A/N: And now the epi... Anne... thanks for great prompts.

Epilogue 5 years later

BPOV

It was a rainy night when I learned that fairy tales do come true and it is possible to live happily ever after.

"One more push honey! You can do it!"

"Another one is coming. Get ready Bella."

My upper body was lifted by my mom while he held my hand and began to count in my ear.

"One, two, three…"

"AAARRRRRGGGGG!" I screamed as I felt my child finally exit my body. A moment of silence hung in the air until it was broken by the angry cry of my child.

"Baby A is a girl. Born at 1:02 am." Rattled off the doctor. I watched with anxious eyes as she was handed off to the nearest nurse. She was wiped clean, weighed and measured before a diaper was put on and she was swaddled in a warm blanket. I was going to ask to hold her when another contraction hit.

"I need to push!" I gritted out to anyone who would be listening.

"Just breathe right now, the baby is too high and I need to finish delivering the first placenta." The doctor turned back to whatever he was doing while the nurse at the head of the bed reminded me to breathe.

Panting I looked over at the love of my life. His wide beaming smile warmed my heart. The soft kiss on my forehead reminded me just how much I loved him.

"Love you, baby. She is absolutely beautiful" he whispered. Looking over to where our daughter waited for her sibling to be born. Her goop smeared eyes blinked lazily as she turned her head in our direction. Tears of love and pain spilled onto my cheeks.

"Next contraction, you push. OK?"

I nodded as I could already feel the tightening of my stomach and the nasty pain that started in my low back and wound its way across my gut. Once more I was propped up and I spent the next few minutes trying to bring another child into the world.

With another loud scream, I felt baby number two leave my body and seconds later an equally loud cry filled the room. At that wonderful sound, we all burst into tears. My mother kept kissing me, thanking me for making her a grandma. While my husband for the last five years stood in stunned wonder.

"Baby B is a boy and was born at 1:22 AM." Once more a nurse took the baby to do all the required measurements. Less than ten minutes later, two nurses walk over to place both babies on my chest. At first I worried that I wouldn't be able to hold them both, but as they were placed on me, they nestled into my arms like they were meant to be there.

"For now we will call them Baby Girl and Baby Boy Cullen until you name them. I'll check on you in the morning, Bella. Congratulations!" I barely responded as my attention focused on the tiny bundles in my arms.

Looking up at Edward I saw that he was transfixed on the twins. Tears fell unhindered down his cheeks as he ran a huge finger over the tiny noses of our children.

"I love you, Bella," he stated reverently.

"I love you, too," I replied before I sought out his lips for a gentle kiss.

"Can you share their names now?" asked my mother excitedly. In all the excitement of seeing the babies for the first time, I forgot that she was even there.

I laughed and then motioned for Edward to take his son. Struggling to sit more upright I shifted my daughter into one arm as I hoisted myself up. "Mom, this is Amelia Grace Cullen." I held the tiny girl up and my mom brushed a feather kiss on her forehead.

"This is Andrew Ray Cullen," murmured Edward as he introduced our son to his grandmother.

A few hours later found me lying in bed, wide awake. I should've been sleeping, but I couldn't quiet my brain. Edward was stretched out on the pullout bed fast asleep with Andrew on his bare chest. In the low light I could barely make out the tattoo that graced the skin over his heart, a blue circle resembling the HALO logo with my name written in the center.

All those years ago when I'd opened that simple box to see a sheet of HALO temporary tattoos with the note that it was my something blue, I knew. I knew it was Edward and it always had been. With that simple sheet of kid's tattoos I realized that I'd loved him as well from day one. I left Seth a note and found Edward sitting in his car a few blocks from the church.

What happened next were the craziest weeks of my life, but I don't regret a single moment. First Edward took me to some cheapo hair place where I got pink streaks in my hair. We were barely out of there when he dragged me down the street and I watched as he got the tattoo of my name.

I couldn't believe he was doing it. In fact I tried to talk him out of it several times. He just laughed at me and stated, "You're it for me, Bella. We'll make it. I know it!" His absolute confidence in me, in us, left me in awe of him. As I watched him get my name forever etched into skin, I began to feel the same faith in us that Edward had. We'd always found a way to stay in each other's lives even when we were hundreds of miles away from each other while in college. I also knew that if I needed Edward for any reason, he'd be there, come Hell or high water.

When the tattoo was done, he whisked me off to Vegas where we explored the new dynamic between us. We'd always been Edward and Bella, best friends. Now we had to figure out how to be Edward and Bella, lovers. Luckily for us, it came naturally to us, we fit together like puzzle pieces and this was just the next step toward who we were meant to be. It was amazing to hole ourselves up in our room and explore each other and our new relationship.

When our time in Vegas was drawing to a close, it was me that dragged him to the drive through chapel and we got married. Never once did he ask if I was sure, he just kissed me and made an honest woman out of me. When we got home, we had to deal with the clusterfuck that we'd left behind. But he was with me every step of the way. From when I talked to Seth and apologized, to when we told both sets parents that we were married and I was going to move with Edward who had gotten a job in Chicago.

The first few years were filled with Edward working his way up in Masen and Volturi, while I got a job as a nurse in the Geriatric Unit of Northwestern. We worked hard to make things work, we fought, but always made up before bed. We played as hard as we worked. And every year on our anniversary, we reminded ourselves that it was Edward and Bella as friends that helped us get to be the lovers, soul mates, husband and wife we were.

When we decided that we were ready to become parents, Edward took us on a babymoon where we practiced, a lot. When the test stick showed two pink lines eleven months later, he cried just as much as I did.

But it was the sight of him holding our newborn son that finally showed me, I no longer had to wait for my happily ever after, I was living it.

A/N: Soo... do you like it?

I want to thank Tiffany Vampmamma for all her hard work of putting together another awesome FAGE.

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