A/N: Well, this is it. Epilogue. Story is DONE. It is harder than I thought letting go.

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And now... for our story's conclusion...

Bella POV

Despite being asked repeatedly to settle the fuck down, Alice continued to run around the oversized dressing room. I wasn't sure at this point what she was even checking. Each detail had been seen to… five times already. It was impossible for anything to be more perfect and we were all ready. Her frantic movements had surpassed the 'annoying as shit' stage an hour ago.

If it weren't for the vampy-mojo my bomb ass mate was sending me, I was pretty sure I'd have re-removed her damn finger. At the very least a finger. With each frantic dash the tiny whirling dervish made across the room, other parts started to look more and more tempting for removal.

"Bella, did you hear any of what I just said?"

Allowing her to keep her finger was hard when she spoke. I made sure my look told her so.

She huffed and put her hands, the ones with the fingers, on her hips. "Adjust the mix, Jasper. Think more sativa, less indica."

I felt a slight change to my Jasper-flow and felt less lethargic and a bit more… something.

I looked at Alice and smiled a real smile.

"There she is," Alice said in a patronizing tone.

I looked at Char. "Remind me why I'm not maiming the stepmonster today, please?"

Char tried and failed to keep the laughter from her tone as she answered. "Well, Sug, last time you ripped Shortly up, our whole day got delayed. Annoying or not, she is right. We are on a schedule today. A schedule that you set. Now, you can either listen to your chosen matron of honor or you can be late for your own trip down the aisle. It's up to you."

I fucking hate logical answers.

I pulled forth all the maturity I could muster and flipped Alice off while sticking my tongue out at Char.

Two birds, singular stone and shit.

But, Mrs. Chuckles did have a point. I did chose to ask Alice to be my maid of honor.

Though, when I originally asked and she'd replied by correcting me and said she'd be happy to be my matron of honor, I thought about revoking the fucking query… which of course lead to a premonition that shut her up and had her apologizing right quick.

Something had shifted in the months that Dad and I had been with the Cullens. Once I fully grasped how much the mystical midget meant to my dad, I was able to really understand that hurting her that bad again wasn't really an option.

Then, I'd watched her.

When I first met her, she was obviously vain, self centered, and used to getting her way. Didn't help her case with me that she swept in out of nowhere and had some moronic vampy claim to my dad.

I mean, a big discombobulating load of Alice heaped onto a confused newborn is a bad idea. It was, in my opinion, easy to see why I'd reacted so… thoroughly to her.

But… after Jasper and I came back from our weeks-long alone time, I watched Alice and I noticed changes. Things that seemed small to me. But then, I'd only just met her.

The rest of the family seemed shocked at her transformation.

For one, she dropped the reins on everyone's wardrobes. It seemed that for decades, an entire family of vampires allowed a single person to select all of their wardrobes. I didn't get it. But, it's what the Cullens had done. Once Alice said she would never dictate what any family member ever wore again, they didn't believe her. So, of course the Cullens all tested her...

Rosalie bought a closet full of denim coveralls and a variety of bandanas and had a Rosie the Riveter phase.

Emmett bought a near metric fuckton of velour track suits.

Carlisle went full "Hefner" and only wore silk robes and ascots. Not even underwear.

Esme, having heard for years that maternity clothes were comfortable decided to finally see for herself… and enjoyed them so much that soon her closets were filled with leggings and flowy tops and other comfortable, not perfectly fit clothing.

… and not once did Alice protest.

In fact, Alice told Rose that the look suited her. Even got a few other retro pin-up style outfits for her. Hottie McFierce rocked them all.

Alice upped the ante and bought the Lovable Oaf the entire latest line of Juicy track suits in his size. He peacocked around in the ones with "Juicy" on his ass for weeks.

She bought Carlisle twelve different kinds of underwear (all from plain old Walmart) and begged him to never again free ball while sitting at a glass topped table. That was wardrobe suggestion we all supported.

Esme got a shipment of full panel maternity pants.

For my dad, tons of second hand flannel shirts. When Jasper had asked why she bought used items, she said that she knew Charlie would appreciate the worn in feeling of used flannel. Jasper was almost in shock; said he'd never known her to shop off the rack, let alone second hand. Her response that her mate's comfort was more important than her own sense of style may have earned her a few points with me.

As I learned to control my shield, it was easier and easier to raise or lower it to allow her to have her visions. At first, I wanted to fault her for relying so heavily on her gift, but when my own gift was something that seemed to be literally hard wired to protect my brain… well…

Fucking logic was a bastard sometimes.

It was hard to fault her for relying on protective instincts that had kept her… and at times my own mate… safe for years longer than I'd even been alive…

Again… that fucking logic coming in and making me do shit like… understand people and their actions.

Once logic weaseled it's stupid way into my brain… it started to get harder and harder to hate Alice.

Soon… Shortly was growing on me.

When she proposed to my dad… and let him plan the wedding of his dreams…

I kinda, maybe, started to even love her a tiny bit.

She was his forever.

And… when I really thought about it, she was his perfect forever. There was a sense of fun that she seemed to bring out in Stoic the Mustachioed. He seemed to ground her. Where I never would have seen them separately and thought, "gee, let's hook these two up!", I certainly could not deny that once together, they somehow made perfect sense.

And… Dad deserved that. Hell, after hearing what Alice had learned of her past from that sick fucker James,... she truly deserved her happiness, too.

While a part of me thought it should be a lot weirder that my mate's ex was shacked up with my dad on a forever basis… the beast in me was appeased that I had nothing to worry about. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that not only was Jasper mine and I was his… but I had zero worries about anyone's ability to come between us.

When Alice had said that Dad could plan the wedding of his dreams, I think she had counted on having some sort of premonition about what was headed her way. Once she gave Dad the green light, he asked me to put him under my Bellzy Bubble so that he'd be able to 'surprise' his bride to be.

Surprise was one word for how Alice felt.

Watching Dad and Alice say their vows in front of Emmett dressed as Elvis on Jervis Inlet at sunset was… oddly perfect. Dad had a goofy damn grin on his face and the way he was lit up from the inside when he looked into Alice's eyes was not lost on me.

When she saw Emmett in the white jumpsuit with rhinestones, she might have paled a bit if possible. When Dad handed out fishing poles after they were pronounced man and wife and proudly proclaimed that in lieu of a reception that we would be having a fishing derby, she was barely able to squeak out a half hearted 'yippee'.

The icing on the cake was when Dad got overly excited about catching a big dogfish and his wild gesticulations caused him to whack Alice in the shoulder. She could have braced herself, but I think she'd finally given in to the fuckery of the day and allowed the wild swing of his arm to knock her backwards into the smelly waters of Jervis Inlet. In her wedding dress.

Once she scaled the cliff and got back up, she wasn't even mad. Even shared the dogfish with Dad in some sort of strange wedding toast. She loved the taste.

Dad and I couldn't believe none of the other veggie-pires had tried it before.

Next thing we know, Emmett is challenging Carlisle and Peter to an underwater fishing derby… which the groom insisted on being a part of…

And when Alice asked why the ladies weren't invited to join, Dad couldn't have looked more pleased.

She continued to grow on me.

So, when Jasper proposed to me… I had a stupid crazy idea. I'd always envisioned a wedding in which my dad walked me down the aisle. I figured asking his new bride if she would be an integral part of my big day would not be a big deal. Especially since we were going to be around each other for a while. It was kinda like giving the pint-sized wookie a win.

It was that decision I was regretting as I waited for my own walk down the aisle.

A knock at the door brought me out of my trip down memory lane and a quick inhale told me that it was my dad that waited outside the door.

Alice finally stopped her fucking pacing to run to the door and leap into Dad's waiting arms.

"Fuck. If I'd known all it would take to stop her from wearing out the carpet was to have you walk into the room, I'd have had you put me in my dress!" I groused at Dad as I elbowed my way into the hug.

"Well, Bella, if you had been listening, you'd have heard me tell you that it was go time." Alice chided as she wisely made room for me.

"Don't go wrinkle either of us up," I continued. "She'll be steaming us for hours. Again."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Dad smiled. "I'm not going to be the man to tell that antsy fucker waiting down there by that flowery arch that he's going to be waiting any longer for this beauty."

Alice disentangled herself from Dad and straightened her dress and mine. She gave a quick smile and nod as she turned to leave the room.

"C'mon, Bells." Dad said as he held out his elbow to me. "Let's go get me a son in law."

"Pffft. Already licked him. Means I called dibs." I said as I took my father's arm to walk down the aisle to my own forever.

Alice's voice called back to us, "C'mon you fuckers. Let's go complete our great vampire BOGO!"