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A/N: The end is finally here! This is gonna be the last chapter/epilogue. I hope you've enjoyed my story, and thank you for sticking with me!

Chapter 20


Much to Alice's dismay, Edward and I chose to have our wedding in just two short months, right at the end of summer. He would be starting pre-med at the University of Washington in the fall semester, and we decided to have the wedding while we still had the chance.

The ceremony was small and simple, held in the Cullen's large backyard with just our families and a few close friends. Alice managed to make it beautiful despite the short notice, and was able to turn the backyard into something from a fairytale just in time for the big day. My dress was simple and elegant with a short train and a classic cut, my hair curled and pinned into an off-center knot at the base of my neck. Edward was mouthwatering in his tux, and Anthony carried our rings proudly down the aisle.

We had planned to take a short family vacation in lieu of a honeymoon, but Esme insisted that she and Carlisle take Anthony for the week and sent us off on our own. It was nothing extravagant, just a little rented waterfront cottage in Olga, Washington. We spent virtually the entire weak in various states of undress, wrapped in our own little bubble of heaven. By the end of the week we were both sad and happy to be leaving. It would be a shame to go back to the real world, but it was hard to be away from Anthony for long.

Esme was reluctant to relinquish our son, but we finally managed to pry him from her hands. Edward eagerly showed him the shells we had collected to add to his collection, and Anthony 'oohed' and 'awed' over them the entire drive back to Seattle. When we finally reached the city, Edward continued past our turn off for the apartment. I glanced out of the window, then turned to frown at Edward.

"Where are we going?" He grinned over at me, squeezing my hand gently while Anthony giggled in the backseat.

"You'll see," was all he said. I looked back and forth between my men, both of them fighting back excited grins. I narrowed my eyes but kept quiet, trying to decipher our destination as we maneuvered through the city.

We finally turned off north of the university, continuing past it toward the waterfront. My frown deepened as Edward drove us through the neighborhoods, passing rows and rows of beautiful homes. He finally rolled to a stop when we reached the end of the road, parking in front of a craftsmen home overlooking Lake Washington. Anthony was bouncing excitedly now as Edward motioned for me to get out of the car. He and Anthony walked on either side of me, their hands in mine guiding me up the front walkway.

I gazed at the house as we approached it, marveling at its beautiful simplicity. The cool gray exterior contrasted wonderfully with the the off-white trim and detailing. Large windows dotted the facade, and a wide front porch graced the entryway. I followed them onto the porch and came to a stop in front of the door, tilting my head at the key Edward held in front of me.

"What is that?" I asked carefully. Edward grinned, bringing our joined hands up and releasing mine so that he could press the key into it.

"That's your key," he said quietly. I rubbed the cool metal with my thumb, still staring dumbly at it.

"My key to what?" I asked, turning my gaze to search his face. His emerald eyes were glittering with excitement, and he brought a hand up to stroke my cheek.

"To your house." He nodded his head toward the front door, and I felt tears spill onto my cheeks as I mechanically inserted the key into the lock. It turned easily, and I hesitantly reached out a hand to squeeze the handle, pushing the door open gently. My feet stepped lightly into the entryway, my eyes dancing over every surface. Dark natural wood floors stretched from the entrance into the great room, a large stone fireplace on one wall. An archway to the left revealed a gourmet kitchen, and a staircase to my right led to the second floor. I stood still just inside the door for a long moment, finally forcing myself to turn and stare at Edward.

"This is ours?" I whispered, my voice filled with awe. He nodded slowly, a grin starting to spread over his lips. I threw my arms around him in the next instant, laughing lightly.

"When did you do this? How did you do this? Can we even afford it?" I asked, still clutching him to me. He laughed at my enthusiasm and tightened his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.

"Anthony and I went house hunting the week before the wedding while Alice kept you busy," he chuckled. "And normally, no, we couldn't afford this. But Carlisle knows a few people, and...let's just say he's persuasive." I laughed again before pulling away from him, stooping down to pick Anthony up in a tight hug. I kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, his chin, giggling when he squirmed in my arms. I set him back on his feet and ran past me into the house, excited to explore. I turned to Edward, pulling his face down for a kiss.

"Thank you, Edward. This is amazing," I murmured. He kissed me back forcefully, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You deserve it."

We spent the next few weekends moving our belongings from the apartment to the house with the help of our friends. Carlisle, Esme and Charlie all came up for the final weekend, bringing all of the necessities for a barbecue to break in our new home. We ate and laughed and relaxed with our family, the perfect start to our new lives together. When everyone finally headed home, we put Anthony to bed and went to sit out on our back patio, gazing out at the lake before us. Edward excused himself after a few minutes and returned with two glasses of champagne, settling back down next to me and handing me a glass.

"To happily ever afters," he toasted, raising his glass to mine with a small grin. I clinked the edge of my glass to his, but set it down on the end table when he raised his to his lips. He quirked his eyebrow at me and set his own glass down.

"What's wrong?" he murmured, cupping my face in his hands. I shook my head, smiling softly at him.

"Pregnant women aren't supposed to have alcohol." His face was immobile for a few long seconds before it broke out in a blinding smile. He crashed his lips to mine and tucked his arm behind my knees, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. I giggled against his lips as he ran back into the house, taking the stairs to our bedroom two at a time. He laid me down gently on top of our duvet, then took his time freeing both of us of our clothes. When I was laid bare before him, he knelt carefully between my legs, leaning over to place a gentle kiss over my stomach. I cupped his cheek, my eyes watering as he crawled back up to kiss me.

Then he proceeded to show me exactly how one drunken night can turn into the best mistake of your life.

A/N: Well, that's it folks! What do you think? I hope you enjoyed it, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts!