I'm somewhat sad (but happy coz of the sequel!) that this is the last chapter ever of Changes *sniff*. This chapter will be quite short

Thanks to Rhoddy (still one more chapter though!) and TwilSpn2307 for the reviews! Thanks also Rhoddy for adding moi to Author Alerts, and sweetgirl239 for adding Changes to their Story Alerts! Appreciate it guys!! :D

I'm kinda sorta really happy; coz the guy I like actually knows my name! I'm a little bit annoyed coz I have PE and Geo with him, and sat across from him in Geography all term! Plus he's in the other Maths, Science and English class, so I see him everyday, and he only found out my name today! But it's all good :D!

Disclaimer: I forgot to do one last chapter so I don't own Twilight or any quotes used, etc. But I pre-ordered the Special Limited 2 Disc Edition of Twilight so YAY! I live in NZ, so it only came out in theatres on Christmas Day and the DVD is coming out on April 22! YAY ME!

Changes

Chapter 16 – Unexpected

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Smiling, she kissed Andrew, her lips opening as their tongues danced. The kiss deepened and soon she was being carried into the bedroom. She pulled away grinning.

"Remember last time this happened? When you got carried away?" she asked, eyeing the bed.

"I do, and Esme forgave me. I bought a new set don't worry," he said, kissing the hollow of her throat. Last time this had happened, he'd accidently destroyed the bed, ripping through the sheets, shredding the top of the mattress. Esme had forgiven him, while Emmett, Jasper and Edward had almost killed themselves laughing. The Volturi had come while they were on their honeymoon, and now they were living in an extension off the Cullens house. Andrew had told her he had a surprise for her later, which had led to this. Laying her down on the bed, he kissed her gently, grinning.

The door burst open. "I'll come back later then," Alice said, spinning out of the room as soon as she entered. They both groaned, the moment ruined.

"Alice!" Andrew growled, sitting up.

"You called?" Alice was sitting next to Cassidy in the next instant. Cassidy glared at her, wanting nothing more than a little privacy. She grinned back.

"Esme says it's ready," she chirped and bounced out the door. Andrew's grin returned, and he lifted Cassidy off the bed. Placing her feet gently on the bed, he stood behind her, holding his hands over her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, walking forwards.

"You know how I said I had a surprise for you?" he asked, as she nodded.

"Well, Esme has been helping me, but it's finally ready. Keep your eyes closed," he said, lifting her in his arms and running. She kept her eyes closed, trusting him. The breeze stooped, and he set her feet lightly on the ground.

"You can open your eyes now," he whispered into her ear. She grinned and slowly opened her eyes. Turning around, her jaw dropped. Literally.

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In front of her, nestled in a clearing in the forest was a little cottage. It looked exactly like the cottages of Carmel-By-The-Sea. The sloping roofs were covered in shingles, and a wooden fence surrounded the front garden, which was overflowing with greenery and flowers. Pale yellow walls were dotted with large windows, green frames hugging them. A single light hung over the wooden door, illuminating a welcome mat. It was beautiful. She stared at it, drinking it all in. Gentle fingers lifted her chin, closing her gaping mouth. She grinned.
"You built me a cottage?" she asked, turning around.
"Emmett and Jasper helped build it. Esme, Alice and Rosalie helped decorate it. Do you want to look inside?" he asked happily, his eyes filled with joy at her response. She nodded enthusiastically, almost dragging him into the house. Opening the unlocked door, she stopped, looking around.
In front of her, was a staircase, framed pictures travelling up the light blue walls, a door beside it. A covered table was tucked into the corner, on top of a honey-coloured wooden floor, next to an open door. On it was a lamp, a vase filled with lavender flowers and pictures of them together. She loved it.
Andrew's hand intertwined with hers, leading her to the door beside the table. She passed through a small cloakroom. A mantle place was on her left, hooks on its front, coats already hung up. More photos were placed on the top, and hung up. His hand gently pulled her through to the next room. Her eyes and grin widened.
It was the kitchen. The wide, white beams on the ceiling contrasted with the dark wooden floor. Low backed, cushioned bar stools were assembled around a polished island, a cream-coloured plate rack above it. Potted plants were dotted along the windowsill. Turning, she saw the dining room. A wire, garden style chandelier hung above the wooden table. Candlesticks and potted ferns made up the centerpiece. Red wicker chairs were tucked under the table. Stepping onto the soft, beige carpet, she noticed the white wicker chairs in the lounge, covered with plaid blue and white cushions. French doors led out into the backyard. She took it all in. She could imagine their children running through those doors, covered in mud, showing them something they'd discovered. She smiled at the thought.

"I know. I can see it too," he whispered in her ear. She smiled widely.

"Now, I have a few more rooms to show you," he said, already leading her out of the room. He led her back past the stairs, into the other room.

It reminded her of the beach, everything was light and fresh. A white couch was against the bay window, which looked out into the front yard. Along one wall was a wall length bookrack, which held all sorts of things. Two end tables stood beside the couch, large lamps placed on top. In front of the couch, two small end tables were joined, a vase of flowers on one. A white armchair was next to the couch, a brown, leather footstool near it. A wicker basket was placed next to the armchair, rolled up blankets filling it.

Andrew led her on, through an arch to the next room. Green, wooden chairs surrounded a cream, wooden table. A blue table stood in front of the window, a lamp and books placed on top. Along the other wall a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf stood, built into the wall. A white chair stood on one side, a low table on the other, books piled on top.

"We have two more rooms downstairs, ma'am," Andrew said, sounding like a tour guide. Cassidy giggled, letting him lead her through to a door to her left. Inside was a small bathroom.

A bath sat below two wooden shelves, stacked with towels and baskets. A small table stood beside the bath, in front of the window, covered with a checked tablecloth, a flower vase already standing on it. The windows were half covered with large cream blinds, while light green, wooden planks covered the walls. He led her to the last door. Opening it, she saw a small laundry room. Dark brown, glass-fronted cabinets framed the washer and dryer, a porcelain sink nestled in the middle. A striped armchair stood in front of the large window, a basket beside it. It was the cherry on to of the cake.

"We still have upstairs," he reminded her. Walking hand in hand, they reached the stairs. Andrew ran up the stairs, carrying her. When they reached the top, he turned her to the right.

"Alice says to leave those for her," he said, gesturing to the three empty rooms and bathroom.

He turned back to the right, opening a door. He revealed another bathroom. A bath stood along one wall, towels already there. To the right of the door, was a vanity with a sink, already laden with products. On the shelf underneath, a wicker basket stood, filled with rolled up towels. She grinned, as Andrew closed the door again.

"Close your eyes," he said, putting his hands over her eyes. She felt herself being led to another door, and felt it open. Andrew lifted his hands off her eyes, and she gasped. This was obviously their bedroom. It was perfect.

Dark chocolate walls surrounded them. A black bed frame contrasted with the white sheets on the bed, a wool blanket at the foot. End tables held oversized lamps on each side, while a large window on one side filled the room with natural light, while a door led to another room on the other side. At the end of the bed, a day bed stood, filled with pillows. It faced a large fireplace. Andrew tugged her forward towards the door next to the fireplace.

"I apologize in advance. This was all Alice," he said, opening the door. Cassidy grimaced. Inside was a huge closet, bigger than the kitchen, which was easily the biggest room in the house. Glass-fronted cabinets lined the walls, lines of clothes hung up inside. A vanity was tucked into the corner, while a thick rug held a stool and a patterned day bed.

"Which side is mine?" Cassidy asked tentatively.

"All three of those. That side is mine," he answered, pointing to her three sides, then to the smallest side in the room. She groaned.

"We still have one more room," he said, grinning. She let herself be led out of the room, past the bed, into the other room. It was a small lounge. A light brown window seat faced outwards, looking into the forest. Green pillows were placed on top, while two lamps framed the seat. On the other side of the room, a table stood, covered in photographs. Two white chairs, with green cushions flanked it, while two lamps stood on the edges of the table.

"It's perfect. It's just how I pictured our house," Cassidy said, leaning into Andrew's chest.

"We still have the backyard. Besides we're celebrating tonight," he whispered, grinning widely. Turning around, she wound her arms around his neck, kissing him. He kissed her back softly. Pulling away, he chuckled. "I don't think we should wait. Alice will get impatient if she has to stay at home for much longer," he said, still grinning. Gathering her up in his arms, he jumped out the large window. She squealed before grinning. Setting her down lightly, he led her around to the back. Her grin widened, stretching across her cheeks. A wagon stood in the shelter of some trees, a picnic table in front of it, a grass path led out of the small clearing, past the wagon.

It led to another clearing, with a summerhouse and small greenhouse. Three paths lead out of the clearing. Taking the left one, she saw a small, fairytale-like playhouse. The circular building stood between two trees, and was surrounded by a white picket fence. A gray roof, with a tiny chimney at the top, sloped down towards the small door, an octagonal rectangle at the top. Two large windows flanked the wooden door. She smiled.

Making her way back to the summerhouse, she took the path opposite the summerhouse. She walked into another clearing, cherry blossom trees dotted about, in full bloom. To her right, a stone arch stood, half in the shade. Ivy curled around the top, while jumbled stones lay beneath. At the edge of the clearing stood a gate, surrounded by a stone wall, ending just above her waist. Walking towards it, she lifted the latch and pushed open the gate. She gasped. Inside the paved courtyard was a flower garden, roses bursting out of their buds, potted shrubs dotted around them. Smiling, she closed the gate behind her. "It's beautiful Andrew. Thank you," she said, kissing him softly. He smiled into the kiss, then gently pulled away.

"They're waiting for us," he murmured into her hair. Taking her hand, he led her back the way they came. When they reached the clearing, he led her to the last path.

Round stones sat on top of the grass, leading the way past the ankle-height garden. Rounding the corner, the rough-edged stones lead her over a shallow pond. Stopping on the other side, she saw a small clearing. Two wooden picnic tables stood underneath a tree, large lanterns already lit with tea lights. The tables were set with flowers.

"So do you love it?" Alice's voice piped up. The Cullens chuckled.

"I do. It's wonderful. Thank you all," Cassidy said, unable to wipe the grin off her face.

"Alice, I understand you have your reasons, but why are there four empty rooms in our cottage?" Andrew asked, his arms around Cassidy's waist.

"I do have my reasons. And my reasons are a surprise," she replied, grinning.

"Just one clue?" Cassidy begged.

"Nuh-uh. A genius never reveals their secrets. Or blueprints," she replied. They laughed. Cassidy looked up at Andrew, his eyes filled with love. She looked deeper, seeing her future with him. She grinned, leaning back against his chest. She was where she belonged, with those she loved, and who loved her back.

She was finally home.

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I'd like to say a humungous thanks to everyone who read, reviewed or added my story! You kept me writing!

We've finally finished this story, but there will definitely be a sequel. I've decided it's going to be called Forever And A Day. If you want anything to be in the sequel, or have any ideas, PM me or review, and I'll include it. :D

One last thing. If anyone can recommend a good beta reader, just tell me and I will love you forever. I really need a beta! :)

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I hope you enjoyed this story, and will read the sequel!

Thanks to all of you!

~darlingsworld