DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just own the characters you don't know and the plot.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here is the last chapter - the epilogue. Hopefully it will make up for the last chapter. Do you think I enjoyed killing Jacob? I didn't, it broke my heart just as much as it broke yours. I'm so sorry. *sniffles*

Epilogue

Renesmee's POV

"I can't do this anymore. I can't please don't make me" I begged.

"You have to. I know its hard but you have to do this sweetheart. Its going to be okay" Dad said trying to sooth me.

"You don't know what its like" I snapped at him "You don't know what its like to feel like this"

"You've got me there" he mumbled "Bella perhaps you should handle this" he said and moved away from me and Mom replaced him.

"Don't even think about telling me how this feels. I've done it twice. Now crying about it doesn't make it an easier so take a deep breath and push"

"No" I said shaking my head.

"Renesmee, push" she ordered but before I could protest another pain shot through my stomach and I knew this was it and apparently so did Mom "That's it come on, one last push and then he'll be out"

I screamed out as I pushed hard, I grabbed Mom's hand as the most excruciating pain possible shot through me. Mom kept telling me to push and I did as she was told, I just wanted this pain to stop, I just needed it to go away.

"That's it Renesmee, keep pushing" the doctor ordered and I closed my eyes gave one last push then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. A baby's cry, not just a baby my baby. I collapsed back onto my pillow and Mom smoothed her hand over my face "It's a boy. Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" the doctor asked Dad but I was too exhausted to move. I opened my eyes as the baby cried again "Would you like to hold him?"

"Yeah" I nodded and the doctor placed the baby in my arms. I smiled down at the small bundle in my arms "He looks just like him" I whispered "Same eyes, same nose he even has his hair" I said more to myself then anybody else.

Mom stuck by my side as Dad came up the other side and Dad reached down and touched the babies' hand "Jacob had strong genes, of course his son would look like him"

It had been months since Jacob's untimely death, 9 months and 2 weeks to be exact. I found it hard to carry on without him. Every day seemed like a month, every month felt like a year but a few weeks after Jacob's funeral I discovered something. I had something to live for, something to get out of bed for. The night Jacob died was the night I conceived our son. Suddenly I knew I had to be strong, I had to start living again as I still had a piece of Jacob with me.

"What are you going to call him?" the doctor asked. I smiled down at my newborn son and answered.

"Bruce Jacob Cullen-Black. I want him to have Jacob's last name"

"Why Bruce?" Mom asked.

I laughed "Because Bruce was Batman's real name"

"I always thought you preferred Spiderman?"

"I did but Jacob told me that Batman would totally hand Spiderman his ass on a plate" I repeated Jacob's words from our first day date a year and a half ago "I know its silly"

"It's not silly" Dad said "Bruce suits him. Isn't that right Bruce?" he said and smiled down at my son.

Of course my parents weren't happy when I discovered I was pregnant but they soon came around to the idea. Having Bruce meant that I would have to put my education and career on hold but I didn't care. I had the most precious thing in the world, a little bit of me and a little bit of Jacob.

"I should go and relieve Alice of Drake" Mom said "No doubt he's causing trouble" she chuckled, she kissed me on the head and left the room. Drake was my baby brother, he was born 4 months ago. When he was born was the day that Dad confessed to Mom that he knew everything about her affairs, of course she knew parts of it thanks to me but he explained everything. Drake had brown hair and brown eyes, you couldn't really tell that he wasn't Dad's but I could see parts of Nahuel's father in him. They decided not to tell anybody of Drake's paternal father. He was a Cullen and always will be.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart" Dad said kissing my head.

"Thank you. Could you do me a favour?" I asked.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you send Billy in? I think he should meet his grandson"

"Of course darling" he smiled, squeezed Bruce's hand once more before leaving the room. I wrapped Bruce up in his little blanket and kissed the stop of his head just as the door opened and Billy wheeled himself into the room.

"Hi" I smiled at him "Do you want to meet your grandson?"

"Definitely" he nodded and wheeled himself over to my bed and I handed Bruce over to him and he tucked him into his chest "Hello little guy"

"His names Bruce. Bruce Jacob Cullen-Black. I wanted him to carry on the Black name"

"Thank you" Billy smiled "Such a sweet boy" Billy said to him "You look exactly like your Dad when he was a baby. You're going to be a trouble maker aren't you?" he laughed and I watched as Bruce wrapped his hand around Billy's little finger "I can see Jacob in him"

"He's going to be as handsome as his Daddy" I agreed "Billy he's going to grow up knowing everything about his Dad and I want you to be able to fill in the things I can't. I know I only knew Jacob for 9 months but I want you to know it was the best 9 months of my life"

"What about the 9 months you carried Bruce?"

I laughed "Jacob didn't give me morning sickness or kicked me every time I tried to sleep"

"Good point" he laughed "I'll be there to watch this little guy grow up. I'm going to tell you everything your Dad did. Good and bad" he continued "I still miss him" Billy said looking up at me.

"Me too" I nodded "But I think having Bruce around is going to make it a lot easier. I get to keep Jacob with me a little bit longer y'know?" I shrugged.

"He really did love you. I'd never seen him so happy the way he was with you. And I know how much he would have loved to have met this little guy. I have a few things of Jacob's that I've had since he was a little baby and I was wondering whether I could pass them on to Bruce. You know just a few things like Jacob's baby blanket and a few of his toys, that sort of thing"

"I'd like that. That'd be great"

"Good. I'll get Charlie to drop them off"

"Why don't I come and visit? I'm sure Bruce would like to see where his Daddy came from"

"That's a great idea. We'll fix something up"

"Definitely" I nodded and I continued to watch as Bruce bonded with his Grandfather, I just wished Jacob was here to see his son grow up.

3 years later

"How did you manage to get jelly on your underpants?" I asked Bruce as I put his pants and t-shirt into the washing machine.

"Wyatt dared me" he answered.

"He dared you to put jelly on your underpants?" I asked and he nodded his head "Just because Wyatt is older you don't have to listen to what he says okay baby?"

"But Momma I like Wyatt"

"I knew you do sweetie but when Wyatt tells you to put jelly on your underpants you don't have to do it"

"Okay" he said slowly.

"Okay. Now go and play, dinner is in 5 minutes"

He grinned and ran back out of the kitchen and into the back garden where Wyatt - Sam and Emily's child and Jacob's godson - and Henry and Megan were playing. I still couldn't believe that Bruce was now three years old, time just seemed to fly by. When Bruce turned 1 I decided that I needed to find my own place, a place where I could bring up my son. Of course I didn't have any money as I didn't have a job so Mom and Dad bought me a two bedroom house just around the corner from Paul and Rachel and their two kids Henry and Megan. I promised to pay my parents back for the house but they wouldn't hear of it, I knew one day when Bruce was old enough I would get a job and would be able to pay for the house but until then my parents paid.

I finished preparing dinner for the kids and had just put it on the table when the door bell rang. I opened the door "Lana? What are you doing here?" I asked her a she gave me a hug.

"What I can't visit my BFF and my gorgeous godson?" she asked.

"Yeah of course" I laughed and let her walk in as I closed the door behind her.

"So where is the little guy?" she asked.

"In the garden we were just about to have dinner. Are you hungry?"

"I could go for some grub. Who's we anyway?"

"I have Wyatt, Henry and Megan over"

"The terrible trio. Perfect" she said sarcastically. She sat down on one of the dining room chairs as I went outside to call the kids in. The three elder kids were the first to enter the house and Bruce walked in behind them.

"Aunt Lana" he exclaimed and ran over to her. She bent down and picked him up and sat him on her lap.

"Hello gorgeous" she said and kissed his nose "Are we going for the Full Monty look?" she asked looking down at him, after the jelly incident I thought it would be better to just leave him in his little underpants and also it saved on the washing powder.

"Full Monty?" he asked.

"Never mind" she laughed "What have you been up to little guy?"

"I kicked a ball and it hit Henry" he giggled.

"I let him kick it at me" Henry said. Henry was now 10 but he was 10 going on 16 "You know to be nice and everything"

"Sure" Lana nodded.

"Okay kids, dinner time" I said and they all sat up at the table. I took Bruce off of Lana's lap and placed him in his high chair, not because he was small but because he had a habit of leaving the table as and when he wanted. I set another place setting for Lana and we all ate our dinner.

Lana stayed round for a little while longer but left shortly after the kids had been picked up by their parents. I tidied up the kids toys and put them back into Bruce's play box. I gave Bruce his evening bath before changing him into his pyjamas and settling him into bed.

"Did you have fun today baby?" I asked him as I tucked him in.

"It was funny" he yawned "Momma?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Why does Megan and Henry and Wyatt have Daddy's but not me?" I knew this day would come I had prepared myself for it. Of course over the years I had told him about Jacob, I told him everything about him I just guess that he was too young to remember it all "Where is Daddy?"

"Daddy lives in the clouds" I smiled "But you know what?"

"What?"

"He loves you so very, very much"

"Can he see me?"

"Of course he can"

"Can he hear me?" he asked and I nodded. He looked up to the ceiling "I love you Daddy" I felt the tears fill up in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away before they could spill out.

"Do you want to see a picture of Daddy?" I asked and Bruce nodded. I opened the draw next to his bed and pulled out the photograph which was permanently in his draw. It was a picture that was taken one day at First Beach on one of mine and Jacob's beach dates "That's him" I said handing him the picture "You might not have met Daddy but he loves you and he will always be here" I said pointing at his chest "When you're grown up he'll be right there. When you start school, your first soccer game, your first girlfriend" I said and he scrunched his nose up.

"Girls are icky" he said and I laughed.

"I know they are a bit icky aren't they?"

"Not you Momma. You are pretty"

"Thank you" I said and kissed him on the head "And you are the most gorgeous boy ever and I love you"

"Do I look like Daddy?"

I smiled "Yes you do. You have the same eyes, the same hair and even the same nose" I said and tapped him on the nose and he giggled "But most importantly you have his laugh" I smiled and I felt a tear escape my eye. Bruce sat up and lifted his finger to the tear that fell down my face.

"Why are you crying Momma?"

"I just miss your Daddy"

"Don't cry Momma. I'm here" he said and he wrapped his arms around my neck and climbed onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly to my chest "I love you Momma"

"I love you too sweetie" I whispered and kissed his head.

When Bruce was older I took him to visit Jacob's grave. After that day Bruce insisted on visiting his grave every Sunday. Not that I minded, it was the place where I felt closer to Jacob. The years passed by, Bruce got older and things became easier. Of course I would always miss Jacob, he was the love of my life. I only got 9 months with him but it felt like eternity, it felt like I had known him for years.

We had our ups and downs just like every couple but we always managed to come back together. He was my best friend, my lover and my soul mate. But ultimately he was the father of my child. Bruce was living proof that Jacob was real, that what Jacob and I shared was real. I know that Bruce will grow up to be the man that Jacob was. Kind, loving, funny and loyal.

Jacob might be gone physically but he will remain spiritually in this world in the form of our son. Bruce Jacob Cullen-Black.

The End

A/N Excuse me while I cry like an idiot. I cannot believe I managed to get this story finished today. Thank you so, so much to all of my readers. You guys made me laugh and smile with your reviews and you helped me continue with this story. I know some of you may hate me for how I finished the story but it was what I had planned in my head from the start. I hope you continue to stick with me through the rest of my stories.

-SR-