Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns all things pertaining to Twilight. I do not own a damn thing.

Millions of thanks to my amazing Beta, RandomCran. You are so very much appreciated, thank you for sticking it out to the end.

So, yeah – Tracy is pregnant, again. And it's a few days before the wedding. *sighs*

YES. We have reached the end of the tale of these two unlikely lovers. Their path wasn't an easy one and I appreciate all of you for hanging in there. You guys rock.

EPOV

My brain could not process this information. Again.

It couldn't be happening. Again.

We were finally on our way to our happily ever after. Again.

What god in what universe is allowing this to happen? Again.

I knew that we had been having the best sex ever. But why hadn't we even had the sprinkling of an idea about contraception? What were we - seventeen?

That fact and that we had been through the horror of losing one baby should have made us wiser. Fuck!

I don't think I could bloody well watch Tracy go through that kind of torture again. Everything inside of me screamed at the merciless gods in our lives to fucking give her a god-damned break!

The look of desperation on Tracy's face was palpable. The fear radiated from her every movement. Her eyes betrayed her words.

If left to her own musings, I knew she was likely to spiral downward and I had to stop that from happening. It was my most vital duty. I had to get my shit together and be the man she needed me to be.

We had an appointment with the doctor in a few days to discuss the 'situation'. She was trying to be stoic and positive, but only for my sake.

Bloody hell.

I could feel the fragility of the tethers holding her from falling to pieces. Her eyes were wildly scanning every room. I wasn't sure what she was searching for, but I kept physical contact with her as much as possible. She had to know that I was there for her. I wouldn't let her down. She could fall apart and not do it alone. I had to shove my own freak out to the outer edges of my mind.

Freak out. Yes. I was pretty damn close to that myself. I had to keep it from happening. Could I? I wasn't sure. Time would be the teller of this tale.

Perhaps our combined will to survive this obstacle… Obstacle? It was a baby!

That's nice, Cullen. A fucking obstacle! You have the potential to be a father… a paternal figure… a role model… someone another living individual will depend on for their very existence. And you call that person a 'fucking' obstacle? Sad. You're a freaking side show, Cullen. You don't know your arse from your brain. Get your shit together… and damned fast!

X-X-X-X

The doctor appointment came none too soon. We were both crawling up the walls, not knowing what the hell we were doing. I think we were on auto-pilot. We'd wake up, eat breakfast, read on the balcony, eat lunch, nap, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed. The cycle repeated itself every fucking day until the appointment.

I didn't think I took my eyes off Tracy for longer than five minutes at any given time. I was always on alert for signs. Signs of, you know, problems. The same problems which had previously resulted in the loss of our baby not that long ago. Any miniscule change in her mannerisms, normal movement or breathing - any fucking thing - and I was about ready to call 9*1*1.

I obviously was on hyper alert mode. I think I needed to be on valium or something. I was so uptight that I could feel the metal coil wound up inside my gut, ready to implode.

Finally, the appointment. The doctor was reassuring. We both breathed a collective sigh of relief.

We could do this. We had to do this. Tracy wanted to do this. For me, for us. She was an awesome individual whom the gods had blessed me with. There had to be some rhyme or reason to what we were going through. There damned well better be.

I didn't know who or what I had to destroy if things went badly. But I sure as hell would find out and it would be a bloodbath. That was a given. It had to work out. This had to be our happily ever after. Life couldn't be so cruel as to not give us this piece of joy.

We were silent on the ride home. Until her panic attack hit at the halfway mark. Jasper pulled over to the side of the highway on the shoulder. I began patting her back and coaching her on her breathing. How many times had we been through this? This taste was all I needed to make me seriously consider ending the pressure Tracy was feeling. But I just couldn't do it. She wanted this. She was making the ultimate sacrifice, for us. We would figure this out. We finally managed to continue our journey home.

Home - to our future. Our future. Our family. Family? Would we be adding another member to our little 'family'? We started praying each night. From somewhere deep inside of us we yearned to know that a higher power could dictate our future. And if we believed hard enough he would listen to our fervent prayers. Prayers for life. Prayers for good health. Prayers for protection. We clung onto that with everything we were worth.

Tracy began reading books on divine intervention and guides that taught how to pray effectively. The house became littered with books of all shapes, sizes, colours and thicknesses. I think she actually had read every single word of every single book, even the author's notes and bibliographies. That's where she picked up the names of other books to buy and then read those as well.

I think it was her brain's coping mechanism; keeping itself occupied and full of knowledge to crowd out any negative thoughts. We didn't really have lengthy conversations. She was continually reading.

I wanted to distract her from that, but every time an attempt was made she would just sulk and drag herself around until I relented and let her get back to it.

I was beginning to become truly concerned when suddenly one day she just stopped. No warning. No gradual slowing of pace. She just stopped and sat there. She was deep in thought.

I was scared as hell to find out what she was thinking. She didn't look sad. She didn't look happy either. The vibe she emitted was one of contentment. I didn't know how I could exactly tell, but that was the only emotion I saw on her face.

I slowly walked over to where she was sitting by the fireplace, knelt before her, took her hands in mine and gazed into her sky-blue eyes. Those were the eyes I'd fallen in love with on the first day we'd met. I could dive into them and never feel the need to say a word. But I had to say something. I had to find out what had changed.

"Baby… you stopped reading. Tell me, why?" I squeezed her hands lightly to coax an answer from her. That's when a single tear escaped her right eye, traveled down her cheek and jumped off onto her bosom, where it was absorbed by the fabric of her t-shirt. I watched the wet stain swell, fascinated, until I refocused on her.

I shook my head slightly then with concern and asked her again. She looked as if she might answer as her lips parted and her tongue caressed her upper teeth. But no. Not a decibel escaped her mouth. I squeezed her hands again. Her eyes suddenly became full of moisture and her facial tone turned pinkish. Her emotions were brimming.

"Tracy... please… tell me… " I implored.

She took a deep breath and with the softest whisper said, "this baby is going to be our little angel… sent from heaven. A baby… I know it… for certain now. I feel as if God has given me a sign. I'm not scared anymore. And you shouldn't be either. We should rejoice, Edward. Our baby will be with us." As she finished, the tears were falling like a faucet with a broken seal. I joined with her, believing what she said. Her joy was enveloping me. I began to tear up and my words were choking me.

"Honey…" I couldn't finish. Part of me was skeptical I had to admit, but I didn't want to admit it to Tracy. She needed every ounce of positivity around her right now. I could see that without it she would shatter into a million shards. I was only too happy to help her in any way, even if I wasn't one hundred per cent a believer. I wanted to be proved wrong. I begged the powers that be for that small miracle.

X-X-X

Before I knew it the plans for the wedding were well under way and Tracy was keeping her participation at a tolerable level. She was very careful to not overdo anything. She counted on her sisters and my mother to handle the bulk of the duties. I was extremely proud of her for being so disciplined. She had a goal.

With each passing day I began to believe that we would get there - to our happily ever after. The finish line was so fucking close we could visualize it. The finish line being the wedding altar and the birth of our baby.

We spent quiet evenings mulling over small details, writing them down for our 'planners' to look over in the morning. They were so deeply vested in our wedding. It was truly heartwarming to witness. Tracy was so at peace with everything and it showed in the glow on her face. It was definitely a glow. A pregnancy glow? A bridal glow? All of the above, I finally surmised.

My bride. So beautiful. So full of promise. So full of… life. So fucking adorable.

There weren't enough words to fully and accurately express my feelings for her. I knew there had to be a God when I looked at her. How else had this amazing woman come randomly into my life? We were true soul mates. Even after everything we had endured.

Tracy was incredibly stubborn and determined to do what was best for me. But even her determination couldn't keep us apart. My love for her was even stronger, fiercer. I wouldn't let her go from my life. I would not release her hold on my heart. There was no other option. No other plan. We were destined to wind up as a couple.

As the day drew closer, I began writing my vows to her. It wasn't too hard to express into words even though I felt they weren't strong enough for the deep emotions I had. They flowed out of me easily. The only trick was to be able to speak them in front of everyone. People might have thought that would be the easy part since I was an actor, but they were so wrong. Acting was easy, saying someone else's lines was easy. These were my lines. My personal lines, from my heart to hers. I wrote them as clearly as I could so that in case my eyes became full of… well, fuck – tears - I'd be able to see them still.

The fittings for the tuxedos happened at our home, as did the fitting for Tracy's dress. She wouldn't let me see her of course, citing the old wives' tale of it being bad luck and all. Shit. Bad luck was not something we could take a chance on.

We had a small wedding party pre-wedding dinner/practice held some days before the actual event and everything went smoothly. Tracy looked calm and together. I pretended to be that as well. I didn't need her to know how totally freaked out I was becoming with every passing minute.

It wasn't that I had a single reservation. No. I was just anxious to begin the next part of our journey together - the one to the finish line and our happily ever after. I knew I'd said that before, but that's just the way it was. All the fussing would be over and we could resume our new normal lives. Waiting. Waiting for the baby. I could already feel the change inside my heart. It was slowly expanding to allow more love in.

Tracy's body was slightly rounding, beautifully. She was absolutely stunning. I had never been around a pregnant woman before, but every idea that might have passed through my brain was so wrong. She was a sight to behold. I wished I could paint; she was so magnificently lovely.

I wanted to preserve Tracy's glorious beauty forever. So I had a brilliant brainwave. I hired a photographer to come to the house and take her portrait every month until the birth. It would be like a diary to monitor her growing beauty. She was self-conscious at first but agreed, seeing how much I desired her pregnancy to be recorded. The smile she gave on that first photo shoot was the sweetest I'd ever seen on her face.

The night before the wedding, I stayed at James' house. It was sort of a bachelor party. I had pretty bad memories of staying there previously, but those were quickly erased by my excitement factor that night. James wanted to keep me calm so had planned a quiet evening watching fight club type of programming. He invited Jasper and a few of my other actor friends from my current movies join us. We ordered pizzas and drank beer. I didn't want to get too smashed so I gave myself a cut-off at four beers. That was just enough to get a slight buzz.

My nerves had built up over the evening and when it was finally time to hit the sack I dropped like a lightweight. I didn't even take my pants off. I had extremely vivid dreams again. Those damned escalators… so many of them. But this time I could see Tracy on one of them and we were both heading in the same direction - toward one another. We were finally going to meet up! I was excited and wanted to just run down the stairs, but my feet were stuck in place. But for some reason this did not get me frustrated. I knew that nothing would stop me from reaching her and that knowledge was enough to calm me.

Reaching the bottom at the same time as Tracy, we were finally together. I scooped her up in my arms and twirled around with her for what seemed like an eternity with her giggling in glee.

"My love, my love… finally you're with me in my dreams…" I crooned into her ear.

"I know… my sweet… I know… I've waited for you for so long," she answered.

There were waterfalls in the center of the escalators and we stood watching the water cascading over coloured lights. It was a joyous time for us both.

It was around this time that I began to slowly awaken from my slumber. I stretched and heard a few creaks. I groaned as I realized my body had been immobile the entire time I was asleep.

Then it suddenly dawned on me. Today was the day!

"The Day!"

I couldn't stay still any longer. I jumped up and hopped into the shower. I sang a song to Tracy while the water beat down on me. I wasn't sure where that came from but I made a mental note to remember every note. It was pretty damned good.

After I finished and put the towel around my waist, I started to shave. My hair just needed to have some gel mussed into it. Tracy had told me how she wanted me to leave it. She said she loved it 'fucked' up. Who was I to argue with the woman of my dreams?

I could hear James stirring in the kitchen and it smelled like he was making a pot of coffee and some toast. I wasn't sure if I could eat, but it was great of him to go to such trouble. I stepped out of the bathroom still wearing my towel, wondering where the suits were placed. I was just too nervous to remember where they were. James was in control, of course, and laughed at my comical reactions. I started to laugh too out of pure hysterics. I didn't know which way to turn.

I had to calm the fuck down.

James said that the coffee was decaf. He had a pretty good hunch that I wouldn't need any extra stimulants on my wedding day. His calm demeanor rubbed off on me, for a while anyway. Recalling my song from the shower also seemed to subdue my jangling nerves. I sat down at the upright piano James had and began to try and burn into memory that piece. It was my love song to Tracy.

Tracy. Fuck, I loved that woman with all my soul. I wanted to call her. I asked James if I should. He just shrugged and then silently laughed at me. He thought I was an idiot. But that was only natural for the day of the wedding. He told me he'd been through it once before himself. Huh. I had no idea he had been married. I felt like an ass. I should know something about people I worked with, I thought. I was not a very good friend, or boss. I apologized and he just waved it off. No biggie for him.

The clock was ticking. It was T-minus ninety minutes. Holy smokes! I could feel the bundle of nerves in my stomach building and getting tighter.

I tried to distract myself by watching TV. There was actually an interesting biography on about James Dean. It captivated my attention and I didn't know how, but I completely forgot about the wedding for one minute. Until James came in with the suits.

Then the rest of my groomsmen arrived. Wow. They were a handsome bunch. Well, not a bunch… three of them. Jeffrey, my best bud since I was eight years old. We had grown up on the same block and attended the same school all our elementary years. We were inseparable. We would fart around in the mud puddles, making potions and digging for worms on wet days. And there were a lot of those kinds of days back in England. Shit it was good to see him. Just seeing him settled my frayed nerves immensely.

Then Jasper, of course. He had really become a great buddy too. We had had countless convo's about life while he drove me around the various cities that I had worked in. He was my link to reality when things got out of control. He also had been invaluable with Tracy. He escorted her around and I didn't have to be concerned about her when he was looking out for her. He was a truly reliable gentleman. I was proud to have been given such a great friend.

Then the Best Man… James. Yes, James. Who else would I pick? He had been with me through thick, thin, crazy, shit-bat crazy, addictions, misery, elation, despair - to just name a few of my myriad of life events. He had pulled me through all of these, sometimes kicking and swearing my foul mouth off. I didn't even think about the fact that I paid him handsomely for his efforts any more. He had far exceeded his duties. He was acting as a friend.

Shit. I was a blessed man.

Sixty minutes to go. Holy fuck! I ran to the washroom to throw up. Good thing I'd only consumed I dry piece of toast. I could hear the group laugh, muted. They were concerned of course, but also found this a little bit too hilarious. As I slowly came out of the washroom, I looked at each of their anxious faces.

"I'm ok… really," I tried to convince them. They looked dubious but proceeded to all get dressed and fixed up. We shined each other's shoes one last time for good measure. Then my Dad arrived.

Holy fuck! This meant it was time to leave for the church. The church! Holy…

He looked supremely handsome in his tuxedo. I wondered what Mum was wearing. She had looked for the perfect dress for weeks. I knew her well. And of course, she would look stunning. My Mum was a looker, or so I'd been told by many people. I had to agree, although I didn't really look at her like that. She was my Mum. You know, a nurturing person in my life. She was the light of my Dad's life. We all revered her. I hoped to instill that type of reverence for Tracy by our child…or children, if we were so blessed.

Oh wow. A family. Tracy, me and…? Blew my mind. Seriously.

Dad pulled me out of my reverie. It was time to leave. I suddenly got all jittery and rambled on about nothing. Dad put his hand on my shoulder to get me to focus.

"Edward! It's fine. She's fine. You're fine. Relax. Breathe," he instructed.

Oh, yeah… breathe. I took a few really deep breaths. That helped. Wow. If I couldn't remember to keep breathing, I was scared what would happen at the altar.

~x~o~x~

Tracy's POV

~x~o~x~

The family was all gathered at a ranch in the hills of Napa Valley for a reunion before our wedding. There were about thirty-three people from Edward's side and they came from England, Spain, Australia and New York. My side was a bit less, with twenty-four. They mostly came from Canada. Everyone had place cards at the tables, arranged in such a way so that each one had a mix from both families. We were determined to get everyone acquainted with each other. One big happy family. As happy as Edward and I were.

It was a serene location, with plenty of open space. There were animals in nearby barns and the food was delectable. The weather cooperated and we were able to spend the entire time outdoors. There were tents set up with inside seating so that no one had to be out in the direct sunlight. There was also a pool, where anyone could take a quick dip if it got too hot. It was a very hot day but there was little humidity, which helped.

Edward and I were together, constantly wandering and talking with each family member, catching up and getting to know them all. It appeared that they were all getting along famously. We were elated with the big day approaching quickly. Two more days.

Edward had planned a honeymoon, but wouldn't even give me a clue as to where in the world it would be. I would have been thoroughly annoyed if it wasn't for all the excitement and things to do for the ceremony beforehand. The tasks at hand kept my mind too occupied to think about it.

My sisters quickly made themselves useful, doing whatever Esme asked them to tie up any loose ends for the wedding ceremony. The catering was all taken care of by a company, so nothing really had to be done foodwise, except approve the menu. I thought I could handle that one all by myself. Edward was so easy-going and agreed with whatever I decided. We had the photographer booked as well, using one that Edward knew from one of his magazine layout shoots. I had even completed the final fitting of my wedding dress so everything was ready. It was good that we had planned for this early date, considering my pregnancy. I was still too early along to have a significant baby bump showing.

Thankfully, my nausea subsided in time for the wedding. It was only pre-wedding nerves that made my stomach queasy. Amy was my one bridesmaid. My sisters understood that we wanted to keep the wedding simple. Edward's best man was James.

My sisters helped me get ready and tried to distract me in order to calm my nerves. It only eased them by a small fraction. How could I not be nervous? I was marrying the most handsome man alive and I was having his baby. It was a fairy tale come true, although the bride had never been the older sister of the princess.

My sisters, sisters-in-law, mother, daughter and mother-in-law were taking me out on a girls' night out on the night before the wedding. It was somewhat of a bachelorette party. Edward's closest male friends were also getting together on the same night.

Our last night alone was after the reunion, after we made sure everyone was going to be set up for the night and we left to go home. His parents were spending their nights at the Beverly Hills hotel, along with the rest of the clan, and were looking forward to spending time with relatives they rarely saw.

Edward and I went for a walk on the beach in the moonlight. He was very excited already and it showed in the way he was talking a mile a minute about everything to do with the wedding. He was so happy it made me happy too. I couldn't erase the smile from my face the whole evening. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He looked worried.

"I'm sorry, Tracy, I'm rambling. How are you feeling? Do you want to back and have a rest?" He turned us around and started walking back. "You must be tired, you didn't get a chance for a rest all day. It was great fun seeing everyone getting to know each other, though, wasn't it?"

"It was fabulous. And…" I gave a short laugh, "don't worry, I'm okay. Yes, I am tired and ready for bed. But not too tired…"

I turned around to walk backwards facing him and grabbed his collar to pull him to me. I had gotten a sort of second wind now that I was nearing my second trimester. I knew I should enjoy it while I could, as it would be short-lived. My first pregnancy had shown me that in the last trimester I could be incredibly tired, very early in the evening. But you never knew.

He was very careful with me, helping me with my balance when going up the stairs to the deck. Once inside he poured a glass of water for me and a glass of milk as well. I got washed up and put on my pajamas, then headed for bed. He waited patiently for me and then did the same. I hadn't fully realized how tired I was until I slipped under the covers. It felt so comfortable and my body just sank into the luxuriousness. I turned on my side to face Edward and he did the same, putting one arm around my waist. I cupped his cheek with my hand and gazed into his eyes. Slowly his lips overtook mine, so softly and so full of emotion.

That kiss completed the most wonderful of days. A day full of family, laughing, eating, talking and fun. It was fantastic to be able to get everyone together and share our joy. We were most fortunate to have the resources to make that happen.

In the morning we slept in. it was so unusual not to be awakened by a phone call or text. Neither one of us was in any hurry. Everything was ready. Nothing left to arrange, no phone calls to make, no fittings to squeeze in. I couldn't believe the day was just twenty-four hours away and then I would be Mrs. Edward Cullen. It was a name that a million other teen girls and women probably daydreamed about and wrote in their diaries. But it was me. He truly loved me and wanted to spend his life with me. We did have this baby on the way, which cemented our commitment to each other. Nobody outside of our family knew about that little gold nugget of information though.

I finished packing for our honeymoon. All I was told was that it would be in a warm climate. Pack lightly. Bring semi-formal attire for dinners, so high heels needed to be included and some jewelry. I didn't really have much, but I'd gone out with my sisters on a shopping spree and fortunately found some nice baubles, which matched a few dresses I'd also purchased. It had been a great day – shopping and then lunch on Rodeo Drive. I was getting used to this life and didn't feel intimidated by rich people as much as I had when I first arrived in California. Most of them weren't too bad. It was the old money crowd that looked down on the new money crowd. I tried to ignore their attitude and treated them as normal people. This sort of endeared a few of them to me.

My sister reminded me that I should enjoy the anonymity while I could, because after the wedding it would not be the same. My picture would most likely be plastered in every magazine around the world. The thought of that made me cringe. Ugh! That was the only thing in this whole scenario I was fearful of. I'd just have to cling to the reality that Edward's opinion was the only one that mattered and I could get through anything.

The girls and I went to an extremely fancy restaurant, which had an area for dancing as well. I wasn't drinking, obviously, but still managed to enjoy myself thoroughly. No one really drank to excess, so it was a fairly controlled party.

We were driven by a car service as Jasper was with Edward's group that night. My sisters, mom and daughter stayed at the beach house with me. It was convenient so that they could help me get ready in the morning. I'd decided to hire a make-up artist and a hairdresser to come to the house.

Edward had dozens of pink roses delivered to me, as well as brunch and Starbucks' assorted coffees. He was the most amazing person. Here he was attending to our needs and I could barely handle getting myself dressed. Everyone was impressed and oohh'd and aahh'd at my fortune. I was just happy to be able to share my joy with them. And they seemed to be genuinely thrilled for me.

They were going to stay in California at our beach house for another week after the wedding and were going to do all the tourist stuff. Edward had arranged for them to have a private tour of the studios where he had filmed his last movie. They'd also meet a few celebrities. They couldn't wait. He hadn't told them who they were meeting and were so excited to see whoever it might be. I knew but was sworn to secrecy. They were going to love it.

It would only be minutes now. I stood inside the home of Edward's friend, waiting for my cue. My mom was walking down the aisle with me. That was really good, as I'm sure that my knees would be wobbling pretty badly and didn't think I could make it on my own. She had given me an old necklace, which had a blue stone heart. The dress was new. And I was borrowing my sister's garter. All set. All I needed to remember to do was breathe, so I wouldn't pass out.

And then I could hear it. Our song. I took a deep breath and looked at my mother. She was smiling at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We started walking slowly out to the path of pink rose petals. As I approached the aisle, our family and friends stood up. I paused and had a big surprise. There, standing near Edward was a male soloist, singing our song, live.

I scanned the crowd quickly and at last my eyes reached Edward. My heart stopped for a brief few seconds. He was absolutely stunningly handsome in his black tuxedo, accented by a pink tie, cumberbund and pocket kerchief. He was slightly blushing as well. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. His smile widened as soon as he saw me and I could see his eyes jumping for joy. It made me giggle and the smile stayed on my face until I was by his side.

He took my hand in his and I saw the surprise when he felt how cold mine was in his warm hand. I shrugged just a little. He put his other hand over it to help warm it up. I mouthed the words 'thank you' to him and he responded with his own 'thank you'. I wanted so badly to kiss him and I couldn't wait for the formalities to get us to that point. The minister kept the vows as short as possible on his part. We had written some of our own. I wasn't sure if my voice would work, but I'd try. It was for Edward and I'd concentrate on that.

"I promise to make your life wonderful as long as I live. You have given me the most amazing gift – yourself. I don't want anything else, just you. Your love was such a surprise to me, when I thought that my life was over. You have saved my life. I know I don't deserve this second chance at happiness, which is why I treasure it all the more. I love you, my precious."

"Your beauty is only surpassed by your lovely heart. The way you love me is all I ever want out of life. I promise to give you all the love you need for the rest of my life. I am also grateful to God for giving us a second chance and for the precious gift coming from it. I will be true to our family and promise to take care of you and our baby. I love you with my whole heart."

The minister finally pronounced us as husband and wife. Edward grabbed my arm and turned me to face him and took my face in his hands to kiss me. I kissed him with as much force as I could in return. As an old cliché we didn't make it a short kiss and we could hear giggles and ahem's from our audience. We finally stopped and laughed as our eyes sparkled mischievously at each other. Then we turned toward them and they applauded. I held his hand tightly and he brought it up to his lips to kiss it.

When I looked up at him, I saw Edward's eyes twinkling like stars, the most beautiful sight in my world. I turned to face him again, and wrapped my arms around him. He bent down to kiss me, his hand cupping my blushing cheeks.

And forever.

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