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Epilogue- 6 years later
The End of The Beginning
"This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."~ Winston Churchill
EPOV
The last chords of my original composition ring out just as the school bell chimes and children begin to scatter. It's a beautiful piece, one I've worked very hard on, but as much as the kids appreciate it, they're quick to scatter the moment they're free of school restraints. I try to maintain some sort of control over the teenagers, who are at least 7 years younger than I am, with little success. Without even looking in my direction, most of them pack up their things and rush from the room, ignoring my shouts.
A small set of girls surround me as always though, asking borderline retarded questions while they flip their hair and giggle, flirting unabashedly. It's pathetic really that they somehow believe I'm interested in an affair that would not only cost me my job, but my marriage. I love my wife unconditionally and I would never hurt her like that. My bachelor days ended 6 years ago when Isabella agreed to marry me. Well, actually, they were over the moment my eyes locked on hers, it just took me a while to realize it. Once I did, the dating phase was short lived; I was desperate to get a ring on her finger, to make it official.
We pulled the Volvo into the driveway behind Alice's Porsche and cut the engine. With just one glance, I knew Esme had truly outdone herself. The Cullen house was decked out for Christmas and everywhere you looked, there were twinkling lights, beautifully arranged wreaths, and flawlessly symmetrical bows. Even the snow on the ground appeared as if it was placed there in decoration. Overall, it was a winter wonderland and the perfect place to make her mine. The ring in my pocket felt
heavy and I was anxious to take it out, but not because I was afraid, I simply wanted to claim the prize sitting in my passenger seat. I watched out of the corner of my eye as her hands began to fidget.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, reaching out to take her left hand, which would hopefully be bare for only a short time longer.
"What if they don't like me?"
"Um, you've already met my parents, Isabella, several times," I replied, arching one of my eyebrows in a questioning gaze. She rolled her eyes at me and let out a sigh.
"I know that, it's just I haven't met them as your girlfriend. What if they don't like me for you?" It happened in the blink of an eye; a laugh escaped me and she slapped me on the arm.
"It's not funny!" She whimpered.
"You're right, it's hilarious," I said between chuckles. However, Isabella was not amused. As she gazed out the front window, she pulled her hand from mine and crossed her arms, quickly bringing me out of my idiotic state.
"My Isabella," a sigh escaped me as I lifted my hand up and placed my palm against her cheek, turning her head back to face me. "They're crazy about you and even if they don't think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, though I'm sure they do, the only thing that matters is that I do."
I leaned forward then to capture her lips with mine. A deep moan fell from her as we connected and for a few seconds, the world slipped away. Christmas dinner freshman year of college was an event to remember, I don't think there had ever been so much laughter and joy at one table. I stole kisses and caresses of my Isabella as Alice and Jasper talked about their wedding plans for the spring. Jasper had finally popped the question on their anniversary a few months earlier, in October. Alice was beyond ecstatic and completely immersed in planning every detail. Rose and Emmett were visiting with the Hales to share their own epic news.
A few weeks before, they found out that Rose was pregnant. After the initial shock wore off the two of them became overjoyed with the new development. It was a blessing in disguise considering that Rosalie had been told from a young age that she might never have children of her own. The McCarty's were informed immediately and were thrilled at the prospect of being grandparents, but Rosalie was fearful of her own parents' reactions so they decided to keep it from them until they could see them in person.
They weren't very happy at first, but 9 months later, they were floored when Emmett got down on one knee in the hospital room just after Rose gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. As the evening was ending, I fingered the ring in my pocket. It had taken a long time to decide the right location. I wanted my family around when I asked her, but at the same time, I wanted the experience to be something intimate. In the end, I decided on the piano room, the place where I found her that first night, isolated from the others. Besides, Esme never failed to ask me to play something on Christmas.
"Would you play us something, Edward?" Esme questioned after clearing off the table.
I gave her a bright smile and led the way to the piano room, where everyone crowded around the baby grand. I pulled Isabella onto the bench seat next to me, and it was difficult enough to make it through my rendition of 'Silent Night' with her so close without my thoughts entirely focused on the tiny circular object in my pocket, but somehow I succeeded. When the song was done, I swiftly stood and positioned myself behind her. I brought myself down to one knee and excluding a squeal from Alice and a gasp from Esme, the room fell silent as Isabella turned to see what I was doing. Her gaze traveled to my face and I saw her eyes fill with tears at the sight of me. Slowly, I pulled the ring out, holding it in front of me as I reached for her left hand.
"My beautiful Isabella, I know it's only been a short time since we came together and we have a lot ahead of us, but some things are just meant to be. Call it fate, call it destiny, it all means the same; you're it for me. I once made you promise not to fall in love with me and denied myself the same, but now I'm begging you to take this ring and break that promise permanently so that I can make you a new one. Isabella Marie Swan, I promise to love you forever…every single moment of forever, will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?"
Exactly like the last time we were in that room Isabella was left speechless. Tears spilled out of her eyes while she nodded her head in agreement and my smile grew infinitely wider as I slid that ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, just like the two of us.
"There's only two weeks left until the concert so I want you all practicing at home! That includes you, James!" James, the cocky little bastard with a blonde ponytail, gives me a smirk before stowing his instrument away, clearly disobeying my request as I shake my head. I hate the little shit, but he plays a mean cello. After a few minutes, the room is empty, leaving me just seconds to catch my breath before I leave for the day.
Normally, I would stick around for a while, but tonight is no ordinary night in the Cullen home, its September 13th, which means it Isabella's 25th birthday. I quickly drive home and when I step out of my new Volvo and onto the driveway of our quaint Forks, WA home, I'm trapped by a set of tiny arms.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
The bronze curls on my daughter's head bounce as she latches onto my leg and after closing the gate of our white picket fence I pick her up into my arms and she kisses my cheek.
"I taught Rufus to sit today all by myself," she says, looking at me with her chocolate brown eyes that are sparkling with pride. When she turned 3 last month, we finally got her a dog, a chocolate lab that she named Rufus. He's young still, a puppy, which is difficult to handle with a 6-month-old baby. It's worth it though because Annabelle adores him.
"Annabelle Marie Cullen, do you always have to attack your father when he comes home?"
I gaze at the glorious image before me; my wife, standing in the doorway, cradling my son. She has barely had time to change from her latest therapy session and her hair is still in a sharp bun. I'm so proud of her, helping others like me every day. My son's green eyes are bright with infant happiness and his wispy brown hair is growing longer every day. He's stretching out his tiny hands to me and when I get to the door, Annabelle hops down out of my arms and I grab him from his mother, giving her a short, sweet kiss.
"You better go get cleaned up, Sweetie. Everyone will be here for dinner soon," I say to Annabelle, who's already busy playing with Rufus again.
"And you, my beautiful Isabella, need to pack the kids' overnight bags." I whisper to my wife, running my free hand down her side.
She appears confused, but after a moment, the light flickers on in her mind and she gives me a beaming smile before disappearing. On special occasions I sometimes plan for the kids to stay at my parents, it makes it a lot easier to fuck my wife properly with them away. Anthony babbles incoherently at me just as I see the first vehicle, a silver SUV, pull up.
Lilly is the first out of the SUV, her long blonde hair and ice blue eyes match her mother's to a 'T' and when she passes by me she coos at the baby. Recently she's started getting into Rosalie's make-up and I can see a bit of left over red nail polish on her hands. I told Emmett it would happen soon. He's lucky he made it 6 years before she began playing with make-up when she has Rose for a mother.
I'm hoping that Annabelle will at least make it to 7 before she shows any interest in that stuff. Make-up leads to attention from boys, and boys lead to trouble. Rose steps out of the car next, quickly followed by Emmett who rushes to her side. After years of trial and error, she's well through her second pregnancy, another little girl that they are going to name Violet. The doctors say that they'll have to do a complete hysterectomy after this one, but the two of them are just happier then ever to have the opportunity to raise another kid.
I honestly think that Emmett doesn't even mind not having a boy. He's around them all the time as it is. After his brief stint playing professional football for the Seahawks, he injured himself and since he couldn't go back to playing, he took up the head coach position at the local high school where he works with me. He seems to be extremely happy there.
Alice's white Audi emerges on the drive and she steps out with Jasper. They both give a wave and then they start to unbuckle the twins from their booster seats as Rosalie grills Alice about the boutique. Since she got stuck on bed rest, Rose hasn't been able to go into work, leaving my sister to run the shop. Alice does a great job holding it up, but Rose, being Rose, is crazy as ever about it. Ashley and Jackson both run over when their finally free of their seats and Ashley begins to tickle and play with the baby in my arms.
"He's so cute!" Ashley squeals. "But his socks don't match. He's got on red socks with a blue onesie, Mommy! That doesn't match."
I shake my head at the absurdness of my 4-year-old niece. Her short black hair and green eyes aren't the only things that make her my sister's mini me. Jackson seems more interested in Rufus who is running around with Lilly and Annabelle then clothes though. I barely see his blonde hair and blue eyes as he makes his way pass me. I always find it funny how different they look from each other, no one would ever guess that their fraternal twins.
"Where are mom and dad?" Alice asks, giving me a hug. Just as the words leave her mouth, the black Mercedes appears.
The children, followed closely by Rufus, attack Esme and Carlisle the moment they step out of the car. The house is already beginning to fill up when Charlie arrives in the cruiser with Sue, who's missing Seth terribly. Seth moved to New York recently after graduating college. He's working at a high-end company there, making very good money. Sue's thrilled for him, but she's sad that he's gone. The kids are just about calm when Leah and Jacob show up with Emily in tow.
Emily has brown eyes and brown hair the same color as warm chocolate and her disposition is just as sweet. It's too bad that she has shit for parents. The divorce is impending, we can all see it coming, poor kid. In all actuality, it's for the best though. Jacob and Leah don't belong together, anyone could have told you that after what happened at mine and Isabella's wedding 5 years ago.
The sun was setting on the pacific on a warm summer afternoon, but I saw very little of it. My back was towards the ocean as I stood atop our grassy hill and watched my angel walk down the aisle to me. She looked radiant in a strapless white gown that trailed behind her, her hair in gorgeous curls. Our family and friends were seated in two small groups of chairs aside the walkway where Isabella had her arm entwined with her father's arm. They walked to the gentle sound of the ocean as Isabella's mother and Esme sobbed together. They cried throughout the ceremony, but I heard very little of their quiet cries after I took my Isabella's hand. We exchanged quick I dos before I wrapped my arms around her and devoured her lips. Soft tears fell from her eyes when I pulled away and all was right with the world. There was a tiny reception on the grass, where we laid out blankets and candles and had a picnic of cheese, bread, and other things. It was beautiful and peaceful until the atmosphere was broken by Jacob's shouts.
"You're fucking kidding me, right? Please, tell me you're joking." We all watched as Leah began to cry. Jacob was making a scene, yelling at her in front of everyone.
"I-, I'm sorry. It's just-, she's who you want, Jacob. I'm tired of being second best! I figured that if I stopped taking the pill…if I got pregnant, that you would finally want me, love me, like you love her."
"I never wanted you, Leah. I only wanted to fuck you that was it!" He screamed. "And if she hadn't walked in and found me nailing the shit out of you, I never would have fucking stuck with you. I would have gone back to Bells and that would have been that. You were cheap and I wanted a good fuck. Bells couldn't fuck worth a shit, but that didn't mean that I wasn't crazy in love with her, and yes, I still am."
I had no problem with the argument until it got to the shit about my Isabella. I noticed Isabella's cheeks as they turned bright red and she stared down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone, not wanting to meet their questioning gazes. He'd made my extraordinary wife feel inadequate, and there was no way in fucking hell that I was going to put up with that.
"Maybe you just weren't doing it right because I think she's a fucking goddess in bed," I declared, pulling myself to my feet. "Especially when she digs her nails into my back," I continued as I walked over to him. "It feels fantastic when she does that. I love it when she's so high off her orgasm that she tumbles to pieces in my arms."
And you know what the best part is, Jacob?" I asked him, coming to a stop with my face just inches away from his. "When she screams my name as I take her places you never even dreamed of before."
"Oh yeah, well how does it feel to know my dick was inside her first?" Jacob replied with a smirk. He wanted to play dirty. Well, he started it so I figured might as well finish it. Isabella happened to have told me something perfect for this special occasion.
"How does it feel to know that she was thinking about me when you had your pathetic excuse of a dick inside of her?" I asked, with a grin. His reflexes were fast, but mine were faster. I dodged his fist and thrust mine into his face until I heard the sound of his nose breaking. It felt good, damn good.
Emmett and Jasper grabbed a hold of him before he could retaliate and escorted him away as his sniveling, pregnant girlfriend ran after. It was not how I wanted our reception to go, but Isabella often gets a good laugh at the pictures now.
After everyone calms down, we make our way inside to a delicious dinner, a noisy, but none-the-less delicious dinner. Jacob and Leah remain quiet a majority of the time as the rest of us talk about Jasper's new job at the museum studying civil war artifacts, and Carlisle's early retirement that is fast approaching. When the party begins to break up Esme and Alice go over ideas for the new nursery at Rose's house, and Emmett talks about sports with Charlie. While Sue, Jasper, Isabella, and I watch the little ones while talking about the new park there putting in down the street.
Once everything is cleaned up and put away, we say our goodbyes to everyone. Carlisle and Esme are the last to leave with Anthony, Annabelle, and Rufus in tow. The moment the door closes, I give my wife a mischievous grin.
"The playroom?" I question, reaching up to trail a thumb along her cheek.
Isabella gives me a nod and heads down to the basement to wait for me. Over the years, we've taken a liking to some wild things. It's not anything extreme, just some bondage and domination. We try to save it only for special occasions; it tends to keep things interesting, even though it's pretty much always interesting with Isabella. I strip myself of my clothes, tossing them to the floor before making my way down the stairs. She's waiting there for me, kneeling on the red silk sheets of our play bed, head down, and arms behind her back, completely naked.
"Good girl," I coo, walking over to the side of the bed. I stretch my arm out and run a hand along her soaking wet slit as she lets out a deep moan. "You're soaking…did you miss me today, my Isabella?"
I tease while sliding a finger into her pussy. She nods her head, whimpering slightly as I press my thumb to her clit.
"Look at me, baby," I tell her, pushing a second finger into her. Her eyes lock onto mine and I twist my fingers inside of her, causing her eyes to roll back. Leaning forward I capture her earlobe in my mouth and suck on it softly before whispering in her ear.
"Talk to me, love. Tell me how much you love my fingers deep inside your tight pussy,"
"Oh god, Edward," she moans, shaking on her knees from the sensation when I curl my fingers.
"Ah, ah, ah," I chastise, quickly removing my hand. "Did we forget something, my Isabella?" She whimpers in desperation the moment my fingers leave her skin, which causes me quite a bit of joy, but I hide my amusement as I smack her ass in punishment.
"UGH!" She cries at the sting of my strike, and then recovers quickly. "Please, my Edward, please let me cum."
My cock twitches wildly at the use of her private name for me. Mine…she is mine and I am hers, the way it was always meant to be.
"Is that what you really want, beautiful, to cum on my fingers?" Slowly, I run my tongue along her neck down to her perky pink nipples. "There are so many other things I could do to you." "
Fuck!" She screams when I flick my tongue over the taut peak, her legs quivering with the threat of release.
"Tell me and I'll let you cum, my Isabella. Just tell me what is it that you want." I suck her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it as Isabella cries out.
"Everything! I want your lips on my pussy, your fingers buried deep inside of me, and your cock filling me. Please, my Edward, please!"
I release her nipple and push her back on the bed so that I can dive into her creamy center. She tastes like strawberries and when she pulls on my hair, I growl into her sopping wet heat.
"YES! Yes!" Her legs tremble as they fall on my shoulders and I bring my hand up to fuck her pussy with my fingers.
I feel like I'm about to explode, but it's her birthday and I will give her everything she wants today. She clutches my hair as I push my fingers inside of her, moving them with accurate precision. I suck her clit into my mouth and roll it with my tongue, egging on her release.
"Fuck, that's it, my Edward! So close," She screams, pushing her pussy against my face. Unable to stop myself, I reach down and begin to stroke my cock as I growl against her skin. Her pussy throbs, her backs arches and she cums hard. "Edward!"
"Mine!" I snarl, when I pull my face away. Her eyes travel down to where my hand grips my cock and her eyes light up. She scrambles to kneel on the floor and starts teasing me with her tongue as I continue moving across my length until finally she sucks my cock fully into her mouth.
"Holy fuck, I love it when you fuck me with your mouth, baby. God, it feels so fucking good," I hiss, forcing myself to hold back.
"Play with yourself for me, love. I want to watch you fuck yourself while you suck on me."
Her hand travels down between her legs as I grip onto her hair and guide her along my length and it's too much, it's much too much. I detach her from me by pulling on her hair before I shove her face down into the mattress. Gripping her ass with both hands, I plunge into her as I release a deep guttural moan.
"Oh, fuck," Her hands grip the sheets as she cries out my name.
"Oh, my Ed-Edward!"
"Yes, baby, all yours. Fuck!" I moan, pumping in and out of her as I slide my thumb closer and closer to her back entrance.
"And you're mine! Always mine!" I growl, pushing my thumb in just as her walls start to throb and my insides coil.
"MINE!" I lean forward and sink my teeth into her back and she tumbles over the edge, screaming my name as her pussy squeezes my cock relentlessly. My thrusts become deep and manic before I release inside of her, filling her while marking her in the very same spot I marked her once before, years ago when she was just a quiet nervous girl and I was broken inside. Before I knew what fate would have in store. Passion, healing, love, and my Isabella.
That's all folks! =D Had an awesome time writing this one for you guys and I will for sure be writing a new story very soon. Stick around, this is still just the beginning of my journey into the land of Dirty Edward filled smut. This is Pbroken signing off for Colliding With Fate. =)