A/N: Here it is. The final full chapter. Go grab your poptarts and a Kleenex. As this chapter is being posted, H & T are meeting for the first time somewhere sipping mint mochas, waxing nostalgic, and planning our next fic.

We'll let you get on with it, but stay tuned for thanks at the end.

Not ours, but we're too busy crying to notice.

Chapter 30: Story Book Endings

Getting it together - E

I am going to propose to Isabella Swan.

I just don't know when. Or where. Or how.

I have been working diligently to get all of my ducks in a row. I've known since at least April that this would happen eventually, but I'd been waiting for things to come together.

Now that we'd found a groove, I found myself increasingly impatient about this milestone in our relationship. And that was irrational, of course. We hadn't even been together a year.

But I knew. My friends and family had pressed me. "When did you know?" The simplest answer was that I'd always known. It wasn't the boots or the tie grabbing or the pop tart or the window or any of those things she said or did along the way. It was a feeling. I remembered a phrase that went through my head a long time ago. "She never disappointed me."

She still hadn't. Not really. In part because she never stopped surprising me.

There were several reasons why I'd waited even this long. We had more than a few potholes to contend with in the first few months. After the biggest issues were resolved, we still needed to settle into the day to day aspects of a relationship, and of course, our families needed attention.

The beauty was, we became each other's missing link. I knew that without her, my family would not be where it was. It proved what I already knew. We fit.

That wasn't to say every day was perfect. We had spats. Bella's clutter syndrome sometimes made me want to pull my hair out. She left piles everywhere. Most of the time, I could blow it off. Maybe it was because of how intently our bond had formed in the beginning.

Or maybe it had to do with something my father said.

When Emmett was about to get married, my father told him. "Always remember son, 'don't sweat the small stuff.' I've lived by that mantra, and every time I get annoyed by something your mother does, I ask myself, 'Is this something I would miss about her if she were gone?' You can live with more than you would expect if you keep that in mind."

So, tension has never really turned into a fight between us. And we were currently facing tension because Bella was begging me to stay.

"Do you really have to go?"

"You know I do," I said zipping my carry on bag. "I'll be back in a couple of days."

"I hate it when you're gone. The place feels too lonely."

"Duty calls, but you know you're giving me the right to beg the next time you have to go somewhere for work too."

"Is it too late for me to come along?" She asked sheepishly. I laughed outwardly, though I had to disguise a slight panic. I hadn't invited her on this trip for a reason.

"It is. You, my dear, have work. And I'll be back before you know it." I kissed her forehead.

I hated lying to her. I knew it wasn't the best way to start our hopefully soon to be engagement, but some things just need to be done the right way. And lying was the only way to accomplish that.

So I grabbed my bag and took her hand. She accompanied me to the front door. I would have liked the extra five minutes of the walk down to the car, but it was early, and she wasn't dressed yet so we had to say the goodbye at the elevator.

Until now, all of my business meetings had been day trips, or we'd managed to find a way for Bella to come with me. This was our first night apart since she moved in. Neither of us was looking forward to it.

I spent the entire plane ride brainstorming. I had so much to figure out. I wanted her proposal to be something she would remember, a story she could tell. I had created my own problem. It was hard to top the Tiffany's window. I was beginning to think I'd set the bar too high too early. How would I spend the rest of our lives living up to that level of romance?

I was still wrestling with the decision during the four hour car ride, wishing I hadn't decided to fly commercial after all. The rental car was nothing fancy. Standard midsize. I wanted to blend. So it wasn't exactly a performance vehicle.

I pulled into the driveway at almost five. The cruiser was in the driveway. Despite the ridiculously long day of travel, I still wanted more time to compose myself, but I knew he was waiting for me. Charlie hadn't seemed all that surprised when I called. He and Bella spoke frequently these days; he must have known how serious we were. In some ways, the blow up on the beach led them to a stronger phase of their relationship. They were working to be more honest, to share the details more consistently.

He opened the door before I rang the doorbell.

"Hey, Edward. Welcome back." He reached out his hand.

"Hi Charlie. Good to see you," I said while shaking the hand he'd offered.

"Come in, come in. You must be exhausted."

"It really is a long trip. Have you ever gone out to visit her?"

"Just once when she graduated college. Otherwise, she wanted to come here so she could see friends too."

I nodded as we made our way into the living room.

"Do you need a beer?"

"Not just yet, thanks."

He plopped down in his recliner, and I smiled as I sat down on the world's most uncomfortable couch.

"So, I assume you know why I'm here."

"I have a hunch."

"I know we haven't spent much time together, and I hope that will change. But for as crazy as my life probably seems to you, I'm really a fairly old fashioned man at heart."

I caught a hint of a smile as he nodded for me to continue.

"I love your daughter, Charlie. I can't even imagine my life without her. I think we've weathered enough storms to know that what we have is real, and it's not going anywhere." I paused as I thought about my next line.

"And?" he encouraged.

"And I'm planning to ask her to marry me, but I would like your approval."

"I see," he said, while running a hand through his hair. "Well, like you said, you and I haven't had much time together. So, how about we change that? Let me spend some time getting to know you better, and then we'll see whether I approve."

"I . . . uh . . . sure," I stuttered.

"Good. Now, I'm taking you out to eat, Edward."

And he did. We went to a local restaurant, and it was an interesting experience. Everyone knew Charlie. They were also apparently aware that Bella's boyfriend was coming to visit, so they knew who I was, but not by picture or name.

Charlie told me to get to bed early.

"I took the day off tomorrow. I thought we'd go fishing." I was surprised he'd made the time for me. He indicated that he'd learned his lesson the last time Bella and I were there.

I was exhausted, so I complied with his request. Not on the couch. In Bella's bed. I didn't fall out once. That actually made me miss her more.

I woke up on my own at five since my body thought it was eight. I was making coffee when Charlie came down. "Oh good you're up. The earlier we get out there, the better."

And I spent the morning with my hopefully soon to be father-in-law. We didn't talk much. I caught one fish. He caught six. I stuck myself with a hook at one point, but all in all, fishing wasn't bad. It was relaxing. I wasn't going to run out and buy my own pole, but I could see myself out here for years to come. Something he and I would do together when we came to visit.

I had an evening flight out of Seattle, which meant we had to wrap up by early afternoon so I get could get on the road. We were winding in the reels, and getting ready to head back when Charlie spoke up.

"You're a good man, Edward. Watching you two the last time you were here, I knew you loved her, and I know you'll take care of my little girl. And not just because of the money. Because that's the kind of man you are. So, yes, you have my approval."

It was quite a speech from him.

"Thank you. I'm relieved. I was getting a little nervous."

"Good," he laughed. "I knew the answer before you got here, but I thought it would be fun to let you sweat."

That was the last duck. Now I just needed the when, where, and how.

Puddle Splashing - B

"JW, I have to go, will you please cut to the chase!"

I glanced down at my watch. So help me god, if he didn't wrap up soon, I wasn't going to make it home in time.

"But Bella, we really need to pin this down."

"You have a week to decide! Look, I am going to be late for something, I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow."

I slammed the phone down and grabbed my bag. I had forty five minutes, tops.

Edward had taken the red eye home last night. He'd stopped at the apartment after I left for work to take a shower. Then he was off to the office for a few meetings that he couldn't miss. I called Emmett and had him check Edward's schedule. He would be tied up until 4:30 and then would most likely head home.

If there was one thing that was predictable about Edward, it was that everything ran like clockwork. Military time didn't have anything on him. I was a bit more laid back, and well, let's just say that my laissez faire attitude might have sparked one or two disagreements since I had moved in.

Fortunately, there was making up. Which was always a good thing.

I looked at my watch as the elevator descended. It was 4 now.

There was no time to lose, so I grabbed a cab. Normally, I would have walked or called Demetri, but I needed every minute.

The doorman greeted me as I flew through the door.

"He's not back yet, Miss Swan."

"I figured as much. I'm planning a little surprise; would you mind calling up as soon as he hits the elevator?"

"Will do. I'm sure you're glad to have him home," he called after me.

I fidgeted with the strap of my backpack as the elevator rose through the building, amazed at what I was about to do. The butterflies were going crazy. It was ridiculous to be so wound up; I was surprising my boyfriend, who I happened to live with. It's not like that first weekend I stayed here and had no clue what to expect…

But in a way it was similar, because I definitely knew what I wanted.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I took off like a shot down the hallway and unlocked the apartment door. 4:25. Better get moving.

I dropped my backpack in the office and ran into our bedroom to grab what I needed. I'd hardly gotten changed when the phone rang.

"Yes?"

"He just ran into the elevator, Miss Swan."

"Thank you!" I hung up the phone. "Fuck!"

Where were they? I had torn apart our closet. They weren't there.

The hall closet. They had to be.

I ran down the hallway, digging through ski boots, running shoes, and baseball gloves. There they were.

I pulled on my wellies and scrambled into the kitchen as I heard the key in the lock. Crap, I was trapped.

I looked around in a panic…what to do, what to do. My eyes scanned the room, and then it hit me. Even better than my original plan. I climbed up onto the counter.

Just in time. The door squeaked open, and I heard his footsteps come down the hallway.

Three days of no Edward was way too long for me. And I was going to do something about it.

"Hey," I called out, trying to sound innocent. "I just got home. Want some wine?"

I heard Edward drop his keys on the coffee table, and make his way into the kitchen. Taking one last long breath, I leaned back on my hands, my crossed leg swinging idly as If I didn't have a care in the world.

"I'm surprised you're home, I was going to…" He stopped short.

"Hi."

I can only imagine his surprise to find me sitting on the counter in my wellies and his shirt. It probably matched my surprise at the sweaty Dartmouth t-shirt, shorts and running shoes.

"Thought I'd throw you a welcome home party," I replied innocently. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his chest. He knew it too, damn arrogant grin.

"Funny, I had the same intent." He was across the room in two seconds flat.

"You are supposed to make me want to stay. This is going to encourage me to travel more." Edward pushed my knees apart as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh.

"I can go change into something else…"

"The hell you will," he growled as he grabbed the placket and yanked open my shirt. His shirt. Well, it was semantics. And a few button holes might have just ripped, ending it's usefully life anyway.

"Holy hell, Bella, you look so amazing like this." I moved to wrap my arms around his neck, but he pushed me gently back. Before I could say anything, his head dropped, and he began to suck and kiss his way down my body.

I had just intended to give him a visual. We'd joked about his wellie fantasy for so long; I'd just assumed that he'd end up tossing me over his shoulder and taking me to bed. But the logistics of a kitchen counter happened to work out better then I'd ever considered.

But it was really hard to think logistics when you are all but naked on a marble slab with your fully clothed boyfriend in a sweaty t shirt kissing his way up your leg.

"God I missed you," Edward mumbled. "You don't want to know how many cold showers I had to take. So consider this payback."

"Payback is going to…unhhh" I moaned in reaction as a finger slipped into me. Oh god it should be considered illegal what he could do with his hands. I might have squeaked a tiny bit when his mouth joined in.

"What was that, Bella?" He continued to manipulate my body, stroking, licking, teasing, and pinching. How the hell had I survived three days?

His free hand slipped around to the small of my back, scooting me forward to the edge of the counter as I arched into him, losing myself to the ripples that shot through my body. A bomb could have gone off, I was absolutely oblivious to anything but Edward. It didn't matter how many or how often, it was always this way with us.

"Damn, that was just…" I struggled for words as I came back down. I was supposed to be giving him a welcome home surprise, not getting one in return.

Edward kissed the inside of my thigh and chuckled. "Now you know what I really wanted to do to you when you sat down on the counter in my shirt last February. Although you didn't curse like a sailor then. Do I bring something out in you, Miss Swan?"

"Like I know what my name is." I grabbed the edge of the counter to steady myself as I sat up. Edward stood, bring us to eye level. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him forward so that I could kiss him, and ran my tongue along his lower lip. I heard him chuckle.

"Your knees have to be killing you after kneeling on the kitchen floor. But I am so not even close to being done with you yet, Cullen. I think we need to move this into the bedroom."

"Why not right here?" That wicked smile that I loved was in full force. "Not like you haven't thought about it."

"What's gotten into you?"

"More like what would I like to get into?" He pulled me forward, grabbing my ankles to pull my l legs around him. He groaned. "Yeah, that was a year in the making."

We kissed frantically as I fumbled with the draw string on his shorts, laughing as he struggled to shake them off.

Neither of us tried to get him out of the t-shirt. No way was that coming off.

I didn't know what got into Edward. The time away, the wellies and his dress shirt, the kitchen counter, I really didn't care. The joking and playing quickly fell away, and the only sounds in the kitchen came in the way of gasps and moans, punctuated at the end by a growl and declaration from Edward, and a colorful metaphor or two from me.

We leaned into each other, Edward's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, head buried in my shoulder.

"That was…"he struggled for words.

"I believe the term you used was fucking incredible, Cullen. Who curses like a sailor?"

He chuckled and kissed my neck. "You are a bad influence, Bella."

It was a weak argument, and he knew it.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

"Well, since you are the bad influence with the dirty mouth, I guess we should get you in the shower, shouldn't we?"

I laughed at him, like I didn't see that coming a mile away.

"You are totally transparent," I sing songed at him.

Edward grinned at me. "Are you complaining?"

"Not on your life."

"Well, since we are being honest about all the things I wanted to do that first weekend…" He smiled sheepishly at me as he carried me towards the bathroom. "How do you feel about keeping those boots on?"

0-2 Count - E

That place in my not quite stomach still flipped or waved or knotted whenever I was around her. And it was doing some kind of dance after fulfilling my earliest fantasy of Bella. It was more than the image in front of me. It was the memory of how far we'd come, from seeing those rain boots in her apartment before spending an afternoon making out like teenagers, to waiting for her to come out of my shower after telling me she loved me, to her wearing that damn shirt out of the bathroom, everything that had been a part of our initial physical connection had re-emerged. It was intense.

I came within a split second of proposing to her with her rain boots still on.

I thought better of it. Not exactly the kind of engagement story you could pass on for generations.

A few weeks and I still hadn't popped the question. I was getting anxious. Excited. And completely exacerbated. I caught myself staring at Bella's left hand on occasion, imagining what it would look like with the ring in place. When Jasper told me about the final wedding details, I couldn't help wonder what kind of wedding Bella would want. I'd been carrying the ring with me for some time, hoping that inspiration would strike at some opportune moment. But it never had. I wondered if it ever would.

So, I got a good night's sleep, woke up the next day, and decided that was it, damn it. I was going to make this happen. I called Bella's favorite restaurant and set some things in motion for that evening. It wouldn't be the world's most creative proposal, but hopefully, she'd see it as sweet, and personal.

I took off an hour early. I went home to shower. I had a glass of wine ready when she walked in the door. I was about to tell her where we were going for dinner, but she let out a yell and slammed the door.

"One of my writer's is going to drive me off the deep end. She just won't listen to me. I honestly think she's insane, but she took over my entire afternoon, and nothing was accomplished."

She took the wine, kicked off her shoes and headed for the couch. I walked over and sat down next to her as she continued to rant. After a few minutes she finally calmed down.

"Thanks for letting me vent. How did you know I needed this?" she asked holding up her wine glass.

"Lucky guess," I said with a smile. "Would you like to change and head out to Aureole?"

"Not really. Can we just order in? Or even make PB&J? I'm beat."

I grabbed her glass to re-fill it, taking a deep breath when I walked away. "Sure, staying in sounds good."

When she went to the bedroom to change into sweats, I called the restaurant to cancel everything.

Once the disappointment wore off, I decided it was a blessing in disguise. The restaurant idea was too clichéd anyway.

A couple of days later, I came up with a new plan. I finagled a luxury suite at Yankee stadium. I told Bella a group of us were getting together, but we'd really have the place to ourselves. I was proud of this idea. Baseball had been an ongoing theme in our relationship. I thought this would give her a story that even her dad would enjoy hearing.

She called me a half hour before we were supposed to leave. I'd been pacing our apartment, trying to wear off my nervous energy.

"Hey, you'll have to go without me," she sighed into the phone. "Major crisis mode here."

"But," I choked. I really had no idea what to say. "Are you sure you can't get out of it? Even if it you come late?"

"I have no idea when I'm going to get out of here. You don't want to wait around for me. Besides, I wouldn't be much fun anyway. You go. Have a good time. Just don't ogle the players without me." She laughed.

I feigned a chuckle.

Shit!

I felt justified in the profane indulgence. I might even deserve a second.

Fuck!

I didn't feel any better. I wasn't going to let the box go to waste though, so I walked downstairs, and I asked the doorman if he knew anyone who could use them. The guy almost kissed me.

I gave up for a while. I was all out of ideas. And disappointed. I decided just to take a break, and not try to force anything again.

To be honest, I was wallowing a little. And Bella started to notice. She took it the wrong way. She thought I was upset about all the hours she'd been working, and a couple of times she tried to assuage my perceived frustration by telling me the deadlines would soon pass.

I didn't really respond with anything other than smiles and nods. That was probably my mistake.

I must have been brooding a little too much because finally one morning while we were getting ready, she threw her toothbrush down in the bathroom.

"Is something going on, Edward? Because you can't possibly still be mad about my schedule."

"What do you mean?'

"You're walking around this place like you just lost your puppy or something."

"I haven't been that bad, have I?"

"Yes, and it's getting a little old."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I really didn't know."

"What's bothering you?"

"Maybe I just miss you." I was aware that it sounded too feminine. But she was kind of enough to wait for me to laugh first.

"Sap."

"Guilty."

"Would a walk to work make up for it? I can afford to get in a little late this morning."

"I'd like that."

Forty minutes later, we were standing in line at the coffee shop. We were both a little sweaty. Indian summer had brought record high temperatures to NY this September. It was already over 70 degrees before nine. There were too many people and not enough air conditioning. Bella fanned herself with her hand.

We instantly recognized the irony and began laughing. "Do you want to wait outside?" I offered.

"Bless you. You know where to find me," she said reaching up to give me a quick kiss on the cheek before she left.

I took the time in line to check my schedule for the day. I knew it was Wednesday, but I hadn't paid any attention to the date. Immediately after it registered, I whipped around to look for Bella, but she'd already existed the building. I stood in line grinning like an idiot. Thankfully, it moved quickly.

When I made it back outside, I handed her a mocha, and I took her hand as we walked away from the shop.

We'd been by the window here and there, but some days even when we walked to work, we didn't actually stop at Tiffany's anymore. Today was special. I led her there with purpose.

"Waxing nostalgic there Cullen?" Bella chided when I pulled her toward the sacred glass.

"I am, in fact. Do you know what today is?"

"Wednesday?"

"Very funny. It was a year ago today that I first saw you."

She looked at me expressionless. Then she glanced back toward the coffee shop and back to me. "And we just happened to end up here?"

"Yes."

"That's . . . wow . . . I don't know what that is."

"I'd say fate."

"It would have been fate, if I had my wellies on."

"Technicality."

We laughed, but I felt pressure building.

"Still happy with the way things turned out?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I said, and then I paused trying to form the words. She interrupted my silent planning.

"Because I know it hasn't been easy lately, but we had to know that it wasn't always going to be Tiffany's windows and romance didn't we?"

"But it's still about the pop tarts right?"

"Edward, I think it's been nice to get into the day to day routine. It's been comfortable. Especially after everything . . ."

I stopped her. "I think you missed the point. Don't you remember your metaphor? Weren't pop tarts about the goodness inside? And the long shelf life?"

She exhaled and nodded. "They last forever."

"Like us."

"I'd like that. Of course, there will be months like this when I'm just so bus . . ."

I had to interrupt her again. "Bella, please be quiet. I'm trying to propose."

"Oh," she exclaimed with wide eyes, and then she shut her mouth.

"You've already thwarted me twice, and I won't let it happen again. As we are standing on one of the most famous streets in the world with about a million people passing us right now, I am not down on one knee, which may be why you are confused."

I saw a slight smile creep out of the corner of her mouth.

"I had a speech prepared . . . twice, but I just looked into your eyes, and I've lost all coherent thought. All I see is forever."

I took a deep breath. And I cut to the chase.

"Isabella Swan, will you marry me?"

Where it all Started - B

And in the end, it really was that simple.

He slipped a hand into his pocket, and pulled out a ring. I was still registering his comment about thwarting him twice, and didn't expect him to literally propose.

"You are really starting to make me nervous. Can you please say something?" Edward asked. I could see the apprehension in his eyes. He thought my lack of response was negative. It was anything but.

What do you say in a situation like that? 'Yes' didn't seem like enough. 'Fuck yeah!' was really not appropriate.

So I went with what always worked. I grabbed his tie and pulled him down so I could kiss him. Who cares if the world was watching? Let them.

We probably drew a number of stares, making out in front of one of the most famous windows in the world. We finally broke apart, laughing when a little girl said 'Mommy, why is that man eating that lady's face?"

Edward held the ring up, the sun sparking and refracting off of the diamond. "So do you want this thing or not?"

I pretended to take a swipe at him. He caught my wrist and leveled it out. "Stop shaking. I don't want to drop it."

Pulling in a long breath, I willed my hand to be still. It was pretty much a lost cause, but Edward managed to get it on my ring finger.

"Much better. I don't think I would have lived it down if that went down the gutter."

"What, you think Tiffany's will chastise you?" I held my hand out, examining the ring. It was simple, a large, emerald cut diamond in a classic, filigreed setting.

"You want to tell Carlisle Cullen that you lost his mother's ring? Because I sure don't."

If my hand wasn't shaking, it sure as heck was now.

"This was your grandmother's?"

Edward broke into a huge grin, his eyes sparkling like a little kid. "Yeah, Dad had Mom pull it out when I told them what I was planning. Apparently Emmett never considered it. Rosalie is more of an 'I want my own' type of girl. But given everything we've been through, and all the conversations we've had about how important family is, he thought it was perfect for you. If I'd have said no, he might have insisted on giving it to you himself."

There are some things in life that happen for a reason. The bad things are often necessary to make you appreciate the good. Sadness makes you realize how truly happy you can be. And loneliness makes big loving families all that much more wonderful.

Edward's family was whole again. Mine was a little larger. Both were infinitely happier.

And now it was time to start thinking about making one of our own.

Edward slipped his arm around me and led me away from the window. "So who are we calling first? My family or yours? They've both been waiting for weeks."

"My dad knew about this?"

Edward's cheeks colored a bit and he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, um...do you remember that trip I took a few weeks ago?"

I should have known he'd have all his ducks in a row. It also explained a bit more about how he reacted when finding me in my wellies. Who knew?

"It's a little early in Washington. I guess that means you'd better call your parents."

With one arm wrapped around me, he pulled his phone out and hit a number. We walked slowly, letting the hustle and bustle of Manhattan pass around us.

"Hey Mom, tell Emmett to keep his day job, he'll never make it in Vegas…" Edward began. The perma grin he had been wearing grew a bit more.

"Yep. Finally. Third time is a charm, right?" He paused, listening to her talk. "I don't know, hang on."

He shifted the phone away from his mouth. "Can you play hooky this morning? Mom wants us to come by the house. Dad hasn't left for work yet, and he's insisting we come by. Apparently he's had a bottle of champagne chilling for weeks and is insisting it be opened now."

I did have a lot going on at work, but I'd screwed things up too many times to say no now. Meetings would keep. Life wouldn't.

"Nothing that can't be re-arranged. Just promise to cut me off at two glasses, okay? You know how I get when I drink."

He squeezed my shoulder before stepping out to the curb to flag a cab. "That's what I was counting on."

"You are a bad influence, Cullen."

He turned and gave me a radiant grin. "You complaining, Swan, soon to be Cullen?"

"Nope. Not at all."

One year ago today, I woke up optimistic, hopeful for a beautiful fall day with not a cloud in the sky. One simple choice that day changed the trajectory of my life, as well as others, in ways that I never would have imagined. Call it fate, call it luck. It doesn't really matter.

All that matters is that I gave into a childish instinct and wore my wellies that day. Would all this have happened had I not stood out in the crowd? I don't know. I like to think yes, but at heart, I'm a hopeless romantic that way.

Let Hollywood have their grand gestures, their moments that make you sigh and say 'I wish." Not me.

I don't need to wish anymore. I'm going to marry Edward Cullen.

E/N: We have some huge thank you's to give. A Tiffany's charm to Hope and Isabel for organizing the contest that started it all. A hot attitude suit to Textbelle who has been so very good to us in validating. Wellies to all the fabulous reviewers who have been so kind and enthusiastic.

And the BATgirls. You get the big kahuna. Sweaty Edward in a gray T-shirt. Have at him, ladies. We love so much!

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