AN – Well here we go, it's the end of the story. Thank you so much to everyone for all the support of this story. I had a great time writing it even if it did make me sad at times. Hope you enjoy the ending!

Enjoy and I do not own!

EPOV

Here I stood again. The same spot, the same tingling in my stomach. Only it was 50 years later. I was waiting for Bella to come down those stairs and become my wife again. She was going to declare her love for me in front of everyone once again. Granted the crowd was much smaller this time but the joy I felt in this moment was still the same.

I could have never imagined 50 years ago that she would still be by my side, as my equal. It had been more then I could have ever asked for at that point in time. Now I couldn't imagine it any other way.

While I waited I allowed my mind to wander over the changes that the last few years had brought about. Her first year as a newborn had been both easier and harder than we could have ever imagined.

Easier because she knew somewhat to expect and that helped her adjustment. Not to say there wasn't moments where she lost control and it took a few of us to hold her back. Those days were the worst. She didn't understand that it was normal, that control took time. She had expected that she would somehow beat the odds and just adjust to this life without any problems. While she was amazingly controlled she just needed time.

I would just sit and hold her in those moments when she was distraught. My being there for her was enough to help her through those tough times.

To be honest it was harder for me to adjust as time went on then it was for her. In the beginning it was so simple. She still needed me. I could be there to stop her if she was about to lose control. I held her when she needed comfort. I maintained my role as the person who helped look over her. I helped her to stay safe and happy.

But as time went on and she got used to her thirst and was able to control it then she didn't need me as much. Of course she still wanted me. That part of our life became better than I could have ever hoped for. I was just so used to protecting her that I wasn't sure what to do with myself anymore.

She tried to humor me for a while. Tried to act like she needed me help her adjust still. She could only maintain that for so long though. Before long she became frustrated with me. I couldn't blame her. Everyone tried to warn me but I didn't know how to change.

Those were the hard times. The times when I would lay down by myself in our empty bed because she couldn't bear to be alone with me, didn't want to look me in the eyes. I know that I had to face it head on or else I would risk losing her. It's not that I didn't see her as an equal. I always had in my own way. I just didn't know what my role was in her life now.

Finally on the third night of her not talking to me I decided I had better fix this and went downstairs to talk to her. The family quickly vacated the home and left us alone as we fought.

It was our first big fight. She yelled at me and told me everything. How she knew that I never wanted her like this. She believed that I no longer loved her because she wasn't fragile and helpless. It hurt me to know that that was what she thought of me. That she doubted my love for her.

We reached a turning point that night though. We both had to get to know each other again. It would be best for us to move out we decided. So we informed the family that we were going to find our own place for a time. We needed an environment where we didn't have to worry about the others and what they might hear or think.

It turned out to be exactly what we had needed. The seclusion we had led to a new level of intimacy between us. She learned to be confident with herself and her new body. I learned to enjoy the benefits that her new situation provided us. We found each other again. The reason we had fallen in love with each other in the first place.

Now we lived alone majority of the time. Occasionally it was nice to be all together as a family but it worked better for us to be close by and yet still have our separate place. Plus our situation was a bit more unique than everyone else's. As much as I hoped that age wouldn't play a factor in our situation it was impossible not to notice our gap when we were with everyone else in the family. So while our siblings could blend in effortlessly with the other students in high school that wasn't possible for Bella. So Bella headed to college instead and of course I joined her.

So it was off to college for us. We had been together before but this time it was a new experience for her. For one thing it was much easier for her to retain everything. She was always smart but now it took much less effort than before.

But even the transition to college was difficult in the beginning. She was hyperaware of everyone's glances in our direction. It was normal for people to look at us though. That was the reason for our looks, to attract our prey. She was self conscious about our age difference though and felt that everyone noticed that first and would instantly drop my hand if someone happened to look in our direction.

This hurt me of course. I didn't want to hide our love. I was overjoyed that she was mine and I didn't care what people thought. To be honest everyone was more overwhelmed with her beauty then our age difference.

Bella had always been gorgeous to me but when she was changed it was magnified by 1000. Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious and her smile lit up the entire room. She of course didn't realize any of this. All she saw when she looked in the mirror was the slight crinkle around her eyes, the way her face was a bit more rounded than when we first met. To me they only added to her beauty. But I was her husband so I was biased according to her.

She couldn't hear the thoughts around her like I could. Couldn't hear what men wanted to do to her. It took everything in my power to not pick her up and carry her away at times. It was a growing process for both of us and eventually she gained the self confidence to stand tall when in a crowd, to stand next to me and not feel out of place.

I have my family really to thank for most of this. They have done more for us than I had a right to expect. Of course they had always loved Bella and it meant a lot to her to see their relationships stay the same after the change. There of course was more physical contact between them but other than that Emmett still teased her relentlessly and Esme, Carlisle, Jasper and Alice still loved her unconditionally.

To be fair I would by lying to say there were no changes in the relationships with the family.

The one person who helped her the most was Rosalie. It was her unyielding support throughout the transition that meant the most to us. She stood up for me when no one else understood my actions. For that Bella was eternally grateful to her. The two of them grew closer and began to forge a relationship that they had never managed to have before.

Shortly after her change Bella had called a family meeting. There was still some residual anger from some members regarding the circumstances surrounding her change and she was fed up with it. She told them not so kindly that they could either forgive me and support us or we would no longer be around. It had been extremely difficult for her to issue any kind of ultimatum to the only family that she had left but she would not stand for anyone being upset over the circumstances that had transpired.

Everyone was amazed at this new side of Bella but knew better than to challenge the newborn and forgave me. They realized that she was happy and that despite how it occurred that was what mattered. As always Bella gave me much more than I deserved but she would not have it any other way.

As we settled into our lives we took the time to experience new things together. We traveled extensively and I shared with her all my favorite things from around the world. Everything we did we did together. Sitting with her and talking for hours are some of the happiest moments in my life.

I was there for her when she lost her mother and then her father. Although her memories were vague she remembered her love for them and the life she had had with them. We were able to attend each funeral so that she could say her goodbyes. We of course had to keep our distance from everyone but just having that closure was something she had needed.

Our lives proceeded in the normal manner. Time passed like the blink of an eye and I never let a day go by where I didn't tell her I loved her. She was my soul. I never thought I had one but there she was all along.

Then one day I noticed her looking wistfully at our wedding picture and I knew that even that memory was slowly slipping away and I came up with a plan. After conversing with the family they all agreed that moving back to Forks would be okay. Enough time had passed and so we all relocated again.

Moving back for Bella was difficult. She had many happy memories but also mixed feelings as we drove back into town. There was a statue in the middle of town in honor of her father and his commitment to the people of Forks. I wondered briefly if coming back was the right thing to do but she seemed to enjoy the reminders more than regret them.

So after a few weeks back with the help of Alice I put my plan into action. This was our first return to Forks since her change and I wanted to help replace some of the memories that were fading.

That is how one day we ended up back at our meadow. I could tell by the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eye that she remembered it. She knew that it was special. So we sat there and I replayed our first date, down to the food that was now useless to us but important for this moment. We sat and we talked. She asked questions about things she couldn't quite remember correctly and I told her about the first moment that I knew I loved her.

As the sun was setting the time was right. I got down in one knee in front of her and proposed to her again. I wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams. I could say I do every day of forever and it still wouldn't be enough.

She flung herself out me and basically attacked me there in the middle of the meadow. I took that to mean yes.

As we lay there, bodies entwined watching the stars it felt like everything had come full circle.

So that brings us back today. Here we stood in front of everyone again. I waited impatiently for my bride to walk downstairs to me. Even though we were already married and had been for decades the thought of her pledging her love and herself to me for eternity was invigorating. I would never get enough of it and planned to propose to her sporadically throughout our lives together.

She walked down the stairs to me, escorted by Carlisle. Her eyes never left mine and her smile was radiant. I would like to give every detail of her dress of her hair of everything but the truth of the matter is that I couldn't take my eyes of her face.

I vaguely remember repeating the words in the ceremony, being pronounced man and wife but when I lowered my mouth to hers nothing else mattered. She still tasted better than anything in this world and just the simple act of kissing her intoxicated me. I held her tight and finally amidst the snickers of the guests I pulled away.

As the night went on we never left the others side. We could have danced with the other guests, we could have been more social but it was exactly as I wanted it to be. We danced together, we laughed together. It was perfect.

So as we went to the airport and headed off for our honeymoon I couldn't help but squeeze her hand and be thankful. Thankful that despite my stubbornness, despite almost losing her we had beat the odds and now had forever together.

I once used to think of my life as endless, unchanging and cursed. That I was destined to an eternity of wandering alone. Then my life was turned upside down by this woman beside me and for once I was thankful that I had eternity. Thankful that I would never have to say goodbye to her and never again would I wander alone.

Thanks again!

Jaime