To be honest, I felt a little silly writing that long ass author's note about why I couldn't keep writing, figuring that no one would really care. I'm very touched by all the nice words you readers left me, especially this little gem from my reader "Allean."

"Fuck you bitch! You pathetic stupid tasteless bitch."

Dear Allean,

You're completely right. Moving on from a writing hobby and a book about sparkly vampires makes me pathetic, stupid, tasteless, and a bitch. I think we can all agree that leaving a psychotic review where everyone can read it and without the metaphorical testicles to sign in or send it in a pm where I can actually reply back is of the utmost respect, amiright?

Readers, please take the time to give a friendly hello to Ms. Allean….it doesn't sound like the poor girl has much of a life.

Stay classy Allean!

Now, here is the first part of the Monumental Moments epilogue. Enjoy.

-Epilogue I-

The sun is shining through the curtains and onto my eyes but I squeeze them shut, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as I can. Because once I wake up then it's back to the real world….back to Edward and Tanya and the repercussions of last night. I can feel him next to me. There's his warmth radiating against my back and the soft sounds of his breath. I don't know which is worse; the fact that I slept with my taken best friend or the fact that I don't seem to regret it. The soreness between my thighs just makes it that more real, and despite myself I smile. But of course we can't lay like this forever, so I push myself up and hope it will jostle him awake. Since he's Edward he just rolls to the other side, and when I see his exposed back I get out of that bed before I make this non-mistake mistake twice.

It's funny how when you live someplace for so long that you can walk through the whole house while looking through groggy eyes. As I walk downstairs to the kitchen in my sleepy Edward haze it hits me: This is why my house, now Jake's house, felt so wrong to me. This is my home. Not just because I can get myself a glass of orange juice without looking, but because the comfort, and the memories, and that unique smell that having a place to call home brings.

That is, until I see Tanya at 8 marked on tomorrow's date on his magnet fridge calendar. I put my glass down and walk back up to his room with a heavy heart.

As I turn the hallway corner I hear a loud rustling, followed by a thud and a "shit!" I stand in the room doorway and just watch as Edward frantically struggles to put on his jeans while simultaneously combing his hair.

"Um, what are you doing?"

His head snaps toward me and his mouth drops along with his comb. He stands up straight and tries to casually shrug it off.

"I was afraid you left."

I quietly laugh and shake my head. "No, but I should have." Tears spring to my eyes and I sit at the edge of his bed. "Edward….last night was a mistake."

He sits next to me. "Do you honestly feel that way? Because I don't."

I look at his face, the same heartbroken face that greeted me at the door yesterday. "What about Tanya?"

Instead of looking at me in shame he looks at me in…exasperation?

"Really Bella, you think I would have slept with you last night if I was with her? You know me better."

Well, he has a point there, and I hate his smug face when he sees me realize it. "Excuse me, how was I supposed to know? You never tell me anything! For Christ's sake you haven't even talked to me in-"

He grabs the back of my head and pulls my lips towards his. He really has to stop doing that.

"You really have to stop doing that." He plants one more kiss and then lightly tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. "I'm sorry I'm not sorry," he says, "I knew I'd find a way to get you to shut up eventually."

I laugh and slap his chest, his gloriously smooth hard chest, and as much as I want to move my hand downward a dark thought enters my mind.

"You may not have, but I still slept with you not knowing if you were with Tanya still." I think about Jake and Leah and all the months I spent hating them, thinking that there was a black and white in these situations when it could really be just gray. I pull my hand away but he places it in his on his lap.

"Sometimes life isn't so simple," he says. I run my other hand through his hair and ask, "How do you know me so well, Edward Masen?"

"Because I love you."

He says it so simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Here we are… half naked with bed head and morning breath, and those three words couldn't have come at a better time.

They may be the reason why we're here right now, but we don't need the grand gestures.

"I love you too."

He kisses my temple and I lean my head on his shoulder. I'm trying to play it calm and collected when I ask, "How long have you known?" but instead I'm screaming.

I feel him shrug, like two can play this game. "Oh, I guess a while. And you?"

"Yeah…I guess a while," I reply, then immediately snap my head up and whine, "Hey, why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, why didn't you?" He asks indignantly.

"Touché, Masen."

"That's not an answer, Swan."

I look down and play with my fingers. I'm about to tell him that I didn't think he felt the same way but I don't, because deep down I know it's a lie. For the first time I let the truth come out.

To both of us.

"It was easier to pretend that you didn't. If I could just keep you as a friend, I wouldn't have to risk losing you. I was just afraid."

He grabs my hands again and asks, "Of what?"

"That we wouldn't make it. That you weren't ready for all this and that you would resent me for tying you down."

" And what makes you think it would get that far?" But he's asking me like he already knows the answer.

"Because we're Edward and Bella, there's no one else for us."

Before I have the chance to regret being so open his lips crash against mine.

"I was scared too," he tells me when we finally come back up for air, "You saw my dad, I don't have the first clue about what I'm doing, and…"

I nudge his shoulder with mine. "And?"

He sighs. "I was scared that I wasn't ready for commitment. I told you that I don't do relationships."

I nod my head and we sit there in silence, trying to process everything that's been said. Finally he asks, "Are you mad?"

At first I feel anger towards both of us; we wasted so much time being scared. But then I think that what if we did get together before he was ready, or what if I did regret not giving Jacob a second chance. If this is where we're at today, then it was all worth it.

"No, I'm too happy to be angry," I respond whole-heartedly.

"Good, it's my favorite when you're happy. Does that mean that you don't regret last night?"

"Of course not. It…I mean… was it good?" I know I shouldn't be insecure, but it's kind of hard when you have a protruding belly and just one lover on your record. He may be a changed man, my man, now but it's still Man-ho Masen.

"It was perfect."

It was the answer that I needed to hear. I want to give and tell this man everything, but we're still Edward and Bella and there's time for that later.

I laugh. "The girls are right; you really do have a pregnant fetish."

He hums against my temple. "No, I just have a Bella fetish."

"Cheesy."

"You love it."

"I do."

"And you love me?"

"I do."

I'm trying to think of a lady-like way of asking him to put his hands on me again, but a loud grumble coming from my stomach totally ruins the moment.

He hops off the bed and pulls me up. "You two need to eat."

After we finish our French toast and the Arizona Republic crossword puzzle Edward asks me how I'd like the spend the day while he washes the syrupy dishes. It's amazing how serene we are after our morning revelations, and I want to keep being this easy going. I tell him I don't care but he looks at me like I'm lying. Which I am.

"Fine. Would it be incredibly girly and needy if I said I wanted us to lay in bed all day and just…talk?"

He smiles at my sudden insecurity and I feel so stupid. He puts down his dish towel and tells me that he can't think of anything better and I fall in love all over again.

"I still can't believe it, a picture got me here," he says as we snuggle under the covers. I look at him in confusion. "Why don't you believe it, wasn't that the point?"

"That was just part one of the plan. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

"Is that why you waited for a week?"

"Yeah, and I wanted you to be sure about Jake."

"It worked."

He lightly brushes his hand against my forehead. "Like I said, I know how that beautiful brain of yours works."

"So tell me, what else did this ingenious plan entail?" I curiously ask.

"No way," he laughs, "I'm not telling."

A-ha, so there was more to it. "Why not?"

"Because now I have back up gestures for when I eventually screw up."

I like how he says eventually instead of if. Even though I doubt he will screw up, it's comforting that he's not expecting everything to be perfect. Still, I feel the need to warn him.

"You know this is going to be hard, right? I mean a baby is hard enough, but there's also Jake and my divorce and your work. I'm not expecting you to just jump feet first into this dad role Edward, but you also can't tip-toe. If you're with me then it has to be all the way."

"Hey, look at me," he says, "you and the baby are already the most important things in my life."

I'm afraid I'll start crying again so I just smile, and he leans his head down to kiss the light scar on my forehead. He looks at me sadly and I know he's thinking about that night so I try to lighten the mood.

"When did you become so touchy feely?"

It works. He gives me the deep chuckle that I love so much. "Are you kidding me, I could never keep my hands off of you."

He starts nibbling at my neck and I think about all the past hand holding and cheek kissing. "I guess it just takes some getting used to."

He pulls back and looks worried. "Is it too much?"

I don't know, is it too much that I want to wear him like this blanket? "No, keep going."

"Good, because I have a lot of time to make up for."

"Oh yeah?"

He places a set of kisses on my lips. "Yeah, like here." He moves down to the dip between my neck and shoulder. "I've always wanted to kiss you here."

"And here." He pulls down the collar of my shirt, his shirt, to reveal the top of my breast. He places soft bites in between kisses and I start to pant.

Then he reaches down and slowly lifts up the hem. "Here," He adds, with one sweet peck on my belly.

Next he skips where I want it most and kisses my ankles, my knees, and the top of my thighs. He goes higher and higher and I want to thank god but he reaches out for my wrist instead.

I'm breathing heavier now, and I know he's feeling it too because it's turning sloppy and desperate, like he can't get close enough. Then finally, right when I'm about to tell him that I can't take anymore, he leans back on his knees and gently pushes my legs apart.

"Oh yes, especially here."