AN: I thought I'd put us all out of our misery and end this story already. I hate writing it!

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-Chapter Ten: A Merry Little Christmas-

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light

I met my father in law for coffee two days before Christmas. He sat awkwardly across from me, as we lingered in the small, dingy cafe and sipped our drinks.

He didn't pull out his wallet, or write me a check.

Instead, he gave me a hug, and a tearful apology.

Good thing we weren't in Forks. I don't know what the delinquents of Forks High would dare to pull when they saw Chief Swan sobbing over his cappuccino.

I returned his embrace with full force, and readily accepted his apology. We were finally ready to let bygones be bygones.

He asked if he could come over for Christmas. He didn't need to ask twice. I gave him directions, and told him to bring Sue too.

From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

I paid the last hospital bill on December 23rd. Bella and I had a sort of after hours celebration, complete with champagne. Those bills had been a noose around my neck ever since last year, and now they all were finally laid to rest.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yuletide gay

Charlie came over bright and early Christmas morning, wearing a Santa suit, of all things. Sue stood bashfully beside him, holding a tray of homemade cookies. Charlie's eating habits weren't going to suffer with her in the house.

Emmett was already planning on wearing the suit for next year. That is, if he could find a good tailor to alter it.

From now on, our troubles will be miles away

I received a letter from Chief Brewer on Christmas Eve. He offered me a transfer position to a Forks fire station.

He wanted me chief there, too.

That position was the one I'd always wanted- and it paid twice as much as my old job.

Bella wept when I showed her the letter.

I could finally get the love of my life the small things she'd always wanted, but that we had never been able to afford.

We could go away for a weekend more often.

We could go to a nicer restaurant and not fear about upsetting our finances.

I could buy her presents, like a necklace or flowers, and she wouldn't be able to get upset with me, because we would be able to afford it.

Masen would be able to go to a good school next year.

Libby wouldn't have to wait for Emmalie's hand me downs- she could get her very own, brand new princess dress now. Which, if I wasn't mistaken, was sitting under the Christmas tree.

Ella wouldn't have to go to daycare and Bella wouldn't have to work before the kids grew up. If she wanted to work at all, that was.

Here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yore

The money that had been going towards the bills would now go towards a down payment- for a house.

That was a lot bigger than this one.

That had a large, green backyard, for all our children.

It had a studio for Bella, in case she wanted to pick up writing again.

The house wasn't extravagant. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms. A garage and basement. It was twice the size of our old house, but still just as homey. I could easily live in that house for the rest of my life.

The cheerful realtor had told us that location was everything. And she was right.

The house was twenty-one minutes from Charlie.

Eighteen minutes from Masen's school.

Fourteen minutes from my parents' house.

Six minutes from the fire station.

And three minutes away from the supermarket.

Priceless.

Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us, once more

Jacob promised he would visit us in Forks, minus the dog, and Ben and Angela vowed they would too. Even Chief Brewer cleared a day in his calender, to come to Forks 'just to see how I was adjusting'. The big gruff man was truly a softie at heart.

Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow

Phil and Renee were already talking of coming back to Washington in the summer.

My children would get to grow up with their extended family all around them, and I knew Bella, Rosalie and Alice were already making plans for play dates.

Being with our family was something that Bella and I both wanted, even before we were married.

Six years later, we got our wish.

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

For some reason, our Christmas tree kept leaning to left and I invariably found myself balancing Libby on my shoulders once again, making sure the tinsel star at the top of the tree stayed in place.

Christmas morning in the Cullen house was always an exciting event, and this year was even more special, because both Masen and Libby understood what the celebration was truly about.

They let us sleep in until six forty-five this year.

Bella and I were able to get them some of the things they had asked for, as well as some necessities, like clothing and shoes.

We also got them a pet.

A nice, quiet, clean, contained goldfish. Which was christened Sophie. Lord help us if the fish turned out to be a boy.

Jasper called dibs on flushing Sophie down the toilet when he or she died. He got a few of Sue's cookies thrown at him for that.

Carlisle and I were also prepared to make bets on this fish's lifespan, but our wives would not have appreciated that.

Especially on Christmas.

Out of all the presents I received, one small gift made this Christmas especially memorable.

Bella handed the small, rectangular wrapped present to me, biting her lip and trying to hide the sparkle in her eyes.

I eagerly tore it open, and a pregnancy test fell out into my hand. The one word displayed on the small screen turned my morning upside down.

Positive.

I looked up at her in shock, a smile spreading across my face. She answered my unspoken question.

"Turns out the other test had a false result. The baby's due on your birthday, Edward."

That announcement was met with squeals of joy from the women and congratulatory slaps on the back from the men.

Who knew Charlie was so heavy handed?

I looked around at my little family, opening presents with joy radiating from their faces, and I knew that it would only be up from here.

"Ella! Stop eating the wrapping paper, love!"

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

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AN: Well, that's the end! There will be no sequel or epilogue. This story is done and over, yay.

Thanks to SpencerReidFan89, who was my first reviewer.

Birdee18 for being so supportive

Felineyx for offering to kill the non- reviewers

Hoobastank22 for advertising me

Twilighter80 for all the wonderful feedback

Heatzi for inspiring me

SuperMassiveBlackMole for the astounding reviews

ORDandproud for sticking with me

Mooch11 for being so nice to me

Sicklittlesuicide for telling me what I needed to hear

The prequel story to this is Fireproof. Check it out if you want to see the beginnings of the PB&J family.

Bye!

yourbrowneyedgirl

Reviews one last time would be nice. If anyone still cares.

I mean, please? I gave them a big house in Forks, 2x more money, and a baby!