I love completing something. Gives me some self-worth.

Final Puzzle Piece

Charlie was decked out in a great black tux. I admired him for dressing so nicely for the occasion. Jacob, having fully recovered from his rib incident, was spiffed up in an equally appealing tuxedo. His short hair was as he usually wore it, no gel, just natural, as though he could tell I always liked it that way. I certainly had never told him.

Gosh, how the Church looked. All nice, with flowers everywhere. My favorites, lilies and roses, in ornate glass vases stationed in convenient places. People sat in the pews, some already crying. Why? I hadn't been escorted out yet, but my time was coming.

The pack was tidied up. Leah looked stunning, and Emily looked equally lovely. The guys were all dressed in tuxedos, with tight ties. It was amusing to look at them, adjusting themselves and trying to act properly. It was like they had never been to Church before.

The Cullens were there. Rosalie looked very happy. I didn't blame her. I'd finally done what she wanted. Emmett looked out of place. The clothes he was wearing did look a little tight. Alice kept trying to get Jasper to smile, but he just made her melancholy to shut her up. It seemed to bring a grin to his face, so I'd say Alice accomplished her task, even if unconventionally. Esme and Carlisle looked just like a king and queen, they were so regally dressed, and Edward…he looked neither upset nor glad. He had been a mellow kind of guy the past few days, I'd watched him. At least he didn't fight with Jake anymore. I thanked him for that.

I sighed and looked over the whole congregation one last time. And then, the music started, and the procession began. Charlie didn't look uncomfortable at all. In fact, he was sort of pleased. I mean, I'd ended up with his best friend's kid, and he liked Jacob a lot. Much better than he ever had Edward. I suspect he was glad I had made a decision that suited him. But as I told him a lot, I didn't need to decide. It had already been decided.

The whole imprinting thing would never have fully established itself in Charlie's brain. I knew that from the moment I got home. It was too complicated, and besides, he still wasn't allowed to know about werewolves or vampires. Ever.

He smiled at me, with teeth, for the first time ever as he looked down at me, dressed in white, my hair curled and piled up on top of my head, covered by a veil. "You look beautiful," he whispered. I kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Daddy," I whispered back. Again, another first.

And we were off. I held his arm with one hand and my flowers with the other. The whole time, I tried not to look at Jacob, who had grown into a gorgeous young man of 21 (I'd convinced him to wait a while for us to get married.). But it was impossible to resist, and I took him in with my greedy brown eyes. All mine in a matter of minutes.

We slipped rings on each other's hands, and I felt the old thrill rush through me. After all these years, he never ceased to excite me. And when my husband kissed me, I felt like I could fly. I was Isabella Black, and would forever be. That fact was the best I'd ever heard.

The doorbell rang. I climbed out of my rocking chair, shooed the children into the yard, and walked over to the door. Carefully, I might add, for I had another one on the way. I sincerely hoped that Jacob would be at the door, tricking me into yet another kiss by greeting me at the front door instead of the back. But upon opening it, I beheld a perpetually 17-year-old boy, who looked quite sheepish.

"Come in, Edward," I beckoned him into my warm household and led him into the kitchen. "Hello, Bella," he said politely, and I showed him to a chair at the kitchen counter. After fixing myself a cup of coffee, I sat down in the chair opposite him and smiled. "So, what's up?" He fiddled with a toy one of the kids had left on the table and didn't look at me when he said, "We're moving again."

Edward and I had been friends for a while now. To be honest, we'd been chums ever since he saved my life, the day Jacob imprinted on me. I forgave him of any past wrongs, and he did the same, and from then on, we were good pals. The news he was now giving me, twelve years later, gave me a twinge of real pain.

"All of you?" I asked. Even though I was friends with Edward, I had always liked Alice more. She came over regularly to visit, talk to the kids, and socialize with Leah, who sparked her interest for some reason.

Edward nodded. "People have clearly begun to notice, Mrs. Swan. We can't just say Carlisle's been getting Botox forever and that we offspring have all gone off into the world, never to come visit. It won't work much longer. Plus, we have to distract the Volturi. The farther away we are, the safer you guys will be."

I sighed. "Will you ever come back and visit us?" He looked up then and smiled. "Would you like that, Mrs. Swan?" I grinned. "Of course, young Cullen. I would be honored to have you in my home." We laughed, and then he rose.

"I have to go now, Bella. I came back to tell you, and now I've got to find the others before they get too far off." I patted his shoulder. "Thank you for everything," I whispered, choked up with tears. He took my warm, motherly hand and kissed it. "I'll never forget you, Bella. Ever. I swear." And with that, he took off.

I stood there in the doorway for a while. I was staring in the direction he'd left. I didn't even notice when Jacob appeared at my side. "You okay, honey?" he asked, turning me around to face him. I gasped at first, but then laughed. "You scared me, Jake! But yes, I'm all right."

He kissed me, and then held me in his strong, warm arms. "What are we going to name him?" I didn't need to think. "Eddie," I muttered. He pulled me back and looked at me. "Why that name?" he asked me. I shrugged. "Oh, I just like it. Helps me to remember." He nodded, as though he knew, and held me again. I smiled and mouthed it again. Eddie would be my little boy's name. Not Edward, but Eddie. Because that was the name I liked best. It not only described my old friend's good side, but it would help me to remember in every aspect how much of my life he had shaped. I would never forget. Ever. I swore.

Don't you just love happy endings? I truly hope you enjoyed my version of Twilight. Thank you to everyone, and I do believe that I have only one thing left to say: Fin.