Hey guys, I know I promised one more chapter, so here it is (almost a year later :P)

I do not own Twilight, that honour belongs to the one and only, Stephinie Meyers.

Bella's Pov

I sat cradling my youngest child on the deck, watching Sahara jump and tackle my husband.

"My turn!" Cried Maleah, chasing after her sister and father. I watched as our two girls jumped and rolled on the ground with Sam, laughing.

"Can I help?" Came Jacob's voice. I looked up smiling, as he walked towards Sam and the girls. I smiled seeing Angie close behind, pushing the pram with their twin son and daughter.

"And here I was thinking, you may help me with the twins before you start running amuck with the girls." Ange said as Sahara and Maleah ran into Jacob's wide arms. I stood, holding our son Benjamin closely as Sam helped Angie with the pram. She gave me a hug, before peering down at our two week old boy.
"Ben is so cute, and man does he look like his father." Ange stated smiling at the little blue bundle. I smiled down fondly at my son. It had taken a third try to fall pregnant with him, but he was here now, and our family was complete. Sam joked about more, but I honestly couldn't see it. My family was already perfect.
"Just like his father and sister." I told her, peering down towards Maleah. No child looked like me. Sure, Sahara still had my eyes and hair, but everything else was her father. Maleah's eyes were as dark as her fathers, and her curls were are black as night. She had the native beauty of her Quileute ancestors. The only thing I could think she'd inherited from me, was her temper. She would scrunch up her nose and glare. Sam told me, he was doomed when she got older. He thought her to be as stubborn as her mother, and I had to agree.

"Aunty Angie, look, I have a loose teeth." Sahara said running up to her. Angie smiled, at my daughter.
"I do too!" I smiled as Maleah came running up the stairs, opening her mouth widely. Sahara frowned at her sister.
"No you don't! You always copy me!" I watched as she stomped her foot.
"I do not! You copy me!" I shook my head as the girls bickered. Sam walked over, scooping Maleah into his arms.
"You are still too little to lose your teeth. Soon, when you grow a little taller, your turn will come. Besides, I don't want you to grow quickly." He told her, holding her in his arms. I watched as she poked her tongue at her sister.
"Man, I do not look forwards to the twins arguing." Jake said looking at his babies. I smiled as I softly swayed Ben in my arms, holding him close.
"Jake, it's the little things like this that makes having a family worth it." I carefully placed Ben down in his baby bouncer. He loved to be swaddled up tightly and gently rocked. He was different to his sisters in this way.
"Yes, and you want more…." Angie said shaking her head at her husband. Jacob smiled.
"Well, one more couldn't hurt. Look at Paul and Rachel. They have three and are happy. So do these two." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at her.
"Yes, but Jared and Kim only have the one, and they seem very happy." Sam interjected. I sighed as Jacob pouted slightly.

"Take her side why don't you…"

"Besides, I think our hands are full already with these two." Angie said scooping out their son, Javie. She held him out to Jacob who sighed and took his son. I watched as Ange scooped up their daughter Mahlie. The twins were identical, which I liked. Both had Jacobs copper skin, with Ange's large smile. Their eyes of dark brown and a small soft nose. They were the perfect mix of both parents.

I smiled at my family; they were large and wide, but I couldn't help how happy I was. All of us together made me happier then I could explain. I loved every moment of Quileute life. I had everything I never thought I wanted, and all it took was for a wolf to imprint. Sam had given me everything. He had changed my life and there wasn't a moment I could think of, where I didn't want to be in his arms. He was in every way my lover, best friend and husband. He gave me passion that I would always fight for, and I never wanted it to end.

That night, laying in Sam's arms, I gently leant up, kissing him softly.
"I love you, husband." I whispered, looking into his deep dark eyes. He softly tightened his hold on me.
"And I love you wife. You have made me the happiest man in the world. I have you, my imprint, and three beautiful children. I could never want anything else." He pressed his mouth deeply to mine. I smiled, kissing back with equal passion. This was my world, and this was my life. I knew, as long as I had Sam, I had everything anyone could ever want.