The last chapter was supposed to be a few weeks later in the story, not a few days. I went back and fixed it so this would make more sense.

Hope you guys aren't too angry with the twist from last chapter, but I promise things won't seem so bad after this. At least I hope not anyways.

I am actually more nervous for this chapter than the last with all the shocked and unsure reviews I got.

I can't believe this is the last chapter! It's crazy thinking of all the time I have spent writing this and now it's finally done. I love you all and just want to thank you again for reading my story. I hope the ending don't disappoint.

Also, I was thinking of the possibility of a sequel and was actually planning on one, but what I was thinking was pointless. Actually, plotless. If you guys really want a sequel, toss some ideas my way because I'm drawing a blank and I'll see what I can do.

Well, no use in rambling anymore. Here it is. The final chapter...


Epilogue

It was freaky to say the least, which is actually funny considering everything I have been through. My dreams have always been vivid. It's what made the nightmares so horrible, but this? It shouldn't have been a surprise really, but it was ridiculous. I knew Jake thought I was crazy. The entire thing was odd, but I think everyone has experienced something like that at one point in their lives. Dreams you think are real, then when you are finally convinced that's what they are, you find out there not…

Maybe I should explain.

The whole thing made no sense, but at the same time it did. It was all pretty unreal, but that was just how my life went after moving to this rainy little town.

Here is how the rest of it went. I'll fill in the blanks later.

I was boarding the plane from Jacksonville, on my way back to Forks. I had a decision to make. One that was obvious… to me anyways. I had gone to visit my mom and stayed there about two weeks to help clear my mind. It took one of those weeks to decide and an additional week to make sure. I was returning home to him.

I was thinking back to the day I decided to leave. Edward was unsure about me going, but gave in agreeing that it was a wise decision and he supported me. He even paid for my trip. Of course I tried to fight it, but it was a pointless battle, so I dealt with it.

Charlie was a different case. He feared that I wouldn't return, that something had happened and I was running away from him again, but I assured him that wasn't what was happening and promised to return. My home was in Forks, no matter who I chose to share my life with. He agreed, but I can tell it was only because he didn't want to push me and that he was just happy that I was okay when I woke up. I had really hurt him in the past with all my taking off on him.

He was there at the airport to pick me up. His relieved, loving smile was something that made me even happier to be home.

Once we pulled up to the house, I was truly happy to be back. I loved my mother, but I was glad every day that I made the decision to move to Forks. No matter how screwed up everything was since the first day at school. I walked straight up the stairs and went into my room and started unpacking my bags.

When I finished, I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at the window, the floor, the walls and my bed. Memories floated in my mind as everything I looked at reminded me of something. The first time Edward had climbed through my window, that first kiss and all the times he stayed the night with me, holding me while I slept. I took a deep breath and smiled at the calmness I felt. I knew I was making the right decision.

Only one name, one voice and one face followed with me every day. The one I would be returning home too. I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror to make sure I didn't look too horrible after my flight. I ran the brush through my hair and then ran downstairs, telling Charlie I would be home for dinner.

It was in the middle of the afternoon and dark clouds were a nice welcome home, as was the sound of my truck chugging its way slowly down the road to his house. I was confident. I couldn't only hope he would take the news well. Though I was sure I was making the right decision, I still felt horrible. How could I not after fighting the love triangle I had created with two amazing guys? When I made my way to the house finally, he was standing outside waiting for me. I took one glance at him before moving out of my truck. He knew.

I walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around me gently. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand and stared into his eyes, memorizing his face. I would always want to remember the times I had shared with him and the ways he made me feel. He would always be special to me.

"Your mind is set," he whispered into my wrist.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." My voice was softer than before as I watched him close his eyes and simply nod.

He removed my hand from his face and kissed it as he held it in both of his.

"Will you keep in touch?"

"If that's what you want."

"Believe it or not, I do. I want nothing more than to see how your life will change." His voice was sad, but could tell he had accepted it long before I had arrived.

"Then I will give you that. How will the others take the news?"

"They will be fine. I promise."

"Should I say goodbye?"

"There not home. They left to give us time alone."

I nodded as I looked down. I didn't know if I would be able to return or not. I didn't think I was strong enough for that.

"They will understand," he said.

"What if I call?"

"They would love that."

He smiled at me as he leaned in and kissed my cheek softly.

I stayed for a little over fifteen minutes saying my goodbye. I didn't want to overstay, didn't want to hurt him more than was necessary. When I got back into my truck and drove away, I didn't try to hold back the tears that fell. The last words he spoke, floated around in my head as I smiled.

"Be happy, Bella. Live a long and happy life. I am always here if you need me."

The words were familiar, making it odd once again that it had all been a dream. I would miss him, all of them, so much, but what I was doing was right. I knew that more than anything else.

It was about three when I arrived at my next destination, the one I had been anxious to arrive at since I boarded the plane in Jacksonville. He too was waiting for me outside. My old beat up truck never failed to announce my arrival.

I didn't waste any time getting out of the truck as I ran up into is waiting arms.

"Is this good?" he asked, hope filling his voice.

I nodded at him as I leaned into kiss him. When I pulled away he spoke again.

"You're sure?"

"More than anything."

He picked me up, gripping me tightly and kissed me harder than before.

"How will you… What if… Damn."

I laughed. "What?"

"Honestly, though I hoped, I didn't expect this."

"Oh Jake, you should really be more confident in yourself." I laughed again.

"It's just that, I don't know. How will he take it?"

"He took it fine."

"You told him already?"

"I just left there. He already knew."

"Uh huh. Whoa. Really?"

"Yes."

The happiness in his eyes made my heart melt. It made me feel whole again. My heart was no longer broken, but healed and swelled with the love I had for Jake. I had thought about my choice entirely too much when I first arrived to Jacksonville and once I finally stopped and just let myself enjoy my time with Renee, the one I that always came to mind was Jake. That was what finally let me know.

I didn't look too much into the dream, that wasn't what I allowed to make my decision, partially because I was still having hard time believing it. The dream just helped me realize what my other option was, wrong as it was, but still the same. I found myself questioning if I really wanted eternity with Edward more than the question of did I really love Jacob enough. The answer was as plain as anything, I did.

Edward did handle it better than I had planned, but I had to admit I was hoping Alice's visions would help me a little. If my future was gone, then they knew what that meant. I made sure that I said my goodbyes to Edward better than I had in the dream. That really was the one regret I had in it and I wanted to make sure that wasn't what I regretted in reality. I regretted nothing. I was truly happy with the way things turned out.

The rest of the day with Jake was spent basically enjoying my return with him, watching movies and being close. Once I arrived back home, cooked and cleaned up dinner, I decided that I would call the Cullen house as I had told Edward I would. I talked to everyone individually. They were all sad to hear the news, but happy that I would still keep in touch. I made plans to visit them after they got settled into their new home, which they would be headed too soon. It was a good phone call and sad. I would miss them all so very much.

As I walked upstairs too my bedroom to go to sleep, I laid down in my bed and stared at my ceiling. I thought of everything and how things turned out. I thought about the past, the present and the future. I looked forward to sharing my life with Jake and everything that came along with it. I didn't fantasize about plans and events that could take place, I just wanted to live and let it things happen.

As for Jake's phasing, he decided that he would stick to it for a little while longer. He wasn't sure if it was safe enough to stop yet and I was okay with that. It would be a while before I got to looking too much older than him and he needed to do his job for the tribe. It was one of those things that I would deal with when the time came. For right then, I was satisfied with the way things were.

Lost in thoughts, I started falling asleep when I heard a tapping on my window. Curiously, I got up and walked over and opened it, smiling as I slowly backed up to let my visitor in.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" I laughed quietly.

"I just wanted to say goodnight."

He pulled me into his arms and I held onto him, my arms wrapping around him as tight as I could. His scent and his warmth relaxing me completely and grew even more tired than before.

"Can I stay for a while?" he asked, nervously as he pulled back a little.

"Sure."

"As cheesy as it sounds, I just wanted to hold you for a while." He laughed as he led me over to my bed.

I smiled at him as he pulled my blankets back father for me to get in. Once I was lying down, he tucked the blankets in on one side and walked over to get in on the other side. He pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest as I closed my eyes and let out a sigh in comfort.

"I love this," I said, snuggling deeper into him. I could feel, rather than hear, his laugh as it vibrated through his body.

"And I love you." His voice was suddenly serious and I could feel his eyes on the back of my head.

I looked up at him, gazing into his eyes and I could see the love in them as always. I smiled and leaned into to kiss him softly, but quickly before pressing my face back into his shirtless chest.

"I love you, too."

I could feel him relax under me and I hadn't realized that he was even tense.

"You know, I was thinking about something before you came home. Then I thought about it again before I came here tonight."

"What?" I yawned.

"The whole imprinting thing."

My body froze, even holding my breath. Imprinting. That was not something I hadn't really thought about, well not in the sense that it didn't involve me anyways. What if…

"Maybe we could be," he continued and I let out a gust of air.

"Really? How? I mean, I'm not sure how all that works exactly, but doesn't it happen when you see the person right after you phase?"

"Well usually yeah, but what if your imprint in someone you've known all your life and have always loved. How would you know the difference?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I hear about the guys and their imprints, I think of you. I feel the same. It hurts to be away from you and my world is you." I smiled at his words. If that were the case, it would be nice to not have to worry about the possibility of losing him in the future. "It is impossible to put into words the way feel and have always felt about you. The pack doesn't quite agree, but they also admit they could be wrong. They of course know how I feel; they see it in my mind. They agree to the similarities. It is one thing I have never had to question, not since I was young. I have always been in love with you, Bella. No one could change that."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall onto his chest. He wrapped both arms around me and tightened them, pulling me closer into him. I had trouble breathing, but not because he was crushing me, but because of his words, the way he felt. I felt it. My heart throbbed in my chest as I tried to find the words to say, but my voice wouldn't work. Not that I was sure of what to say anyways. He loosened his grip on me a little and kissed the top of my head.

"I don't expect you to say anything, Bells. I just wanted to get that off my mind." I nodded my head.

He reached one hand to my face as he wiped away the remaining tears.

"I love you, Jake," I said into his chest. It was the only think I could say. "Nothing can change that either."

He slowly stroked the back of my head, while his other arm remained wrapped around me tightly. It didn't take long for me to fall to sleep.

-x-

And here is where the bigger twist comes in.

I fucking woke up. Again.

Everything was different. Again.

But yet, it was the same…

-x-

When morning came, I opened my eyes expecting Jake to be by my side, which he was, but not the way I had thought he'd be.

My breathing was heavy, my eyes bugging out of my head and I was still so very tired. My first thought was, what the hell is wrong with me? I flew up into a sitting position, eyes flying all over my room which was different in a way. I just couldn't place how. I turned to my right to see Jake sitting on the edge of my bed, with a t-shirt and jeans on. Just as wide eyed as I felt I was.

"Bells, honey, are you okay?" he asked, trying not to laugh. I could only imagine how I had looked.

"What is today?" I asked him, rubbing my palms into my face.

"September thirteenth."

I ran the day through my brain, trying to figure out if the day matched any of the days in my dream and only ended up hurting myself when I rubbed my eyes a little too hard.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh yeah…. No. No, I'm not."

"What's wrong? You seemed like you were having a bad dream."

"Horrible, horrible dream… I think. Damn it!"

"Bella?"

"Um, what happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean? We had dinner at Sam and Ems? You came home early because you were tired. What's going on?"

"Dinner… At Sam and Emily's?"

"Yes." His face was expressionless, but his eyes were wide with panic.

I looked down at myself, pulling the blanket off of me and stood up. I twirled a little, checking myself. Jake laughed, but it was nervous sounding. I ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was a little bigger than I was. I flexed my arm and there were actual visible muscles. My hair was long as always, pulled up into a messy ponytail. My clothing clung to my body. I made another turn, looking at my backside before I went into the bedroom with only one thought. I look the same as I had before…

"Bella, you wanna tell be what's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"We fought the Volturi?"

"Um… yeah. It was little over a month ago."

"The Cullens are gone?"

"Yes."

"What. The. Fuck."

"Bella?"

I plopped down onto my bed next to Jake and leaned my head against his chest. I couldn't be sure what was real and what wasn't. I once again cursed my poor, but vivid imagination. Could I have dreamt that it was all a dream, when it was in fact not? I laughed at the thought.

"Bella you're kind scaring me."

"Join the club." I looked up at him to see him staring at me. He must have thought I'd finally lost it. I shook my head, still laughing. "I just had one crazy, but very realistic dream."

"What was it about?"

"I dreamt that I woke up and Carlisle and Edward were in my room. They were telling me that I had basically gone into a coma during the newborn fight. You couldn't save me from the hypothermia and I got lost in my mind. I had dreamed the imprinting, the becoming a wolf and the fight with the Volturi. Not only that, but that I had to make a decision between you and Edward again. I took a trip to Jacksonville to visit my mom to clear my head, your idea, and came back to tell you decision."

Jake started at me, wide eyed again and trying to laugh.

"Who'd you chose?" he asked instantly.

"You of course, but still. The whole damn thing was a dream. It felt so real. I had finally been convinced that our life now was a dream and then now I see that that was a dream. God, I hope this isn't a dream. That might officially put me in the loony bin." I laughed. I was very confused still.

"That real huh?"

"Yeah, I could feel everything and it was all so bright and just so… Real. No other way to explain it besides it just felt real."

"Damn. That is crazy."

"Tell me about it." I sighed and leaned back into him.

"Well, I can tell you that this, us, all of this, is definitely real."

"Well I sure hope so."

"Got any plans for the day?" he asked, with a tone I couldn't place. When I looked up at him he tried to hide his smile, but failed.

"Nope. I don't remember if I did or not actually. I'm still kind of stunned over that dream. Why? What do you have planned?"

He just laughed.

"What are you up too?"

"Why did you ask me the date?"

"Uh, to see if it fit either of the dates that I was thinking of. My dream was back in like June."

"Ah."

"What?"

"You have no idea what today is?"

"Yeah, you told me. September thirtee… Oh shit."

He laughed harder. "I have never met someone who could forget their birthday so easily."

"I usually hate my birthdays, so it's easy really. Unless I have someone annoyingly planning a party for me. Then it's kind of hard to forget… Jake why are you looking at me like that? What do you have planned?"

I stood up and looked at him with my arms folded across my chest. He just continued to laugh.

"Take a shower and get dressed."

"Why?"

"Just do it. I have to head back home, but when you're done, call Leah."

"Jake," I whined. "Wait, Leah?"

"Uh yeah, she said something about talking to you. I don't know."

"Uh, okay…"

"Alright, I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Sure." My head was spinning. First the dream, now something involving Leah, not to mention it was my birthday and Jake was up to something. I glanced at my bed wondering if I could get away with just sleeping all day.

Jake caught me and laughed. "Don't even think about it."

I groaned as I walked over to my dresser to pull out a pair of clothes. Thanks to Alice's help, I had plenty. Jake met me as I stood straight again and kissed me.

"Love you."

"I love you too. Even though you're a pain in my ass."

He laughed and walked towards out my bedroom then yelled, "Happy Birthday" just before he made it down the stairs.

I slammed my dresser drawer shut, hearing a cracking noise before making a growling sound as I headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day from hell known as my birthday.

Once in the shower, I let myself think more. I realness of it all was mind boggling. I got a headache within the first minute of trying to make sense of it all. It was a dream. I dreamt that my life of imprinting and becoming a werewolf was a dream. Putting it into words was hard, making sense of it inside my mess of a brain was even harder. I was just relieved that this life was real. Except for the birthday part.

Too bad I couldn't just dream this day away, I thought.

I let the extremely hot water wash away the stress that waking in a panic always caused. It was my nineteenth birthday and would be spending the day with Jake. And Leah? I sighed. Trying to convince myself that the day wouldn't be miserable was useless.

I thought of what Leah could want. Sure we got along, but it was still odd. The only connection we really had was being female werewolves and dealing with the issues that came along. I couldn't think of one thing that she could want to talk to me about and why she had Jake tell me to call her. The water ran cold and stopped me from thinking on it anymore. I would just have to call her and find out.

Once I towel dried and got dressed, I blow dried my hair to straighten it some. I wore my normal style of clothing, which was actually a surprise since Alice never let me wear just jeans and t-shirts. I had actually won a fight with her for once. I thought though that maybe she was just giving into me because they were leaving, but I was still happy that it was what I wanted. I did though let her pick out some fancier clothes. Who knows if an occasion would come up? I laughed at the memory.

Once I was dressed and downstairs, I paced the kitchen, stalling my phone call. I kept looking at the clock; it was almost one in the afternoon. I couldn't believe that I had slept so late.

When two minutes felt like an hour, I finally gave in and picked up the receiver, dialing the number Jake had written on a piece of paper and left on the counter. It rang only twice before she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, uh, Leah. It's Bella. Jake said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Oh, hey. Yeah, are you busy?"

"Um, no…"

"You think I could come over? There was something I wanted to talk about."

"Uh, sure. What's up?"

"I'll tell you when I get there. I'm leaving right now."

"Okay."

And she hung up.

It was weird. I had no more information than I had had in the shower. She wanted to talk. I decided to make myself something to eat while I was waiting. Just as I sat down at the table to eat my sandwich, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I got up and opened the front door just as she was walking up.

"Hey," she said with a smile. I raised a brow at her. Her actions were confusing me even more.

"Hi. Come in."

"So, happy birthday. Jake said I shouldn't mention it, but when do I ever listen to him." She laughed.

"Ah, yeah. Thanks. Um, I was just getting ready to eat. Would you like something?" I asked. She was making me nervous.

"No thanks, I ate just before you called."

We walked into the kitchen and I sat back down at the table as she sat across from me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well…" She suddenly looked nervous. It didn't help me any. "I was wondering, how much longer were you and Jake planning on continuing phasing?"

Huh? "Um, I'm not sure. We haven't talked about much. Why?"

"I was just curious."

"Not that I don't mind the company, but uh… Why didn't you just ask me that later? I'm sure I'll be on the rez at some point today, I usually am."

"Yeah, I know. Just so many nosey boys around."

"Ah. Is there more to the question?"

"Not really."

"Right."

It was odd. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Her odd question truly baffled me.

"Well, it was just curious about your theory. You know, with us and the phasing. I was curious because, you're imprinted and in love and all that junk. Me, well, I don't plan on ever finding anyone that the option might come up. And honestly, I don't really want to risk taking the chance just to find out I can't."

"The having children thing?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, well… Um. I don't know. I haven't thought about it much. I don't really plan on having kids anytime soon, so even if I was to stop phasing and go back to normal, I wouldn't really want to put that theory to test right away. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, yeah I get that. It was just a thought of mine that brought a question. I don't mean to pry into your business."

"I don't mind. Knowing how you have felt about the whole thing, I would expect you to still be curious."

"I wonder if there's a time limit on the whole thing. Like, you have to stop phasing in a certain amount of time or your body will be stuck that way."

I laughed. "Leah, I don't think it works like that. At least I hope not anyways."

"Yeah, that would uh, suck. Well anyways. I don't want to take up anymore of your time." She looked away and I could tell there was something else. Suddenly something l clicked into place.

"Leah?"

"Yeah?" She asked as her head snapped back into my direction.

"Jake had you come and distract me didn't he?"

She laughed nervously and started fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

I stood up, pushing the chair back. I didn't know whether to laugh, or be mad.

"Ugh, that sneaky little-"

"Bella, you know I'm not really into all this kind of crap and definitely not usually up to helping him with anything really. He's trying to keep it light, but just wants the day to be special for you. He's been trying to plan something perfect for you."

I looked at her and I have no idea what she could see on my face, but I was shocked and confused.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"You're helping him. You're putting up with Jake, to help me. Not only that, but you are defending him."

"Okay, so that does sound a little crazy."

"A little." I laughed as I put my plate in the sink and stood behind my chair.

"Okay so a lot. Believe it or not, I've come too actually like you. You turned out to not be such a bad person. Not to mention you gave me some hope on something I had given up and now I don't see it as such a curse." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I actually see you as a, uh, friend."

"Really?" I asked, shocked once again.

"Yeah. I don't like many girls, never really have, but you're not like other girls. I can't really talk to the friends I did have, and you remind me of them."

"Well, thank you."

"Yeah, but don't expect me to be all warm and fuzzy. This was as close as I can come to it without being nauseated."

We both laughed as walked into the living room. She told me about how she has actually gotten over the situation with Sam a little more and doesn't want to torture him anymore like she was before. She said she isn't ready to move on and find someone because she doesn't want to hurt them like she was hurt, but she won't be phasing forever and that thought left open options. For once since the break up with Sam, she is finally content with her life. It was nice to see her smile.

We decided to watch something on TV while we waited for the call from Jake. We laughed at the stupid women on the reality show and talked about how thankful we were that our lives weren't that bad. We both agreed that fighting vampires was better than the overly dramatic lives they created for themselves. It was nice and we had more in common than we had thought.

Finally Jake's all came and I was nervous about heading to La Push for once. More nervous than that time on the beach. This time I knew he was planning something. The rid with Leah was silent and I could tell she was trying her hardest not to laugh at me.

When we pulled up on the rez, Embry was standing outside of Jake's house. He started smiling when he saw me.

"So I heard you had a crazy ass dream last night," he said with a laugh as I got out of the car.

"Yeah, shut up." I punched him in the arm and he winced.

"I just think it finally confirms your crazy."

"Yeah, maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. Do you really want to find out?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Eh, no not really." He laughed as he took off running.

"That's what I thought," I yelled, knowing he could hear me even thought I couldn't see him anymore.

I turned back towards Leah and stuck my head through the window. "So uh, thanks for coming over and for the ride." My voice was full of my nervousness as I glanced at the clock at her dashboard. It was just passed four pm.

"No problem. Have fun." She laughed and pulled out of the driveway.

I took a deep breath as I walked up to Jake's house. I was just reaching my hand up to knock when he opened the door.

"You don't have to knock you know," he said with a smile before hugging me.

"Uh okay," I mumbled.

"You're nervous." He laughed as he hugged me tighter.

"I never know what to expect with you anymore."

"Is that good or bad?" he asked, pulling back a little.

"I don't really know."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. Two steps in and my nose was assaulted with something coming from the kitchen. I looked at him curiously as he smiled again.

"I know you don't like anything big, or surprises, so I picked something in between. I cooked you dinner."

"You what?"

"Don't seem so surprised." I shook my head at him.

He led me to the kitchen table and I could feel my eyes widen as my mouth dropped. The room was darker than normal for daytime. The table had a dark red table cloth, with a small bouquet of beautiful flowers in the middle. Two candle sticks were lit, on each side of the flowers. There were two plates on each side of the table, with forks on each side on top of napkins. There were glasses on the other sides of the plates with a bottle of what looked like wine sitting next to it.

The CD player from the beach was sitting on the kitchen counter, paying a beautiful melody that flowed through the air softly. I looked further into the kitchen and saw that the counter had a couple of bowls and dishes of food on it. The stove was full of pans and I could see something that looked like sauce splashed on it. Whatever he had cooked smelt amazing.

I felt a tugging on my hand and I realized I had frozen in place at the sight of it all. I looked back up at him and his expression was almost worried. I was about to speak, but he brought a finger up to my mouth for me to stop. I did as he wanted and he pulled me over to the table. He pulled out my chair and I sat down as he helped me scoot the chair forward a little. He walked to the counter and came back with a basket of breadsticks.

"I hope you're hungry," he said.

"Uh, yes." I couldn't form any other words. The day seemed to be one shock after another.

He just smiled as he moved into the kitchen and came back with a bowel and a spoon. He slowly dished out some spaghetti onto my plate. It actually looked as good as it smelt, which once again was amazing. He caught me eyeing it.

"Hope this is okay. He was easy enough for me to make." He laughed. "As I'm sure you know I'm not as great as cook as you are, so I hope you will enjoy this."

"Well if it tastes as good as it smells, we'll have no problems."

I reached up and grabbed his shirt at the chest and pulled him down so I could kiss him. He almost dropped the bowl of food, so I let him go and couldn't hold in the giggle. He walked over and scooped some onto his plate then put the bowl back into the kitchen and came back. He picked up the bottle of wine, with was already open, and poured some into my glass.

"Wine?" I asked. Though I wasn't s drinker, I had had wine once or twice with Renee. I was sort of shocked to see him with a bottle.

"Emily recommended it." He shrugged.

"Ah." I nodded my head and picked up the glass once he was done and took a sip. It was actually good, with a nice sweet taste too it.

He poured himself a glass and then sat down. I could feel his eyes on me as I looked down at the plate of food. My stomach growled as I took once last smell of it. I picked up my fork and slowly swirled some of the noodles on it and took a bit. I was completely shocked that it actually tasted good. You really gotta start giving him some more credit, I told myself.

"Oh wow Jake, this tastes amazing. All of this is amazing."

"Really? So you're not mad?"

"No. I couldn't be even if I wanted too. It's really sweet."

"I'm glad you like it. I just wanted to show you that not all birthdays are bad and that there are ways of celebrating that aren't too extreme."

"Thank you."

The rest of dinner had light conversation. We talked a little bit about my conversation with Leah, which he was surprised to hear about just as much as I was when I heard her say the words. We talked a little bit about how he came up with the idea for dinner. By the time we were almost done, I could tell there was something else still on his mind. He was still acting nervous. I waited until the food was gone and I had finished all of my glass of wine before I mentioned it.

"Jake are you okay? You seem a little nervous about something. I promise that all of this is fine."

"Oh um, yeah. I'm fine. Great actually."

"Then loosen up a little." I smiled as I tried to stand up, but he stopped me.

"Here, I'll get it."

He stood up and reached for my plate, his hand was shaking. Once the table was cleared from our meal, be brought back two other plates that looked to have something brown on them. Cake. When he set the plates down, he poured me another glass of wine, along with himself. After he sat down, he chugged the whole glass at once. Great my ass.

"This looks really good. Did you make this?" I asked, though I was sure he hadn't. Spaghetti was one thing, but I wasn't so sure about dessert.

"Uh, Emily did. I wasn't about to attempt baking." He laughed, more nervous than before.

When the cake was finished, he got up and cleared those plates as well. His nervousness was making my body tense. I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with him, but it had to be something big. Obviously he wasn't going to tell me yet, so I didn't push it. It took all of my patience. I drank more of the wine to help calm myself.

He came back from the kitchen and reached a shaky hand out to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me out of my chair. At first I was wondering if he was going to make me dance again to the still playing music, but he didn't. Instead he just held me for a while. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Jake you are definitely not okay."

"Yeah…"

"You can tell me, what's wrong."

"I think I'm just over thinking something. Trying to make this night perfect without ruining it."

"What are you talking about? Everything is perfect."

"Uh, well… Yes, it is." He leaned looked into my eyes before kissed me softly while holding each side of my face. He pulled away slowly. "You are perfect."

"If you say so," I said with an embarrassing snort. Way to prove a point. I rolled my eyes.

"I know so."

I moved away from me a little, dropping his hands from my face. He moved to go towards the living room, but stopped and turned the other way then stopped again.

"Uh Jake, you're starting to worry me a little."

"Oh, it's nothing Bells."

"Obviously it is."

He took a deep breath and let it out heavily. "I just, well… Damn it."

He reached into his pocket and fiddled with something for a moment as he looked deep in thought. He brought his hand back out while holding a little tiny velvet box. I eyed it curiously before he tightened his fist around it, making a groaning sound.

"I wanted to do this differently, perfectly, but I lack some serious creativity."

My heart thudded in my chest. "Uh, Jake? What are you talking about? What is that?"

"Bells, you know I love you more than anything and I know you feel the same. I want to make everything perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve more than I can ever give you, but somehow, someway, we were meant for each other. I have never felt luckier than I do when I have you by my side."

"I feel the same for you. Like you said you know that." I tried to say more, but my throat closed up and I couldn't get the words out. I had a pretty good feeling what was going on and why he was so nervous. I hadn't put too much though into it. The only other time it came up, well… I didn't want to think about that.

"I know Bells and that's why I wanted to do this. It don't have to be any time soon, you don't even have to answer me. But the more I think about it, the more I want this. I love you and I want everyone else, outside our families to know it too."

He unclenched the box and held it out in his hand in front of me. I looked at it and looked back at him, eyes bouncing back and forth. His other head reached out and opened it. Inside was probably the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was silver with a single diamond in the middle. It had a spiral pattern engraved on it that went around the diamond going all the way around the thin band. It was simple, yet absolutely beautiful.

"Oh my."

"I know it's not much, it was my mom's. Someday I will be able to get you your own, but-"

"Jacob it is perfect." I just stared at it, not moving and barely breathing. Even though I hadn't really thought about marrying Jake, though I knew it would happen someday, I immediately knew my answer. Like I could really say no to him?

"Really?"

"Yes, definitely."

"So-"

"Yes."

We both laughed at my response. I didn't need to hear what he had to say next. Either way it would be the same answer. He removed the ring from its box, mumbling something about the size, which I wasn't listening too and set the box down on the table. I stuck out my hand, which was shaking just as much as his was. He grabbed my hand and slowly slipped on the ring, which was a perfect fit.

Before he even had a chance to move his hand, I threw my arms around him and slammed my lips against his, almost knocking him over. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he squeezed his arms around me tighter. The kissed deepened, filled with need, want and the most powerful of all, our love.

The day had gone from one hell of a crazy afternoon to one amazing night. I had more happiness filled in me than I could ever have imagined and could ever be able to explain. All the bad was behind us, though I'm sure there could be more, I didn't think about that. I just couldn't wait to start a new future with Jake. Complications would be expected with our kind of life, I would take it all with him by my side. He was my strength, my everything. With him, anything was possible.

The night continued on that like, all thoughts of anything besides Jake and I were completely gone. It was the best and most memorable birthday I would ever have. And let's just say the memories didn't stop at the ring.

Charlie was thrilled with our engagement the next day and I was excited to hear about his newly formed relationship with Sue in return. Even Renee was happy for us, though she just didn't get the how's and why's that it was so soon. Jake and I decided we would go on taking everything one step at a time. No rushing and no over planning. We would continue to phase as long as we felt the need too and someday we would give a shot and Leah and I's theory. But for the time being, everything was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

When I think about it now, going over the events that had happened since I moved to Forks, I realized just how much I have learned since that first day. But the most important thing was… nothing is impossible.

~End~


A/N: How do you feel about the ending? Love it? Hate it? Still have mixed feelings?

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