AN: Well, it's been beyond amazing taking this little ride with all of you! This is the last regular chapter. Don't worry the Epi's already over 3k and nowhere near finished! Will be posted next week!
Tearing through my hair like a madman, I began to pace the room out of shear panic and desperation. "Christ, Isabella, I'm trying! I am trying to make fucking amends! I know I have no right to ask, but please... please, I need you to forgive me. I need you to tell me that I can somehow fix," gesticulating wildly between the two of us, "this!"
Shocking the hell out of me, Isabella ripped the only thing that was standing between me and knowing my babies. "Man the fuck up, Edward, that's how you start," she hissed through silent tears. "Stop letting your grandfather rule your life from the goddamn grave! You. Are. Not. Him!"
Walking right up to me, Isabella extended a trembling hand. Cupping my cheek, she let out a quiet sigh. Automatically, I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch. "Edward," Isabella's voice sounded quieter, more controlled this time. "I want you to be a father to our children, that's all I want. That's all I ever wanted. Can you do for me? For them?"
"Yesss..." I agreed on a long sob.
My body was wound up so tight that my muscles physically ached. But in that moment, I couldn't find it in myself to even care. Isabella was giving me a second chance and I'll be damned if I was going to fuck it up this time. Grateful to what she was willingly giving me, I would agree to just about anything in the world.
Beside myself with relief, I crushed Isabella to my chest, breathing in her sweet, comforting scent. And for one brief second, I was home. I was right where I was meant to be. The world was no longer off kilter, and was, once again, spinning on his axis just as it should be. "Thank you, Isabella," I breathed into her hair. "I promise, I won't screw this up. Thank you for giving me a second chance. I promise, we're going to be so good together."
"What?" Isabella's voice was muffled by my chest.
Wedging her hands between her chest and mine, Isabella gave me a small shove. Shaking her head back and forth, she said, "No, Edward. I think you misunderstood. I'm giving you a chance to be a part of your children's lives. To be a father, that's all." Backing away, her face was a mask void of emotion. "You and I will co-parent the twins, anything beyond that," stroking her abdomen soothingly, "I can't give you. There is no more us; you and I are through. I trusted you with my heart one time, but... I don't think I could ever do that again."
And in that moment, the world as I knew it was over...
Or maybe not...
Isabella's declaration left the door open just enough to get my toe in, but if I had my way, I was going to be walking in that fucker before my kids were born. Isabella Marie Swan, prepare to be wooed. I was going to win back my girl's trust even if it was the last thing I did on this earth.
I had a long way to go and approximately five and a half months to get there...