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One chapter to go and then the epilogue. I love these boys so much!

EPOV

Someone's nudging me but I don't want to get up. If I move that means it's morning and it's time to get ready for today. I know it's my wedding day, but Jasper's chest feels too good to move.

I must've found my way on his chest sometime last night and I'm grateful because it's the best place to be.

But someone is trying to rip me out of heaven.

The person nudges me again and I grumble and ignore it. Jasper begins moving beneath me and I tighten my hold on his waist, mumbling, "No," to whoever wants to interrupt my peace and steal Jasper from my clutches.

"Baby?" Jasper whispers.

"No, I don't want to get up," I complain and he chuckles before I feel a kiss on my forehead and his voice fills my ear again.

"I have to get up, babe. It's time for me to go. We've gotta get things started."

"No." I squeeze my arms tighter around him and he laughs even though I'm not joking. I really don't want to move.

Jasper tightens his hold on me and sighs, "Well, I suppose we could cancel the wedding on the grounds that we need to sleep," he says with a hint of mischief to his tone. "And I'm more than happy to share the details on why you're so tired with a scowling Alice that's standing at the foot of our bed with my favorite wedding planner."

"Jasper…" Jasper's mom warns. "You've got that look in your eye, but don't you dare."

Jeanne is in here?

"Oh yeah! Mom and Rose are in here too," Jasper says to me.

"Get your ass up, Edward!" Rose threatens. "Let's get this show on the damn road."

I let go of Jasper to throw up the finger in Rose's direction. She laughs while her brother extracts himself from my arms, gets up and heads for the bathroom.

I pull myself up to lean back against the headboard with a pout firmly planted on my face. "You guys couldn't give us five more minutes?" I ask the ladies.

"No," Alice says, checking our wedding planner's watch. "As of right now, we're still on schedule, so let's get cracking."

"Where's Bella?"

"Want her up here to rein me in?" Alice scoffs knowingly, and I nod, making the others laugh. "Well, she's having breakfast with Emmett, Charlie, Carlisle and Carmen."

Jasper comes back into the room to kiss me and grabs his things. "I'll miss you today, but I'll see you at the altar," he whispers.

"I'll see you there."

He winks at me and gets off the bed, heading to our wedding planner. He links his arms into hers and says with a smirk, "Come on, honey, let's go chat about all the fun Edward and I had and why he was so tired yesterday."

She laughs at his attempt to get a rise out of her, and says in a warning tone, "Mr. Whitlock, today will be a very good day and you and your little jokes aren't going to get in the way, are they?"

Jasper just stands there and looks at her while the rest of us wait on his comeback to that. He has to have one. He's been messing with her enough.

"Damn, I love a take charge woman."

Barbara sighs exasperatedly and shakes her head. "Today will be perfect, Mr. Whitlock. Nothing can ruin my mood."

"We'll see," he challenges as they walk off with Rose and Alice following close behind, leaving Jeanne and me.

She looks back at me with a smile. "I think I better go and keep an eye on Jasper. You know how troublemaking he can be."

"I do."

"Your wedding planner thinks she has him pegged, but Jasper's got a lot more tricks up his sleeve. He's been taking it easy on her."

"He can be far worse," I laugh.

"Yes, he can," she laughs too.

Jeanne doesn't move off right away. Instead, she stands at the bedside with a smile plastered on her lovely face.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," she shrugs. "I'm just happy that we're here."

"At the hotel or…"

She smacks my upper arm and laughs. "On your wedding day, silly."

"It is nice to be here."

"Take care of him, Edward," Jeanne says and quickly wipes a tear away. She leans in, kisses my forehead, and then whispers something that makes my heart speed up. "I'll see you later, son."

It's something simple and I've heard her say it to Jasper. But to have it directed at me with such love, leaves me baffled.

Jeanne smiles and blows another kiss to me from the door before departing. A tear slides down my cheek as she closes it behind her and I quickly wipe it away. She loves me too. My husband-to-be's mom loves me too and I'm so grateful that Jeanne's heart really knows no bounds. She loves unconditionally as Jasper has told me.

Jeanne has expressed, on more than one occasion, that she sees me as one of her own. But it stills stuns me that a mother can love this much. That she's open and kind enough to love the man who's madly in love with her son as equally as she loves her own kids.

But then again, of course Jeanne's approach toward parental love baffles me. My example of motherly love comes from Esme and look how well that turned out.

A knock sounds at the door and I leave all thoughts of parental love and Esme behind. Today will be about nothing but pure undulated happiness.

I yell for the person to come in and he walks in like it's his room. He has a clothing bag slung over his shoulder, which probably holds my suit, and he's eyeing me on the bed with nothing but mirth in his hazel eyes. He lays the bag down beside me my right foot and then takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to my left one.

"When did you get here?" I ask him and Peter smiles cheekily at the question.

"About a half an hour before a tired looking you and Jasper got here."

"That's my suit?" I ask to confirm my suspicion.

"Yeah, Alice wanted me to deliver it to you. Something about Jasper trying to trick them into letting him carry it to you, but Alice isn't letting him out of her sight."

I chuckle at the amount of trouble Jasper is already giving the ladies. "He can be a handful."

"You should know," Peter says with a smile. "You're the one marrying him."

"Yeah, but this day should've come long ago."

"Everything happens when it's supposed to," Peter counters.

"When since you're all prophetical and shit?"

"Since I realized there's no sense in holding on to past mistakes," he says. "We were a bunch of idiots. Some more than others." He eyes me with a grin and I give him the middle finger.

He ignores it with a chuckle and goes on, "But despite the fucked up road we took to get to this point, we're here, happy, and in love. I've got Riley and our baby will soon be born. And you've got the guy that started it all for you. Yeah, there were other guys, but I'm sure none of 'em compared to Jasper."

"No," I whisper. "With Seth, I thought I had it. But when we broke up, I realized we didn't. Then when I least expected it, Jasper came back into my life."

"I remember how nervous and unsure you were about that."

"I desperately wanted him to see the change in me."

"You pushed a lot."

"He's stubborn," I chuckle.

"Yeah, but you're not quitter, so it'll always work out between you two."

"Thanks, man. But the real turning point for us was when Jasper decided to give me a chance. By then the realization hit me like a freight train," I tell him. "Peter, I saw that everything and anything in me belonged to him. I breathed easier when he was close. I laughed more when he was near. I loved harder because he taught me to. Jasper has been unknowingly teaching me for years to be more than what I was."

"So your wakeup call didn't come with meeting Seth?"

"It did, but…"

"Jasper started it," Peter finishes for me. "Even though I never told him, it was his courage that led me to where I am today. Our short relationship in high school taught me so much. I didn't get it then. But when I looked back on it, I saw that Jasper was the bravest guy I had ever had the privilege of knowing. I always love him."

"He's mine, you know."

Peter hits me on the foot. "You know what I mean. It's not a romantic love I feel, you ass. I love Jasper for showing me that's okay to be true to myself and unapologetic about it."

"I didn't realize Jasper had meant so much to you. You never said all this before."

Peter chuckles nervously. "Yeah, I guess I didn't. But it feels really good to finally say it to you. And to warn you that if you ever do anything to hurt him, I'll rip your balls off. That guy was the best thing to have ever happened to the both of us. Can you imagine how unhappy and fucked up we would've been if Jasper hadn't come into our lives?"

"I don't even want to imagine it. I don't know where I would be, but I doubt I'd be as happy as I am today. And to answer your threat, I'll never do anything to hurt Jasper. I like my balls, thank you very much."

Peter chuckles as I went on, "But I want you to know something. Whatever hurts Jasper, hurts me. It tears me apart to see him in pain. He told me the other night that I was his home."

"But he's your soul," Peter smiles.

"How did you know I was going to say that?"

"It's obvious to me," he answers with ease. "When you say you hurt when he hurts, I already know that. It was even evident back then. You hid it well, but I'm your best friend, Edward. I saw right through you."

I feel remorse when he says this because that's how selfless Peter is with me. He's known all along my motive for breaking up him and Jasper in high school, and he has never used it against me.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you and Jasper. I'm sorry I got between you two."

"What did I say?" he scolds.

"Let go of the past shit."

"Good. It's a fucking burden, Edward."

I sigh and try to follow his advice. "I know, but I'm still sorry."

"If I accept your apology, will you quit feeling like a loser?"

"Yes."

"Then I accept your apology, dumbass."

I jump into his arms, knocking him down on the bed. "Get off of me, you asshole!" he screams amidst his laughter. "If Jasper walks in, how do we explain this?"

"Knowing my fiancé, he'll ask if he can join."

Peter laughs and I get off of him, moving back to my former position of resting my head against the headboard.

"So as I was saying, after a while, as good as you were at hiding it, I saw through you," Peter says. "You always did look at Jasper a little too long. Your shoulders would relax while you do it and you always looked like you wanted to crack a smile when you saw him and Rosalie."

"I was that obvious?"

"To me, you were."

"James too. And my mom."

"Forget them. They're idiots," Peter says dismissively in regards to my mother's deviousness, and James' spying. "Anyone who works that hard to keep a person unhappy so that they'll be controllable, is fucked up. Esme is fucked in the head. She's your mom and I'm sorry, but it gave her no right to do the things she has done. Your heart is kinder than I thought to not let that judge throw the fucking book at her, but that's beside my point. The bottom line is, you fell in love with Jasper even before you knew what to do with that love. And when he walked back into your life, I was happy that you didn't let him go."

"That was the reason for that plan you, Riley and Rose concocted?"

He gave me a coy smile. "I did that shit for fun. Rose and Riley were the ones who wanted to fuck around with you guys."

"You were just a willing hostage?" I say sarcastically.

Peter sighs. "The things we do for love and a sex marathon."

I kick his arm. "I don't want to hear about your sex marathon."

He smirks at me. "Like I need to be giving you anymore ideas to share with your sex fiend."

I must've turned blue because Peter is laughing his ass off. "So he's still inhuman then?"

"I never told you about that. Wait, you mean…"

"Was Jasper that good back then?"

"Yeah," I say carefully, knowing how incredible Jasper is in bed.

"Let's see." Peter taps his chin in deep thought and then says, "You remember how badly I stammered as a kid?"

"Jasper brought that back every time he fucked me."

I laugh. "Oh shit! But I should know. I'd seen you two in action."

"Perv." He hits my foot and I kick him.

"Shut the fuck up."

"You're lucky, man. You get to be married to that inhuman sex fiend for as long as you live."

"And you get Riley, the guy who looks like he just walked off a damn runway every time you see him."

"And who also makes me stammer with the things he can do. Let me tell about this time when…"

I slap my hands over my ears. "Man, I don't want to hear!"

"Yet, you're gonna listen."

I get up and run into the bathroom, locking myself in there.

After the Peter episode with him laughing his ass off at me when I wouldn't come out of the bathroom, he gave up and left. My morning turned into lunchtime with an impromptu visit from Jasper that left us panting heavy from our kiss and in need until Alice interrupted us and stole Jasper.

She came back for me and moved me into the honeymoon suite.

"Your fiancé is stealthy, but I'm ready this time," Alice said when she left me with instructions to expect Dad and Peter to come and stay with me in hopes of keeping me distracted my wedding. When I pouted, Alice reminded me that the hours were ticking away and I would soon become Mr. Edward Cullen-Whitlock.

The sound of my future name lifted my mood.

After she left, I took the time to look around my new temporary digs. I'd only seen the suite via Alice's tablet when she and our wedding planner were on a hunt for the perfect spot for Jasper and mine's wedding.

It was an exquisite space. I liked it. Its master bedroom was accompanied by a private balcony, it had a living area and an imported Italian limestone styled bathroom finish with an air jetted soaking tub, and a spacious standup glassed shower that could fit more than four people.

I was sure Jasper would like it. After all, we would be staying in here until we left for Paris with a little stop in London. Along with Venice, London was another unexpected surprise I was hoping Jasper would like. He hasn't been there yet, and I couldn't wait to see his face when I told him we'd be stopping there. I knew he wanted to go to and hang out in pubs, see Big Ben and the London Eye.

I would take him anywhere he wanted to go. I would take him to the moon, if he wished it. I wanted Jasper to have whatever his heart desired.

Dad and Peter joined me as Alice promised and we chatted about inconsequential things while we let time pass. It surprised Peter that Dad was genuinely happy for me and Jasper. Dad told him that he wasted too much time being a fool and he was truly happy that I was happy. He didn't anything but the best for me and that was Jasper.

Day slowly morphs into late evening and it's time. Dad is here to tell it's time.

He and Peter had left me earlier to get ready.

"You look good."

Dad glances down at himself and runs a hand over his tailored suit. "Thank you, son. So do you."

I pick up the jacket to my suit and put it on. "Thanks."

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I was just taking a minute to think."

"You can take all the time you need."

"I don't need any more time. It'll drive me nuts. I want to get married. Now."

Dad laughs for a bit, but then grows solemn. "Edward, do you have…regrets?"

"I did up until I talked to Peter this morning and he helped me see some things."

"Like what? If you don't mind me asking. I'm struggling with the past, so…"

I nod. "I can understand that. Peter told me that it's time to let go of the past mistakes," I say as we make our way out the door and head for the elevator. "The mistakes we've made are nothing but a burden we'll stay buried under if we don't let go."

Dad nods and smiles. "Thank you, son."

"Sure."

Our ride downstairs is in comfortable silence. My dad is struggling with the mistakes he has made, and he'll need some encouragement and a little push in the right direction every now and then. In the future, I'll do what I can to help him. But today, right now, such thoughts are on the back burner. They're not the most important thing, not when the elevator opens, we walk out, and I see Jasper standing there with his mom and sister.

Jeanne and Rose look absolutely beautiful in their Christian Dior dresses. But Jasper is a vision in his black Armani suit. Seeing him in it now, I'm glad Alice thought up her little idea of letting Jasper and me picking each other's suits. I'd gone with the Armani suit she showed me for him, and Jasper went with the Tom Ford suit for me.

"Edward?" Dad says, bringing me back from whatever dream state I'm in.

"I'm fine."

Jasper looks over at us with a broad smile. He whispers something to his mom and moves away, walking over to Dad and me.

When he steps up to us, Dad excuses himself with a smile. "We're getting married," Jasper grins.

"Yeah, right outside." I can feel all eyes on us as our family and friends look on with a smile.

"You look very handsome," he says.

I touch his cheek affectionately, then leaning to lightly brush my lips against his. "You've always been beautiful to me."

Our wedding planner walks up. "Everything outside is perfect. Let's begin," she tells us and steps away. The others begin to move outside and Jasper takes my hand.

"Ready?"

"Always."

Gentles music fills the air as we step outside and begin our walk down the aisle. We'd insisted on walking together during the planning of our nuptials.

The minister smiles warmly at us when we stop in front of her. She tells everyone to take their seats and begins. But when I look into Jasper's eyes, her words are drowned out by his sheer beauty. His radiant smile warms my heart. And the setting sun serves as the perfect background as it casts its glow over the waters of Lake Washington and the angel standing in front of me, ready to pledge his love. I have to fight to remember everyone else around us.

Jasper smiles and mouths for me to answer and I look at him confusedly. He nods to the minister and I find her smiling at me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask and our guests laugh while the minister chuckles softly.

"I'm asking you to say your vows, please, Mr. Cullen."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Everyone laughs again and I move to take out my notes from my jacket pocket, but stop.

I look at Jasper's face. He smiles and I return it. With a sigh, I take back his hand and looks at me questioningly.

"I don't need them," I say. "What I want to say to you has always been in my heart."

Jasper nods while I take a minute to admire how his stark blue eyes lights up with happiness. How his grip on my hand tightens and loosens in encouragement as he waits for me to begin.

"You make me speechless sometimes," I start off with a chuckle. "It amazes me how you have the power to do that to me, because I'm never without words. I don't drop my guard for anyone. No one but you. You know everything about me. And I'm not afraid of that. You make me feel. You force me to forgive and to love with my whole heart and I'm grateful for it. With you, life is everything I never dreamed of. It's better. I look forward to more, Jasper. I'm looking forward to a life with you that's filled with love, happiness, fights and make ups."

Our guests laugh along with Jasper.

"I'll get on your last nerve, I know I will, but I beg you not to hold it against me. Just love me and I'll learn my lesson. I love you, Jasper. I'll love you forever. Falling irrevocably in love with you has been the best thing to have ever happened to me."

Jasper wipes the tear from my eye and begins when the minister tells him it's his turn.

"I love you, Edward," he sighs with a smile. "And I'm looking forward to a life with you also. I want everything good that life has to offer us and I want them with you. I know we wasted some time in the past, but I'm glad we found our way together, despite my initial stubbornness."

Everyone chuckles.

"But when I wised up, when I came to realize what it was I was willingly and foolishly letting go of, I pulled my head out of my ass," he smiles and I chuckle at him. "Because you are the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me. When I left Forks, I didn't know what I was leaving behind until we found each other again. Edward, this time, we'll weather the storms together. We'll scream, we'll fight, it's a given. But at the end of the day, remember that I love you with everything that I am and all that's in me. I love you, Edward Cullen. I'll love you beyond death. Nothing will ever keep us apart again."

Through my tears, we exchange rings and are pronounced husbands before Jasper's lips gently touch mine in a sweet kiss that fills me with bliss and contentment.

When we part, we turn to our applauding guests and are announced for the first time. I smile broadly, holding my husband's hand in the air triumphantly when I hear my name for the first time because I'm now and forever will be known as Mr. Edward Cullen-Whitlock.


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