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Epilogue

Three Years Later

Edward closes the door carefully behind him, not wanting to wake Bella up from her well-deserved sleep. Since two years ago, Bella's nightmares had completely disappeared in favor for more benign clairvoyant dreams and she'd taken the extra time to work hard on school, graduating six months early and taking online courses until Edward caught up to her.

Now, while Edward was training all day at his gym and taking MMA fights on the weekends, Bella was flourishing with her education, taking extra classes.

Her determination might have had something to do with their upcoming wedding.

Edward sneaks through their Seattle apartment as quietly as possible, slinking into the bedroom and into the bathroom, only taking a moment to admire the Bella-shaped lump beneath the white duvet of their large bed. He showers quickly, washing grime and someone else's blood off his body, turning off the water and reaching for a towel that…wasn't there.

Edward's soaking head peeks out of the shower, taking in Bella's smirking face, messy mocha hair and the thin blue-grey silk camisole and matching lace underwear she wore. God, her fucking legs.

"Uh, babe?" he says uncertainly, eying his towel in her unflinching grasp.

"Yeah?"

Edward quirks a brow at her tone, giving in and stepping out of the shower, completely comfortable to be nude in front of her – it wasn't anything she hadn't seen or enjoyed, after all.

Bella really appreciated his hours at the gym.

She moves closer to him, toffee eyes roving over his dripping body. "You'll get the bed wet if you don't dry off," Bella said with a click of her tongue, standing on the tips of her toes to vigorously dry Edward's hair.

He scowls, when she pulls back, the towel moving much slower over his chest and shoulders. "What did my hair ever do to you?"

Bella snorts, drops the towel, steps back with an inviting grin.

He succumbs to the chase she offers.

Moments later, Edward is hovered over her, knees straddling her hips, hands on either side of her head. He pulls back, admiring her heaving chest beneath her camisole, her flushed skin, her wide eyes, a shade darker than before. His hand moves, tenderly cupping the side of her face. "You're beautiful, you know," he murmurs, pressing his mouth on her neck, gently nipping at her skin. Breathing her in.

Bella opens her mouth, a loss for words; she doesn't speak, too distracted by the way Edward's mouth seems to be worshiping the skin of her shoulder, pulling against the thin strap.

The time for play was over, apparently.

Edward's hands move with a sure ease, tracing over her body, stripping her of lace and silk until her skin is pebbling beneath his strong hands – Bella gasps when his fingers pass through her folds, spreading slickness.

She grasps his shoulders as he sinks two fingers as far as they will go, smoothly curling them towards her belly and finding that spot, the one that made her crazy and explosive. He doesn't relent his pattern – tap, rub, tap, tap, circle, tap, rub.

"Please," she pleads.

His thumb presses against her clit and she's lost.

Then her knees are curled over his shoulders as he guides himself in, settling his narrow hips against her bottom.

Bella can almost feel him pulsing.

Her body is too sensitive, quivering beneath his strong hold. Edward moves slowly, smoothly, hitting the perfect spot with precision on each thrust, grinding his pelvic bone into her clit with every pass.

"You…must have got in," Bella gasps, her head tilting back when Edward's mouth ascends on her breasts.

He was always particularly amorous after he got good news.

"Going to Nationals, baby," he declares, speeding his thrusts, spreading her legs wider, relishing in the way she gripped the sheets of the bed, how her back arched, how her hips rocked up to meet his.

He wanted to fuck her into the mattress almost as much as he wanted to savor the feel of her wetness gripping him.

Edward figured he could have both.

His steady pace falters then speeds until the slapping of skin against skin echoes through the room. Bella releases a breathless moan, her back arching further, a flush spreading up her chest, her body sucking him in, gripping, tightening against his flesh. "Fuck! Yes, come for me, Bella…fucking come-"

"Edward!"

He groans in response to her voice, dipping his head to breathe against her mouth, pressing a sharp bite into her shoulder, soothing it with his tongue.

He curses as he comes, pressing his body as deep as possible into hers.

Slowly, Bella and Edward detangle, limbs sliding against each other as they settle in the bed, Bella using his chest as a pillow.

"Sorry I woke you up," Edward says after a moment.

Bella yawns. "I don't mind," she promises. "Nationals?"

"Yeah," Edward grins. "Think you'll be able to make it?"

Glittering toffee eyes gaze up at him. "Considering I'll be your wife by then, you can guarantee it."

Edward presses a lingering kiss against her kiss-swollen mouth. "Love you."

Bella feels the cool metal of her engagement ring pressing into the skin of her hand as she kisses Edward – she was in constant awe of this brash, beautiful, moody, sweet man, the man who saved her from her own personal hell. "I love you, too," she whispers, taking a moment to pause. "…Daddy."

For a second, he doesn't react.

And then, Edward's hands are on Bella's hips, rolling her onto her back so he can press his face against her stomach. "Really?"

Bella digs her fingers into his hair. "Doctor Dad confirmed it," she tells him, referring to his father who was also over the moon about the news of his first grandchildren; his relationship with his son had healed a lot in three years.

Edward kisses her stomach eagerly. "I fucking love you," he tells her stomach, looking up at Bella happily. "I love you," he murmurs, kissing her stomach, then kissing down, lower and lower until Bella can barely manage cohesive thoughts to reply back.

A/N: Yep. It's really the end. I never intended for this story to be very long in the first place and I'm satisfied with how it ended. Figured Bella didn't need any more violence and Edward beating up Charlie wouldn't have been good for her.

And how sexy would MMA Edward be? *fans self*

Superawesome virtual hugs to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited! This has been an amazing ride with you guys!

As always, be brutally honest. I can take it.

~cupcakeriot