A/N: And so we have reached the end of Jack and Carlisle's story. I hope you all enjoyed traveling this journey and I hope you all enjoy the epilogue even though it's short.

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Epilogue

Months had passed and Jack was enjoying his home in Forks. He had taken up residence in Edward's old room seeing as how he had a beautiful home in the woods. It was nice having a family around him, especially when he remembered so little of his own family.

He watched as the seasons changed and so did his art. He had a great space to work in. He now shared Esme's studio with her and she was great company. Sometimes she would ask him for his opinion on a renovation project other times he would keep a piece of artwork aside just for her. Jack was with her in the very room when he heard Jasper arrive and went down to greet him. He was very keen to see him.

"Hey Jazz. Did you get it?" Jack asked.

"Jenks has never been late with a delivery." Jasper smiled and handed Jack an envelope. Jack had been in town for a while and had been introduced as Carlisle's brother. They all felt it was time that he had documentation to say as much, just in case anyone looked him up. He pulled out his passport and ID. It now read: Jack Dawson Cullen. He was officially Carlisle's brother. He took a look at what else was in the envelope, there were a few documents and a new driver's license.

"I think we should celebrate." Jack said looking at the license.

"Let me guess..." Jasper chuckled, "the Porsche."

"Oh yes." Jack grinned.

"Shotgun!" Emmett called.

"Actually, I have to take Edward." Jack replied.

"Oh come on!" Emmett said.

"It's only fair. I wouldn't have considered it if it wasn't for him." Jack replied. "What do you say Edward?"

"When do we go?" Came Edward's reply.

Jack loved his family and they all accepted him with open arms. Edward never forgot the vision from the battle and he knew that he owed Jack an enormous debt, he was a huge part of why they left alive, even if Jack himself did not know it.

Jack finally found peace and it was not in a place or in his art, but in the home he was now a part of, forever.