This is the last look into Edward and Vinyl's lives together. Please enjoy. xo

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Vinyl

Chapter 12 – Epilogue

If you would have talked to me a year and a half ago, I would have told you that I was the most unlucky motherfucker on the face of the planet. Talk with me today and I'll tell you differently.

My new life in Forks with Bella and Jasper had been an adjustment at first because I had never lived with anyone other than with frat brothers. But the three of us fell into a routine and it's turned out better than I ever expected it to be. Who would have thought that this little town full of gossiping assholes, where everyone thinks they know your business, would become my most favorite place on Earth?

Actually, any place with Bella by my side would be my favorite—Forks, Washington just happens to be that place.

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"One more lap around, guys," I yell as the boys make their way around the bend in the track. Their groans are loud, and I laugh into my fist, shaking my head. "Emmett, that means you too."

"Gah, Edward. I mean, Coach," he complains. "I need special treatment. Haven't you ever heard of that?" His arms flail in the air.

He should be used to running; after all, I used to force his ass up in the mornings to run with me.

"Yep, and it's not happening." I point with my finger and move my arm repeatedly in the direction he needs to continue while blowing a few short breaths through my whistle.

He groans and shakes his head in my direction. "Ugh…"

When Bella, Jasper and I had moved back to Forks, luck had seemed to be on my side for once. A gym teacher/coaching position had opened up at Forks High for the following school year, and I had been hired on the spot. I had thanked my lucky stars it had all panned out the way it did, otherwise my dick would have fallen off. No kidding. But who's complaining? Yeah, when we had settled back into Bella's former house and Jasper had gone back to school, there wasn't much to do in the winter in Forks, beside make up for lost time.

Bella and I, we had fucked a lot.

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I pull Bella in close after she returns to our bed. She has just finished with her motherly duty, making sure Jasper is out the door and on time for school. I can't get my fill of her and my hands won't behave—along with other parts of me. For the past three weeks, this is a daily occurrence. I stay in bed, Bella gets up with Jasper, she returns to our bed and then we make love and don't stumble out of our love nest until around noon.

My kisses are gentle; my lips graze under her ear where she dabs that sweet perfume of hers, which drives me crazy, and my whole being is at her mercy. She's my world—my everything.

I trail pecks down her neck until I reach her delicate shoulder and then back up to her earlobe—my tongue traces the shell of her ear and she hums her appreciation—my cock presses into her side.

"You want me?" My voice is low and sleep-filled. Bella's hair tickles my face when she nods her answer.

"Mmm, good. I want you too." My palms smooth down her arms and over her hipbones until my thumbs blindly hook into the elastic band of her floral boy shorts—the ones she threw on when our alarm went off at six-thirty this morning. I watch with anticipation as I pull them down her legs, like plucking flowers from a garden, a beautiful bouquet at my fingertips—it is bare and prettier than any flower I've ever seen.

"God, you're sexy." Undressing her is hot, but teasing her is fucking arousing.

Bella's eyes flutter until they close as the cotton brushes down her sensitive skin and my nose nuzzles up under her cami—I can't help but place a wet kiss below her belly button.

Her chest rises quick, high, but falls slowly in anticipation; her fingers find their way to the scruff on my face, which she finds sexy, and tickles her nails through it in a soothing rhythm.

"I missed you," she says, trying to pull me back up with her fingers hooked under my jaw. I chuckle and shake my head, letting my lips graze over her pubic bone. She hums.

Bella already knows my next move, so I switch it up a bit. I move until I'm straddling her and sit back on my heels with my palms on her bare stomach under her light blue cami. My hands skim slowly toward her tits, and the fabric bunches until it catches on the swells of her boobs. A crooked smile shows on my face as I play with her perfect tits, jiggling and lifting them with the cami pinched between my fingers, so I can nibble at her cotton-covered nipples.

"Ah," she moans, pressing her head into the pillow when my mouth closes around the first hardened peak. Bella balls her fists into my hair, arching her back, pushing farther into my mouth with each swirl of my tongue. "Yes," she breathes, enjoying the worshiping she has come to depend on each morning and every night when we fall back into our bed.

My hands slide under the cami holding the weight of her boobs, pushing them together and I bury face in them. My cock has been awake since she left me in bed this morning, and now that she's back, it's hard as steel.

With her tits in my hands and her slick pussy grinding into my leg, I'm about to burst. My eyes roll back into my head when she releases one hand from my hair and snakes her arm around my back, scraping her nails lightly along my spine. I pause for a few seconds with my lips pressed into her cleavage, enjoying what she's doing to me, but the need to have her in my mouth again overtakes the moment. I turn my head and take her other nipple in between my teeth and wiggle my jaw back and forth ever so slightly, sending a wave of shivers throughout her body.

She moans, "Fuck," when I alternate with my tongue. "You're, mmm …" She trails off when my fingers slip between her legs and between her folds, forgetting what she was going to say.

Perfection at its finest.

Warm, wet and waiting for me but first, the switch up.

I withdraw my fingers from her pussy, gaining a displeased moan. Her hands pull at my shoulders.

"Getting greedy, aren't you?" I tease.

"Mhmm."

"At least you're honest," I say, placing a kiss on Bella's nose, pushing myself back up until I'm straddling her once more. "Take this off." I tug at her cami, and she wriggles out of it with a little help from me.

I bend down, kissing the lips that whisper all the sexy little things she wants to do to me. I can't believe I ever went months without them—without her.

"I want you," Bella begs, spreading her legs, trying to guide my cock inside her.

"I know," I whisper, encircling her wrist with my hand. She reluctantly releases my dick.

"Now," she whimpers. I love how she can't get enough.

I scoot my way up her stomach and let my dick slide between her tits—my bare ass glides along her torso. Bella's eyes widen as I take her hands in mine and help her squeeze her tits together, gripping my cock in a fleshy vice. My hips pump slowly at first, in between her soft, tight confines and then I pick up speed, fucking her tits like I do her pussy.

Bella doesn't take her eyes off what we are doing. "Oh, my God, this is so sexy," she says.

My sweet Vinyl opens her mouth and stretches her tongue out until the head of my dick taps the tip of her tongue with every thrust. She relishes the taste of me and my God if that isn't the sexiest motherfucking thing I've ever witnessed.

"Ah…" I barely recognize my own voice—strained, overcome with desire. This bird's eye view is better than any porno I jerked off to while Bella and I were separated.

Bella grips my thighs with her hands and lifts her head seeking more. I stop thrusting, so she can suck me farther into her mouth. Her tongue is soft, rolling around my shaft, blanketing my dick in warmth. My head falls back, and my chest heaves, heavy breaths fill the room, and I groan in pleasure. Her sweet mouth is a torturous heaven.

When her cheeks hollow out and her tongue flattens, I have to draw back, or I'll shoot my load. "Not yet." I groan. Somehow she has gained control because she grips my ass and won't let me withdraw my dick.

"Uh, uh." She groans with a mouthful. I don't fight it; instead, I reach around and slide my fingers deep inside her pussy, making sure I graze her clit with the heel of my hand with every move.

After reuniting with Bella, we have had more sex than we ever had during our summer together. This says a lot. Neither of us wants for anything more than our skin to touch and to feel our hearts beating together. It is a total security thing, and we know it. I fuck her hard and love her harder, and she does the same to me.

Bella's mouth releases me just enough to tell me not to stop—and I don't—but I do slip my fingers from her slick pussy. I slowly push my middle finger into her tight hole—something I've never tried before with her.

"Oh. My. God." Her eyes widen at the new sensation and then become dreamy. She's not in pain, although she's tight as fuck. I can't help but think how my dick will feel in place of my finger if she ever lets me try.

"You like this, Vinyl?" My finger pushes farther inside.

"Yes." She nods, letting her head fall to the pillow. "This is—fuck me," she demands.

Somewhere between a whisper and a growl I say, "There's my dirty girl."

Honestly, she's not dirty, but since reconnecting with her, she's been more ambitious.

I obey and scoot down until my cock lines up with her pussy, leaving my finger still deep in her ass. Bella is gorgeous this way; heat slickened, tousled hair, erect nipples heaving in our intimacy. Both our mouths fall open when I push my cock inside her; she's warm and wet, and my dick is hard and hungry.

Quivers of pleasure escape Bella's throat which turns me on even more. I don't take my eyes off her—I couldn't close my eyes if I tried. She's everything to me and I want to watch as I pleasure her.

I leave my finger in her ass as my dick pumps in and out of her sweet pussy. The combination of having both of her holes filled is too much because her legs straighten and she chants, "Oh my God, yes," over and over. It's the telltale sign her orgasm is near and she's ready to topple over the edge. My hand is trapped between her thighs and my finger stills, but I keep my cock buried inside her until I have her screaming my name.

"Ed … ward. Yes. Fucking …" Her voice is strangled. "Yes." The word lingers in her throat until I feel her insides clamp down on my cock and her ass pulsate around my finger.

"Oh, baby. Fuck, yes." I grunt, fucking her harder until I'm spilling my load. "You're beautiful … like this." I can't move. I'm balls deep in Bella's pussy and her body milks every last drop from me. I collapse, chest to chest, nose to nose. "What the fuck did you just do to me?" I ask. I place a kiss on her lips and roll off her, letting my dick slip out as well as my finger, keeping my nose nuzzled into her tangled hair and damp neck.

"I should ask you that question." She turns her face toward me, smiling. "You picked up a new move or two while you were away."

"Are you complaining?" I lean down and kiss her still aroused nipple.

She rolls toward me until her tits press into my chest; her nose tickles my cheek when she shakes her head. "Only if you stop."

"Don't worry, Baby, I don't ever plan to."

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"I knew one day Jasper would be my bro." Emmett fist pumps and gives me a huge smile.

My elbow rests on the desk. "Technically, he will be your second cousin-in-law." I pause, my eyes looking up toward the ceiling, trying to figure out the logistics. "I think."

"Whatever he is, I don't care. I'm calling him my brother." Emmett plops his ass down on the couch in my office.

"Don't say anything, 'kay? I'm trusting you to keep this a secret."

"Yeah, sure." Emmett pecks at his phone. "I'm texting Jasper now to see if he wants to spend the night at my house Friday."

"Good thinking."

Emmett is my gym proctor, and even though he's family, he's become one of my best friends. I've been talking to him for several months about asking Bella to marry me. He thinks it's a great idea and tells me Jasper will be happy too. I hope so because I'm not going anywhere. Bella is my girl, and I had sworn I'd never let anything come between us again.

"What do you have planned?" Emmett asks. His phone pings. "Jasper says he's down for Friday."

"Good." I nod. One less thing I have to worry about. "I'm not sure how I'm going to ask her. I think I'll just wing it."

"Remind me to never ask you for romantic advice," Emmett teases.

"Are you sure about that? I see how you look at that new girl, Rose. And she bats her eyelashes at you through her pink, horned-rimmed glasses." I wink. "I bet you'll be begging me for advice before the Sweetheart Dance in a few weeks."

"Her sister, Alice, told Jasper that Rose thinks I'm hot." He waggles his brows.

"Easy, killer. You'll still need to know how to treat a lady."

"From what I've heard, she's no lady," he says with a straight face.

My eyes widen, and I'm slightly disturbed by his response. "What?"

He chuckles. "Just kidding. Her dad is a pastor."

"And now I'm even more scared."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." I shake my head, ridding myself of the thought of fourteen-year-old Emmett with a girl—a naughty, potentially rebellious one. "Your dad did give you the talk, right?" I'm genuinely concerned and curious. He's not my kid, and I don't want to be the one giving the birds and the bees talk.

"If you can call it that." Emmett blushes. "It was awkward, and I never want to hear that ever again."

"I hear ya." I busy myself with shuffling papers. The thought of Emmett doing the dirty has me flustered.

"I'm gonna get outta here. The bell rang a few minutes ago." He stands to leave.

I didn't even hear the bell because my head was filled with disgusting images. "Hey, thanks for being my wingman Friday."

"No, prob."

Emmett leaves, and I lean back in my chair, taking a deep breath. Shit is getting real. I'm about to ask the love of my life to marry me, and if she says yes, I'll be a father of a teenager. "Lord help me," I mutter to myself.

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Aunt Esme offers to take Bella to Port Angeles for lunch today and then shopping. I had already asked off last month for today so I can prepare. I'm cooking our favorite meal and then surprising Bella with a dessert and a diamond. For the last few weeks, it seems pretty cut and dry, but now I'm losing my mind trying to figure out how I'm going to be ready for Bella at six o'clock tonight.

I take my phone out of my pocket and text Esme.

Text me when you're on the way home. - E

It takes her a few minutes to respond.

Quit stressing. We are at Victoria's Secret right now. It will be another few hours before I have her home ;) - Esme

I'm afraid I might burn the Alfredo - E

LOL! Stop. You'll be fine. I'm sure food will be the last thing on her mind. The little things she's taken to the dressing room proves my theory. - Esme

This is weird. You're my aunt and I feel violated right now. :0 - E

LOL. Okay, sweetie, I'll have her home at six and not a minute before. - Esme

Thanks. - E

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Bella's favorite pink Gerbera daisies are in a vase on the dining room table, along with her china plates. I Google the correct placement of the silverware and then quickly position it all accordingly. I should have ordered pizza and rented a movie, but I want this to be romantic, even though I'm not sure I'm accomplishing the feat. I set wine glasses on the table at the top right of the plates and step back, admiring the table. I feel like Martha Stewart.

When I'm satisfied with the table, I jog up the stairs to our room to get dressed. The faded blue jeans and the white button down dress shirt I am wearing will surely impress since she's used to me in athletic gear most of the time. I leave the top few button undone, pat some cologne on my face and then jog back down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare our meal.

I have the volume on the record player turned high enough so I can hear over the boiling Fettuccine and Alfredo sauce I have simmering on the stove. A crusty loaf of French bread is warming in the oven, and a bottle of wine is in the fridge. I lean both palms on the edge of the countertop and survey the huge mess I've made in the kitchen. I sigh. I don't want Bella to think she's living with a slob, so I start rinsing dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. Periodically, I take swigs of my Crown and Coke because, frankly, I need something a little stronger than the Pinot I'd bought at the liquor store this afternoon.

I'm not paying attention to time because, honestly, I'm in the zone—I don't know how Bella pulls off cooking and cleaning like it's no big deal—so I don't hear when Bella steps in through the garage door.

"Hey, sexy." Her chest presses against my back and her arms wrap around my waist.

"Holy shit! You scared me!" I grab a towel and wipe my hands before turning around in Bella's embrace and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"You look handsome." She runs her fingers down the buttons on my shirt. "And it smells delicious in here."

My hands settle on Bella's hips. "Thought I'd surprise you with dinner."

"Hmm. I like this new domestic role you've taken over."

"Oh, no. I'm not taking this over. I'm not sure how you do this every day."

Bella giggles. "I do it so we don't starve."

I pull her in close and nip at her neck with my teeth. "Who needs food?"

Bella throws her head back laughing and then stops abruptly. "Edward, I think something's burning."

"Shit!" I let go of Bella and take large strides toward the stove. When I lift the lid of the pot I notice my once creamy white sauce is now brown. "Fuck." I stir the sauce and watch as bits of black appear. "No, no, no." I take the pot and remove it from the burner and turn to Bella. "This was not in the plans."

Bella moves to the refrigerator and opens up the door. "We can make more." She holds up a stick of butter offering to help me.

I shake my head.

"No? How about we order pizza?" She places the butter back in the fridge and walks toward me. "You know, it's the thought that counts. I love that you tried fixing me dinner." Her hand rubs up and down my back, consoling me.

"I just wanted tonight to be special."

"My nights are always special when we're together."

"You're perfect. You know that?" I kiss her nose. My plans for dinner are now ruined so I take her up on her offer to order pizza. "You want the usual?"

"Yep, lots of veggies and get the meaty one too for you and Jasper."

"He's spending the night with Em."

"Mmm, naked pizza night then?" She raises her eyebrows and wiggles them.

"Hell yeah."

Bella puts her arms around my neck, and I grasp her ass in my hands, lifting her until she's straddling my waist. I sway us both to the music, and it happens to be the song she loves the most, Everlong. She leans her head on my shoulder and kisses my neck, and the love and joy I feel is exploding inside me. "Hey," I whisper, setting her down on the countertop, and I swear her brown eyes look deep into my soul. "I have a question for you."

"Thin crust."

I shake my head and chuckle to myself. "It's a little more important than crust."

Her hands cup my cheeks. "Yes, I love you."

"You're getting warmer." I lean in, brushing my lips over hers.

Bella's hands find my hair, pulling me in even closer. Our tongues touch and our lips dance. My heart beats wildly in my chest from the kiss and this woman in my arms, and from my failed attempt at being romantic. This is not at all how I planned on tonight going, but somehow it all seems perfectly right. I deepen our kiss. One hand holds her neck while the other wraps around her back. Bella's heels dig into my thighs, holding me in place, but there's no need; I'm not going anywhere. Our chests are melded together and there's not a single bit of space between us, which seems fitting. Nothing will ever come between us ever again.

Bella releases my lips and trails kisses to my jaw. "Mmm."

"Vinyl?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?"

Her lips still over my stubble and she pulls back, looking me in the eyes. "What did you just say?"

I pull her off the counter, so she's standing before me, and I kneel down on one knee. This really isn't the place I had intended to ask the most important question of our lives. But somehow things just happen when you least expect them to—like finding your soulmate who happens to be the mother of your cousin's friend, in a rinky-dink little town off the beaten path. I look into Bella's big brown eyes as they gloss over with tears. "I said, how would you like to be Mrs. Edward Cullen?"

Bella combs her fingers through the hair above my ears and puts her forehead to mine. "I've never been more certain about anything in my life." Tears trickle from the corners of her eyes. "Yes. A million times, yes."

I tilt my chin up, and our lips meet. "I love you so much, Vinyl, don't cry."

Bella shakes her head. "They're good tears." She slides down until she's on her knees. I grasp her waist with my arms and stand us both up, but her feet don't touch the ground and I twirl her around. "I love you, Edward," she says, happiness and giggles flooding the space around us.

"I love you too." My lips find her neck breathing her in. "I love you too."

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The euphoria of our engagement never subsided that night. Neither one of us remember me fumbling with the ring box, the bread setting off the smoke detector, Bella ordering pizza, me popping the cork to champagne instead of wine, or making our way up the stairs to the bedroom. But what we do remember is how we made our beautiful daughter, Ever Marie Cullen, and how she came into the world nine months later on Thanksgiving Day.

***The End ***

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