A/N: So my first fanfic has come to an end. I haven't thought of another one yet, but will probably start one after exams or something. Damn exams; they always get in the way. Thank you for all of the reviews and comments, everyone who read my story I hope you liked it. Here is a short epilogue to conclude my story. Enjoy x

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Epilogue

1 week later

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Life in the Cullen house was already getting back to normal:

"Emmett! Why is everything glued to the surfaces?" Esme's yell could be heard for a several mile radius; if it weren't for the sheer size of the Cullen's home, the whole of Forks would be wondering the same question.

"Ugh, EM! Get down here and fix this now or so help me YOU. ARE. GROUNDED."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." Emmett hopped down the elegant staircase to meet Esme's murderous glare. It would have been clear to anyone that she was not impressed in the least by one of her son's childish, yet surprisingly successful pranks.

"You gotta admit, it's funny." He joked, a smile spread widely across his face. His mother's only response was to snarl low and menacing and his grin faltered a little; though not completely. Not much fazed Emmett.

"No, Emmett McCarty Cullen. It's NOT funny. Charlie and Jacob are coming today to see Nessie. They will want to eat people food; they cannot do that if I haven't cooked and I can't cook if everything is stuck down! Deal with it! NOW!" Esme left the room and Emmett, who retrieved a spatula from the cupboard and began to remove the various utensils and food items grumbling quietly to himself about injustice and discrimination against the imaginative.

He would have been left in peace were it not for the evidently furious honey-blond vampire who thumped him around the head with a frying pan which had recently been released from the top of the refrigerator. Admittedly, it caused him little harm; only cracking in half, however, it certainly shocked him some.

"Damn it, Jasper! What the bloody hell was that for?" The curly haired vampire yelled, staring his brother down with a vicious glower. Considering that Emmett was somewhat taller, it was a big achievement of Jasper's to be able to stare his brother down. Emmett would tell you it was down to a stretch in the army. Jasper would say it is because Emmett is just weaker. The point being that Emmett was now pressed up against the counter, a worried expression on his face.

"What? What did I do? Whatever it is, can I just say I'm sorry? Will that make a difference?" he demanded, probably not the smartest thing he could have done in this situation. Evidently Jasper was in a bad enough mood as is; he wasn't up for Emmett's comments.

"I wouldn't speak just now Em. Remember, I'm the one with the frying pan. And now I have two halves. Now tell me, where did you put them?" He spoke slowly, trying to contain his anger.

"Put what? I swear, Jazz, I don't know what you've been taking but you need to down the dosage if you know what I mean." Emmett still didn't take Jasper seriously, again not his wisest move; Jasper's fury only increased with every word Emmett uttered.

By now an audience had gathered at the door to the kitchen; Edward, Bella and Alice stood smirking, eyes alight with anticipation. Only Alice knew what was going on; she'd blocked Edward and he was having too much fun to listen to Emmett or Jasper's thoughts, so he and Bella were totally ignorant, just enjoying watching the events unfold.

During the past week Emmett had concentrated on working his way through his little book of potential pranks which he had discovered hidden amongst Rosalie's personal possessions. He'd not rested; continuously winding up his family with every practical joke he could think of. Some would say it was to make up for the time he'd lost over the past few months he'd spent in captivity. But those who knew him best and those who could get inside his head knew otherwise.

Emmett had suffered a great deal having to watch someone die, someone who had been his only friend or contact with the outside world for some time, and he'd not known how to react to it. He decided, eventually, to hide it from his family if he could; he didn't want to upset them with his pain. Of course, this wasn't easy living with a mind reader and a manipulator of emotion. None were fooled, and though they did their best to be sympathetic, considering what he'd been through; it was made exceedingly difficult at times.

"Just tell me, Em. I'm not moving until you do. I have all night." Jasper was beginning to lose patience and therefore so was the rest of the room.

"I don't have them."

"I know you don't have them. I want to know where you put them so I can go get them and we can move on merrily with our lives."

"Fine, fine. There behind the tiles in the bathroom. Three down from the ceiling, four across from the left." Emmett sounded exasperated. Jazz moved to let him go, but –

"No, Jazz. He's lying; that's not where he hid your self-help tapes." Edward grinned, finally having tapped into Emmett's thought train to prolong this experience. He may have been grinning at the fact that Jasper had self-help tapes or because Emmett glared at him, a pitiful glare marred by amusement; although under frying pan threatened interrogation, he seemed to be doing alright.

"Do you know where they are Edward?" Jasper asked hopefully, dropping his fierce front momentarily.

"I might, but I think Em should tell you."

"Why?"

"Entertainment reasons."

Jasper growled and turned back to his other brother who caught him off guard, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and proceeded towards the door. "Scuse me, ladies. Edward. I have a lot of baggage to deal with." The three watched on as Emmett carried Jasper's relentlessly flailing limbs up the stairs to the attic.

Bella sighed, "Em's a mess, Edward. He's not usually this bad; he knows how important Esme's cooking is to her. I didn't actually know Jazz had self-help tapes but maybe they should both get help."

"No, love, don't worry. It will only be another week or so and then Emmett will calm down a bit. I have a feeling Rose will try to talk to him tonight, she's very concerned. Meanwhile –" he broke off, and his eyes flicked to the window in time to see a huge russet wolf speeding towards the trees. This wouldn't be an unusual sight were it not for the young vampire fastened tightly to his back.

Bella followed his line of sight and noticed the two running off into the distance. She shook her head, amused. She'd expected this to happen and had done nothing to prevent it; though she had found it difficult, she had come to the conclusion that smothering her daughter to be sure nothing similar happened again was not the answer. Bella decided that to keep Renesmee close, she would have to try and leave the past in the past where possible and not obsess over keeping Nessie in her sight at all times. She knew Nessie would be safe with Jacob. Evidently, Edward did not see it quite the same way.

"How is this funny, Bella? Did you not see?" His voice was forced patience, strangled. The only reason he had not run after the wolf was that his wife found it somehow entertaining, and, being the curious creature that he was, he wanted to find out why before he took matters into his own hands.

"Yes, Edward, I saw them. She'll be safe with Jake and they'll be back this afternoon – he and Charlie are coming for supper remember? Really, Edward stop it. He's allowed to see her, and we both know that if he'd asked us then you'd not only have said no, but you would've sat with Renesmee in her room to make sure she never escaped. Honestly, I should've seen it before. Why else would Em have hidden Jasper's tapes…" realization dawned on her.

But not on her husband, "What do you mean? He was in on it?"

"Yes. Jazz would never tell Emmett where he kept them. But Renesmee knew where they were; don't ask how, I've no idea. She'd have told him to distract us – we can never resist an inter-family argument." She laughed, to Edward's horror. He looked on, shocked that this could possibly be construed as funny. He looked around, beginning to panic. What was happening to his wife?

"Bella? Bella, love, can you talk?"

"Edward, I'm fine. It's just so funny that we were taken in so easily by this!" she looked up into his hard face, his jaw tightened. She sobered up, "okay, you don't find it funny."

She straightened up, looking her husband in the eyes, keeping her expression as serious as she could. Unfortunately she was unable to hide the amusement in her eyes. "Come on, Edward. As long as she's happy it's alright. Jake will look after her, you know that. You also know that he knows that he's a dead man – or wolf – if he even thinks about touching her." At these words, Edward's eyes widened; this possibility seemed not to have crossed his mind. "Edward. Really, relax. She'll be fine. She's safe now, and so is Emmett – though Jasper may change that – it's all fine now. And no, when Jacob comes back you do not have permission to kill him."

Much as he hated to admit it, Edward knew she was right. Rose had Emmett back, Alice could see properly again, Jasper could only feel happiness. Jacob and Renesmee were together, the Denali clan had been reunited, Esme was glad to have her family as one once more. He and Bella had their daughter back, and most importantly Bella was happy again. That was what mattered most. He knew that he couldn't kill Jake because that would upset his daughter and his wife. Still, you can't have everything.

A/N: It may be an epilogue but you can still review, please! x