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Hey kiddes, I know it's been a while. Thanks so much for your patience. Well, this is it...the end of my little tale. I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. It truly means so much.

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I stare at myself in the mirror. I look older, yet the same. I give myself the once-over, and with one last sweep of lip gloss, I'm all set. I never imagined that I would be getting ready, yet again, for another class reunion. Yet, here I am, doing what I did ten years ago all over again. And why? One name—Angela.

I am quite content with staying at home, avoiding it altogether. But, in true Angela fashion, she broke out the big guns—pouty lips, puppy dog eyes, and the rationale that I would regret not going, because just think of what happened at the last one. All that wouldn't have taken place if I had never gone. Plus, we haven't seen each other in a while. So, of course I had to say yes. I miss my best friend.

Forks High's twenty-year reunion is being held at the same hotel as our tenth. The cab pulls up in front of the building, I pay him, and make my way into the hotel lobby. I, just like last time, easily spot the banner welcoming the class of 2012. And just as before, there is a table set up with name tags. I quickly spot mine and slap it to my chest. I have to readjust it a couple of times; my boobs being slightly bigger and swollen isn't allowing it to lay just right.

I make my way into the room, and I am thankful the air conditioning is cranked. My heated skin welcomes the cool air like it's an old friend wrapping its arms around it in a hug. I glance around the room and notice a few familiar faces, and one very familiar—Angela.

She's moved away since our last reunion, right after she and Ben got engaged. The two of them definitely hit it off that night and immediately started dating. Ben lives on the other side of the country, so they did the long distance thing. I know it was hard on Angela, but she was so strong during those months. My heart ached for her every time she came over sniffling because she and Ben just Skyped or talked—the feeling of not being able to really see him was weighing her down. When Ben finally decided to propose, he surprised her one weekend. Soon, they were not only making wedding plans, but plans to have Angela move out with him. Her job allowed for easy relocation.

I was sad to have my best friend move thousands of miles away, but the overwhelming feeling of happiness for her—for finding her soul mate—was bigger in comparison. I flew out to hang with her every chance I got until a few months ago. That's why I didn't protest coming to this reunion as much as I did the last one. At first she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to fit it in her schedule, but when she told me was coming, I easily acquiesced, telling her I would attend.

Angela's warm smile wraps around me right before her arms do. Her arms tighten around me, bringing me as close to her as she can. Our embrace causes a lump to grow in my throat, and I fight back tears that I know are waiting to spill forth. I didn't realize how much I truly missed her until just now.

She releases me and holds me at arm's length. "Bella, wow, you look, just…amazing…you are truly…glowing..."

Ben smiles beside her, nodding, "She's right, Bella, you look great. Beyond great, really."

I feel my skin heat up. "Thanks, you guys look great too," I tell them both as I leave Angela's grasp and give Ben a hug.

One of Ben's friends—Eric, I think—comes and joins our little group with his wife. We start talking about what we've been up to. My eyes roam the room looking for…

I start to zone out, and my attention goes back ten years ago…

"I'm glad…better than glad, really…that you are sitting here having coffee with me, Bella. There's so much I want to tell you…I need to tell you…and…and I couldn't do it back there." Edward's green eyes show me the sincerity of his words.

After our kiss, and God, what a kiss—I didn't think I would recover—he asked me if I would like to go get some coffee so we could talk.

Angela hugs me and pushes me to leave. I have to admit I am slightly hesitant—what if I make a complete fool out of myself? What if I what I'm feeling is one sided still?

There are so many what ifs.

Edward reaches across the table, gently grasping my hand. A warmth spreads out from his touch and travels the entire length of my body. I fell warm and fuzzy from the inside out.

"Bella…Jesus, where do I start? I thought…I thought this would be easy, but…but now that I have you in front of me…it's anything but easy…" Edward's nervousness is throwing me for a loop and making my mind spin.

I never thought I'd see him so…so flustered.

I gently squeeze his hand, just like a thousand times Angela has done for me, encouraging him to continue.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes trained on the table. After a few more deep breaths, his eyes meet mine. "Okay, here it goes. The reason Rose…the reason Rose has been so…even though I dated Rose back in high school because…well…as stupid as it sounds…it was expected of me since I was the team captain and she was head cheerleader…I…I liked you…like really liked you…but…"

His words trail off and he looks deep into my eyes, trying to get me to understand what is unspoken.

Of course I get it.

It hurts even more, but I get it. He was Edward Cullen—captain of the team, and she was Rosalie Hale—head cheerleader; they were considered royalty and expected to date. High school politics and such. As much as I get it, as much as my eyes and the squeeze I give his hand tells him that I get it, in the back of my mind I can't help but wonder what if, and the sting of knowing he liked me but was too wrapped up in all that bullshit back then cuts right through me.

"But you were afraid to go against the norm," I finish for him.

He just nods.

As disappointed as I am in what he did, what they did to me, I understand. Maybe if it had been the other way around, I would have acted and done the same things. A bigger part of me thinks otherwise.

He hangs his head. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I was a jerk and stupid and immature. I knew what was going on and I did nothing to stop it. I cared about—I care about you now, and I let those idiots bully you. I'm ashamed and not proud of what and who I was. I just hope you can forgive me and we can move past that. Because honestly, Bella, I don't think I have the strength to stay away from you after seeing you tonight."

When Edward finally looks up, I say the only words my heart will allow. "Then don't."

And he didn't.

That was a night of definite firsts for me—firsts I'll never forget.

The first time I spoke up for myself to Rosalie.

The first time Edward defended me.

The first time Edward kissed me.

The first time he told me he was sorry.

The first time I learned he liked me back in high school.

Our sort of first date.

And since then, there have been many more firsts I never thought I'd get a chance to experience.

The first time I heard the three most amazing words from him...

"Bella, where are you?" Edward calls out from somewhere in my apartment.

"Edward? Thank God. I'm in my room," I yell back from underneath my bed.

I was looking for something, and I could have sworn I put it in one of the boxes under the bed. So now I am waist deep in dust bunnies, and the box I needed isn't under here. To top it all off, I'm struggling to get out from underneath the bed—I think my belt loop on my jeans is stuck on the frame or something. I wiggle and wiggle, and yet I still don't budge.

It feels like I've been under here for hours.

"Bella?" I hear Edward's voice coming from the direction of my feet.

"Edward, I'm…I'm stuck…I can't get out…I think my belt loop is stuck on the bed frame…" I can hear the desperation in my own voice.

He laughs.

Instead of consoling me, telling me everything will be okay now that he's here—he fucking laughs.

My frustration of being trapped is suddenly replaced with anger.

Anger directed at my supposed Knight in Shining Armor.

"Edward, it isn't funny," I scold.

He laughs some more.

"Edward! Stop laughing. This isn't funny—at all!" I yell in complete and utter frustration.

Frustration at the situation, frustration at my stupid belt loop, and frustration at him for laughing.

"Babe, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you," he teases.

"I'm not laughing, Edward," I deadpan.

"Awww, come on, babe. Don't be like that. If you could see what I can, you would be laughing too."

"I doubt that," I reply.

"Edward, please, I've been stuck under here for hours. Please help me?" I pout.

I know if he could see "the pout," the laughing would cease, but unfortunately my pout is stuck under the bed with me, away from Edward's eyes.

Stupid bed.

I can feel myself start to get really emotional. Warm tears prick my eyes.

I wiggle my ass, trying to free it, to no avail.

"Mother trucking snot bucket!"

The laughing subsides, and I feel a hand creep up my leg and then my ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Edward, seriously, now isn't the time," I reprimand.

"I've got you helpless and at my mercy—when isn't a better a time?" he teases, giving my ass another firm squeeze.

I wiggle against him.

"Not helping, Bella."

"Sorry," I mumble.

His hand moves up my ass to my waist—freeing me from my prison. I begin to slide myself from under the bed when strong hands wrap around my ankles, quickly pulling on me.

Cool air hits my sweaty skin—relief washes over me.

I am resting on the floor, Edward hovering over me, just staring. I'm starting to feel a little conscious—about what, I have no idea.

He leans in and his fingers go into my hair, putting away a huge ass dust bunny.

I feel my skin heat up. I must look like hell—dust bunny-covered hell.

He smiles and shakes his head. "You're beautiful, even covered in dust bunnies."

My heart swells. He always has a way of unarming me.

Edward watches his fingers remove the dust bunny, and then as it floats away. As soon as it's gone, his attention is drawn back to me—a very disheveled me.

"Edward, I should really go and take…"

He silences me with a tender kiss.

It effectively turns my insides to goo. Just like the first time he ever kissed me—just like every time.

He sweeps something off my forehead while his eyes never leave mine. My heart pounds in my chest.

He briefly closes his eyes and when they open again, there's something different about them. They look as though he's fighting against something, but he's losing. I can't imagine what it must be.

He smiles briefly. I notice his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

He's focused on me, but it's almost as if he's looking right into me—right into my soul, into my very being.

"God, I love you, dust bunnies and all."

My heart thumps wildly. Did he just…I don't think I heard him…We've never said…

"Edward?" I question, hoping like hell I heard what I heard.

His smile grows. "I love you. I think I always have,and I know I always will," he repeats.

A smile takes over my lips and I strongly utter the words I've been wanting to for so long. "I love you."

That memory will stay with me forever. My mind wanders deeper, and I can't help but remember the first time we made love…

Edward and I have officially been dating for a month now, and he insists on making it a big deal. I swear he must have been a woman in his past life—he wants to celebrate our one month anniversary. I know I've been counting our time together, I just never realized he had been too.

He always seems to find a way to surprise me.

Angela helped me get ready. Edward wanted to cook for me, so we are having dinner at his place. He wouldn't tell me what else he had planned. I thought that maybe me would have told me to pack an overnight back, but he didn't. Edward's been…been very respectful since we started seeing each other. I mean, we haven't done the deed yet. Believe me, I've wanted to, and I know it's the same for him. Shit, I feel it every time things start to get heated between us, but for whatever reason, Edward is the one that puts on the brakes. He just wants me to be sure, I guess. I mean, I'm no virgin, haven't been for a long time. Edward is just old-fashioned. He says he just wants me to be sure that I want us, because I'm it for him. I'm his "one." No matter how many times I tell the silly man that I'm sure—that he's my "one" too, he still puts on the brakes. He says there's something in my eyes he notices—some kind of hesitation.

I have no fucking idea what he sees—it completely baffles me. I talked with Angela about it, of course, and she seems to think that Edward is hesitant because he probably still feels somewhat guilty about the past—how he didn't do the right thing back then when it came to me. She seems to think that maybe he just wants me to be completely certain that I've overcome all of that. I know I have, and she knows I have. I just wish Edward did too. I understand—to a point—where he's coming from. We've talked about it quite often—high school. I tell him that I have moved on, that I have gotten past it—I've forgiven him, forgiven Rosalie.

The man is just as stubborn as I am, and it is infuriating to say the least. But I understand.

I thought that maybe tonight was going to be the night, but again, he didn't say pack an overnight bag. Of anything I've learned about Edward, he's prepared and practical.

Overnight bags are being prepared and practical, right?

R*R

Edward greets me with a warm hug when he opens the door.

"You look…beautiful," he tells me.

I melt in his arms, especially when his lips find mine, and he kisses me passionately, deeply. I feel it all the way down to my toes.

He pulls me into his apartment, kicking the door closed but never breaking our kiss. His hands roam my curves. My hands roam the strong contours of his shoulders and back. Both of us shudder.

He pulls away, breaking our kiss. I pout.

Edward shakes his head. "Don't worry, love, there'll be more of that soon enough."

The man turns to me to goo.

He leads me into his apartment. Soft music fills the space, and the smells that are coming from the kitchen are making me salivate even more. I mean, I was salivating before the smell hit me because I'm walking behind Edward, and the way his pants are hugging his ass…well, it should be illegal.

I inhale deeper, and the smells that permeate my nose have my stomach growling in approval.

"Someone's hungry?" Edward teases.

"You know my stomach," I offer with a shrug.

"Among other parts of you," Edward teases, his voice laced with desire.

I shiver, and my insides tingle.

Edward chuckles.

Edward leads me to the dinner table, and pulls out my chair. He's always the gentleman.

"Thank you."

Edward pours me a glass of wine and then heads back into the kitchen.

I take a sip and smile. Tonight is going to be a wonderfully romantic night.

R*R

Dinner was beyond delicious. Edward made homemade lobster ravioli with a lemon butter sauce that was to die for. I swear the man could open up his own restaurant.

I'm stuffed as we sit on the couch, just talking. The music fills the space when our voices don't; the fire crackles as well. Tonight is just perfect.

I feel Edward's eyes on me, so I turn to look at him.

When I look into his beautiful green eyes, I see nothing but love and want and desire. I feel all those things and more.

Edward takes the glass from my hand and places it down on the table beside his. "I love you—you know that, right?"

Silly man. "I know, and I love you too, Edward, more than I ever thought possible."

He smiles. "I don't really remember what my life was like before you. I can't imagine my life without you."

I feel my eyes get watery. "Edwar—"

Before I can finish saying his name, his lips are on mine, his hand cradles my head while his other hand grips my waist.

A small moan escapes me.

Edward's tongue sweeps against my bottom lip. I part my lips and my tongue seeks out his. They easily find each other, twisting and tasting and massaging. I'm consumed by burning desire. My insides tingle and twist. My body is more alive than it's ever been. Every point his body touches mine is a live wire, surging and singing with an energy—a want, a need.

Our kiss deepens, and Edward's hand on my waist begins to grip me tighter. He pulls away so we can catch our breath, resting his forehead against mine. I look to him, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

"Bella…" It's all he needs to say.

I take his hand in mine and lead us off the couch and down the hall to his bedroom.

I've never wanted a man more than I've ever wanted Edward.

I lead him over to the bed, and we stand facing each other. The glow of the moon is the only light in the room. Slowly, my clothes find their way to the floor, and I stand before Edward, completely bare. His eyes roam my body, taking all of me in. I feel worshiped and cherished and sexy, and above all else, wanted.

Edward's clothes find their way to mine, and my eyes take him in—all of him—and he is just perfect.

I crawl my way onto his bed. Edward stands beside it, his eyes never leaving mine.

With a curl of my finger, I beckon him to join me. He smiles, and it warms my heart—my soul.

Edward crawls onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. "I love you, my Bella."

"I love you."

Edward peppers my skin with wet kisses, starting with my lips, my jaw, my neck, and continuing to work his way down. His tongue swirls around my pert nipple, drawing it into his mouth, sucking and licking. My back arches off the bed, trying to get closer to him.

He continues to give attention to the girls, while his hand snakes up my leg, getting closer and closer to where I'm aching and needing him the most.

"Edward," I moan. The things the man is making me feel are beyond real.

Edward's skillful fingers finds me warm and wet as they pushes inside me.

"God, baby, you're so tight, so wet for me."

"Only you, Edward, always you."

Edward's fingers start to pump in and out of me while he continues to lavish me with hot wet kisses and licks of his tongue.

I can feel myself getting close, just stepping up to the edge, readying myself for the fall.

My insides tingle, coil, and then tighten.

"I'm close, Edward, so close…" My voice trails off as he pumps one last time, reaching that spot.

I am done. I fall. I fall hard into the abyss of complete ecstasy, his name falling from my lips.

Edward pulls his fingers out, and I am left feeling empty and needing him even more. He skims his lips up my torso, then capturing mine. I feel his cock right where I still want and need him. Slowly, ever so slowly, I feel Edward begin to push inside me, his lips never leaving mine.

He stills his movements when he is half way in; I've never felt so full, so stretched in my entire life. He is allowing me to get acclimated to him. Once I feel ready, I press my heels into his ass, telling him I need and want more.

Edward begins to slowly and torturously push further inside me and then out. A steady rhythm is created between the two of us. I meet him with my hips with each thrust. Edward starts to push harder, faster, deeper inside me, while he continues to worship my skin with his lips. I worship his with my fingertips—memorizing every contour, every ripple, every muscle, every nuance that make him—Edward—that makes him mine.

"Bella, I'm…are you?"

I feel the familiar tighten inside me, and I know I am close, just as he is. I nod, unable to catch my breath and find words.

A few more thrusts and my orgasm washes over me, my insides tightening and pulsating around Edward.

Edward pushes one last time, even deeper inside me and he stills, his body trembling with his own orgasm.

Our names fall from our lips, wrapping around each other with all the desire, love, and want we feel for each other.

Edward's body molds to mine, and I relish the feel of his weight on me. It grounds me, it lets me know that this is real—that's it's all mine.

Our heavy panting fills the room, eventually fading as our breathing becomes normal.

Hesitantly, Edward pulls out of me. My body is already protesting the loss of the connection. He pulls me against him, cradling me at his side. His strong arms wrap around me, and I push closer to him, but it never seems close enough.

"I love you," he tells me as he kisses the top of my head with reverence.

"Mmmmm, love you too," I mumble sleep finding me.

"Always," he mumbles as well.

"Always," I echo.

I come back to the present—my body on fire—and notice all of my friends around me are deep in different conversations. At least my little travel back in time went unnoticed, but I have a feeling Angela knows because she gives me that smile. Yep, she knows I've been reminiscing.

As I scan the room, my bladder informs me it's full. It's always freaking full. I mouth to Angela I need to use the restroom. She mouths back, asking if she should go with me. I motion that I'm fine by myself.

I walk through the room toward the restroom when someone catches my elbow. "Bella?"

I turn, and I am face to face with none other than Rosalie Hale.

"Hello, Rosalie."

"Hi." She smiles at me with great apprehension.

All I do is smile back, feeling uncomfortable in the awkward silence.

I take a chance and start to walk away—I really have to pee.

"Bella, wait," she calls to me.

I stop my footsteps and turn to face her again; her violet eyes show nothing but remorse—I think.

She takes a deep breath and looks me straight in the eye. "Look, I know…I know at our last reunion, I was…"

"A complete and utter bitch," I finish for her.

She chuckles, shaking her head. "Yes, beyond bitch, really. And…and I just want to apologize to you and thank you as well."

I'm stunned. Rosalie Lillian Hale is apologizing. She's never apologized for anything in her entire life. Well, at least not in high school. I assume it applies to the rest of her life as well—just a hunch.

"Thank me?"

"After what Edward said and after the way you confronted me…I…I guess you could say the light bulb went off—so to speak. I guess I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized that I didn't want to be that girl anymore…I realized…that…that if I kept all of those feelings inside me…held on to them…they…they would destroy me…I just…I just didn't want that to happen. You allowed me to see that people can change, and for the better. Thanks to you, Bella…I…I wanted better…" she finishes, and I notice her eyes are glistening.

On instinct, my hand reaches for hers, takes it, and gives her a gentle squeeze. "I'm happy for you, Rosalie, really. I guess both of us learned a lot since our last reunion."

She gives me a smile just as the biggest man I have ever seen comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. Her smile broadens.

She looks back to him, and the man tenderly kisses her temple—Rosalie blushes. I suddenly feel like I'm an intruder and need to leave. Besides, I'm just about to break out in the pee pee dance.

Stupid bladder.

"Bella, this is my husband, Emmett McCarty. Emmett, this is Bella Swan."

"Cullen," a warm velvety voice says from behind me.

Rosalie's eyes momentary widen in disbelief, but then they warm with understanding.

I feel strong arms wrap around me, and I can't help but smile as I lean into his chest.

"Hello, Rose," Edward says behind me.

"Hello, Edward," Rose returns.

"Hi, I'm Rosie's husband, Emmett." He puts out his hand to shake Edward's.

Silent understanding and acceptance surround the four of us.

"It's nice meeting you," Edward genuinely says to Emmett.

"Same here, man," Emmett returns as he snakes his hand back around Rosalie's waist.

I begin to squirm, and Edward instantly knows the reason why. He turns me in his arms and leans down to my stomach. "Are you making Mommy squirm, little one?"

He loves talking to our baby—our third. He did the same thing when I was pregnant with Riley and then again when I was pregnant with Bree.

"Yes, your son is making me squirm, Mr. Cullen."

He gently rubs my stomach before lacing his fingers with mine.

"Rose, it was good seeing you," Edward says as he turns us towards the restroom.

"You too, and congratulations, Bella, pregnancy agrees with you," Rosalie returns, sincerity in her voice.

"Thank you. Maybe we can talk again later," I reply, squeezing my legs together. Yep, one pee pee dance coming up.

Rosalie smiles and shakes her head. "I'd like that. Now go before you burst."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. Edward steers us through the crowd—protective as always.

"Are you okay?" he whispers in my ear.

And I can honestly answer him that I am. Since our last reunion, there has been many firsts, and I guess those firsts are continuing with this one as well. I think it's a first for Rosalie to apologize, especially to me. Looking back, I wouldn't want it any other way. All of those firsts, all of those moments. In high school and since high school have brought me here—have brought me to Edward, and I wouldn't change a thing.

A/N: Again, thank you so much. I know some of you had issues with Bella's reaction to the whole Rosalie thing. Many of you thought she should have reacted differently. In the end I think she woman-uped so to speak, don't you? Anyway, please show me so love, I really want to know what you think. I do have some plot bunnies thumping around in my head. So, you will be hearing from me again. Put me on your Alerts to know when exactly. Right, now I have no clue when... I am currently enrolled in Smut University and have been posting my homeword assignment. They are unbeta'd but check them out. Actually, check out all of my classmates fics there are some really, really good ones. Again thanks so much! See ya soon!