Right, so it's time for the end of this story. I have no idea where it came to me from, but this story just hit me full force in the head one day and it's flowed perfectly from then.

I truly hope you have enjoyed reading it, and for all you Emmett lovers, don't stone me. I'm a Jasper lover, can't please you all ;)

As always, huge hugs to my beta sue273. You're an angel.

Jealousy can be Murder

The Epilogue

I gazed over at the statue of an angel in prayer; I hoped she was praying for me. I'd felt so lost for the past few months, so scared and weak. Terrified that one or neither of my babies would survive the ordeal that they have been through. I was amazed that after the stress of mine and Emmett's massive fight and my killing him that I would have lost them both for sure. But they clung to live, and here they were, squirming in my arms, strong as ever.

The police had finally closed down the investigation into Emmett's death; a full inquest had to be done to determine what had caused Emmett to react in such a volatile way. It turned out he had been taking anabolic steroids. He'd complained to his friends that he wanted to get bigger, muscle wise, and they had advised steroids to help with the muscle building. Problem was, he'd been taking anabolic steroids, which were renowned for their adverse effects on people—one of the main ones being severe aggression and anger issues.

When I had started getting home later, his aggression had taken over and he was unable to see things clearly. His brain jumped to conclusions that I must have been up to no good. It hurt me to think that he'd felt the need to turn to steroids to get some satisfaction out of things. But then, we'd started going downhill before that, with the possessiveness.

I listened to my gurgling daughters, oblivious to what was going on around them. Esme and Alice were two happy and healthy nine pound belters when they were born; and both entered the world screaming their lungs off, just like their mother after fifteen hours of labour and a truck load of gas and air.

"Let me take one of them. You must be tired holding them both up."

I turned to see Edward standing behind me with his arms out, eager to take one of the children off me. He'd fallen in love with them the moment they were born, smiling at them like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

"Here, take Alice. She's the wrigglier of the two," I chuckled, giving him the more difficult one to deal with.

Edward grinned as he shuffled her out of my arms and into his; she stopped wriggling immediately and just gazed into his eyes. It never ceased to amaze me how much they adored him. My only regret in life is that they could not be his daughters biologically, but then again, it takes more than biology to be a father.

Glancing down at the engagement ring on my left hand, I smiled softly. Edward had been nothing short of supportive and loving. I was pleased that I had found my way to loving him again. My other regret was ever letting him go in the first place.

My gaze swept back to the priest giving the final reading for Emmett's funeral. It had been a good turnout—around thirty or so—including his family. I was uncomfortable at first, not sure how they would take the girl who had killed him being at the funeral, but they had assured me that they understood. I'd had to do what had to be done. After seeing the final results of the investigation, they knew it had got to the point where it was him or me and my children. I'd told them that they could see the girls whenever they wanted. I wouldn't take that away from them. They were pleased and jumped at the chance to be able to spend time with them; they would at least have some part of their son still with them.

Edward had been unsure of my decision, but I'd put my foot down. They were the girls' grandparents, they had the right to see them, and I wasn't the sort of person to take that away from them. I'd taken their son; I couldn't take away the last piece of Emmett they had left.

They had even been pleased to see that they would have a father to love them, teach them the ways of life and protect them. As far as I was concerned, who better than Edward?

Glancing back at the statue of the praying angel, I saw something move. It turned and I saw a smiling Emmett waving at me and the girls. Tears sprung to my eyes as I took one final glance at the man I had once loved. Taking Esme's tiny hand in mine, I made her hand wave bye to him.

"I think everything's going to be just fine," said Edward, slipping his arm around me.

I looked up into his eyes to see him looking in the same direction as I was. I opened my mouth to ask him if he saw Emmett, too, but he just nodded gently and pulled me close. Looking back to Emmett, he was no longer there. Leaning into Edward, I listened as the priest said the final prayer.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

So that's it for this one, peeps. I didn't want to drag it out too far. I hope you've all enjoyed it.