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Epi 10 Years Later EPOV Life as Edward Cullen for the last ten years has been everything that I ever dreamed of having. I have a successful career as a lawyer at Cullen Enterprises. I have Bella, my amazing wife, and mother to our kids. Emma Cullen is strong-willed and has her aunt Rose’s sassy attitude that gets her into trouble more often than not. And she argues to win just like a daughter of two lawyers. It wasn’t long after we married that we decided to open our homes to foster kids. They ranged from months old to almost aging out of the system, and we loved each and everyone with passion. I wanted them to feel loved and secure at least once because I knew how they felt when they came to us. Even when Bella became pregnant with Jeremy, we continued fostering. We eventually adopted Jordan and Gianna. Jordan was twelve when he first came to live with us; he’s now seventeen. Giana was fifteen, and she is now eighteen, graduating this year. They both have their issues, bu...

Everything that has happened to me has lead me here, and I really wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Chapter 20 BPOV  The last time I got married, the sheer size of it was a headache. I’ll do it all again if it’s what Edward wants, but he swears he wants a backyard ceremony and reception with just family and a few friends. We each picked one person to stand up with us; Alistair will stand with Edward, and I chose Rose to stand with me. Emma will be our flower girl, and Ollie is going to be the ring barrier. We picked a day in October so I could use fall colors. Planning this wedding with Edward has been humble and perfect, and I feel that it's a perfect representation of us. Edward is currently working on a paper for class while I’m reading through a case file. I feel his gaze on me more than his computer. He’s become insatiable in the bedroom. Almost every inch of our home has been christened. Edward has become more confident, and I love every minute of it. “Edward, we have an early day tomorrow,” I warn from behind my files. He chuckles, and I hear him set his laptop as...

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...