A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. What I do own are cinnamon bears...and Almond M&M's...and raspberry sherbet...and pineapple sherbet...and candy bars... Dang, I gotta get rid of these sweets! At least the sherbet's fat free. :D

Thanks to Pleumeleuc and eantl88 for prereading this thing at the last minute. They said it's not horrible...so I'm going with that. :D

blueeyedcherry, hope you like this last little bit. Thanks for the story prompt. :)

You ready for some Edward? You know you want it... :)

~*0*~ Epilogue ~ Part Two ~*0*~

EPOV

Every girlfriend I'd ever had was blonde. I don't know what it was about blonde hair, but I just couldn't resist it. If the girl had light eyes, all the better. But she had to appeal to me in more ways than just looks. I wanted a girl with brains, who could hold a conversation and keep me interested. While my own outward appearance may have looked a little edgy and rough, that wasn't who I really was; not what I wanted in a woman.

By the time I met Dr. Swan, I was a mess. My life was in shambles, all because of a stupid mistake I'd made. It seemed to snowball, leading me to do more and more idiotic things. Luckily for me, my destructive behavior was caught in the nick of time, and my parents forced me to get help. I was rather certain it was my mothers tears and pleas to the judge that influenced my sentence. That night after we'd been in court, my parents sat me down and laid out the rules for how things were going to be from then on. I'd dropped all of my classes at U Dub that semester, so until Fall came along, I had nothing to do. Well, nothing other than fulfill my court appointed community service hours and counseling sessions.

The first day I went to her office, I was angry and frustrated and upset. I was lost, to be precise. I ignored her and didn't really even look at her. Later that night as I sat at the dinner table listening to my parents have a conversation I refused to join in on, I felt a little bad. Dr. Swan seemed nice enough, and I got the idea that she really did want to help me. I also knew I was most likely beyond help. I mean, when you're responsible for someone's death, and people hate you because of what you did, you kind of decide you're not worth saving. I was to that point, so when Dr. Swan treated me like I wasn't, it was a little unnerving. And surprising.

The fact that my mother had to drop me off and pick me up was humiliating, and I knew it didn't help matters that I refused to talk to Dr. Swan and then flipped her off as I left. I only caught a glimpse of her as I did it, but the way her eyes widened at my actions, and then the shaky sigh I heard just before I closed the door kind of got to me. I actually felt bad about it. So when I met with her the second time, I decided to at least try. Then on the drive over, my father lectured me the whole way, making sure I knew how badly I was screwing up my life and that he couldn't stand to watch me throw away all the potential I had. He was clearly insane, but whatever. It was better living at home with him and my mom than being in jail.

As I sat on her couch, Dr. Swan started talking about some kind of game thing. She'd say something and then I'd say something. It didn't sound too bad, and since I had told myself I'd try, I laid my head back on the couch and looked at her. Her eyes were so dark and they seemed to sparkle. I'd never seen anything like it, and I'd certainly never been attracted to someone like her, but there was something different...something special. Even I could tell that much. When she told me she liked music I responded with the only thought that was in my head...fucking. I wanted her, like I'd never wanted any other woman before. And, just my luck, she was completely off limits to me.

The blush that covered her face and chest were totally worth it, even if I did feel a little bad for shocking her with my request. Of course she was professional and not interested in me, but I couldn't help thinking maybe she was a little flattered...the way her eyes raked over my body as she coughed and sputtered and told me over and over again why it was inappropriate and wrong for us to even talk like that, much less act on my words.

My next appointment I decided to be brave, to be bold. I wanted to see her blush again. I wanted to see her stumble over her words and be nervous and overwhelmed by me. I asked her if she'd thought about my request, and when she responded, asking if she could help another way, I asked about a blow job. I couldn't help it, I'd spent days imagining what it would look like to see her hair spilling across my thighs, to look down at her and see my cock slipping between her lips. Of course my words didn't have quite the same effect, and before I knew what was happening, she was crying. It kinda broke my heart a little bit, and as she sat there wiping away tears and telling me about how she wasn't good enough to help me, my walls crumbled. I talked. I told her what was wrong with me, what I'd done. I knew she'd hate me, but I needed to see her smile. I needed her tears to stop. I needed to fix what I'd messed up. I knew I couldn't bring Alec back, and I couldn't make Tanya forgive me, but if I could make Dr. Swan happy...make her feel like she was doing something right with me, then I'd do it.

Over the next few months I told her things. It wasn't all at once, I couldn't just spill my life story like that, but over the course of our appointments, it happened. My days were occupied with community service, helping my parents, hanging out with my brother, and seeing Dr. Swan.

Just as I thought we were starting to get along and she seemed genuinely happy to see me each session, I walked in one day and saw her bent over something...with her ass right in my view. Her skirt was riding up a little too high, and with the slit in the back, I could almost see the one place I wanted most to be. She froze when she heard the door, but I wasn't sure if she knew what I was seeing or not. I couldn't help but walk to her, pull her against me and imagine what it would be like to have her that way. It only lasted a moment, but I got something I'd been wanting for weeks...her name. Her first name. And it was perfect—she was perfect. My heart soared when she told me I wasn't the only one feeling the connection between us. And it took all of my strength and will power to let her go and continue with our session like nothing had happened. Like my world hadn't just shifted on it's axis. She was everything I wanted in a woman, and I knew then that I'd wait as long as it took.

My mother tried to set me up with other women. My friends tried to set me up. Even my dad came home with the name of a co-workers daughter. I wasn't interested in any of them, but I couldn't say why. I knew it would get Bella in trouble, and I never wanted to cause her any harm. Eventually, I told her what had happened—how I got to be the way I was. Just like I knew she would, she told me it wasn't my fault. She told me I wasn't to blame. She helped me work things out in my head and to accept that while my actions may have played a part in what happened, it was Alec's choice to drive the way he did. I couldn't have stopped him, and I didn't need to shoulder that blame on myself. I'd seen Tanya around that time, and even with all the years that had passed, she was still cold and stand-offish toward me. I knew she would always hold me accountable, but I couldn't change that. I had to stop letting that affect me. She was moving on with her life, and I was moving on with mine. I had to learn to be okay with that.

Bella's age never bothered me, and the fact that she had a daughter didn't bother me, either. I knew my parents would freak out if they ever knew how I felt about my doctor, so I made sure not to tell them. My mother actually asked me at one point if I was gay, but I told her no, I liked girls, but that I was trying to get myself settled before I could think of being with anyone else. She was a little more proud of me after that point. My brother Emmett just thought I needed to get laid. And he was right, but the women he introduced me to did nothing for me.

"I thought you were into blondes," he told me one afternoon as we sat watching a junior high soccer game that his wife was coaching.

"I was, but I don't know, I think I might be changing my mind."

"Whatever," he said, as she scoped out the hot moms there watching their kids play. Not that he'd ever stray from Rosalie. She was perfect for him, and he knew it. He was just on a mission to find me a woman, and clearly he wasn't going to let my hesitation get in the way.

I wondered if Bella's daughter would ever play soccer. While I'd never been into older women, if she was in the stands I'd be all over her.

Soon enough my sessions ended. My uncle got me a job in Seattle at a hospital, and I was enrolled in classes again for the fall. If I really pushed myself, I could finish my classes in two semesters, plus another couple of classes during the two month summer semester, and be ready for my student teaching the next fall. My foolish heart hoped that maybe after a year away, I could come back and woo Bella. I could make her fall in love with me. The feelings I felt for her were still there, and stronger than ever. And I knew she felt them, too.

At my last appointment I told her I was a good guy, that all I wanted was for her to see I wasn't the fuck-up that she'd seen for the past six months. Even though she said she knew, I couldn't leave it like that. I had to make sure she understood how I felt about her. I left her office and stood outside on the doorstep, breathing deeply and wrestling with my thoughts. I finally decided enough was enough, and I went back into the office, locking the door behind me. In four steps I was across the room and pulling her into my arms. I knew it was stupid, and that she probably wasn't on any birth control, but I had to have her. I needed to feel her—all the parts I'd spent six months dreaming about. Her lips, her breasts, her stomach, her back, her hips and thighs, her pussy, and most importantly her heart. She didn't disappoint, and in that moment I was assured of the fact that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I didn't have a condom with me. There was no reason, I hadn't had sex in nearly a year. That didn't stop us, and as she straddled my lap and sank down on me, I felt more love and perfection than I'd ever felt in my life.

We were perfect together, and the moment was perfect, even though it was fast and over far too soon. As she stilled in my arms, I kissed her neck and told her I thought I was in love with her. She curled into my chest and cried, and in that moment I vowed to come back as soon as I could. I promised myself that no matter what, I would win her over. I would be with her. She was it for me, and I knew it.

Walking out of that office as she sat on the couch and cried was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

My parents were surprised by my focus and dedication, and I pushed myself harder than I ever had. When the end of my spring semester came along, my sister in law was able to help me secure a student teaching job at one of the elementary schools in Port Angeles. I'd be back in the same town as Bella, and I knew I had to find her...to win her. I just prayed I wasn't too late.

I'd been back in town about two weeks and was busy working on my teaching plans when Emmett and Rosalie came over to my parents house for dinner one night.

"Rose is gonna be the head coach for the girls soccer team at the junior high," Emmett announced. We were all proud of her, and she was excited.

"Yeah, we've got a pretty good line up, from what I've seen. A couple of the girls looked really good at our practice the other day."

"That's wonderful, dear. Anyone we know?" my mother asked.

"I don't think so, I don't recognize them, but a few of them are really talented. There's one girl, Bree, who's got some real potential as a goalie. And another girl, Maggie, who has one of the strongest kicks I've seen in a long time."

The mention of a Maggie got my attention. "Maggie?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Maggie Black. She's really good, she'll be starting for sure."

I knew it had to be Bella's daughter, and I knew I'd be offering to help Rosalie in any way I could.

When the first game of the season finally arrived, I waited by my car, hoping to see Bella somewhere in the sea of soccer moms. Soon enough she was there, and I hurried to the bleachers, standing next to her and asking if I could sit down. She seemed just as happy to see me as I was to see her, and when I kissed her, I knew I'd done the right thing. She felt it too, and instantly my life was in balance again.

Dating was easy with Bella. We worked around her schedule and kept things quiet. I knew she was worried about people finding out. I wasn't sure if she could get into trouble or not, but I wasn't a patient anymore, and I was well over the legal age. I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. We were consenting adults, so I didn't see the problem. Bella, however, remained a little distant and hesitant. I knew she loved me, I was completely certain about that, but she was still worried. About a year into our relationship I was ready to move forward, and I wanted her to live with me, or more specifically me live with her and Maggie. I never wanted to uproot Maggie from her home, and after making sure that she would be okay with me and her mother being more serious, I asked Bella.

I didn't get the response I'd been hoping for.

To say I was shocked when she said no was an understatement. In the back of my mind I always knew there was a chance she'd say no, but I knew how I felt about her, and how she felt about me. I really believed she'd want to move forward. When she didn't, I was devastated. I said things I shouldn't have said, trying to make her understand how she was making me feel. It didn't seem to work. I couldn't even bear the thought of seeing her, much less spending time with her, and I pretty much disappeared for about a week. I went to work and went home. That was all. My mother knew something was up, but she wasn't sure what it was. She hadn't always been the biggest supporter of Bella and my relationship, though she'd finally come to accept the fact that we were together. I was grateful for that, even if she and my father weren't very vocal in their support.

One evening my mother asked me to stop by the grocery store for her on my way home from work. It was the least I could do and I thought it would be a good test of my ability to be out in public again. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize Bella was right next to me until I reached for a banana bunch at the same time that she did and our hands touched. It startled me and I mumbled something under my breath before walking away from her as quickly as I could. I knew if I stayed near her for very long I'd give in and beg her to take me back, on whatever terms she deemed acceptable. I called Emmett as I paced up and down the cereal aisle. He calmed me down and told me to either man up and talk to her, or keep my head down and get home as soon as I could. I chose the later of the two options, though I caught myself looking for Bella as I made my way toward the cashier and then waited to pay for my items. I was still on the phone with him as I rushed toward my car, only pausing a couple of times at the feeling that someone was watching me. I knew it couldn't be Bella, that she'd most likely left the store before I did, and I continued on my way.

The next few days were agony and my mind was haunted by the way she'd looked that evening in the produce section. She looked tired, her eyes not having their usual shine and sparkle. It made me sad to see her that way, and I wondered if she was handling our separation as badly as I was. When Rose asked me to assist coaching her soccer game that weekend, I was hesitant, but she needed me since Emmett was out of town, and I owed it to her. After all, she'd been the one who finally convinced my parents to be accepting of my relationship with Bella.

I hoped Bella would be at the game, since I knew Maggie would be starting like she always did. I only prayed that Bella's ex, Jake, wouldn't be there. He and I were on friendly terms, but if he knew Bella and I were on the outs, I knew he wouldn't be so happy to see me. Not that I was afraid of him, but he was a big guy, and I knew if it came to punches, I'd be on the losing end. After parking my car, I started toward the field only to be intercepted by Lauren, one of the soccer moms that flirted with me and every other single man at the games. Her daughter was second string, at best, but I didn't think Lauren was really there to watch her play.

"Edward! Hey hot stuff, how you doin'?" she said in a sugary sweet voice that made me want to vomit. She ran up next to me and linked her arm in mine before I could step away. She wasn't a horrible person, but I wasn't interested in her. Up to that point, I'd always had Bella to rely on. The other moms knew something was going on between us, though we never flaunted any physical affection in public.

"Hi, Lauren," I said quietly. I didn't want to encourage her, but I couldn't find it in me to care enough to tell her to get lost, either.

She started talking, but I didn't hear a word she said. It was just a blabbering in my ear, and I didn't care what she had to say. I could feel Bella nearby, though I couldn't see her just yet. I let Lauren stand next to me, rambling on as I watched the playing field and the girls running their warm up drills.

Just as I was about to excuse myself from Lauren's clutches, I felt her fingers glide up my arm and move to my hair. It didn't feel like it did when Bella did it. It almost made my skin crawl. From the corner of my eye I saw Bella rushing toward me and my heart began to race. What would she think? The look on her face was one of pure anger and fury, and in all actuality, it turned me on.

When she yelled at us, I wasn't sure if she was referring to me or Lauren, so as Lauren began a reply, I decided to keep my mouth shut until I knew what was going on. It didn't take long for her to make her intentions known, and I couldn't stop myself from answering her. It wasn't nice or sweet, but I was still a little hurt over the fact that she'd let two weeks go by without as much as a word to me. Plus, she'd practically dumped me when I asked about us living together, so my ego was still pretty bruised.

Lauren kept talking, but it didn't seem that Bella even heard her, as her eyes were fixed firmly on mine. The fact that she stepped away from me ever so slightly hurt me, but her words didn't seem to match her body language. I heard her saying that she still wanted me, but that I hadn't been fair. So what? I was tired of waiting and wanting something that I didn't think was wrong, and I told her that as I pulled away from Lauren a bit.

Bella said she wanted a life with me. As I let the words bounce around in my brain for a moment, mending all the broken thoughts and memories that had been consuming me for so many days, I decided I'd had enough. I begged. It might not have been my proudest moment, telling her that I'd take whatever she'd give me and for her to just say how long I needed to wait, but I didn't care. I wanted her back in my life and I'd do whatever I had to do to make that happen.

Lauren continued to talk and pout and whine and grumble, but that was of no concern to me. Once Bella gave me a time limit, I was in. Completely and totally. I could wait a year, that was nothing in the grand scheme of things. I reached out and took her hand, and instantly I felt the connection I'd been lacking for the past two weeks. Bella felt it, too, I could tell by the look in her eyes. She set her terms for our year of dating and I made my intentions clear before I moved even closer to her and pulled her body against mine. My life settled back into its right place as I kissed her and she seemed to relax into me. Where I belonged was with her, and I'd wait however long it took for that to happen.

I was just glad that Bella didn't know how long I would wait. Especially since I knew how hard it would be to last just one year, but I would do it. For her, I would do it. And I was certain at the end of that year we'd both be happy and ready for more, to move forward...for a life together.

-o-o-o-

A year always seems like such a long time when you're looking forward at it. But when you're looking back...it's not that much. My time with Bella seemed to fly by. Things settled back to what they'd been before our little break up, and we were both content and blissfully happy. It wasn't always perfect—life never is—but we figured our way through everything and always came out better. I proposed to her on a normal, regular Thursday night. It was nothing special or extravagant, but it was her and me and Maggie, and it was perfect. She cried, Maggie laughed, and I let out the biggest sigh of relief known to man. I knew she'd say yes, but somewhere in the back of my head I wondered if I was wrong.

Bella shocked me the next morning by pulling out a pregnancy test. It was positive. I knew she hadn't been feeling well, but we'd been pretty good about birth control. I almost always wore a condom. Almost. But it only took one time, and when I found out we were expecting, I might have cried a little bit. Bella said it made her feel more at peace with what was happening, and she loved how excited I was.

The wedding was supposed to be some huge, grand thing. A big party for Bella and me, so we could celebrate our love in front of everyone, but she didn't want that. I talked her into it, knowing she'd missed out on anything special when she'd married Jake so long ago. Maggie was excited, and between her, and Bella's mom and mine, they did pretty much all the planning. It was a beautiful day and I was excited to finally be making it official between us. Emmett stood beside me at the end of the aisle as Bella walked toward me. She was still the most incredible woman I'd ever seen, and the smile on her face told me she didn't think I was too bad, either.

The way she looked at me made me feel like I was ten feet tall and bulletproof, but I knew she missed seeing a few things. Like the piercing in my eyebrow. I figured it out one evening as Maggie and I were talking about my tattoos and why I always wore long-sleeved shirts to work.

"I have to cover my tats in front of the kids. It's just school policy, and that's fine. They're young and if they saw them, they'd ask a lot of questions," I told her as I helped Bella slice vegetables for the soup we were making.

"But you can wear short-sleeves when you're not working?" Maggie asked.

"Yep."

"What about piercings? Is that why you took out your eyebrow one?"

I smiled. "I didn't know if you even remembered that. You only saw it a couple of times."

"It was cool! Heck yes I remember it," she laughed. Bella groaned. Maggie was finally hitting her teenage years, and she was anxious to learn all there was to know about life.

"Well, I knew I couldn't wear it when I was teaching, so my last semester of college I started taking it out a bit every now and then. It sucked, and a few months after I started teaching full time, I decided it just wasn't really worth it, so I let it close up. It made me glad I never got the snake bites I wanted."

Bella's breath hitched. "Snake bites?"

I couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled up from my chest. "Yeah, I almost got them just before we met. I was in the shop waiting for my appointment when I overheard some people talking. One of them was a teacher and they were saying what a pain it was and that the kids asked about the holes in their lip all the time. I decided not to mess with it, and I got another tattoo, instead."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

That weekend when Maggie was with her dad, Bella and I went to the shop where a buddy of mine worked and I got my nipple pierced. I think Bella came the moment she saw that barbell against my skin. And I'd never regretted that decision. I also never felt guilty when I talked Bella into piercing one of her nipples. And something a little lower on her body.

I didn't regret our matching tattoos, either.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride," the reverend said as he pulled me out of my memories. I smiled as my hands lifted to cup Bella's face and pull her closer to me. Wiping away her tears, I whispered something cheesy to her just before I kissed her. She was mine and I was hers, and life was just what it was meant to be. I could feel it.

-o-o-o-

"Maggie left with Jake," I told Bella as I walked into the bridal suite at the church. She was packing up her things so we could go, and I wanted to help speed her up, if I could.

"Okay, did my parents leave, too?"

"Yeah, I think they're headed to the hotel for the night. They've got the gifts with them and they said they'd drop them at the house in the morning before they leave for home."

Bella smiled. "We did it. Can you believe it?"

"I've been waiting for this day, a long, long time. So yeah, I believe it." I put my arms around her waist and pulled her against me before placing light kisses on the top of her head. "You know what else I believe?"

"No, what?" her muffled voice asked as she tightened her hold around me.

"I think our hotel room is going to be given to someone else if we don't hurry," I laughed.

"You just want to get me naked," she said, smiling up at me.

"Fuck yes, I do."

Bella laughed and rose up on her tip toes in an effort to kiss me. "Then I'd better hurry, because I have something lacy and very see through to show you tonight."

And my night just got even better, I thought to myself.

It was late as we drove through the dark and quiet streets toward our honeymoon suite. We were staying the night before driving into Seattle the next day and boarding a flight to San Francisco. Neither of us had ever been there, and we wanted something interesting to do for a few days, that wouldn't take us too far away, for too long. Maggie was excited to stay with Jake and his wife and their two little boys, but Bella was still nervous about leaving her.

Checking into the hotel was quick and before we knew it, we were in our room, taking in the huge bed and patio hot tub. On a table in the corner sat a bottle of champagne and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries.

"I know where I want to start," Bella giggled as she hurried toward the table and grabbed a strawberry. The sight of my wife biting into a piece of fruit shouldn't have been as erotic as it was, but when juice slid down her chin, I couldn't help but rush to her side and lick it off. Her eyes met mine as she held the sweet fruit to my lips and I bit into it. My fingers cautiously found her waist, skimming slightly over the seems on her sides.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered and felt myself hardening as she took another bite of the strawberry. Her lips were more red than before, and so wet and moist that I gave in to the feelings flowing through me. I leaned down and kissed her. With a soft thud, I heard the strawberry drop to the table and felt her arms wrap around me and her hands slide up my back.

It wasn't long before we were making out like teenagers, grasping and grabbing at each other. With my lips firmly affixed to her neck, I slowly began to walk forward, backing her toward the bed. When her knees hit it, I paused for a moment, pulling back to look at my amazing bride.

"Do you wanna change first?" I asked, giving her the choice.

"What do you want?" she asked, smiling a teasing little smirk.

"I just want you. And I want you to save that see through thingie for later tonight, or tomorrow, or next week. Whatever. I just want you naked and underneath me."

A shiver shook through her body. "Me, too. I want that, too."

As our lips met again, I leaned her back and laid her out on the bed, then slid to lay next to her. My hand moved to the buttons on her shirt and carefully undid each one as I continued to kiss her tender lips. I peeled the fabric away from her body, then slowly began to kiss along her jaw, then down her neck and across her chest toward her breasts. Soon enough she was completely bare underneath me and my fingers were dancing along her hip bone. With her clothes on you couldn't even tell yet that she was pregnant. But when she was naked, there was just the slightest bump of baby on her lower belly. And it stopped my heart every time I saw it.

That was mine. Mine and hers. We'd created something wonderful, that would be perfect and both of us. The only thing that had ever meant more to me than that baby being born was marrying Bella. And if the fatherly, parental, proud love I already felt for Maggie was any indication, I was going to be a complete goner when the baby was born. As I scooted down her body, I let myself linger at her waist for a moment, my hand skimming over her goosebump-covered baby bump.

"Daddy loves you, baby," I whispered, feeling Bella's fingers move easily through my hair and knowing she was watching me. "And I'm just gonna apologize right now for any sudden, thrusting or pounding movements near where you are. And also for the naughty things your mommy's gonna be screaming very soon." Bella laughed and her chest shook, making her tits jiggle back and forth.

"I love you, Edward," she said, her voice firm and loud, but gentle and reverent at the same time.

"Can you feel it?" I asked her, looking up at her beautiful face, my eyes settling in on the brown ones that had forever changed my life.

"I feel it. I always feel it."

-o-o-o-

Six Months Later

Maggie Black is pleased and excited to announce
the birth of her new sister!

Please join her and her parents as they celebrate the arrival of
Emily Katherine Cullen

Born – May 1, 2013 at 2:44pm
Weight – 8lbs 2oz
Length – 19 ½ inches

She's got curly, medium brown hair like her mommy,
a button nose like her daddy,
and strong, powerful lungs like her sister.

She's perfect.

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A/N: I know I promised a lemon in this. Apparently, I lied. But I kinda LOVE where this ends up, and full blown lemony goodness just didn't feel right. I hope you're okay with that. :)

Thanks for sticking with me through this. It was a fun ride. :)

And again...no word limit for epi's. They're just the cherry on top of an already super yummy sundae. :D At least for me they are. :)

Thanks again!

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