Rating M: For language, situations and lemons (uh, DUH!).

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of Twilight and its characters. I got to give props where props are due. I am just having some fun with her peeps.

Much thanks to my beta love amandac3… words could never adequately express how much I depend and need you {cue Dionne Warwick's that's what friends are for} … to my pre-readers Kalinca62 and Bedazzled, love you ladies, thanks for all the insight and feedback!

So we wrapped things up last chapter. Let me just say that was one hell of a day the two of them had, from start to finish. This epilogue will pick up six months later.


Epilogue

Bella POV

"Right there, Edward!" I scream.

His growl and the slap on the wall, tells me what I want to hear, he's close. I jut my ass back and feel the fine hair above his cock. I start rubbing my ass against it encouraged by his panting and thrusting that has become sloppy and out of rhythm. He slams his hand against the wall again, hard enough that the picture over our bed rattles. Without warning he pulls out of me and I'm unable to stop the whine that escapes my mouth.

"What the hell, Edward!" I say as I look over my shoulder.

"Oh, I'm not done, baby" he says, sweat dripping from the mop of hair flopped in his face.

Oh God! I turn around and grab his hair quickly, entwining it in my fingers as my mouth latches onto his. I start tugging and pulling on it as my kiss becomes crazed and wild. Although I love Edward with his military short hair I asked him to grow it out a bit longer so I could decide which I liked better. He had arched his brow and laughed but he did it, well, I had to wait six weeks for it but he did it and oh was it worth the wait. At first it was really long and perfectly unmanageable. Pulling on it during sex heightened the experience tenfold for me, for us. He actually told me that he likes when I tug on it because I go crazy. I won't deny his assessment, because seriously, who wouldn't? But unfortunately the guys at the agency kept teasing him so he wanted to cut it again which I had a fit about. We eventually found a length we were both satisfied with and that's where it has remained.

"Lift your legs, Bella," he pants against my fervent kiss.

I do as he asks and then moan as he enters me again. I cross my legs tightly around his waist as he moves my ass to and fro. He's on his knees maneuvering me slowly, grunting every time he's completely sheathed within me. I pull on his hair some more as my head falls back in complete ecstasy. This maneuver elicits a guttural response from Edward who quickly shifts us so that my shoulders are resting on the headboard. He rises, standing on the bed and angles me precariously in the air. I quickly grip the headboard and look at him, first in shock and then in excitement. The devilish smile on his face tells me I'm in for one hell of a ride.

"Hold on tight, baby," his voice is laced with carnal promise.

I arch my back slightly and he grunts as he starts pounding into me. Slowly my body starts to droop so he backs up until I am prone, my hands the only part of my body touching the bed, or should I say headboard. I scream out, my head whipping back and forth as his thrusts increase. All I can think is to yell more, to yell for him to fuck me harder, which is exactly what I'm getting. His body is glistening with sweat, the muscles in his arms and legs flex with every movement and his hair is wild and all over the place. My God! He's magnificent. His breathing becomes ragged and I can see that he is having a hard time keeping his current pace and rhythm which means he is most definitely about to cum.

"FUCKKK!" I scream as he taps my spot roughly until my walls clench around his throbbing cock.

"Cum for me baby, that's right, grip my fucking cock," he grunts through his choppy breaths and a few thrusts later he is spilling inside me.

He drops to his knees on the bed and as he does I let go of the headboard, causing my body to flop on the bed. I let out some sort of satisfied humming noise as he pulls me up and starts kissing me. My arms immediately go around his neck and creep into the back of his hair, massaging his scalp as he moans softly into my mouth. He lays us down, still kissing me tenderly.

"I love you," he says sweetly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I love you, more," I reply with a smile.

He rolls his eyes and kisses me lightly, "what time do you want me there tonight?"

"Early, like maybe six o'clock. I want you to stand by me when we open the doors."

"You got it," he slaps my ass and then moves away from me, glancing at the clock, he slips out of bed. "I can't believe you made me late."

"Whatever, you could have said no," I say tossing his pillow at him.

He laughs and grabs his now limp cock, shaking it at me, "you know he can never deny you."

I giggle and spread my legs slightly, running my hand over my now wet pussy, "and she will always welcome him."

He growls and is on top of me again. His flaccid cock lying against my skin as he gives me that smoldering look that makes me want to cum all over again. I smirk before slipping him inside me again, knowing he can't do anything yet but also knowing it will drive him mad. His eyes flutter closed and he hums lightly as I lean up, kissing him. I tug on his bottom lip playfully.

"Wanna call in sick, I think she still wants to play," I flex my walls around him causing him to groan in response.

"Isabella, you are wicked."

I laugh and roll him on his back, straddling his hips. He locks his arms behind his head as I run my hands over my breasts and then down to my clit. His eyes widen and he rests on his elbows as I begin pinching and rolling my clit between two of my fingers. I plant my feet on the bed, careful not to have him slip out and then let my knees fall to the side, giving him a full view of the show.

"Holy Fuck," he mutters as I play with myself before him.

I rub my pussy against his skin, needing friction while I work my thumb over my already swollen nub. I start panting and moaning, my face twisting in pleasure as I increase the speed of my movements. His breathing becomes more labored as he watches me, the lustful look on his face setting me on fire.

"Work that clit, baby, oh fuck yeah, I wanna see you cum again," he pants as he slips one of his own fingers inside me.

I increase my pace, grunting and cursing, telling him how hot he makes me and then suddenly scream out as I reach my orgasm yet again. I moan in delight at the sensations he creates within me. I glance at this sexy as sin man lying below me and smile, a smile of satisfaction that he is indeed mine for all eternity. He licks his lips and moves his finger out of me, sucking it into his mouth and the next thing I know I am on my back and his mouth is on my pussy, sucking and licking until my body lies motionless on the bed, content in its post orgasmic state.

"Now that's the way I like to leave my baby," he says kissing my lips but I barely hear him as I heed my bodies call to sleep.

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I have been grinning non-stop since I awoke an hour ago. The memory of Edward still lingered on my lips and my body so much that I was tempted to relieve myself just to release the pressure. Just thinking about him right now makes my body flush in excitement and once again I'm tempted to whip out my old tried and true vibe. Something that Edward finds very exciting. Stop thinking about him, Bella! I scold myself as I continue to dry my hair. My phone starts buzzing which is odd as I'm not expecting any calls. I look at the caller ID and scream.

"Hey dad."

"Bells, I'm at the airport. I was able to catch an earlier flight."

"WHAT! Oh my God, ummm, give me a few minutes and I'll head over there."

I let the phone rest on my shoulder as I quickly throw my hair up into a messy bun and then start running around the apartment trying to gather my things in a hurry. I find one shoe but not the other, ahhh, there it is. How'd it get under the recliner? I think with a shrug. Shit! Where are my keys?

"Bells, I am going to catch a cab so stop running around."

"Wait, no, I told you I would get you."

"I know you did, Bells but I also know you well enough to know that you want to get to the restaurant as soon as possible. I can occupy myself until it's time to go," he says in his typical Charlie Swan casual manner.

"Dad, are you sure because I don't like this at all."

"Yes, I'm sure. There's my cab. I'll call you when I get to the hotel."

"Love you, dad."

"Love you too, Bells."

He hangs up and I sigh. I glance around the room, taking a seat on the sofa. I wish dad would have agreed to stay with us. We have plenty of room. Edward and I moved here about three months ago. After everything that happened with Caius and James and well, all of them, I stayed with Edward at his apartment. It was nice but definitely a bachelor pad and the kitchen was miniscule which simply wouldn't work for me. So we found a nice three bedroom condo with a monstrous kitchen and a nice size living room with a small office to the side.

Leaving New Orleans was oddly easier than I imagined it would be. Le Creole closed down after the owners were killed and the silent partners disappeared. From my understanding Mubarak slipped out of the warehouse along with Benjamin. It actually took the FBI three days to figure out that the man in the morgue that they thought was Mubarak wasn't. Edward said he assumed that Mubarak was back in Egypt but no one has spotted him so far. I'm not concerned. If anything, Mubarak thinks I'm protected by the pendant and I helped him so I know he won't hurt me. I'm still not sure why Laurent gave it to me in the first place but I guess in a way it did protect me from the bad guys.

Adams, well, his sorry ass is serving time in the Leavenworth federal penitentiary in Kansas. Apparently it was for his own safety as he was getting beat down on a regular basis in Marion. I think he thought throwing the Volturi's name around would protect him but it had the opposite effect. Without Aro and Caius the family wasn't much. In fact, everyone who had ever had a grudge with the Volturi seemed to be taking it out on Adams. Hey, I warned him that they couldn't protect him.

After everything was said and done Leah was the only one that Edward really felt bad about. He talked about her often. What she and Jacob went through. He always felt that he somehow let her down. She never came back, at least not yet. The last Edward heard she was living somewhere in Montana. Well, that was the implication of the postcard he had received four months ago. It had simply been a picture of a lone wolf, howling at the moon, with the words Montana, scrawled across the sunset. I wish she would return to Chicago though, everyone wants her here, Paul especially.

The rest of the team well, we see them quite often. In fact, they have weekly poker games in Carlisle's man cave once a week, just like Edward's father used to do. Mike, Paul and Emmett all joined Edward to form an elite investigative unit in the agency. They actually are called in to consult with many other ATF units across the country. They are a force to be reckoned with. My phone rings, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"Bella, I know you are crazy busy right now but I need to see you. Can I come over?"

"Alice," I scold. "You never have to ask to come over."

"Wonderful!" she squeals as I hear a gentle tapping at the door.

I laugh and hang up, opening the door for her. She immediately floats inside the apartment. She literally is radiant today. She and Jasper stayed in New Orleans for six weeks before moving to Chicago. Jasper had made the decision to join the ATF which Alice and I fully supported so he entered their training academy and is now working in the Chicago field office. He isn't on Edward's team just yet but it is definitely something he is striving for. Anderson loves him already, as do the other guys. In fact, they have already asked him to come to their weekly card games. His first one is in a few days. To say he's excited is an understatement. My sweet Alice has definitely found her niche in Chicago as well having become the personal fashion consultant for several well to do women, thanks to Esme and Rose's recommendation. Let me just say this right now, never and I mean NEVER interfere with the three of them when they are on a shopping spree. I went once with them and learned my lesson. I shake my head at the memory.

"Bella, guess what?" Alice asks, drawing me out of my thoughts.

I laugh and shrug, "I don't know, you know I never guess right."

She lets her hands settle over her stomach and it takes me only a moment to make the connection. The glow about her, the constant need to feed, oh my God, she's pregnant. My hands fly to my mouth to try and stop the scream from escaping but it's too late, it's already out and that combined with hers is deafening.

"Alice, you're going to be a mother?" I ask wrapping my arms around her.

She nods excitedly, "Jasper doesn't know yet. I wanted to be sure before I said something."

"He's going to be over the moon. This is fantastic!"

"Bella, I'm so happy. Let's go celebrate. How much time do we have before you need to be at the restaurant?"

I glance at the clock, "within four hours AND dad has already arrived."

She stares at me confused, "he wasn't supposed to get here for another couple of hours."

"I guess he got an earlier flight," I say with a shrug.

"Well, you go see him and I'll catch you later, at the restaurant. Everyone is so excited, Bella."

I smile, "I am, too."

She kisses me on the cheek, "We are going shopping next week to celebrate."

I grin and salute her which causes her to giggle. After she steps out, I glance at the kitchen and grin, nodding to myself. I quickly dash over there and start gathering ingredients together. Man, this day already has the makings of becoming one of the best days of my life.

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I knock on the door smiling.

"Who is it?" I hear a gruff reply.

I practically giggle on the spot, "room service," I reply coyly.

"I didn't order no damn room service," I hear and then booming laughter as the door swings open.

"Hi dad," I say wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Bells," is all he says as he hugs me tightly.

"I brought you something," I say kissing his cheek.

He looks down and sees a box and a thermos. Although it's hard to see underneath his mustache, I know that he's smiling.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes sir, it is," I grin and pick both items up, motioning for us to go inside.

Setting both items on the little table I grab a cup from near the coffee pot in his room and pour him a cup of coffee, black, straight, no cream, no sugar. The same way he has always drunk it. He takes the cup from me and sighs as he takes his first sip. I then open the container letting the smell waft into the air. One of the very first things I learned how to make was donuts. I know it's cliché but that's what my father likes, plain black coffee and raised sugar donuts. Every Sunday morning I would make him coffee and a couple dozen donuts. It was our thing.

"I sure have missed these," he says shoving a whole donut into his mouth.

"I'm on my way to the restaurant but I had to stop by and see you."

He moans around the donut, "They're still warm."

I laugh, "Yes, I just made them."

He takes a sip from his coffee and motions for me to sit. I sit across from him and he gets that inquisitive look on his face. His mustache twitches just slightly like he's about to pose some life or death question.

"Are you happy here, Bells?" he inquires.

"Dad, I'm beyond happy. When you finally meet Edward you will see just how special he is."

He nods, "I've missed you, Bells."

I wrap my arms around him again, "I've missed you, too."

I stay at my dad's for an hour, catching up on the doings in Forks which honestly took less than five minutes. We then discussed his budding relationship with the widow, Sue Tillis. He seems a bit smitten and it makes my heart leap at the possibility that he may have found love again. After a kiss on the cheek I leave him to his almost empty box of donuts and head on in.

"Chef Swan," my Sous Chef calls out to me.

"Yes, Chef Gilbert," I say, slipping on my coat.

"I believe everything is in order for tonight."

"Wonderful! Let's get all the prep done that we can. I want no surprises."

"Yes, Chef," he says with a nod.

We walk into the kitchen and I smile. Here we go again. It feels so good to be in the kitchen again. After moving here I realized that I needed to be an executive chef again. Running a kitchen comes natural for me. The problem was there were no open executive chef positions available. I was pretty down for a month or so. So much so that Edward started worrying that it was about me wanting to be back in New Orleans. He actually looked into transferring to that field office but I put the kibosh on that. His home is here and my home is with him. I explained to him why I was feeling like I was and he suggested that maybe I should start my own restaurant. I dismissed it at first but the more I thought about it the more I wanted it. So we went about finding investors and that's where Esme came in. Every time I remember that day I smile.

"Chef Swan, the meal was exquisite."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"So tell us what you would like from us."

I breathe in deeply and begin. "What I am looking for are investors to donate startup capital for a restaurant I would like to open in downtown Chicago. What I made for you today is an example of the type of cuisine that I would like to serve," I smile. "Fine Creole Cuisine in the heart of the Windy City will be our motto."

Several of the women smile and nod, whispering amongst themselves, trying to decide, I would imagine. I glance towards Esme and she is nodding slightly. She then winks.

"I, for one, will happily donate 100,000 towards this endeavor."

Everyone stops talking and stares at Esme. Soon other women are saying they can easily donate 50,000 or 75,000 without getting permission from their husbands. I almost laugh because the thought of just donating money to anything without consulting Edward shocks me. When they leave I amazingly have all my startup capital. Edward and I had already scoped out a venue although he had teased me that maybe I should take over Caius' defunct restaurant. I had turned to him in shock until he started laughing and then I smacked him, playfully of course.

"Isabella, I am so happy for you. I told you it would be easy." Esme tells me.

"I can't believe I will be able to do this," I say shaking my head.

"Well, I do love my friends but ultimately if they knew I was doing it they had to follow suit or it would reflect poorly in our social circle," she says with a wink.

I hug her, "thank you, Esme, for everything."

"Do you know what you're going to call it," she asks, looking at me.

"I'm thinking about, 'Claire's'," I say hesitantly.

Her hands quickly move to cover her tears. "Does Edward know?"

I shake my head, "I wanted to ask what you thought first."

She touches my cheek lovingly, "It's perfect and he will love it."

We started construction on Claire's a few weeks later. I had very specific ideas in mind. Since it was going to be a Creole style restaurant I wanted the interior and exterior to represent the French Quarter. I literally wanted a little slice of New Orleans in Chicago. We used Mardi Gras color schemes throughout and I made sure that I had a little section reserved in the front of the restaurant where a New Orleans Jazz trio could play. As far as the chefs, I was actually able to steal one of my line chefs, Chef Gilbert, from Le Creole as he had family in Chicago and was willing to relocate. I made him my Sous Chef and I must confess having him on board has been a Godsend. He knows exactly how I like to run a kitchen and is familiar with my recipes. I kept most of the specials I created for Le Creole and made them regular items on the menu at Claire's and then created my own line of specials, thirty different recipes. I smile, it helps having several months to prepare.

Esme was right about Edward as well. He loved it. At first he had stood and walked away from me and I panicked a little, and started stuttering that it was just a thought, that I wasn't tied to the name. But when he had turned I could see that his eyes were wet and that there were tears streaking his cheeks. He had told me that he was honored that I wanted the restaurant named after her. That night we laid together until the early morning talking about his family, especially Claire and how special she was to him. It was one of those nights that I will cherish forever.

"Chef Swan, the news crew is here," I hear the hostess say.

I smile at Chef Gilbert, "Showtime."

He smiles brightly, "Showtime."

I slip my coat off and walk out into the main dining room where I am greeted by Edward. He gives me one of his million dollar smiles, the ones that actually stop traffic and make people convulse on the spot. He reaches his hand out to me which I grab instantly and he walks us over to the local news crew.

"Chef Swan," the reporter reaches out her hand.

"You can call me, Bella," I say nervously as I shake her hand.

"Very well," she motions to the front of the restaurant. "Get shots of the restaurant," she says to her cameraman before looking at me. "This will be short and sweet, Bella."

I nod and breathe in deeply.

"With a line down the street, Chef Isabella Swan, well known in these parts as one of the people who helped bring down the notorious Volturi family, will be opening her doors to her newest adventure, one we hope will be less life threatening," she begins. "Chef Swan, can you tell us a little about your restaurant?"

"My goal with Claire's is to bring the French Quarter to the Windy City. Our menu will consist of authentic Louisiana cuisine made by the finest chefs in the city," I motion towards the design, "the restaurant itself is modeled after the restaurants in the French Quarter right down to the jazz trio that will play nightly."

"And the name, Claire's, I would have expected a French name for a New Orleans themed restaurant but that isn't French is it?" she states with a smile.

"No, it's not French but this restaurant is named after a very special little girl. Claire had a spirit and a joy for life that is the essence of the great city of New Orleans and what it stands for. I am honored that I can pay tribute to her memory in this way."

I glance at Edward who is looking down, trying to contain his emotions.

"That's a wonderful story, Chef Swan. So what would you recommend to all of these people waiting to get in?" she asks, motioning to the line that is getting longer. Geez, we don't even open for another thirty minutes.

I wave at everyone, "Whatever you choose will be like nothing you have tasted before. Prepare for your taste buds to erupt!" I say with a chuckle and hear Edward snicker behind me as well.

"What's on tap for tonight, Chef Swan?"

"Tonight's special is Barbequed Shrimp with a baked grit cake, along with Jerk Spiced Lamb Loin served with pickled pork braised collard greens, New Orleans rum glazed yams, and watermelon pickle, pecans, and mango pickapeppa sauce. For dessert I am serving a Dark Chocolate Caramel Torte made with a dark chocolate glaze served with vanilla ice cream and butterscotch sauce."

She turns to the camera and smiles, "YUM! You heard that everyone. If you're in the neighborhood come on down to Claire's, you might have to wait but from the sound of it, it will be worth it. This is Amelia Brown, for WMAQ, reporting live from downtown Chicago where the place to be is Claire's."

The camera man stops recording and rests his camera. Amelia shakes my hand. "Thank you, Bella that was perfect."

"Thank you," I say before turning to Edward and hugging him tightly.

Soon, two limousines pull up to the front of the restaurant. Alice, Jasper and my dad get out of the first one, followed by Esme, Carlisle, Rose and Emmett in the second one.

"So you must be Edward," Dad says, looking Edward up and down.

"Yes, sir," Edward says reaching out his hand. Dad looks down at it before shaking it firmly. "These are my God parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, and my best friend Rosalie Cullen and her fiancé Emmett McCarty."

"Nice to meet you all," Dad says.

"I hear this is where the party is at," Paul says loudly as he approaches us.

I laugh and give him a hug and notice Mike standing with a pretty girl by his side, "Hey Mike."

"Hey Bella, this is Jessica," he introduces.

"Nice to meet you, this is Edward," I say as Edward turns around.

Both Edward and Jessica look shocked and flustered. He reluctantly reaches out his hand to her, "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she says looking anywhere but at him.

What the hell? We all visit for a short amount of time and then I direct them inside to the VIP section. After everyone is seated and has their drinks I start to step away and Edward quickly follows, stopping me in the hall. He has this panicked look on his face as he runs his hands through his hair repeatedly, opening his mouth and closing it several times.

"You slept with Jessica didn't you?" I ask, putting him out of his misery.

He blows out a breath, "Yes, it was before we met, she was working part time there. I actually didn't even, you know," he pauses and I give him that look that all women have that say spit it out. He runs his hands through his hair again and whispers, "I didn't even finish. It was the night I was called out to Caius' so I just sort of stopped and ditched her. I didn't see her after that. Fuck! Bella, I… I… what do I do, are you upset?"

I laugh, "Edward, stop it. But don't you dare tell Mike. He looks so freaking happy right now and she looked just as embarrassed as you do right now."

He grabs me and holds me like, I don't know, like maybe I was going to leave him or something. Why would I do that? I can't fault him for who he was before we met. The girl looks smitten with Mike anyways.

"Edward, I love you, now stop stalling and go talk to my dad," I say squeezing his ass.

He chuckles into my neck and then kisses me sweetly, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I say, running my hands over his ass before slapping it. "But you better not even entertain the notion of another woman."

He gets a devilish smirk on his face, "baby," he grabs my hand, "you're the only one that gets my dick hard." He winks and I can indeed feel him twitch. I stroke him once and kiss him deeply.

"Good!"

I watch him walk back inside the VIP room but before he does I see him readjust himself. Smiling, I shake my head and start walking back to the kitchen. Before I can get there though, I am called to the front of the restaurant. Oh for crying out loud. Now what?

"Ma'am, Mr. Komarovski would like a word with you," A tall man in a dark suit says.

I glance outside and see a limousine with windows that are completely black. I look towards the back where Edward is and briefly wonder if I should say anything or not but then proceed to enter the vehicle. He is sitting inside in a nice suit, next to his beautiful wife, Katya.

"Ms. Swan."

"Hi. I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure you would."

"I must say I was surprised to get a special invitation. Does Edward know you sent it?"

I frown, "Yes, he does."

Dimitri laughs, "He does not approve."

"Not really but he understands why I invited you," I say with a shrug. "I have a VIP area that is separate from the main dining room so no one will know you are here. Hello Katya," I say to his wife.

"Hello Bella," she returns with a smile.

"Aleksei couldn't come?" I ask to the two of them but Dimitri answers.

He shakes his head, "He has business to take care of."

I nod, not wanting to know what kind of business Aleksei is up to. After the day from hell Aleksei was out of commission for about a month. I went over there a few times, bringing him food. After my third visit Edward put his foot down so I stopped. I knew he was right. I shouldn't get attached to Dimitri and his family. I just feel indebted to him. But Edward explained that he liked Dimitri as well but he was a federal agent and if he or I were seen in the company of the head of the Russian mob he would look dirty. The funny thing is Dimitri kept telling me the same thing.

"If you pull around the back I can let you two in the back entrance and it's a straight shot to the VIP section. Sorry, I don't have any secret passageways," I add half joking.

Dimitri laughs, "Pity."

I smile and exit the vehicle. Edward is waiting for me when I come back in. How does he do that?

"Don't worry; no one will see him, not even the wait staff. I will serve him."

"I'm not worried, Bella. You know what's at stake. One of the things I love about you is the fact that you simply don't care what someone does as long as their heart is in the right place."

"I love you so much," I say smiling.

He smiles and runs his tongue along his lips. "I know the doors are going to be opening soon but I want to ask you to do me a favor," he says nervously.

"Anything ,baby."

He smiles and gets down on one knee, "will you be my wife? I know with certainty that you are all I will ever need and want. I love you, I respect you, and I need you by my side always. Bella, with you, I have the kind of love my parents had, with you, I have everything. "

He holds out a small box and opens it, slipping a single solitaire ring on my finger. I look up and see that all our friends are out of the VIP room and watching. I look down at the man who stole my heart like a thief not even a year ago and see nothing but love and adoration on his face. A look I am sure is reflected in mine as well. I nod, vigorously, might add, and see the biggest smile come across his gorgeous face as he stands and kisses me while our friends clap in the background. Yep, this has turned out to be the best day of my life… so far.


A/N… Oh man, it is done. I hope you are satisfied with the story and what I did with it. It truly has been a pleasure to give this to you. I know I have at least one outtake request that I am considering but not sure just yet. I think that I wrapped up any lingering questions you all might have. At least I hope so, hehehehe… I have added a couple of pictures to the blog, one last hurrah so to speak :-)

Bella's meal come's from the one and only Emeril Lagasses' restaurant Delmonico in New Orleans. I just couldn't resist having the last recipe I post coming from the infamous Creole chef. Just love him... so with that I say BAM!

Now for the announcements, bear with me as there are a few:

First off I want to thank everyone who followed this wild ride to fruition. Some gave up on it and that's okay, maybe they will come back now that it is finished but for those that stayed to the end I want to thank you from the bottom of heart. Your reviews made me giggle and smile as you tried to figure out where I was going with this. For many of you this is one of many stories by me that you have read so thank you so much. Your support of me over the years has always been very much appreciated.

Secondly, special thanks to Chris and Corinne who pre-read this bad boy and gave me invaluable feedback that helped me make the story better. I love you ladies and could not have done this without you. To my beta Amanda who has stuck by me through thick and thin, I seriously cannot imagine my life without you in it. To the ladies in the playroom, words cannot express how much laughter and happiness you have brought me.

Thirdly, I know a lot of you want A Bitter Cold, the sequel to A Dry Heat. I will tell you that it will happen but it won't be right away. I am taking some time away from the fandom and fan fiction. I have become a bit disillusioned about everything over the past nine months and need a break. There are times where I wish I could totally forget what the fandom was like before so that I wouldn't be so sad about the way it is now. But unfortunately that is not possible and the reality is that sometimes you need to know when to say when and I'm saying when, at least for now.

Finally, I want to say that I will always be grateful to Amanda and Christy for encouraging me so long ago to just go for it. If it weren't for you two I would have never written Take Me Home, I would have never reopened my creative side and would not be able to let everyone know at this time that while I am on hiatus from the fan fiction world I will be working on some original fiction (no, I'm not converting any of my fan fiction stories. I wrote those fics for the fandom and that's where they will stay). If anything comes of my original fiction I will let you all know but in the meantime, peace, love and happiness people. Always stay positive because as cliché as it may seem it's always better to spend time on what you love then what you hate.

Laters, baby