A.N.: Alright everyone... this is it. The last chapter of CYJ! Waahhhhh! :'( I'm sad.

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EPILOGUE

A year later, on April 4, 2018, Edward and I were blessed to bring in a baby boy named Matthew Ryan Cullen.

As soon as we came home from our amazing honeymoon in Hawaii, I stopped taking my birth control. We didn't attack eachother all the time to get me knocked up, but we were constant in our love making, meaning every night and sometimes twice in a night. Yes, we wanted babies, but like I told him on our wedding night that I want children, I am in no rush to get pregnant. I didn't want to try crazy new positions to make sure I got pregnant or force myself on my husband all the time. And I didn't want to plan our sexcapades around my supposed ovulation time like Alice was.

We let nature take its course.

And about two months later I felt the tell tale signs that I was pregnant and I had missed my period by almost a week. I promised Edward that I wouldn't keep him in the dark about me becoming pregnant, so I asked him if we could go buy a few tests. He stood outside the bathroom as I took them, but together we waited in silence until it was time to look at the results.

"Remember Bella… if it's negative, I still love you and that it'll happen when it's supposed to happen," Edward told me.

"Ditto."

I headed over to sink and looked at the three tests laying out.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Little pink plus sign that meant I was pregnant.

I felt the happy tears prickling at the inner corners of my eyes. I was pregnant. Edward and I were having a baby. I turned around to face him and nodded. His face changed from nervousness to excitement as he lifted me up into his arms and kissed me passionately.

"We're having a baby!" he yelled.

"We're having a baby!"

That night Edward made sweet love to me and the next day we set up an appointment with a doctor to find out more about our happy news. And when it was confirmed that I was indeed pregnant, we told the family. Everyone was happy.

The next nine months were a roller coaster of blissfulness and annoyance. I was happy I was having Edward's child, but I was sick of morning sickness. I loved how I was horny, like, all the time, including Edward, but by the third trimester I didn't want to be touched because I had aches in my back and feet. I was not in the mood to fuck my husband, and that would lead us to having fights and then to me bawling my eyes out because of the fucking mood swings I endured. We'd stop fighting, apologize and Edward would then comfort me as I just complained about how much this baby was pissing me off even though I loved it so much.

The worst of it all was the night I went into labor – two weeks later than my original due date. A week after our baby was due I just screamed about why it was taking too long to make a visual appearance in our lives. I wanted it out of me and to just be in my arms so I can be a real mother.

For fifteen hours I was in fucking labor. I cried. I screamed. I threatened maiming off everyone's body parts if they didn't leave me alone. And when the time came for me to push our child out, I seethed at Edward that he was never touching me again as long as we lived. But as soon as the doctor exclaimed, "It's a boy!" the waterworks turned on and I took back my threats to Edward and asked him kindly that I wanted another baby.

"As soon as we're given the go ahead, we'll make a date with our bed, baby."

I smiled a watery smile and then was handed our son – our healthy, eight and a half pound son. Edward and I cooed at him and kissed his little head. He immediately curled his tiny hand around Edward's finger. Edward was gonna be the best daddy in the world.

We had discussed baby names throughout my pregnancy, and since we decided to wait on finding out the sex, we settled on a boy and girl name. Abigail for a girl and Matthew for a boy. Both were of Irish origin – I had told Edward I wanted to name our babies Irish names – and since it was official that we had a son, Matthew it was.

Matthew Ryan Cullen.

A few months later, after I was done breastfeeding our little Matty, Edward and I revisited the tattoo shop we went to a few years ago to get my first tattoo. As the years passed, I had gotten quite a few more, but added them to the music montage on my ribcage. The second tat I had Felix do were curved staff lines along my ribcage with music notes written on them, the exact notes of a song Edward had been composing for me. They were the middle notes of the song, the most powerful to me and I wanted them forever on my body. When I went back some time later, I had a feminine, flowery treble clef tattooed a bit over the staff lines and then had butterflies and dragonflies added every few months till my whole left side had been inked. I loved it. It was perfect for me.

This time around I had Matty's birthdate tattooed on my neck, right under my wedding date both me and Edward had done on our honeymoon in Hawaii, and leaving enough space so I could add the birthdates to any more children Edward and I may have. Edward had Matty's full name inked on his shoulder blade in Gothic lettering.

Another two years passed and we had just welcomed into this world a baby girl on January 12, 2020, whom we named Abigail as we wanted to when I was pregnant with Matty, should he be a girl. Her full name's Abigail Elizabeth Cullen – my little Abby. She's the spitting image of Edward while Matty's like me. Except for the eyes… the eyes on both our children were green like their daddy's.

And just like we did a few months after Matty was born, Edward and I got tattoos again – Abby's full name in Gothic lettering on Edward's shoulder blade right under Matty's, and Abby's birthdate on my neck.

I was still working as a counselor in the junior high school I started in right after graduation from college, though only going in every few days for a few hours. I'm a mother with two young children and I don't want to rely on day care all the time, so I only put Matty and Abby in day care for those few hours I'm at work. I do need to bring in money, though Edward makes plenty of it, having gotten more calls to compose music for movies since his more well known scores were for some werewolf/half-vampire girl romance films that were the sequels to a popular vampire movie franchise from like ten years ago. When the kids are full time in school is when I'll go back to working full time.

Of course I never know when Edward and I want to bring in another little one. I mean, I'm still young – twenty-six going on twenty-seven – and I have plenty of time to give birth to more kids. We did want three, maybe four children. And I'm not going to get a PhD in Psychology because I want to focus more on my family than furthering my career. I'm happy with where I'm at on the job front, I'm married to Edward, who is a very loving husband, and we have kids already. I don't need much more than what I already have, just as long as I get to keep them.

Our friends were still our best friends and we had our own nieces and nephews. Alice had a little girl and a set of boy twins with Jasper, and Rose and Emmett finally hitched eight months ago after having a son of their own two years prior. She's now pregnant with another son who was surely conceived on their wedding night when they married in Vegas.

My father retired as police chief this past winter when he suffered a mild heart attack. My mother didn't want him to get stressed out too much, even if the small town I once lived in was a sleepy town of sorts and didn't have much crime that could cause him stress. It was mainly his diet. Since I left and my mother can't cook, they've resulted in eating out and getting take out, so constantly eating unhealthy led him to having that heart attack, but thankfully he is fine. He's lost some weight since he has now started exercising more, now that he's not sitting behind a desk all day long and not eating artery clogging shit every day. And my mom has also started taking jogs with him and taking cooking classes every Thursday night in Port Angeles so she could cook healthy meals for the two of them. And surprisingly it's good according to my father, and he will always tell the truth about anything involving Renee. Edward and I have visited, tasted her cooking and can say for ourselves that it's pretty good.

Esme and Carlisle still live a few houses down from my parents and frequently come to Seattle to see us and their grandchildren because Carlisle has been doing surgeries in Virginia Mason Hospital and Medical Center, so Esme will tag along and come to see the children when Carlisle is in surgery. But we'd see Carlisle just as much as we see Esme.

I was content with my life. Edward and I had our moments where we fought, but we still had a connection no argument could break. I still loved my rebel with all my heart and was so glad he came into my life eight years ago. I am so blessed to be married to him and have children with him… just a life with him.

Those first couple of months we were together were rough because we were hiding our relationship, but hiding made us strong. We were able to stand our ground, stand for the love we shared, when we were told 'no' and for doing that made us who we are today. I know I wouldn't be anything like I am if I wasn't with Edward.

Now I'm sitting on the porch of the house Edward and I have called home since we found out I was pregnant with Matty. We knew it was time to buy that home now that children were gonna be in the picture. Abby is cradled in my arms, peacefully asleep. I can hear the piano music coming from the baby grand in the living room. It's a soothing lullaby Edward composed for Abby when she was still in my womb. Then the music stops and I hear the door open and close, before Edward gently sits down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing my head.

"Hey baby," he whispers to me.

"Hey."

"She's sound asleep."

"It's that lullaby. Knocks her out cold," I giggle.

"My angel. At least we got one child who'll sleep."

"Hey! Matty was a good sleeper. It was just during the day he liked to sleep."

"Our little insomniac," Edward jokes.

I playfully smack his shoulder and he pecks a kiss on my lips before gently taking Abby from me and rocking her while humming. I loved watching my husband do this with our children. Yeah, Matty never really liked sleeping at night and would wake us up a lot in the early months. I was the supplier of his food and was able to change him in a matter of minutes, but Edward was the only one who could calm Matty down with his velvety voice when he was being particularly fussy. At least now we're able to get our sleep back since our Abby likes to sleep both perfectly during her naptime and in the night.

"So my mom and dad should be here soon. They'll take the kids for the night so us grown ups can have a little fun," Edward comments after humming the lullaby to our daughter.

"Our fun consists of beer, juice for Rose, movies and you and the guys playing music in our basement."

"We need to get out more. I think we're becoming a bunch of old farts."

"Next weekend. It'll be Emmett's birthday and surely he wants to go all out for the big 3-0."

"Yeah… he will. But I think I'm looking forward to us having our own little fun after us hanging out with our friends in our basement." He wiggles his eyebrows and I let out a loud laugh that wakes up Abby.

Shit! I mouth.

"Shh… it's OK, sweetheart," he coos to Abby as she whimpers. The humming starts over again and she calms down. "Hey baby… I love you. You get loud and wake up our napping daughter, but I love you."

"Love you, too." I kiss him and go inside to change.

Esme and Carlisle show up and collect our children for the night, and then Rose, Em, Alice and Jazz show up not too long after. They've left their children with sitters. We have fun hanging out and listening to the music Edward and the guys play, loving how they still dedicate each song to us. By eleven, everyone leaves. Just as I say goodnight to my friends and close the door, Edward has me pushed up against the wall, attacking my mouth with kisses.

"Mmm… baby," I moan out when the kisses start trailing down my neck.

"I know. I need you, Bella."

"Need you, too, Edward." I kiss him hard and I feel Edward's hands cup my ass as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel him carrying me up the stairs to our bedroom. With a plop, I'm spread eagle on the mattress and then I feel him lay on top of me, his hard cock that's just about to bust through his jeans pressed up against my thigh. "Oh God, Edward! Fuck me, baby!"

Edward smiles that crooked smile I love and he starts ripping off our clothes. Once we're completely naked, he fills me and then thrusts in and out of me. He's hard and rough with me, but not that rough that he's hurting me. It never hurts; it only feels good. He then rolls over so I'm on top and he's much deeper in me.

"Ungh!"

"Yes, Bella," he grunts.

I start moving above him, laying my hands right on his shoulders to give me leverage. Us moving in time brings me to my orgasm first and just as I feel another one, Edward releases in me and I shatter around him a second time. I collapse and rest my head and body on his chest as I catch my breath.

"So… amazing… sweetheart," Edward pants.

"Uh huh," I breathe. My heart is racing that it almost hurts. I move off of my husband, feeling his softening cock slip out of me, and lay next to him. Edward moves closer to me, taking hold of my waist and kisses me lovingly. "I love you, Edward," I say after we part.

"I love you, too, baby. Always. You're my Juliet."

I laugh, remembering the song that's been mine since that night eight years ago. "I ran with you and never looked back, Edward."

"I'm glad you did."

Just as Edward kissed me again and was about to enter me so we could slowly make love, our doorbell rang frantically. Edward huffed in annoyance and laid his head on my chest and groaned.

"Make them go away. I just want one night alone with my wife."

"I'm always here for you to spend time with. Just as soon as we open the door and usher them in and out, the sooner you can be alone with me again."

"Fine."

I pull on a robe and Edward slips on some flannel pants and we walk down the stairs to open the door. On the doorstep was Esme and Carlisle, our Matty crying against my father-in-law's shoulder while Abby was asleep in her carrier.

"Matty missed you. He wanted to go home and be with his mama and daddy."

Edward smiled and took our crying two and a half year old from his father and brought him into the living room to calm him down. Esme handed me Abby and I apologized for Matty being fussy.

"It's alright, honey. It happens. God knows Edward was the exact same way when he stayed with my parents just so we could have a night to ourselves," Esme giggled. "I'm sorry we're intruding on your night together and interrupting… something." She winks and I blush.

"Leave the poor girl alone, Es," Carlisle playfully scolded.

"She knows I'm playing!"

"Really, it's fine. We'll get Matty to calm down and asleep and we'll continue our night if Edward's… in the mood, which I'll doubt. But just being together alone for a couple of hours was enough for us. Thank you so much for taking them tonight. We'll stop by maybe in the afternoon so you can spend more time with them."

"We'd love that, dear!"

I kiss both Esme and Carlisle's cheeks and bid them goodnight, before carrying my daughter into the living room. Edward was still bouncing Matty to calm him down. The screams had quieted down to whimpers and Edward was whispering, "It's OK, Matty. Mommy and Daddy are here. It's alright. Shh…"

"Want me to take him?" I ask.

"Mama…" Matty cried, reaching out for me. I smiled and took him.

"Hi baby." My son nudged his head into my neck and he stopped crying. I guess he just needed a mother's touch. I mouthed, "Sorry," to Edward, hoping he wasn't upset that Matty didn't want to be in his arms anymore. He just shook his head and pulled Abby out of her carrier. He noticed she needed a diaper change so he went upstairs to change her. I soothed Matty some more before he fell asleep and then carried him up to his room. I put him in his crib, kissing his head, and then turning on the baby monitor and leaving the room. I closed the door, leaving a crack, before making my way to Abby's room.

Edward was rocking her in the rocking chair, humming her lullaby. She was out cold, as usual when she was in her daddy's arms, and he hummed to her. I smiled at the sight. Edward lifted his head and blew a kiss at me, me catching it and pressing it to my heart. He then stood up and placed Abby in her crib, rubbing his hand along her head and kissed her cheek. He turned on her baby monitor and came back over to me. He hugged me to him and kissed me soundly.

"Thank you for being the mother to our angels, Bella. We got two amazing kids."

"Oh no… let's wait a few more years before we decide to bring in another. Abby is only a few months old and I kinda want to keep my body the way it is for a few more years before I'm a whale again."

He chuckled and whispers, "Who says we can't practice?"

"You and practicing making babies! Don't you ever take a break?"

"I'm insatiable for only you, baby. Only you."

I'm then lifted into the air and rushed to our room where all night we practice making babies. Right now I'm good with the two we already have, but I love the satisfaction I feel after Edward makes love to me over and over again.

All I know is that Edward and I ran to prove we were meant to be. I never had a doubt we weren't. We got to be together when others said we couldn't and I'm very happy with the life I have, the life I'm still living. I'm still running with Edward. I 'checked yes' when he asked me to be his and I am never looking back.

A.N.: THE END!

Another finished story in my book. I'm gonna miss this, but I'm not gonna be gone for long! I got two other stories to post, and I will soon - one's a one shot and the other was originally a one shot, but I split it into three really short chapters. So within a week or so I'll post one of them.

And of course I'm still writing and beta-ing for Ashley (Pandora's Box is Heavy). She's got a drabble posted now called Simply Meant To Be and is finishing up posting Southern Comfort. I hope you all have been checking both out! :)

I'm in the midst of writing a drabble, and like three multi-chaptered stories, so when those are finished I'll post :)

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