This is the epilogue, so AN at the bottom.
5 YEARS LATER
I looked around to see a 3 year old blonde haired beauty running toward me.
"Bella-Rose Whitlock, what have I told you about running in the house?" I said, trying to scold her, but failing miserably as I scooped her into my arms.
"Did you and daddy do anything fun today?" I asked, cooingly, rubbing my nose to hers. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and a pair of lips against my neck.
"We did indeed Mrs. Whitlock. We cooked with playdough."
I grinned "you're so domesticated, Mr. Whitlock."
I heard him growl, low in his throat, but I could feel him trying not to smile as his buried his face in my neck.
"Well, we'll both be staying home when Jasper Junior comes along."
He was referring to our next, unborn child. I was 24 weeks pregnant, and so far everything had been a lot smoother than with Bella-Rose.
"Mmm, indeed we will. Oh that reminds me; work said that I could take from 32 weeks off."
"Well that's good, because I was thinking...you're having a home birth, and Carlisle and Esme have a house up in the woods, near Canada. It's about 15 minutes away from a hospital if you need one, but it's secluded. They've said we can use it. Carlisle would be there to assist with the delivery, and I would still do most of the work, as planned...Bella, Edward, Rose, and Emmett would be able to come too. There is a lot of room..."
Jasper moved around to face me as I put Bella-Rose down to run off and make a mess somewhere. He looked hopeful.
"I'd love that..."
And I meant it. It sounded perfect. I was more at ease about this pregnancy, now that I'd gone through it once already.
Jasper leaned in, and kissed me gently. I pulled him tight against me, and kissed him with as much force as I could muster. Jasper smiled into the kiss, but pushed me away a little.
"We'll get to that later, my Pixie," he said, tapping my nose as I glared at him, "but for now, you have to go to your appointment"
I looked over at the clock to see that it was 3:30pm, and I had to be at my therapist's office in ten minutes. Cursing under my breathe, I rushed out the door quickly.
I had continued therapy for the past 5 years, ever since my first appointment at the hospital. It had helped, a lot.
The first year was hard, with a lot of ups and downs, but Jasper and I handled it, together.
The second year got a lot better, and I only slipped up, hurting myself twice. My therapist said that that was completely normal, and I was strong for telling her when it did. In that year I fell pregnant with Bella-Rose, and that was a tough transition period when she was born. Post-natal depression was difficult, but again, Jasper and I got through it together, with our beautiful baby girl, who was a spitting image of her father.
The third year of therapy was on and off, and I was going amazingly well, until Bella's father came back into her life. It was a difficult change. I felt selfish, but I would miss being Bella's only family.
The fourth year, I only saw my therapist once a month, to check in, see how I was going.
This year, would be my last year. In fact, this was my second last appointment. Things were so much better. I was not "all better", but I knew how to cope. I had learned strategies over the years to help me deal with problems that life threw at me.
Things weren't perfect. Jasper and I had our ups and downs. But I knew that it would be ok. Eventually. Because I loved him, and I let him get close to me, when I was too scared to even let myself get close to me.
FINAL AUTHORS NOTE
It's over :'(
That was the end, and they got their happily ever after of sorts.
I just wanted to thank everyone who read and reviewed all the way through this story, and everyone who came on board half way through, and toward the end. I have had an overwhelming amount of support with this story.
I want to thank everyone who added Close to alerts and favourites, and Nixxii-Cullen, who added me to her C2.
As most of you know, this story is dedicated to meilzdoggg01. I cannot articulate the friendship that I have with this amazing girl. She is my lifeline.
So that concludes Close, and I hope you all liked it, or hated it. I hope you felt something about it. That is all I can ask for :)
Love, Emmy xx