Well, here it is the Epi. *sniffles*

A/N at the end…. Enjoy!

BPOV

For the last two years, we had been through a lot. The ups and downs of living with someone, getting used to their patterns, was a challenge for us both. We were both headstrong on a few sticky issues, but would give into one another deciding that it wasn't worth the argument on who didn't put a new roll of toilet paper on the roll or who didn't unload the dishes from the dishwasher. It was quite silly, come to think of it.

We made it through hectic schedules, which usually conflicted with one another, leaving me alone way too many lonely nights, and lonely days for that matter. But in the end, after eating dinner or breakfast, depending on when Edward was eventually released from his never-ending shift, he would take a long shower, washing off the sweat and grime from his body. I usually joined him, no matter if I had just showered or not. It was the beginning of our time.

At first Edward didn't say much when he came home, and I tried not to pry. If he wanted to talk to me, I was there for him, willing to listen to him at all hours of the night or day. After a few months of stressful, grueling rotations, Edward finally opened up to me, unloading hours of the things he had witnessed. I will never forget the first time he cried himself to sleep, the night he lost his first patient. Even though a doctor was monitoring his every move, it still hit him pretty hard to lose someone he was trying to save. I held him, brushing my hands through his hair, trying my best to sooth him. After hours of sobbing, Edward drifted to sleep with his head in my lap. I will say it was hard to see him like that, broken, with no way of helping him. There were nights and days I questioned whether or not it was worth all the heartache for him to become a doctor. Did every doctor go through this daunting ritual?

Now, don't get me wrong, there were happier times – when he would come home just as energetic as he left. He would boast about the lives he saved or the good news he'd delivered to countless patients who thought they were surely going to die. He took great pride in his ability to help the many children he came in contact with, whether it was calming them down long enough to stitch up a deep laceration or help their aching tummies. I reveled in those moments. It made every sad or tired moment justified as he trekked through his residency.

The part that I loved the most were the times we came together. It didn't matter if we were half asleep; we made time for us. There were moments when we took our time, brining each other to climax over and over again. Then there were other times, just being together was a passionate overload. Bodies, limbs, tongues, lips, and hands all over the place, trying desperately to sedate the need for one another before a shift at the hospital or just before a deadline at the Gazette; the raw need and lust I had for him only grew the longer we went without.

I ended up buying my own car, though I fought tooth and nail with Edward when he insisted that he pick up the payments on the new 2010 Audi. Yeah, you heard correct, I caved in and chose an Audi, knowing it was either that or the fully loaded BMW that Edward had been eyeing. So, naturally for me, I chose the cheaper of the two, thought there really wasn't that much of a price difference once he added the extra features to it. But despite my protests, I have to admit that it was a pretty sweet car. I had never seen so many bells and whistles in one vehicle, including Edward's.

Over the last two years, Edward had become an Uncle and I an official Aunt. Rose and Emmett had their little boy, who they proudly named Henry Anthony Cullen. He was the spitting image of Emmett – brown curly hair and dimples to die for. He was not quite two at the moment, but clearly looked like he was going on ten. He definitely had his father's build and his mother's wit. He had a mind of his own and an ability to melt anyone's heart.

Six months after Henry was born, Rose and Emmett finally tied the knot with an over-the-top wedding. If you could think it, she had it. By the following year they were expecting their second child, a girl this time, which they had already named Lily Marie. She was due in a matter of months.

Alice and Jasper were married just over a year ago and were happy as could be living just outside of New York. Alice was heralded as the new, up-and-coming fashion icon of the twenty-first century. Her designs were all over the place, and she was definitely making a name for herself. Alice and Jasper were now expecting a baby of their own, though they just found out only a few weeks ago. It was quite a pleasant shock as her newest collection was due to come out the same time as her due date. But as in good business sense, I knew she would take command and delegate necessary responsibilities when the time comes.

So that left Edward and me, the only couple still not married, but it worked for us, and I knew that one day he would ask me to marry him. I had no doubt in my mind where we stood. We were happy and in love. What did a ring have to do with anything? What we had was so much more than a ring or a piece of paper declaring to the world that he was mine and I was his.

So, not shockingly, after almost three years of dating, he still knew how to surprise me. I had just gotten home from one of my assignments to find Edward had packed my bags along with his and practically forced me out the door, whisking me away without telling me where we were going. I protested that I had work to do and a deadline to meet, he causally stated that everything was taken care of and that I was his for the week. It took me a few moments to allow everything to sink in. He had to have called and requested this time off behind my back. I had gotten used to the surprises and learned to just 'roll with the punches', as Alice put it. It didn't take me long to realize that we were on our way to Hawaii. I happily rested my head on Edward's shoulder and enjoyed the rest of the trip.

A nice surprise was, though I should have guessed anyway, Edward had booked us a room at the Royal Hawaiian Resort – the same room we shared, three years ago, to the day. To be back in the very place we met was surreal. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming as everything around me seemed so surreal. The colors of the exotic flowers that surrounded the hotel smelled just as heavenly as the first time, maybe even better. The same smiling faces greeted us at every turn as we walked through the front doors.

We checked into the hotel sometime in the afternoon. I giggled when the concierge welcomed us as Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. I wouldn't lie, I really liked the sound of that and hoped one day, soon, it would become a reality. The moment we stepped into the infamous room that ultimately changed our lives, an overwhelming feeling of those two weeks – the best two weeks of my entire life – came crashing down around me.

Edward announced that we had reservations at the very restaurant where we had our first date. I couldn't stop the blood rushing to my cheeks when he came up to me, and with a brush of his fingertips up and down my arm, he asked that afterwards we take a walk on the beach. I would never forget that night by the water, and apparently Edward wouldn't either. I shook my head, desperately wanting to relive that moment as well.

Dinner was amazing, but something was off. We talked, ate, and had a bottle of wine between the both of us. Edward kept looking at me, and from time to time, he would awkwardly look away. He fidgeted with his napkin several times, folding and unfolding it in his lap. When I asked him if everything was okay, he simply nodded his head and returned to normal. Well, as normal as could be.

We left the restaurant hand-in-hand and walked the familiar path down to the water. It was positively beautiful. The nearly full moon illuminated the entire beach with a warm glow. The water seemed to sparkle with each ripple of the crashing waves. The sea seemed endless as it dipped into darkness, meeting the equally dark sky.

We walked in comfortable silence, still hand-in-hand, shoes in the other. Then Edward slowed down to a near crawl, before stopping and staring out into the ocean. I curled up beside him, wondering what had gotten into him. He was being quieter than usual. I nuzzled his chest and tightened my grip around his waist.

"I can't believe we're here," I said, looking at the beautiful scene in from of me. The wind whirled around us, blanketing us in the familiar scent of the ocean.

"It feels like yesterday we were just here," Edward stated, sweeping my hair to the side and placing a chase kiss on my temple.

It did feel like we were just here. "I remember, the moment I saw you, I wanted to get to know you," Edward continued, "I planned on doing anything just to run into you. I even contemplated camping outside your door." His lips softly drifted down to kiss my cheek.

"You're joking," I scoffed.

"No, I'm not." His hands started to pull away as I felt him take a step back.

"Bella," he started and then stopped, swallowing loudly several times.

Was something wrong?

"Edward?" I asked nervously. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

He nodded, slowly raising his head so that his eyes were level with mine. There was a hint of fear mixed with excitement in his eyes and a warm smile on his face. He took another step back, reaching into his jacket pocket, searching for something.

As soon as he dropped to one knee, my hand flew to my mouth. The realization of what was happening hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart started to pound in my chest as I stared into his brilliant, emerald eyes, which held so much love as he stared back into mine.

"Bella, I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. You took my breath away that very moment, and I knew then that my life would never be the same. I can't tell you how happy I am that you came into my life. Every day you astound me with everything you do and who you are and who you will become. You are no longer the girl who shies away from life, instead you are the blossoming angel that has sprouted her wings, illuminating everything with your love. I have waited so long for you." With grace and style, Edward opened up a tiny black velvet box that held within it an exquisite diamond ring. My eyes flew from the ring to Edward's eyes once again as he continued. My entire body vibrated, waiting to hear those four little words.

"Bella Marie Swan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

I bobbed my head in affirmation still unable to say anything other than yes. With a shaky hand, he plucked the ring from its bed and placed it on my left ring finger. It was a snug but perfect fit. I reached out and caressed his cheek with my newly decorated hand as I smiled adoringly down at his beautiful face. Just as graceful as he went down, he stood up, capturing my lips with his and scooping me up into his arms. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, peppering him with kisses, while spouting, "Yes… yes… yes… yes, a thousand times, yes!"

"I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to ask you to marry me, but it seemed fitting to come back here and propose. I wanted it to be perfect."

"It was perfect," I cooed, kissing him longingly on his lips.

He pulled away, taking my left hand in his. "I have imagined this ring on your finger for a little over two years," he admitted.

Over two years?

"It was my Grandmother's ring. My mother passed it down to me. If it's too old fashioned, we could get you something else…" I placed a finger over his lips.

I studied the ring closer. It was stunning, to say the very least. The ring had a single solitary round diamond set in a filigree of white gold. It was dainty yet elegant, and just right for me.

"I love it."

"Are you sure?" he asked, thumbing the ring, rolling it from side to side.

"Yes."

Back in the room, I was amazed at the 'turn down' of the room. There was a bottle of champagne chilling on the table with rose petals scattered in the shape of a heart on the bed. Will he ever stop ceasing to amaze me? Dear God, I hope not. As if to prove my point, he swept me off my feet, carrying me bridal-style towards the bed. He laid me down gently and proceeded to worship every square inch of my body. We made love that night, just as we had the first night we met.

With our family's blessings, we were married within a few months in Seattle, thanks to the fast work of my two bridesmaids, Alice and Rose. It was a small, intimate wedding, just family and a few close friends. It was exactly what I pictured and so much more.

My father proudly escorted me down the aisle. I could have sworn I heard him crying softly beside me, but I was too emotional to even look, in fear of bawling myself. I simply squeezed his arm tighter and continued to walk.

The moment I saw Edward standing at the altar looking back at me, it literally took my breath away. The intense emotion burning his eyes as he intently watched me walking towards him will always be burned into my mind. When we said our vows, I cried a little, letting a few tears escape. Edward was right there to wipe them away, silently telling me he loved me. The moment the officiant announced us husband and wife, allowing us to kiss, I felt as if it were the very first kiss – an electric current flowed throughout my body, making me shiver.

The honeymoon night was as perfect as perfection can be. Edward made sure to pull out all the stops that night and more. We went back to Elizabeth's Island for a blissful two week honeymoon, where we bathed under the sun naked and wrapped in each other's arms. It was by far the best feeling in the world to call him my husband.

We were only home a few weeks after our blissful honeymoon when I found out more good news.

I will never forget the moment I sat Edward down and told him I was pregnant. His reaction to the news was better than a kid at Christmas. His eyes lit up with the prospect of having a child of our own. Neither of us cared if it was a boy or a girl as long as the baby was healthy.

We could hardly wait to share the news with the rest of the family. My father was fit to be tied. He could barely contain the excitement in his voice as he yelled at the top of his longs that he was going to be a 'Pop pop'. Carlisle was equally as thrilled and excited for another addition to the family. Rose and Alice were both ecstatic because I was joining the mommy club, and to be honest, so was I. I had watched Henry and Lily grow before my very eyes and a part of me wanted that.

Once Edward was done with his residency, we had a long talk about our living situation. I was already four months along and starting to show a little. The house we lived in was cute but not ideal for what we both had in mind when we thought about having children.

Edward brought up the agreement to move back to Seattle, but I quickly vetoed it, stating that our lives were here in New Hampshire. I had become well adapted to the snooty environment (with the help of Rose and Alice, of course). I had made a name for myself with the New Hampshire Gazette as they had given me my own column to write each week. Edward and I had built a life here together, and I loved it.

We went house hunting for weeks on end, looking for something we could both agree on. In the end, we found our dream house – the very one I had dreamt about. It was conveniently down the road from Rose and Emmett's, which turned out to be very resourceful.

It wasn't long before Edward was approached by a well known pediatrician who owned his own practice. He was looking for someone to slowly take over his cliental in preparation of his own retirement. Edward jumped at the opportunity and started right away.

He held regular office hours and was home almost every night, just in time for dinner. I basked in the feeling of falling asleep in his arms each and every night. It was also a bonus to have him all to myself on the weekends as well.

The months slowly crept up on us as our daughter's due date slowly approached. She was to be born a few days before Edward's birthday. I held so much hope for this child, to have loving parents, a mother who would never abandon her, who would show her unconditional love, a father who would love her and protect her from any harm.

As I stood on the porch, looking around at the home we built together, I felt a set of hands wrap around my growing waist. I felt the familiar tug in my heart as Edward pulled me against his body. His hand rested on my stomach. I reached up and placed my left hand on his, feeling the warm metal of his wedding band.

I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder, realizing that this was the same image I had dreamt about. This was our life together. This was how it was supposed to be.

The END

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