Author's Note:

Well, folks, this is the last time you will see an update for this story. :( I hope you all have enjoyed reading it just as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Although this is the end of this story, I will be starting a new imprint story soon...whenever I decide which imprint couple to do next. I have a few different ideas. Kim/Jared or a Paul/Rachel fic are both on the top of my list, so if you care, which one do you wanna see first? Let me know in a review of this chapter, or a PM. Thanks for all the support, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

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Twilight is not something I own. But that's okay, because I can write fanficition instead.

I wasn't so sure at the start,

Now I wanna be there wherever you are,

and I can't deny,

How you got me feeling inside,

If you think this is as good as it gets,

I swear you haven't seen nothing yet,

I promise you I'm gonna love you,

the rest of my life.

-For the Rest of My Life, Brian McKnight

Ch. 22 Epilogue

"Mommy, mommy!" Harper squealed as she yanked on my pant leg. I sighed, finished installing the new filter in the coffee maker and leaned down to Harper's eye level. She was five now, full of personality. Her crow black hair was down past her shoulders, and her large, always expressive eyes were the same tone of brown as mine, with flecks of Quil's.

"What's up, baby?" I wondered, combing some wild hair back down. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy, so I knew she had been running. Quil was outside right now, cleaning the gutters out, so naturally, Harper followed him, claiming she was going to help. She was certainly a daddy's girl. And she had him wrapped around her little finger.

"Daddy said he needed your help", she huffed, out of breath from the sprinting. I smiled.

"Oh, did he?" I knew Quil had to be up to something. He gave up his wolfhood, even after I begged him not to, but he still maintained the muscular physique. So what could he possibly need help with...?

She nodded her head furiously, her brown eyes wide. I laughed.

"Okay, tell him I'll be out there in a minute, I'm gonna pour myself some coffee first."

She smiled and turned around to run back out. We had moved to a bigger house in La Push shortly after Harper was born, because we needed more room if we were going to expand our famiy like we planned. We got married a year after Harper was born, mostly because it gave me enough time to lose most of my pregnancy weight. If Quil would have had it his way, we would have had the wedding the day after I got out of the hospital. After the wedding, we moved in to our current house. We started trying for another baby, and I got pregnant when Harper was two. But after six months, an ultrasound revealed that the baby's heartbeat was no longer there. I had a miscarrige.

It was a really tough time for me, and Quil. We stopped trying for awhile, but just eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant once again. At first it was nervewrecking, because I didn't know if this pregnancy would end in a miscarrige either. But now that I was eight months along, and the doctor's haven't detected any health issues in the baby, I'm finally getting excited. We're not finding out if it's a boy or a girl. Harper wants a boy, and I'm pretty sure that's what Quil's hoping for, too, but I personally don't really care, as long as he or she is healthy.

"Hey, honey", Quil said, grinning from his place on top of the ladder, facing our roof. I smiled as I stepped out onto the back deck with my steaming mug in hand. Harper was sure enough, running around the yard with the newest edition to our family, Hershey, a chocolate lab puppy we got a few weeks ago from one of my friends. He and Harper were already best friends.

"Harper told me that you needed my help?" I asked as his grin turned into more of smirk. I had no clue what that face meant, but I was positive it was nothing good.

"Yes I do. Could you go grab the bucket out of the garage and bring it to me to put all these leaves in?" He wondered, gesturing to the muck of a mess in the gutters. I laughed at his disgusted face.

"Sure. I'll be right back", I agreed, walking towards the garage to find the bucket Quil needed. How he forgot the bucket I couldn't be sure, but over the years, I've learned Quil can be very forgetful.

I scanned the shelves of our two-car garage, searching for said bucket. Somehow we had accumulated a lot of outdoor toys since Harper was born. Sidewalk chalk, basketballs, volleyballs, soccer balls, a few tennis rackets, water toys, bubbles, rollerblades, frisbees, camping tents, lawnchairs, badminton birdies and rackets, and three surfboards filled our shelves. Of course, in no organizational order whatsoever, which frustrated me at points, but I learned to be for the most part, okay with. Harper seemed to have gotten Quil's genes when it came to organization.

The desired bucket was spotted, but it's location happened to be on the very top shelf. I was average in height, but that shelf was way above my head. I thought about calling Quil in for assistance, but since he hadn't gotten down to get it himself, I figured he probably asked me to get it for a reason. So I took the stool that was coveniently sitting directly next to the shelf, I didn't remember it being there, but I took it just the same and pulled it directly in front of the bucket. I stepped up and on my tippytoes, could reach the lip of the bucket. I gently pulled it down and...

Oh. My. God.

No. Freaking. Way.

"Quil!" I wailed, the joyful tears already pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall. I heard the loud thump of what I presumed to be his feet hitting the ground from jumping off the latter, his footfalls as he ran into the garage, and his worried expression as he came in to see me bawling like the minute I was born.

He wasted no time in wrapping his long, thickly muscled arms around my pregnant body. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did you fall?" He fired the questions anxiously, his eyes inspecting my body for any sign of injury.

I shook my head, still crying uncontrollably, and pointed to the tiny, heart-shaped pink note taped to the inside bottom of the bucket. Immediately after, a relieved grin came across Quil's face and he squeezed me lightly in his embrace.

"Do you like it?" He asked, one of his hands unprying itself from my hip to come up and brush my cheek lightly, removing the teardrops.

I sniffled and nodded my head.

On that little pink, heart-shaped note was a card that read, "Happy 5th Anniversary, baby", and had a little card that showed a picture of a resort that I had told Quil about after seeing it on a commercial. It wasn't a Bahamas resort or anything fancy like that, but it was quaint bed and breakfast resort out in the middle of nowhere, about an hour away from Seattle.

He remembered.

"I love you, Claire", he gushed, kissing my head, before bending over to kiss my pertruding stomach.

Reality came back as the tears finally ended. Thoughts flew around my brain suddenly, bringing me back down from my blissful high.

"Wait, Quil, where's Harper gonna stay while we're gone? How long are we going to be gone? What if I go into labor while we're there? Oh, god! Can we even afford this?" I blurted, each question stressing me out further. Quil quickly pulled me into his chest, sucsessfully shutting my mouth before I could ask anything else. His fingers threaded through my hair and began massaging my scalp.

"Relax, sweetheart. Harper's staying with my parents, and we can call her every night. We're only gonna be gone for this weekend. Friday night, all of Saturday, all of Sunday, and we're leaving Monday morning. If you go into labor, I talked to the doctors at the closest hospital, and they assured me they'll be prepared if that should happen. Even though it most likely won't. And yes, we can swing it. I've been putting in some extra hours at the shop", he said with a sweet smile, effectively melting me like always.

"Thank you, Quil", I mumbled contentedly into his warm chest. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

"You're welcome."

"This is...beautiful", I exclaimed, stepping into our seperate cottage on the bed and breakfast property. Quil set our suitcases down and enveloped me in his arms. I sighed and leaned into his touch.

"You're beautiful", he whispered in my ear, the tickle of his breath making me shudder, my nether regions reacting immediately. Being pregnant meant a few different things. One, I was very emotional. Which explains why I bawled like a newborn baby when I found out Quil booked us this trip. Two, I craved the most unusual meals. Three, my breasts have increased about two cup sizes. Four, I was so horny. Dry-humping-horny.

"That was the cheesiest line ever", I giggled, taking in the scenery of our new surroundings. The walls were a warm cinnamon color, and oak hardwood floors ran throughout the room.

"You loved it", Quil cockily stated, nipping gently on my earlobe. I yelped in surprise, but shockwaves went straight down to my female facilities.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I was all for never leaving the bedroom on this vacation, but I was also eight months pregnant, which meant sex wasn't exactly the most comfortable for me at the moment. Which irritated me to hell because I don't think I've ever been hornier than when I've been pregnant.

Quil and I hadn't actually had sex for two months. Just some foreplay, because we didn't have to deal with my bulging belly that way.

"Quil...", I warned, knowing if he took this any farther, I might not be in a good position to say no. Heck, I wasn't in the position to decline sex right now. My baby-maker was tingling.

"Claire...", Quil teased back, clearly not taking my warning as seriously as he probably should have. Oh well.

I felt his lips close and suckle down my neck, and a rush of wetness bombarding my granny panties. They were the only ones that fit me when I was eight months pregnant. Quil once told me when I was pregnant with Harper that I made them look hot. Pfft.

I got frustrated with no distraction from my pulsing center, so I yanked Quil's head towards mine and connected our lips. He gasped in shock and pleasure, and I used that moment to sneak my tongue into his mouth and explore. His taste was so delicious...so sexy...I took my time exploring.

This time, Quil was the reluctant one. He pulled away, gently encasing my face in between his hands, his black eyes focusing on mine. I could barely recognize the difference between his iris and his pupil.

"Are you up for this, Claire-bear? I don't want to push you or put you in any pain", Quil spoke softly, rubbing smooth circles with the pads of his thumbs into my skin.

I nodded. I would always be up for loving my husband. Even if I was eight months pregnant.

"Ready to go?" Quil questioned, leaning on the door that led outside into the parking lot. I sighed.

I really had enjoyed the weekend stay. I missed Harper like crazy, but I called to say goodnight each night, and Quil did do a pretty good job of distracting me for most of the vacation.

When we had managed to rid ourselves of the California King-sized bed, we spent some time using the resort's ammenities. Hiking trails, kayaking, and the apple-cider-making-session were all great ways to enjoy each other's company. I knew Quil was perfect for me long before I came here, but with how busy our lives have gotten, I felt almost like I'd re-fell in love with Quil all over again these last couple days.

"Yeah, let's go home", I mumbled, my shoulders slumping as I slugged/waddled out to the car.

Quil chuckled lightly at my pouty face as hopped into the driver's seat next to me. "What's wrong?"

"We're leaving", I simply replied, knowing he would understand.

"I know. I liked it here, too. But don't worry, I think this won't be our last visit here", he hinted with a wink.

I smiled at that.

The ride back to La Push was long and fairly silent. But it was a comfortable quiet, a companionable silence. Quil and I were both delved into our own thoughts. Although I may not have known what his were, I knew what mine were fluttering over.

How this all started. How Quil and I went from square one to sqaure two. From A, to B, to C.

It was all a series of decisions on my part. Quil had never pushed or pressed or forced me into the steps of our relationship. They were all decisions made by me.

The decision to visit La Push, like my mother wanted me so badly to. The decision to leave La Push after Quil's reaction to my engagment that had troubled me so much. The decision to come back with Quil, to give him another chance to prove that he loved me. The decision to date Quil, my knight in shining armor. The decision to move in with Quil. The decision to have Quil's child, even though the thought of being a parent scared the living daylights out of me. The decision to marry Quil, to spend the rest of my life in his arms.

And sitting here, next to Quil, watching his lips curve into that smile I loved, knowing that I was ogling at him, they're was no doubt in my mind that I had made the right decision in loving him.

But maybe these 'decisions' were never even decisions...maybe it was just...

Fate.

Well...The end. I hope you liked the way this story ended, and don't be afraid to review and let me know. I want to thank all my reviewers over the course of this story, for the support and motivation that you gave me to continue. I will be writing another imprint story, hopefully starting soon, but I need more input on who's story you want me to tell next. Jared/Kim or Paul/Rachel? And don't forget to check out the other story I have up on my account right now...Opposites Attract, a story about Seth and his OC imprint, Dakota. Thank you all, and I love you. :)