Chapter 81 - Blessed Events & One Little Year

"Bells, it's time to say goodbye," my father's voice sounded strained, as if he was trying very hard to hold back whatever emotion he was feeling.

I looked at him dressed in his dark suit, and thought back to the last time I'd seen him dressed so formally.

My wedding day…


Charlie's hand touched my elbow, gently nudging me to stand and go with him.

I followed along the path, my arm wrapped around my Dad's. The day was beautiful; sunny and warm, so unusual for Forks… I stopped walking and closed my eyes as I took in a deep breath.

"It smells like springtime," I whispered.




Dad nodded. "Hard to believe it's December."

We approached the small chapel on the cemetery grounds, my steps slowed as my legs began to feel heavy. I forced myself to continue on just a little farther, knowing that soon I could rest.


Once inside, all eyes turned in my direction and regarded me sadly as I passed. I stared at the familiar faces, not able to attach a single name to any of them. I knew each and every person, but the weight of my mental and physical exhaustion was bearing down on me, making it difficult for my mind to process.

My steps faltered when I glanced beyond the rows of sad faces and saw the coffin ahead of us, open, waiting for me.


"You okay?" Dad whispered.

I shook my head no and dropped my chin to my chest effectively obscuring my face behind a curtain of brown tresses. Charlie let go of my arm and instead wrapped his around my shoulders, pulling me against him.


"You're not alone Bells. I promise I'll never leave you honey." My Dad said the words he thought I needed to hear.


I knew they were a lie.

How could he promise that? It wasn't within his power to do so.


Through the blur of my tears, I let him guide me to the front. I wiped the moisture from my eyes with the backs of my hands and timidly approached the coffin.


My breath hitched and my eyes filled with tears yet again when I saw the still form of the man I loved more than life itself.

How could he be so beautiful even in death?


It looks as if he's asleep…


Any moment now he'll peek at me from under his eyelids and smile that smile meant only for me.

He'll pull me into his arms and kiss me, not caring who was around to see. The rest of the world didn't matter. It never did, when Edward held me close.


Through my musings, I kept my eyes on his face.


So still….

I felt the sudden urge to stroke his cheek, certain that my touch would wake him, would bring him back to me.


I reached out to touch his serene face with my fingertips.


Cold

The shock of his icy skin caused my hand to jerk away. I heard someone let out a blood curdling scream, before realizing that it had come from me.


I collapsed against my father's chest and sobbed as he wrapped me in his arms, and tried to soothe me.

Nothing could help me now. Every hope, every dream, every tomorrow would be buried in the cold ground with the only man I would ever love.

"Bella baby wake up. It's okay, everything's okay," it wasn't my father's voice who called to me. It wasn't my father's arms wrapped around me.

I forced my eyes open, only to find a pair of concerned green ones looking back at me. "Baby, you had a nightmare"

Edward


My Edward

He wasn't dead.

I pulled him down to me and buried my face in his neck as I held onto him for dear life; my body wracked with sobs, my mind still trapped half in my dream and half in the waking world.

Just a nightmare

I tried to pull my thoughts from the dark images of my dream. "You're really here?"

"Of course I am, please don't cry," he soothed.

"I dreamt you died," I sobbed as I whispered the impossible words.

Edward's arms tightened fractionally around me. "I'm not going anywhere Bella."

New tears streamed down my face as I remembered Charlie's words in my dream. "You can't promise that," I croaked out between sobs. "No one can promise that. My Mother couldn't. Charlie can't, and you can't."

I suddenly realized that I was becoming hysterical.

"Baby, you're having a reaction to the accident today. You were frightened and now your subconscious is working overtime." As he spoke, Edward stroked my hair in an effort to calm me.

The rational part of my brain heard his words and understood that he was right. I was overreacting, but I couldn't seem to tame my irrational fears. The part of my mind that remembered all too well the feelings of helplessness and sheer terror I'd experienced as I approached the ambulance earlier that day was in control.

"I couldn't bear it if I lost you," I whispered once my tears had slowed. "You are what matters to me most in this world Edward." I said as I wriggled closer to him until there wasn't an inch of space between us. "For those few moments, when the possibility of losing you became very real in my mind, it brought everything into sharp focus. I couldn't survive it; you have to promise to be more careful." It was true. Now that I'd had a life with Edward, how could I ever face living without him?

Maybe someday after we've had fifty years or more together…..


No, not even then.

He nodded sadly.

I reached my hand up to trace the side of his face with my fingertips as we lay facing each other.

Warm

I closed my eyes and sighed with relief. When I opened them again, Edward was staring at me intently, his eyes shining in the darkness. I let my eyes drift lower to his lips. "Kiss me," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in and slowly brushed his lips against mine. As soon as he deepened the kiss, I pulled at his t-shirt, signaling that I wanted him to remove it.

I needed to feel him against me. No barriers.

Edward immediately sat up and pulled the shirt over his head before tossing it to the floor. I mimicked his movements, tossing my shirt to the floor as well. His sleep pants and my panties followed and soon we were a tangled mess of naked limbs, our hands and lips moving over each other's bodies with a sense of urgency I'd never felt before.

Is this real, or is it a dream?

As the feelings and sensations grew more intense, I was overcome with the compulsion to connect with him physically, knowing that would prove to me that he was really here; that we were really here, together.

I pushed gently until Edward was lying on his back. He let out a small grunt when I moved to straddle him, and I suddenly remembered his bruises and abrasions.

I looked down at his face; "I'm so sorry Edward, I forgot about your injuries." I began to pull away, intending to climb off and get him some painkillers, but he held my hips firmly in place. "I should get you some Tylenol." I explained.

"Bella, don't move. I need you to stay right here," he said as he leaned up in order to kiss my lips. I could feel his erection pressing against me. It wouldn't have taken much effort for him to slip inside. "You're better than any fucking Tylenol baby," he murmured against my mouth.

"Are you sure?"

"Bella," he sighed, sounding a little frustrated. "I doubt I'm in any worse shape than your brother after a game. Please baby, I'm so sorry I was careless today," he whispered sadly. "I need you Bella."

With those simple words, I was lost.

He needs me

And I needed him. More than anything else in this world, I needed him.

Edward sat up fully so that we were facing each other as I straddled him and I wrapped my legs around his back. I attacked his mouth urgently, he reacted in kind, kissing and nipping along my jaw and up to my ear. When he took my earlobe between his teeth, I felt the effect all the way in my groin. I began to move my hips so that I was rubbing my sex against his erection.

There was no way that this was a dream. It was real. It had to be. I could feel every kiss, every caress, and every inch of his length as it pressed against me.

His mouth was back on mine then as we continued to touch and stroke and tease until the need to feel him, all of him, consumed me. We let out identical moans in the darkened room when I finally lowered myself onto Edward's length.

I stilled for a moment, resting my forehead against his as I adjusted to the feel of him inside me.

So right


So perfect

As we began to move together, I was overcome by the feelings of love I held for this beautiful man. There would probably be those who would call it unhealthy the way he completely owned my heart, my body and my soul. I didn't expect others to understand. This was the way we were, and always would be.

As I rocked against him, and his hips thrust up to meet my every move, I felt the warm tears begin to trickle down my cheeks once again. The sense of relief I felt coupled with the ache in my heart at the thought of what could have been, were enough for the emotions of the day to overwhelm me. Edward wiped at the tears with his thumbs.

"Bella?" he said in a strangled whisper as he pressed his forehead to mine and stilled his movements.

"Happy tears Edward," I whispered with a smile as I rocked against him, urging him to move.

He kissed me, "I love you sweetheart, so much."

With those words, we lost ourselves in the rhythm of our lovemaking, inching higher and higher with each thrust, closer to the moment of ecstasy, until finally Edward threw his head back and moaned loudly, releasing into me as I clenched around him, and then I felt us falling, falling together, panting against each other's lips as we journeyed back down to earth.

And I knew it wasn't a dream.

And I knew that Edward was really there with me. Holding me. Loving me.

And I knew that at that moment, the world was a glorious place because I was in the arms of the man I loved.

I was at peace.

Edward held me and hummed a soft tune in my ear as I attempted to drift off to sleep a short time later.

The events of earlier that day however would not be swept aside, so in an effort to keep them from plaguing my dreams, I thought through everything that had occurred…

As I had approached the ambulance, I was greeted with the welcome sound of Edward's voice from inside, raised in anger, as he demanded to be released.


"I'm not going to the fucking hospital," he shouted, "there's nothing wrong with me."

When I finally was close enough to look through the door and peer inside, I found him sitting on the stretcher, shirtless, while the EMTs worked on him, one taking his blood pressure and another bandaging his arm.


As soon as he saw me, a smile of relief came over his face. "Bella," he said in a voice just above a whisper.

I rushed to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely able to contain my joy at seeing him conscious, "Oh Edward, what happened?"


"They didn't tell you?"


I shook my head.

"Wait a minute, how did you know I was injured?"


"I didn't. I was just coming to see you when the paps yelled that you were hurt," I said as the tears filled my eyes. "I was so scared; I was imagining the worst…" I managed in a choked whisper.


"I'm okay Bella," he soothed as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Mr. Masen, I'm sorry sir but I need your arm," The EMT taking his blood pressure announced. "It will only take a minute." I glanced at the other one and realized he was waiting patiently to continue bandaging Edward.


My joy at seeing him again was suddenly overshadowed by the realization that he had been injured. "Edward what happened?" I asked again.


"We were filming a scene and I was grazed by a car."

"You were hit by a car?" I asked, my voice rising in alarm.


"Grazed Bella. It barely touched me."


I noticed the EMT bandaging his arm give him a dubious look.

Edward shrugged and then winced a little. "Besides, it was my fault. The driver of the car did exactly as he was supposed to for the scene, but I stepped into the street a moment too early. The force knocked me down so I'll probably have bruises on one side and I have some abrasions on the other where I hit the pavement."

I took a look at the arm being bandaged and noticed the scrape from elbow to shoulder, as well as the road rash on the side of his body.


"They won't take my word that I didn't hit my head and that I don't have any broken ribs or anything." He said with a scowl. "They're insisting I go to the hospital."


"Maybe it's for the best Edward; they need to make sure you're okay."

Edward set his lips in a hard line. "The insurance company just wants to make sure I'll be able to finish the film, that's why they're pushing for the hospital visit."


I cupped the side of his face with my hand and he appeared to calm down. "Edward, would you get checked out for me?"

He closed his eyes and let out a breath, his shoulders slumped in defeat. After a moment, he half-opened his eyes and smirked. "You know I want to argue about this don't you?"


I nodded. "But you won't."

He continued to smirk. "No, I won't. It seems I can deny you nothing my love." Edward pulled me against him again and kissed me, oblivious to the emergency personnel on either side of him.


Exactly as he'd said, Edward had no broken bones, no concussion, just bruises and abrasions. On our way back to the hotel, he called Clint to inform him that he'd be on set the next day. I could tell that Clint was trying to convince him to take a day off, but Edward wouldn't hear of it.

Edward won that round.

-V&V—

When I awoke, I had the feeling that it was late, although the grey sky gave no indication of the time.

I may as well be back in Seattle.

I lifted my head to look at the clock on the nightstand through bleary eyes.

"Ten o'clock!" I said with alarm, although as I looked around I realized there was no one there to hear me.

Edward probably left for the set hours ago.

I had a sudden pang of worry after what happened on set yesterday, so I sent him a text.

E-


Are you feeling okay? I hope you're being careful. I love you. Never forget that.


-B

I could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on, so I took two Tylenol while I drew a bath.

Not surprisingly, my phone chimed with an incoming text as I climbed into the tub.

B-


I'm fine. I promise I'm being careful. If you pay me a visit, you'll be able to see for yourself. I love you too.


-E

By the time I exited the tub my head was beginning to throb in pain.

Probably because I haven't eaten and it's almost noon

I forced down some juice and a yogurt from the mini-fridge, hoping that would lessen the headache. After eating, I crawled back into the bed, with the intention of resting my eyes for an hour while I willed the headache away. After that, hopefully I'd be able to visit Edward on set.

I hadn't realized that I'd fallen asleep until the movement of the bed woke me.

"Bella, sorry I'm a little late," Edward said quietly as he rubbed my back. I looked up to find him hovering over me.

"I was going to visit you," I mumbled. It hurt to open my eyes all the way.

"Baby, are you alright? It's not like you to fall asleep this early."

"I ache all over." I answered honestly, my tongue felt thick. "And I'm cold." I told him with a shiver.

I was in my robe, but all that I had over me was the sheet from our bed. Edward immediately pulled the duvet from the chair where I'd laid it and placed it on top of me before sitting down again and feeling my head. "You're burning up," I could hear the concern in his voice. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?"

"Um, some juice and yogurt this morning." I whispered as I watched him from under my heavy lids.

"Bella, it's seven o'clock in the evening." He announced before bolting from the bedroom. He appeared back in the room about two minutes later with a glass of juice and Tylenol. "Here, I'll be right back." He said brusquely before leaving the room again.

I sipped the juice as I waited for him to return. Edward's voice sounded from the other room, and I knew he was speaking on the phone with someone. I closed my eyes and lay back against the pillows. "Bella," Edward called softly from beside the bed. "A doctor will be here shortly. My Dad says it sounds like you have the flu." He told me as he rubbed his hand over my head soothingly.

Edward didn't leave my side the entire time the doctor was there. I felt sorry for the poor man with the way my husband was grilling him for information. The concern Edward always showed for me bordered upon insanity, and I smiled to myself when I realized how much alike we were in that regard.

The doctor determined that I did indeed have the flu. He prescribed an anti-viral to shorten the duration and advised Tylenol for the fever and body aches. Edward stayed with me the entire next day. I had no idea how he got out of going to the set, but I was too sick to care.

"Thank you Edward," I whispered between naps.

"For what sweetheart," he said from where he lay beside me, working on his laptop.

"Taking such good care of me," I answered simply.

He leaned down and kissed my head. "Bella, you are the most important thing in my life. Besides, I need you well and strong for the sexcapades I have planned in New York." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

I knew he was only teasing, trying to cheer me up, and it worked.

I smiled up at him. "Thank you for that as well. I'm sure that I'm pretty scary looking right now," I whispered, "not exactly anyone's sexual fantasy, but that was a sweet thing to say."

"Baby, you'll always be my sexual fantasy, it amazes me how, even with the flu, you're still the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." He leaned down to kiss my head again.

"I think creature is the appropriate term." I teased with a weak smile.

He groaned in frustration. "You're beautiful. Now get some sleep."

If I'd felt well enough I would have laughed out loud at the way he doted on me; taking my temperature, giving me meds to reduce my fever every four to six hours, keeping a never ending supply of tissues handy, and plying me with as much hot tea, juice, and soup as I would accept, until I felt well enough to rejoin the land of the living.

The next day, I put on a good show of feeling better, and forced him to return to work. As soon as the door to our suite closed however, I crawled back in bed and spent the remainder of the day there.

By the time we were on our way to New York, I was almost back to normal, the only residual effects of my bout with the flu being the lingering exhaustion.

-V&V—

The next couple of weeks promised to be the busiest of the entire year. New York was the first stop on a tour that would take us to both coasts followed closely by stops in three European cities, before we were able to finally return home to Seattle just in time for Christmas.

My only hope was that little Charles Whitlock Swan wasn't impatient to enter this world before his due date.

I spoke with Rose every day on the phone and gauged how she was feeling. She was still working, and along with her normal television show, she was also recording segments that were scheduled to air while she was on maternity leave. Apart from being a bit fatigued, she said she felt great.

I could hear Edward and Alec talking in the living room of the suite as I unpacked our suitcases. While in D.C. I'd barely unpacked because of the short number of days we had stayed there. In New York it would be different. After two days of shooting Enemy Combatant, Edward's press tour for The Harvest of Avarice would begin. The New York premier of the movie was in less than five days.

I carried my toiletry tote into the bathroom and began to unpack all the items I would need. When my fingertips touched upon my basal thermometer I froze. I hadn't unpacked it the entire time we'd been in D.C.; which meant I hadn't used it the entire time we'd been there.

Which meant I hadn't kept track of my fertility cycle.


Shit

My eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of me, as I recalled those few days in our hotel. We didn't have sex, because I had the flu.

Except…

The night of Edward's accident…


Double shit

I pulled out the small notebook in which I charted my cycles and realized without a doubt that the night we had sex I was probably still fertile.

I stood stock still for a moment, staring at my reflection. The woman looking back at me had suddenly gone very pale.

Why was I so nervous about this?

Edward and I had spoken about wanting children.

But Edward made it clear that he didn't want any right away…

I swallowed hard as I thought about that. Would he be disappointed? Would he be angry?

No. No way. This is Edward we're talking about.

I shoved the thermometer back in the tote because pregnant or not, it was safe to have sex now. My period was due in a week; I'd worry about the other issue then.

After all, we'd only had sex the one time while I was fertile…


It only takes once dummy.


Shut the hell up.


Should I tell Edward that there's a possibility that I'm preg…

My thoughts were interrupted by Edward's soft voice calling from the bathroom doorway, "What has you so deep in thought my love?"

I screamed while I simultaneously jumped out of my own skin. "You scared the shit out of me!" I blurted.

He laughed loudly. "Sorry baby," he said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me, my heart beating wildly in my chest. "Why are you so jumpy?"

"Jumpy?" I frowned. "I'm not jumpy."

It was a lie.

He chuckled again. "If you say so," he leaned down and kissed my cheek while eyeing me in the mirror. "How about a bath?"

I sighed and smiled, grateful for the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. Exactly what I need." I said as I walked him to the door and began to close him outside. "I'll be out in a bit."

Edward grabbed the door before I could close it all the way. "Bella," he said with another laugh. "I meant together," he eyed the sunken tub as he pulled my hand into his. "That is, if you want to."

I smiled up at him. "Of course I want to."

That was the exact moment when I decided to bury my fear of possible pregnancy deep, deep down and never think of it again.

Unless I have to…


Like if my period's late…


And I start puking…


Oh cripes…

-V&V—

Alice and Jasper arrived in New York soon after we did. For the next two days, Jasper accompanied Edward to the film set while Alice forced me to go Christmas shopping.

"Alice, I have to admit that if I could always do my shopping in New York, I might actually grow to like it."

Alice grinned widely. We'd been shopping all day and had stopped in a little restaurant called 'Alice's Tea Cup' for a late lunch. I laughed at the name, thinking it very apropos.

We chatted about Christmas as we nibbled on our scones and sandwiches. "So, Rose and Emmett's dinner party is all set. I'll make sure Christopher is there, you just have to be certain that Shane's brother shows up."

I frowned. "Alice, I feel guilty about setting Chris up like this. I don't want him to hate us and I value Shane's friendship. I wouldn't want to hurt his brother..."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Bella, everything will be fine. I know these things." She smiled as she tapped her temple.

-V&V—

The wrap party for Enemy Combatant was held at the Tribeca Grill and turned out to be a rather low key event. Of course that didn't stop the paps from crowding the entrance. We ignored them. Surprisingly, I was getting quite good at that.

"Shane, have you decided about your job?" I asked as we ate.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm resigning. The publishing company is really hot for the next installment of Enemy Combatant, so I need to devote more time to writing, especially if it's going to be a series."

"Are you still thinking about moving?"

He smiled. "Yes, I'm going back to St Louis, spending a week cleaning out my office and apartment, and then moving to New Orleans. Ethan and I are coming to Seattle for Christmas though, that is if we're still invited." He looked at me hopefully.

"Absolutely," Edward told him with a smile as he gave my hand a little squeeze under the table.

-V&V—

"Congratulations on the new film and on your marriage as well. All the best to you Edward." Ann Curry told him as she shook his hand.

Edward had just finished his appearance on the Today Show. It was the first of many interviews he'd be doing today. A suite at the Four Seasons had been reserved for each of the stars of The Harvest of Avarice to grant interviews to entertainment news programs from all over the world.

I met up with Crystal and Molly, happy that we were able to have lunch together and catch up while the guys were busy.

"We're getting married in February in Lake Placid and I expect both of you to be there." Crystal informed.

I made a mental note to check Edward's film schedule. A Tale of Two Cities was supposed to begin in late February or early March.

"My next guest is starring in the eagerly anticipated film 'The Harvest of Avarice', opening in theaters on December 17th. Please welcome Edward Masen."

I watched from backstage as Edward was greeted by loud applause and screams as he shook hands with David Letterman and took a seat.

"So Edward, last time we met was in L.A., and you were engaged. Now you're a married man. How's that going?"

The audience snickered as Edward smiled.

"Very well, couldn't be happier."

Dave grinned.

"I heard you had a mishap recently on set."

Edward cringed and nodded.

"I actually got hit by a car while filming."

The audience let out a collective groan. Edward nervously rubbed his forehead.

"Yes, it knocked me right on my ass."

This brought forth laughter from the audience. I rolled my eyes.

"Are you okay?"


"Yes, I'm fine. Only my ego was bruised."

He gave Dave a cheeky grin and the audience laughed and applauded.

-V&V—

Edward left early the next morning for a photo shoot in which the entire cast would participate. Alice and Jasper went with him, so I was on my own for hours. I spent part of the time writing, but had the sudden urge to phone Charlie.

"Hi Dad."

"Hey Bells, how's it going?"

"It's been crazy, but everything's good."

"You homesick?"

How does he always know?

I sighed. "I guess I am a little. I mean, I don't want to come home without Edward, but it's getting so close to Christmas, and I don't know how I'll be able to decorate a tree in time, or have the house ready. We've invited company…."

"Bells," Dad interrupted, "take a breath. You'll get everything done, and even if you don't does it really matter?" Charlie always knew how to calm my nerves. "You and Edward have been going full tilt since the wedding. Cut yourself some slack."

I smiled. "I guess you're right."

"I usually am," he chuckled. "The most important thing is that we'll all be together for Christmas, and hopefully there when my grandson arrives."

"Thanks Dad."

-V&V—

It was premier night. I waited patiently inside the theater as Edward walked the red carpet and gave interviews alongside the other stars. I saw Yves and Tony arrive and go to sit with Crystal and Molly. Even Rachel had made it into the theater and was sitting with Sean.

I kept turning to watch for Edward, but he hadn't yet appeared. "Bella relax, he'll be here." Alice whispered from beside me.

A moment later he walked through the doors with a wide smile and took his seat just as the lights dimmed. He kissed my lips and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Of course Edward had already been to a screening of the completed film, but I had chosen to wait. I grinned at him. "I'm getting excited."

He smiled. "I hope you like it baby."

Like it…


It was magnificent.

When the house lights came back up, Alice and I were still wiping our eyes. "Edward, I know you told me your character would die, but it didn't make it any easier to watch."

He gave me a small smile and pulled me against him as we exited the theater, Alice and Jazz following behind. "Did you like it?" He asked in a whisper as we walked.

"Oh Edward, it was brilliant. You were brilliant." I told him with a sniffle.

Alice threw her arms around her brother's neck as she squealed. "You were amazing Edward, I'm sure you'll get an Oscar for this movie."

Edward laughed. "Now Alice, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We'll have to wait and see what everyone else thinks."

It didn't take long for the critics and public alike to sing, sometimes shout, the praises of The Harvest of Avarice, and in particular Edward's performance in it, with such phrases as:

fiercely acted...


majestic portrayal of one's man's sacrifice…


Edward Masen's commanding presence…

Almost immediately, everyone began to hint that this was the film to watch during the weeks leading up to the Academy Awards.

-V&V-

Edward had agreed to make a cameo appearance on Saturday Night Live, so the next morning was spent in rehearsals. I decided to hang around our hotel suite to rest, rather than go shopping with Alice because the next few days would be extremely busy.

"I can't believe you agreed to do that, but I'm damned glad you did!" Jasper was still laughing about the SNL skit that Edward had appeared in.

In it, Justin Timberlake, this week's host, had portrayed Edward, while Edward and several other cast members had portrayed some of Edward's 'fan girls'.

We, along with the audience roared with laughter at their antics.

"Don't be surprised if the next wave of scripts we receive are comedies," Jasper continued. "I didn't know you had it in you, son." He said as he slapped Edward on the back.

Our crazy schedule had us flying to L.A. the following morning; our stay there consisted of interviews, television appearances and the L.A. premier of The Harvest of Avarice. After that we would fly to Europe for six days of press tours and premiers.

"Hello darlings," Chris greeted when we arrived at Edward's house. "You look tired. Mrs. Hernandez has your room all ready for you."

I gave him a hug. "Hi Chris. Have you settled in okay?"

"Just fine," he gave me a sad smile. "I haven't lived alone in quite a while; it's taking a little getting used to."

Edward and I found it sweet that Chris had refused to take the Master bedroom for himself, insisting that this was our house, and that he was merely there temporarily.

Instead of heading to bed, we decided to spend the evening with our friend. We ordered in dinner and relaxed. After his second glass of wine, Chris adopted a more serious tone than usual. "You know I discovered that Gerry had been cheating?" he blurted causing me to almost choke on my iced tea.

Edward patted my back before turning to Chris. "Are you sure?"

Chris let out a breath and nodded. "Do you want to know the funny part?"

I somehow knew that nothing about this conversation was going to be the slightest bit funny.

"Remember how he said our age difference was just too great?" We nodded in response. "The guy he was seeing behind my back, the guy he's still seeing, is one of his students. He can't be more than twenty years old." Chris chuckled darkly before draining his glass.

I covered his other hand with mine. "Christopher, please don't dwell on this. It seems to me that Gerry has issues. You're well rid of him."

Chris nodded. "It's funny. After all these months away from him, I was learning to like myself again. Whenever Gerry was around, I wasn't comfortable being me. When I learned the truth about him, I found I wasn't really upset. I think I'm numb to it all and very regretful that I wasted so much time with the wrong person."

"Amen," I told him with a smile as I raised my glass to touch his and Edward did likewise.

"Fuck him," Edward stated matter-of-factly, causing both Chris and me to giggle. "Bella's right. You're too good for him, always have been."

-V&V—

I admit that I was freaking out.

Just a little.

Sort of.

Not a full-blown panic attack, but yes, a little tiny freak out.

I was late.

Not late for a flight, not late for an appointment, not late for the newest episode of Dexter…

I was late.

Edward spent the time in L.A. doing interviews and appearing on talk shows, while I accompanied him and hung around behind the scenes, quiet and tense.

I celebrated with him when, before we left for Europe, it was announced that The Harvest of Avarice had been nominated for several Golden Globe Awards, including best actor for Edward's performance. As usual, he put on an unaffected front in public, but I knew that he couldn't have been more thrilled, especially given the fact that the Globes were a good predictor of the Academy Award nominations.

It was easy to get caught up in the excitement of the news so, by the time we boarded our plane, I'd convinced myself that my cycle was just out of whack. I mean, why wouldn't it be? The last month had been insane. I couldn't even keep track of how many time zones we'd crossed during the last few weeks. Add to that the fact that now and then I would feel a twinge of a cramp; I was convinced that at any moment my period would start.

Why exactly does that thought disappoint me?

By the time we landed in London, I'd pushed the subject from my mind. Two more days went by and still nothing…

In Berlin, I decided that because I didn't 'feel' pregnant, I obviously wasn't pregnant. I wasn't nauseous or light headed or whatever else you're supposed to be.

I obviously wasn't pregnant.

Maybe I'm just skipping a period this month…

I paid no attention to the little voice in the back of my head reminding me that I'd never skipped a period before, not even during the traumatic year following my mother's death.

In Paris, I studied Edward's handsome face as he sat with the other stars of the film answering questions posed by the press. I imagined a beautiful baby boy in my arms with Edward's hair color and Edward's eyes and, I hoped, his beautiful smile. I thought about how over the moon Esme and Carlisle would be at becoming grandparents.

I was beginning to love my little imaginary baby.

So lost was I in my fantasy that I hadn't noticed the press conference was over until I felt Edward's arms wrap around me from behind. "Have I mentioned how lovely you look today Mrs. Cullen?" he whispered in my ear, causing gooseflesh to appear on my arms.

I leaned back against him and took a cleansing breath before closing my eyes.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

I nodded. I didn't want to tell him yet. Not until and unless there was actually something to tell. I turned to look at him.

"I'm fine."

He regarded me with a hint of sadness in those piercing green eyes. "I should have known this would be too exhausting for you. Once again my selfishness won out over my common sense. Forgive me Bella."

"Edward, you're talking nonsense. I'm here because I couldn't bear to be anyplace else." I smiled and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

He pulled me against him and smiled back. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

"Me either." I giggled.

During the flight home, I watched Edward as he dozed. He really was a beautiful man, inside and out. I smiled to myself when I thought again about the possibility that I was pregnant. Even though it was earlier than we'd planned, I couldn't imagine Edward not being thrilled about becoming a father.

He will be such a wonderful father…

I decided that I would sneak out the day after we got home and purchase a pregnancy test. I knew that if it turned out to be positive, I had to plan something special in order to tell him.

A grand gesture….


He did such a beautiful job planning the marriage proposal…..

I sighed and looked at him again. I was a lucky woman.

-V&V-

"Do you hear Christmas music?" I whispered to Edward from the heavenly comfort of our bed.

Yes, our bed. We'd arrived back home in Seattle, five days before Christmas. We didn't unpack a single bag before crawling into our massive bed and sleeping right through until the next day.

"Maybe," Edward answered in a groggy voice.

I listened closely as the unmistakable strains of Silent Night drifted up from the great room.

"Edward, someone is playing Christmas music downstairs." I said, this time with a little more urgency in my tone.

Who the hell is downstairs?

His eyes flew open then, and he scrambled to get out of bed. Unfortunately, in his haste his feet tangled in the comforter and the upper half of his body landed on the floor with a thud.

I jumped out of bed and ran around to him. "Edward! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," he whispered as he untangled himself and stood up. "What the hell is going on?" he asked as he pulled a pair of sleep pants on over his boxer briefs.

I shot him a worried look and shrugged. "But, on the other hand, how terrifying can they be if they're playing Christmas music?" I reasoned.

"Good point."

What we did next would probably have earned us a high ranking on the Charlie Swan list of idiots.

Without phoning 9-1-1, or even calling Sidney or Lou for that matter, Edward and I crept from our bedroom in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the intruder.

Yes, he did argue that I should wait in our room, and I argued back. He sighed in frustration, pulled at his hair, and shot me a menacing glare.

I followed him anyway.

Typical Bella and Edward.

We breathed a sigh of relief when, about halfway down the stairs, we were able to hear the unmistakable voices of Esme and Alice, singing along with the music.

"Hello sleepyheads!" Alice exclaimed as she came around the corner and found us lurking on the stairs.

"Alice, what's…" Edward began as she cut him off.

"We're decorating your house for Christmas!" She sang.

"And baking cookies," Esme added as she appeared behind Alice. "Welcome home darlings!"

After Esme and Alice hugged us both, we followed them into the great room to find all our loved ones gathered together, trimming a large Christmas tree which stood in front of the windows. I felt my eyes brimming with tears as I hugged and thanked my Dad, Suzanne, Carlisle, Chris, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper. Even Lou and Sidney had been drafted to assist with the task.

"This is beyond wonderful," I told them with a sniffle. "Thank you so much."

Edward smiled and hugged everyone as well.

"Oh, and Bella, you won't have to do any cooking. We're ordering in dinner, and tomorrow, everyone is invited to our house for brunch." Esme insisted.

I was relieved. I had something important on my mind, and really didn't want to have to plan meals.

-V&V—

All afternoon I'd been trying to find an excuse to leave. I just needed to make a quick run to the drug store for a pregnancy test, but no.

First it was Esme insisting I help her bake cookies. Alice needed my opinion on the tree, and then Edward unwittingly thwarted my plans by wanting my help decorating the various mantels with greenery.

When I mentioned needing to go to the store, he offered to go with me.

I could see this would require a bit of creativity on my part. I was going to need an accomplice.

I glanced around at our family members, knowing any one of them would be more than willing to help...

No. If the test turned out to be positive, I really wanted Edward to be the first to know.

But even if I were to successfully sneak out, there was a chance someone would see me purchasing the test and by tomorrow photos of me, pregnancy test in hand, would be all over the internet.

Definitely need an accomplice…

I spied Lou standing by the kitchen island fixing a cup of coffee. After glancing around to see that no one was watching, I signaled for him to follow me into the foyer.

"What's up Bella?" he asked with his ever-present grin.

"I need your help," I whispered as my eyes darted everywhere in search of eavesdroppers.

Lou chuckled. "What's going on? You're acting like a freak."

Yeah, Lou knew me well.

Smart ass

"Listen, I need you to do me a favor and I need you to keep it quiet."

"Okay." He smiled and winked conspiratorially.

"I need you to drive to the Rite Aid and get me a pregnancy test," I whispered so low that Lou had to strain to hear me.

It took a moment for realization to dawn on his face. His smile immediately vanished. "You're serious?"

I swallowed hard and gave him a solemn expression, "Yes. You know what will happen if anyone sees me buying that, and I don't want to tell Edward unless there's something to tell." I bit my lip hoping he understood.

He nodded and then patted my shoulder reassuringly, "I'll be back soon," he said, and without another word he disappeared through the front door.

-V&V—

"Bella," Edward called through the bathroom door. "Dinner has arrived. Aren't you hungry sweetheart?"

"Oh, yeah. Um, I'll be out in a minute." I answered in a small voice.

I heard the doorknob rattle. "Baby, are you okay?"

Baby…


That is the word of the day, is it not?

I stared down at the pregnancy test in my hand, still reeling from the sight of those two pink lines.

I was pregnant…

More than anything, I needed a few moments to absorb that information.

I was going to be a mother…

As the implication of those simple words began to sink into my shell shocked brain, it brought along with it a strange new mix of feelings. Contentment, giddiness and euphoria all seemed to invade my body in equal measure, with each one vying against the others for control.

I was carrying mine and Edward's child…

I ran my hand over my flat stomach, my heart so full it could have easily burst in my chest. The tears overflowed from my eyes and trailed down my cheeks, and I fought the sudden urge to laugh like a madwoman.

Yes, giddiness seems to have the upper hand at the moment.

The rattle of the doorknob pulled me from my thoughts.

"Bella, please answer me," Edward sounded upset. That wouldn't do. I wanted him to be happy.

Always

"I'm fine Edward. Please don't worry darling. I'll be right out."

I heard him let out a breath. "Okay baby. I'm just going to wait out here."

I smiled. He would never change.

Thank God.

I left Edward waiting in the other room a while longer as I thought about how I wanted to tell him the glorious news. Within minutes a plan was hatched and I tucked the pregnancy test away in my purse.

-V&V—

I thought my plans to tell Edward were settled; that was until I received a phone call immediately after dinner.

"Bella!" Shane said excitedly.

"Hi Shane." I was still floating around in a happy pregnant dream state when I answered.

"Ethan has been driving me crazy about coming to town early so we're arriving tonight. But listen, don't worry, we're staying in a hotel, I wouldn't dream of putting you and Edward out."

My heart sank at his words.

"Don't be silly," I told him, trying to remember to be a good friend despite the fact that Shane and Ethan's early arrival had essentially ruined my plans to tell Edward about the pregnancy.

My grand gesture was doomed.

"What time does your flight arrive? We'll send someone to pick you up."

After disconnecting the call, I informed Lou of what time I needed him to pick up our guests, then I slipped into the kitchen to pour coffee and hot tea for everyone.

I was feeling a little low as I tried to come up with an alternate plan to be alone with Edward, when I heard Rose's frantic voice call from the direction of the powder room. "Bella!"

I rushed around the corner to find her standing in the bathroom doorway, visibly upset. "Rose, what's wrong?"

"Oh Bella, I'm so sorry." She said, obviously distraught. "I think I peed on the floor."

My mouth fell open in surprise as I glanced down at the small clear puddle at Rose's feet.

"I can't get it to stop, it keep trickling out. It's like I have no bladder control whatsoever," she exclaimed as the tears trailed down her cheeks.

I gasped. "Rose, I don't think you peed." I said as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "I think your water just broke!"

Her eyes widened in surprise and the tears halted immediately. "Really?"

I nodded, feeling a little frantic myself.

"Would you get Emmett please?" she whispered.

I nodded before bolting in the direction of the great room.

As soon as everyone realized what was happening, our house was abuzz with excitement. We all piled into our vehicles and followed Emmett and Rose to the hospital. When we arrived at the maternity wing, we found Rose's parents already there, waiting.

The nurse who greeted us obviously knew Carlisle and Esme, because she winked at them before she spoke. "Mrs. Swan, I'm going to ask you to say goodbye to your entourage now so that I can take you to your room."

Even Rose giggled at the term.

"We need to prepare for this little one's arrival." She told her with a smile.

Rose turned to us then with tear-filled eyes. She hugged each one of us in turn, as did Emmett. "Everything's going to be fine son," I heard my Dad whisper to my brother as he hugged him. I couldn't stop the tears as I thought about the fact that soon, very soon, my brother would be holding his own son in his arms.

Then I was hit with the realization that in less than a year, Edward and I would be parents and my stomach did a little flip.

"Hi everyone," Emmett greeted us about an hour later. "Looks like we're going to be in for a long wait. Rose's water broke, but she wasn't having contractions so they've had to help that along."

"We don't expect all of you to hang around here. If you decide to leave, we'll totally understand…"

Everyone answered him with varying versions of 'no', making him chuckle.

"How is she?" I asked.

"She's good. She's not in much pain," he frowned, "yet."

He sighed. "Well, I'd better get back."

I kissed his cheek. "Love you brother bear." I whispered.

"Love you too Sissy."

-V&V—

Another hour went by, but we were all so busy laughing and talking that no one really noticed. "Hey Bella and Edward," I turned to see Shane and Ethan walking toward us, followed closely by Lou.

My mouth fell open in surprise.

Shane laughed at my expression before giving me a hug and shaking Edward's hand. "Lou told us what was going on; we didn't want to miss it. Besides, we both love babies."

Edward and I laughed.

"Hey! It takes a real man to admit that. Seriously though, we didn't want to hang around your empty house while all the excitement was here."

"I brought the eggnog, let's get this party started." Ethan announced with a wide grin as he peeled back the lapel of his overcoat to show a couple bottles of 'alcoholic' eggnog he had hidden there.

I swore Chris had superpower hearing because he flew across the room and reached for one of the bottles. "You are a man after my own heart Sunshine," he sang to Ethan.

Ethan laughed and blushed a bright red at Chris's words. Chris studied him for a moment with a knowing smile. "Let's see if one of Daddy C's nurses will get us some cups. I'm Christopher by the way."

Ethan held out his hand for a shake, still blushing. "I'm Ethan."

"Of course you are." Chris smiled. As they walked away, he turned back toward us and mouthed the word 'HOT', sending Alice, Esme and I into fits of giggles.

When they returned not two minutes later, stacks of paper cups in hand, you would have thought they were old friends.

Carlisle spoke up then. "I think if we're going to indulge in adult beverages, I need to at least find us a private waiting room." He said with a smile before disappearing down the hall.

"Well, well, well, isn't this cozy? If I had known the whole clan was here awaiting the birth of the little shitmaker, I'd have brought a bigger camera crew."

Edward and I froze at the same moment before turning to find none other than Victor James standing there smirking at us.

"Get the hell out of here James; I don't want you anywhere near my family." Edward spat.

Victor shrugged casually. "It's a free country Masen or do you go by Cullen." He shook his head. "It's so confusing. It's true that I can't film inside without permission, but I'm allowed to be here as much as you are."

Edward was shaking with anger. "Why are you here?"

"Evidently, when the host of a local entertainment show goes into labor it's considered newsworthy. At first I thought it a waste of my time to cover this, but now, I'm thrilled about it." He sneered.

"Just go away before I finish what I started a few months ago," Edward threatened.

Victor laughed. "I'm not afraid of you. But I do have a question for your pretty little wife, then I'll be on my way.

"Get the hell out of here," Edward was practically shouting now, and I noticed that Jasper and Colonel Whitlock moved until they were positioned on either side of him.

Victor smirked. "Take it easy champ; I just know how women love this having babies shit, and I wanted to give Bella my condolences. 'Cause after the number your little girlfriend did on you in high school, I'm pretty sure that you're not able to 'get it up'. So, consequently, our poor little Bella won't be having a baby with you anytime soon. Hey, but you know what? I'll bet there are a lot of men who would volunteer for the job…."

"You fucking son of a …" Edward shouted as he tried to lunge at Victor. The rest of us watched as Jasper and Colonel Whitlock held him back.

Suddenly a small figure darted past us, coming to a stop directly in front of Victor James. The next thing I knew, Victor was doubled over in pain as my mother-in-law, sweet little Esme Cullen stood over him, seething with anger, hands planted firmly on her hips.

Carlisle had arrived back during the commotion. He looked both shocked and amazed as he went to stand next to his wife. "Was it my imagination my dear Esme, or did you actually just 'junk punch' Victor James?"

"Damn right I did." Esme announced proudly.

After a moment of absolute quiet, the entire waiting room erupted in laughter. Even Edward no longer looked angry as he watched Victor clutch his man business while still bent over in agony.

"Before we cause any more of an uproar tonight, I'd like you all to follow me. I've found us a private waiting room." Carlisle announced as he tried, and failed to keep a straight face.

As we began to file out of the waiting area, Victor seemed to find his voice again. "Expect to hear from my lawyer lady!" he shouted at Esme.

She stopped walking and turned to glare at him. "Bring it on! My lawyer's better. And after you've lost in court, maybe you'll remember in future not to fuck with my family," she exclaimed before turning on her heel and storming down the hall, the rest of us following in her wake.

-V&V—

"She didn't!" Rose gasped in amazement before wincing and grasping Emmett's hand through another contraction.

The next time Emmett came to give us a report, he informed that Rose wanted to see me. I'd been telling her about Esme's confrontation with Victor James to take her mind off of her pain. Emmett told me the contractions were coming at regular intervals so she'd be getting the epidural soon.

"I wish I could have seen that…." Rose whispered.

"It's okay, Chris filmed it with his phone, so you'll get to watch it soon." We both giggled.

I stepped aside when Rose's doctor entered the room. "Hello Mrs. Swan, let's see how far you've progressed shall we?"

Rose nodded. I went to stand by Rose's head and held her other hand while the doctor did a quick check. "I think you're ready for the anesthesiologist." She announced with a smile.

"Thank fuck," Rose muttered, causing Emmett and me to laugh.

The doctor gave a little wave as she reached for the door handle. "I'll be back soon."

"So Doctor Fuckit, once she gets the epidural, how long 'til the baby arrives?" Emmett asked from across the room.

Rose and I both groaned over his 'mispronunciation' of the doctor's name.

Dr. Phuket gave Emmett a sly smile. "Well, Mr. Swine, it's hard to say. But I think your little boy is determined to arrive in the next couple of hours."

Rose and I chuckled while Emmett grinned.

I said a tearful goodbye to Rose, and kissed her cheek.

"Next time I see you, you'll be a Mom." I whispered.

"Love you Bells."

"I love you too."

-V&V—

Our waiting room had grown quiet as we waited for the next update. A few of us were holding whispered conversations, but for the most part each member of our group was either lost in their own thoughts, or battling against their heavy eyelids.

The eggnog was long gone, although when it was offered to me, I'd declined using the excuse that the alcohol would make me sleepy.

Ironically, when Edward offered to get me a coffee, I declined that as well stating it would keep me awake.

He gave me a curious look, but didn't challenge it; probably chalking my behavior up to nerves.

"Hey everyone," at the sound of my brother's voice, my head shot up from where it had been resting against Edward's shoulder. I looked to see Emmett standing in the doorway, smiling from ear to ear. "If you'll follow me, I'd like you all to meet someone."

"He's beautiful," Mrs. Whitlock said through her tears as she held her grandson. "I know that's what they all say, but it's the truth."

Little Charles Whitlock Swan had arrived a little after one a.m. weighing in at seven pounds twelve ounces and twenty inches in length. He had a tuft of dark hair on the top of his head, the typical blue eyes of most newborns, and when he yawned it was clear to see he'd inherited his father's dimples.

He was tiny and wrinkled, with shriveled fingers and puffy eyes, but looking down at him as I held him in my arms, I realized that he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

"You done good," I whispered to Emmett and Rose through my happy tears before placing a small kiss on baby Whit's forehead. I happened to glance across the room and see Edward watching me intently, a breathtaking smile on his face.

I smiled back.

I needed to tell him.

I kissed baby Whit once more before handing him to my father. It was easy to see that Charlie already adored his namesake.

I walked over to Edward and took his hand in mine. "I need to speak with you outside."

Edward frowned in confusion. "Did you want to go home already?"

I smiled. "Soon."

We donned our coats and gloves and walked to the door but before leaving I turned and took one last look at our family. It had grown so much in the last year, and as it had grown so also had, it would seem, my capacity to love.

Every person in that room had a treasured place in my heart, and my life was much better for just having known them.

I turned to the man who was my forever, and led him from the room. Once we were outside in the clear chill night air, I stopped walking and turned to face him.

"Do you know what today is?" I asked.

He smiled. "Is that a trick question?"

I smiled back. "No. It's December 22nd. I know it doesn't seem like a significant date but…"

"One year ago," he answered in an awed whisper.

He remembered.

I nodded. "A year ago today we met in that conference room where I clumsily spilled coffee all over my shirt and my life was changed forever."

Edward chuckled and pulled me against him. "It was the most important day of my life as well." He brushed his lips against mine. "We should celebrate."

"Well, you see, I had a whole celebration planned." I began with a small smile. "But Ethan and Shane arriving early and Rose going into labor kind of changed things."

"Oh baby, we can still do something. What did you have planned?"

I smiled and placed my gloved hand on his cheek. "I was going to fix us a romantic breakfast and play soft Christmas music while we ate in the glow of the twinkling lights of our tree." I stared lovingly into his eyes. "As we ate, I was going to tell you how much this year has meant to me."

Edward glanced at his watch. "We can still do that Bella. It's only a little after three."

"Maybe." I breathed. I moved my hand from his face to his coat, placing it over his heart. "I was going to tell you that you took possession of my heart that very first day, and that it would never belong to anyone else."

Edward leaned down, leaving a warm kiss on my lips.

"In one little year, I went from being a sad, scared, damaged girl to a woman who I'm actually proud of. The fact that you could love me as much as I love you, gave me the strength and confidence to do things I never knew I was capable of doing."

"In one little year, I not only graduated from college, but started a career I love. I'm learning to take the tragedy of my past and use it to help others, all in memory of my mother. Because of that, she will not have died in vain. I couldn't have done that without you."

"On one warm August day during that 'one little year', I pledged myself to the man I loved and promised 'til death do us part' that I would always be his. But, I want you to know that death will not bring an end to our bond. My love for you will endure for all eternity, and that's exactly how long I plan to be with you."

I could see the moisture in Edward's eyes as he swallowed hard and kissed my forehead.

"And lastly, I was going to give you an early Christmas present."

He looked at me with a curious expression.

I took a deep breath and reached into my purse. "I hope you like it, because I have to say I'm quite attached to the idea."

I pulled out the pregnancy test and placed it in his hand. Edward kept his eyes down, fixed on the test, for almost a full minute. I saw no change of expression on his handsome face, but I did notice that his breathing rate had increased significantly.

"Say something," I whispered.

When he raised his head to look at me, his eyes were filled with tears. "Really?" He asked with a small smile.

I nodded. "Really," not bothering to try and stop my own tears from falling. "Yet another thing that you've given me, which a year ago I would not have thought possible: a life beyond my own."

He clutched the test in his hand and wrapped his arms fully around me. I felt him release a sob into my neck before he whispered in my ear, "I love you Bella, so much."

"I love you too." I whispered back just before his lips were on mine, kissing me passionately in the cold night air.

When he broke the kiss, his smile was breathtaking. "I'm going to be a father?"

I nodded.

He pulled me back into his arms, lifting as he twirled me around. "We're going to have a baby!" He announced excitedly. Thankfully no one was around to hear apart from me.

I giggled as he set me back down on the sidewalk and pulled my hand into his.

"When do you want to tell our family?" I asked.

Edward pulled me toward the hospital doors, "I'd say there's no time like the present Mrs. Cullen."

As we rode back up in the elevator, Edward never took his eyes from mine. He unbuttoned my coat and placed his hand on my stomach as he kissed my lips tenderly.

"I hope it's a little girl with your eyes and your hair." He whispered against my lips.

"Or a little boy who looks just like you," I argued with a grin.

Edward smirked. "I guess we'll both have to settle for 'healthy'."

"I can do that." I whispered back before he kissed me again. This kiss almost brought me to my knees by its intensity as Edward poured every ounce of the love he held in his heart for me and our unborn child into it.

When he pulled back to look at my face, his eyes burned with a light I'd never seen before. I cradled his face in my hands and stared into those eyes until we heard the chime of the elevator doors as they opened.

We both knew that our lives would never be the same because of that one little year, and we wouldn't have changed it for the world.

                                          -So ends 'Virgins & Villains'—

          -The story will continue in the sequel entitled 'Lullabies & Eternal Love'-

*****A/N******
Well, here we are at the end of all things. Sorry, you know my love for Tolkien.
Even though I know this isn't really the end, sequel looming and all that, it is the end of Virgins & Villains. After all, V-cards were surrendered several chapters back, and it's time to move on to a new phase of Bella and Edward's story….

There are so many people to thank. First of all, to those of you who stuck with me through these past 16 months, your words of encouragement through reviews, messages and Facebook postings have meant the world to me. Whenever I felt discouraged you all helped me through it. This story would not have been finished without your outpouring of love.

Wendy and Tracy for all the encouragement you gave me, especially early on when it would have been so easy to throw in the towel. Also to Coleen for the beautiful banners you designed for V&V and for LRM.

Pixiekat7, I am so grateful for your assistance, and hope you will want to continue with the sequel. You have been an absolute Godsend when I needed it most.

Thank you Sherryola for nominating V&V for 'Best All Human' in the Shimmer Awards. I believe voting starts next week, so please show V&V some love.

Thank you again for taking the time to read. I hope the ending was everything you'd hoped for, and I will see you all again soon.

Things to look forward to: The last chapters of LRM (the very last chapter will extend the closing scene a bit longer...I'd really love to read about Edward and Bella telling the family that she's pregnant). More Popsicle Sticks. And the sequel to V&V entitled: 'Lullabies & Eternal Love'.

Soon I will be posting the Futuretake from 'Lullabies' that was written for the fandom 4 Texas compilation. Watch for the link to 'Lullabies & Eternal Love'.

Reviews are love. Even if you've never reviewed…if you enjoyed the story, I ask you to take the time now and let me know. 

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Love and kisses, Anne (aka Emmamama88)