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Last chapter... I want to thank one more time the betas from PTB who worked hard to fix the chapters for me. This chapter was fixed by fmfg and Team Edward Rules All.

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EPILOGUE

Happily End

5 years later…

Edward's POV

I stood in the middle of the graveyard, my head bowed, as I read the last name I was all too familiar with; Swan. I bent down and placed the single white rose I usually left on top of the grave. I knew that the rose was little in comparison to what Swan had given me all those years ago, but I knew better. Simple was always the best for the person who sacrificed their own life, so I could have everything, so I could have my son. I would be forever grateful for what Swan had done, and I knew I would never be able to repay.

I patted the stone, and with one last look at the grave, I turned around.

"Charlie, it's time to go," I shouted and let him follow me into the car. Whenever I came here, which was almost every day, I'd always bring him with me. I knew he wanted to come even though he never actually told me he did. It was obvious that he wanted to be close to the person he never got the chance to meet, to get to know.

"First, we have to make a stop to pick Alex up, okay?" I asked once we were both in the car.

"Okay, but hurry up! I'm hungry," he mumbled.

"Okay." I laughed and drove straight to the kindergarten.

I've come a long way these past five years. I became a father, I graduated high school, I got married, and I was now a resident in Forks Hospital. In other words, I grew up. Did I regret doing all those things before I turned twenty-five? No, not in a million years. Were things tough? Of course, there were. There were times I wanted to give up everything. There were times I didn't know what I was doing. But, also, there were times where the joy and love I recieved got was everything and made me forget the difficulties.

"Wait here, okay? I'll be just a second," I said before I got out of the car. Alex spent most of his days at Angela's house. After she got remarried to a wonderful man, Brian, she decided to stop working. Having three kids made working impossible. So, she decided to take care of baby Alex, while the wife was in community college.

"Hey." I kissed Angela on the lips and got inside. "I hope he wasn't much trouble," I began saying.

"He was an angel, like always. Don't worry." She patted my shoulder. "He's in the living room, playing with his toys."

"Thank you." I started making my way towards my baby. "How are the kids? Brian?" I made small talk.

Just as Angela was about to answer me I got attacked by three kids. Laughter erupted out of me, and I threw up hands around my niece and nephews.

"Hey, kids."

"Uncle Edward, will you come to my football game on Sunday?" Nathan, now eight years old, asked.

"Of course, we'll be there. Don't worry. You'll kick some–" I stopped myself. I knew better. "You'll do great."

I sawAngela trying to hide her smile. I winked at her and picked up Alex.

"I have to go." I positioned my son, Alex, who was one year old, on my hip and his bag on my shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, walking towards the car.

"Yeah, be careful." Angela and the kids waved from the door as I made my way towards the car.

The ride to the house was short, and I quickly got Alex out of the car, following Charlie into the house.

"Mommy, Mommy!" I heard him yell in the house, and I smiled. I left Alex's bag in the foyer and followed Charlie's voice.

I found him in the kitchen, talking his mother's ear off about what we did today.

"We got to go to Grandpa Charlie's grave today," he said enthusiastically.

"You did?" Bella asked, pretended like she didn't know. She always knew.

"Yes, we did, and I got to tell him everything I did with Daddy today…"

Three hours, twenty minutes and thirty-two seconds. That was how long I'd been in the waiting room, driving myself crazy. Charlie was already gone, before the ambulance even got to the house. I still hadn't wrapped my head around what had happened. My dad and Angela were both in surgery trying to keep Bella and the baby alive. My mom was sitting right next to me, crying softly. I couldn't cry anymore. I was an empty well.

Bella took the trash out, the bag opened and the garbage got spilled on the road. She went to collect it, and the contractions started. A truck was coming, and Charlie pushed her out of the way, but he didn't rescue himself. It was too late. That was what they told me.

Charlie didn't what happened to his wife and Cendric happen to Bella and that baby. He was a hero to me. Now I prayed that his sacrifice didn't go to waste.

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?" my mom said between sniffles.

"No." My voice was hoarse from all the.

"You have to eat something," she pleaded, her eyes were still red from crying. her

"Bella and the baby are fighting death in that room, and you're telling me to eat?" I yelled. I breathed hard, trying to calm myself. I shouldn't have shouted at her. It wasn't her fault. "I'm sorry." I lowered my eyes, feeling ashamed and more tired than ever.

"It's okay. I understand. Angela and your dad are doing the best they can."

My dad was having a shift in the hospital when Bella came in. I wasn't even there and he was already in surgery trying to keep her alive along with the baby. I didn't know what changed or why he did it, when he could let someone else do it, but I wasn't going to focus on that now.

Bella and the baby had to stay alive.

The moving baby in my arms startled me out of my daydreaming. I chuckled and kissed his head. He was a mama's boy through and through.

"There's my little man." Bella took him from my hands before kissing me on the lips.

We were lucky to have another baby after Bella's accident. After the scare I got five years ago, I was reluctant to have another baby. I knew that Bella's pregnancy was perfect and that the accident was what caused all the damage, but I didn't want to risk it. But when Bella told me that she was pregnant, I couldn't help but be happy. The pregnancy was good despite how overprotective I'd been and how I'd almost driven Bella crazy with it.

Bella went to put Alex to bed, and I started looking in the fridge for something to eat.

"Stop what you're doing. Food will be ready in a few minutes." Bella closed the door of the fridge.

"But I'm hungry," I whined.

"Can't you wait for a few minutes? I swear Alex has more patience than you do." She turned to the stove, stirring the pasta.

"Love you, too." I kissed her cheek as I heard that someone rang the door bell. I left the kitchen and went to open the door.

"I didn't know whales came out to the land." I made fun of a very pregnant Tanya.

"Shut up!" She hit me in the arm and went to the kitchen to find Bella.

"Hey, man," I greeted Mark, Tanya's husband.

"Stop calling her names. I'm the one who has to deal with that later." He huffed.

Mark was the best man Tanya could have possible found He was a psychologist and they met in college. Even though he looked like a complete douche, cocky looking with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was a good guy.

He understood Tanya completely, and he was the one who helped her get over her dad. He was patient and agreed with her way of thinking. Needless to say, their relationship needed a lot of work, but they made it happen and now they were awaiting their first baby. A little girl. I was already messing around with Mark, telling him that his girl was going to marry my boy. Childish, I knew.

"Beer?" I asked him, once we were in the back yard.

We made it a tradition to have lunch with Tanya and Mark every Saturday. Since they lived in Seattle, we didn't get to see them often enough. We wanted ti be close to them since Tanya was Charlie's godmother. So, we made that pact.

"Yeah."

I went in the kitchen and found the two ladies gossiping.

"When you were pregnant, did you want to have sex all the time?" I heard Tanya ask Bella.

I walked into the kitchen, laughing. "Did she now?" I winked at Bella who was scowling me. I took two beers from the fridge and walked out before Bella could throw something at me. She loved doing that when I was messing with her. Although she only threw soft stuff like pillows and teddy bears. She threw plates at me once, but that was because I screwed up really badly.

"So, how are things with your dad?" Mark asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It's Saturday, man. It's your day off," I joked.

"I'm not asking as a psychologist, but as a friend, Edward." He took another sip from his beer.

I knew that. Mark had had always been there for me since day one, but never as a doctor, but as a friend and I liked that. I didn't need a doctor, but a friend, someone I knew that actually give a crap about me

"Things are good, I guess. I see him every day at the hospital and we make small talk. I take the kids sometime to see him; we get together at their house for lunch or dinner, normal stuff."

Things with my dad weren't the same after the accident. It was like

Something clicked inside of him, and he changed. He left behind all those years of

making me do what he wanted me to do. He was good with the kids, and

they loved him. He helped me through college in Seattle, and he didn't say

anything when I told him I would be working in Forks and not in New York as he wanted. He tried hard to make everything right with both me and Bella. She, of course, was more forgiving than me.

"Enough about that, though. I don't want to think about anything bad right now. Tell me about you."

And that was how the evening played out. We talked and laughed. We played with the kids and made dreams for the future. When I was little and imagined how my life would be, I always thought it was going to be like that. I would be surrounded by people I loved and who loved me. I would be healthy, and I would have a beautiful family. Of course, when I was a kid, I thought that I would have all that in a planet far away from earth, but what I really got was so much better.

"I love you," I said late at night as we were lying in bed in each other's arms.

"I love you, too." She kissed my cheek and returned her head to my chest.

"Do you even think of how things would be if we hadn't slept together that night, if I hadn't become pregnant?" she asked out of nowhere.

"Yeah."

"And what do you think about?" She sat up right on the bed and looked down on me.

"That my life was going to be exactly the same way except that it would be like that later in life," I spoke the truth. "Our life is perfect, Bella, and I'll be forever grateful for that."

"Me too."

Bella's POV

"Charlie, breakfast is ready," I shouted from the bottom of the staircase. "I swear that kid is going to be the death of me."

Edward chuckled as he read the newspaper. "What is he doing?"

"What do you think? He's playing that stupid thing." I huffed and took a drink from my orange juice.

"Just go. I'll take him to school today," Edward offered.

"You can't, Edward, you have to go to work." I started washing the dishes, waiting impatiently for Charlie to come down already so we could get going.

"And you have classes, Bella. Don't worry. The hospital won't miss me if I'm late by ten minutes. Go." He rushed me out of the door.

"I love you." I kissed him on the lips and ran to my car.

I had finally taken the risk and started taking journalism classes in the community college in Port Angeles. I would be finishing my degree in one year, and I couldn't wait. Those last few years had been tough enough without a one year old. After Alex came, I seriously thought dropping out of college. I couldn't do both, but Edward insisted. He wanted me to have a degree. He got his, after all. He worked so hard to finish school, all while helping me with Charlie, and now he was close to ending his residency and becoming a pediatrician.

I didn't know what I wanted to do in life. I knew that I was going to be a mother, but I didn't want to be a stay-at-home mom. I wanted to provide for my family and help with the bills. I wanted to work. So, I decided to try with journalism since I always liked writing.

On my way to Port Angeles, I passed by the cemetery and felt my heart clench. It had been five years since my father passed on; it was five years ago that I became an orphan. He died the same day my first son was born. I try every time to be happy for him that day, but simply remembering that my father lost his life because of me was enough to make me a mess.

"He's gone?"I asked Edward. He wasn't looking at me; he was avoiding my eyes. "My dad is dead? ANSWER ME!" I yelled.

"Yes," I heard him mumble.

"NO!" I yelled, and I started sobbing. My heart and my head started to pound, but I didn't care. My dad was gone! The man who raised me, who was everything to me. He gave up everything to raise me, and he gave up his life to save me. My dad was gone! I didn't have parents anymore; I was alone in the world. What was I going to do? Who would tell me what to do when I was lost. Who would be there to hold me every time I go and see my mother's grave?

Edward wrapped his arms around me and tried to calm me down. "It's going to be okay," he kept saying over and over in my ear.

Losing my dad, especially at that time of my life, was hard. I had a baby that needed me, I had Edward who needed me and I was depressed. I was in a bad state. Swollen eyes looking at nothing, I wasn't eating, I was hardly drinking. There were times when I started screaming and crying.

I couldn't deal with the fact that my dad died because of me. I was the one who killed him. If I hadn't taken that garbage out, if the wind hadn't blown, if I wasn't so stupid to go and pick it up, Charlie would be alive now. It was my fault.

First my mom was gone, and now my father. When my mom died, I had Charlie to be there for me. He was the only one who truly understood me at that time; we were going though the same thing. Now, who was going to understand me? Edward, who had never lost anyone? Angela, who doesn't even remember her real parents? Who? I was alone, that was what I thought.

Then Edward became determined to snap me out of it. Everything was done and in the past. We couldn't turn the clock back; believe me — if I could, I would done things differently. That was our life, and we had to start living it. There was a baby that needed me at that time, and I had to be there and strong as ever for him. That was the moment where everything clicked in my head. I was a mother. I had to do what mothers do.

By the time my daydreaming was done, I had arrived at school.

"Hey, girl," I heard a voice call out to me.

"Alice!" I turned around and jumped into her arms.

Alice had gone to New York to study fashion, but it didn't work out as she planned. Before she left that day to follow her own path, she had sex with Jasper one last time. They weren't accepting their break up very well. They loved each other too much to not say proper goodbye. Well, long story short, Alice found out that she was pregnant, and she came back to Forks. Jasper finally got his big break, and he's now teaching history at my school. I always knew that Alice and Jasper would end up together; I just never thought little Carmen would be the reason.

"What are you doing here?" I asked once we stopped hugging.

"I came to bring Jasper his lunch. He forgot it home." She rolled her eyes.

"Good. How's Carmen? Still ill?"

Alice sighed and looked down at her phone. "Yes. I'm taking her to the doctor today. She still has fever. I have to go, or I'll be late to the doctor's. See you."

Alice left, and I walked into the familiar building. I greeted people as I went toward my class. I'd managed to make new friends over the years I'd been here. Of course, they were all surprised when I told them I was married and I had two babies. I was only twenty-three years old, after all.

Later that day, I found my boys in the living room. Edward was lying on the couch with Alex playing his favorite game, airplane. I'll never understand why babies like it when you throw them in the air. Never. Charlie was coloring on the coffee table; thank God on papers this time.

"Hello, boys." I kissed Charlie first, then Edward and lastly Alex, who I took in my arms.

"How was school?" Edward asked as he sat upright on the couch, making room for me.

"Good. How was work?" I asked between blowing Alex raspberry kisses.

"As good as work can be." He sighed.

Oh. "Did something happen?" I put Alex on the floor to play with his toys. I sat next to Edward and took his hand in mine.

"We lost Billy," he whispered so Charlie wouldn't overhear.

"Baby, I'm sorry," I said and pulled him into my arms.

Edward was too good to be a doctor. I knew that know. Billy was a "fourteen year old" with heart problems. Edward got too attached with him, as he always did with patients.

"I was the one who had to tell the parents," he whispered into my neck.

I didn't know what to say. I knew it was hard to lose someone that mattered to you, and it was even harder to tell the family that their beloved son was dead. I just held him, rubbing his back.

"Mommy?" Charlie asked me later that night, while I was tucking him in. "What wrong with Daddy?" He looked up at me with his green eyes.

I sighed and smoothed his copper hair. He looked so much like his father, it was creepy.

"He's just a little sad, baby." I sat next to him, waiting to see if he asked something else.

"Why?" He cocked his head to the side.

"One of Daddy's friends went to heaven today," I said, which was the exact same thing that I told him for Charlie; that he'd gone to heaven.

"Oh." His eyes widened. "Does he need a hug?"

I smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Come on!" I picked him up and brought him to our bedroom.

Edward was sitting on the bed, watching TV when we found him.

"What's wrong?" He looked alert. I only brought Charlie into our room when he was sick.

"I heard about your friend, Daddy." I put him down on the bed and let him do his thing. "I think you need a hug." He wrapped his tiny arm around Edward's neck and patted his head with the other. He was adorable!

"Thank you, buddy." Edward kissed him on the cheek and Charlie went off to bed.

"We raised him good, didn't we?" Edward asked once I was in his arms, ready to go to sleep.

"You had doubts?" I joked.

"Thank you," he said out of nowhere.

"What for?"

"For giving me this perfect life. For giving me Charlie and Alex, for giving me you. I can't imagine my life without you guys. You are the world to me. I love you."

"You know I didn't do this on my own. You were there too, and you helped me, a lot. So, thank you too. If you hadn't impregnated me, I don't think things would have worked out this well." I kissed him on the lips.

"Why do you have to make fun of everything?" He tickled my side.

"So, I don't turn into a crying mess," I said, while my eyes filled with tears. "I love you, Edward Cullen, more than life ."

THE END.

This was my first official story. I had made other efforts in the past, but they hadn't worked out. I feel so proud that I got to finish it. It was a goal I had set with myself and I achieved it. I tried for this story very much. There were times when I didn't update for a long time and I know I got on your nerves and I'm sorry for that. I never thought I would get so much attention with my story and that so many people read it. Thank you so much!

Especially, I want to thank all of you for reading, reviewing, favouriting and putting the story on alerts. You all made me very happy letting me know that I wasn't writing so badly. Of course, they were people who didn't like the story or had some negative things to say, but I thank them too, because they made me want to become much better.

Writing isn't easy. I was in your position once (and still am) reviewing other authors and getting frustrated because they weren't updating so often, but now I know. Life can sometimes go crazy and take you away from writing and of course, you can't write whenever you won't, at least I can't. I have to have inspiration in order to write, otherwise I'll write complete bullshit (sorry for my french. :P).

I learned a lot from this journey. I improved my writing (I think) and I gained some experience. I met new people and made new friends such as georgia D. rose, my greek fellow, and MusicNerd20. I wouldn't have talked to them if I hadn't started the story and I hadn't replied to them.

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Tonia.