A/N- Guys, I'm so sorry about this. I debated about this chapter a bit, started and trashed it a few times, but in the end, I decided that the story needed an epilogue. That was my original plan, and I'm sticking to it.

-S.

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

Tanya Denali was pissed. She'd gotten the call from her lawyer that morning, the call she never wanted; the call she had been dreading for weeks now. Garrett Snow, the divorce attorney her ex- husband had hired a few months back, had just called to inform her that she was officially a free woman. Yeah, like she ever wanted to be.

She wanted her happy little family. She wanted to go back to that, to her husband and her daughter, to the life that was now officially gone, dead, and flushed down the toilet as if it had never existed in the first place. Well, that wasn't completely true. She still had her baby. One of the first things that had to be dealt with was the custody of Elizabeth. Edward had the gall to look teary eyed as he gave his parental rights up to Tanya, with the request of frequent visits. At least he hadn't stolen everything from her. Just her foreseeable future.

She scowled at her computer screen angrily. Even it had the nerve to betray her. She wasn't overly deceitful, or mean, or hateful, and she certainly did not enjoy bringing herself pain, but she just couldn't resist. She'd heard once, from her incredibly selfish ex- husband that his new arm candy had a rather successful job working for The New York Times. What he had failed to mention, was that, in essence, she was The Times. She just so happened to be the youngest, and, according to multiple sources, the greatest editor- in- chief in all of its establishment.

What, was she not good enough anymore? Was it because she wasn't as successful, as well known, as wealthy, as this Isabella Swan was? The story, while not making it into The Times itself, had reached the homepage of its website. Miss Bella Swan, as she preferred to be called, had recently announced her engagement to a successful surgeon from the east coast.

Well, this was just perfect, wasn't it? She was out there, living it up, rich and famous in her own right, getting married to a man whom Tanya thought was perfect. And he was her man or, at least, he used to be. She groaned and finished off her coffee; the buzz of the caffeine was the best she could do at ten o clock on a Wednesday morning in presence of her four year old daughter.

She liked to think that she was rational, smart. She liked to think that she was a good person, happy, kind, charming, and usually, she was. But this was different. This was personal. She wanted to hate him, but, for whatever reason, she couldn't, so instead, she wanted him to burn.

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Two Weeks Before

Life, according to Bella Swan, was good. No, better than that, it was perfect. She had everything she could ever want. Edward was back. Her Edward was back, and he had forgiven her. What more could she ask for? It was as if life couldn't possibly get any better.

It was Saturday, and she was eating Eggs Benedict outside of a café near central park. The sun was still rising in the east, bathing everything in a golden light. One might say it was peaceful; they might even go so far was to call the tranquility heavenly. Well, it would be, if it weren't for Alice. Did she always have to go crazy like this?

Near to the end of her meal, she began to feel strange. He stomach churned as sipped the end of her coffee. She tried to listen to Alice babble on about the wedding; to add comments and ask questions like Rose was, but the nauseating feeling wouldn't leave her alone.

"Are you okay?" Alice asked after noticing the sickly look on her face.

"Oh," Bella started. How long had Alice been watching her? "I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom."

Alice nodded, shooting a glance at her phone. "Alright," she began, unsure. "But you have to hurry, if you can. Our appointment is in a half hour."

Bella agreed as she tore through the restaurant in search of the bathroom. This shouldn't take long, right? She hadn't eaten much. When she arrived in the ladies room, she was out of breath. An older woman watched her from where she stood washing her hands, but Bella had no time to placate her. She flung herself into the nearest stall, and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

This was not how she was supposed to spend her Saturday. When she was finished and the toilet was flushed, she sat on the lid, and attempted to catch her breath. What was it that had made her sick? The food here was incredible, and she had felt fine when she'd woken up that morning.

Belatedly, a thought came to her. Her period was nine days late. Ordinarily, she wouldn't worry. She'd missed her cycle before due to stress, and she'd never had a regular schedule, but now what? She was having morning sickness? That only meant one thing. What was she going to tell Alice? This was an important day. They had a final dress fitting in twenty- five minutes, and the rehearsal dinner was set for eight o clock that night.

After she'd cleaned herself up, she headed back out to the front terrace, determined to not give anything away unless it was unavoidable. Of course, with her friends, it was.

"What was that?" Rose asked when she caught sight of her.

"It was nothing, honestly. I think I've just got a touch of the flue."

Alice's eyes got wide, and she looked scared. "What? No, Bella you're my maid of honor! You can't get sick!"

"Relax Alice," Bella responded, laying a hand on her shoulder. "The wedding is in a week and a half; I'm sure I'll be fine by then."

Alice didn't look very convinced. "Can you still come to the fitting?"

Bella thought for a moment, unsure if that was the best idea. "I'll meet you guys there. Let me just head down to a pharmacy to pick up some flu stuff."

Rationally, Alice knew that the flu didn't last very long, but how could she have her wedding without the maid of honor? Of course Rose could step in, but then she'd still need to find another bridesmaid to even things out.

"Maybe you should call Edward. He is a doctor, you know."

Edward had returned to New York with her a few weeks before. Both of them had decided that it was the best thing to do, with everything that's been going on. After talking over everything that first night, they agreed that Edward would go to New York with her, at least until after the wedding. Bella hadn't said anything to him yet, but she was positive that going back to Seattle was the right thing to do. She would miss her friends like crazy, but this whole big mess was due to Bella's terribly selfish mistake, and so she figured, if anyone should have to suffer for the sake of their relationship, it should be her.

"Alice, it's fine," she said slowly. "I'll meet you there."

As it turns out, it wasn't fine. She sat in a white washed bathroom in the back of a CVS freaking out. The little white stick in front of her, and the three others beside it, all had a little pink plus sign printed on the indicator window.

Now what? She thought as she paced the length of the handicapped stall. She was pregnant, with Edward Cullen's baby. What was she going to do? It was then that she realized she was in danger of being very late for the fitting. Alice would kick her ass if she wasn't on time. She left the store in a hurry, hailed another cab, and that was that, she would deal with all of this later.

Alice spent the entire fitting sending glances Bella's way, as if she knew something was up. Of course, it was Alice, so chances are, she did. The dresses were beautiful. Alice went with a deep red color scheme, so Rose's and Bella's dresses were satin, knee length, burgundy little numbers without straps. They went hand in hand with Alice's strapless satin gown, and the bouquet of roses she would be carrying.

When the fitting was over, Alice assured the seamstress that everything was perfect, and that she'd be over in about a week to pick them up. After a quick lunch, they each headed to their respective homes to relax for a little while before getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.

Well, in Bella's case, it was more like freak out. She still had no idea what she was going to do, or what she was going to say, let alone when.

XxxXxxX

Same Day

Since coming to New York, Edward hadn't done much outside of acting like a tourist. He was on leave from the Seattle Children's Hospital until further notice. At first, he wasn't sure how asking for a vacation would go over with his superiors, that was, until he was informed of the amount of vacation days that he had actually acquired over the years. It was no secret that Edward loved his job, and his nearly perfect attendance record could attest to that.

But, on that day, while his girlfriend was out shopping with her friends, he had a specific place he needed to visit.

The jewelry store was almost completely empty when he arrived, save a young woman, who appeared to be inquiring about some earrings. When the jeweler caught sight of him, he nodded over the woman's shoulder, acknowledging his presence, and continued on with his customer. Edward didn't mind. Bella was out with her friends. He hadn't known Alice long, but he was sure, that if she was in the group, they wouldn't be back for a while.

When the young woman was satisfied, she left the store with a smile on her face. As soon as she was out of sight, the jeweler, a grey haired older man by the name of Laurent turned to Edward.

"Ah, right on time sir," he said, with a glance at the clock. "I just finished with it."

As Edward pulled out his wallet, Laurent vanished into a back room that was concealed by deep green curtains. A moment later, the man was back, a small black box in his hand. "I think you'll find this satisfactory," With a quick peek in the box, Edward thanked the man, and handed him a shiny black credit card.

As he made his way back to Bella's condo, Edward couldn't help but over think things, as he did quite often. Was this smart? No, that was irrelevant; the better question would be will it work? He couldn't bear to think of what he would do if it didn't. Losing her again was out of the question. Whatever might happen, he knew that he would never forgive himself if he didn't at least try.

When Bella returned home two hours later, she was met with Edward's eager smile. They spent the afternoon watching cheesy movies with the lights off, which was about the only thing that Edward could do without giving something away. They sat together, cuddling, kissing, and laughing at ridiculous characters and unbelievable plot points.

At about six thirty, Edward finally clicked the television off.

"Now, my dear, we have an hour and a half to get ready for dinner, I don't know about you, but a shower sounds perfect," he whispered in her ear suggestively. His warm breath tickled Bella's ear, and she blushed.

She looked at him, giggled, and took off running. "Race you!"

The water beat down on them, as the two took turns washing each other. When the last of the soap was swirling down the drain, Bella reached to turn the water off. "Well, I guess we're done now. I'm going to need at least an hour to get ready, so-"

Edward cut her off. "Don't you dare, tease."

His hands trailed down her back, moving ever closer to her ass. Goosebumps erupted over her skin. His left hand settled on her behind, touching, squeezing, while his right one gently pushed her legs apart. Slowly, painfully slowly, his index finger found her clit. His touch was feather soft, and she was positive that now it was his turn to tease her.

One finger found its way inside of her, and he thumb took over his torturous ministrations on her clit. She moaned, craving more. She wasn't nearly full enough. "Edward," she whined. "More."

"Patience," he whispered in her ear. His fingers slowed a bit, which had Bella whimpering. His left hand moved from her ass cheek to her breast, where he pinched her nipple, leaving her a moaning mess.

Suddenly, just as she clamped down around his finger, he stepped back, puling both of his hands from her body. "How's that for a tease?"

"You're no fair," she said to him dejectedly.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not done yet," As he touched her, his cock got increasingly hard. It rubbed against her ass wantonly. He was sure that if he continued on that way, this would be done before it really had a chance to start.

"Put your hands on the wall," he ordered. She complied, liking this new side of him. "Lower," he said, "Bend down for me."

When her hands were low enough on the wall, when her ass was sticking up enough for his liking, he stepped forward and placed his hands on her hips. He moaned at the friction of his dick on her ass. "Are you ready for me?"

She moaned, and nodded sporadically. With great speed and force, he pushed himself into her hot core. His rhythm was fast and demanding. Before he knew it, she was tightening around him again. As he lost himself inside of her, he brought his hand back between her legs. His fingers skittered around the spot where they were joined, before settling on her clit once again.

And then, she was right along with him, screaming through her release.

XxxXxxX

At eight o clock on the dot, Edward and Bella arrived at the hotel where the rehearsal dinner was being held, both of them, dressed to the nines.

They were seated at the front table with Alice and Jasper, and Rose and Emmett. Alice, though usually very picky, especially when it came to her wedding, bent the rules, just this once for Edward and Bella, allowing them both to sit at the front table together, even though Edward wasn't part of the wedding party.

They spent the night talking, laughing, and dancing. Of course, Bella was a terrible dancer, but she still enjoyed herself, stumbling along with Edward, who wasn't very good at it himself. Edward tried on more than one occasion to get Bella to drink something, but she refused. Edward was beginning to get suspicious.

At ten thirty, when the party was still in full swing, Edward pulled Bella to the dance floor once more. This time, they stayed off to the side, dancing so slowly, it was closer to standing still.

"This could be for us," Edward whispered to her at last, after arguing with himself for a good ten minutes.

Bella backed up a step, so that she could look him in the eyes. "What do you mean?" She asked him.

"I mean," he started nervously. "That I love you. Yeah, maybe this isn't the best place, and I'm a little freaked out over what Alice will do when she finds out, but I don't care. I love you, Bella Swan, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I let you go once. I let you go when I should have fought for you, or, or come with you, but I didn't," He was still beating himself over this, he knew, but for whatever reason, he couldn't seem to let go of the idea that this was all his fault.

"Edward," Bella tried to interrupt him, but he wouldn't let her.

"Just listen for a minute, okay?" he whispered to her.

She nodded.

"I love you more than my own life, and I know you feel the same. Why else would you fly across the country for me?"

She wondered briefly how he could still see it that way. Yes, she flew out to find him, but that was only after leaving him, after breaking his heart just to chase dreams that she hadn't dreamt up yet.

"I love you more than my own life, and I'm asking," He paused, pulling away from her. He dropped to one knee, and pulled the delicate diamond ring, his grandmother's ring, from his jacket pocket. Some people turned their heads to watch what he was doing. "Alice is going to kill me for doing this, but, I want to share my life with you. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, and fall asleep with you in my arms at night. I want you to be my wife."

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Will you marry me?"

Bella couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe, all she could do was nod her head, and let the tears fall.

Suddenly, Alice was there, angry, and beautifully scary. "What on earth are you doing?" she seethed.

"Um," Edward looked at her incredulously, "Proposing to my fiancé?"

She smiled at Bella, before turning back to Edward. "At my rehearsal dinner?"

"It's Jasper's too," Bella muttered.

"I'm sorry, Alice. I just couldn't wait."

"Well, at least you're finally doing it."

The couple looked at her strangely. "Oh please," she drawled out. "Don't you think I can see you you look at each other? I'm glad it's finally happening."

Bella took a breath, well, she thought, it's now or never. "On that note, while Alice is feeling forgiving," She glanced at Alice, before her eyes flickered to Edward. "I'm pregnant."

Both Alice and Edward stared at Bella for a moment. It was almost as though they didn't believe it.

"Really?" Edward asked first, more excited than he could ever say.

Alice mock glared at her, waiting for her answer.

Bella just nodded.

XxxXxxX

Anthony Alexander Cullen was born nine months later to two blissfully happy parents.

A/N- Well, that's it. This one is done. What did you think? Good? Bad? I want to know. I'm sorry it took me so long to finish. On that note, I have a new original story up on Wattpad called 'The Truth About Lifesavers' by ChristiChick. Please check it out.

-S.