A/N: This is it, the end of this story. I loved it, and could have kept going, but I didn't want to drag it out for the sake of dragging it out.

Thanks to everyone who has stayed with it, for all the reviews, and all the support. Seriously, my readers are awesome.

Sunlight streamed through the large window, falling onto my face and finally waking me up. I stretched and rolled over, though I wasn't surprised when my hand didn't hit my husband's warm body. Today was a Sunday, and he usually let me sleep in on Sundays, but this Sunday was special, my day according to the calendar. I'm honestly surprised I haven't been woken up with piles of chocolate-chip pancakes, a favorite for special occasions around here, along with fresh fruit, juice, milk, and coffee, along with a bouquet of flowers, and some hastily wrapped gifts, several of them home-made. Judging by several crashes and a fit of maniacal laughter I have a few minutes before my quiet room is invaded, so I decided I could wake up slowly.

I glanced across at the wall opposite my bed, which I'd be quick to admit that it's my favorite wall in the house. I went a little overboard with the pictures, each one carefully chosen to document a point in Jacob's and my relationship, arranged in a clock pattern because I have a talent, according to Ron, to over-think the littlest of things. The pictures start at the top with the earliest photos of Jacob and I, at Edward and Bella's wedding, hanging out on the beach in La Push, his prom. Next came the next phase of our relationship, when Jacob moved in, I was busy working, and I finally got him to agree to go to school to become a mechanic. And then the Fourth of July fireworks, when he proposed right before the first firework exploded, my reaction to the unexpected proposal caught on film highlighted in the bright green glow. I told him I'd marry him as soon as he was done with his schooling, and true to my word I married him the weekend after he graduated. The Cullens let us use Isle Esme for our honeymoon, and there were several pictures of us enjoying the night life in Brazil, lounging on the beach, or exploring the Amazon basin. Luckily Jacob was a presence enough to keep anything too dangerous away, but we still had fun and it instilled a sense of adventure in us. I was kept busy after returning promoting my book and the potions business, and I took Jacob with me, but after a while he felt anxious to get home and stay for a while. When we returned we were surprised to find an old, beat-up Ferarri in the drive, with a note asking Jacob if he could fix it up for Carlisle and a sizable check for the repair, with the spare to cover the cost of labor. Jacob mulled it over for a few days, but in the end he couldn't resist the classic and painstakingly took nursed it back to life until it looked like new, and he delivered it to a thrilled looking Carlisle, immediately taking an order from Jasper afterwards for a 67 Shelby he had in storage that he had been meaning to take classes on how to fix up but never got around to it. And with that, Jacob's hobby-turned-job was born. He searched junk yards and shady used car dealerships for classic cars in need of love, fixed them up, and sold them. And I was suddenly doing the books for two businesses, though with the Cullens as steady clients who often paid more for labor than the car was worth once fixed, and with Severus now in charge of several potions masters and recently awarded a patent on a new potion, money wasn't an issue, and often I'd fall behind on the books in favor of traveling somewhere new.

Of course, traveling was put on the back burner when, four years into our marriage, I became pregnant. Severus moved out quickly, he had no desire to live in the same house as something that randomly cried at all hours of the night, and, though I won't admit it out loud to anyone, I didn't blame him in the slightest. Sarah was a beautiful little girl, with her father's dark skin and hair, my eyes, and from what Billy and Jacob have said, her grandmother's spirit. And Jacob was a doting dad, if not nearly as strict as I, and it quickly became apparent that he loved Sarah almost as much as he loved me. And a couple years later we welcomed Cedric, a name I suggested when I thought of the turning point that led me to being well-known enough to be sent to America. Cedric, like his namesake, was friendly, intelligent, and fair-minded, definitely the more level-headed of our two, and Jacob is convinced he'll make a great Alpha if the time comes.

The kids were not only doted on by Billy and Charlie (who was their 'adopted grandpa'), they were also a favorite of the Cullens, who visited as often as Jacob would let them around, always laden with goodies for them, never failing to let us escape for a weekend away or a vacation. Bella was particularly fond of them, and entertained them with tales of when she and Jacob were younger, and seemingly more reckless. There were also pictures of them surrounded by Weasleys while we stayed the summer in the UK, by my parents and my magical family. It didn't take long for both of them to start displaying magic, and Sarah was due to head to Hogwarts for the first time in September, and I'm not looking forward to the time that they both have wands and some idea of how to shoot some kind of annoyance spell at each other. Having just the two of them in the house has given me an even higher level of respect for Mrs. Weasley, some days I'm ready to turn them both into ferrets so I can stick them in a cage and get some peace and quiet, how she did it with seven kids, including the twins, is nothing short of a miracle.

I had intentionally left what would have been the space between eleven and twelve blank, because I know we're just starting our journey and I'm constantly going to have more photos to add. As it is about once a year I have to sit down and edit, lest the pictures take over the wall.

The sound of stampeding elephants came up the stairs, and I sat up, waiting for them to come bursting into the room without a warning knock, and they did not disappoint. Cedric took his customary head-dive onto the bed, bouncing me up and down and I tried to turn my smile into a look of disappointment in his antics. Sarah, who is going through a phase common to those about to go to Hogwarts where she thinks that if she's old enough to leave for school she must be an adult, rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance, carrying in the tray of pancakes with her back straight and her head held high. I haven't the heart to remind her that, as a first year, she'll be one of what Ron not-so affectionately called 'midgets'.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Cedric sang, jumping on Jacob's side of the bed and preventing Sarah from putting the tray down.

"Hey, monkey," Jacob chuckled as he entered the room carrying three cups, the morning paper tucked under his arm, and flashing me his trademark lopsided smile that still somehow made me weak in the knees. "Down."

"Subtle, Jake," I smiled at him as Cedric, with an exaggerated groan, took a final giant bounce on his rear end and came to settle with his legs dangling off the side.

"He's a nine year-old boy, honey," he replied, sitting next to me. "The shorter, the better."

"One could argue the same about his father," I murmured so only he could hear, and he let off a bark of laughter.

"I'll let you give the commands later," he whispered into my ear, and despite the fact that we've been together over twenty years I still blushed.

"I made the pancakes, Mum," Sarah announced. Another thing she was picking up as she prepared to go to Hogwarts, a pseudo British accent, as she was the only American attending and she didn't want to be the one who 'sounded funny'.

"Thanks, sweetheart," I replied as she placed the tray in front of me.

"I also got you this," she said, thrusting a small wrapped box at me.

I took the box and opened it to find a carefully woven bracelet with the small wolf charm Jacob had given me so long ago hanging from it. The original band had worn, and while I kept repairing it with magic I had been hoping for something newer, but never got around to buying it. "It's beautiful," I smiled at her, reaching out to pull her into a tight hug, which she grudgingly accepted because no one but the family was around.

"I got you something, too. I got you something, too," Cedric chanted, waving his gift over his head like a trophy.

"Let's have it, then," I said, holding out my hands for the inevitable toss. I opened the gift to find the latest car racing game inside.

"It's so cool, mom," he said, crawling across the bed to show me the features. "You can choose from fifteen different cars, on twenty different tracks, and they've got turbo boosters..."

"You'll have to show me how to play it soon," I said, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, I will," he nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright, you two, lets give Mom some quiet time to read her paper and eat."

"I wanna play the game!" Cedric announced.

"No, sir, it's Mom's game. You can play later when she comes downstairs."

"Aw, man."

"What you two can do is go downstairs and clean up that kitchen."

Sarah's jaw fell open. "But there's so many dirty dishes!" she exclaimed.

"Which Mom would probably rather not see, so why don't you high-tail it down there and get them done?"

"This stinks," Cedric grumbled as they left.

"I could have used magic to clean it later," I said after I heard them starting to clean.

"Yeah, but this way it gives us ten minutes of cleaning time, and maybe twenty minutes of dawdling time, all to ourselves," he smiled, leaning over and giving me a prolonged kiss on my neck.

"You can't wait until tonight?" I laughed, double-checking the door to make sure I didn't see any little pairs of eyes looking in and preparing to proclaim how gross it is that their parents are showing each other affection.

"I can, and I will, at least until three when Billy shows up."

"But you still won't tell me what I have in store for me tonight?"

"Despite what you thought at Hogwarts, it's not always good to know everything. Part of the allure of a surprise is, you know, being surprised," he laughed. I could watch that smile all day, it still was a charmer after all these years, though to be fair it hadn't changed much. Jacob hadn't phased in three years, but in the years leading up to it he stayed relatively the same, and it was only when I was starting to feel self-conscious about looking older while he didn't age that he decided to stop phasing and start aging. I still look older, but at least now he's got a wrinkle and doesn't make me look like I still have a thing for college boys.

"It's nice of Billy, Charlie, and Sue to take them tonight," I said, taking a bite of the pancakes.

"Well, they don't have more than a few weeks before we go to England for the summer, and when we come back Sarah won't be with us, so really they're just getting as much time as they can before they're left alone to do whatever the old folks do for fun around here."

"Speaking of old folks..." I started, biting my lip.

"Did you say hello to Jasper for me?" he sighed.

"I put it much more politely than 'hey, leech'."

"But that's what I'd say."

"Jacob..."

"Fine. How are my favorite group of para... how are the Cullens?"

"They're doing well, and they've decided to spend the summer in London, and are expecting to spend much of it with the kids."

"Wonderful," he said, though not as sarcastically as he once did. There would never be love there, at least when it came to any of them but Bella, but he was much better about tolerating them, though I'll never be able to stop the insults.

"Bella wants to know if she, Edward, Alice, and Jasper could take them to France for a week."

"Just them?"

"No, they want us to come, too. Bella says she misses you, and that she knows a beautiful little lane to go motorcycling down."

He beamed. "It is nice to ride the bikes without worrying about what bone she's going to break this time."

"So that's a yes?"

"I guess."

"Wonderful," I said, finishing my pancakes and putting the tray on the floor. I leaned against him, our arms wrapping around each other, and smiled.

"I was talking to Billy," he said after a long moment.

"About what?"

"Well, the kids are getting older. Sarah's going to Hogwarts, and Cedric is only a few years away from it. Perhaps it's time we consider making our summer move over there a permanent one."

"But won't Billy be upset? Paul and Rachel just moved to Virginia, I'd hate for him to be over here alone."

"I was thinking he wouldn't be. I was thinking he'd rather like England."

I sat up and looked at him. I had been thinking about permanently moving home, but it seemed so much better for us to stay put since I traveled so much easier than he did. I had mentioned it once a while back, but talked myself out of it in front of him and thought that was the end of the conversation. Obviously he had been thinking about it a lot. "Are you serious?" I asked in a whisper.

"We'll probably have to do the big move once Sarah is at school, but, yeah, I think it's about time."

I threw myself at him and kissed him. "Thank you," I whispered.

"I think we may even have to get the blood, er, the Cullens here to help with the move."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Who else is going to be able to remember the insanity behind your wall?" he said with a nod at my pictures.

"Hey, I love those!"

"I know. I love them, too. But you have to admit, no sane person can figure out the logic behind where each one goes."

"Oh, shut up," I huffed, playfully punching his chest.

He pulled me down for another prolonged kiss. "Happy Mother's Day," he muttered against my lips.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you. Always," he replied, the same words he said every time after I told him I loved him. We lay there in each others' arms, knowing that in a few minutes we'd have to go clean up the mess the kids left while cleaning up the kitchen, but just enjoying each other for a while.