Ok so here is the Epiloge.

Yes that date is right. This epilogue takes place in 2012.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own The Twilight Saga

Revised: December 24, 2011. See note below for reason

BPOV (2012)

It was hard to believe that Edward and I had been married for just over a year and a half. My book was very successful. I had gone a few book signings here in Washington and I continued to work for Jay. I don't think I'll write another book for a long time, I enjoy working for Jay too much. Edward was still with the station. A few of his buddies had left and they had new guys come in. Dad and Sue got married this past fall. Sue thoroughly loved being a grandma to Jake and Leah's daughter Callie. Dad started making hints to Edward and me about having kids. We had discussed it and were working on it.

"Edward!" I shouted as I felt the tightening in my stomach again.

"What," he yelled back from our room.

"We have to go," I responded. He walked out of our bedroom pulling a shirt on.

"Go where, we don't have anything going on today." He said as his head popped through the neck hole of his shirt.

"We do now," I said as I cringed when another contraction hit.

"Now, really?" he asked with a big smile.

"No, I'm just joking and I'm faking contractions now. Yes now. The baby is coming." I said sarcastically.

"Ok, calm down. Let's get your bag and then go. Oh I have to call into work and then call mom and dad, and Charlie and Sue. Are you doing ok?" he asked running around like a chicken with their head cut off. He's telling me to calm down, he's the one that needs to calm down, I thought. I was perfectly fine and content, except when a contraction hit. I just laughed at him. He could be calm and fine when the fire alarm goes off at work, but when I go into labor he loses it.

"Edward, the bag is by the door. All we have to do is call one parent and they will handle calling the others for us because they are so excited." I explained.

"You're right, ok lets go." He said as he helped me up from the chair. He grabbed my bag and locked up the door. He called work as we were on our way down to the car. I had to stop one time as another contraction hit. They were coming about ten minutes apart. I knew we had time, but I would just rather be at the hospital. Once in the car, I called dad to let him know we were leaving for the hospital. He said that he would call Carlisle and Esme and would leave shortly.

We pulled up to the hospital and we quickly, or as quickly as I could, walked in. We took the elevator up to the fifth floor and checked in with the nurse. They took me down to my room and go me situated with a gown and got me hooked up to a fetal heart monitor.

Now it was just a waiting game.

"Remember how you told me you were pregnant?" Edward asked from his chair next to my bed.

"Yep," I smiled.

I had found out a month after our anniversary. That's right; this baby is an anniversary baby. I waited a week to tell him. I had seen an advertisement online for t-shirts. I had ordered a bunch of shirts so it had taken a few days for them to come. Which turned into the families Christmas presents, but I'll get into that later.

I ordered Edward two shirts, one said, Just call me daddy and the other one said, World's best dad. I also ordered some Onesie's that had cute sayings on them. The first one said, Future Firefighter and the second one said, My daddy, my hero. They had cute little pictures on them too.

Once they came, I was so excited. I decided to do the laundry and have our piles sitting on the coffee table. I kept the Onesie's hidden until he saw his shirts. He came home from work; I was in the kitchen working on dinner. I told him I got some new shirts for him and they were with his piles of clothes. He came into the kitchen holding the shirts asking why I got him shirts that said dad on them. I told him, "That's what you are babe," he gapped at me for a bit and then asked if I was pregnant. I told him I was and needless to say he was excited. He started crying he was so happy.

I showed him the Onesie's. Even though we didn't know what we were having yet, I thought the firefighter ones were cute. Women can be firefighters.

"Yeah, you were funny," I laughed.

"Well, it was weird that you had gotten me a shirt that said 'Just call me daddy.' I didn't know what to think with that one until I saw the other one." He smiled.

"Yeah, then I told you I didn't want to tell anyone that we were pregnant until Christmas. You thought I was nuts until I explained my reasoning behind it." I said.

"You told me it would be the perfect gift for your dad. You ok there," he asked. Another contraction had hit as he was talking. "It's almost over," he said as he looked at the screen.

"I'm fine, they are just starting to hurt more." I answered as soon as it was over.

"Remember when they almost figured it out at Thanksgiving?" he asked. I knew he was trying to keep my mind off the pain until I could get the epidural.

"Yeah, I knew that was going to happen. That's why I did research on a reason why I couldn't drink. I did have a cold and luckily I saw that a strep throat is treated with an antibiotic." I answered.

I knew that when Thanksgiving came I was going to have to come up with something as to why I couldn't drink alcohol. I did have a cold a few weeks before and my throat did hurt but I didn't have strep.

We showed up at Carlisle and Esme's for dinner and they asked how I was feeling. We had told them my cold was a crappie one. With being pregnant and having morning sickness, we told them I had felt dizzy and didn't want to get out of bed. I had a cold like that before years ago. I missed a week of school too. So we went with that story. It worked too. Carlisle had made a comment that antibiotics counteract birth control pills. I told him it didn't matter I had been off them since May, which was true. I just left out that I was already pregnant. Dad was happy to hear that we were trying to give him a grandchild. He loves Callie like his own, but he knows that Sue and Leah's dad, Harry who had died years ago, are her grandparents. We lucked out that the family bought our story.

"Good thing they are so gullible. I don't think we'll be able to pull something like that off again." Edward said as he poured me more ice chips.

"Can I have this one first, before we talk about more kids please," I laughed.

"Yes, sorry," he said.

The doctor came into check to see how I was progressing. I was 5 centimeters dilated and I could get the epidural soon. I was glad to hear that. The contractions were really hurting.

When we told the family we were expecting, it was at Christmas like I planned. When I had gotten Edward's shirts I had got shirts for Dad, Sue, Carlisle, Esme, Rose and Emmett. Esme and Sue's shirt said, World's greatest Grandma. Dad and Carlisle's said, World's greatest Grandpa. Rose's shirt said, World's greatest Aunt. Emmet's shirt just said, The uncle. The grandparent's shirts were different styles.

By the time Christmas came around, we knew what we were having. Actually we found out the week before Christmas. I had the doctor print off three pictures, one for Edward and me, and one for each for our parents. I put the ultrasound pictures in a picture frame that had a mat behind the photo. Below the photo on the mat I put the sex of the baby. It said Baby Boy Cullen.

Renee and Phil hadn't talked to us in over a year. I told her by e-mail that she was going to be a grandma, but she never responded. I don't know what was going on with them. It was shortly after our wedding that they weren't answering our calls our emails. Actually I noticed Renee was pulling away from having contact with me after the fire at my apartment. I understood that she couldn't afford to fly in to see me and then to come back a few months later for our wedding. But she never called to check on me after she talked to Edward.

She did that same thing when I was in high school. It was the main reason why I went to live with dad. She would leave in the morning and wouldn't come back until just before dinner. Phil was hardly home since he was in training so much, that he never noticed. I guess I'm used to Renee not being there because it never really affected me that much. I wish she would have shown some interest that she was going to be a grandma. Esme has been more of a mom to me than Renee has ever been my whole life.

I told our parents they had to open their gifts at the same time. I had the shirts in one box and put the picture frame on top of the two shirts. Rosalie and Emmett were to open their gifts after them. Esme and Sue opened the boxes and both screamed. They showed our dads.

Dad turned to me and asked, "Really," I nodded my head.

It was hard to conceal my growing stomach by then. I had been wearing more baggy shirts. Edward and I were on the couch with a blanket over us and his hands were under my shirt on my stomach trying to feel our little boy move. I had been feeling him move for a week or so, but nothing that could be felt outside. It was only small bumps, kind of like bubbles.

When dad asked if was really pregnant, I stood up and smoothed my shirt over my stomach so you could see my bump. As I did that I told Rose and Emmett to open their gifts. Needless to say Emmett loved his. I showed him a Onesie that I bought at the same time I bought theirs that said, My uncle is kind of a big deal. It was ironic that it was baby blue and we were having a boy.

After everyone settled down they asked if we had names picked out yet. We told them we were still narrowing it down. We had a few picked out we just didn't know for sure.

A short while later after reminiscing, I was able to get the epidural. The anesthesiologist explained everything to me. He told me that I may feel itching on my stomach as a side effect but to not worry if I did. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned into Edward's arms as they stuck the big needle in my back. Once they were done, I was feeling much more comfortable. I was able to take a nap. As I was waking up from my nap, our parents arrived. Carlisle asked if he could look at my chart. I didn't mind that he wanted to, he is a doctor. I had a few contractions while we were talking, but I never felt them. I had a particularly big one and Edward asked if I felt it.

"No, I didn't feel a thing. How big was it?" I asked as I looked at the screen. It was a big one too.

The doctor came in to check on me once more as our parents were there. They stepped out as she did that. She said I was at a 9 so it would be very soon. They came back in and we told them. Rose had also arrived. She and Emmett found out in March they were pregnant and she was due in early November. They wanted to wait till summer to try for a baby, so they were quite surprised. She was just starting to show at three months.

She and Alice were going to be in the waiting room with everyone else. I only wanted Edward in the room with me. I thought about having Esme but we didn't know if she would have been able to make it in time. She understood, she had been busy with work for a few businesses in Port Angeles and couldn't take the time off to be with me for the last week and a half.

The nurses got everything prepped and got me situated on the bed. They told me to push if felt the urge to. Edward helped hold one of my legs back as a nurse grabbed the other one. Edward helped to support me up so I was able to bear down and start pushing. The epidural had started to wear off so I was feeling some pressure but no burning feeling. It seriously felt like I was pooping into the doctor's hands. I guess that's the best way to describe how it was to push out my son.

"Ok Bella, I can see his head." She said. I looked over into the mirror they had behind her so I could see what was going on.

"He has a lot of hair," Edward commented.

"I figured he would, I had a lot of heartburn," I grunted.

"Big push and his head will be out. Once it is, don't push again until I say." The doctor instructed. I pushed hard and felt his head slid out. She turned him around and sucked his nose and mouth out. "Ok push,"

I pushed again while she pulled a little to get his shoulders out. One final push and he was here. Once he was out, he let out a loud wail and was placed on my chest.

"Oh, he's here. Edward, look what we did," I said as I held him and used the blanket to wipe him off a bit.

"He's beautiful. Thank you," he said as he kissed my hair.

"Daddy, you want to cut the cord?" the doctor asked. Edward nodded and cut where she told him to. The nurse took our son to get weighted and cleaned up more. I told Edward to go with him and take pictures.

As he was doing that, I delivered the placenta and the doctor cleaned me up.

"He weighed in at 8 pounds, 7 ounces and 21 inches tall." The nurse said after she got him cleaned up and got his APGAR scores. She wrapped him in his blanket put a hat on his head and passed him over to Edward. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. I held my hands out for him and passed me our son. I ran my finger over his little cheeks. He opened his eyes for a second. His eyes were blue like every newborn.

"Edward, go get everyone," I asked.

"You sure you're up to it now?" he asked hesitantly. Sure I was tired, but I knew they were all anxious to see him and finally know what his name is. They kept asking what names we had chosen for him, but we just said that we weren't going to tell them until he was born.

"Yes." I answered not looking up from my son's beautiful face. I felt the bed shift as he left the room. "You are so handsome," I whispered to my little boy.

"Bella," I heard someone whisper. I looked up to see dad come in the room first. He came over to the bed and looked at his grandson. "Can I?" he asked holding his arms out. I nodded and passed him over.

Everyone else spilled into the room. Edward came back over to the bed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he watched dad holding our baby.

"What's his name," Esme asked.

"Everyone, meet Lucas Charles Cullen," I answered. I heard a gasp that was no doubt from dad.

"Seriously Bells?" he asked with tears in his eyes. "Any more surprises, I'm going to have a heart attack," he joked.

"Good thing you're in a hospital an there's a doctor and an EMT in the room." Emmett said. We all laughed.

"Yes, it's a perfect name for him." Edward answered. Of course he was proud; he was the one who came up with the name. I get to name the next one; which won't be for a few years.

The girls asked how I was feeling. I told them I was worn out but couldn't be happier.

We were release from the hospital two days later. Edward had taken two weeks paternity leave from work to help get me settled into a routine with Luke. A week after he was born, we had Jasper take a family photo of us. It turned out beautiful. I put it in a picture frame with one of Luke's ultrasound photos. The frame was on his dresser in his room. I had the perfect family, with lots more to come.

The End.

So there is it. It's finished.

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Thanks again,

Allison

Revison Note: I had a few people has me why Renee didn't talk to Bella. I decided to go back and fix that and explain it better.