A/N: Alright, not much to say. Except, thank you guys so, so much. I feel so honored that you all like this story, and liked it enough to actually give me all those reviews, I mean there are 291 up there. When I started this, I thought it was only gonna get a few reviews. And then, you guys go and give me nearly 300! It blows my mind. And I want to say thank you. Because without you, I would have quit this story a long, long time ago. And through my computer breaking every week, and just plain laziness, you guys stayed with me. So thank you so, so, so, so much! I love you guys, like for real!

Okay, so you've probably had enough of the Author's Note huh? Let's see what these crazy kids are up to…

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters. Stephenie Meyer owns them completely. Credit her.


"Edward, what are you talking about?" I asked, frowning as I spoke to him on the phone.

"Bella…just go look on your dresser. I swear I left something at your house when I was there last. Please look," I swore he left nothing in my room. I rolled my eyes and walked to my room.

I had to dodge tons of clothes (thanks for digging through my closets, Alice) and tons of stuffed animals that were strewn across the floor. The sentiment was sweet, but jeez! Enough stuffed animals already!

"Do you see it?" he asked.

"Well, if you let me get to the dresser, then I can tell you." I heard him laugh once.

"Okay, I'll let you do that then."

"OW!" I began jumping while I held my big toe. I dropped the phone.

"BELLA? What did you do this time? Are you alright my turtle dove?" I heard him calling through the phone. I picked the phone back up and began searching my dresser for what he said was a simple black box.

"Where did 'Turtle-" I was stopped by what I saw. The phone dropped again. I heard the thump before I felt it land on the same toe. That toe should come off; it constantly puts me in pain.

Anyway…my heart began beating faster. I could hear it in my ears. My stomach dropped to the floor. I began gulping because my throat had gone dry.

"Are you serious?" I said quietly. Not really to anyone, just to myself.

I heard faint 'Bella's coming from the ground. I couldn't believe it. I was just, standing there. Looking at the box. I began wavering; my legs were starting to wobble. Where the hecka-malecka* is Edward when you need him?

"BELLA!" Alice burst through the door and ran over to me. She crashed into me, making us fall to the floor.

"Do you see it? Is it just me?" I asked her, grabbing her arm.

"I don't know, but you-" she panted like she was running up the stairs; "You have to see this!" she dragged me to my window and pointed to the sidewalk.

Edward was there, little kids were coloring with pink and blue chalk. He looked up and I saw him swear. He passed them something and shooed them away.

He did the 'Ta-da' pose and smiled widely.

What did the message say, though?

I think you can figure it out.

Will you marry me Bella?

I bit my lip and saw something flash on my right side. Alice held the box in her hands, it was open. And a beautiful, simple ring rested in the cloth.

"Say yes Bella. I can totally plan. Eek! I can just picture it now! I know exactly what dress to get you, and how to do your make-up and how you hair-" Alice babbled on and on.

"Shut up Alice." I said. She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. Well, that is Alice for you. She's Drama Queen central.

Edward held up his pinky and thumb to his ear. I nodded and got the phone, putting it to my ear. It began ringing, and I yelped. So he hung up on me, then? I clicked it and laughed into the phone.

"…So? Did you like my drawing?" was the first thing he said.

"Yes. How much did you pay those kids to do it for you?"

"Aw, you weren't supposed to know that."

"Too late," I sung playfully. "How much?"

"4 bags of candy each. Don't worry, they're my cousins."

"So, will they be at our wedding?"

I heard him laugh, "Sure, if you want them there. So…yes?" he asked hesitantly.

"No Edward. You're gonna bribe your cousins to draw on the sidewalk, asking me to marry you, and you buy this gorgeous ring, and I'm gonna say no." I said sarcastically.

"I didn't buy that ring. It was my mom's. My dad wanted you to have it." He said.

"Then I'm going to have to thank your dad. Yes Edward. A million times yes. There is no one else I'd rather be with." Wow, as cheesy as that sounded, it was true.


"When you get someone like Edward in your life, it's hard to forget of anything else because of his perfect looks. But he also is a romantic guy. He cares for you. He showers tons of attention onto you, and only you. He's ideal to be a father, and a husband. A guy like Edward is hard to forget. And I am so glad I have the honor to call him my husband."

Okay, so I wasn't the type of person to give speeches. But I felt that this one was necessary. The guests clapped and I collapsed in the seat next to my new husband.

He looked at me gratefully and held my hand tightly, rubbing the back of it.

"I love you." He mouthed. I smiled and mouthed the same thing back to him.

We were married. It was glorious. And I felt like I was a new person.

I don't care if it sounds cheesy. I feel cheesy, and sentimental, and romantic. And I don't care what you guys say, because I was finally complete.


I did it. I was married to my Bella. Okay, so for now, I was still in my dad's house, and she was still with Alice…but we would find somewhere to live. I promise that.

She looked beautiful. The pixie one did a great job. Her eyes were surrounded with this black stuff, but it wasn't so heavy that she looked like she belonged in a Tim Burton movie. I couldn't tell if her blush was natural, due to all the attention she was getting, or there because Alice forced it on her. Eh. Who cares? She is beautiful, and I love this woman to death.


8 Years Later

All I saw when I walked into the living room was Johnny Depp, pale and scary looking, slicing some guys neck while singing show tunes.

"What on God's green Earth are you watching, child?" I leaned against the door and watched him singing, murdering people and then making them fall into the basement, where their necks were broken.

"Sweeney Todd." Greg and Reilly said in unison.

"Why is he singing show tunes while murdering people?" I asked.

"They love this crap, what else?" Bella said, looking annoyed. She had our 2 year old on her back, giggling.

"Hi Britt-Britt." I said happily, picking her up. "Can you say 'I love you Daddy'?" I asked.

"I lubf you Daddy." She said.

"Lubf? What's 'lubf'?" I asked playfully. I began blowing raspberries on her stomach. She giggled and tried to push me away.

"Ow." I heard Bella hiss.

"What is it?" I looked up and noticed her hand on her very pregnant belly. "Are you contracting?"

"I can't be sure. My due date isn't for another week, though." She said, frowning.

"Do you want to go, just in case?" I asked. Brittney sat on my shoulders; she was touching the ceiling with her little fingers. I held on to her ankles so she wouldn't fall to her death.

"Um…" she looked down at her pants, "Yeah, my water just broke. We got to go, like-now." She gathered her keys, purse and rushed the kids out of the house.

I locked the door behind us and shuttled the kids into the car.

"Hey, Dad? Yeah, my water just broke, so we're headed to the hospital, k?" she hung up and proceeded to call all our family and friends.

"I love you." I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I love you too." She smiled sweetly and continued to call Alice.


"Holy wow, Edward. This one is a keeper." Alice stood next to me, looking at the newest member to our family. It was a boy. And we were going to call him Logan.

"Hey! Aunt Alice, are we a keepers?" Reilly asked, pulling the hem of her skirt.

"Oh, no way!" she began tickling her. I smiled and went to Bella's bed.

"Hi there." She said groggily.

"How are you?"

"Well, other than pushing a kid out of my body, I'm fine." She smiled. "You know what, Edward?"

"What's that?" I asked her.

"Well, I'm really glad I went to that party. And I'm glad that Mike was annoying me." She began stroking the side of my face.

"Yeah, that was actually a pretty nice thing he did there."

"Asking you to be my boyfriend for 5 minutes was the best question I have ever asked in my life."

A/N: Well, when we repeat the title, we know that it's finally over with. Don't be sad. I'm not. It's time for this story to end. Again, thank you for all your support. I love you guys for going through this journey with me. Thanks for reading it ya'll!