Here's the last chapter *sigh*. Thanks to all of you who reviewd, and I hope I didn't dissapoint :) xx

Epilogue

Bella's POV

"Once again Bells, an amazing meal." My father announced, leaning back on his chair, resting his hands on his stomach.

"It's true." My husband agreed, kissing me on the check. "You are the best cook I have ever had the fortune to meet. Just don't tell my mother." Charlie laughed hard at that.

"I'm sure Olena will agree." Charlie chortled. My father and my mother-in-law got on like a house on fire, especially due to the fact that he was willing to eat anything and everything she cooked, which gave her an excuse to cook more.

"Daddy!" My daughter fidgeted in her high chair and held her arms up, signalling that she had had enough and wanted out.

Dimitri lifted Roza out of the chair, and she was off like a shot, running into the other room to play with her toys.

"She looks a hell of a lot like you did Bells, especially when she wants something. Those puppy-dog eyes you gave me were the cutest thing in the world. I never could resist them."

"Here here." Dimitri agreed. I smiled, knowing that he was referring to both of us. Roza and I had both the men at the table wrapped around our little fingers, and we knew it.

"Honey, could you help me bring the plates in? And dad, go and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I'm sure Roza will be more than happy to show you her new My Little Pony." I swear, Charlie knew more about those things than she did. He claimed it was 'father's initiative' but I reckon my step sister Leah and her six year old had something to do with it.

We carried the dishes into the kitchen and I helped Dimitri stack the dish washer. Well, I passed him the stuff as I was in no fit shape to bend down. Yes, here I am. Isabella Marie Belikov, 28. Wife to Dimitri Paul Belikov, mother to Roza Marie Belikov, and pregnant once again. Not that I minded in the slightest. It was just the fact that I had once said that I would never have kids, that I thought they were just noise machines, always dripping with some kind of goo. I think that was how I'd put it. But I couldn't think of life without Roza, or Baby Belikov 2 once he/she came along.

Roza was born on the 3rd June 2002. She was the spitting image of me, bar the hair, lips and smile. She was fluent in Russian – Dimitri insisted – or, to put it another way, she knew as much Russian as she did English.

Dimitri straightened up and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me against his chest – as much as he could with 7 months worth of pregnancy bumping against him. He rubbed soothing circles into my back with his magic thumbs, erasing all the tension that had built up there. I sighed in contentment and rested my head on his shoulder. We stood like that for a few minutes, before I felt the baby kicking. I reached behind me and took on of Dimitri's hands, placing them on the spot on my left. It didn't hurt – yet – but it had gone past the stage of feeling like butterflies.

I will never forget the first time Dimitri felt Roza kicking. We were lounging on our sofa, watching a movie. I was resting the popcorn bowl on my stomach, and she kicked it off. When he put his hands there, he was still so long that I thought there might be something wrong. But when he met my eyes a few moments later, he was crying. I knew he would make a great father, but at that moment, I knew he'd be an amazing one.

And he was. He joined in with princesses, fairies, mums and dads. He was willing to get dressed up, made over; have his hair platted, even have his nails painted bright pink once. He may have grumbled to me later on about it when I was taking it off, but I knew he enjoyed every minute of it.

Our lives were near enough perfect. We had an amazing 5 bed roomed house with a massive garden, 3 bath rooms and a study. We had a nice car; nice neighbours and both had good careers. Sure, we stressed a bit about loans and income etc, but we covered most of it. And whenever we had those serious money talks, a parcel of cash would turn up in the mail the next day. I knew who it was; I wasn't stupid, but I'd rather accept donations than become bankrupt. Alice had kept her promise and helped us move in, along with Jasper, but that was it. Alice I could handle; Jasper I could bear, but no more than that, please. She came over about once a month, and she was Roza's unofficial God-mother, but I was glad she didn't force herself on us. I think I knew that we would see less and less of her, especially once Roza started to get older and realize that 'Aunty Alice' wasn't getting any older. I hated not telling her the truth, but it wasn't a world I wanted my baby girl to get mixed up in.

I still wanted to see Alice, though. Whether it had to be when Roza was at school, or when Dimitri was out with her, so be it. True to his word, I never saw Edward again. But I knew he knew what was happening with my life. And every so often I would see a familiar Volvo parked across the street, or in a car park. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that. Reassured, I guess that nothing would happen to me or my family. Annoyed that he wouldn't leave me alone. Creped out, because I had a stalker. But as long as all he did was keep me safe etc, I was ok to pretend not to notice.

Dimitri has accepted the promotion, although he had to go up to the Chicago branch of the lawyers firm after the crash. We had bought a house within a week, and moved down within the month. Roza was born 7 months later, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Charlie had married his long term girlfriend Sue Clearwater last year, and we usually had Christmas, thanksgiving etc round here; it could fit in all the Swans, Belikovs, Dwyers and growing number of Clearwaters. We all got on great, and I was glad that all my family could get along. So much so that Olena, Sue and Renee met up once a month for a 'coffee morning' ie, all get drunk before 2 and crash out on a sofa – usually mine – and complain about their hangovers for the rest of the day. Dimitri and Seth often played baseball, or football. Some sport or other. Dimitri could kind-of keep up with the Quilletts, and Charlie, Phil and Olena's new husband, Christian, often went fishing. It was great. Viktoria, Sonya, Karolina, Leah and I met up a lot, and all our kids were around the same age, so it made family get-togethers a lot more fun for all of us.

The baby kicked again, and Dimitri rubbed the spot. I moved my head from his shoulder and rested my forehead against his. He moved his head slightly and pressed his mouth against mine. I responded instantly – just as I always have – and I was content. I was happy. I was loved.

Everything was perfect.

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