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Chapter 19 EPOV Looking back on my relationship with her, I know for a fact that I’ve never felt this before. The warm feeling that fills up my chest when I look at Bella? No, I've never felt that. At Thanksgiving, we went to her mom and dad's, and they made me feel as if I was one of them. They called me son and made sure I was comfortable. Emma was in her element, running around with the other kids calling Charlie Pop-Pop and Jasper Uncle. We were family, and it felt so good to be a part of that. After so many years wanting this, I finally have it. A few days after the holiday, Bella is ready to go into her daughter's room and start cleaning it out. I repeatedly ask if she’s sure about this. She never told me what was said between her and Jake, but the fact that he isn't here and she doesn't want his help means that he said something that changed her mind about wanting to include him. We gather all the items we need like trash bags, cleaning wipes, and

Bella walks into the room, collapsing next to me. I pull her into me, kissing her lips. “Good or bad?” She chuckles. “It could have been worse, but Sam and Jake now have a schedule they agree on, and they’ll reevaluate when she starts school.” I know that Bella is ready to be done with Jake’s case. Leah was already put away, and her rights to her unborn son are going to be terminated the moment he’s born. He’ll go to Sam the moment the cord is cut. She’s looking at life without parole because she stabbed a guard while she was in jail awaiting her trial, and he died. All that was left was the visitation schedule between Sam and Jake. “It's all done, then?” I kiss her again, realizing we’re alone. Emma is with Charlie and Carlisle. She moans into my mouth. “Yes, it is.” My heart races, but in a good way. I lean over her, forcing her to lay on her back as I hover over her, grinding lightly against her body. Bella’s hands move to my back, pulling me closer as we make o

Chapter 18 BPOV I picked a small diner that would give us the privacy we needed, but not cramped enough that we would be uncomfortable. I sip on a cup of coffee, not really tasting it. I begin to question myself; should I really be doing this? Do I really need this closure? I’ve already spent more time with Jake than usual since he became my client. But I keep hearing this voice that tells me I can't really move on and forgive him if I don't talk to him about our daughter and the cause of our split. I rub my temple. This is all so complicated. I hear the ding from the door signaling someone has arrived. I look up to see Jake. My lips pull down as I take him in. For a big guy, he looks so small, folded in on himself wearing sunglasses and a baggy sweater with the hood up. I give him a little wave, and he walks over and falls onto the bench seat across from me. I nervously play with the cup in front of me. I’m unsure where to start. “How’s Sarah?” he murmurs. I s

Eala a Future Take BPOV Looking at Eala’s books, I’m amazed that after all these years we’ve maintained in the black. A few years ago we added on to the pub to expand the stage and seating, and our staff has tripled since I first opened the doors. “ Mom !” Emily stomps into my office with her twin brothers at her heels. I raise my brow at my fifteen-year-old daughter. She’s grown into an amazing young woman. Her dark hair currently has purple streaks throughout. Her blue eyes remind me of where she came from, but that’s not who she is. The twins are very much their father with copper hair and green eyes. And they are never up to any good. They can set traps like I have never seen before at ten years old. They also enjoy playing pranks on family and friends. “They keep taking my knives and hiding them. I need them for our vacation this weekend.” Turning to Charlie and Masen, I wait without saying a word, simply watching as they shift their feet, unable to maintai