A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry this took two weeks to post, I've just been SO busy with studying and other things life requires me to do. Yes, this is the last EVER chapter of the Confessions series and I do believe it is a very original epilogue. Read, it and you'll see what I mean, and even then, if you don't understand, just review me and let me know. So ONE LAST TIME, REVIEW PLEASE!!!!

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The Talk

Today was the twenty second of November. It was on this day, sixteen years ago that my husband and I became proud parents of two beautiful children. It also happened to be exactly one week prior to their Prom night.

Inevitably, this meant only one thing; the sex talk.

"Carlie! Paris!" I yelled from my seat beside my husband who looked as tense as I felt.

I shook the horrid thoughts out of my mind and comforted myself, "It'll be fine; we have great kids." I said as my soul mate squeezed my hand.

"So were we, but we didn't listen" Edward said wryly.

I shook my head vehemently, refusing to rebuke since the twins came to a fluid stop in front of us.

"Yes?" They asked in unison, something you can only pick up while having a twin.

"Please sit, we have something to say" Their father gestured for them to take their seats on the black sofa opposite us.

Two pairs of green eyes stared in ours, as if challenging us to speak the wretched words. Edward and I squirmed in our seats, silently begging one another to start the conversation.

Paris and Carlie shared a conspiring look; of course they knew what this was about.

"You are both now sixteen years old; intelligent and fine-looking young adults who must realise the importance of responsibility." I started, breaking the ice.

Both of them bit their lips from laughing; in some ways they were so alike, you'd think they shared the same mind, but at other times, there was a world of difference between them. Carlie was the spitting image of her father; bronze hair with perfect curls from her grandfather Charlie, the same bright emerald eyes and an assertive and outgoing personality who also happened to be a daddy's girl. No wonder Edward was finding this so difficult.

Paris was like me in except for the height and sparkling candy apple eyes. He was tall and lean with a shock of brown hair and the same uneven top lip like mine and was betrothed with the similar shyness and love for books that I had.

"We realise that with the Prom-" Edward grimaced at the word "-coming up, you may start dating. However, you know the ground rules and your curfew which must be obeyed. We advise you against doing anything rash, because you will suffer the consequences" He finished sternly, staring down both children whose lips were still twitching.

Well I couldn't blame them; I found this funny at their age too.

"And I'm sure you're aware of the effects of drugs, alcohol, sex and teen pregnancy" I added but my voice broke at the end.

"MUM!" Carlie said, outraged whereas Paris simply snickered.

"Okay. Okay nearly done. Just one more question…" I trailed off looking helplessly at Edward.

He looked right back at me, as unwilling as I. We both stared each other off, before my eyes began to water and I blinked. I sent my loving husband one last glower.

"Areyouvirgins?" I squeaked.

If I didn't know what I was asking, I don't think I could have understood a word if it myself.

Beside me, Edward closed his eyes, rocking back and forth slightly, probably imagining a less awkward time.

"Are. You. Virgins?" I asked slowly and carefully, enunciating each word just for the sake of it.

Edward's eyes fluttered open when a set of feet stomped on the floor; Carlie was standing on the sofa with her jaw dropping.

"Always the theatrical one, my baby girl" Edward murmured.

"Of course I am! What did you think?" She asked angrily.

Edward and I smiled happily; it was Carlie we were more worried about, not to sound sexist or anything.

Paris flushed pink, presumably with chagrin after laughing at his dramatic sister.

"Mum, Dad, I am so sad, the only girls I step in a two mile radius of are these two" He mumbled and pointed to Carlie and I.

"Aww Paris honey! You're not sad – simply reserved." I ran to my son and hugged him tightly.

"My point" he muttered as I squished him to me.

"Don't worry son, give it another year or so; that's what I did." Edward ruffled Paris's hair and looked away awkwardly.

"Your dad was like that – very popular with the girls" I smiled wickedly.

"But your mother is my only woman" Edward smiled at me and kissed me softly.

"Eww! Enough with the PDA!" Carlie yelled with disgust.

Too bad; Edward and I were always up for PDA.

Shop-till-you-drop

Friday afternoons were my time of bliss. I'd get settled on the large sofa in front of the flat screen and have a TV marathon along with a two point five litre coke bottle and a bowl of buttered popcorn enjoying my half day. Carlie had after school basketball and Paris went to watch a movie with Chris and Liam – Emmett and Rosalie's sons who were a year or two younger than Paris. Of course, Edward was at the hospital – as always. As soon as the opening credits of Desperate Housewives began, a screaming Carlie entered the room, drenched in sweat in her basketball kit.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, feeling a little irked that my alone time was interrupted by a very smelly Carlie.

"I will DIE of embarrassment!" She screeched with anger.

Suddenly, a dancing Alice and her annoyed looking daughter Nina walked into the room, smiling brightly.

"Aunt Alice dragged me out of practise in front of everyone!" My daughter explained.

"Alice" I chided.

"Yes, hello to you too. Too bad, we're well overdue for some girl time. Get ready and we'll be going. And Carlie, honey, you need deodorant" Alice said and pulled me off the sofa while ushering Carlie to the bathroom.

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Half an hour later, we were traipsing around Seattle Mall with Alice flinging clothes at us from every direction.

"Mum, I am NOT wearing pink!" Nina yelled at her mother and then snatched the offending garment and flung across the shop.

My best friend sighed in resignation; her daughter was exactly how she didn't want her to be.

"Your father is a bad influence on you" She commented.

So Alice had taken to blaming Jasper for his supposed bad genes, although I don't see how taking massages and facials make you excessively masculine.

She thrust a purple dress into my hands and insisted that I try it on.

"I'm thirty eight!" I hissed after seeing how inappropriate it was.

"I'm sure Edward would love it" Alice wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"My daughter is right there!" I snapped at her, making her smirk.

"Too bad I heard all of that. Thanks ladies; I'm scarred" Carlie called over to us.

This was NOT happening. I covered my hands with my face.

My daughter decided she hadn't mortified me enough.

"Oh buy the fucking dress! You know you cant wear that dress in five years' time."

"Language! I cannot believe you have the nerve to use such profanity!" I chided.

Carlie stared at me incredulously, "So what's with the swearathon with Uncle Emmett then?" she smirked.

I tried to think of a come back but I couldn't, "You have a point" I said, defeated.

After a moment of silence I said, "Just don't do it in front of you father."

We continued to walk around the mall, me buying unnecessary underwear and Carlie buying enough bras to open up her own shop. Alice and Nina seemed to have bought every mini skirt in sight.

"A hot pink bra!" Carlie shouted excitedly, "I haven't got one of those yet!"

"Do you really need it? Besides it looks a bit big for you" I said.

Carlie slowly locked her emerald eyes with mine and pulled a serious expression.

"Are you measuring my chest with your eyes? 'Cause I gotta say, mum that's disturbing in every manner."

My mouth dropped open and my cheeks were a flaming red. My children were far too witty fro their own good.

Next we headed to the food court since Nina claimed she was as hungry as the fasting Muslims of the Middle East.

Beside me, Carlie tensed.

"What's wrong?" Alice and I asked worriedly.

She didn't reply and her gaze was fixed on a…boy.

NO! She was too young! Perhaps not, but still!

"Carlie Neyha Cullen!" I snapped and pulled her along.

She numbly followed me but I knew her mind was anywhere but here.

Nina leaned around her small mother and smirked at Carlie, "Shane Black? Nice."

Carlie snapped out of her gaze and briskly walked to the McDonalds counter.

"Ooh, I think he's hot" Alice laughed as she caught sight of the boy. I was not impressed.

"You're married. Nina, who is he?" I asked.

"Your friend Jacob Black's son. He's a junior and damn, he's good-looking!" She said and elbowed her mother.

Jacob's son…that wouldn't be too bad.

He had Jacob's black hair and large body but Nessie's pale skin and brown eyes; honestly, he was good looking.

As we approached the food court, we saw that Carlie was talking to someone. Shane. Her cheeks were a faint pink just like her father's when he got flustered; she looked incredibly cute. She smiled shyly and he swiftly kissed her cheek and walked away.

What just happened?

Alice ran towards my daughter and demanded to know all the details immediately.

"He asked me to Prom…and I said yes" She blushed and looked at me for permission.

I smiled shakily in agreement.

My little girl was growing up.

Stop, stop, and don't shop!

There was one thing that was nagging me, but I constantly pushed it to the back of my mind. The chances of it occurring were very slim, but I couldn't help but wonder about it. Now, I'm not saying that he can't do it; he's just apprehensive about it.

"A penny for your thoughts?" A soft voice interrupted my fretting.

I looked up to find my loving wife, gazing at me with adoration. It astounded me that, even sixteen years later, we loved each other just like newly weds. Over the years, she had matured, but not aged; her waist length hair was now cut in elaborate layers just below her shoulders, and her round face had become more defined. Her eyes were the ever warm chocolate hue, still young and alive as was her tendency to blush at everything.

I took her in my arms and smiled ruefully, contemplating whether to share my concerns or not. However, we were married, and marriage meant not secrets.

"I was wondering about Paris…" I trailed off, gauging Bella's reaction.

A sudden excitement lit her eyes and she was eager for me to go on, "What were you thinking?"

"Paris and Prom" I answered.

"And..." Bella prodded her grin growing wider.

I scrutinized her face, confused at the strange happiness.

"Do you know something I don't?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Maybe" She answered dubiously.

We had a stare down; with me trying to get the news out of my wife, and my wife trying to get my thoughts out in the open.

"Okay fine! Paris actually got a date!" Bella squealed in excitement; you'd think she was the one who just got asked out by her long time crush. "And well, so did Carlie" She mumbled.

"WHAT?!" I yelled and jerked back a metre with shock.

"Oh Edward, come on, we were that age once too. And it's Jacob and Nessie's son" Bella persuaded and then kissed me passionately.

My will was crumbling; I knew that if Carlisle and Esme stopped me, I wouldn't be anywhere near Bella.

"Fine, but strict rules will be enforced and I must meet this young man" I hedged.

Bella's answering smile was blinding.

This news was exactly what was nagging me.

I know that Paris is my son, and I know he is a very handsome young man, but I didn't know he had that much courage! In fact, I was relying on his shyness to get out of buying him a car for Prom and his date.

Damn.

"Wow! Who gave him the pep talk?" I asked jokingly.

"Me! I convinced him so sum up the courage; you only graduate high school once" Bella said proudly.

My wife was more of a coach than I thought she was.

"I'm impressed" I nodded approvingly.

"You know what this calls for?" Bella asked eagerly.

"What?"

"Shopping!"

--

Yes, that very word coming out of Bella's mouth shocked me too. It looked like Alice had finally gotten to her, after thirty years of persuasion; Alice was dolling up Bella ever since fourth grade, apparently.

So now, we were all standing in Seattle Mall, with the majority of us thinking of being in better places.

By all of us I mean Alice, Emmett, Bella, Carlie, Paris and I.

Emmett insisted he come, since he wanted to help in the car field, even though Rosalie would be way better. I think he just wanted to make fun of us, like he always does. If we had come without Alice, we would all be dead and buried by the time she found out, and besides, she was a fashion designer so she would know about all the tuxedo trends, or whatever they called it. Bella wanted to come to give a female opinion and just take a look at all the potential dresses for Carlie and Nina while Paris was pretty much the whole reason we were here. And I? I was here because I was such a push over thanks to my wife kissing me senseless and my sister giving me heartbreaking puppy dog eyes. Tragic, really.

So you ask where are the rest?

Rosalie and Jasper are having sibling time, even though they don't really need it since we meet up every weekend. However, they're also babysitting – their own fifteen year old children.

Nina, Chris and Liam were at home with their mother/father/uncle/aunt.

And to be honest, I have no idea what they were doing; perhaps they were awkwardly watching American Idol, with Simon Cowell scrunching his face up in distaste at every person who auditions, or maybe they were baking cookies, with Chris and Liam pelting raw dough at Jasper's face.

Alice dragged us into a large, fancy department store which had nearly everything we needed.

"Let's just get everything and then leave" I suggested.

Alice looked at me, horrified and then dramatically slapped her hand onto her mouth. "Edward, how could you say that?! We will only buy what we think is the best!"

I sighed.

"OH MY GOD!" Carlie yelled and swung a long black dress off the hook.

This was not happening.

"I haven't even seen you try it on but it's perfect!" Alice trilled and pushed Carlie into a changing room while Bella smiled…like an idiot.

Meanwhile, Emmett, Paris and I trudged over to the Men's section and half-heartedly looked at the tuxedos.

"This one will make your butt look big; trust me, I have experience" Emmett warned touching a glossy looking dinner jacket and trousers.

"This one looks like something from Grandpa Carlisle's era" Paris commented on a grey suit with large lapels.

"True" I nodded and remembered the pictures of Carlisle and Esme's wedding with them looking young and gorgeous – and incredibly funny.

Soon, we were laughing and joking around with the various styles and colours which varied from tight leather jackets to hot pink tuxedos.

A strange rap song began playing overhead, loud and obnoxious and reminded me of my days in Seattle Hospital and spending the day with aspiring 'Fifty Cents.'

"Alright! Alright! Okay, okay! I don't dance – no way! I get my Louis rag and wing round in the air; I take my Gucci rag and swing it round in the air!" Paris and Emmett began yelling along with the song. I could feel myself flushing pink with embarrassment as my son and best friend wiggled their backsides in my face.

"Stop, please" I requested them calmly.

This only roused them more and they screamed the lyrics out to the already disturbed people, "Alright! Alright! Okay, okay! I don't dance – no way! I get my Louis rag and wing round in the air; I take my Gucci rag and swing it round in the air!"

"Emmett, I know Paris is an unstable teenager who is going through rough times of music taste, but what's your excuse?"

My burly friend laughed it off and claimed that "he had children too."

Sure didn't look like it.

Seemed like they only knew the chorus.

Chris and Liam should have been there; they were the only ones who could control their father.

Or maybe not.

"PLEASE! If you have any dignity left will you please stop the dirty break dancing!" I hissed as I tore Paris away from Emmett's huge figure.

Unfortunately, I was nearing middle age where your strength is nothing compared to your sixteen year old son's who pushes you off like a piece of dirt.

I scanned the area to see a group of women laughing and nudging each other in the perfume and make up corner and I slowly edged away from the offenders. Thankfully I saw Bella who was also looking Emmett and Paris's way with wide eyes but I couldn't tell whether she wanted to laugh or cringe.

"Save me!" I begged Bella who was flanked by Carlie and Alice.

Alice and Carlie laughed in harmony, my daughter's laughter not as high but beautiful all the same. I slung one arm around Bella and one around Carlie who clutched Alice for support.

Alice flung out her fancy phone and began taping the candid video laughing hysterically as the two dancers were lost in their own world while parading with bow ties, normal ties and cufflinks in their informal attire.

Alice's phone buzzed and se attended it, "Hello...Hey Jasper…is Nina okay…and the boys…Rosalie?"

"Are you sure there are no guys in her room? Have you checked in the last fifteen minutes? No? Go then!" Alice ordered.

Bella gave her a wry look.

"Yeah I told Jasper to check up on Nina and he got all angry – apparently if there was a guy in her room, he'd be dead by now, although I do think that's harsh" Alice shook her head and Bella nodded.

"It's not harsh at all; I would to the same in Carlie's case" I defended my other best friend and unconsciously pulled Carlie closer to me.

"You two are overprotective" Alice scowled.

"Yeah!" Carlie joined in.

I shook my head vehemently; they just didn't get the point – our sisters, daughters, mothers and wives were the most important women in our life, we can't bear to think anything wrong about them.

"Just because I'm letting you go to prom with a date doesn't mean you have to push it" I warned.

"Too bad, when I get my boyfriend you'll just have to put up with him" Carlie said smugly.

My eyes widened, "No. No way at all. Forget it."

"Pfft…you'll come around daddy." My daughter looked up at me from her thick fringe of lashes and locked her scorching eyes with mine.

Damn Cullen genes; we were all too persuasive – now I knew what Bella meant by the hypnotic eyes.

I looked away and caught another turn of events with Emmett and Paris.

Paris was jamming' with his uncle when his eyes caught something. He abruptly froze and slapped Emmett's huge head into the corner of the store in the men's section and leaped into the corner after him.

"Ooh..ouch! Get off me you son of a…" Emmett hissed.

"Go on; say what you were about to. By the way my dad's right outside" Paris said smugly. My son makes me proud.

Emmett backed down and Paris's gaze fell back on the something…on a girl!

I grinned like crazy.

"It's Ellen!" Carlie exclaimed and bounded off to the blonde haired girl.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and Bella, sensing my disconcertion, began to explain, "She's Paris's date; they're in the same school and Alice and I happen to know her mother, Mrs. Duncan – she's very nice"

I sighed; my kids were growing up, and before I would know it, they'd be out of the house.

Back to the present.

Carlie came back and babbled to Alice about Ellen who was as pink as Bella when she caught sight of Paris who looked oddly rigid as he smiled across the floor. I only realised later that he was pushing against Emmett who was hidden in the rows of tuxedos behind him.

Thankfully, Paris played along and bought the first tux Alice suggested, not wanting to disobey his knowing aunt and Carlie was content with the black and rather revealing at the back dress. Alice saw my distaste and patted my arm reassuringly.

"Chillax Edward" She'd said.

So I'd 'chillaxed.'

We were now standing inside a car showroom, waiting for the official papers to be printed, proving our purchase at Seattle Motors.

Of course, the car was still under my name.

Edward Cullen.

We had trailed around the vast showroom, identifying the positive and negative aspects of each vehicle; however, none caught our sight, or well in particular, mine.

Bella was keen on huge red Chevy truck, but Jasper, who was on the phone at the time said that if Paris drove it, he'd look gay and if Carlie drove it, she'd look too scary. So that was out.

Alice wants everyone to be like her, so she recommended the yellow Porsche parked at the front of the building. Rosalie, who was next on the phone, said that since Paris and Carlie were Bella's children, they were bound to be clumsy and that clumsiness with Porsches was unaffordable.

Emmett suggested the Mercedes; saying a bit of class couldn't kill anyone, which was unusual for him since he drives a huge ugly jeep like an angry bear most of the time. Unsurprisingly, Carlie and Paris declined the offer.

The twins insisted on the Ferrari but were told that we weren't made out of money. Although we did have quite a lot in excess, I wasn't about to tell them that; then the Ferrari would have been in the bag.

And what did I suggest?

Guess.

A Volvo! They are strong, sturdy, graceful, good value, I could go on…

However, I was met with a harsh "NO!" from everyone else. I just didn't understand, what was wrong with them?

"We're not Edward clones" Carlie muttered angrily.

Nice to know my children love me.

So, as we were making our way home, a little miffed and annoyed at each other, we saw a great car. It was like the spotlight was only on that car.

And I couldn't believe I actually wanted them to buy it. Maybe it had something to do with me driving it as well.

"Edward, you're not serious are you?" Bella asked incredulously.

I was serious.

"I am. Absolutely" I replied.

And that brought us to a round circle; I had blown off $100,000 on a car for my kids. Luckily there wasn't much of a dent in my bank account.

An Aston Martin Vanquish S.

My children better love me now.

The Night After Prom

I was so relieved; there were no words to describe my feelings. Bella and I had sat up together, dutifully and waited six hours until Paris and Carlie returned home from their Prom.

I was worried about three main things: Carlie and Shane Black, who actually seemed very happy and content together, Paris and the innocent Ellen and finally, my one day old Vanquish.

First came a euphoric Carlie, beaming all around with an equally happy Shane, who I had to admit looked more like a model than a child. He was lively and protective like Nessie and outgoing like Jacob, and I couldn't help but think he wasn't that bad. Carlie even had the nerve to kiss him at the door!

Next came the purr of my beloved car, even though Bella and I only took it out for a few minutes. I kissed Bella in earnest as I saw the car come home in one piece – I was so happy; I had to express it somewhere.

Finally, out stepped a flushed, dishevelled and rather pleased Paris. Maybe that Ellen wasn't so innocent.

"You had sex in the new car!" Bella yelled and then dramatically collapsed onto my arm.

The smug face was wiped off immediately and shocked crossed his face.

"Mum! How horny are you! No, I just had an eventful goodbye…" Paris trailed off and then flushed.

"Oh" Bella said, and I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment.

Well I certainly didn't disappoint her that night.

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The succulent smell of steak, pasties, vegetables and mash potatoes wafted through the room, making my mouth water. I lifted my newspaper back to my face, trying to avoid the delicious smells diffusing around me. Bella was too good a cook for her own good.

Carlie lounged on the sofa opposite me, unfazed by the mouth watering scent as she openly ogled some random actor on television. At least he wasn't real – in our world.

The radio blasted from the kitchen, random songs travelling through the airwaves as Paris and Bella sang obnoxiously and banged wooden spoons in the pans. It was strange that Paris was such a fan of cooking but then again once Bella told him that the women love it, his intentions were much clearer.

The bell rang, low and loud and a united front of groans erupted from everyone – all of hated getting the door. Soon we'd have to set up a rota.

Paris literally waltzed out of the room in an apron and white hair thanks to the flour flight he and Carlie had earlier and flung open the door.

Rosalie slid in, flanked by Liam and Chris and Emmett behind her.

"Paris! Even in such a state, you look dashing!" She said.

"Thanks Aunt Rose. You look great too" Paris replied politely.

Rosalie scowled at me and I scowled back; it was our own form of greeting. Sometimes we slipped up on our civility.

Emmett made a beeline for the kitchen and then cam out, stacked with beer cans from the fridge. My mouth was suddenly dry. He moved Carlie to the side by bashing his hip with hers, causing her to fly off the edge.

"ARGH! You are SO annoying!" She screeched.

Emmett only smirked in return, "That's why you love me baby!"

I glared at him while Carlie stomped off.

Chris, Liam, and Paris laughed at something and then headed upstairs.

Next, Jasper, Alice and an unusually feminine Nina entered the house air kissing everyone on the way. It looked like Nina's grimace was carved on her face.

"Ooh, beer!" Jasper's eyes lightened up as he snagged a beer from Emmett's lap.

I switched the large TV on and we settled into the baseball game.

"Why the ugly face?" I asked Nina whose grimace had deepened even more.

She looked at me in disbelief; it was obvious why she was so pissed – pink and Nina did not go together.

"I hate pink" She answered simply and turned to Carlie and began snickering about something.

Emmett laughed heartily and snapped open a can of beer.

"I'm so glad Uncle Emmett isn't my dad; he's so bad" Carlie and Nina glared at Emmett. At least his boys didn't like that of him, I think.

Suddenly, Emmett shakily put the can down on the coffee table and sighed, his eyes staring blankly at the TV.

"You alright?" Jasper asked cautiously.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" Emmett brushed it off.

Jasper and I smiled with pleasure; at least we were good enough fathers.

We began talking about my less than intelligent purchase; the Vanquish standing outside.

"Now that car – I wasn't expecting" He laughed and picked up the fancy keys on the coffee table and began twirling the around suggestively.

"Don't worry, we'll drive it after lunch" I promised.

Eventually, dinner was set with Bella and Alice looking even jumpier than ever as each large dish was laid on the table. We had joined two tables together just so everyone could sit together – we were very family people.

The dinnertime chit chat flowed easily through all of us, as we laughed and joked from things about our new Vanquish to Nina's pink hair tie. However at one point Emmett and Rosalie shared a worried look and then turned to us, clearing their already clear throats.

"We have something to tell you…" Rosalie began.

Everyone froze; even a fork clattered noisily onto a plate signifying the tense moment.

"Well, we know it's really late and everything, but we still wanted to; Rosalie is pregnant." Emmett announced proudly.

That's why he was so upset and the girls' comment!

I smiled widely and patted him on the shoulder, "I am happy for you, man"

He smiled back and his eyes glided over to where Carlie and Nina picked at their food, with guilty faces. They looked up.

"Sorry, Uncle Emmett; you know we were just annoyed – we didn't mean any of it." They apologised.

"It's okay, I forgive you. And by the way it is a girl!" He grinned.

I raised my eyebrows and everyone turned to look at him.

"You spoilt the whole surprise!" Rosalie slapped him on the head.

He shrugged and leaned in to kiss her, and everyone promptly looked away.

Then, the doorbell rang.

"You invited your parents as well? They're kinda late though" Jasper noted.

"No, no we didn't invite them" Bella shook her head and then went to get the door.

We waited in tense silence.

Bella returned with two tall boys in tow.

Carlie and Nina blushed.

My eyes widened.

Jasper exploded.

Well, he didn't explode in the literal sense, but he did create quite a ruckus. His face puckered up and went periodically red, the waves of antagonism emanating from him in great doses. Everyone else shrank back, and Nina, well she looked like her entire life was flashing in front of her.

"Who is this?" Jasper gritted out, no trace of the usual calmness.

There was an audible gulp, "Daddy, this is Cameron" Nina introduced.

We smiled at him politely while Jasper continued to glare.

"Good afternoon sir, sorry to interrupt your lunch but I'd like to take your daughter to lunch, if that is okay with you" He spoke formally, his blonde hair falling into his golden eyes.

Jasper was taken back by the politeness.

Alice looked at him eagerly, and jumped up and down in her seat, hissing 'yes' and 'please.'

A huge sigh later, "Alright, but have her back by six and give me your phone number"

There were hoots all around.

Next, came the delicate issue of my daughter, who only smiled angelically, with a knowing look on her face.

Bella's pleading eyes were unbearable, but she knew I would cave in. I hated my wife and daughter for making me such a pushover.

"Good afternoon Mr. Cullen, is it okay if I take Carlie out too?" Shane Black asked.

"Go on" I said reluctantly "And it's Edward"

Shane smiled happily and carefully wound his arm around Carlie, treating her like a fragile glass.

Maybe he wasn't that bad of a guy after all.

And amidst all the chaos, turmoil, tears and pain, there was another substantial part named happiness. With Bella by my side, nestled into my arm and gazing at me lovingly, with the knowledge that my children were growing up and experiencing new things everyday and with my friends surrounding me, with the same elated faces, I knew that I felt loved, worthy and content.

So, despite all the confession, declarations and issues, we lived happily ever after.

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