Felt mushy tonight, here is the last chapter. The end may seem like the end, but I am still writing an Epilogue. Sorry for the forever to write this. Hope you enjoyed the ride and I hope to see you on some of my others :)

BPOV

I awoke suddenly, panic rising in my chest. My hands immediately flew to my stomach to feel for the safety of my child, but to my despair I found it empty. Oh no, no no, what had happened?! Had Chris gotten another child of mine? I tried in sheer desperation to find any clue of an explanation in my mind.

"Edward," I tried to croak out, my throat dry and hoarse.

I tried to swallow, but my tongue felt thick and stuck to the roof of my mouth.

"Edward," I attempted again, this time my voice a little louder.

"Edward," I tried one last time, the desperation and panic apparent in my voice.

Suddenly the door flew open and I recoiled in fear, a reflex I had grown accustomed to over the years of hiding from Chris. Before me stood not Chris but the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and his eyes were wide. I wasn't sure, but I could almost swear I saw tears well in them, before he quickly rushed to my side.

"Bella," Edward gushed, his warm hands suddenly on mine as he showered my face in kisses.

"Edward," was all I could manage to get out as my own tears streamed down my face. I had never been more happy to see anyone in my entire life.

"I can't believe you're awake," he managed to say between kisses, "I have to tell Carlisle right away he'll need to check you out. Oh my God Bella I'm so glad you're okay."

"Edward," I said, I felt as though I were stuck on repeat, and I took a deep breath before finishing my sentence, "is the baby alright?"

Edward pulled back from me causing the panic to rise once again in my chest.

"Emmett?" He asked, and I wondered why he would bring his brother up when I was trying to find out about my child.

"No Edward, our baby, not Emmett."

"Bella, I really think Carlisle should check you over first."

Why was he avoiding my question?

I waited patiently as Edward called for Carlisle and it seemed like an eternity as he looked me over. He kept asking me questions, but he would never answer any of mine. He was beginning to frustrate me and by the time he was done I was so exhausted from his badgering I fell asleep in a hurry without any chance to ask about seeing my child. When I awoke I could've sworn I heard the sound of a child crying, but after straining to hear I heard not other sounds of a child. Was my child okay?

The door opened silently as someone slipped into the darkness of my room. I felt warm fingers brush my cheek and I instantly knew it was Edward.

"Emmett," Edward said, and I felt myself grow confused. I could've sworn I had only heard one person walk into the room.

"Mommy's awake," Edward continued, as I heard a soft cooing noise come from somewhere in the darkness.

That couldn't be my child could it? My heart swelled with happiness as I listened to Edward tell baby Emmett how they would have to be patient with me while I recovered.

"We can visit mommy in her sleep though, just like always," I heard him promised, as I felt slight pressure on my chest.

The tiny body wiggled on me as Edward lay down next to the two of us, holding Emmett up. I wondered how often Edward had performed this ritual as I listened to the tiny breathing slow and soon I could tell that my son was asleep. I fought to keep from moving, but sound found my hand reaching up and stroking the tiny hand pressed softly against my chest. His other hand slowly moved above my heart as I listened to a soft sucking noise. My son was sucking his thumb on my chest as he slept.

I had never felt more peaceful than at that moment. Tears of happiness filled my eyes, my fingers continuing to caress the soft skin. I bit my tongue to keep from talking to him as my hand moved to the tiny head. I could feel his smooth hair and my hand traveled down his back where my fingers collided with Edwards.

Suddenly I panicked pulling my hand back to my side, fearing that Edward would take little Emmett away from me after I had barely just met him.

"Bella," Edwards voice was soft, "It's okay. Meet your son."

My breath caught in my throat as my hand slowly moved back up the sleeping body. I had a son. Nobody had taken him from me. He was here, and he was mine to keep forever.

"Think you can keep him steady?" Edward asked, and I shook my head before realizing he

wouldn't be able to see me in the dark.

"Yes," I squeaked out timidly as I felt Edwards hand slid from our child's chest.

I heard a soft click and suddenly the entire room was illuminated with light. I blinked a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust as my gaze traveled down my chest to the sleeping baby. His cheeks seemed chubby as he sucked fervently on his thumb. His hair was dark like mine, but his nose looked just like Edwards. His fingers were tiny and I couldn't stop my hand from brushing against his little fist. His hands flexed out as his thumb was released from his mouth and his tiny fingers slowly wrapped around mine, like he never wanted to let me go. His lips were pouted as he moved his head slightly before resettling.

That was all I could see of him from my position but it was enough, no it was more than enough. He was perfect in every aspect of the word, and I relished in his new baby smell.

"He's beautiful isn't he?" Edward asked, as he laid himself back down next to his, he laid on his side staring at my face with a look of love and adoration.

"I've never seen anything more amazing in my life," I admitted.

"He's missed you," Edward said quietly, stroking the sleeping babies head.

"How can you tell?" I asked him, there's no way he could know something like that.

"There were nights he would just cry, and I couldn't figure out why. Carlisle said he could have colic, meaning he just cries, but I knew better. Everyone thought I was nuts, but I would be in here talking to you all the time. And one night I put him on your chest like this, and he was silent in an instant." Edward said, growing silent.

"Why?" I asked, my mind was swirling with everything going on at once.

"Carlisle said it's because he recognizes your heartbeat." Edward said in a matter of fact tone as he looked across at me love filling his eyes.

"Can't say I wasn't jealous of him a few times either. I wish I could just rest my head on your chest and suddenly feel okay."

We were silent for a moment, reveling in the miracle we had created, when suddenly a question popped in my mind.

"Why Emmett?" I asked quietly, trying to keep from disturbing my son.

"Bella, Emmett is dead," Edward began and I than listened as Edward recapped the last couple of months to me. I couldn't believe all we had both gone through to get to this most perfect place in our life.

Five months Later

Everyone scurried around the house in a hurry, trying to grab everything they would need.

"Edward, do you have Emmetts stuff?" I asked frantically as I ran to the front door.

"Of course I do," he yelled back in a hurried voice.

"ARGH you are all taking forever, can we please get me to the hospital before Carlisle has

to deliver this baby right here in the car?!" Rosalie yelled at us from the car.

Edward and I both looked at one another before breaking down in laughter.

"I don't see what's so funny! There's a baby on the way, lets move people!" Rose barked

as Alice tried to push us towards the car.

"Come on," she said quietly, "lets get this over with so she'll stop bossing me around!"

That made Edward and I laugh even harder as we both climbed into the car. I couldn't remember when I had ever felt this free.

Once Rosalie was checked into the hospital we were stuck in the waiting room. Little Emmett was growing fussy at being stuck in one place for such a long period of time and Edward agreed to take him for a walk around and to get himself a cup of coffee.

I sat in the hard plastic chair and looked up to the tv mounted on the wall. Some stupid cooking show was on, and I found myself smiling. I was stuck, waiting for my sister in law to have my niece, while my son and my husband walked around, and I was here watching some mundane cooking show. Life couldn't be any better at this moment.

It had been a long road after waking up from the coma. I dealt with a lot of anger and guilt towards myself for Emmett's death. Rose and I went to therapy sessions together to help ourselves deal with our trauma's. At first I thought Rose would never be able to forgive me. Over time it actually brought us closer together than ever. She seemed more like a sister to me than anything, and I loved just spending time with her.

Often times she would tell me stories about Emmett. How they had met, how he had proposed. Little things that she wanted to remember forever that she was afraid to forget. During our talks often times I would record her. I told her it was so she would never forget, and also so their little girl could hear these stories from her mom.

Once we had been cleaning out some old boxes when Rose found one full of old tapes from when Emmett had been a child to recordings during family events. I sat through every tear filled night with Rose as we watched every last minute of those tapes. I promised her we would have them converted to dvd as soon as we could.

The screen suddenly switched to a news cast and Chris's face flashed across the screen. I knew they were just covering the footage from his trial, but I often found myself going rigid in fear during times like this. Today however his face caused me no fear. I knew I was in control now. I had found my forgiveness in Edward and in baby Emmett. Never again would I have to worry over that man, or anyone else who had inflicted pain to me in my life.

"Bella," Esme said, breaking me from thought as her head poked out from the swinging doors separating the waiting room from the delivery rooms.

"Hm," I said confused, was everything alright?

"Rose wants you in there with her honey, said she doesn't want anyone else."

I smiled to myself as I rose from the chair and walked briskly to Rose's side. She was screaming as I walked in, her head turned to me her face in anguish.

"Bells, I don't think I can do this." She said, the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Don't be silly," I said, "this is what you've been waiting for Rose! Come on, do it for you. Do it for Emmett. Do it for little Emily!" I urged as the doctor told her to push.I watched as she screamed, a head peaked out at me.

"Rose honey you're almost there, come on baby you can do it!" I was nearly shouting at her in excitement.

With one final push the beautiful baby girl was out as she cried for her mother.

"Bells," Rose said groggy, "Who does she look like?"

"Emmett," I said with honesty, as the cleaned baby was finally placed on her chest.

Tears of happiness streamed down both of our faces as we gazed down at the perfect little baby girl.

Kind of a short chapter but come on you all know I don't do fluff well.

Now although all of the characters were not alive for the end, was it worth it? Did I deliver okay on my HEA?

Thanks to Labbit for getting me through so many hard nights. Thanks to Cam for always making me laugh when I feel too angsty and for telling me I will never feel like I've accomplished anything if I don't finish this first. Thanks to all the girls at rehab for all the support. Thank you to every single one of my readers for sticking with me through this long process.

Remember epilogue still to come. If you're looking for something new to read now and havent read Sleepers Awake by Feisty Y. Beden I highly recommend you do so. It is an amazing story.