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Thank you to the awesome Skyebella98 for prettifying this. muahz! =) Any mistakes seen are still mine, though. (Have a longer A/N at the end.)

This is the last chapter...*wipes tear* Here it goes.


Epilogue

EPOV

"Okay, Peter. Just send me the papers and I'll look over it tonight," I said to my assistant before ending the call. I looked at the tray of food I had prepared for Bella. She was still asleep when I left her twenty minutes ago; I wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed.

I slowly made my way back to our room, carrying the tray carefully, making sure I wouldn't trip on my way to serve her. It would be stupid of me if I couldn't at least deliver the food to her without incident. I know she would laugh at me again, and I didn't want that. I wanted her to be pleased that I could now make breakfast, even though it was just simple toast and eggs.

Leah would be so proud when she comes back from her three-month world tour with Jacob. She would be initially shocked I could now manage things alone in the kitchen, but I knew she would be happy about it. The thought of her teasing me about my kitchen skills made me smile.

When I reached our room, Bella was not in our bed. I laid the tray of food on the table and went in search for her. She was supposed to be asleep, and I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to serve her breakfast. She does this to me regularly, waking me up with sweet kisses and presenting me with my favorite pancakes.

It was Saturday, and we weren't supposed to be anywhere today but home. I wanted to spend this day with her alone, make love the whole day until we were both spent and sated. I had been so busy lately; what with all the additional work that came with being promoted as CEO. Carlisle had been reluctant to relinquish the post, but he was becoming tired of the corporate world, and had wanted to retire for some time now. He had no choice but to give it to the next person that was most qualified, in this case it was me. It had been three years since my father had denied me of what was truly mine, and what I had worked hard for all my life. Now I was holding the position I had always wanted, and I couldn't be happier. Bella was so excited when she learned about my promotion last month. She even threw me a surprise celebratory party to honor the event. My girl is so supportive, and I couldn't ask for anything more in a girlfriend.

Some sound from the bathroom cut my reverie short. Maybe Bella was taking a bath. I smiled mischievously, planning on joining her immediately.

I was excited, and I couldn't keep from smiling. I'll definitely love my girl now. I pushed open the door to the bathroom, and my breath left me in a whoosh at the sight before me. Bella was on the floor, huddled over the bowl, retching.

'Baby, are you alright?" I asked worriedly, kneeling beside her. I pushed her hair aside then felt her forehead. She was sweating, but it didn't seem she had a fever. I went over to get a washcloth, and quickly helped her wiped her mouth as she finished throwing up.

She looked so pale, and her eyes were wet with tears. She washed her mouth with water, giving me a small smile as I hovered over her. I was panicking because she still hadn't answered my question.

I was worried about her. "Bella, what happened?" I tilted her chin so she could look at me. She just started shaking her head.

"I'm okay. I just need to lie down," she whispered and started walking away from me. I reached for her hand and grabbed her waist, bending down and carried her bridal style.

"Edward, I'm heavy," she protested.

"No, you're not. You're light as a feather," I teased her, trying to lighten her mood. She was still too pale, and I noted to make a call to our family doctor so he could make a house call.

"You brought breakfast, baby?" she asked, surprised. I laid her on the bed slowly then sat beside her.

"Yes, I did. I wanted to surprise you like you always do for me, but you were already awake," I said. She smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Do you want me to call the doctor? I want to make sure you're alright, Bella."

I rubbed my thumb over her lower lip, still concerned of her pallor. It was then I saw her eyes watering, and she started sobbing.

"Bella, what's the matter? Are you in pain?" I asked, panicking. She shook her head, and I pulled her to me.

"Shhh…shhh, it's okay, babe. You can tell me," I told her, comforting her the best way I could. I waited until she had her sobs in control then tilted her chin up. Her gorgeous brown eyes were still shining with tears.

"I went to the doctor the other day and…and…I'm pregnant, Edward," she whispered so softly. What? I was stunned. She was looking at me cautiously, her nervousness radiating from her small body. She was biting her lip, and her eyes were searching mine frantically.

"I'm so sorry," she started to say, her lips trembling. "I didn't mean for it to happen. It's just that-"

"Baby, what are you saying?" I asked confused. My heart was beating so fast, I didn't know what to say. I was so happy, and so fucking elated, I didn't know what to do.

"I know you're not ready and all. But I'm pregnant and I don't want to get rid of it," she babbled. "I can raise the baby alone. You don't have to do this, you know."

Oh, my God. She thought I didn't want the baby.

"Bella," I interrupted her, suddenly feeling stupid I didn't reassure her right away. I smiled and intertwined my fingers with hers, staring at her intently. "There's nothing more I want than to have a baby with you."

"Are you sure, Edward? You're not saying this to just make me feel better, are you?"

"I'm sure. I want this with you, babe."

I was overjoyed that she was carrying my child. My heart swelled in happiness. "God, I love you," I rasped out loud, staring at her.

Her lips were trembling again, and instead of being happy with my declaration, she burst into tears again.

"I want the baby, Bella. Don't cry," I reassured her. I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

"It's just that, I'm a wreck. We aren't even married yet," she said, amidst her sobs.

"Whose fault is that?" I teased her, and earned a smack on my chest.

"I'm serious, Edward!"

"Sorry," I mumbled. "Continue." I raised the hand I was holding and turned it over so I was looking at her left ring finger. The engagement ring she had reluctantly accepted two years ago was sitting nicely on her slim finger, and it was shining brightly in invitation. I grinned, knowing she would eventually say I do to me.

"See, you gave this to me, and I'm still undecided as when the wedding will be. I've been procrastinating, you know," she informed softly, sniffling and wiping the last of her tears off her face.

"I know," I replied nonchalantly. Bella was still warring with herself, trying to deal with the concept of the whole idea of marriage, and I knew that. At first it did bother me that she was still postponing the date of the wedding, but eventually I understood. The fact that she had accepted my engagement ring meant she loved me enough to give me a try, even if she wasn't too sold on the idea of marriage yet; and that I was grateful for. I knew she loved me regardless, and would marry me one day when she was all good and ready. It was all that mattered. I could wait for her for as long as she wanted.

"You knew?" she asked, surprised. She frowned when I nodded, clearly not liking my answer.

"I'm sorry," she whispered shyly.

"I want you to have my name, baby. But if you don't want that, I could deal with it. I want you, ring or no ring. The most important thing to me is that I have you, and you're happy and content."

Her eyes shined again with tears, and I hated she was crying again. I leaned down and kissed her.

"I love you so much," she whispered against my lips. "Is this really okay with you?" She pulled away and looked down at her stomach. She was rubbing her belly, asking me whether I wanted the baby the same way she clearly did.

"God Bella, yes! It's unexpected but damn, it's a good surprise!" I told her excitedly. She smiled, and it was the first time today I saw her look happy. Her smile was genuine and not forced, and it made me feel better.

"I was so scared, Edward," she said against my chest. She hugged me tight, and I kissed her head. "I'm still so scared, but I'm better now…now that I know you don't hate me for this."

"Hate you?" I asked incredulously, and she raised her head once again. "I could never hate you, silly girl. I love you so much to do that."

She smiled so wide, and I couldn't help but smile back. I leaned down and kissed her, this time with much more vigor than earlier. I started sucking her lips, my tongue touching hers when she opened her mouth to me. I was starting to get lost in our kiss when she pulled back and informed me she was getting nauseous again. I laid her back on the bed, and settled her on the pillows, making sure she was comfortable.

"Okay, baby. I'll just make a call to Dr. Wright. Go sleep now," I urged her. I saw the tray of food, and felt guilty. She might be hungry by now. "Do you want something to eat?"

She shook her head before she closed her eyes. I smiled, knowing she needed rest. She had our baby to take care of now.

The thought of having a child never entered my mind, but now that I was facing that imminent future, I was elated. Bella and I would have beautiful kids together, I was sure of that.

I couldn't stop from grinning, enjoying the idea of being pregnant. I wanted to announce to the entire world I was going to be a father.

"Edward?" I heard Bella whisper. She was sitting up on the bed. I went to her quickly, kneeling in front of her. She looked nervous again, so I placed my hand on her cheek. She leaned forward into my palm, kissing it.

"Do you think we can have the wedding in a few weeks?" she asked so suddenly. It took me a few minutes to understand what she was talking about, but when I got my head around to what she said, my heart started pounding against my chest so hard. She was finally agreeing to marry me! I swooped her in my arms and kissed her passionately.

I fucking love this woman!

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BPOV

"Come on, baby. You can do it," I shouted, encouraging him. He gave me a small wave before he finally let himself go, and jumped the short distance from the hill to the water below.

I saw the water splash as Edward's body went in, and I waited for him to resurface. After a few minutes, I saw him making his way towards the shore where I was standing. I grinned, and slowly walked so I could meet him half way. My yellow dress was getting wet, but I didn't care. I wanted to go to Edward and swim with him.

He grabbed me by the waist once I was near him.

"That was freaking awesome, babe," he said as he tightened his grip on my waist.

"I told you it was. You just didn't believe me," I teased him. I had done the jump a few months before; several times in fact. I felt him chuckle, and I grinned, knowing he had enjoyed his first jump of that height. It wasn't so high, but Edward wasn't the type of person to risk his life for something as mundane as jumping for the sheer pleasure of it.

"I want to do it again someday," I told him, removing a strand of wet hair from his eyes. He frowned, before he pursed his lips.

"I don't ever want you to jump again, Bella," he said, his voice suddenly solemn. "It's dangerous. Besides, you kept your promise to your mom and that's the important thing."

It wasn't really a promise, but some kind of a fact to myself. My mother and I had promised we would do this jump together, and we were excited about it. We never did get to do it though because she got sick, and all our attention focused on getting her better.

I had come here a few months ago and made my first jump. It was scary but exhilarating. I promised myself I would bring Edward here if he agreed, so here we were. He had convinced himself he also needed to do the jump. Truth be told, I wanted him to do it. I didn't know why, I just wanted him to.

Forks was my mother's hometown. She loved the ocean, and it was appropriate for her to be here. This was the same beach where I spread my mother's ashes. When Charlie refused my request to bury her in the Orchard, this was the first place I thought about, and I knew Renee would appreciate being back here, after all the years away.

"Head's up!" we heard Jasper shout from above. Edward and I swam as far away as we could, so we wouldn't be hit when he jumped in the water.

For another few minutes, we looked on as we watched Jasper and Alice make the jump. They also insisted on joining in on the stunt; it seemed so normal to have them with us.

This was some kind of vacation for all six of us. Rose and Emmett were somewhere in this town, opting to forego with this jump. Rose backing out surprised me initially, but I did understand. She was due in two months, and watching your husband do a dangerous stunt would not do well with her already fucked-up hormones. Yes, Emmett was her husband; they had been married for almost two years now. Emmett was more a father to a now three year-old Ethan than Royce would ever be.

Seeing that the wind was picking up, we decided to head back to our rented house. Edward had made sure to make our stay here as comfortable as he could. He had paid a whole lot of money to rent the Newton's famous mansion for our one-week stay. It was too big for the six of us, but he wanted it so he got it. He insisted he wanted me to be comfortable where ever I was; especially now I was carrying his baby.

He was always taking good care of me, and I was sure he would be a good father. I rubbed my belly, already loving the tiny baby inside me.

Just then my cell started ringing, and I grabbed my phone from my purse.

"Hello, Jane," I answered, confused as to why she was calling me. Edward was sitting at the back seat of the large SUV with me, and he winked when he saw I was looking at him.

"Isabella, is it true?" she asked, her voice was clearly irritated.

"Is what true?"

"Are you freaking married? The press is going crazy over this rumor! First it's your pregnancy, then now, it's this," she clipped, clearly annoyed. "Tell me it's not true."

"Well," I said, wanting to string her along. Edward raised her eyebrows, and his lips curved into a smile. His hand reached for my hand, and he intertwined our fingers together.

"I love you", he mouthed, and I beamed at him.

"Isabella!" I heard Jane shout exasperatingly on the earpiece.

"Yes, Jane, it's true."

"Oh, my God!" she screamed. "How did this happen? You're supposed to inform me about such things!"

"I know and I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty all of a sudden that I had failed to tell her. She was a friend after all, nice and totally loyal, especially if she wasn't being a bitchy agent. "But I thought they didn't care since I'm not as active as Rose in modeling anymore."

"If I don't love you, I would surely kick your stupid ass! Of course they'll be interested. You married Edward, and that's something to be talked about, silly."

"Okay," I whispered. Hating the fact that Edward's private life would again be dragged across the media. "Jane, do you think we can do something about this? I don't want to be in the middle of another media ruckus."

"Don't worry, Isabella," she reassured me, probably hearing the dejection in my tone. "I'll take care of this."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she answered back confidently. "I have to talk to both you and Edward when you get back, okay? We need to plan what you're gonna say to the press."

"Do we have to?" I asked

"You know the answer to that, Isabella."

I huffed, getting irritated at the thought of another invasion of our privacy.

"As I've said, don't worry your cute little ass about it. Just enjoy your vacation for a little while longer, and forget about this shit I called about," she said, clearly in a better mood than earlier. "So when did you get married?"

"Last week," I replied, looking down at my hand that was still encased in Edward's large ones. After I informed Edward somewhat shyly I was ready to be wed, he had called a priest and we were married the same night, only a few hours before midnight. It was very simple, but I loved it. I wouldn't trade it for any grand wedding ceremony. The priest married us in Jasper's place, with Rose and Emmett as our witnesses.

"Oooh, it was a hush hush kinda thing, wasn't it?" she said teasingly. "Tell me all the details when you get back."

"Jane," I warned, hating all this attention again.

"Okay, okay. I won't ask about the wedding. But make sure you call when you're back in New York," she demanded.

"Yes, I will. I'll call Angela to make sure she'll set a date for that meeting," I answered.

"Perfect!" she said. "Okay, I gotta go, darling. And oh, congrats to you and Edward!"

"Thanks, Jane," I answered, smiling. "I owe you."

"You bet your ass you owe me. I now have something to coerce you to take on more modeling jobs," she said happily, before saying her goodbyes.

I now had a full time job in Vanity Fair as the Life and Style Director, and I was damn proud of it. I had sold the publishing company my father had left me. I didn't have any desire to continue with it, even if Charlie had named the company after him and my mother. I was content with where I was, happy I could make my own way to the top of the publishing world.

Jane would still offer me some modeling assignments from time to time. When the offer was good and I could squeeze it into my schedule, I would accept. She wasn't happy about it, but she was dealing with it. She still occasionally tries to bribe me with things she knew I loved, hoping I would accept more projects. Most of the time though, I couldn't cater to her requests. She understood, but she is a damn persistent person who couldn't believe I had traded my job for something less glamorous. Rose was the one who was still the active one in the business. She might even be the next Giselle Bundchen.

I turned my head, and saw Edward looking at me.

"What was that all about?" he asked, silently.

"Jane just wanted to know if the rumors were true that we were married," I informed him. He seemed to like what he heard because he gave me another ear-splitting grin.

"That's good," he said, smiling. "Now the whole world will know you're mine."

"Even without the ring, I'm yours, baby. I have always been yours," I told him, glancing down to look at my wedding band set in diamonds. It was ostentatious, but it didn't matter. Edward gave it to me, and I would treasure it.

"This just makes it official," he rested his forehead on mine. "I love thinking you're now a Cullen."

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

"I think I like it too," I admitted.

"You should be," he replied smugly. "I don't just give my name away to anybody." He winked and my heart melted. He raised my hand and gave it a kiss, whispering, "I love you."

"I know."


-END-

I still can't believe we are at the end of this story. I'm happy but sad at the same time. This is my first fanfiction, and it is close to my heart for some very personal reasons...so yeah, I'm proud I could finish this.

Thank you to everyone who had stayed with me all throughout this journey. It has been an exciting ride with you guys by my side.

To those who continuously reviewed chapter after chapter, to those who just lurked, to the readers who recommended this...a big big THANK YOU!

To Elvirina and Mamakeiki, who had also helped me with this story, thank you. To Skyebella98, who had poured her time and energy over my chapters. Thank you for staying with me until the end, bb. I appreciate it more than you will ever know. ILY! *hugs and kisses*

To you my readers, I am honored you had given this little story of mine the time of your day...or night. =) Your time was all I could ever ask for, and you didn't disappoint. I humbly thank you for the last time.

*throws kisses to everyone reading* then bows to make exit.

*peeks back again* I have a new story coming in a few weeks, it's a romance just like this. You might want to alert me. If not...it's cool. Slither is up, you might also want to check that story out. Link on my profile.

*waves goodbye again*