The hospital releases me two days later after checking that after I went through so much, that giving birth didn't hurt my body more so, and just to check the twins since they were early. By five days. Carlisle and Esme bring me home, and they keep sharing a look that reads "I-so-cannot-wait-until-she-finds-out-but-I-want-to-tell-her-so-badly-and-I-know-I-can't."

"You know, my vision hasn't been impaired in anyway, and I know that you guys have some secret you're not telling me," I say, looking back and forth at the twins, sitting in their car seats. They're so small, so delicate. It's amazing how these little blobs with wrinkled skin turn into a complicated adult with such amazing inner workings and then little blobs of their own. "And I don't appreciate it. Nor do I appreciate having baby fat. Times two."

"Emmett will help you work it off," says Carlisle, completely ignoring the first half of what I said.

I roll my eyes, and sigh, resting my face in my hands. We reach the house not much long after that. Carlisle and Esme took the twins from their car seats, holding them in their blankets. They led me upstairs, and I notice just how empty the house seems. There's no noise, no people.

They take me to the room where everyone's been working for weeks. I know it's the nursery, and I haven't been allowed to see it until now. They open the door, and everyone's there.

"Welcome home!" they shout, and Alex starts crying. Carlisle comforts him before I can do anything, and Edward comes up and kisses me.

"Get a room," says Emmett.

The walls of the room are a light tan and the floors a dark brown wood. There's two cribs across from each other against the middle of the walls. They're dark brown. Alex's sheets had different shades of blue and brown dots on white. Skye's are dots of different shades of purple and black on white. There's two Papa's-On chairs in the corners made of white wicker, white cushions with rainbow dots.

A large, square rug sits in the middle of the room. It's navy blue with green, light blue and red squares along with three giraffes. A changing table is across from the door. It's a slightly darker tan than the walls with a yellow pad. Two shelves are below it. The first has diapers, cloths, etc. on it. The second has necessary items for baths. There's also two large dressers in the corners, one for Alex and the other for Skye.

"We left the walls blank in case you painted something to put," says Alice. "We thought it'd be better."

"Thank you," I say and hug each in turn. I take my kids from Carlisle and Esme and tuck them into their beds. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," says Rose. "This was fun to do. And we'll do it again if you have more kids."

"Uh, no," I say immediately. "Hello? That fucking hurt! You try it – and lose that pretty figure – and tell me you want more kids."

"This body's not going anywhere," says Rose.

"But I'd still love you if you were a giant blob with no real form and wide with no definition to your waist and your feet are swollen," says Emmett. "I mean, Bella looked like a blimp, and Edward still loved her."

"Good God, shut up," she says as I slap him. "That's not happening."

"Actually, Rose," I say. "It's really nice to have them. "Even with what they remind me of."

"Any idea who their father really is?" asks Jasper softly.

"No, not yet," I say. "They've got blue eyes, so those could be my mom's, and brown hair, I think, so that's probably mine or Charlie's through inheritance, so I have no idea. They need to grow up a little more before I'll be sure."

"We could do a D.N.A. test," says Carlisle.

"We could," I say. "But I dunno. I don't know how badly I even want to know."

"I understand," says Esme. She places a hand on my shoulder and smiles. "Time will tell."

I nod.

Later that day, I'm sitting in the twins' room with my easel, paints, brushes, a canvas and my stool, painting the twins in turn. Edward's sitting in the Papa's-On chair near Alex as I paint Skye, typing away with his second book. His first one sold quiet well, I finally worked up the courage to read it in the weeks before my labor. It was accurate, what people like me went through. But it did make me put the book down a few times as old memories came to my head.

"Have you thought about college, yet?" he asks.

"You mean, will I go to UW with you guys?" I ask in return. "I'm still not sure. I mean, I can't leave the twins, and I'm not sure if you'll have room for them in your house, so I'm still not sure. Maybe I'll join you after the first semester. I don't know."

"It's okay," he says. He sighs and puts the laptop down next to him. He gets up and walks over to me. He smiles at the painting of Skye. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah," I say. "A pure innocence. I'm never letting what happened to me happen to them."

Edwards nods, and turns me on the stool. He drops to one knee and pulls a velvet box from his pocket.

"Isabella Swan," he says. "I want to help you with the twins and never leave them or you. I want to be there for the thirteenth birthday, and I want to be with you every night. I want to be there to help you get the twin that's crying in the middle of the night because they wet their diaper. Bella, will you marry me?"

"Oh my, God," I whisper. "Oh my, God. Yes!"

I jump into his arms as he stands up. He stumbles back as he grabs me, kisses me.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too," I tell him. "And I'll join you at the University of Washington after Christmas break."

Okay, that's the last chapter! The sequel should be up sometime this weekend. I would love your input on what you thought, blah blah blah. You know, same old, same old.

So anyway – I had a snow day today! In southern Texas! YAY! Well, all the snow's gone. But still. I haven't seen snow in four years. It was spectacular.

Love you!

xXRayneXx