Well everyone, here it is, THE END! Thanks to everyone that reviewed and rec'd and just supported these 2 it means so much to me!
ScottishRose1028 is my awesome beta!
HippieStarr is the best pre-reader a girl could have! And enabler, she enables...and plants seeds for stories she wants...and so well now I am working on a Teacherward story. I know I am crazy. It's fun to write though. Look out for it after I take my boards on the 15.
They take pictures of mountain climbers at the top of a mountain. They're smiling, ecstatic, triumphant. They don't take pictures along the way cause who wants to remember the rest of it. We push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next level. Nobody takes pictures of that. Nobody wants to remember. We just want remember the view from the top. The breathtaking moment at the edge of the world. That's what keeps us climbing. And it's worth the pain. That's the crazy part. It's worth anything.
A new life. A second chance. Life was full of possibility. Edward stood in the dark bedroom peering into his daughter's crib. He had done this every night since she was born, watched her sleeping.
Between medication and therapy, his PTSD was improving. The medication mainly helped when he felt panic attacks rising. He tried not to take it every day, only when he felt he needed it.
Edward learned that life threw curve balls, and people had to keep reinventing themselves almost every minute because the world could change in an instant, and that there wasn't always time to look back. Sometimes the changes were forced, sometimes they happened by accident, but people needed to make the most of them. It meant having to constantly come up with new ways to fix themselves. So people change, they adapt, and create new versions of themselves. He learned a lot of valuable things from the Amish. He took the things he learned and tried to apply them to his life.
He was still confused with how Charles could attend James' funeral, but shun his daughter for choosing a different life. He respected Charles. He respected the Amish, and he took the positive things about their way of life, and used it in the new version of himself. Someone he was even becoming proud to be.
He knew the most important thing to do was to be sure that the new version was an improvement over the last.
Life got easier each day for Edward. It made him feel good to face his problems head on. He would never regret the events that brought him Bella; every choice brought him to this moment. He treasured that moment every night as he looked down in awe at the life they had created.
He stroked her fine chestnut hair, his index finger traced down her chubby cheek and around her ruby lips.
Bella was working toward her GED while Edward went back to school to become a doctor, at the University of Chicago. At first it was hard for him to accept living off of his trust fund, but once his daughter was born, he couldn't let his pride get in the way of taking care of her. He had the means to become a doctor, help people like himself, and be the type of man Bella and his daughter could be proud of.
It wasn't an easy choice for Bella to stay, but she knew she didn't belong in that world. It stifled her, made her feel suffocated. She knew her father would be more disappointed if she came back and lived a life she wasn't completely happy with. She wrote him a letter, with a photo of his granddaughter, Charlize Sarah Cullen. She knew she would never hear back from him. She had been shunned.
She and Edward didn't want to forget, any of it. When Edward suggested using Sarah as her middle name, Bella wasn't upset by it. She thought it would be a good way to honor her. She was a friend to Bella, and to Edward, when he needed one.
Bella and Edward went through a lot of paper work and red tape so that she could become an emancipated minor, with the help of a lawyer that had helped other Amish teens like Bella.
The lawyer understood where Bella was from. She knew the type of maturity Bella held beyond her years. She couldn't deny the love between Edward and Bella. She knew Edward wasn't taking advantage of a young girl. That he was in love with her. She saw it in the way he held her hand, kissed her temple, spoke her name, and watched her when she didn't even know he was looking. The way he had arranged himself to be her protector.
Edward knew the implications of being with a minor and knew that in order to avoid any more legal issues he had to marry her sooner rather than later. Bella had been sitting on the couch reading through some documents.
"You need anything, Bella?" Edward asked.
"Some OJ, please," she told him. Edward poured her a glass of orange juice, and brought it over to her. He kissed her cheek and then took the book from her hands, placing the papers down on the coffee table. Bella followed the action with her eyes and when she turned around, Edward was down on one knee with a velvet box housing a simple square-cut diamond ring.
"Bella, you saved me. When I was lost you helped me find my way. You gave me the most amazing gift with Charlie. You left a part of yourself behind to start a new life for me; I want to spend every day of the rest of my life making that choice worth it. I want us to share everyday together. Will you marry me?" Edward asked.
"Yes, God, Yes," Bella smiled. Edward stood and slipped the ring on Bella's shaky hand. He reached for the back of her head. He gripped the back of her bare neck, her hair was up in a messy bun, and kissed her.
Rose and Emmett flew in for the small private ceremony at the court house. After they were married they had dinner with Edward's parents. Once Emmett looked past his initial problems with Edward, he saw a decent guy. They became quick friends. It was almost as if they had known each other forever.
During the following few months, their lives changed drastically. There were still many things in the English world that Bella was naive to. Edward felt like a bit of an ass when the doctor came in to discharge Bella and Charlie from the hospital.
The doctor asked what she planned to use for birth control. Bella looked at Edward, "Um...withdraw?" she said it like it was a question.
Edward wanted to blend into the flowered wallpaper, a touch that was supposed to make the room homier. It was just ugly. It made it impossible to blend.
"Well, Bella, that isn't a recommended form of birth control. It's not very effective. Which is how I assume you became pregnant in the first place," the doctor told her.
"Oh," Bella said pursing her lips. "What are some better options?" she asked.
The doctor went on to suggest birth control pills, patches, condoms. Edward was happy he didn't have to. In the end Bella agreed to take birth control pills, since she planned to breast feed.
Edward climbed back into bed and wrapped himself up in the girl he loved. She moved closer to him, humming in pleasure at his return. "Go back to sleep," Edward whispered to her.
"It's been too long," she told him, turning her body around to face his. Her eyes fluttered opened and she traced the scruff along his jaw. She loved to see him in the English world. He was a new person, but at the same time still so familiar.
"The doctor said six weeks, Bella," Edward reminded her.
"It's been five and a half weeks, Edward. Please," she coaxed him with a sensual kiss.
He couldn't deny her any longer. His hands made quick work of getting her out of his t-shirt and underwear. He looked down at her ivory skin bathed in moonlight.
"God, I love you," he breathed out in a heavy sigh.
"I love you," she told him, holding his face in her hands before he kissed her again.
His mouth tasted her breasts, his long fingers held her close. "Tell me if it's uncomfortable," he told her.
He eased inside of her slowly, she responded with a moan.
"So good," she whispered.
Edward moved slow and steady at first. "More," Bella breathed.
He picked up his pace as his mouth tasted her breasts, her collarbone, her neck, and his teeth nipped on her earlobe. "Deeper," she urged him pulling her legs up.
He grabbed her leg and threw it up over his shoulder as he moved slower and harder inside of her. "Touch yourself," Edward urged Bella.
She moved her fingers to her sensitive bud and rubbed circles with just the right amount of pressure.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Just like that, that's perfect," he assured her.
He could feel her getting slicker. He could feel her foot that was over his shoulder stiffen.
"That's it Bella, come for me," he said. With a few more strokes, he felt her walls spasm around him.
Edward kissed her calf, licked behind her knee, and was pushed over the edge by the sight of Bella fondling her breasts. He collapsed next to her, trying to even out his breath.
She fell back to sleep with her head on his chest, as her fingers danced along his chest and her ear listened to the beat of his heart.
When Bella climbed out of bed the next morning, her legs felt like jelly as she walked down the three stairs toward the kitchen...in her house. A house she shared with Edward. She smiled when she saw him. He was on the couch with Charlie lying on his legs, her fingers wrapped around his thumbs.
"Morning," Bella yawned.
"Morning, B," Edward smiled. "Say morning Momma," Edward told the infant. She kicked her feet and moved her mouth. She was hungry. Edward cradled her in his arms, and her mouth moved against his chest, searching for something he didn't have.
Bella laughed and took her daughter. "Hey Charlie, you hungry?" she asked, sitting down and pulling her shirt up to feed her.
Edward kissed Bella's temple. He loved to see her like this with his daughter. His mother was smitten with her. She was the best thing to happen to the Cullens in a long time.
"I have to get ready for class," Edward told Bella. "Do you need anything before I get in the shower?"
"No, we're good," she smiled up at him and then back at her daughter.
A few weeks later, when Edward woke up with Charlie, he couldn't get her to settle down like he normally could. He tried rocking her, walking her, playing her musical mobile for her, but she wouldn't calm down. He walked her up and down the hall, and somehow he wandered into the room he hadn't been in for years.
He sat at the small piano he hadn't touched since he had joined the Army, and somehow he played with Charlie in his lap. As soon as he hit the first few notes she became still.
"You like that, Charlie?" he asked, hitting a few more keys. She reached out and tried to hit the keys, but her small hand wasn't strong enough to get it to make a sound.
Edward took her hand and helped her get the reaction she was looking for. She giggled with delight. Edward went on to play some more for her. For her laugh, for her stillness, for her awe. Just for being her.
It was soft and he found himself writing down the notes so he wouldn't forget. He wrote Charlie across the top and he felt free.
Bella had no idea that the room held a piano until the music woke her. She stood in the doorway and listened to the music, the content sigh from her daughter.
When she walked to stand next to Edward, she saw Charlie asleep, sitting in his lap.
"I didn't know this was in here," Bella said stroking the top of the square piano.
"Yeah, I haven't really felt like playing, Charlie loved it though. I might have to do it more often," he smiled, placing a kiss on her head.
"I bet she would like that," Bella said taking her from his lap. She placed the baby on her shoulder and walked her back to her room. She came back to get Edward,
"Let's go back to bed," she said holding out her hand.
"Coming, Mrs. Cullen," he said taking her hand.
Edward didn't want to remember anything but the view as he followed behind his wife back to their bed. He couldn't get any higher on this mountain.
Sooo it ends. I'd love to hear from everyone!