around my waist, and I was startled for a moment until I realized who it was. "Getting any ideas?" Edward asked, rubbing my stomach softly. I left the world of my drawing and everything else snapped back into place as I turned to look into his beautiful green eyes, only to find myself quickly getting lost in those too.

"Yeah, I need to sit down," I said, realizing that I had been standing longer than I thought and my lower back was killing me.

"Okay, babe," Edward said as he grabbed my hand and walked us back to the bench we had been perched on earlier. Well, he walked. I waddled. "Just a few more months," he said with an excited glint in his eyes as he patted my stomach once we sat down.

"I know. We don't even have any names picked out yet," I laughed. I knew we still had plenty of time before our little girl was born, but I was eager to give her a name already.

However, as soon as I mentioned giving our daughter a name, I got the strangest sense of déjà vu. It was creepy. Like, I was shivering on an abnormally warm spring day, kind of creepy. My mouth hung open as I stared at the flowers in front of us, and I immediately knew the name of our daughter.

"Bella? You okay, baby?" Edward asked, his voice straining with concern. He placed his hand on my shoulder as I nodded my head, although I was still plenty stunned. I was literally living a dream I'd had when I was in the hospital nearly four years ago.

"Lily."

"Lily? What are you talking about?" Edward immediately twisted his body to face me, while at the same moment turning me toward him. "Bella, you have goose bumps. Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine. Edward, do you remember a few years ago when I told you about a dream I had in the hospital? The one where I recognized my engagement ring from?" He nodded his head and I continued my still surreal explanation. "It's happening again. In my dream, we sat right here and named our daughter. Lily."

"Really?" he asked. His face held an expression that was a goofy form of shocked. He was smiling his lop-sided grin, and staring down at my stomach as if this were the first time he'd seen it. He bent his head down, and rested it on my stomach with care. "Lily," he repeated as he kissed and caressed it with love. "I love it."

I sighed contentedly and stroked his hair. "Me too. Now all we need to do is wait for her to finish cooking and come out."

EPOV

"What do you want from Santa for Christmas, Lily?" I asked Lily sweetly as she sat on the floor between my legs and we played happily with some of the lettered blocks. She grabbed the C and the S letters, smashing them together in her tiny little hands as she cheered excitedly.

"Toys!" Lily screamed at the top of her lungs as I simply laughed at her exuberance. Lily was the spitting image of Bella with the same chocolate brown eyes and gorgeous smile. She was bald the moment she was born back in August of last year, but even then she looked just like my beautiful wife. Now, Lily was 16 months old with short curly brown hair and she was the light of my life. I was so thankful that I freelanced, and earned a decent enough living that I could spend a lot of time during the day with her because everything she did fascinated me.

"I already told you that you were getting lots of toys," declared Renee as she came into the living room with a drink clutched in her hand and Phil at her side.

"She's not supposed to know that, Renee. You are giving away the mystique of Santa Claus."

"She's one… she has no idea what I am saying half the time," Renee replied, attempting to defend herself as Charlie strolled in behind her, Bella following close behind.

"Well, we want Lily to think there is a Santa Claus, so don't ruin it for her," I replied, trying to sound sweet for Lily's sake, yet threatening enough that Renee would get the point. I looked at Lily as I spoke to Renee, and as she stared back at me, her innocent eyes seemed to grow with the love she was reflecting back at me.

"Hon, did I forget to tell you how Renee ruined Christmas for me when I was five?" Bella asked as Renee sat down on the couch beside Phil and took a long swig of her drink. She narrowed her eyes at Bella, no doubt asking her not to say anything, but Bella just shook her head and smiled. "You are not getting out of this one, Mom. So, I was five years old and I came home from seeing my Grandma Swan with my dad and found Renee in the kitchen wrapping gifts. She claimed that she was 'helping' Santa because he was so busy and I sweetly offered to help, since I didn't want Santa to be overloaded with gift wrapping. After all, he had so many presents to deliver on Christmas Eve, right?"

"Bella, when will you get over this? The story isn't funny anymore," Renee snapped as Phil and Charlie urged Bella on, knowing full well the story was still hilarious.

"Anyway, so Renee hands me some gifts to help her wrap. Lo and behold on Christmas morning when I start to unwrap my presents, and they are the same fricking ones I wrapped thinking I was helping Santa. Mom was so tired of all my questions and nagging that she just gave up and told me Santa wasn't real."

"Nice way to spoil the holidays for your kid there, Renee," Charlie chuckled from the armchair Bella had gotten for my birthday a few months ago.

"Oh shut it there, Chief," Renee chided angrily as she turned towards Charlie. "If I do recall, didn't you run over her cat Snowball and she was none the wiser?"

"What the hell, Dad? You told me Snowball ran away!" Bella shouted angrily, clearly upset that her cat had died at the hands – or tires – of her father.

"Jesus Christ, Renee, you kept that shit quiet for over twenty years and you had to bring it up now?"

"Jeebus," Lily shouted beside me happily as she banged more blocks together and then stood up shakily to run over to Bella, clutching her leg tightly. Bella lifted her up and nuzzled close to her as Lily giggled heartily. I had to admit that despite Bella's reservations when we first found out we were expecting, she was an extraordinary mother.

Shortly after Lily was born, Bella finally decided it was time to do the nursery. We had decided on a music theme in pinks, whites and purples, and Bella painted our daughter's name in calligraphy on the wall, Lily Madeline. There were music notes and polka dots all over the room, with little musical accents like guitars, violins and flutes painted on the wall. Along the very top was a border of song lyrics from the Beatles.

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

When Bella was pregnant, I used to sing that song to her belly on a regular basis and the meaning simply skyrocketed when Lily was born. When she was really cranky and wouldn't calm down, it would take me cuddling her in my arms or rocking her in the chair in her bedroom while singing that song to her before she would relax and fall back to sleep.

As Bella went to sit beside Charlie, who was busy watching Sportscenter on TV, while cradling Lily, there was a loud knock on the front door and Renee suddenly shrieked excitedly. The door flew open and in stumbled my mother, dressed in a faux fur coat and a huge fur hat. I understood that this was Christmastime in Manhattan, but she was dressed ridiculously. As I stood up to greet my mother, Renee lunged forward and wrapped herself around her like they were long distance lovers who hadn't seen each other in ages. The thought completely grossed me out and I shook my head as my mother reached towards me for a hug.

"Is that any way to greet your mother?" she said with a pout as I leaned in a kissed her cheek gently. "Edward, be a dear and go help your father with the luggage. I'm certain I packed way too much. I've been shopping for this Christmas since the last one ended." I let out a small groan as my mother then pushed me out of the way and made a beeline for Bella and Lily. "Oh my gosh, she has gotten so big. Come to Grandma Esme," my mother shouted loudly as Lily began crying profusely, no doubt scared by the crazy looking Muppet who just tried to accost her.

"I think you scared the kid, Es," laughed Charlie as he helped my mother out of her coat and Phil went to the door to help me get the luggage. My mother was right, she had completely over packed. There were four huge suitcases sitting at the curb as Phil and I grabbed them while my father paid for the cab. It was almost twenty minutes later, after calming Lily down and getting my parents settled, that we were able to all sit in the comfort of the living room and relax.

Bella and I had finally become homeowners during the summer before Lily was born, buying a decent sized brownstone in the village with some inheritance from my family. I didn't really need the money since we had a good savings account thanks to our jobs and the coffee shop, so we thought real estate was a decent investment. The house was three levels and had four bedrooms, so thankfully there was a lot of room for our families to come and visit. Unfortunately for us, they all loved to do it at the same time.

Our living room was a little cramped with seven adults, dozens of toys, an infant who was walking like a machine and our huge Christmas tree. It was December 23rd and thankfully Christmas would be upon us soon, but as Bella sat on my lap, with Lily perched in her arms, I felt a huge surge of relief run through me. It was funny how this was everything I had always wanted; the wonderful wife, the perfect daughter and the great, albeit, eccentric family.

The moms began chatting wildly as they cracked into a few bottles of wine that Bella and I had picked up for the holidays. "Can you ladies slow your roll, at the rate you are going Bella and I are going to need to buy all the wine in Manhattan just to get through Christmas Day," I said with a smile, though I wasn't joking.

"Oh Edward, don't be such a pussy," my mother shouted as all eyes turned to look at her and she looked both shocked and excited at what she had called me.

"Esme," my father said smoothly as he tried to chastise her, but she just winked at him and it made me feel weird, and not in a good way.

"Oh cool it, Carlisle. I say worse things than that at home," she declared as my father just shook his head, but Renee, Phil and even Charlie seemed interested to know what she would say back in Chicago. "Did you know I once asked one of Carlisle's assistants if the carpet matched the curtains? I heard it on some TV show one day and I had no idea what it meant. Then she whispered to me that she had hardwood and I so was confused. Thank god Renee showed me how to Giggle something on the computer."

"Google, mother. It's called Google, not giggle."

"Google, giggle… potato, patatoe… who gives a shit?"

"Esme, did you notice that Lily is still awake, do you think you can watch your mouth?" Bella asked politely as Lily let out a small yawn and I was thankful that it was almost her bedtime. Suddenly, laughter broke out in the room as my mother stuck out her bottom lip and began to stare down at her mouth, her eyes going cross eyed in the process.

"Sorry Bella, can't see watch my mouth," my mother declared with a slur in her voice as she stood up and grabbed the arm of the couch to balance herself. "Come on, Renee, let's go do another one of those shots we had after I walked in."

"You mean the jingle bell?" Renee asked as she moved from Phil's side and began moving into the kitchen with my mother following close behind her.

"If that was the name of that tasty red and green thing, then yes, please… give me more."

Charlie, Phil and my father decided it would be best to follow the women into the kitchen to make sure nothing got broken or they didn't injure themselves, leaving me, Bella and Lily alone for the first time since Bella's family had flown in to New York two days earlier.

Lily let out another yawn and I looked at the clock on the mantel and decided it was probably best if she went to bed, so Bella and I took her in to the kitchen to say goodnight to everyone and then carried her upstairs to her nursery.

I quickly changed her diaper and put lotion on her little body before Bella handed me her Christmas pajamas, with little snowmen all over them. Once she was all ready for bed, Bella rocked her for a little bit while I cleaned up and fixed the bed so Lily could sleep comfortably. Esme had arrived with yet another stuffed animal, this time it was a creepy looking narwhal that I ended up shoving in the back of the closet because it freaked Lily out. Hell, it freaked Bella and me out.

My mother was really trying to be a great grandmother, but she was overdid it sometimes, thus making Lily a little stressed. Every time she visited, she showered Lily in gifts and clothes that weren't really needed, and Bella had tried to talk to her about being a little more relaxed about everything. Considering how much she and Renee had pushed us about having a kid in the first place, I was surprised to see how my mother was reacting. As we laid Lily into her bed and closed the door a bit, making sure the baby monitor was on, I reassured Bella that I would talk to my mother over the next few days and try to get her to calm down.

Of course, as we descended the stairs after being away for almost thirty minutes and saw Renee and Esme prancing around while wearing tinsel around their necks, I knew that this night was definitely not the time to talk to my mother. She was with her best friend and was clearly three sheets to the wind. Either she was a lightweight or she had chugged her weight in booze since she came in the house almost an hour and a half earlier.

Bella and I finally reached the bottom step, as Renee and Esme stopped in front of us and then looked at each other with a twinkle in their eye before they turned to look at Bella and I. Then they both spoke at exactly the same time and it was extremely creepy. "So, when are you guys having another baby?"

I looked over at Bella who simply smiled at me with a wide grin and nodded her head slowly before entwining her fingers in mine. It was times like these that I was thrilled that one night, almost five years ago, I stumbled into a chat room online and began talking about the Beatles with the most beautiful girl alive.

"Actually, we weren't going to tell you until Christmas morning, but Bella is due in June." I moved our joined hands over her small stomach and began rubbing it gently, knowing that very soon she would be showing again and we would be adding to our family. As I looked at my wife and kissed her temple sweetly, I realized that my life was exactly how I wanted it. Perfect.

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