A/N: Here we are with the final chapter to 'Loving E'.

I can't thank all of you enough for sticking with me on this new journey of mine. I'm not much of a writer, but I try to use my imagination to the fullest.

I've had help from quite a few people with this and I can't thank them enough. Gemryan first of all. She's not with the fandom anymore but she was very helpful and gave me plenty of tips on how and where to put stuff. I'll always be very thankful to her for this. Princess07890. . .thank you for working with me when you could. You were a huge help to me. Thank you so, so much...AND to southernpur-rica, you were my rock. Your brain gave me plenty of ideas and I can't wait to see what other stuff you throw at me for my upcoming story.

AND to my BFF...luvedward4ever, you gave my story a shot at reading it. That's all that matters. I know where you live and would hunt you down if you didn't. I love you, regardless.

I really hope that everyone likes this last chapter. My brain is scrambled eggs right now. I wanted it to be perfect, but I guess I'll just have to wait and see what everyone thinks, with reviews.

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Update: 4/11/2012

Loving E

Epilogue 2


11 year later. . .

"Mom, will you please tell Dad that it's okay to do five miles over the speed limit?"

My wife looked at Tristan like he had two heads, "Are you seriously debating about this? Maybe you should call Pop and see what he says about it."

I looked over at all three of my sixteen year-old boys, who were currently learning how to drive. They wanted to get their drivers permit the moment they turned fifteen, but I procrastinated and made them wait until they turned sixteen.

Bella refused to teach them how to drive and it was bad enough that she had to deal with girls calling the house at all hours of the night and knocking on our door constantly for one of them. They had their own cell phones, but for some reason, the house phone was constantly ringing for one of them. The girls at their school were completely smitten with them. I knew exactly what they're going through because Emmett and I, both, went through it.

"I think Pop will agree with me. He is a retired cop after all," Tristan implied. "I'm sure he always did more than the speed limit."

"Tristan, please humor your father and do as he says. All three of you. Stop thinking you know more about driving than either of us do. We've been driving a whole lot longer than any of you."

"Fine," he conceded, "Only until I get my license," he said in a low voice. He probably didn't think I heard him, but I heard him loud and clear.

Sammy and Hayden didn't have a problem with following the road signs, it was only Tristan. He's not a bad kid, but he has his moments of back talking and staying out past his curfew. Little does he know, when it comes time for them to get cars, they won't be getting brand new ones. They'll get decent cars, but used, to say the least. My parents did the same with Emmett and me. They started us out with used cars and we'll be doing the same for all six of our kids.

Yes, you heard me right. Six kids.

After Connor turned six months old, Bella and I found out she was pregnant, again. This time, with identical twin girls. They look exactly like their mother and at ten years old, they're more of a hand full then all four of their brothers.

Elizabeth Grace and Cecilia Breanne were born two weeks premature via c-section. There were no complications nor any bed rest for Bella, that time around. They were completely perfect.

Lizzie was born three minutes before her sister, weighing at 6 lbs. 2 oz., and Cici weighed 6 lbs. 6 oz. They both have me wrapped tightly around their little fingers.

After three pregnancies and six kids, Bella and I were complete with our baby making. I had a vasectomy because I felt it was only fair to Bella considering she carried the babies, so I got snipped.

I know it sounds bad, but Bella and I are counting down the days that we can go on a long extended, way overdue, second honeymoon. Our first honeymoon didn't happen until the boys were three years old and it only lasted a week in St. Thomas. If we can help it, our second honeymoon will be a month long. We haven't decided quite yet where we're going. I'm guessing we'll end up on a private island in Brazil.

Everyone else in our family has had fairly simple lives. Emmett and Rose only adding one more daughter to their family. Kathrine Rose is eight years old now and is the complete opposite of her sister, Callie. Rose finally got her girlie girl. Katie loves to dress up and play with dolls and wear make-up unlike her sister whom loves to play any sport that she can get her hands on. She's even taken up wrestling. Emmett loves it, although he has a feeling he won't be getting a son in-law when it comes to Callie; more like a daughter in-law. Him and Rose both had said that if or when that time comes and she does tell them that she prefers women, they'd still love her, no matter what.

Alice and Jasper only have their two kids. With the hectic life that they lead, they felt they didn't need to bring another baby into the world. They fought constantly for about year after the twins turned seven. It had a lot to do with the stress they were dealing with after Jaspers accident.

He had been in a motor cycle accident and his left leg had to be amputated just above the knee. When the accident occurred, the motor cycle landed directly on his leg, crushing it completely. They tried to save it, but there was so much damage done to the muscle tissue and nerves that they couldn't get the blood flow back. Sebie calls him the 'Terminator' because of his artificial leg.

To this day, Jasper still zones out some, but his marriage to Alice is solid. They started marriage counseling and it helped tremendously.

"Daddy, are you listening to me?" Lizzie asked; waving her hand in front of my face.

"I'm sorry, squirt, what?"

Lizzie crossed her arms over her chest and huffed at me, "Can me and Cici spend the night with Auntie Alice? Their going to the mall tomorrow to do school shopping and we wanna go."

"Did you ask your mom?"

"She said ask you," she whined.

"I don't care, but you need to ask your mom just to make sure," I suggested. I knew what I was doing. Bella and I always played this game with them. When they would come and ask for something we would always tell them 'Go ask your mom' or 'Go ask your dad'; complete game of cat and mouse with them, but we love it.

"But daddy, she already said she didn't care and I had to ask you to make sure," she reasoned. I knew they would eventually catch on and then our little game would be no more.

Connor came walking into the room, "Please dad, just let them go. I'm tired of listening to their crappy Barbie music about 'You sound like me, I sound like you'," he sang in his highest girl voice.

"Connor, they don't complain about your music," I said, glancing up, seeing Bella watching me interact with three of our six children. She was smiling. She loved sitting back and letting me take the brunt of all of their arguing.

Cici snickered, "Yeah, Con man, we don't complain."

"Stop calling me that. I'm not a con man," Connor said through gritted teeth.

"All right, all right. Let's not argue. Yes, Lizzie, you and Cici and go to Auntie Alice's. Is she coming to pick you up or do we have to take you?"

Both Cici and Lizzie jumped up to hug me, "She's coming. Thank you, daddy. Love you." They both hightailed it up to their rooms to get ready to leave.

Bella looked over at me with a huge smile on her face, "You know, they play you for a fool sometimes and their only ten."

"Don't remind me. I'm sure it'll get worse as they get older," I said; walking over and joining my wife on the couch where she was looking through some photo albums, "What're you doing?"

"Just looking for some space for some more pictures. I think I need to get more photo albums. These are all full," she said, flipping through more pages.

I had never seen so many pictures in my life. We had an entire bookshelf that was full of nothing but photo albums. I could blame Alice for a lot of them because every time we had a family event, she always had the camera out.

I glanced up when I heard feet bounding down the stairs, "I'm going out," Tristan said as he made his way toward the kitchen door.

"Hey, don't ya think it would be common courtesy to ask permission first?"

He rolled his eyes at me, "Fine, can I please go hang out with Jordan and Dillan? They've already ordered pizza and their waiting on me."

"Tristan, what's your curfew?" Bella asked him as she got up from the couch and made her way into the kitchen.

"Ten, mom. You remind me every time I leave the house," he said exasperatedly and rolled his eyes toward his mother, again.

I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, sidling next to Bella, "Tristan, can you please stop with the eye rolling. That's being inconsiderate and rude. Be home by ten. We're not playing games anymore with you about breaking curfew."

"I know, I know, I know. Geesh," he said condescendingly.

"Tristan," I warned; looking at him sternly.

"Fine," he said, leaning down and placing a kiss on Bella's cheek, "I'll be home at ten."

At sixteen, all three boys towered over Bella and they were damn near close to being taller than me. Connor on the other hand was lingering, still. He'll be twelve soon and was just as tall as Bella, at her five foot, four inch height. I'm sure he'll be towering over her by his thirteenth birthday.

After Tristan walked out, Sammy and Hayden came galloping down the stairs, "What's for dinner?" Hayden asked; leaning down and giving Bella a kiss on the cheek.

It made me smile seeing how all four of the boys made sure they kissed their mothers cheek. It was endearing and she loved every minute of it.

"Well, since the girls are going to Alice and Jaspers and Tristan's going to Dillan's, how 'bout we head out for dinner. I'm not really in the mood to cook, plus, I haven't gone grocery shopping yet," Bella suggested; walking over and rummaging through her purse that was sitting on the kitchen counter.

After Alice pulled into the driveway and honked for the girls, we left. We ate at the local 'All you can eat' pizza and pasta palace, a few miles from home.

I was only working three days a week now. Every spare minute I had, I spent it with the kids and Bella. It was their summer vacation from school for the next two weeks. It still felt odd to have three high school aged kids , one in middle school and two ready for middle school in the next year.

Time has definitely flown by.

~~~~~~LOVING E~~~~~~


Our meals out, were always adventurous, to say the least. The boys were always cracking old jokes toward their dad and picking on their younger brother. They'd still stick up for Connor if the moment ever arose. So far, we haven't had to deal with any kind of fights at school. No suspensions or cops knocking on our door at early hours of the morning. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that my dad is a retired police chief. He made sure he told them all the gory details about situations he had to dealt with and all the dead bodies that he had seen in his lifetime.

We've only ever had to deal with smart mouth comments and the fights between all six of them. We were lucky, if anything.

For the last seventeen, going on eighteen years, that I've been married to Edward, not a moment goes by that I still look at him as the most handsome man that I've ever seen.

No, I'm not being biased, either. He still gets gawked at, from other women and sometimes men, when we go out. Edward says that the same goes for me and that I'm a hot MILF. I just roll my eyes and wave him off.

"Hey," Edward said, walking into our room from the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his hair with another. He had just gotten out of the shower. Him and boys had gotten into a water balloon fight when we got back from dinner. I was involved, too, but I bowed out early, faking an injury. What they don't know, won't hurt them, right?

I glanced up at him as he made his way over to our bed, "Hey yourself."

"How's the ankle?"

I'm sure my face turned bright red from his question. He'd know I was faking it the second he looked at me. I had never perfected the acting skill that I needed around him, "You faked it, didn't you?"

I slouched down in the bed and pulled the covers up over my face, so that he couldn't see me smiling, "Bella..."

"Fine." I dropped the covers from over my face, "Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a wet piece of cloth in your butt crack?"

"Can't say that I do." He scooted closer to me on the bed; still completely naked, "Wet piece of cloth?"

"My underwear, E. It was a g-string and it definitely doesn't feel good wet and in between my butt cheeks."

Edward maneuvered his way under the covers and sidled up next to me, "Well, what do you do when it gets wet from lets say, this. . ." he teased as he started trailing his hand up my thigh; making his way between my legs.

"You just didn't wanna play anymore, admit it," he demanded; being very forthcoming by pulling my panties down over my hips and working them down my legs.

I nodded my head at him, "Uh huh. . ." I couldn't produce a coherent word at the moment.

"Naughty, mommy. Saying you hurt yourself. I should punish you," he said seductively.

The one thing about me and Edward, our sex life has never, I mean never faltered anywhere.

About four years into our marriage, I finally let him try my back door. Yeah, I mean my butthole. . . ya know, anal sex, but it never really got started

When he first started sticking it in, I was like a damn frightened cat. I jumped so far off the bed that it was like having a fire lit under my ass instead of having a dick stuck in it. Needless to say, he hasn't asked me to try it again, since.

Over all, we do try new stuff now and then. Role play some when the kids are out of the house and we've even ventured into a sex shop here and there to check out the stuff that they have. We're never bored, that's for sure.

"Punish me, please," I whispered when Edward finally got my panties off and eased his way between my legs and perched himself on his knees, above me.

"Pull your shirt off," he instructed and I listened, "You're still just as beautiful and sexy as ever."

I couldn't agree with him, though. I did have stretch marks on my stomach, regardless of how much cocoa butter I used. I even started using Mederma to see if that would lighten them up some.

My hips were more prominent and rounded. Edward said that he loved them. They gave him more to hold on to when he pounded into me from behind. As long as he was happy, then I was happy, too.

"E, please," I begged as he used one of his fingers to tease my opening. He was more into teasing me lately; wanting me to beg him to fuck me.

He eased his finger along my opening and up to my clit, "What's the matter, baby? This is your punishment for faking an injury to get out of having fun with me and the kids."

I whimpered when he pushed down on my clit and it sent a jolt across my hips and up my spine, "Please," I whimpered.

My chest was heaving from the rapid breaths that I was taking to try and control myself.

Edward started stroking himself; showing me what I really wanted, "Is this what you want, baby?"

I groaned, "God, yes. Please just fuck me. I was bad, please."

"What kind of punishment would this be if I just give you what you want?"

He was about three seconds away from getting shoved onto his back. I'd impale myself on him so fast, he wouldn't know what happened.

I tried to control my breathing and fake that I wasn't interested anymore. He was driving me insane and he knew it.

When he pushed two fingers inside of me, my acting career was null and void. There was no way I could pretend to not be interested when he worked his magic on me, "Someones ready for this. . ." He glanced down where he was still stroking himself. I witnessed him swiping his thumb across the head of his cock; my breath hitching when he slowly moved his hand back down his shaft.

I drew my legs up; completely open and ready for him to take me. When I got the idea to touch myself, Edward quickly grasped my hand and moved it away, "Uh uh. . ."

He wasn't stroking himself anymore. He hovered over me; leaning on his hands next to my head. He looked down at me, then down to where he was running the head of his cock over my clit, "You ready for me, baby?"

I reached up; wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me, "You're killing me. I need you, now."

Reaching up, he pulled my hands from around his neck. He moved back from me slightly and wrapped his arms under my knees and pulled me to him, "You want it soft and slow, or hard and fast?"

"I'll take what you give me. Just please, E. . .I'm ready," I begged. I had to touch him, so I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was rock solid and hot to the touch. The head of his cock was almost a bright red from the blood flow. I started to sit up but he shook his head at me.

I stroked him a few times then started guiding him toward me aching pussy.

He must have given up on his torture because the next thing I knew, he inched forward and slammed into me. I nearly screamed from the rushing feeling that poured through me. I already had a lingering orgasm and was about to explode.

He was relentless with his pounding. He was so focused on what he was doing. His tongue snaked out and licked his lips like a hungry man.

I raised my hands above my head and grabbed one of the pillows. I knew I would have to mask my loud moaning and screaming so the boys wouldn't hear us. They probably had their music blaring, but I didn't want to take any chances.

"Don't. . ." Edward grunted out, "I wanna see your face when I make you cum."

And I did. I came so hard, I saw stars, "Turn over," he demanded, "Move up and grab a hold of the headboard."

He pulled out of me and let me move up the bed. As soon as I grasped the headboard, he had his hands on my hips; thrusting back into me. This was one of my most favorite positions. I could feel so much of him and I loved it when he smacked my ass every few thrust.

"Fuck yes," he grunted. His movements got faster and his hand collided with my ass a few times before he spilled his hot cum inside of me.

"Ggrrr. . ." he growled, "I could never get tired of fucking you that way."

His statement caused my stomach to explode with butterflies. I still reacted to him the same way I did since the first night I met him, all those years ago.

I plopped down on the bed, on my stomach. I was out of breath, "I'll never get tired of it either."

"I love you," he said; sidling up next to me. I had to get up, though. I knew I'd be having a sticky situation all over the bed if I didn't clean up. I honestly didn't wanna get a clean blanket. I had already changed the bedding earlier in the day and right now, I just wanted to get cleaned up and snuggle with my husband.

Fifteen minutes later, I was climbing back into bed with Edward. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, "I love you, too," I replied to his earlier sentiment.

We laid silently, not speaking. I knew he wasn't asleep yet and that's what I always listened for. Usually when his breathing evened out, I would adjust myself and watch him sleep for a little while.

For the last eighteen years, life has dealt me a perfect hand. I could never ask for a 'do over'. I never would and I thank God daily for what I have in my life. We'd never have a want for anything. We had it all. Love, happiness and stability. We had our kids and the best family that anyone could ask for. We made things work in our own way. Everything was what we were comfortable with.

Our kids were being taught to never take things for granted. Take what God gives you and go with it. Earn what you want and the things you need will be provided.

I've always felt and known that I've needed Edward in my life and I hoped that someday, all of our kids would find the love that me and their father have found. Some say that it's a 'Once in a lifetime', type of love. My parents found it in each other; Esme and Carlisle; Emmett and Rose; Alice and Jasper. The list goes on and on. We've all found each other; our other halves of our souls. I can see it in their eyes when they look at each other and I feel it every time Edward looks at me.

To me. . .it's all about my kids and Loving E.

~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~

A/N: That's the end of this one. There won't be a sequel. I wouldn't know where to take them. They've found their solace.

If there are any unanswered questions that I didn't cover, please send me a message and I'll be glad to get back to you. I honestly hope that I didn't miss anything.

I've said all of my thank you's up top, but I wanna say thank again, to everyone who has given me a chance. I'm still fairly new at this whole writing thing and I'm damn lucky to have at least some readers.

I do have some rec's for this chapter. . .

Fatty by kitkat681

Love, Death, Birth by bnjwl-she just started this story but I'm liking it so far.

RePeat by reyes139-just started but she's my girl and I gotta pimp her out anytime I can.

Avalanche by Rose Masen Cullen

Work Benefits by b. krumova

When Love and Hate Collide by Gelix-she just started reposting this. I've read it before and I absolutely loved it the first time and I'm sure it'll be even better this time around.

Weather the Storm by SexiLexiCullen-I don't know if there isn't anyone who hasn't been reading this but DAMN! this story has got it all.

About Last Night by EternallyCullen

So, there you have it. Some of what's on my Alert list. I really hope that you enjoy them as much as I am.

Thank you all again, from the bottom of my heart. I love all of you.