A/N: Epi #1

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Edward's Epilogue

I hear the ding of the seatbelt sign and I buckle myself in. Bella grabs my hand and squeezes tight. This is a day that is two years in the making.

Life changed for us ever since that night three years ago when I sang to her. The night we laid bare all our fears and doubts and one by one we conquered them. We said our apologies and expressed our love. The next morning as we left the hotel, we walked out hand and hand, together.

Six months later I asked her to marry me and three months after that we had a very small, intimate wedding near the pond in the Brandon's backyard. Our hair grew back together and for each check-up she has had since, I attended.

She has remained cancer free and we couldn't be happier. We did discover that the chemo had left her infertile. The day after we arrived home after our ten day honeymoon in the Caribbean, we started the process for adoption.

Now, we are on our way to Russia to pick up our baby girl. She's six months old. This will be the fourth time we have seen her and already we are in love with her. Her room is ready and waiting for her. Family is standing by ready to welcome her to the family.

I can feel Bella's excitement and nerves, she has been itching to for this day to arrive. It was supposed to happen two months ago, but was pushed back by the Russian government. But with lots of maneuvering and tons of paperwork later, adoption day has arrived.

The waiting town car takes us to the courthouse in Moscow. There we wait for what seems like hours. Bella is a mess of nerves and I wrap my arms around her to help keep her grounded.

"What if things go wrong this time?" I knew this was her biggest fear and truth be told mine as well.

But we had to trust that everything was going to work out just fine. When we were finally called into the courtroom, Bella started to cry. Testimony was given, papers signed and just like that we became parents.

We gathered our copies of the documents and drove to a small town thirty miles outside of Moscow to pick up our daughter. We were met at the door of the orphanage by the house mother, a burly woman names Natasha. She looked over our paperwork and spoke to another worker to go get our daughter.

We waited for what again, seemed like an eternity before Anya Elizabeth Cullen was placed into Bella's waiting arms. We were both crying as she played with Bella's now long hair. The staff took several pictures of us and then we went to our hotel room to begin the next chapter of our new lives.

A/N: *sniff* love to you all!