This is the last chapter. I'm so sad to be leaving this story, but it's time. They're all grown up!

Thanks for staying with me til the end of this one. I know it was a different kind of story, and the characters were hard to love at times. But your support and enthusiasm has meant the world to me. I hope I see you all reading The Game! If not, then maybe for the next one, yeah?

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I stared up at the iconic store front in shock, my eyes wide.

"Edward…no…" I started to say, shaking my head.

"Bella," he answered, cupping my face with his hand. "Yes."

"I don't need a fancy engagement ring from Tiffany's," I insisted. "I don't need a fancy engagement at all. I just need you. This…this is so sweet, but extravagant. I don't want you to blow money on an expensive ring when you should be saving up."

Edward sighed. "Bella," he repeated. "I've been saving up money since we started dating…the first time. Plus, even though it wasn't much, I have money from my inheritance left over." Edward's maternal grandfather had passed away in November, and although he was still estranged from his grandparents, he had been left a sizeable amount of money. First he had paid off his car payments, and now…he wanted to spend the money at Tiffany's.

"It's not necessary," I insisted, but I had to admit that I had grown up dreaming about this very moment.

"I know," Edward said, then ushered me inside the store.

We had only been engaged for a few days, but everyone was asking where the ring was. Edward admitted that the proposal hadn't exactly been planned, but that he felt the moment was right as we walked through Central Park on New Year's Eve. So maybe it was a little out of order, but we were picking the engagement ring and wedding bands out together, as an already engaged couple.

"What about this one?" Edward asked, his finger hovering over the display case.

"Good eye, sir," the salesmen said, taking the ring out of the case to show us. "This is the Novo. It's a round diamond set in platinum. That's a two carat diamond with the band made up of diamonds, as well."

I nodded, studying the ring carefully. "It's beautiful," I said honestly. "But I'm not sure about the round stone."

"How about an oval?" Edward asked, looking at the ring as well. "Look at this one." He pointed to another ring in the display case, and I had to hold in a gasp when I saw the ring he was pointing at.

"Ah, the Soleste," the salesman said, taking it out to show to us. "The center stone is two carats, and it has bead-set diamonds that surround the striking oval diamond. It's an unusual platinum design, but it is exquisite."

Edward looked at me, a crooked smile on his face. "Try it on, babe."

I took a deep breath and held my hand out as the salesman gave Edward the ring to put on my finger. He slid it on, and I couldn't hold back my grin. "It's perfect," I said quietly. "What do you think?"

"Perfect," Edward agreed, and then turned to the salesman. "We'll take it."

…

"Come on, Edward. You know you're not allowed to see the dress."

"That's a stupid old fashioned rule," Edward argued, leaning against the counter as I prepared dinner.

We had both had a long day at work, but when I mentioned that Rosalie wanted to take me dress shopping over the weekend, Edward had perked up.

"I know, but its tradition," I insisted. "Plus, I want you to be blown away when you see me on our wedding day."

"You blow me away every time I see you," Edward said, reaching for me. I laughed but wriggled out of his grasp. "Fine," Edward relented. "I just can't wait to see you."

…

Rosalie, Esme, and Renée sat in front of me at the bridal salon, flutes of champagne in their hands.

"Oh my god," Rosalie said. "Yes. Bella, oh my god. You look incredible. Don't even try on anymore. That is your dress."

I blushed, but I was thrilled. I had loved this dress from the moment I had seen it on the hanger, and I had hoped that they would love it just as much.

"You look like a princess," Renée said, wiping at her eyes.

"You look beautiful," Esme agreed.

It was a very romantic gown, with a natural waist and floral appliques over the top of the tulle skirt. I loved the lace cap sleeves and low cut back, and the row of small buttons going up the back of the gown. There wasn't anything about the dress that I didn't like. I loved all of it, and I thought that Edward would, too. I had only tried on three dresses before this one, but I really felt that I didn't need to try on anymore. This was it.

…

"I don't care about the venue, I just want it to be in the Hamptons," Edward said.

"Me too," I agreed. "But most of the venues my mother has suggested aren't actually in the Hamptons; they're just in the area."

Edward shrugged. "That's okay but…what about at the house?"

"Phil and Renée's house?" I asked, a little surprised. I hadn't thought of that before, but it was a good idea.

"Yeah. They wouldn't mind, would they? The property is huge; definitely big enough for a wedding. We could get married on the beach if the weather is nice, and have the reception both inside and outside. I think Renée would love having it there; she could have free reign over the planning, and then you wouldn't have to worry about all the technical stuff."

"That would be amazing," I said. "I can't wait to marry you, but honestly, all the planning is stressful. I'll gladly hand it over to my mother."

Edward laughed, leaning down to kiss me gently. "I can't wait to marry you, either. So, we'll ask Phil and Renée if we can have it at the house?"

"Yes," I said, and then kissed him again. "But when?"

"June 10th?" Edward suggested. "It's the anniversary of the day we first met."

"June 10th it is."

…

I looked at myself in the mirror, not really believing that this was really happening. It was almost like an out of body experience, seeing myself in my wedding dress. My hair was piled on top of my head in a messy updo with a delicate crystal headband and a matching pin holding my veil in place. For the first time, I really looked like a bride, and it was really sinking in that I was marrying the man of my dreams.

"You look perfect, Bella," Rosalie said from behind me. "Are you nervous?"

"Thank you. And yes, incredibly nervous," I said honestly. "But more excited than anything else. I can't believe this is happening. Thank you for being here with me."

"You were there for me on my wedding day, Bella. There's nowhere I would rather be than at your side today," Rosalie said.

Unlike at Rosalie and Emmett's wedding, I had decided that I didn't want to do group or couple photos with Edward until after the ceremony. I wanted the first time he saw me to be when I was walking down the aisle towards him on Charlie's arm.

I took my individual photos as well as photos with my bridal party before the ceremony, so by the time we were done taking pictures, I was practically chomping at the bit to walk down the aisle to Edward.

I held tightly onto Charlie's arm as the music started and we waited for our cue.

"Nervous?" Charlie whispered, a smile on his face.

"Now I'm just excited," I said, tightening my grip on my bouquet.

This was really happening.

Walking down the aisle towards this man was surreal, but also completely blissful. This is what we've been working towards, and now we really get to start our life together. We've been partners for a long time now, but being married was different, and it wasn't something we took lightly. We were already committed, obviously, but taking this step meant that we were going to be together for the rest of our lives.

Edward had tears in his eyes when I reached the end of the aisle, but so did I. I didn't take my eyes off of his the entire ceremony, and after we said our vows and were finally pronounced husband and wife, he kissed me in a way that made my toes curl and my heart soar.

…

"Rosalie is pregnant!" I squealed, running into Edward's arms as soon as he got the front door open.

"What?!" He asked, picking me up and squeezing me tightly. "That's amazing! They've been trying for a couple of months now, haven't they?"

I nodded as he put me down and kissed me as a greeting. "They have. But she just called and said they had a doctor's appointment today and she's already twelve weeks. She just kept getting false positives."

Edward followed me into the kitchen, where I had already started dinner, and tossed the mail onto the countertop.

We've been married for six months now, and we're happier than ever. Marriage is hard, but when you're both completely committed, it gets a little easier. We still have disagreements and fights, but at the end of the day, we want to be together and make our relationship work. Like Edward had said before, loving each other had never been our problem. We loved fiercely, but we also had to learn that marriage isn't just about love. But we are learning together, and the future is bright.

"When are we going to get one of those ourselves?" Edward asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"What, a baby?" I asked, laughing.

But Edward looked completely serious, and I paused. "Not yet," I said. "But I don't know…soon? What do you think?"

"Soon sounds good," Edward said, wrapping his arms around me. "But I want to enjoy us for a little while longer before we have a baby."

…

"Soon" ended up being more than three years. We were both head over heels in love with Henry, Rosalie and Emmett's little boy, but our plans for a baby kept getting derailed by work and personal problems. Our marriage hit a rough patch about a year in, which everyone said was normal, and we didn't feel like it was right to try for a baby while we were having problems. We returned to Jennifer, the counselor Edward and I had seen before, and luckily we were able to solve our major problems with communication and hard work.

Then, Edward finally got the promotion he had been working so hard for, and he was much too busy, and I didn't want to be stuck raising a baby by myself. My own promotion came a few months later, and the tables had turned.

But finally, we reached a point where we both felt ready to bring another person into our family. It didn't take much time after trying before I got pregnant, and when our baby was born, I feel even more in love with my husband.

…

"She's perfect," Edward whispered, cradling our daughter close to his chest. "I can't get enough of her."

"I know," I said, smiling. "I can't believe she's ours."

Edward smiled back at me, his eyes misty with tears. "We made a little person, Bella. Wow."

"Hello! Can we come in?" Rosalie's blonde head poked through the curtain in my hotel room, and her eyes immediately landed on the baby.

"Yes," I laughed, sitting up a little higher in bed. "Come in."

Rosalie and Emmett entered, laden down with flowers and balloons. "What's her name?" Emmett asked, placing the balloons on the table next to me before kissing my cheek.

"Nora," Edward said proudly, looking down at her. "Nora Elizabeth."

"That's beautiful," Rosalie said. "And she's beautiful. Wow, Bella, she looks just like you."

Edward frowned a little, looking down at Nora. "I thought she looked like me."

"It's a mixture," I said, rolling my eyes. "Give the baby to Rosalie, Edward."

Edward reluctantly handed her over, and then joined me on the hospital bed and put his arm around me. "When can we have another one?"

…

"Another one" came much sooner, with baby Anthony Edward joining us when Nora was almost two years old.

My parents doted on their grandchildren and spoiled them completely rotten, but the thing that surprised me most was the why Ed acted around his grandchildren.

He was arguably their favorite; always full of love and fun and cuddles. He took them to the zoo every time we visited the city, making sure to show them the sea lions that their father had always loved so much. He also spent a surprising amount of time at our house in Boston, where he loved babysitting the kids while Edward and I were at work or enjoying a date night.

We loved spending time with family, but our favorite thing by far was taking the kids to the small home we had bought in Southampton when Nora was five, Anthony was three, and our newest addition, Isla, was just a baby.

As the babies grew up, I loved sitting on the beach with Edward and watching them run around in the sand and splashing in the water. Sometimes Edward would chase them around the beach, making them scream and squeal until he finally caught them and they are dissolved into laughter.

We were lucky that we could spend our summers in the Hamptons while the kids grew up. Edward was able to work from home more often than not, and after Isla had been born I had left my job at the Institute of Contemporary Art and opened my own gallery in Boston. We were in our thirties now, but we were enjoying life together more than ever.

…

"Mommy, tell me the story again," Isla said, curling up in my lap.

"What story, baby?" I asked, stroking her curly hair. We were sitting out on the patio on a warm June evening. Edward and Anthony were looking through the telescope Ed had bought the kids, while Nora sat next to Isla and I with a book.

"You know," Nora interjected, shutting her book and cuddling against my side. "The story of you and daddy."

I laughed, hugging both of my girls. "I need your daddy to come help me with the story," I said. I loved to tell my children our love story, but I always insisted that Edward helped tell the story, too.

"Daddy!" Isla called, making Edward and Anthony look up from the telescope. "Come tell the story."

Edward laughed too, but he and Anthony quickly joined us. Edward picked up Nora without effort, putting her on his lap as he put his arm around my shoulders. Anthony rested against my other side, his cheek pressed against my arm.

"Are you ready?" Edward asked, reaching over and tweaking Isla's nose.

She giggled, but all three kids chorused, "Yes!"

"Well," I began, smiling over at my husband. "It all started one summer…"

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Well, folks, that's really it. Let me know what you thought? Thank you again for everything.