Happy four years to us. Thank you for continuing to read and review, it truly means so much.

XOXO,

Ash

The End

"Leah, come on," my husband said as he impatiently tugged me through the automatic doors. I struggled to hold onto the small duffle bag and dig through my purse while trying to keep up. I finally stopped and brought Edward, who still had a tight grip on my elbow, with me.

"You seriously need to check yourself before you wreck yourself, Cullen," I told him as I thrust the bag against his chest and adjusted my purse strap, having finally found my phone.

Edward huffed out a sigh and ran a hand through his silver-streaked hair. I resisted the urge to smile, to tug his hand away and pull him to me, to kiss him and tell him he was crazy…but only because we were in public.

"I'm nervous," he explained, and it took all I had not to laugh.

"We are going to be awesome at this," I whispered as I did all the things I wouldn't for myself. I pulled his hand away, smoothed down his hair (that he'd been pulling at for the better part of an hour), and kissed him gently.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I laughed quietly.

"As sure as a mother of six almost-normal children can be, Edward."

"It's the 'almost' part that worries me," he grumbled as we made our way to the elevator. I didn't say anything, though. I'd found in our thirty years of marriage that it was best to just let Edward brood when he needed to. The elevator ride was silent, and when it opened and I took Edward's hand, I realized he was shaking.

It would have been easy to tease him- to laugh it off, but I couldn't. Truth was, I was nervous, too.

"This is it." I squeezed his hand after the nurses had buzzed us in and we were standing outside the door they'd directed us to.

"Don't forget to be awesome," he muttered to himself, and then gave me a heart-melting grin.

I nodded, with my heart stuttering in my chest (yes, even after all these years), and knocked softly on the door. It opened, and I felt myself and my husband relax at the grin that greeted us.

"Hey," Daniel said, looking tired but blissful as he threw his arms around us both. "I'm so glad you're here. Come on." He let us quickly into the small, sterile room, practically buzzing with excitement.

"Hi," our daughter-in-law greeted us, with a smile that rivaled Daniel's, and Edward squeezed my hand tightly. I gave him a squeeze back, but quickly dropped his hand to join Julia. Her hair was messy and her eyes were tired, but she was truly glowing as she gazed down at the little bundle in her arms. "I can't believe he's here," she said quietly.

"I think you did good, kid." I smiled as I sat down next to her and brushed her hair from her face.

"Thanks, Mom," she replied softly.

"Now give me my grandson," I said, holding out my hands. Julia laughed and slipped the baby into my awaiting arms. Tears filled my eyes as I gazed down at his perfect little face, eyes closed and perfect lips pursed.

"I can't stop staring at him," Julia whispered.

"Oh, he's perfect. Edward, he's so perfect," I said as I glanced at my husband on to find that he and Daniel had stayed by the door. Edward's hand was on Daniel's shoulder and their heads were bowed. I could hear Edward's voice now: quiet, reverent. It wasn't until his whispered "amen" and after he kissed our son's cheek and hugged him tightly, that he turned to me.

"Of course he is, sweetheart. He's ours, after all." Edward grinned as he made his way toward us. He stopped to kiss Julia's head before expertly pulling the baby into his arms. "Don't you think he looks like me?"

"Yeah, you're both wrinkly," I teased, but my husband only smiled.

Damn, the old man- my old man- looked good holding a baby.

"Hello there," he whispered, holding the baby close. "You are so deeply loved."

I smiled and felt Julia's hand slip into mine and felt the pressure from her squeeze. Tears were in her eyes, so I lifted her hand to my cheek and rested it there.

"So loved," I whispered, and she nodded.

"We've been wrestling with names all day. Carlisle or Harry, we can't decide," Daniel said, with a look on his face so serious that Edward and I turned to each other with eyebrows raised. "Why didn't you guys ever use those names for any of us?"

"Those are horrible names, Daniel. Please don't name this precious child Carlisle," Edward said with a shake of his head.

"C'mon, Dad! It's a great name! And don't you want your grandson to be named after his great-grandfather? Maybe we can find a way to mix the names together and-"

"Stop," I said, before he could go any further, and watched my eldest son's façade fall.

"You know me well, Mom." He winked and Julia laughed quietly.

"Your father and I both loved our fathers very much, and were deeply saddened by losing them. We also felt the need to give you heathens your own identity…and didn't want to…look, our dads had weird names."

Daniel grinned, and then shrugged nonchalantly. "His name is Jude."

"A strong believer," Edward murmured, and then, "Hey, Jude," he sang softly.

"Jude Anthony," Julia told him, and Edward's smile grew.

"You're my favorite," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. Julia just giggled softly and kept her hand in mine.

"This will be easy, right?" Daniel asked, his giddiness seeming to slip away as worry invaded. Sometimes he was a little too much like me.

"The easiest thing you'll ever do," Edward reassured him with a smile in my direction.

"And the hardest," I added, gazing at my daughter-in-law.

"But the best?" she asked, and it was Daniel who answered before he stepped toward Edward and took his son into his arms.

"Absolutely."

"An adventure," Edward said with his eyes still on me, "Right, pretty girl?"

"One that's just getting started."