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Well, this is the last chapter of my first FanFiction! I apologize if you wanted me to make the story a bit longer, but honestly, I want to finish this story so I can write a better one. I have a few ideas for the next story. Go to my profile if you want to read the summary for the story I'll probably write next!

I know most authors on FanFiction write long author's notes at the end of their stories, but I really don't have the energy for that. I've been sick for the last three weeks in every way imaginable, and just got back from the hospital. So I'll just keep it short and simple: Thank you to all my readers who stuck with me until the end of my story. I hope to see you again in my next stories.

For the last time in this story, all the Twilight-y stuff belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I heard my husband's car in the driveway and hurried to dress the two-year old in my arms.

"Honey, I'm home!" I rolled my eyes, grinning. He said that every single day when he got home. When I asked him about it, he said that it made him feel "husband-y." The little girl in my arms squealed when she heard her father's voice and squirmed, trying to twist out of my arms.

"Mommy, I wanna see Daddy," she whined when she found that she couldn't make me release her.

"Rosemary Black, you can't go downstairs without a shirt! What if the neighbors see you half-naked? Now hold still," I ordered in my stern, motherly voice.

"Why? Daddy doesn't wear shirts lots and lots of times," she reminded me. I scowled. Why was she so logical for a two-year-old?

"Jacob! Get up here and help me dress your daughter!" I yelled.

A moment later, Jacob appeared in the doorway of Rosemary's yellow room. He chuckled as I tried to pin the little girl down onto her bed and failed. I looked up when he chuckled, and Rosemary cleverly took advantage of my distraction. She twisted out of my arms when I was busy scowling at her father and climbed down from her bed and into her father's open arms.

Clutching his copper-skinned daughter to his chest with one arm, Jacob walked over to kiss me briefly. We tried our best to keep make-out sessions away from Rosemary's eyes. Leaning down to graze my left earlobe gently, he whispered, "Our daughter, you mean." I shivered slightly and rolled my eyes when our little girl pulled on Jacob's long hair to claim his attention again.

"Daddy," she complained, continuing to pull on her father's hair. He had stopped cutting it along with his phasing a while after Rosemary's birth. He had told me that he didn't want to be too young for me, which was bound to happen if he kept phasing.

"Yes, Rosie?"

Rosemary scowled. "That's not my nickname. It's Riqi. And if you call me Rosie again, I will make you call me by my real name." I stared at her with wide eyes, amazed at how well she spoke. I guessed being around so many adults did have its advantages.

"I bet you can't even say your own name because it's so long," Jacob teased, pulling on a strand of her hair.

"Stop it," she snapped angrily. "And yes, I can. It's Rosemary Isabelle Qahla Black. And Mommy told me that Qahla means 'sun' in Quileute."

Jacob stared at her with wide eyes. I grinned at him. He didn't know I spent an hour teaching my daughter how to say her name after he had teased her about it a few days ago. I had also taught her everything I knew about her father's tribe and its language when she asked me about why we would give her a name as strange as "Qahla."

"But that is not what we were talking about. I'm mad because Mommy's making me wear this," she pointed her tiny finger at the shirt I had been trying to force her to wear. "You never wear shirts," she added, "and she gets happy red."

I blushed at that. "Happy red" Mommy meant pleased Mommy. "Angry red" Mommy meant exactly what it said, and "shy red" Mommy meant I was embarrassed. "See?" she pointed at me, and I got even redder.

Jacob smiled at his little princess lovingly. "Honey, I know you don't like clothes, but you can't show up at Grandpa and Grandma's house without a shirt. Your uncles - or at least one of your uncles - will tease you for days, and your aunties are going to play 'Rosemary Barbie' for hours and hours."

Rosemary, as I liked to call her along with the two important people she was named after, unlike everyone else who thought the name was too long, wrinkled her cute nose at that. I never been as proud of my daughter as the day my two best friends admitted that my baby enjoyed "Rosemary Barbie" almost as much as I liked "Bella Barbie."

They had tried to hide this from me, but when Rosemary came home in tears after a sleepover with her aunties, they had to spill. I had threatened to change my daughter's name if they did something like that to my daughter ever again, and I was pleased to see that my threat was very effective. They took pride in the fact that a wonderful girl like Rosemary was named after them, and to have that taken away would not make them happy.

"Fine," she huffed. She reached out towards me as I took her from her father to her bed. I put on the shirt as she mumbled about "annoying shirts."

I handed my daughter back to my husband. "I'll go and get ready. I won't take too long," I told him as I walked out of the room, picking up strays toys from the floor on the way.

I took a quick shower. Since it was warm outside, I put on a yellow sundress with floral prints, a brown jacket, and gladiator sandals. I let my hair down, but put on a brown, simple headband to keep the hair out of my face. I quickly applied some eyeliner, eye shadow, and lip gloss. As I checked my reflection in the mirror, I grinned. I had lost all the weight I had gained while I was pregnant with Rosemary. Jacob had insisted that I looked fine, but I had been stubborn, like always. It wasn't that I was ashamed of what little price I had to pay for my wonderful daughter. It was just that I wanted look my best for my husband.

I followed the sound of the high-pitched giggles and the deep chuckles into my daughter's room.

I would have bet every single penny I earned from writing my novels that my little family wouldn't have noticed me looking at them fondly if I hadn't laughed as Rosemary pulled on the hair of her wincing "horsie." They looked up, both smiling, Jacob in relief that I had diverted our daughter's attention before he became bald, and Rosemary in the happiness you could only feel when you were a small child with a loving family.

"Mommy!" Rosemary squealed, climbing off her dad and rushing into my open arms. I spun her around in my arms and kissed Jacob with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. He blinked.

A moment later, he smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "What was that for?" he whispered in my ear.

"For being such a good daddy," I whispered back. When I saw our daughter's face scrunch up at our whispered conversation, I raised my voice. "We should get going. Grandpa and Grandma will be waiting. Do you want to take a quick shower before we leave, Jake?"

He nodded, pecked my cheeks and Rosemary's, and disappeared down the hall. I balanced my baby on one arm and held up a stuffed wolf.

"Honey, you weren't going to forget Cully at home, were you?" I pretended to gasp in horror. Rosemary mimicked me, reaching for the doll she had named after the Cullens when she couldn't quite pronounce their names.

I walked downstairs with Rosemary in my arms. She giggled and squealed when I spun her around until I got dizzy before putting her down. She clung to my legs as I packed her overnight bag. She already had her own room at the mansion, but there were some things she had to bring back and forth, like Cully.

As I struggled to reach the overnight bag on the high shelf, a strong, broad hand beat me to it. I kissed my helper thank you, twisting out of his arms before it could become too heated. We had a two-year-old clinging to my legs. It wouldn't be right to do anything too explict, I repeated to myself as I walked away from my pouting husband with some difficulty.

We walked to the blue Chevy the Cullens had gotten for me along with numerous other expensive things for my twenty-second birthday. Jacob had helped me complain about the presents to make me happy, but when they brought up the word "car," he had ditched me, joining the Dark Side.

As Jacob put on Rosemary's seatbelts over the carseat I had recieved at the baby shower, planned by a celebration-loving pixie, I sulked in the front seat like I usually did when I got on the car. I missed my old truck, but it was in the back garage now. It had roared its last deafening roar three months ago. Jacob had said that the truck was just too old, but I thought he might have done something to it on purpose to make me drive the new car. I wrinkled my nose at the new-car smell.

We made it to the Cullens' mansion in no time, thanks to the new engine of my shiny car. Alice and Jasper were waiting for us at the door. Alice stole Rosemary from my arms the instant I got her off her carseat. She kissed and tickled her namesake as I rolled my eyes at Jasper. He grinned.

I pretended to be hurt, clutching my heart. "What about me? Am I not the best friend and sister you haven't seen for a whole two months?"

Alice shot me an apologetic look, cradling my baby carefully in her arms. "Bella, you know I missed you, too. It's just that I'm trying to get my share of Rosemary before-"

"Rosemary!"

I spun around, scowling. Was I that invisible next to my amazing daughter? I wasn't jealous, no, but I had really missed these people! Had they even thought about me during their two months in Alaska? Or was my daughter the only person on their minds?

Rosalie and Emmett walked down the wooden stairs into the driveway. "Alice, I need to see my namesake! Don't hog her," Rosalie snapped, taking my baby into her arms. She starting whispering things that made her giggle and squeal in delight.

"Bella!" Emmett gave me a bear-hug, knocking all the air out of me. I gasped, and Rosalie looked up from her namesake with narrowed eyes.

"Emmett, you promised to be gentle. You're hurting Bella. How will you control yourself when you're holding Rosemary?" she chastised.

Emmett dropped me instantly. "Sorry, Bella," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Emmy!" Rosemary's small voice called. Emmett's face lit up, and he ran to her, holding his arms out. However, Rosalie wasn't giving her up that easily. This was why Jacob and I were okay with leaving our daughter in a house full of vampires overnight. Rosalie, Alice, and Esme would never let anything or anyone hurt my baby accidentally or intentionally. They would literally give up their lives before any harm came to my baby.

"Emmett, be careful. If you cause her any pain," her eyes narrowed dangerously, "you'll be banned from our room and me for a month. Again."

Emmett, eyes wide, nodded and went to stand next to Jasper. He shuddered as the two women held onto her, tickling and spinning her around. He was probably remembering the time Rosalie refused to talk to him, make skin contact, or let him into their room for a whole month because Rosemary had gotten a paper cut when Emmett was supposed to be watching her. I had been upset with him because he had probably been watching football or something while my daughter amused herself, but when I saw how angry Rosalie was, I decided not to punish him. So had Alice and Esme. Rosalie's punishment was good enough of all four of us.

"Bella! Rosemary! Jacob!" I heard Esme cry from the doorway of her home. I looked up to see her dragging Carlisle with her into the driveway. When she reached us, she gave Jacob and me a hug. I was grateful that she didn't wrinkle her nose at the stink we must be giving off to them. Then, she turned to her granddaughter with a huge smile.

"I'm relieved that you're finally here. Esme and all the other women in the family were driving us men up the wall with their fussing," Carlisle chuckled.

Jacob and I laughed, picturing what Carlisle was telling us. We had been told that this happened every time they waited for us. It must have been even worse since they hadn't seen us in so long. I looked around at my extended family. Everyone was in the driveway, playing with my baby or telling Jacob about Alaska. That was, everyone except Edward and Alyssa.

"Bella." Speak of the devil.

I turned to see Edward walking down the porch steps, his arms around his bride-to-be's waist.

It turned out that each vampire who found a human mate also had a vampire mate. This was very rare because almost all vampires who had a human mate drank their mate to death, unable to resist the call of their blood. Edward had been the one in a million (or more like a billion) who had been able to resist the call of their human mate and had two mates, Alyssa and me. He had found Alyssa about a year after I chose Jacob as he was traveling. I had been happy for them at first, but once I found out what kind of a person Alyssa was, I wasn't too accepting.

"Edward, Alyssa," I smiled at the two of them with a bit too much enthusiasm than neccessary. Thankfully, no one, not even Jacob, who had his arm around me, noticed.

"How have you been?"

I scowled. "Oh, forget the formalities. Get over here," I demanded, spinning out of Jacob's arm and wrapping my own around Edward's neck. A second later, he wrapped his arms around my waist hesitantly.

We pulled away a moment later, not wanting to cause our partners any more strain. I could picture Jacob smiling his fake, I-really-don't-mind smile in my head, and I could see Alyssa's stiff smile with my own eyes.

"Alyssa, how was your trip? Wasn't it your first time meeting the Denali clan?" I asked, trying to be civil.

"Oh, it was wonderful. It was quite difficult to keep the women away from my Edward at first, but they backed off once we told them about our engagement. You should come with us next time. Of course, your husband and daughter are welcome too," she said.

The way she emphasized her words annoyed me. Could she be any more obvious about her irritaion toward me? Alice and Rosalie had told me that Andrea was a darling when I wasn't around. I highly doubted that. No one could change that much just because someone they hated was there.

Instead of saying rude and very mean things that would get me in trouble, I forced the ends of my lips to lift in a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "Thanks for the invitation." I turned to Edward, who was looking at his fiancee and ex-girlfriend with a grimace. "Edward? Do you think you could drive me around the town in your new car? I'm the only one who hasn't gone somewhere on it."

Everyone stopped moving. Edward stared at me with wide eyes. "Now?"

I chuckled. I hoped no one noticed how it seemed a bit forced. "Yes, now. I actually like your car. It's fast, sleek, and not mine."

He scowled. "I can't believe you're still upset about the car. Be reasonable, Bella. Whining about it won't make it go away. Just accept the fact that you have a new, fast, sleek car from your loving family and move on."

I also scowled. "This isn't about my car. I just want to check out your car. Let's go," I pulled on his arm, leading him to the garage. On my way, I blew kisses at Jacob and Rosemary and a smile for everyone but Alyssa, who narrowed her eyes at me.

I stopped at the new Porsche Edward had bought to add to his extra-special car collection. I slid in carefully, not wanting to damage anything with my clumsiness. I made more than enough money to support my family by writing my books and magazines, and Jacob made quite a lot for someone who had just graduated from college a few months ago in his automotive shop, but we would probably have to save up for years to pay Edward back if I destroyed his car.

Edward caught me wincing at a mental picture of his car driving straight into a tree thanks to the accidents that seemed to surround me like a bunch of angry bees surrounding a boy that had destroyed their hive, and raised his eyebrows. I shook my head and put my seatbelt on.

"Where to?" Edward asked, breaking the awkward silence.

I didn't hesitate. I had been planning this for a long time, and I wouldn't back out. "How about our meadow?"

Before he focused on the road, I saw a flash of surprise in his eyes. I didn't blame him. We hadn't been alone together for years. Going to the place where we had first kissed and shared so many memories together was not what I would have been expecting had I been in his place.

We were at edges of the forest in no time. He had ignored a few stop signs speed limit signs, no doubt trying to show off the speed of his new car. He got the door for me, just like he always did. Or always used to.

"Would you like to walk and make everyone worry or go the fast way?" Edward asked, a grin showing that he already knew the answer.

"The faster way. When I bought this sundress and these shoes, I didn't really picture myself hiking in them," I mumbled, looking down at my outfit.

He chuckled. Before he pulled me onto his back, he murmured, "I like your dress." I blushed as he ran silently through the forest.

It was midday, so the sun was shining through the thick trees and into our magical meadow. I noticed that the red paint of the swing looked like it had been repainted very recently as I sat down on it. Edward sat down next to me as I continued to look around the meadow. The ancient tree on which we had carved our names into was still there. I could feel his gaze burning a hole through my head, and I turned to meet his eyes. My eyes widened at the love that shone in his eyes. His eyes widened, too, as if he realized what I had noticed, and he looked away. I looked down at my hands.

"Edward?" I asked tentatively. He slowly met my eyes again. I was relieved to see that his eyes held no emotions. What I had come here to do wouldn't be easy to do if he was staring at me with such love. I changed my question at the last minute, too chicken to ask the question that had been gnawing at me ever since he met Alyssa. "Did you repaint the swing?"

"Yes. I noticed a few weeks ago that the wood was chipping off. I fixed it and repainted it," he answered emotionlessly.

I hesitated for a moment before asking another question. It wasn't the big question I had brought him here for, but it had been bothering me for a while also. "Has Alyssa been here?"

He blinked at me. "No," he answered at last. "She tried to follow me a few times, which led to fighting. She stopped after a while, but she gets mad everytime I come back home smelling like grass," he sighed.

I studied him. He didn't look like he was too happy being with Alyssa. But they had to be. They were getting married in just a few months. I took a deep breath. This is why we were here today. I couldn't back out . . . but I wouldn't be breaking the rules if I approached the subject slowly. "Edward, as you've probably guessed, I didn't ask you to 'drive me around town' just to admire your car. I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, but we were never alone."

It was his turn to study me this time. He read my face, catching every emotion that my eyes held. He nodded. "Yes, I guessed that you hadn't brought me out here just to admire my car."

"I'm not saying that your car isn't admirable - because it really is - and I -" I stopped myself, took a deep breath, and started again. "Edward, I need to ask you something."

"Yes?" His eyes were weary.

I closed my eyes. A moment later, I reopened them, and blurted out, "Are you happy with Alyssa?"

He blinked. He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. I waited, unconsciously holding my breath. He opened his mouth again.

"Yes, I am."

I stared at him, looking into his eyes. His eyes told me that he wasn't lying. His voice had been sincere. Edward was happy with Alyssa. I blinked. "Well, that changes things," I mumbled to myself.

"You thought I wasn't happy?" Edward asked.

I shook my head.

"Well, honestly, I'm not really happy about the wedding. I love Alyssa and can't wait to marry her, but Alice is planning such a huge wedding, which is not what I wanted. There will be vampires from all over the world. They will all have to hunt before they come to the wedding, so many humans will die around the same time. This won't make the Volturi happy, and I don't ever want a visit from the Volturi. I'm only going along with it because Alyssa likes the idea of a big wedding."

I nodded. I remembered him telling me about the Volturi on that couch while we watched Romeo and Juliet on my eighteenth birthday. The day everything had changed for me.

"You just didn't seem very happy lately. And Alyssa is so hard to get along with. I just thought your relationship wasn't working out very well," I said honetly and hesitantly. Now that I knew Edward was content with Alyssa, I didn't want to make him mad by insulting his mate.

Edward frowned. "Alyssa is a very kind and caring person, actually. But if the fact that Rosalie likes her doesn't convince you, I don't think anything I will say will convince you."

"Then why is she so disagreeable when I'm around?" I asked.

Edward looked down. I waited silently for him to gather up his thoughts. A few, tense minutes passed before Edward looked up. "Because she knows that I love you as much as I love her, which is not proper for a man who is getting married."

I gasped softly. I had been guessing at the answers - she didn't like humans, it was uncomfortable for her to be around a human all the time, the overbearing amount of attention the Cullens paid her during her visits made her envious - but she hadn't expected this. "What?"

Edward seemed to get confidence from my shock. He looked into my eyes and said in a firm voice, "I love you, Bella. I have never stopped loving you, despite what you and my family might have thought."

"Edward," I pleaded when I got over a second wave of shock, "you have to let go of me. You're getting married in a few weeks! I don't particularly like Alyssa, but no girl deserves to marry someone who loves a past girlfriend, not even her. Please, Edward. Let go." I stared at him, begging with my eyes.

I knew I was being a hypocrite. I had married Jacob and even had a child with him when I still had a small amount of romantic feelings left for him. But I needed him to let go if I wanted to let go completely. I felt bad for using him, but we both needed this.

Edward looked away, but not before I saw a flash of resignation in his eyes. "I will always love you no matter what. You're my la tua cantante, my singer, my human mate. But I understand what you're saying, and I have to agree with you. Alyssa doesn't deserved to be love only with half the love I am capable of showing her and giving her. I think I'll be able to give her the love I've been reserving for you these last few years."

I grabbed one of his hands in my own. He looked up, shocked. We hadn't had any form of physical contact since that day when I chose Jacob over him. I refused to think of the pain I had seen in his eyes that day. It was all over now.

"Thank you, Edward. We both needed this closure, and Alyssa might be nicer to me now that you love her completely," I smiled.

"Maybe," he smiled, too, but his smile seemed a bit tired. Letting go of the person you have been loving with half of your heart for a years and with a full heart for a few years before that couldn't be easy.

I got up, pulling him up with me. Then I gave him a tight hug. He stiffened for a moment, but relaxed once he noticed what I noticed. This embrace wasn't one shared by two lovers. This was an embrace of sister and brother. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. Every thing was perfect now. The loose ends had been tied up, and the old memories were no longer choking us. We could look back at our time together without feeling as awkward and uncomfortable.

The only problem I saw now was explaining to the family why we had each others' scents all over each other. I winced. I was not looking forward to that.

Fortunately, Rosalie listened to what Edward and I were saying, and rose to defend us against our family's accusing looks.

After we talked on the day I chose Jacob over Edward, I had discovered that Rosalie only disliked me because she thought Edward and I weren't meant to be together and because she wanted me to stay human. When she found out that I wouldn't be doing anything to make her dislike me, she had turned into one of the best sisters in the world.

Esme and Carlisle were the next ones to tell us that they believed us. Alice and Jasper believed us also, but Alice looked a bit regretful. I knew she had wanted me to become a Cullen one day. Emmett didn't really care, as long as he had something to tease us about, and I knew this incident would be retold over and over until Edward wrestled him to the floor or something.

The sad thing was that neither Jacob nor Alyssa seemed to believe that the scents had been exchanged when we exchanged a friendly, brother-and-sisterly hug. Edward dragged Alyssa to his bedroom probably to explain privately and maybe make up to her. Jacob and I said our goodbyes to the Cullens and our baby soon after they disappeared. I wanted to explain exactly what happened to Jacob.

After telling him every detail of what happened after Edward and I took off in his new car, I looked at Jacob, pleading with my eyes for him to answer. He looked at me with guarded eyes.

"Why did you never tell me that you still had some feelings for him? I thought you had gotten over him completely a long time ago."

"Jacob, I'm your first love, right? There were no serious girlfriends before me?"

He nodded, staring at me warily. I could almost read his mind right now: What does that have to do with anything?

"Then you can't understand what it's like to have a first love that doesn't work out. I'm not saying that I don't like being your first love," I backtracked under his unhappy gaze. "All I'm saying is that you can't understand how first loves leave an imprint on the person that will probably always be there. It doesn't mean they will love that person for the rest of their lives. It just means that your first love will be the most difficult to let go."

"So I have to share you with him for the rest of my life?"

I sighed. "Haven't you been listening? I let go of him today, Jacob! We love each other, but not in a romantic way. More like in a way I somehow love Emmett."

Jacob's face had been expressionless until now. Slowly, a smile crept up his face. "So, you're all mine now?"

I laughed at his childish way of putting that. "Yes, I am."

Jacob lifted me off the sofa we had been sitting on as we talked, and kissed me on my lips passionately. I smiled against his lips. We rarely did this anymore because of our baby, and it was nice to be able to do what normal young couples did without fearing that our baby would accidentally catch us.

We eventually broke away because of Jacob's growling stomach. He mumbled to himself, annoyed that he had ruined the moment. I laughed as I went to make him some dinner.

"Jacob? What's the movie Quil wanted to see?" I yelled downstairs.

"Cold Blood!"

I paused. "I don't think I'll be watching that movie! It doesn't sound like a movie I would enjoy!"

I could almost see Jacob scrunching up his eyebrows as he searched his brain for a movie we could watch without Quil complaining about how boring it was.

I thought Jacob had given up trying to find a movie I would be able to watch without puking when he suggested Third Chances, a sequel to Second Chances. I stopped putting away Rosemary's toys. I could see my horrified expression in her fake mirror.

"You know what? I think it's time that I got over my inability to look at blook without puking. Let's go see Cold Blood."

The ending's kinda wierd.. Anyway, please review!