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Chapter 30 – Epilogue: Happily Ever After (Rosalie's POV)

Seven years later…

"Ssh, don't cry," I cooed to the baby boy in my lap. Gently, I picked up my six month old son, Paul, and started bouncing him up and down. His tears slowly stopped and he giggled. "Oh, you like that? Do you like bouncing up and down, Paul?" He giggled some more, his brown eyes – Emmett's eyes – widening in excitement. I bounced him a few more times, then settled him in my lap, gently rocking him back and forth so he would sleep. I heard a tiny yawn escape his lips as he snuggled closer to me and fell asleep. I stayed where I was, turning my head to watch the four young children playing in Bella and Edward's massive back yard. I watched my oldest child, my five year old daughter Violet, engage in a picnic tea party with her best friend, Bella and Edward's five year old daughter Renesmee. Her hair – curly like Emmett's, but with my color – sparkled in the setting sun and her eyes – perfect duplicates of mine, down to the stunning violet color – were alight with enjoyment as she and Renesmee sipped at their pretend tea.

In the background of their tea party, two little boys were running around, trying to attack each other with toys swords. It was the little brunette boy who I watched. Anthony Masen, Renesmee's twin brother and Violet's betrothed. The children were close friends, so Bella, Edward, Emmett, and I had figured it was just natural. As Bella had put it, we were all meant to be family, and now it would partially be true. I smiled at the memory. I was so wrapped up in watching the children play that I didn't notice Emmett join me until he spoke.

"They're growing up so fast, aren't they?" he asked me. "Next thing you know, we'll be sitting here watching Paul run around this yard instead of holding him in our laps, asleep."

I laughed, then sighed wistfully. "It's true," I said. "I still remember when Violet would love nothing more than to curl up in one of our laps and sleep. Now, she's all about dress up and tea parties with Renesmee. Soon, it will be society parties and boys. Before you know it, she'll be all grown up and marrying Anthony. She won't be our little girl anymore."

"She'll always be our little girl, even when we have grandchildren," Emmett said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and the other over my right arm, so he was holding Paul too. "Just like Paul will always be our little boy. That much will never change."

I looked out across the scene in front of me. My little girl with her best friend, my best friends, my baby in my arms, and my husband by my side. We were all going to grow older and change, but who we were to each other would always remain the same. This happily ever after would never be taken away from us. Emmett was right. This was never, ever going to change and I was perfectly okay with that.

Alice's POV

I picked up my five month old baby daughter, Mary, from my lap and cradled her in my arms. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I stood up and walked over to the railing around the edge of the porch so I could watch my son better. Peter raced around the yard, brandishing a toy sword in his hand. Bella and Edward's son, Anthony, chased after him, a similar toy sword in hand. Peter had gotten his father's honey blond hair and my hazel eyes. It was a good pairing and I knew my son would be very handsome when he was older, like his father. Of course, finding him a wife wasn't going to be a problem at all. We had already agreed with Edward and Bella that he would marry their daughter, Renesmee, when they were older.

Mary stirred slightly and I started rocking her back and forth, crooning one of her favorite lullabies as I did. She rolled over slightly and it took me a few seconds to get her into a more comfortable position. I felt a small hand tugging on my skirt and looked down. Violet stood there, hand wrapped around my skirt, Renesmee behind her. "Aunt Alice," Violet asked. "Can Renesmee and I play with Mary?" I smiled. Even though Jasper and I weren't her biological aunt and uncle, Violet still called us that, as did Anthony and Renesmee. Bella and Edward were "Aunt Bella" and "Uncle Edward" to Violet and Peter, just like Rosalie and Emmett were "Aunt Rosalie" and "Uncle Emmett" to Anthony, Renesmee, and Peter.

I turned my attention back to my 'nieces.' "Mary's sleeping right now, girls, but I promise you when she wakes up you can play with her," I answered.

"Yay!" Renesmee and Violet cheered. They both hugged me before running back to their tea party. I smiled as I watched them go. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, positioning themselves so they held Mary as well as wrapped around me. I tilted my head back, looking up and meeting Jasper's navy blue eyes. He leaned his head down and quickly kissed me on the lips. "I'm sorry that took so long," he said. "She wasn't any trouble, was she?"

"Of course not," I said. "She just slept the whole way through."

"Good," Jasper said, hugging me closer. I leaned back into him with a sigh.

I felt my eyes scanning over the yard, taking in the scene of pure happiness before me. "Can you believe how close we came to not having this?" I mused to Jasper, gently jutting my chin in the direction of the vast yard spread out in front of us.

Jasper kissed the top of my head. "We have this now. That's what matters."

I twisted slightly in Jasper's arms and kissed him lightly. "You're right. We all got our happy ending. That's what matters."

Bella's POV

I sat on a small couch in my backyard, watching my two children, Renesmee and Anthony, play in our backyard. I smiled as I watched Renesmee partake in a tea party with Violet, Rosalie and Emmett's daughter. The two had set up their party in a patch of sun, so Renesmee's long, bronze ringlets – a product of Edward's color paired with my dad's curly texture – glowed. Her chocolate brown eyes – exact copies of mine – were alight with excitement. In the background of this tea party, her twin brother, Anthony, chased his friend Peter, Alice and Jasper's son, brandishing a toy sword. His hair – brown like mine, but with Edward's appearance of casual disarray – ruffled in the wind and his green eyes – Edward's eyes – sparkled with concentration as he plotted how to finally corner Peter. Seeing the prominent resemblance of my children to their father, I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

I wiped my eyes and sighed. Three months ago, Edward had left on a trip related to his work. Two weeks later, after missing my third consecutive period and beginning to vomit frequently, I had realized the shocking truth: I was pregnant. I was pregnant and Edward was gone for who knew how long. Now I was six months pregnant and Edward still hadn't returned. I was getting worried. If he didn't return home within the next month and a half, I was forced to presume that he was dead, and remarry. I immediately shied away from that thought. I knew that Edward was still alive and would be home soon. But how soon was soon?

"Mother," said a high, soprano voice. I looked down and found Renesmee standing by the edge of the couch, Anthony behind her. "What's wrong, mother? Why are you crying?" I hadn't realized that the tears had spilled over. I reached up and wiped under my eye. Sure enough, I pulled my fingers back and they were moist.

I pulled out a handkerchief and dried my eyes. "I'm fine, Renesmee, Anthony," I said. "I just miss your father, that's all."

Renesmee and Anthony exchanged a look. They climbed onto the couch on either side of me and hugged me as best as two five year olds could. "We miss him too, mother," Anthony said.

I wrapped an arm around each of them. "I know, children, I know. But we still have the rest of our family. We have Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie, Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper, Peter, Violet, Mary, Paul, each other…"

"And baby!" Renesmee said, placing a tiny hand on my stomach. "Our little brother or sister."

"Yes, and baby," I agreed. "Oh, and father. Even if he isn't here, he loves all of us."

"Will father be home soon, mother?" Anthony asked.

"Father will be home very soon," promised a velvety voice. I looked up in shock. Edward stood several yards away, smiling, taking in the scene in front of him.

"Father!" Renesmee and Anthony yelled in joy. They climbed off the couch quickly and ran at Edward, wrapping their small arms around him, hugging him. He laughed his musical laugh and bent down, picking one of them up in each arm and holding them close. They threw their arms around his neck and hugged him tighter.

"Renesmee, Anthony," he said, pulling his head back and looking at each of their faces. "How are my two favorite children?"

"Is it really you, father?" Renesmee asked.

"It's really me," Edward promised her.

"What are you doing home, father?" Anthony asked.

"My trip is over. I'm home to stay," Edward said.

"Yay!" My two children cheered. I smiled as I watched the picture before me. It was almost perfect; one small thing was missing. Suddenly, I realized what it was.

I stood up carefully. "Edward," I called to him. He looked over to me, our eyes meeting for a fraction of a second, before he bent down and set Renesmee and Anthony back on the ground. He told them to go back to playing with their friends and they ran off. He straightened up and started walking towards me. He stopped abruptly a few feet away from me. His eyes settled on my bloated stomach and the tender way I cradled it.

"Bella," he said. "What… what is this?" I knew what he was referring to without him even saying it.

"I'm pregnant, Edward," I told him. "I'm six months pregnant."

"I could see that, but who's… Is it…?"

I understood what he was thinking. I could tell he hadn't done the math. If he had, he would have known instantly that there was no way it was anyone else's other than his. "It's ours, Edward. Yours."

"How long have you known?"

"For about three months. I figured it out two weeks after you left. When I started vomiting frequently and missed my third consecutive period, I put the pieces together."

"You're really pregnant?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am."

For a few seconds, Edward simply stood there, shocked. He walked over to me slowly and gently placed his hands over mine. "It's really mine?" he whispered, still uncertain.

"It's really yours." Edward pulled his hands back abruptly. The next second, his arms were around me, hugging me to him tightly, but carefully, as if he was worried that anything he did could upset the child inside me. I raised my head to look at him, confused by the sudden change in his attitude. I opened my mouth to ask him about the strange change in his behavior, but before I could his lips crashed down on mine and he was kissing me passionately. I immediately forgot about my earlier confusion. Instead, I responded to his kiss, winding my arms around his neck and kissing him back. I hadn't realized just how much I missed him until the minute I felt his arms around me again and his lips on mine.

Finally, I had to pull back for air. His lips didn't leave my skin; they slid to my throat. "Oh, Bella, you have no idea how happy I am to hear this," he whispered against my jaw.

"You are?"

Edward pulled his lips away from my throat so I could see the huge smile that stretched across his face. "I'm ecstatic, love. I had imagined what it would be like to finally see you again over and over in my mind, but never like this. I never thought I'd return to find you round with my child. I couldn't be happier."

I smiled. "I'm glad your happy, Edward. It makes me happy."

"Good." He looked over to Renesmee and Anthony. "I'm assuming they both know already?"

"Yes," I said. "Renesmee has actually taken to calling it 'baby.' It's so cute."

"Maybe now Violet and Renesmee will be obsessed with your baby instead of ours," said a high soprano voice. Edward and I turned and found Alice and Jasper standing behind us with baby Mary.

"And ours," said another feminine voice. Rosalie and Emmett came over with baby Paul and stood next to Alice and Jasper. "Welcome home, Edward," Rosalie added.

Edward released me and went to hug Rosalie. "It's good to see you again, Rosalie." He looked down at the baby in her arms. "How's little Paul? He looks bigger than I remember."

"He's fine. He's growing fast. He's going to be as big as me when he's older," Emmett said. "Welcome back. We missed you." He and Edward exchanged a quick hug.

Edward walked over to Alice and Jasper next. He stopped and looked at Mary. "You're also bigger than I remember, little one."

"You've been gone for a while, Edward," Alice giggled. She hugged him. "Welcome home. We were all so worried about you. It's good to know you're alright."

Edward looked at Jasper. "Please tell me your wife isn't serious."

Jasper chuckled and hugged Edward. "Oh, I'm sure she's serious. You were gone for a long time, Edward. Another month and a half and Bella would have been forced to remarry, especially since she has two children with a third on the way."

Edward's arms immediately wrapped around me. "I don't think that will be necessary anymore," he joked. "I won't need to go away for that long ever again."

"Thank goodness," I said. "I missed you so much, Edward."

"I missed you too, love. I'm glad I'm home."

"I'm glad your home too. I'd much rather share this with you." I cradled my stomach in my hands as I spoke. Something fluttered against my stomach and I gasped.

"Bella, is something wrong?" Edward asked, concerned.

"No, everything is fine."

"Then, what…?"

I grabbed Edward's hands and placed them on my stomach. "Feel this." I laid my hands down beside his and waited. I felt the fluttering again and smiled. "Did you feel that, Edward?"

Edward looked up at me in shock. "Was that… did our baby just kick?" I nodded. Edward's expression of shock changed into one of sheer joy and exultation. He grabbed me in another tight hug. "Bella…"

"I know, Edward. I'm happy too."

Edward kissed me. "I love you, Bella Masen. Now and always."

"I love you too, Edward Masen," I said. "Forever."

THE END

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