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"Class Act"

Epilogue: Five Years Later

"Did you really have pet rocks when you were little, Mommy?"

I smiled, putting the towel I was folding down. "I did."

"I like my pet rocks." Mackenzie made them dance around the kitchen table. Her bronze curls were a knotted mess. She likes it when Daddy brushes her hair, but Edward had to head out early this morning. His class was going to the zoo. "Aunt Ali says you used to throw rocks at the bad boys."

I chuckled. "Only one very bad boy." Alice is currently eight months pregnant with her and Jasper's first child. She babysits for Edward and me a lot. We started early, as I was pregnant when I started my sophomore year at U-Dub.

We made it work.

We lived off of Edward's trust fund when he quit.

He resigned before the administration could find out about us and became a stay-at-home dad.

And after Mackenzie was born, Edward Jr. followed after. Our youngest is two. He repeats everything we say, and he gets into everything. It's a full-time job chasing him around.

Alas, I was three months pregnant with him when I graduated with my own teaching degree.

It's funny how things work out.

We live on Smith Street. Alice lives down the block. She put medical school on hold, but does research at the hospital. Jasper does something with computers—I honestly have no idea what he does, but he earns a great living. Rosalie and Emmett live two houses over. She became a nurse, with all her compassion, and Emmett took over for Coach Clapp at the high school after he had a massive heart attack.

We all just are . . .

Domesticated bliss at its finest.

We had our ups and downs. Well, Edward and I did. I think we broke up and got back together six times before we finally got married last year. It was a small ceremony at the court house. Only our parents and friends, along with our children were there. We just never had enough time, and we didn't think we should fix something that wasn't broken.

We always fought hard, but fought for each other harder, and making up . . . That was the best part.

We've calmed down.

He teaches the third grade.

All those little kids drive him nuts.

And I'm pregnant again.

And right now he's peeking in the kitchen window.

He thinks I don't notice, but sneaking up and watching each other . . . we still get off on that.

We have our quirks.

We have our issues.

But we've always been ourselves.

"Mommy . . .?" Mac laughed. "Daddy's making faces in the window."

I didn't even have to turn my back. "I know, baby." When I turned, he wasn't there anymore, so I went back to folding the laundry.

"Don't move," Edward suddenly whispered in my ear.

My eyes went to Mac, who had her hand covering her mouth—trying to hide her laugh.

She loves watching us interact.

"Edward." I smiled.

He laughed. "How are my girls today?" He was fast to take Mackenzie into his arms.

"Shhh. . . . EJ is finally down." If he woke his son, he'd have to chase him.

Edward winced, because neither one of us want to wake up a cranky baby. "What happened here?" Edward started to comb through her hair with his fingers.

"She wouldn't let me do it." I raised a brow at my daddy's girl.

Mackenzie shrugged, playing with her rocks.

"Go up to the bathroom and grab a hair brush." He kissed her cheek.

"Okay!" She was enthusiastic as she ran from the table.

Edward had a naughty glint in his eyes. "I missed you today."

I grinned. "I missed you, too."

He pulled me onto his lap. Edward never learned or cared about that—he would always just grab me whenever he wanted to. "My mom said she'll take the kids tomorrow night." He kissed up my neck.

"I'm pregnant." I blurted.

He was quiet for a minute.

"Edward?"

"Really?" He didn't sound happy.

"Um, yeah." I nodded, turning to face him. He was as pale as a ghost. "We'll make it work. We always do."

When my father found out I was pregnant and had been sneaking around with Edward since high school, he stopped paying my tuition. Unfortunately, Edward stepped up to do it, even when I protested and disagreed. In my heart, all I needed was him.

It's weird how priorities change, but he wanted me to have it all.

With living expenses and him not working—we kind of went through his small fortune. We bought a house, new cars, and paid bills. There's still some left, but now we're living off his income. He's the only one working at the moment.

"Right." He cleared his throat.

"We'll be okay." I kissed his forehead.

He grinned. "We always are."

"We always find our way." I gave him an Eskimo kiss.

"We do." He hugged me tightly. "God knows I can't live without you."

And ever since he started teaching at Forks High School six, close to seven years ago, he truly hasn't spent a moment away from my side.

"You're mine." He had always spoken deeply and was sometimes a little scary, too.

But I still loved it. "Yours," I promised, staring intently into his eyes.

Then our son started crying, pulling us out of our reverie. Maybe if we had more interference, we wouldn't be in the situation we're in now.

It's funny how life works out, but I wouldn't change any of it.

The End