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A special thanks to our pre-readers Jasper's Woman, L, Jiff Simpson, Luee Fishes.
"Sweet Life" Paul Davis
"Only You" Yaz
"Feels Like Home" Chantal Kreviazuk
"Flightless, American Bird" Iron & Wine
"A Thousand Years" Christina Perri
This takes place 5 years after Chapter 35... Enjoy...Thanks so much for reading.
Fighting back tears, I clasped tightly onto Emily's hand as I walked her into her school. My little girl was all grown up and starting kindergarten today. It seemed like yesterday that I held my perfect, beautiful bundle of joy in my arms for the first time.
As we arrived outside of her classroom, Emily let go of my hand and looked at me with her crooked little smile filling her face that mirrored my own, with the exception of her exquisite jade green eyes.
"Bye, Mommy. I love you. I'll see you later," Emily told me with a wave as she entered her room with such energy that her crooked, bronze, double ponytails bounced around her head. Since Edward wasn't able to come with us to drop Emily off for her first day of school, she had insisted that her daddy fix her hair for the day. Of course Edward didn't tell her no, despite the fact that he has a lot to learn about fixing her hair. None of us can tell Emily no to anything. She has her entire family wrapped around her precious little fingers.
"Bye, Em," I said and quickly turned away to lean on the wall beside her classroom. I couldn't fight the tears anymore and rushed to wipe them from my face. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Emily's teacher looking at me with a sympathetic smile.
"It's okay to cry," she assured me. "You're not the first mother to cry after dropping her child off, and you won't be the last."
"I can't seem to stop crying at all," I told her with a laugh as the tears kept rolling down my face. "It seems like the slightest thing sets me off lately."
"It's understandable," her teacher said as she looked at my swollen stomach. "When are you due?"
I rubbed my protruding belly with both hands and grinned. "Halloween of all days," I laughed. "My husband is afraid that the doctor will show up dressed as some horrible monster, and that the kids will be scarred for life."
"How does Emily feel about the new additions that are on their way?" Her teacher asked.
"She's thrilled, especially about her sister since she spends so much of her time with her two male cousins. She said she guessed her baby brother would be all right since he and her sister are a packaged deal." We both laughed, and another parent showed up with their child.
As Emily's teacher began to help them, I peeked in the room quickly before I left. Emily was talking animatedly to some of her classmates. She still had a huge smile on her face, and I decided it was now or never for me to head home to begin working for the day.
Two years ago, Edward and I sold the condo when a house across the street from Esme went on the market. It had two living areas, four bedrooms, 3 baths and a two-car garage. It had a beautiful wooden swing set with a fort too. At first, Edward and I thought the house was too big, but Esme told us that it was better for it to be too big instead of too small. I rubbed my stomach at that thought. Thankfully all three of our children would have their own rooms.
I sat down and turned on the computer in my office at the back of the house. After graduation, I began to do freelance graphic design. With the help of my professors and other contacts in the industry, I was able to make a very nice living from the comfort of my own home. Not only could I work at my own pace, but Emily was able to stay at home with me two days a week. I wanted her with me all the time, but my mom, Esme, helped me understand that socialization was very important at a young age. Three days during the week Emily went to daycare, and two days a week she stayed with me. It was absolutely perfect.
The University of Oklahoma hired Edward as a physical therapist for the National Championship Sooners football team. When my schedule allowed, Emily and I would travel to the away games with Edward. It was a way for Emily to see the country, and for our family to just be together.
I felt a kick in my stomach and looked at the ultrasound picture of the twins on my desk. One image was labeled boy and the other girl. We decided this time around not to keep secrets about the sex of the babies. When we announced their names, Emmett Jacob Cullen and Rosalynn Allison Esme Cullen, at the last family dinner, Emmett and Jacob yelled and high-fived, while Esme, Rose and Alice all broke down in tears.
It took a while, but Alice and I finally repaired our friendship. We weren't as close as we used to be, but we were different people now. Rose and I became incredibly close over the years, almost inseparable. Emmett and Edward said that we had to be twins that were separated at birth.
Rosalie and Emmett were going to China in a few months. They were in the process of finalizing their adoption of twin girls. Rosalie quit her nursing job and began to get their home ready for their new arrivals. The twins were almost a year old. They had decided on the names Marie and Ally. We were all more than ready to meet the newest additions to our growing family.
I glanced at my brother's wedding picture, not Emmett's and Rose's, but Jacob's. Yes, Jacob was my brother; well, technically step-brother-in-law. I remembered vividly the moment we found out that Esme and Billy had been keeping us in the dark about the nature of their relationship. We hadn't been living in our house long, and Emily was crying for her favorite doll that she had left at Nana Esme's house.
Edward, Emily and I walked to her house and opened the door. What we saw stopped us in our tracks. Esme was sitting on Billy's lap in his wheelchair, and they were kissing passionately. None of us had any idea that Esme and Billy were romantically involved. Before we knew it, they announced that they were getting married. Esme was happier than I'd ever seen her. She was so much better without Carlisle in her life.
Carlisle. It was a name that wasn't spoken much at all. He had gotten fired from the hospital and later lost his license after repeatedly sexually harassing patients and nurses. His self-destructive behavior continued, and he became an alcoholic. He died three years ago in a drunk-driving accident.
Alice and Jasper only got married a year ago. Jasper worked at OU in the history department. Alice changed her major after her dad died. She began studying to be a counselor for people who suffered from chemical dependency. We were very proud of her for choosing a career that would help so many people in their darkest hours of need.
Three years ago, Renée also got the shock of her life when Phil left her for another, much younger woman. He didn't just leave either. Phil took every cent that my mother had won in the lottery. She went back to Washington state with her tail between her legs and begged Charlie for a place to stay. Surprisingly enough, they got back together.
After Carlisle died, Edward and I thought it was important for us to try to salvage some sort of relationship with my parents. We took Emily to see them once. To say that the atmosphere was tense would have been the understatement of the century. We have awkward weekly phone calls. I send Christmas and birthday cards to them with pictures of Emily, Edward and I. They send Emily birthday and Christmas gifts. That was the extent of our relationship. Edward and I both considered Esme and Billy to be our mom and dad and Emily's grandparents. Charlie and Renée were more like acquaintances than anything else.
When Jacob began job-hunting, we never imagined that he would find a job in Oklahoma. Luckily, an opening came up for the morning show at the ABC affiliate in Oklahoma City. One morning he was the only person on the show, because the anchor was out with the flu. He sat down to conduct an interview with Oklahoma's newest celebrity, Stephanie Rodriguez. Her first book, Separated by Fools, had been on the New York Times best-seller list for six straight months. Their attraction was immediate. I could remember watching the TV as he interviewed her. The sparks were flying at such a high rate of speed that I was sure the set would catch fire any moment.
Three months later, Stephanie was back on the show for what she thought was just an interview about her book being made into a movie. I cried like a baby as I watched Jacob kneel down in front of her in front of a live audience to ask her to marry him. His proposal even made the national news. They were married a week ago in Esme and Billy's backyard and were currently honeymooning in Tahiti.
The twins kicked me again as I looked at a picture of Edward and I in Paris. We had never had a chance for a honeymoon. We went from being newlyweds to parents within a year. We had put off our honeymoon to raise Emily and finish school. It seemed like only days ago but was more than a few months ago that Esme and Billy surprised Edward and I with a trip to Paris. Edward and I had discussed adding to our brood, and we decided for me to leave the birth control at home. A month after we got back, I couldn't stand the taste of coffee again, and I knew the cause immediately.
When we went to the doctor to hear the heartbeat for the first time, Edward and I were shocked, yet thrilled, when the doctor told us that there were two heartbeats, not one.
Emily. E.J. Rosalynn. Our three babies. The five of us were destined to be a family. All of us belonged together. We completely belonged to each other, as it was meant to be.
I just sat back to begin work on my next project when I heard the front door open. I looked at the clock. It was already lunch-time. My pregnancy brain was rambling and stealing my time away from me.
Everyday, Edward and I would meet for lunch. Sometimes we would eat out. Other days he would bring lunch home. We could never get enough of each other.
"Hey, babe," I said to Edward as he walked into my office.
"Hi, love," he told me as he bent down to kiss my lips. "You ready for lunch?" He reached down and helped me out of my chair. I had barely made it to my feet when my stomach growled. "Sounds like you're very hungry."
"Your spawn want some nourishment," I said with a quick kiss to his cheek. He reached down to pat my belly.
"Daddy loves you, E.J. and Rosalynn. I brought you and your mommy your favorite," he told them.
On the table was a large pineapple pizza from Mazzio's. My tummy rumbled again as I noticed what sat beside it. There was a container of French dressing and my double chocolate cookie dough ice cream.
"Edward, that looks absolutely incredible," I told him as I quickly shoved a piece of pizza in my mouth.
"Well, we haven't had it for a few days, so I figured the three of you were due for your fix," he smiled that beautiful lop-sided grin that he'd given to Emily. I loved him more each and every day. That smile of his would always make my heart race. I reached out and touched his hand. "I love you," I told him.
"As I love you, Bella," Edward said.
A/N: This is it. We have hit the complete button. Everyone got their HEA, even Esme and Billy.
We've been asked if we were going to do a sequel. At this time, we do not have a sequel planned. Keep us on author alerts, because you never know what we will do lol.
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