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Ahem, anyway, chapter twenty-one. Just for you.

I apologise for the wait, and I am sad to say, this is the final Chapter :'( I've enjoyed writing this, and I've thrived on your reviews. Thank you for sticking with me throughout this story, and for having extreme paitience with me, and my eternally slow computer.

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''Em! No!'' I scolded the toddler as she dashed through the house, giggling as she held her fathers left shoe. She hated him leaving; such a Daddys' girl. I chuckled and swung my arms around her, and carried her protesting form into the living room. An exasperated Paul sat, head in hands. I could see the boyish grin on his face, the gleam of a chuckle in his dark eyes. The crinkles gave him away.

''Now, my little Girl, why are you taking Dadas' shoes?''

''Dada! No go, no go!'' She cried from my position in her arms, tears streaking down her angelic face.

''Shhh, baby. Mama's baking cookies...'' Her sniffles stopped, and a grin appeared.

''Me help, Mama?'' I nodded and a delighted squeal erupted from her, and I placed her wriggling body on the floor, and watched her small, chubby legs carry her off into the adjoining room. I strode over to my husband, who had just tied his final shoe on, and gathered his tan, rough face in my hands. I kissed him fiercely, the passion still there after almost six years together.

''Be safe, I love you. Always'' I kissed the tip of his nose, and heard him repeat the sentiment to me. He, along with the Pack and Cullens, were chasing Nomadic Vamps through La Push. Safe to say, I was petrifried. I clung to him for a moment longer, then he left the house. I felt cold. I found that baking would pass the time, and keep Emalie entertained.

''Mama! Yuk, yuk!'' Emalie was having trouble with her words, saying them wrong, but it always made me smile.

''What is it Baby?''

''Yuk'' She proudly held her hands out and showed me the goopy, globby mess of cookie dough she'd made, as she knew what to do, we'd made cookies that many times. I laughed, a tense sound.

''Cook dis?'' I nodded, and put her mixture in a smaller bowl, which I happily passed to her. I had to wash her messy hands, and held her up to the sink. She screamed, in what could be called abject horror, as the cold water splashed her.

''Mama! You no wet'' She stated, the proceeded to cup her hands under the water and splash it in my face.

''Bettwer'' She appraised me with an impish smile and squirmed and dropped from my arms, gracefully for a three year old. I blamed it on Paul, and his unusual, graceful wolfy genes. I hoped she wouldn't start showing signs of it, but many of the packs children do, even from a young age, and that is a sign that the may phase when they get older. And that scared me. My little girl, the angry little wolf in ten, eleven years time. I pulled myself out of my daze and I shot after my unusually quiet daughter, and found her drawing happily on her bedroom wall, might I add.

She didnt notice me, and she stood up, looking at her squiggly, wobbly lines, drawn in different colours on her faded yellow wall. I leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and watched her make changes, her little pink tounge sticking out in furious concentration. I looked out of the window at the fading light and knew I'd have to put her to bed soon.

''Agh, Mama. You scawy'' She crossed her little arms in anger, and scowled at me as I pulled a funny face. I laughed at her expression, and picked her up. I slung the struggling child under my arm, and marched to the bathroom. She increased her struggling tenfold when she saw my destination.

''Now, Emalie, you're getting a bath, wether you like it all not''

''No, no'' She pushed and pulled at me. I struggled with the clasp of her dungarees. I ran the water until it was warm, and dunked her into it. I chuckled as the sopping child struggled.

Bath done, I hoisted her out, and wrapped her in her towel, carrying her to her room. I would let her pick her night clothes tonight.

''Right, baby, go pick some Pj's, then call me. Then we'll have cookies and milk'' I left her too it, and went downstairs to pull the cookies out of the oven, and to let them have time to cool. I poured two glasses of milk, and placed them next to the cookies.

''Ready?'' I called out.

''Yep'' She strode proudly onto the landing wearing a ballerina dress up skirt, and a mouse top. I laughed, and picked her up. I pressed my lips to her forehead, and brought out more sensible wear. I pulled out her pink Pj's, and slipped her into them, much to her protests.

''Cookies'' I reminded her, and she quietend. I lifted her so she was across my back, and charged round her room, laughter bubbling up from both of us.

''Mow, mow!'' She cried, whacking the back of my head as I walked down stairs. I heard movement in the kitchen, and instantly became tense. The door hadn't openend. I put her down, and held my finger to my lips. She knew to be quiet, as I and Paul had taught her to if she was told. She scurried into a sitting position, and became as still as a mouse.

I quietly, and calmly, walked to the kitchen.

''Paul!'' One hand on my chest ''You scared me!'' I scolded him. He laughed and swung me up in his arms, when I noticed the puckered, angry mark on his chest.

I traced it.

''What...?'' I let the moment trail off, my question in the air.

''Vamp. No need to worry, Bella. I'm fine'' Which is when I noticed there was three cookies left, and no milk in the cups.

''Paul?'' I questioned, quirking my eyebrow, and pointing at the near-empty plate.

''Well?''

''I was hungry...'' His statement sounded like a question.

''So you ate my cookies?'' He nodded.

''Emmy?'' I called to my silent daughter, and she trotted in the kitchen. I saw her big, blue eyes widen.

''Dada!'' She cried, and went to leap into his arms, when she saw the empty plate, and her bright smile fell.

''Dada?'' She looked heartbroken. Paul looked ashamed, for a moment, the brought out a cardboard box from behind his vast back, and lo-and-behold, every single cookie was in there, minus the three from the plate.

''I thought we could sit in the garden, and enjoy the final few minutes of the dusk together?'' I pondered, but Emalie nodded, and finally, dived into her fathers arms, displaying that eerie gracefulness no three-year old should posses. Paul saw my look, and ran a hand down the crown of my head, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes at his touch, the warmth radiating through me as we, our small family, headed into our garden, to enjoy the world together.

I sat in on the grass, feeling the moisture seep through my trousers, and placed my Daughter on my lap, and allowing Paul to curl his arms around me, cheek on my head. And we sat like that, for what seemed like hours, nibbling cookies, laughing and talking until Emalie fell asleep, snoring lightly and twitching slightly in her dreams.

Paul carried her into the house, and was back within minutes. I smiled, and patted the damp grass next to me. He sat, and as he pulled me against his chest. I turned my head to look at him, and as he kissed me full on the lips, I knew that life could never be better.

Aw, Paul didn't feature much in this chapter, but i think his return made it all the more sweeter. Thank you, my avid readers, for your time to read this pain of a story. It means so much to know that people actually like :)

Never fear though, I will be starting a new story.

Its Edward/Bella. And I promise you funniness, surprises and a longer story.

Au Revoire for now, my friends.