Epilogue 3:

Almost a month after we learned that we were having a little girl, we learned that Rose and Emmett were having little boys. Two little boys. Fraternal twins. It was one of the few times I'd ever seen Edward cry. Seeing Emmett and Edward hug each other and cry was the most touching thing I'd ever seen. I knew they cried for the loss of their best friend and brother, but I knew they were tears of joy, too.

We closed on the first floor flat a few months before the baby was due. Esme and I spent a lot of time getting it all cleaned up and furnished, and when our flat was finished, she insisted we over haul the one upstairs to her liking.

It was past dinner time when I made it downstairs one night after helping Esme upstairs. The stairs were really starting to get to me and I was exhausted.

I found Edward in the kitchen as he worked on dinner. "You beat me home," I said as I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"I did, have you been upstairs helping mom again?"

I nodded, "Just a little bit."

"You're warm and flushed. You're too pregnant to be doing that stuff. You need to stop."

I didn't argue with him. I was warm and my back hurt. "I'm going to take a cold bath."

He kissed my head and told me dinner would be ready in half an hour. Esme joined us. I loved her. I loved that Edward allowed me to share his mother. It had been so long since I'd felt the love of a mother and Esme was that, and so much more.

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Rose and I took entirely too much pleasure in decorating the babies' rooms. We did mine first for obvious reasons, but I really wasn't sure who would deliver first. I knew I was about five weeks ahead of Rose, but she was huge and I knew multiples were usually premature. Emmett, Carlisle and Edward had a pool going for the delivery dates. I was filled with so much happiness for Edward and I and Rose and Emmett that some days it just felt like it was bursting out of me.

Edward would come home from work every day and kiss me and then my belly. At night, before bed, he would alternate singing to her and reading to her. Those were my favorite moments of every day.

Rose was put on bed rest as I entered my 37th week, and not just bed rest at home, she was in the hospital so she and the babies could be monitored. I missed having her around and talking to her all the time. I found myself spending a lot of time in the baby's room. I constantly had to make sure everything was perfect and in it's place. I couldn't wait to see her, touch her, smell her, and love her even more than I already did.

I was on the phone with Rose when my water broke. She kept me calm and she was the one who called Edward.

The day I gave birth to our daughter, was the happiest day of my life. Although the pain and pressure were there, it was just background noise to everything else going on around me. I'd never felt more a part of a family than I did that day.

Edward was constantly by my side, whispering words of encouragement, as were his mother and father. Emmett was there and even Rosalie joined us for a while because the doctors let her come down to see me as long as she stayed put in her wheelchair.

The only people in the room when she was delivered were Edward and Esme. It was one of those moments that you know will change your life forever. She was perfect. She had a head full of short little dark brown waves, big beautiful eyes, ten fingers and ten toes, and her daddy's lips. Edward cried again.

We brought our daughter home two days later and having her home was wonderful. Although she had her own room, it was too far away from ours, so she slept in a little bassinet next to our bed that Esme brought us. She said Edward slept in it for his first few months.

I felt Edward come up behind me and kiss my shoulder sometime in the night. "You can't watch her sleep all night. You need to rest."

I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. "I can't stop. She's too perfect."

He smiled. "She is perfect. I'm so glad she looks like you. She'll own me, Bella. I'll never be able to say no to her."

I giggled and we both watched her in wonder. Every stretch, every yawn, every sigh, made our hearts race. Katalina Rose Cullen, was our little angel.

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I was depressed the following week when I couldn't go to the hospital to be with Rose when she gave birth. Esme said she'd watch Katalina, but everything happened so quickly that I didn't have enough breast milk pumped for her and I had never been away from her yet. I knew Esme was more than capable of taking care of her every need, but I wasn't ready to leave her yet.

Edward came home from the hospital and I could tell something was wrong.

"What is it?" I asked, worried. "You said everything was fine. Did you lie to me?" I asked as I rocked Katalina in my arms as she cried.

Edward came to me and kissed both of our foreheads. "Of course I didn't lie to you, Bella. Everything is fine. Rose is perfect and the boys are perfect."

"Then why do you look sad and like you've been crying?" I asked. "Did you bring me pictures?"

He nodded and we went to the couch. Katalina quieted and I put her in her crib. "Why aren't you talking to me?" I asked Edward.

"I'm emotional, Bella. Just look at the pictures, okay?" he said as he handed me his digital camera.

I sat next to him on the couch as I went through every picture on the camera. The boys were perfect and Rose looked beautiful, but I still didn't understand Edward's sadness and emotion until I got to the last picture.

It was a picture of each of their name cards with their little foot prints on them.

Edward Elijah McCarty

Mason Ryan McCarty

I gasped. Rose and Emmett had been so secretive about their names, and this was why. "Oh, Edward." I cried and hugged his neck. He hugged me back.

"To make it easier on everyone, they're calling them by their middle names, Elijah and Ryan. Nobody knew their names except Rose and Emmett and they announced them to everyone at the same time and Emmett gave this little speech about Mason and I and it made me cry like a fucking baby. I miss him, Bella. I miss him so much."

I cried for Edward and held him close to me. "I know you do, baby. I know." We were quiet for a moment. "But you know he's up there somewhere looking down on everything you and Emmett have accomplished and he's so proud, and he's still apart of all our lives and he was never forgotten, and he never will be."

Edward pulled back and looked at me. "I love you. I have the most perfect wife any man could ever ask for, and the most perfect daughter. Where is my Katalina? I've missed her today."

We both stood from the couch, hand in hand, and made our way to Katalina's room. She was awake in her crib as she looked up at us and I swear she smiled at Edward. We both looked at each other and then back to her, but the smile was gone and we wondered if we had imagined it, and then she made this sound that sort of sounded like a laugh and we both laughed. I've never loved anything more than her, and the man that helped create her. I struggled a lot and endured a lot of pain and heartache to get where I was today, but I wouldn't change any of it. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

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Author's Note: The End. :) This chapter is dedicated to Katalina Roseph. Many of you are likely already familiar with her story. If you're not, you can learn more at .info.

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