Okay, here it is. The last installment. I know I promised it would be up a few days ago but I realised that I'd missed some loose ends and I wanted to get them all tied up nicely before I hit 'complete' on this baby. It's a little longer than planned, but c'est la vie. That seems to be how these things go with me *facepalm*

I hope you've enjoyed this little tale as much as I've enjoyed writing it! I sort of love Little Boots and her Biker Boy, so I won't rule out a futuretake or two ;)

Thank you to annaharding for always stepping up and beta'ing for me! I've tinkered with this A TONNE since she last looked at it, but I've got an itchy 'post chapter' finger so I'm posting without having her look it over again. All mistakes (and there may be a lot of 'em) are mine. Standard disclaimer applies, only the OG characters are mine.

Little Boots & Biker Boy

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"Quick, we're gonna miss it!" Isabella's voice crackled through the headset inside his helmet.

Edward barked a laugh and patted her arm around his stomach before planting both hands on the handlebars and speeding up slightly. The speedometer inched a fraction higher on the dial. Isabella shook her head but didn't argue. There was precious cargo on this bike, after all.

Despite Edward's hesitance to speed with her on the back, they made it to the hospital in just a few more minutes. Their laughter echoed off the walls as they jogged hand-in-hand through the halls, peeling off layers of protective clothing as they went.

"There you are!" Rosalie crowed when they reached the waiting area. Several more sets of eyes swivelled in their direction. Alice and her boyfriend, Jasper, who were as in love as ever and had apparently decided to move in together in the fall. She was done living with his somewhat hippy parents, according to their momma.

Rosalie, whose attention span lasted all of five seconds before she returned her attention to the Texans game on the small TV in the corner. Isabella and Edward were great, but they weren't Texans level.

"Meemaw." Isabella dumped her helmet and jacket on a chair and darted into her grandmother's arms, tears gathering in her eyes as she sucked in the familiar scent of her perfume and laundry detergent.

"My sweet honey pie." Cupping her face, Meemaw Swan beamed brighter than the sun as she wiped under Isabella's eyes. Her thin gray eyebrows narrowed slightly. "Are you well, child?"

"I'm perfect, Meemaw," Isabella promised, waving Edward over. "Come say hi, Edward."

"Hello, Mrs. Swan."

"Oh, no. How many times have I got to tell you, son? It's 'Meemaw' or nothing at all. I don't want to get into a knock down drag out over this, ya hear me?"

Isabella couldn't help but laugh at Edward's bashful, rosy-cheeked, crooked grin.

"Yes, Ma'am—I mean, Meemaw."

The door flew open, then, to reveal a bright-eyed, red-faced Charles as he panted, "It's a boy!"

Cheers filled the room before his wife joined him a few moments later. "And a girl!"

"Wait...what?"

That was Emmett. He stood from his chair in the corner, where he'd been cradling a little girl with white-blonde curls and the biggest blue eyes. The baby startled before falling right back to sleep against his shoulder. "A boy...and a girl?"

Lily shook her head in the seat beside him with a long-suffering smile. "Volume control, hon."

"Yes!" Renee cried with tears in her eyes and a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon. "It's twins! They kept it a secret all this time...can you believe it?" Only then did she spot the two newest arrivals—the only people newer to Houston than the surprise twins. "Oh! You made it!"

Before they knew it, Edward and Isabella were wrapped up in Renee's arms and being rocked side-to-side. "Of course we made it. We wouldn't miss it for the world."

Pulling back to look at them both in turn, Renee sighed with sheer contentment. "Come, see your sister. She'll be so pleased."

"I'll wait here," Edward said softly, pointing at his brother. "We've got plenty to catch up on. Have some time with Libby and the youngins."

"All right. I won't be long." Stretching up onto her tiptoes, she planted a smacking kiss on his cheek before following her momma down the hall into the room signposted 'Cheney'. They waited outside for a minute or two, then let themselves in once the nurse stepped out and gave them the go ahead.

"Is this our baby?"

Eric chuckled tiredly, stroking the dark head of hair of the baby cradled in Liberty's left arm. "Yeah, buddy." He reached over and caressed the rosy cheek of the baby in his wife's other arm, next. "This one, too."

God, they're so darn cute.

"Look who's here," Renee said, too excited to wait to be noticed. She laughed when Liberty let out a squeal that startled her newborns and the little boy on the bed. He bounced right down to run into his aunt's arms.

"Aunt Issy!"

Swinging the boy around before smothering his chubby face in noisy kisses, Isabella breathed him in. "I've missed you, Jamie."

"I misseded you also, Aunt Issy," he told her seriously, smushing her cheeks together with his pudgy palms. Now three-years-old and a whole lot bigger than the last time she'd seen him, Jamie was the spitting image of his father from his jet-black hair to his amber eyes. He was growing so fast.

"Missed," Eric corrected gently, smiling at his sister-in-law as he perched on the edge of Liberty's bed. "Hey, Bell. It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you guys, too." Carrying Jamie over to the bed, she carefully leaned in to kiss her sister's sweaty forehead before getting a good look at the new twins. They both had thick, dark hair, but the baby bundled in pink had locks a shade lighter than the one swaddled in blue.

"She has Swan hair, doesn't she?"

"She does." Shaking her head, Isabella admitted, "I can't believe you guys kept this a secret! Two babies...I don't know if I'd have believed you, anyway!"

"It was way too much fun," Liberty told her, heaving a long sigh as she tried to adjust herself in the bed. "Here, take Ethan. He weighs a ton already."

"Ethan…" Tears weighted Renee's eyelashes as she reached out to cradle the boy's head once he rested comfortably in Isabella's arms.

"After Papaw," Isabella murmured, gazing at the sleeping baby's face.

Losing Papaw last year had just about killed her, especially as she hadn't been able to make it back in time for the funeral. They'd been checking in once every week or so, so by the time they found out the news, it was too late to get a flight home in time. It made her happy to see him honored in this way, though. He'd have been delighted to have a little Ethan in the family.

"And this little lady is Abigail," Eric said, checking with Liberty with a questioning look before clarifying, "Abigail Isabella. We'd like you to be her godmother, Bell, if you'll agree."

"Oh…" Heat rushed to color Isabella's cheeks as tears rushed to tumble over her face. She could feel the eyes of her sister, brother-in-law, and momma on her as she tried to dash them away while cradling her nephew. "I'd be honored, guys! That's, gosh...it's so lovely of you to ask!"

Liberty chewed her lip before asking, "Bell…are you—"

"Nana, can I have some crackers now? I've been a good boy!"

Safe for now, Isabella sat in the chair beside the bed and silently thanked Jamie for distracting everybody as she discreetly touched her fingertips to her still-flat belly.

~ oOo ~

It wasn't long before the masses descended, Rosalie haughtily demanding that she be allowed to hold the babies before anybody else. Everyone laughed when baby Ethan almost immediately let out a loud fart in her lap.

"That's my boy," Rosalie praised, kissing his head. "I'm gonna teach you all the fun stuff. We'll start with burpin' the alphabet—"

"You'll do no such thing, Miss Ma'am," Renee warned with a long-suffering shake of her head, but a fond smile.

Once he'd gotten a chance to hold Ethan and Abigail, Edward excused himself to fetch drinks from the vending machines down the hall. When he hadn't returned after a few minutes, Isabella left her dad crying over his new grandbabies and went searching.

"...honestly expect me to believe she stayed with you?"

The familiar voice and ensuing laugh made her skin crawl as she reached the end of the corridor. Pausing and peering around the corner, Isabella felt her stomach drop.

Michael.

He looked...worse for wear. Gone was his usual suit and tie—instead, he wore work jeans and a t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. She wasn't completely surprised. The gossip train reached far-flung corners of the world when it carried news of her cheating ex-husband, so it seemed.

The day after the wedding, once she'd been to meet baby Jamie, Isabella had climbed on the back of Edward's Harley and they'd set off with the clothes on their backs and the money Isabella has stashed in her bedroom closet. In the three years since, they'd ridden through all fifty states—some twice or three times. They'd also spent time in Southern America before leaving the bike in storage and flying into Europe to play tourist there.

They were sitting on a rocky outcrop in Nevada, the Grand Canyon spread out before them, when they got the call that Lauren was pregnant. It was just ten weeks after the wedding, which meant she'd been carrying his baby the day he married Isabella.

It was six weeks later when Liberty called with unbridled glee to tell Isabella and Edward that she was pregnant with triplets.

Clenching her fists at her sides, Isabella breathed out a long, deep breath before stepping around the corner. Loosening her hands, she slipped the fingers of one between Edward's and let her left hand reach up to toy with the necklace hanging against her chest. She saw the surprise leeching from Michael's eyes as disappointment took its place. There was no missing the ring on the third finger of her left hand; the ring she and Edward had hunted for in the sand after she threw herself at him and knocked it away. Even in the overworked fluorescents in the hospital corridor, the sapphire dazzled.

"Isabella," Michael finally sighed. The fight visibly drained from him as Isabella took in the sleep-deprived shell of a man he'd turned into. Dark circles underlined his eyes and his voice held none of the confidence it used to. "So it's true."

Tilting her head to gaze up at Edward's strong jaw and blank expression, she couldn't help but smile. It was automatic. As easy as breathing.

"We're very happy together," she confirmed. "I guess congratulations are in order…"

Michael's grimace said it all. It also made Isabella's chest hurt, despite everything. It had taken getting married to Michael to see how much of a tool he could be. She wondered if Lauren had seen it yet. If she had, she was clearly overlooking it. "Another girl."

Four daughters. He had four daughters and a wife to support on a bus driver's salary. It didn't take a genius to figure out that his job with Isabella's father had flown off the table, and a scandal like the one Michael caused wasn't something the senator would ever condone. With two-year-old triplets at home and now a newborn, Michael had to be regretting the decisions he'd made.

Isabella squeezed Edward's hand as he barked a laugh, but she was certain they were on the same wavelength.

"Let's hope those girls find better men than their momma settled for," Edward mused, releasing Isabella's hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Michael, apparently, had nothing to say. Pressing a kiss against Isabella's hair, Edward turned to lead her back to Liberty's room. "C'mon, Boots. Let's get outta here."

~ oOo ~

Hours later, on the lawn where they'd sold lemonade and made mud pies as children, Edward and Isabella rested on their backs and gazed up at the stars.

"Twins. I still can't believe it," Edward whispered, snorting a laugh.

Butterflies fluttered in Isabella's stomach—well, butterflies or something...someone...else.

"I know." Rolling her head to face his profile, she admired his strong nose, his defined jaw. He turned to peer at her and she stared into his dazzling jade eyes, wondering whose genes were stronger between the two of them. "Would you like twins?"

His brows furrowed, a smirk dancing on his lips. He didn't understand. "Would I like them? I mean, sure, I guess. I bet it'd be fun, but expensive as heck and a whole lotta work. I don't know if I envy Libby and Eric the sleepless nights and endless diapers they've got ahead of 'em. Why?"

Frowning, she faced the sky once more and rolled her words around on her tongue. She'd been keeping this secret for so long, she wasn't sure it would come out. Her hands fidgeted with the grass at her sides and her heart sped up as she sucked in a breath.

"I'm...we're pregnant, Edward."

Crickets.

Literally, crickets chirped for an endless second before Edward lifted and rolled himself over her on hands and knees. His hair hung down over his forehead; it had been a while since he'd let her cut it. If the beautiful grin on his face didn't tell her he was happy, the tears that quickly filled his eyes would have. Edward was a happy crier. It was something she'd discovered during their three years on the road together.

After taking off on the back of his Harley almost four years ago, Isabella had learned all about her Biker Boy as he was now—a man.

She'd learned that liked his toast burnt but his coffee weaker than a newborn calf. He'd shown her that he was soft as marshmallows but had the heart of a lion. They'd spent a month teaching English to kids in an African school earlier that year and she'd watched happy tears pour over his cheeks when the children sang them a song to say 'thank you' before they left to move onto the next place.

He'd shown her what respect in a relationship looked like, and taught her about mutuality between partners.

Of course, some things hadn't changed. He still teased her, called her 'Little Boots', and drove his Harley everywhere possible. He still showered her with attention and affection, showed her that she was his best friend and her opinions held weight with him.

He showed her every day that she was the love of his life, his Northstar, his guiding light.

And he was hers.

He had been ever since that balmy July day at the foot of Niagara Falls when he'd whispered that he loved her and grinned at her surprised goldfish impression. She'd known it before, of course. A part of her had always loved him—but now it was every part. Every atom that made up her body, every breath, every beat of her heart, it belonged to him, as his belonged to her.

And now…

"We're having a baby?"

"Yes," Isabella laughed tearfully, wiping the moisture from his face with her thumbs. "We're having a baby, Biker Boy. Are you ready?"

She saw it, the memory of him asking her that very question three and a half years ago, passing through his mind's eye. Then she saw the memories they'd made since; the wonderful times they'd shared and the amazing things they'd experienced.

The life they'd led. Together.

"With you?" Edward sighed and pressed their foreheads together, one hand snaking up to tickle her belly under the hem of her shirt. "God...I'm ready for it all. We can take on the world, you an' me. Little Boots and Biker Boy."

With the moon at his back casting his face in glorious shadows, and the warmth of her love and their wonderful news spreading through his body, Edward couldn't help himself. He slid a hand under her head and lowered himself to hover lay beside her. His free hand caressed her still-flat belly while he sealed the deal with a kiss that stole her breath.

~ oOo ~

1 year later…

A warm breeze blew in off the ocean, the sun beating gently down as a group gathered on the sand. A small, four-post structure had been erected near the water's edge and draped with gossamer curtains. The sweet, light scent of the flowers attached to the posts mingled with the salty sea air drifting inland.

Laughter gave way to murmurs and gasps of appreciation as a trio slowly made their way down the beach, the glorious start of sunset their backdrop. Gazing down at his soon-to-be wife, Edward flashed her a broad grin and gently pulled her to a stop. One of his hands rested at her hip while the other came up to caress the dark shock of hair on their six-month-old son's head.

Huck Christopher Cullen screamed his way into their lives, four weeks early, on the side of the road somewhere a little south of Rio. He'd spent the next six months travelling through Argentina, Chile, and Peru before heading north into Mexico.

There, he'd get to see his parents finally tie the knot.

"I love you," Edward murmured, taking the moment to just...be.

Isabella's smile was radiant as she stroked his beard-covered jaw and held their son close to her chest. "I love you. And we love you."

Huck's giggles as Isabella and Edward buried their faces in his neck to kiss him silly lit his parents' faces like fireworks on the Fourth of July. People had questioned their wandering when Huck was born, but he was the most content, chilled baby. He'd seen more countries in his short half a year than most people in their lifetime.

"What're you waitin' for? The champagne's gettin' cold!" Emmett hollered from a little further down the beach.

Chuckling, Edward linked his fingers with Isabella's and they continued toward the rest of their family.

On one side of the small, makeshift aisle, Mr. and Mrs. Swan—or Charlie and Renee as they'd insisted he call them—stood beside Meemaw and Granny. The latter two members of Isabella's family had flown out especially, breaking their rule to never leave Texas. Carlisle and Esme were on Granny's other side, their arms full of grandchildren. Emmett and Lily had blessed them with a grandchild for each set of arms—four-year-old Tony and two-year-old Callie. Their continued presence in Texas kept Carlisle and Esme from pitching a total fit when Edward and Isabella admitted they had no immediate plans to settle down when they announced their pregnancy with Huck.

Alice and Jasper stood on the other side of the aisle with their arms around each other and their newly-engaged joy evident in the width of their smiles. As soon as Alice had graduated two weeks ago, she and Jasper had flown out to spend some time with Isabella, Edward, and Huck before the wedding. As of that moment, they had no immediate plans to leave. With Jasper's inheritance having matured the past fall, they had more than enough means to hold off on diving into their careers for at least a few years. If they were careful, they could drag it out even longer. They were holding off on making any hard and fast decisions and enjoying the family time.

Now twelve, Rosalie still prefered dungarees over dresses, but she'd given in after being promised as much ice cream and tacos as she could eat. Renee hadn't been happy about that, but Edward had laughed and clapped his future father-in-law on the shoulder and wished him all the luck in the world. Standing beside her older sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law, Rosalie toed the sand and noisily popped gum.

Rounding out the group were Liberty, Eric, and their ever-growing brood. Now four, Jamie often took it upon himself to parent his younger brother and sister. Ethan and Abigail celebrated their first birthday three weeks ago but had been on their feet for the past three months; Jamie had his work cut out for him, that was for sure, especially with baby number four—a girl this time to even the numbers—now on the way.

As they neared their family, Edward and Isabella slowed to cast each other one last smile. It said everything they told each other often.

I love you.

I'm yours—always.

We can do anything as long as we're together.

Home is where the heart is, and my heart is always with you.

And the words engraved inside the rings they'd soon exchange—it's always been you.

It took Isabella a while to realize the truth in them, but once she'd seen it, there was no going back.

It had always been Edward.

The celebrant soon joined them. His voice droned in a relaxing, low cadence as Edward tuned him out and simply gazed at his Little Boots and Huck, the two most important people in his life. They'd decided to include a few Mexican wedding traditions in their ceremony, so Edward smiled as the celebrant draped a lasso around Isabella's neck before hanging it around his, too. They'd opted for simple white—white ribbon and pretty white flowers. Edward had no idea what kind they were, but their scent was light and fresh.

He soaked in the sounds of the sea lapping at the shore just feet away, the gulls overhead, and the quiet cries of his momma and almost-mother-in-law. Their handkerchiefs were quickly switched out for those in their husbands' pockets, and Edward was reminded of a quote his pa once told him.

He said that a man should always keep two handkerchiefs. The one in his back pocket was for him, while the one in his breast pocket was for his lady.

Finally, finally, Edward felt his whole world slot into place as he and Isabella said their 'I dos' and were declared man and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen.

Leaning in to caress his son's back with one hand and cradle his wife's head with the other, Edward smiled against Isabella's lips and murmured, "My Little Boots."

After a tearful laugh, Isabella cupped his face and whispered, "My Biker Boy."

~ oOo ~

Later, after a delicious tapas meal with their nearest and dearest on the deck of their rental home, Isabella found herself sans both husband and son.

"I'll be right back," she told Liberty, pushing away from the table and heading down the wooden steps to the beach. They'd picked this house for two reasons—it was large enough to accomodate their family, and it had a beautiful view of the ocean. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Isabella spotted Edward and Huck a little ways along the shore. Making her way across the sand, she realized they weren't alone.

One of the stray dogs on the island had taken a liking to them over the last couple of weeks. She had a fluffy white and tan coat that looked as though it would be pretty if she had a long bath and a good brush. She also had beautiful sandy colored eyes that seemed to stare right into the soul of anyone who gave her any attention. Slowly, she was getting braver. Isabella smiled as the dog edged closer to Edward and Huck, who, at first glance, seemed to be ignorant of her presence.

However, when Isabella joined them, Edward shot her a giddy smile and murmured, "She's getting braver. She's only about ten feet away, now."

"I know." Shaking her head, Isabella wondered how long it would be before the dog moved into the house with them. She wondered if she'd be confident enough to make the leap from stray to family dog before they packed up and moved on…

A soft nudge in her abdomen made her wonder something else—would they move on? They'd planned to continent hop into Africa for their extended honeymoon, but the sickness she'd been feeling for the past six weeks coupled with the butterfly-type movements she'd felt the last few days would likely put that on hold. Isabella wasn't sure why she was nervous to tell Edward that they were adding another baby to their family. She was putting it down to a few things, most notably the fact that Huck was only six months old and she was guessing that she had to be at least a few months pregnant to be feeling movements. They'd have to postpone their trip for at least a year or so, possibly longer. Another baby meant another mouth to feed, a body to clothe. It was an added expense and though they didn't worry for money, not really, it was definitely something to consider. They weren't rich by any means and babies were expensive.

Then Huck let out a screech and splashed his hands in the shallow ocean and Isabella melted. She saw the way Edward gazed at their son; the way he fawned over him with gentle hands and soothing words. He'd never been anything but a wonderful father. They both messed up—all parents do—but he'd thrown himself into fatherhood with the same fervor as everything else he did.

He'd do the same for this baby, if only she could get the words out to tell him it even existed.

"C'mon, Boots. Let's go get some dessert."

Edward lifted Huck from the sand and lead Isabella back toward the house. The stray followed at a distance before settling herself at the foot of the stairs; she never came up, always remaining on the sand below the house. Isabella made a mental note to bring some leftovers down for her.

Back with their family, Edward, Isabella, and Huck took their places in the center of the long table. The wine and beer had been flowing, the younger children all safely tucked up in bed. Huck would join them shortly, but Isabella was enjoying his sleepy smiles too much to insist he go to bed just yet.

"We organized a traditional cake for you," Emmett told them with glee. Lily carried it outside on a big platter, setting it right in front of the newlyweds. "It's got pineapple, coconuts, nuts, a healthy dose of rum...all the good stuff." Huck reached out with greedy hands, babbling nonsense as the breeze wafted the smell of fruit and booze in Isabella's direction.

"Oh, God."

"Looks great, Em! Thanks, hon." Edward hadn't noticed his wife's suddenly pinched expression, but he couldn't miss her soft but firm, "I can't eat that."

Eyeing her in question, he angled Huck away from the cake. "Why not? You love it."

Clasping her trembling hands over her stomach, Isabella breathed, "I'm pregnant. We're having another baby."

The cake was forgotten as hoots and hollers spread around the table. Edward scooped her from her seat with his free arm to swing both his wife and son through the air. The wide, ear-to-ear grin on his face made the momentary nausea worth it. "We're havin' another baby?"

Isabella nodded, tears spilling from her eyes. "We're havin' another baby."

"No, Ma'am. You're twelve-years-old—too young for rum," Renee quietly chastised Rosalie, slapping her hand away from the rum-soaked dessert that forced Isabella's declaration.

"Sorry, squirt," Emmett crowed, tugging the cake over to his side of the table. "Looks like I'll have to step up and take one for the team."

Playful chaos broke out as people fought over the cake, but in the midst of it all, the new Mr. and Mrs. Cullen gazed into each other's tearful eyes over the head of their son and quietly celebrated the existence of yet another member of their family.

~ oOo ~

In the months to come, they welcomed not one, but two new girls. Sandy finally became an official member of the Cullen clan one summer's day a few weeks after the wedding. A campfire spreading through the brush would have destroyed the house and likely the family inside had Sandy not braved the steps to bark until Edward woke and realized what was going on. Every night since, she'd gotten closer and closer to the house until finally, she began sleeping at the foot of Edward and Isabella's bed.

Five months later, Huck became a big brother to baby Nova Bell. She came into the world just as loudly as her brother and completed the family in ways none of them could ever have predicted. As wild as Huck was calm, Nova was the piece they hadn't known was missing until she arrived.

Now a family of five, including the ever-faithful Sandy, Edward and Isabella decided it was time to put down some roots. They bought the beachside house—much to the disappointment of their parents back in Texas—and built a garage for their camper van and Edward's Harley.

Under the hot Mexican sun, Isabella had little use for her trusty Dan Posts. They, along with the less-than-practical Harley, were relegated to the garage, and on days when diapers, screaming babies, and married life took their toll, Edward and Isabella found themselves sitting on the floor staring at them. Little boots beside a gleaming bike.

Because no matter where life took them, or what challenges came their way, they would always be Little Boots and Biker Boy at heart; a curly-haired little girl in her sparkly cowboy boots and the toad-wielding boy whose tire tracks would follow her to the ends of the Earth.