AN Hey! You guys, I am SO SO SO sorry, that I haven't updated in a while! But I'm at my grandma's house right now..You know what that means! No signal! So I can write, yeah no problem. But, I can't post! So I'm gonna post this as soon as possible! I'm SO sorry guys! But don't give up on me! I'm writing now! Oh, and I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I haven't been putting up any disclaimers! Well, I think I did on the first chapter...but you know what I mean! Wow! This is a long author's note. So, I'm just let you read this disclaimer then the story so...here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters, except th ones I made up. The wonderful Stephenie Meyer owns the others. But I do own the plot. Haha, and this epilogue. So there! Hah!

Anyway on to the story...

"Nessie!" I called to my teenage daughter, who was upstairs in her room like always. Teenagers.

"What Mom?" she called back.

"Come down here," I commanded. I heard her huff and she started to trudge down the stairs. My daughter looks like me and her father, neither one more though, I think. She had her bronze curls pulled back into a messy bun on the top of her head; a few strands framed her face though. (I wear my hair like this all the time)

"Yes?" she said with a sweet voice—sarcastic little troll. But I love her anyways.

"Dad's almost back with dinner," I told her.

"What are we having?" she asked me. Did she ever keep up with what day it was?

"Nessie, tell me, what day is it?"

"Uh, I dunno," she admitted.

"It's Friday, sweetie," I said. Realization crossed her face. Every Friday we would invite Charlie—Renee was killed in a car accident 2 years ago—and everyone over for Chinese. Well our house was big enough to have that many people over. Our house was huge. Just then the front door opened. I walked from the foot of the stairs, where I was currently standing, to help Edward at the door.

"Hello, love," he greeted me.

"Hey," I said, and I bent over to kiss him.

"Ugh, old people love," Nessie complained.

"Got that right," Edward murmured as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Nice legs Daisy Dukes makes a man go "whoo hoo"

That's the way they all come through like "whoo hoo whoo hoo"

Low cut see through shirts that make ya "whoo h—"

The song was cut off by Nessie pressing the "send" button on her cell phone.

"Hello?" We could hear whoever it was, answer, "Hello?"

"Oh hey, Uncle Em," Renesmee said.

"I'm like two blocks away, Kiddo," Emmett's voice said through the phone.

"Okay, I'll see you in a few," Nessie told him.

"Bye," I heard Emmett say.

"Uncle Emmett is on his way," Nessie informed us needlessly.

"We know," Edward said. Renesmee had a very confused look on her face.

"Your phone is as loud as crap, Hun," I said.

"Oh."

There was a bang on the door. I ran over and yanked it open. Emmett was standing there with his four year old boy—Ethan—on his shoulders. A normal person would be thinking "How did he get here so fast?" Well when you know Emmett—you know he's crazy, so you know he drives crazy.

"PARTAAAAY!" Emmett screamed. See? This proves my point on the whole "Emmett is crazy" thing.

"Hey, you guys!" I greeted.
"Hey," Rosalie said apologetically.

"Hi, Aunt Bella," Rosalie and Emmett's twin girls, Amanda and Ashley greeted. Amanda and Ashley were seven, Ashley was older by 3 minutes. They looked more like Rose than Emmett. They had Rosalie's blonde hair and perfect features, but whenever they smiled you could most definitely see Emmett's dimples in there. And they always said everything together—it was actually quite scary sometimes. Especially when they finished each others sentences.

And then they're oldest child Mark who was Nessie's age, had Emmett's face exactly, but he was no where near as buff as Emmett, he had that really short, dark, curly hair that Emmett has. They looked so alike, you couldn't even believe it. But Mark had just walked through the door and had murmured "Hello" to me. He was a very quiet one—well mannered, so that was proof that him and Emmett weren't exactly alike.

"Hi girls!" I said and pulled them up into a hug.

We talked for a little I asked how they were and it went great, they were in band now, Rosalie told me they're fabulous at the flute. They loved confusing they're teachers on who was who.

I got a call from Alice telling me they were almost here, that they had left a few minutes ago. When they did get here Alice ran up to me and hugged me. Even after all these years she was still more hyper than the average five year old.

"Hi Bella!" she sang.

"Hey Ali."

Alicia and Jackson—Alice and Jasper's kids, who were around Nessie and Mark's age—filed in after Jasper and said there hello's to me, then went off to go find the others there age. They were all the best of friends, which was always nice. How everyone always got along. Alicia and Jackson were so much like Alice and Jasper. But flipped in an odd way. Alicia had that blonde hair of Jasper's, grown out to her mid-back. She had mostly Jasper's features, but the odd thing was, she had Alice's personality. She was extremely hyper—just like Alice, and she was fifteen! I thought around that age you got lazy—but no not Alicia. And then there's Jackson, he looks like Alice. He's got Alice's jet-black hair, and it's spiked up like Taylor Lautner. And Alice's pointed features but manlier—much manlier. But of course you would think he's gonna be hyperactive as well, correct? Nope, he's all cool, calm, and collected. Always real leaned back, never panicky. Just like his father.

Charlie was next to arrive. He was always really depressed since Mom passed, but he seemed cheery enough tonight. I was happy to see him starting to get over it. Charlie loved coming over on Friday. I thinks it's because of the kids he treats them all like his grandchildren. And they all loved him like a grandfather.

When Carlisle and Esme got here, we all went to the dining room to eat—this has got to be the biggest dining room in Washington. (Well I might be exaggerating, I don't know...) (Dining room on profile) Once everyone was seated, we started passing around the cartons of Chinese food. I loved our stupid little traditions. And I loved my life. I loved my daughter. I loved my family. And I loved my husband. I loved how my life panned out. I was just in one of those moods. A mood where you—well, you love everything.

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AN Aww! The end of a story! I just hate it when that happens! It feels like a little part of you dies! Aww! Now I'm mourning that part of me that just died! I really sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it! Because, well, I dunno I like making people happy as much as I can—most of the time. Haha! Well, I'm so glad that a lot of people liked this story! Because it was really fun while it lasted. And I hope you tell all of your friends, about the story W!NTISYA! (Wow! Never Thought I'd See You Again! In case you didn't know that!) And as a farewell gesture, I would like to ask everyone who read this story to leave a review, telling me how much you loved it. Or liked it. Or even hated it! I just want to hear from you guys more than anything! I wish I could give all you wonderful people out there, reading this right now, a big hug and a car of your choice! So, on that note—Bye! I love you guys! Yall are FABU!

Sincerely,

Alyssa!