Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Epilogue

We moved to New York and started our new life five years ago. That summer before college began was spent with all kinds of preparation as we had to find a place to live and to organize our move to the other side of the country. Mom and I found a perfect apartment that was very close to campus. It was big enough for four people, but for the first semester only the three of us lived there. The apartment was on the fifth floor. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room, kitchen and bathroom. The rooms were quite big, they easily housed two people. My only problem with my room was that I didn't have a walk-in closet and I had to keep my clothes in armoires and chest of drawers. I had made a mental note that when I would be looking for my own apartment a walk-in closet would be on my must have list.

Jasper didn't feel very comfortable with what he termed as "Edward and my" apartment and I wasn't at all surprised at his refusal to move in with us. At first even Bella seemed adamant about moving into our place, but Edward dazzled her into acceptance. I tried the same with my Jazzy, but his infamous stubbornness made an appearance so I had to back off in order to preserve the peace. I couldn't say I was pleased with the arrangement that I was living with Bella and Edward while Jasper lived quite far from us in a dorm room. But fortunately for me his room mate at the dorm was a total asshole, and he and Jasper didn't get on at all. My Jazzy stood it for six months before deciding that it wasn't worth it and finally moved in with me. Of course I was smug and said a couple of 'told you so's, but putting that aside I had been very happy about his move.

I enjoyed every minute of living with Jazz. He was there every time I woke up and every time I went to sleep. Our living together was really the best arrangement as during the weekdays we didn't see each other too much. We had classes in separate parts of the city and Jasper had a new work place. He didn't have to work again as a waiter because that teacher of his who had been so interested in him after his exhibition offered him a job in a gallery. He worked as an attendant and he absolutely loved his new job. Among its perks was that the gallery was closed on weekends which meant that I had Jasper all to myself for two whole days of a week. We had often made plans for the weekend, just the two of us.

I had loved my new school very much as finally I was learning stuff that I was really interested in. We had learnt every aspect of fashion and design from fabrics and patterns to history and trends. I made a couple of new friends as well, and I remember quite clearly when they had first met Jasper. Jazz had thought it would be nice if he visited me on my campus for a lovely lunch together. I really loved his surprise, but I was very displeased with my new classmates. They were ogling my man like they had never seen a man before. I mean I could understand as I knew how gorgeous Jazz was, but he was mine. Jazz was his usual polite and charming self that didn't help their staring and wondering one bit. Of course when Jasper had left they were gushing about how hot he was and how lucky I was to have him, and whether he had a brother. That day I learnt that Seth, who was my project partner, was gay. We became quite good friends actually, even though he had developed a major crush on Jazzy. And when he had met Edward, too, I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack.

When all of us had finished school real life started for us. Bella and Edward moved together in an apartment, and started working. Bella got a job at a publishing house as an editor. It was like her dream came true: she was paid for reading. Edward turned out to be a very talented composer and after graduation he got an offer from one of theatres on Broadway to be their musical director. Needless to say he happily accepted it. Jasper and I lived in our old place for a little longer, but recently we had found our dream apartment. It was a huge studio apartment in the heart of the city. It had a vast living area and huge windows. Right next to the entrance there was a staircase that led up to the "second floor" where we furnished our bedroom. I was pleased to note that there was an en suite bathroom there and after some inquiry I learnt that I could have a walk-in closet built in. I was over the moon! Below our bedroom we furnished a well-equipped kitchen that admittedly Jasper had spent more time in. But the best part was the living area. We had a lot of shelves to hold my collection of DVDs and Jasper's collection of books. We had two very comfortable armchairs and a sofa as well as the usual stuff of coffee table and a flat screened TV. On my insistence our walls were decorated with my Jazzy's paintings and creations, his only request was that we should hang his favorite painting of his mother's to a prominent place. In front of the huge windows stood Jasper's easels, all three of them, and my designing table. So it was easy for both of us to work from home.

I had my own small business that I founded together with a couple of my friends and classmates. And of course Mom and Dad helped me with a little extra to launch my own business. We made unique or personalized clothes at the place so it was a store and a workshop in one. Soon we became quite popular and the business was taking off.

During his college years Jasper became a minor celebrity as a result of the success of his exhibitions. At first his works appeared together with his other classmates, but his talent was so exceptional that soon he was offered to have his own exhibitions. There were even a couple of newspaper articles about him and his work. After graduation he became a free lance artist who worked for different galleries at different times. He either worked at the given gallery or at home and when he chose to work from home I did the same just to be with him. He was never short of work as besides the galleries there were a lot of wealthy people who wanted Jasper to draw paintings for them. As a result he was earning quite the amount of money and he was very pleased with that. As soon as he could he repaid my dad the money for their trip, but later Dad had confessed that he put the money in a bank account that they had opened as a wedding found for me if we decided to get married.

Our relationship changed much during the years, but fortunately in the good way. I'm not saying that every day was about rainbows and puppies, we had our share of arguments and disagreements, but we could always compromise and make up. I really liked the place where our relationship had developed as I could depict the slightest change in Jazz's mood or read the minor expressions on his face. Our sex life was still great. I still couldn't believe how wonderful a lover my Jazzy is. We tried all kinds of things, but the most memorable time for me was my 21st birthday because as a present Jazz made my long time fantasy about him being a sexy pirate come true. It's safe to say that he didn't disappoint, that night was one of the most wonderful and pleasurable nights of my life. My gift for his 21st birthday was different as we went on a Civil War tour in Virginia to see all the sights and memorials. I clearly remember his face during our week long celebration: his face was lit up and his beautiful eyes sparkled like I had never seen before. And of course our nights were passionate and wild…

Physically Jasper was healthy without any sign of a relapse and he had a yearly appointment with Dad for check-ups. And we had already known what signs we were looking for in case of a relapse. However, his mental health was an entirely different story. He had thought that he had dealt with all of his issues before he left for New York, but during college it turned out that he had been wrong. He suffered from periodical depression for which he needed to see a psychologist. He had asked for Dr. Simmons help in finding a new doctor in New York and she had referred him to one of her friends who turned out to be quite helpful for my Jazzy. He didn't have a regular appointment with his new doctor; he only went when he had felt that he needed it. It mostly happened after his trips to Texas. Every year he went back to Texas for a couple of days to visit his mother's grave. And last year he asked me to accompany him because as he had said he wanted to introduce me to his mother. It was a very emotional experience.

That morning I woke up smiling thinking about the previous night, how loving and passionate my Jazzy had been. And how talented his tongue was… Hmmm… thinking of that I reached toward him to get another sample of his deliciousness, but my hand only encountered the cold sheets. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see him anywhere. It rarely happened that he woke up before me. I got up and put on some panties and a T-shirt that I stole from Jazz and went to look for my boy. After I slightly bended over the banister to check the living room and the kitchen without any success I looked over to the en suite bathroom and the door was locked. After a couple of minutes I heard the water running and I had to smile at the idea of sharing a shower with him.

Without knocking I slowly opened the door of the bathroom and I saw my Jazzy standing in front of the sink in a pair of boxer briefs that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare and his chin and jaw was covered with shaving foam.

"Hey!" I said as I walked up to him.

"Hello, darling!" He smiled at me while I walked up to him and climbed on the sink so I could face him.

"I thought that was my job." I said playfully while I took away the razor from him. Once he had allowed me to shave him, and I enjoyed it so much that I made him promise to let me do it often.

He smirked at me. "It's all yours." He said and stepped between my legs.

"I know." I said firmly and a bit possessively.

He rested his hands on my bare tights while I ran the razor carefully all over his gorgeous face.

"How come you are awake so early?" I asked him curiously. I knew I shouldn't have felt that way, but every time he couldn't sleep or woke up early I was so worried that the hell would start over. I knew I was driving him crazy with that, but I couldn't help it.

He sighed at my worrying. "I thought you wanted to set out early." He said.

I had to grin at this. Today was Bella and Edward's engagement party which I had organized and I had a couple of last minute arrangement to check in which I needed Jasper's help. My dear brother didn't waste any time in proposing to Bella. He had decided to propose during college, but I was able to persuade him to wait until we graduated. It had been difficult to choose a ring, and I naturally helped him, but he was surprisingly picky about it stating that none of the rings he had seen would fit his Bella. That gave me an idea. I was still wearing every day the ring that my Jazzy designed for me so I suggested to Edward that he should ask for his help. So Edward had told Jazz what he wanted Bella's ring to be like, and together they designed it. Then we went to a chic place where they made custom-made rings. That was how the perfect ring had born and Bella had cried at the beauty of it. She had said yes, of course.

"I did, but I wouldn't have minded a little delay in the bedroom." I said while wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"Is that so?" He asked with a devilish smile and he started to rub my tights with his thumbs.

"You should be careful with that." I nodded slightly toward his hands. "I have a razor in my hand so I shouldn't loose focus."

"I trust you." He said simply. "Besides, I know you wouldn't ruin my pretty face." He joked lightly. He knew how much I loved his face, well, among other things.

When I finished shaving him and applying that deliciously smelling aftershave of his, I kissed him passionately and yanked him in the shower with me.

Bella had wanted a small engagement party and I abided with her wishes otherwise Edward would have killed me. So the party was just for a small circle of family and friends. Everybody from our and Bella's family came to New York for this occasion. Unfortunately, Jasper's grandfather couldn't make it due to his health, but my Jazzy made plans to visit him soon. Emmett and Rose started their life in Los Angeles after graduation so we met relatively few times, but we spoke over the phone almost daily. They had already been here in New York to visit us, and we had been in their place, too. After graduation Emmett started to work as sport management marketer and his job was to negotiate contract between college or professional sports team and sponsors. He absolutely loved his job and he earned good money with it. Despite her arguments with her father, Rose chose the path to become a car designer and she became quite successful in it.

I was in for a long day. The party was held at Bella and Edward's favorite restaurant, the same place where Edward had proposed. It's a lovely Italian place with live music, a dance floor and a romantic atmosphere. After Jazz and I got ready we headed over the restaurant on his new bike. Recently he had purchased a bike that he said he had coveted for a long while. I didn't complain as during our years together I got used to riding on a bike and I came to really enjoy it, plus in New York it was a very advantageous means of transport. In the restaurant I had to check on the menu, the table arrangements and the placements of the gifts. Bella is going to freak out! As I was giving orders to the waiters and the planning and decorating stuff I noticed that Jasper was smirking at me.

"What are you smirking at?" I asked as I walked up to him.

"You." He simply said while his smirk grew.

"Specifically?" I was getting very curious.

"I was thinking how your ordering people scared the shit out of them." He leaned closer to me and whispered the last part. "And how your ordering was sexy as fuck. Hmmm… I like when you order me around…" He trailed off biting my earlobe.

"Jazz!" I tried to sound stern as we were in a public place, but as usual his closeness affected me in a different way and it came out more like moaning.

"Yes, darling." He drawled in that unbelievably sexy accent of his. If he keeps this up, I couldn't be held responsible for my actions.

I lightly pushed at his chest. "You don't play fair" I pouted.

"Never said I did." He said, and then kissed me making me forget where we were. The loud noise of someone clearing their throat burst my happy bubble, and I didn't know which were more annoying being interrupted or being seduced in a public place. So with a last warning look to Jasper I went back to organizing the party.

When I was satisfied with everything at the restaurant we headed over to Bella and Edward's place. I needed to help her get ready which could take hours if I knew anything about her protests and vetoes. In a weak moment I agreed that Bella could veto anything that she deemed too much, unnecessary or simply she didn't like. Plus I needed to get rid of Edward and that's when Jasper was coming in. I left him with clear instruction on their clothes and on their arrival.

"Yes, ma'am." He answered teasingly. Oh, so he wanted to continue his earlier game! We will see how he liked to be teased this evening. As I was planning my revenge I had a suspicion that it wouldn't work out quite as I would want. But the important part was that I would be with my Jazzy.

Yesterday I brought our dresses over here because I knew that we would get ready together. I designed both of our dresses, I made a couple of sketches about how I imagined Bella's wedding dress, but I wouldn't force it on her. Maybe she would like something entirely different. Her dress for the party was a midnight blue satin cocktail dress with a bust that flared out into a light full skirt, and it also showed intricate floral embroidery to the side and hem for a feminine finish. A contrast satin trim to the bust and straps added only a little cleavage. Bella really liked the dress so we would only argue about the shoes. I ordered Bella into the bathroom to take a shower while I laid out our dresses on her bed. My dress was different from Bella's as it was emerald green – just to make Jasper drool – and it reached a little above my knees with a ruffled hem line. The dress was form fitting and strapless with a little flower ornament on my bosom.

"Okay, I'm ready to be beautified." Bella announced resolutely as she walked out of her bathroom.

"Oh, you know you like it." I teased her lightly. She was dressed in a fluffy dressing gown so I handed over a pair of underwear and a strapless bra. Surprisingly she put them on without comment.

"What? No horrified expression or complaints?" I asked grinning. "You are learning." I said and patted her head lightly. She struck her tongue at me in retaliation.

"Okay, sit down." I gestured to her vanity where I prepared my makeup kit and the hair curler to make soft curls into her long hair. While I was making her hair we talked about the party.

"I still can't believe I'm engaged." She said with a soft sigh.

"I'm not surprised knowing my brother so well." I winked at her through the mirror.

She giggled lightly. "Yeah, I guess he is pretty serious about this kind of stuff." She said thoughtfully, and then asked me. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked in puzzlement.

"What about you and Jazz? Are you as serious about marriage as Edward?" She asked curiously.

"It's different with us." I said softly.

Bella misunderstood my tone. "I didn't mean to pry. I had just thought that you are twins and everything…" I interrupted her ramblings.

"It's okay, you weren't prying. It's just that Jasper and I have never really talked about marriage. I mean we want to be together forever and we are planning our life together, but Jasper has some issues with marriage." I explained.

Bella simply nodded. While the four of us lived together both Edward and Bella learnt a lot of Jasper's past and his issues with his father.

"I know." She said. "But look at us. I had issues with marriage, too and now I'm engaged." She finished with a giggle and I joined in.

"To tell you the truth I'm quite happy like the way we are. Marriage would only be a piece of paper that confirms what I had already known that we belong together." I told her truthfully. I had no idea whether Jasper and I would ever get married, but that wasn't important to me. I simply wanted to be with him forever.

After finishing her hair and put on her face a light layer of makeup. I used just a touch of blue eye shadow, mascara and a little bit of lipstick. I kept it as natural as possible because I wanted to make Bella comfortable. After she had put on the dress as expected we had a huge argument about her shoes.

"Alice! I don't need those high heels. These ballet flats would be great, too." She held out her favorite pair of blue ballet flats.

"But those don't suit your dress. These are much better." I held out my version which was a pair of black T-bar sandals that happened to have slightly higher heels. "Come on, Bella! Be a good girl and put them on!" I ordered.

"No, Alice. I would fall on my ass in them." She protested vehemently.

"You will be particularly attached to Edward during the whole night, and you know he would never let you fall." I threw in my most powerful point.

She thought through what I had just said and reached for the shoes. "As always you won again."

Yep!" I cried happily. "Now I go and get ready, too."

After my shower I put on my makeup that was similar to Bella's the only difference was that I used emerald eye shadow and a touch of blusher. The favorite part of my outfit was my shoe that was a surprise gift from my ever thoughtful boyfriend. The sandal is made from satin with clear crystals in a leaf design and it has open toe, a buckled ankle wrap, and leather lining with black lace superimpose. I recalled as he presented it to me a week ago.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV, but mainly I was just waiting for Jazz to arrive home from the gallery. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remembered was a light caress on my temple, cheek and jaws soon followed by the softest pair of lips.

"Jazz." I moaned.

"Yes, it's me, and not your secret lover." He teased.

I opened my eyes to take in his gorgeous face. I reached out to cup his face. "I know. My secret boyfriend and I only meet on Thursdays." I said playfully.

"Touché!" He grinned back, and then changed the subject. "I have a surprise for you." He announced happily.

I arched an eyebrow at him, but in reality I was very curious. "What is it?"

He reached behind himself and presented a box to me. At his encouraging nod I tore away the wrapper enthusiastically. As I stared into the box my breath caught in my throat, inside was the most beautiful pair of shoes I had ever seen.

"So do you like it?" He asked when I hadn't said anything for a long time.

"It's absolutely gorgeous!" I cried and threw my hands around his neck. "I love it. Thank you." To express my gratitude I kissed him with everything I had making him moan in the process. When we pulled apart I had to ask.

"So what's the occasion?" I ran my hand through his hair and he leaned into my touch.

"Nothing. On my way home I noticed the shoes in a shop window, and I thought it belonged to you." He simply explained. I smiled at his sweetness. That was the first night I had ever worn that shoe…

I was smiling at the memory when Bella interrupted my thoughts.

"What are you smiling at?" She asked curiously. I held out my shoes so she could see them. "Wow! They are pretty."

"I know. It was a present from Jazzy." I said smugly.

"It really suits you. I would die in them for sure." She commented again. And then she looked at me with indescribable expression on her face.

"Is everything alright?" I asked her calmly.

"Um… yes. It's just… I would like to ask a favor from you." She finished softly.

"Of course. Anything." I said encouragingly.

She took a deep breath. "I would like you to design my wedding dress."

"Really?" I immediately perked up. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I really love your designs and I knew that only you are capable of designing the perfect wedding dress for me." She answered with a smile. "And I have another thing that I would like to ask. Will you be my maid of honor?"

I was truly touched by her request. "Yes, I would feel honored." I answered and hugged her tightly.

At that moment the doorbell had rung signaling the boys' return. Bella grinned and started to walk out of the bedroom, but I grabbed her hand.

"I'll answer it. I want to keep up the suspense for Edward as long as possible." I told her with a huge smile. She rolled her eyes, but nodded to go ahead.

As soon as I opened the door Edward was scanning the living room for any signs of Bella.

"Where is she?" He asked eagerly. "You didn't do anything to her, right?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, yeah, I tortured your fiancée." I retorted, but I almost burst out laughing at the dreamy expression on his face. We heard Bella's laugh and Edward took off toward the bedroom.

"If you mess up her hair or dress I will kill you!" I shouted to his retreating form.

With Edward out of the picture I could take in the beautiful sight of my boy. Sweet Jesus! He was shit hot sexy! As instructed he was dressed in a pair of grey dress pants with a black button down long sleeved shirt. The first couple of his buttons were undone and his sleeves were slightly turned up, but not high enough to expose his scars.

"You are fucking beautiful, darling!" His voice cut through my ogling.

I smiled at him coyly. "You aren't bad yourself." I burst out laughing as he made a twirl for my benefit. He grinned at me before crushing his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I would happily stay there and kiss him all day long, but we had a party to attend. So I reluctantly pulled away from him.

"We have to go." I told him softly. He sighed dramatically and nodded.

"Edward! Bella! Come on!" I shouted to them.

When they came out of the room I inspected Bella's appearance and noted that only her lipstick was out of place so I fixed it quickly, and we set out for the restaurant.

At the party I had no more things to do just to relax and enjoy myself. I had a good time chatting with Emmett and Rose, and Mom and Dad, but the best part was that Jasper was holding my hand all night. When I went to get a drink I stopped to look at Bella and Edward. They were dancing on the dance floor and both of them were beaming with happiness. I watched as they moved in perfect synch as a perfectly matched couple and I couldn't help, but think of me and Jazz. I know I'm probably biased, but I think that our relationship is deeper because we had to fight for it, nothing came easy for us, but we dealt with everything together. My thoughts were interrupted when strong arms encircled my waist.

"What are you thinking?" It came in that sexy Southern drawl.

I intertwined our fingers before answering. "I was simply thinking of us, of how long we came to this moment."

I felt him nod against my shoulder and he placed a kiss there. "Dance with me!" He whispered.

"Always."

As Jasper held me close during the dance I sighed contently. I didn't know what the future was holding for us, but about one thing I was absolutely sure of: my Jazzy. I knew that everything would be alright if I was in the strong arms of my soul mate.