A/N: Thank you all for your support.

I hope this is worth the wait.

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There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepia tone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together



)*Fifteen Years Later*(

"Hey there, little guy," Sam says, rubbing my swollen belly. I peek at my husband of eight years over my book that have propped up against my every growing stomach. I giggle rolling my eyes, as Sam continues to talk to his son currently located in my uterus.

"I can't wait to see you, neither can Ash or Max." Sam murmurs, pressing a kiss just above my belly button. He continues to lay reverent kisses all over my belly, and I laugh when he presses his lips firmly before blowing on my stomach.

"Enough!" I laugh, swatting him away from my bulging torso.

Sam moves away, coming to lie down next to me on our bed. I close my book, setting it down next to me. I sit up a bit more, yawning as I lay my hand on my round belly. I rub it absentmindedly as I am hit with the thought that the little person residing within will be here in just two months.

His future brother and sister, Max and Ashlin, cannot wait to meet him. I smile as I think of my first born, Ashlin. She looks a lot like me at only seven years of age. She's a lot like her Dad though, quietly observant with a big heart. Max, however, looks much like Sam. He's five year's old with a big mouth (like mine) and is a smart ass thanks to me.

I cannot believe that I am pregnant again for the third time. I mean, I never really thought I was cut from the mother cloth, but apparently I was. Max and Ashlin were the best things that had ever happened to me, with the exception of Sam of course.

Sam, I was sure, was truly made to be a Dad. When Ash was first born he stepped into his role with great ease, and even when she was just a bundle in his arms she had him wrapped around her little finger. She was his little girl, his princess, and she knew it. She was his little piece of Velcro, always at his side. Where Sam was, Ash was. It had been that way since she was born.

Max, though, was my boy. He was two years younger than Ash and much louder. He was like me, with his big mouth and smarty-pants attitude. He sometimes pushed the envelope too far and had to be reminded just exactly who he was talking to. But he was the cutest fiver year old in the world—but then again, I might be a little biased. He was my shadow and often worked with me in the kitchen, watching as I created new sweets to sell at my bakery Sugar and Spice.

I know, right?

But that was me: a baker.

I opened it right after I got out of College, with the Pack's help. The guys helped me get all set up, and were my very first customers. The bakery had been very successful over the years, thank goodness, and I now was able to be at home with the kids a lot more with my success. I only went to work about four times a week now, as opposed to when I first started and was there everyday and night.

Sugar and Spice was my pride and joy (next to Ash and Max of course) and was located in Port Angeles. It was not too big, but not too small, and had just enough space for my ever growing menu. I had a great staff working there and was quite lucky that they had been with me from the very beginning.

I smile when I feel Sam's hand join my own, both our hands resting on my stomach. Our boy kicks from within, as if to acknowledge the attention we're giving him. I open my eyes and turn my head to the left, smile at Sam, "Ready for another one?"

Sam just leans in and places a soft, openmouthed kiss upon my lips. I feel his lips move as he breathes, "Yes, that and the dozen that will follow."

I pull away, laughing, "Funny man."

"I'm serious."

"I am too. There is no way fifteen babies are coming out of my vagina. Let's just play it by ear, okay?"

"Okay, okay, we'll see." He teases, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"You just like seeing me pregnant." I mutter against his hot mouth.

"I can't lie, baby. You're so sexy," Sam growls, kissing the corner of my mouth and up my jaw. "You're so soft and round and delicious."

"And my boobs are bigger." I sigh, knowing that's what he is thinking. He kisses the spot behind my ear, tasting it quickly with a dart of his hot tongue.

"True." He kisses down my neck as his hot hands slide up my sides. I'll never get over it, here I am, fifteen years later and the heat of his touch still shocks me. I shudder, moaning quietly when he stops, only to lay between my open legs.

I place my hands on his broad shoulders, sliding them up to his neck. He dips his head down to kiss me, sending a thrill of desire through me. His mouth is warm against my own as he gently presses against my own, nudging it open. I sigh into his mouth, sliding my tongue out to greet his. He slides his tongue against my own, teasing me in the most delicious way. I draw my legs up around his waist, gently rocking my hips. Sam groans into my mouth as I brush against his stiff boner—I'm thirty two and still refer to his erection as a boner, I know, it's ridiculous—in my search for some friction.

I am just sliding my hands down his torso when I hear the creaking of floor boards. Sighing I push Sam off of me and wait for it. Just as expected my wee man walks in, "I had a bad dream."

Max, looking half asleep in his Super Man pajamas, immediately has my attention. I turn to Sam, who looks disappointed that he's been interrupted, and sigh, "I'll be back."

He nods, watching me as I get up and out of the bed, struggling a little because of my big belly and walk over to Max. I take his hand and say, "Okay, baby, let's go. I'll lay down with you and keep the bad dreams away."

He grabs my hand, slipping his soft little one into my own as I walk down the hallway and slip into his bedroom. I get onto his bed, propping myself up for maximum comfort. Max slides into his bed next to me, nestling into my side, laying his head over my heart. He always does this when he's had a bad dream or upset. I softly run my fingers through his soft brown hair, scratching the back of his neck just where his hair begins to grow. I keep my circuit going and know that he's nearly asleep when he mumbles, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I sigh, planting a soft kiss on the crown of his head. He smells like boy, fresh and soapy. I breathe him in, closing my eyes.

I stay with him until I know that he's okay, not a bad dream in sight. I quietly get out of his small bed and plant a kiss on his forehead. I leave his room and return to my own, hoping that Sam is awake and we can continue where we left off. I walk into our bedroom, only to be met with the sound of soft snores.

I shake my head, smirking.

Sam had been working hard lately, between his shifts as a Police Officer and fixing up the baby's room, he was exhausted. I was thankful that he had stopped Phasing once Max was born. Even though Jake was Alpha now, he still often turned to Sam for advice. Sam still went to Pack meetings, talked to the Council and played a large role within both La Push circles.

Even though Sam had stopped Phasing he still retained the characteristics that he had when he was Phasing. He still was warmer that the average male on our Reservation, but wasn't as warm as the Phasing werewolves. He also could still growl, among other things. But he no longer howled at the moon, though.

I crawl into our bed, snuggling into his warm side. Sam wakes up and tiredly wraps an arm around me, tucking me in closer, "Everything okay with Max?"

"Mm-hmm," I lay my head on his chest. "He was just scared. Needed a little love."

"I need a little love." Sam drawls sarcastically, yawning.

I kiss his chest, feeling my lips burn due to his heat, "We both need some love."

"We were about to get some, too, before Max decided to cock-block."

"Did you just call your son a cock-block?"

"Yup. It's the truth. I love him to pieces but he needs to learn to share his Mom."

"This, coming from the guy who wants dozens of kids."

"Hey, we can get a system. Maybe we should start taking numbers."

I just laugh, "Well, maybe we can get my Mom to babysit soon."

"That sounds like a good idea." Sam kisses the top of my head, and I look up at him.

He smiles down at me, bowing his head to kiss my lips. I kiss him back, before pulling away to yawn.

"Sorry, baby," I say through the yawn. "I'm tired."

He just nods, rubbing my back. I sigh and rub his side, murmuring, "I love you, Sam."

"I love you, Bells."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and wait for sleep to take me.


I wake up to little hands on my stomach, gently moving about. I open one eye to see that it's Max who is exploring my hill of a stomach. I smirk and close my eyes, before murmuring, "Rub it too much and your baby brother is going to pop out."

Max's curious eyes dash to mine, "Like a genie?"

I laugh, "Like a genie."

Max giggles with me and I say, "Did I do a good job and keep all the bad dreams away?"

Max smiles and nods, crawling up the bed to wrap his arms around my neck. I hug him back, still half asleep as I do so. It is only now that I realize it's just Max and I in the bed and I pull away, "Where's Daddy?"

"With Ash in the kitchen." My son replies smartly, looking at me with his big brown eyes.

"Uh-oh." I gasp with exaggeration. "Do you think he'll burn breakfast again?"

Sam would never live down that Saturday morning in the kitchen. He had been trying to be nice and make a family breakfast, but it didn't turn out so well. He burnt the pancakes and French toast; needless to say we went to the Diner for breakfast that morning.

Max giggles, nodding in agreement.

I smile at him, "That's my boy."

I am just getting up when I hear from the doorway, "Breakfast is ready."

I look over to see Sam standing there, leaning against the door jam. I smile and get up with a grunt, rubbing my stomach, grumbling, "This seems to get bigger with each day."

Max hops off the bed and dashes towards Sam, who promptly picks him up easily, holding him with one muscled arm, "Hey kiddo, what'd I say about bothering Mommy when she's asleep?"

"Not to." Max says somberly, looking contrite.

"Oh, leave him be, I couldn't have asked for a better wake up call." I walk over to Sam, placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles and pulls away after Max exclaims, "Gross!"

I chuckle, as does Sam. He sets Max down on the ground and we all walk down to the kitchen together. Ash is sitting at the kitchen counter, a spread of crayons surrounding her as she colors quietly. That's one thing I can do—leave Ash by herself. Had it been Max down in the kitchen by himself—I don't even want to think about it.

Ash smiles wide when she sees me and hops off her seat to run over and hug me. I hug her back, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I breathe in. My heart swells with this overwhelming love and I hold her to me tight for a moment, "Morning, Baby-Girl."

"Morning, Mom." She breathes, pulling away after I let her go.

I stand up and survey the kitchen, "Manage to burn anything yet?"

"Ha-ha, funny, babe." Sam says dryly, rolling his eyes as he walks over to the stove. He opens up the oven, pulling out a stack of pancakes that had been warming inside. I smile before sitting down next to Ash and Max. I run a hand through Ash's hair, rubbing her back softly, "How was you're sleep?"

"Good." She picks up a red crayon.

I yawn, and pat my stomach when I feel the baby kick. It was eight o'clock on a Saturday morning; I'm surprised Sam managed to keep the kids in control for so long while I slept. Sam moves about the kitchen, plating the kids' food, cutting up their pancakes into bite size pieces. I get up and walk over to the cabinet that contains our cups. I take out Ash's princess cup and Max's Super Man cup. I poor milk into the both of them and set them down where the kids are sitting.

"I have to go in to work today and pick up Kim's cake." I say, putting the kettle on for my morning tea, I'd rather a coffee, but I can't have any since I'm preggers.

"Okay," Sam says, setting the kid's plates down in front of them. "I've got to go into Port Angeles to pick up her present. So, we should go in around eleven?"

I walk over and begin to put together my own plate of pancakes, saving some for Sam. I pour a healthy helping of syrup all over them and begin to eat my breakfast.

"It's Auntie Kim's birfday party today?" Max asks excitedly.

"It sure is. You remember how to sing happy birthday, right?" I ask teasingly.

"Of course!" Max exclaims and proceeds to sing happy birthday.

Sam shakes his head and sets a mug of tea down beside my plate. I smile at him, "Thank you."

"No problem," He says sweetly, kissing my temple and gently rubbing my belly.

We finish up breakfast and I heard the kids upstairs, preparing to get them ready. I trust Ashlin to get herself ready, but Max, not so much. I pick out his clothes so that he actually matches and doesn't look like he got dressed in the dark. I pull him out of his pajamas and put him in his jeans and red T-shirt.

He smiles once he's done and I tell him to go and brush his teeth. While he's in the bathroom I go and check on Ash. She's just finished getting ready when I walk in and I sit down on her bed, motioning for her stand between my legs. She walks over and I grab the brush from her nightstand table.

I begin to gently run the comb through her, righting all the knots and snarls, "How do you want to do your hair today?"

"Um…up?" She says, handing me an elastic band.

"You got it, boss." I say, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

She giggles before turning around and glancing at my stomach.

"How much longer?"

"Two months, Sweetie."

"That's so long." Ash complains.

"I know. But before you know it you'll have another little brother."

She scrunches her nose up, "Another boy?"

I smile at her, "Yes, Ash."

She sighs, "I want a sister."

"I know you do."

She sighs again, looking at my round belly, "Why can't you be a girl?"

I laugh, standing up, "Go brush you teeth."

She goes into the bathroom and Max walks out smiling brightly. I crouch down, "Breath."

He opens his mouth, and sighs, blowing a gust of air towards me. I breathe in, "Minty fresh. Good boy."

He smiles, "Minty fresh."


I walk into my bakery, Max and Ashlin trailing behind me. Sam was off to go pick up Kim's present, leaving me with the kids. I've got Max's hand in my left and Ash's in my right as I navigate my way through customers in order to get to the back. I walk through to the back, the portion of the bakery that has the office, and smile when I see one of my closest friends and employee, Sarah.

"Hey, you!" She greets coming out from the office. "You just get bigger every time I see you."

"Funny," I reply hugging her. "We're just here to pick up Kim's cake."

Sarah turns her attention to the kids, "What, no hugs for Sarah?"

Sarah had seen me through both pregnancies and had grown very close to the kids over the years. I smile and release Ash's and Max's hands so that they can greet Sarah properly with a hug.

"Can you just watch them while I get the cake?"

"Sure!" Sarah smiles, taking them into the office.

I quickly get the cake and come back out to here the giggles and laughter of my children. I quietly peek my head into the office to see Sarah putting on a show using little finger puppets. I chuckle, "Enjoying yourself?"

Sarah looks at me, "Of course. Finger puppets are the coolest, right, Max? Ash?"

Both of my kids nod and I shake my head, "Well, we have to go now, guys. Say 'good-bye' to Sarah."

My kids do as they're told and we leave the bakery. Sam is waiting outside for us and we all pile into the car. The ride home is quick and soon we're out the car and in the house. I get in and sit down on the couch and close my eyes for a moment, feeling tired. It was only twelve o'clock but my back was a bit sore, and it felt nice to close my eyes.

I blink them open when I feel a little person curl into my side, I know its Ash and I wrap an arm around her. "You ready for the party?"

She nods. Ash was quiet, very shy and the complete opposite of Max. I gently rub her back, occasionally playing with the ends of her hair. I hear Max and Sam in the kitchen, obviously making lunch and I thank whoever runs the big show for blessing me with a nice husband who did nice things like make lunch.

Ash and I lounge on the couch until Sam tells us that lunch is ready. Ash hops off the couch with great ease and I, the round pregnant lady, get up with much less grace. She giggles at my struggle and grabs my hand, leading me into the kitchen.

Max is already enjoying is grilled cheese sandwich, and Ash sits down next to him in front of her plate that also has a grilled cheese. I see that Sam has also made a sandwich for me, and I walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek in thanks.

I devour my cheesy sandwich, eating all but the crusts—which Sam does eat for me. We finish lunch, chatting with the kids about whatever pops into their precious little brains. An hour passes with ease and we all pile back into the car, headed for Jared and Kim's place.

We arrive after the short trip and get out of the car. Max and Ash run up ahead, excited to see the Pack—well the Pack to Sam and I, but not to them. Jared opens the door just as they are about to knock and smiles at them, swooping down to pick them up in one great big hug. I see them disappear into the interior of the house and my heart clenches, not liking not having them in sight. I walk a bit faster and feel Sam slip his hand into mine, threading his fingers through, "Relax, baby."

I smile, "I know, I just—you know how I feel."

He smiles, wrapping an arm around my waist, "I know."

We enter the house and we're greeted with a chorus of greetings. Jared, greets me as he did the kids, pulling me into a hug, "How are you doing, girl?"

I smile, "Just fine, Jared. This is my third; I am practically a professional at this. How's Kim doing?"

Kim was pregnant too, but only five months along with her second. "She's…good."

I chuckle at his response and Sam asks from my side, "Mood swings?"

"You've got no idea."

Sam laughs, "Yeah, I know, Bells was crazy when she was pregnant with Max."

"I was?" I arch an eyebrow.

Sam chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist, "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

"I love you too, you cheeky shit." I reply, chastely kissing his lips.

He smiles down at me and I am about to say something else when I hear Quil talking to Max. They're both exceptionally loud and I look over to see the both of them in the midst of what they consider a serious conversation. I shake my head, and I see Kim headed over with a bright smile.

"Happy birthday!" I greet, hugging her.

"Thanks!" She replies, and I am reminded of her cake.

I turn to Sam, "Baby, could you get the cake out of the car?"

Sam does as he told and I walk into the kitchen with Kim. I see Leah there and I smile. Things had gotten much better between the two of us. We were actually able to enter a conversation with each other and not have it turn into an argument. We weren't best friends but we certainly weren't enemies either.

"Hey, Bella," Leah smiles. "How are you and the baby?"

"Good," I reply, walking over to her. "Getting bigger every day."

She smiles and glances down at my stomach. She places her hand on it, and jumps back when she feels him kick. I snicker, "Scared ya?"

"Unexpected," She amends, playfully narrowing her eyes. "Thought of any names yet?"

"Well, Sam likes the name John. But I don't know yet, I've got two months to brainstorm anyway." I say, grabbing a carrot off of the food trays on the kitchen counter.

She chuckles and smiles when Ash walks in, "Auntie Leah!"

Despite my past with Leah, she was great with kids. She worked at a Day Care we had in La Push and was totally in her element. She and Ash got along great, and it often shocked me how much she had changed. Leah had truly changed and I still got to see glimpses of the new person every time I saw her.

Leah picks Ash up, setting her down her lap. I smile and say, "You okay here, Ash, if I go say hello to everyone?"

"Yuppers!" Ash replies, smiling brightly.

I walk back into the living room and am immediately pulled into a hug. I wrap my arms around Jake's neck, "Hey!"

"Hey, Baby-Girl!"

I step out of his arms, "How are you?"

"Good, good, you know, same old, same old. How's my future nephew doing?" He glances down at my stomach.

"Oh, he's fine. I swear he's going to be a soccer player or something with the amount of kicking that goes on in there."

Jake laughs, shaking his head. I worry about him, more than I probably should. Maybe it was because I was a Mom now and my maternal instincts are always on, but I worried about Jake. He had yet to Imprint and I found myself wondering if he ever would. I knew the Imprint brought much more than love; it promised protection and a loyal companion that would always be there for you. I worried that he'd never find that person that he could truly share himself with, that he could find happiness with. Jake often said that he didn't mind, that he was okay if he never Imprinted but I doubted it. I knew Jake, and something told me there was a lot more to this than he let on.

I place my hand on his forearm, "How are you doing?"

I guess he could tell by the look on my face that I was asking about more than just the casual, day to day crap.

"You already asked that, Bella, I'm okay." He laughs, and I narrow my eyes.

"You know what I mean, Jake. I worry about you."

"Hey, relax, Mom." He teases.

"I do, though, Jake. I really do worry about you."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder, "I'm okay, right now. I'd tell you if I wasn't, Baby-Girl, you know that."

I nod, wrapping an arm around his waist, "I know…I just…"

He squeezes my shoulder, "I know, Bella, I know."

I smile up at him, nodding. "I know you do."

Max comes up to me and I pick him up, balancing him on my hip, "Hey, little man, how you doing?"

"Okay." He wraps an arm around my neck.

I smile, and whisper into his ear, "Say hi to Jake."

"Hi, Uncle Jakey." My son greets, smiling.

I begin to shift Max in my arms when Jake reaches over and takes him for me, "I got him."

I smile, "Thanks."

It wasn't easy holding a fiver year old. He wasn't as light as when he was a baby, and my back was sore. I smile when Max demands, "Do the air plane, Jakey!"

Jake does as he is told and swings my son up in the air, catching him soundly. For a moment, I see something in his eyes, and I know that he feels like he's missing out. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants this. That he wants to be a Dad, I smile softly at him but he's too busy amusing Max.

Shaking my head, I walk away, "Don't break my kid."

I walk over to the cheese and cracker's plate, bending over and getting myself a snack. I stand back up, huffing at the difficulty at performing such a simple act. I hear someone snickering from my left and I glance over to see Quil.

"Yeah, that's nice, laugh at the struggling pregnant lady." I snap playfully, biting into my cracker and cheese.

Quil stands up, pulling me into a hug, "Sorry, B."

I just hug him back, "How are you, Quil? I haven't seen you in a while."

"I'm good. You?" He releases me.

"I'm good; I think you're the first person to ask me how I am doing, opposed to the baby." I laugh.

"Well, that was my next question," He says, bending down and placing a hand on my proud belly. "How ya doing in there baby Uley?"

I snicker, "He's good."

The baby kicks and Quil taps back, as if he's communicating with the kid. I shake my head when the baby kicks again and Quil taps again.

"Are you done?" I ask, placing a hand on my round tummy.

"I'm having a conversation here."

"You're crazy, I feel sorry for Claire. How is Claire, by the way?"

Quil stands up then, rubbing my belly one last time. "She's good."

"Yeah?" I ask. "Made your move on her yet?"

Quil looks down, "Not yet."

I smile and sigh, "Quil…"

"I'm just nervous. I mean, I am so much older than her. What if she doesn't want a relationship with me?"

"Quil," I sigh. "She'll want it. No matter what. I see the way she looks at you; you're her best friend, her protector. Believe me," I glance over at Claire who is across the room, talking to Kim. "She does want it."

Quil looks over at Claire, a smile gracing his lips instantly. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Now get over there and talk to your woman." I order playfully.

"She isn't mine yet, but she will be, thanks, Bella." Quil smiles, leaving me to the crackers and cheese.

I sigh and sit down on the couch behind me. Out of habit I rest my hand on my belly and close my eyes briefly. I open when I feel someone sit beside me on the couch. I glance over to see Paul and I smile, "Hey, Paul."

He smiles at me, "Hey, B."

"I'd hug you but I really don't want to get up."

"No worries, Bella. How've you been?"

"Pregnant." Is my one word reply.

Paul laughs and I join him, asking, "How about you?"

"I've been good." Paul replies.

"How's Michelle?" I ask, referring to his Imprint. He had Imprinted on her just two weeks ago, in the grocery store of all places. I was happy that I had one less person to worry about. I still had to worry about Embry, who also had yet to Imprint.

"She's great." Paul smiles and I smirk.


"I took her out for coffee yesterday, Bella, she's so smart."

I smile, shaking my head. "I'm sure she is."

I get up when I see Embry and pull him into a hug. I pull back, resting my hands on his biceps, "How are you?"

"I'm good," Embry replies, smiling. "You?"

I chat with Embry for a bit but am drawn away when I hear Max's cry. My eyes immediately find him, tears pooling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks as he gasps for air. I dash over to him, wiping at his cheeks, "Baby, sh, sh, what happened?"

He just wails harder, gripping his elbow. I pick him up, rubbing his back, "You're okay, Max."

He clutches to my neck, whimpering. I look to Jake who is standing there looking guiltily at my boy.

"What happened?" I demand.

"I dropped him…I-I'm sorry, Bella. He hit his elbow and his head on the way down."

Max his still shuddering in my arms, trying to breathe in between his choked sobs.

I feel Sam walk up beside me, "What happened?"

"Nothing, it was an accident." I sigh, adjusting him in my arms.

Sam takes him from my arms, wiping his tears away, "You're fine. You know, the more you cry, the less you pee."

My son stops crying for a moment, and a confused frown puckers his forehead for a moment, "What?"

"The more the cry, the less you pee." My husband tells our son, as though it makes perfect sense.

"Daddy," My son giggles, a small smile taking over. "That isn't true."

"The water's gotta go somewhere," Sam smiles, tickling Max.

Max's giggling fills the air and I smile, watching him. Max wriggles in Sam's arm and Sam sets him down. I look at Jake and say, "Don't worry, but no more airplane, okay?"

Jake smiles, "Yeah, okay."

Sam pulls me into his side, and I smile.

"You know, Sam, one of these days Max is going to believe that it's true."

"It is, the more you cry, the less you pee, it's only logical."

I laugh. "I don't remember learning that in school."

"That's because you were too busy thinking about your sexy boyfriend."

"Is that so?" I muse, looking up into Sam's eyes. "I did have a pretty fuck-hot boyfriend."

"Fuck-hot?" Sam parrots, smirking.



Our house is silent.

The kids are tucked away in their beds and asleep. Sam and I are in the living room, relaxing. I watch him from the corner of my eye and I feel my heart swell up inside my chest. I loved this man so much, even more so than when I was seventeen.

When I was seventeen the love felt so intimidating, so oppressive, but in reality, this love had set me free. I had been foolish to think that love was something you could hide from, deny really. I couldn't deny this man, couldn't deny the love I had.

I wouldn't lie and say that we were perfect, that our relationship was perfect, because it wasn't. There had been times where we didn't talk, times when we argued, times when we hurt each other. Those times would happen again, I knew they would, I would be a fool to think otherwise.

But in the end, it was Sam that held my heart. It was Sam who held my hand, kept me strong when I was at my weakest. It was Sam who kept me grounded. It was Sam who put me back together when I fell apart. It was Sam who made me laugh and smile and want to chase forever.

I watch as Sam walk over to the stereo and put a CD inside. He sets the volume down low, as not to wake up the kids. The music floods the room, swimming through the space. I smile when he comes over to me, offering his hand, and says, "Dance with me."

I take his hand, stepping into his arms, "Of course."


A/N: Well, this is the official farewell, isn't it? Say goodbye to our Difficult Bella and Sweet Sam. I hate to pack them away, but, I must.

I hope the Epilogue sufficed, and pleased you all. Let me know what you thought.

It's been a pleasure writing for you all, thank you, readers. You made all the hard work and hours put into writing this story worth it.


PS: Lyrics at the beginning of the Epilogue our from the song, "Better Together" by Jack Johnson.