Epilogue—15 years later

As I brushed a finger over the smooth roundedness of the Olympic medal in my palm, I looked back on those days at Coldridge with so much fondness that I ached.

My father's shock at the revelation of my deception had soon been overtaken by the shock of, well, everything else that happened that day. He and Mr. Cullen agreed to allow the completion of my studies at the academy, especially once the registrar noticed my name was listed as "Isabella Swan" in the initial application records for the academic year, just as Alice had promised.

The swim team have never let me live any of it down to this day, as those months spent disguised in the locker room with them are now fodder for a million jokes.

But my favorite comeback to their teasing is always to say, "So remind me again, how come Emmett figured it out before all of you?"

Shuts them up real quick.

And Jasper had been so pleased with himself after all his lunacy, declaring that leaked nude tapes would be the fast track to celebrity. He wasn't wrong. Alice arrived just this morning, in a baseball cap and sunglasses to avoid the paparazzi hounding Jasper Swan's wife, and took the twins out for a day with their bubbly auntie.

And so the house was quiet for once as I put the medal back in its place.

"Darling?" Edward stood in the doorway. "The guests will be arriving in an hour. Do you want to get changed?"

I looked over at him, this one love of my life, and felt the urge to tease. "It doesn't taken me sixty minutes to put on a dress, Edward. Besides, I was just admiring your medals."

"Oh?"

"A bit dull, since they're not as golden as mine."

He pounced, lifting me off my feet to wrap my legs around his waist. "You think your four Olympic gold medals and one bronze outrank my three gold and four silver? Is that it?"

"I've got more gold."

"I've got more medals."

He pushed me against the wall and rucked up my skirt. "Say we put this to bed the old-fashioned way."

I laughed at his dad pun, happy to be living life with him as we grew older and crankier and hopefully became a public embarrassment to our children.

He carried me through this old, but newly purchased Victorian home of ours, past the salon with the family photos, up the creaky spiral staircase, and into the sun-drenched master bedroom. He dropped me atop the mattress and tore the strap of my day dress to undress us both with his characteristic speed and recklessness.

"Bella," he murmured, head between my legs, licking the crease between my mound and thigh. He moved up, trailing his mouth over flushed skin, and sucked a nipple into his mouth while palming the other breast in that delicious, rough way that sent electrical zings through my core.

I squirmed at the sensation and lifted my hips. "Please," I begged. "Don't need the foreplay today."

"You get it anyway," he declared and flipped me over.

On my stomach, I moaned at the feel of his lips sucking a mark where my neck met my spine. He pulled and tweaked my nipples for what seemed like ages, as I could feel them grow longer and longer between his fingers. They were so sensitive, even more so since the children were born.

Edward lifted my hips and finally pushed into me from that position, his head pressed against the crook of my neck, grunting into my ear with each thrust.

"I still remember everything about the first time I took you," he whispered. I remembered too, and moaned louder at the surge of memory.

The school had packed me off to a girl's dormitory, not even allowing me in the same hall as the team anymore, but doing so as soon as possible after sectionals still took them a couple business days. And as we still shared a room the night after that life-altering meet, Edward and I made the most of it.

"Ooooh," I said, struggling to speak as he stroked my clit with those perfect fleeting touches. "I can't believe I came the first time."

"Drove me fucking crazy when you did," said Edward.

He had pressed me up against the dorm window so that my breasts pushed into the misty glass at midnight, and eagerly took my body that way the second and third time around too. As it turned out, my chest was bared to the public more than once that weekend.

Edward pulled out of me now to turn my body over again and take his favorite position for when he came: balls-deep, mouth sucking a breast, and hand tangled up in my hair.

We woke later to the sound of our doorbell ringing.

I bolted upright.

Edward pulled on his clothes, ran a hand through his hair, and went off to open the front door as I frantically aimed for a semblance of hostess-level presentability.

I sailed into the salon twenty minutes later to a peal of laughter.

"Oh, that's totally a post-sex glow," said Mike, draped across my couch like a king in his castle. Conan sat grinning beside him. Though their romantic fling had proven brief, they had become and remained fast friends through all these years.

Conan stood up like the only polite person in the room that he was to wrap me in a warm hug. "Happy housewarming and congratulations. The house has you written all over it. The place looks great, Bells."

"It does, doesn't it?" I said with a happy sigh.

Edward walked in with more arrivals, and soon the party was well underway as the liquor flowed freely into the mouths of our pretty raucous guests.

"Bumblebee!" I squealed, a bit raucous myself, running to greet Damien when he arrived late in the evening. "You made it."

"Got off work just now. Received a big lead we had to follow up on in person," he said, blue eyes shining with satisfaction although I was sure he felt as exhausted as Edward did after a day in the field.

Damien and Edward worked for different departments in the FBI but got to pass their initial training in Quantico together, see each other occasionally, and even collaborate on cases. Although Edward couldn't do undercover work as a pretty decorated Olympian nor could he give me the details of what he did on a daily basis, I was pretty sure these two men owed each other their lives by now.

Edward slapped Damien on the back in welcome as he handed our newest guest a stiff drink.

I returned to the couch, where Emmett had coaxed the Timely Twins into a game of Two Truths and a Lie.

Emmett lifted his martini and silenced the room with a roar. "It's my turn now, ladies and gentleman. One: I got a perfect score on my SATs. Two: I once officially beat Edward at the 200 meter butterfly. Three: I've made out with Alice Cullen."

The room froze, and I had to say, "We all know you never scored well on anything with math in it, but that means…"

Jasper said, almost frantically, "That he never beat Edward. He could never beat Edward at that thing he just said, right? Right? BELLA? EDWARD?"

"Actually, I remember that day," I said. "It wasn't pretty in the locker room afterwards, but it happened. And like I said, that means…"

Emmett looked suicidally smug as Jasper and Edward advanced on him.

"When?" demanded Jasper.

Emmett slung an arm around the back of the couch and sipped his martini. "Oh, way back in the good old days."

"Hi, guys! Something told me this would be the perfect time to arrive!" chirped Alice from the doorway.

"Alice," I called out to the stunning brunette in a pixie cut and purple power suit, "get in here please and prevent the murder of our dear and stupid friend Emmett."

I watched her prance over to Edward for a moment and wrap him in a hug. All the annoyance melted from his face as he held his sister to his chest, and even after all this time, the sight of them connecting so easily still dampened my eyes.

She smiled as she informed me she had just tucked my kids into bed. I shook off the sappiness overtaking my heart and headed off to wish my babies goodnight.

Abby peeked out a tiny bit from under her covers as I crept into the room. "Are you a monster?"

"No, baby, I'm here to banish any monsters you've got." I perched on the edge of her bed as she burst forward into my embrace. "Benny, come here too, sweet boy."

My darling five year-olds, miniature versions of their father with no physical resemblance to me whatsoever, slept in bunk beds shaped like a pirate ship.

Benny glanced down at us from the top deck. "But Mommy, the covers are tucked in perfect." He stuck his head out over the edge of the bunk and pursed his lips into a kiss face.

I stood and let him smack a loud kiss against my cheek.

After a short bedtime story filled with sword-wielding princesses and magical beasts, I tiptoed out with a full heart to return to the den of sin, where the age-old game of shock value continued with the ferocity of war.

Mike was taking his turn. "One: I almost missed the Sectional Meet where Bella got outed because I thought it would be way too boring. The irony!" He laughed so hard his drink sloshed over. "Two: I fell asleep on the bleachers during a swim meet and woke up with everyone gone. Three: Conan still rings me up for sexy times when he's drunk."

"So true!" slurred Conan from across the room.

"Number two!" I called.

Mike nodded. "Yup, I fell asleep but woke up to the custodian still working on cleaning up."

"Mike, you asshole," muttered Jack.

Edward stood and flicked Mike's forehead. "Yeah, fuck you, man."

"Speaking of that fateful Sectionals though," began Damien, leaning forward, "you two never did tell us what the conversation was like when you got home. Was Edward not even a bit mad about the whole switcheroo operation?"

Edward looked over at me. "Well, there wasn't much conversation that evening, if you catch my drift."

Jasper slapped a hand over Edward's mouth. "Say any more and you get details about your own sister's sex life."

"AWW, JASPER," complained Emmett. "I wanna hear the dirt."

Edward pushed my brother's hand away as I moved to stand at his side.

"My turn," I announced. "One: Edward has the most understanding, forgiving heart I've ever known."

"One! One is the lie," bellowed Emmett as Edward kissed me soundly on the mouth.

"Two," I said, pulling away to glare at Emmett, "I would have been valedictorian if it weren't for my shenanigans as a boy. Three: I saw Tanya Denali giving Edward a blowjob on my very first day at Coldridge."

Edward hung his head as the room burst into raucous applause and Alice choked on her drink.

"That girl gave great head," saluted Emmett.

"Who the hell haven't you had?" asked Edward.

Emmett had to think about that a moment. "Bella. But we had our moments."

I grabbed Edward's arm. "He's kidding, baby. Now, the answer is number two. Edward and I both lost fair and square to Bree Hayley. We weren't exactly the most focused students after we officially got together."

"Understatement of the goddamn century," muttered Damien, tipsy as hell by now. "Did I ever tell you guys about the time I caught them in the practice pool during final's week? Or the time Bella ran from the Brandon Hall bathrooms into Alice's room buck naked while I was visiting my girlfriend? Tell me, Bella, was dressing like a boy so repressive that suddenly you had to make sure no one mistook you for Jasper ever again?"

Everyone laughed as I shrugged. "Nah, I think public nudity just lost its fear factor."

"Good times. Good times," repeated Edward, swaying a bit now from the alcohol.

And when he took me to bed that night, all I could think was that sometimes the good times never end.

A/N:

Hello, dear readers. I returned to finish this story 6 years later because I find leaving something incomplete personally painful, and more than that, I wanted to do right by you all.

This silly tale has been pure, distracting fun and a means of connecting with people like you who enjoy madness and sunshine.

I am not opposed to writing a second epilogue if an intriguing idea hits. Please drop a line if you have requests for me to consider.

And also, if you've been here from the start—a full decade ago in 2010!—or anywhere in between, I'd love to send you a personal thanks. Let me know who you are so that I may reply.

XOXO,

SQ