MUST READ: I haven't updated anything in over a month. I know, so so so so sorry! I've only had one month of high school and I can officially say that high school sucks ass. I never get any free time for myself. All the time I have is always consumed with homework and projects and school crap.

Honestly, I haven't written anything until this chapter. I tried to make it as fun and good as I could with the limited amount of time I had to write this. Even after posting this, I have to go back and finish the lasts of my homework. If I finish them early, (and you're a fan of I'm in Love with a Rockstar) I might be able to post up a chapter of that too.

So, now, I present to you the last awaited chapter of My Savior!

Chapter 14: Epilogue

Paul POV

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the pastor announced with a bright smile.

I cupped Bella's neck and intertwined our lips together for the first time as a married couple. Feeling her smile against my lips, I grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around my waist. Hoots and cat-calls were passed along the crowd.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you more," she grinned.

"Dammit Paul! Help me!" Bella shrieked, bringing me out of my memories.

"Do I have to?" I groaned.

"Yes you do! He's your son too, you know!" she yelled at me angrily.

Though lazy, I couldn't help but smile at what she said. Our son. My son.

I grudgingly got out of the couch and walked into the backyard, only to laugh loudly in amusement. My son was running around in circles in the backyard with nothing but a pair of boxers on. He had left Bella chasing him around like a little, lost dog.

"Come on Blaze! Please, stop running. For mommy, please?" Bella begged, still running after him.

"No shower!" Blaze shouted with a pout. Bella grumbled a string of profanities under her breath, causing me to bellow out more laughter.

"But then you won't smell good! Your uncles and Aunt Leah won't be impressed," Bella whined.

"But they big doggies!" he contradicted. She smacked her palm on her forehead and glared at me.

"Paul!" Bella pleaded. I threw her a smile and she finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Come here you," I chuckled, bringing my son up into my arms. He squealed and thrashed in my arms.

"Daddy!" he laughed.

"He does this everytime," Jesse wrinkled her nose in annoyance as she approached us. Blaze stuck his tongue out at her and she happily gave it back.

"Cut it out, you two," Bella ordered.

"Sorry mom," Jesse apologized.

"Why don't you go get dressed? We're going to your uncle Sam's house for Amely's birthday," Bella told her.

"Kay," Jesse shrugged. Bella smiled and gave our eleven-year-old daughter a kiss on the forehead.

"Love you," Bella added.

"You too!" came Jesse's voice from the interior of the house.

"Hey buddy! Why are you giving your mommy a hard time?" I asked Blaze.

"I don't want shower," he muttered, giving me his best puppy dog eyes.

"He doesn't want a shower," I told Bella.

"Yes, I know!" she groaned irritably. "That's what he's been saying for the past hour." An idea popped in my head and I grinned evilly at Bella. "No, Paul. No," she shook her head quickly, understanding my intentions.

"But it will be fun! Come on. I bet Blaze would like it," I gave my son a persuading smile.

"Yes! Yes!" he agreed swiftly, knowing what I was talking about as well. I placed Blaze down carefully on the grass and made my way to the hose.

"No Paul. Not again," Bella pleaded. I ignored her completely and held the hose in my hand. I cranked up the faucet and had it ready. "Paul if you dare turn that – " she shrieked loudly as the cold water splashed on her. Her eyes shut tightly and her palms were out, as if it could protect her from the water. "You…." she glared. Oh crap.

She ran after me and tackled me to the ground. When the hell did she get that strong? Taking the hose out of my hands, she began to spray it all over my body. I realized that she was already over her anger when she was smiling happily.

"My turn!" our four-year-old exclaimed.

"Your turn," Bella chuckled as she sprayed Blaze with water. He was shrieking of excitement. He was twirling around under the water and began to wash his body. I stood up from where Bella tackled me and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was laughing in a carefree manner with a beautiful smile graced upon her lips.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" I whispered huskily in her ear. She shivered deliciously. Twelve years of marriage and I never cease to get that kind of reaction from her.

"No," she replied with a hint of mysteriousness in her voice.

Suddenly, she ripped herself from my grip and turned the hose on to its full power.

"Crap!" I cursed loudly. She fell onto the grass laughing, obviously at my expression.

"What's goi – " Jesse cut short as she saw what was happening. Bella and I gave her sheepish smiles.

Blaze, on the other hand, yelled, "Hose! Hose!"

Jesse grinned hugely and ran after him with the hose now in her hand. He yelled in surprise and regained his place running around in circles again. I laughed at my two kids and so did Bella. The sprinklers had turned on, adding to the effect of the water mists around us.

While the two kids were busy, I pounced on Bella and dropped my face to hers.

"You're going to regret that, you know?" I murmured. Her eyebrows rose slightly and she bit her lip.

"Oh really?" she asked seductively.

"Yes," I smiled, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

"BLAZE!" Jesse shrieked, causing Bella and I to pull away from each other. We turned our heads to see what was going on.

Jesse had fallen into the sandbox and Blaze was pounding water at her mercilessly. The sand around her had turned into mud and she was now bathing in it.

"You all muddy!" Blaze laughed, not caring that he was probably going to get it from Jesse later on.

"Blaze, the point of this was supposed to be so that you could get clean. Not get dirtier," Bella chuckled, taking Blaze up into her arms.

I held out my hand to Jesse and she gladly took it. "Stand up. Arms out," I told her. She obliged and stood before me. Bella took the hose from Blaze's grasp and handed it to me.

"Can you hurry dad? It feels disgusting," she moaned.

"I'm getting there," I snickered.

I lowered the power of the hose and then watered the mud out of her.

"Thanks," she muttered, walking over to Bella's side.

"Your turn," Bella nudged Blaze over to me. He grinned joyously and bounced over to me.

"You ready for this?" I asked him enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed as I began to hose him down.

Bella wrapped Jesse in a towel and then helped her in the house.

"You all good?" I asked Blaze. He nodded, looking up at me.

"Is mommy mad?" he asked a bit fearfully.

I smiled and ruffled his head a bit. "She's not mad," I assured him. He let out a sigh of relief. "But don't tire your mom out so much, kay? She has another baby in her stomach right now," I told him. His eyes lit up with anticipation.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, really. Now go inside and get dressed," I patted his butt into the direction of the house. He scrambled inside quickly and yelled 'Mommy!'

Shaking my head, I walked in to see Bella still dripping wet. She had just finished patting Blaze dry and then told him to go pick out his clothes. We're learning new things about Blaze every day. For one, he hates taking showers. As if that wasn't obvious enough….. And second, he likes picking out his own clothes. For a four-year-old, he has a pretty good sense of style.

"Stay in the room until daddy and I get you, okay?" Bella told him.

"Okay mommy! I love you," he kissed her cheeks and walked into his room.

"Is he okay?" I asked her, running my hands through my hair. I heard her breath hitch a bit and I couldn't help but snicker. Even though I've already given up my wolf, my senses were still much heightened than a regular human's.

"He's fine," she replied as she continued to dry her hair with a towel. Glancing at the clock, her face turned into a scowl.

"What?" I asked her innocently.

"You made us ten minutes late," she grunted.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bells," I laughed at her.

Her shoulders sagged and she leaned against the kitchen counter. "I know. I'm just so exhausted. Blaze somehow finds it fun to make my life harder with each day. The stress of the baby is getting to me and don't even start with the hormones," she flailed her arms out in the air dramatically.

I raised my eyebrows at her in suggestion. "Hmmm, really?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah, and my husband seems to find my suffering amusing," she pointed out, crossing her arms at me.

"You know that's not true," I shook my head as I walked over to her.

"Then why don't you ever bother to help me out?" she asked irritably.

"Because you're the mom," I replied with indifference.

"Yeah, and you're the dad," she retorted. "This parent thing works both ways Paul. Soon, we're going to have another baby in the house and I can't handle three kids all on my own," she sighed tiredly.

I walked over to her and brought her into my arms. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm really trying to get better at being a dad. Apparently, I need more than eleven years," I was able to joke.

Her laugh was muffled against my skin. "Remember the first time I cooked for you here?" she asked me. I nodded my head at her, clearly remembering the day.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Quil chanted.

"What?" Embry asked him.

"I think I just had an orgasm in my mouth," he moaned, stuffing his face with more food.

"Fucking Quil," I commented with a laugh.

"And it seems that our kids are just about as bad as the guys were at that time," she grinned.

I laughed at her. "And you said that they wouldn't be as bad as them," I pointed out. She gave me a sheepish smile and a peck on the lips.

"I was proven wrong," she beamed. I caressed her face lovingly until I took notice of our states.

"We need to get you out of these clothes. You're dripping wet," I commented, accidentally changing the subject. I sniffed the air and looked at her with glazed eyes. "In more ways than one," I growled.

She gave me a wink and skipped up the stairway of our house. "We're already late enough as it is," she sang. I scrambled after her quickly.

"Perhaps thirty minutes won't be that late?" I asked hopefully as I closed the bedroom door behind us.

"Perhaps," she smiled wickedly.

So there you have it! My Savior is officially over! O-VER! :D

For those who don't know already, I DO have a new story coming up VERY VERY SOON! It is going to be a Bella/Jacob story. No, it is not an imprint story but you'll learn more about that as the story progresses. The story is going to be called Keep Holding On, for many reasons. Please look out for that and keep updated by putting me on AUTHOR ALERT.

(It comes out on OCTOBER 7, 2010. You guys know what date that is? It's my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY here on Fanfiction! Help me celebrate it by being one of the firsts to REVIEW my up and coming story!)

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