Most characters belong to S. Meyer. Major plot line belongs to J. Austen. The rest is all me. :)

Betad by Michelle Renker Rhodes.

A&A Epilogue (P&P Ch. 61)

Happy and sunny was the day when Pemberley was transformed from a Vineyard into its owner's wedding venue, with white tents and tulle, tulips and white roses, and a white arbor with vines of rich grapes weaved all throughout. A beautiful, young lady walked down the grassy aisle to the handsome gentleman that eagerly awaited her under the arbor. Her father walked with her, tears stinging his eyes despite his enormous pride and joy. Her sister, as well as the gentleman's sister, stood at her side. As for the gentleman, he had his best friend, as well as his future cousin-in-law next to him.

The bride's mother cried copious happy tears, making sure that everyone within hearing and visual range could observe the joy with which she handed over her favorite daughter to such a deserving - and rich - young man.

It would be wonderful to say that the marriage of one daughter to such a great man and the engagement of the other daughter to another wonderful man had been enough to transform Renee Swan into a more rational, sensible person. Alas, in front of her son-in-law, Edward, she did attempt to censor herself, knowing full well that Edward would not stand for gossip or inane silliness.

Yet when left to her own devices, Renee was still known to brag about her son-in-law's wealth, his connections, and to shove her daughters' successes into her good friend Sue's envious face.

Charlie attempted to get away from this behavior as much as possible. And now that he had two daughters living at the opposite end of the country, he took full advantage of the distance and visited as often as possible – usually without prior warning.

As for Jessica, much like Renee, the birth of her son, James, didn't magically transform her into an intelligent, responsible young woman. But her son was the love of her life, and so she made somewhat of an effort to better herself for his sake, if not for her own, and fulfilled all the minimum requirements mandated of her to receive the benefits of the Rose Foundation for Exploited Young Women. If she used some of the money to buy herself a kick-ass pair of heels now and then, she couldn't very well be faulted for that, could she? Mama needed a new pair of shoes!

As fate would have it though, while in community college she met a young man named Ben Cheney, the total opposite of her in every way, and as he was unworldly, quiet and meek and completely unaware of the various arts and allurements a young lady will employ when intending to snag herself a certain man, he soon found himself the instant family he hadn't even known he was looking for.

Lauren, having seen the dangers loose morals could engender, decided not to follow in her sister's footsteps. Her older cousins invited her to New York one summer, so she could start checking out colleges over there. She fell in love with the City, went back to Forks, studied her ass off, and the following year was accepted into New York University on a full scholarship – much to Charlie's delight.

Alice and Jasper got married the year after Edward and Bella, and soon sold Netherfield Estate, finding that it was much too close to…uhm…certain unwanted visitors. They settled on a beautifully restored brownstone in Brooklyn, New York; just a short ride to Edward and Bella's homes in New York City and Pemberley.

Mike spent the next ten years in jail – and as child predators are as hated in prison as they are out in the real world, rumors said that Mike got a taste of his own medicine while in the slammer, and never walked with quite the same swagger again.

Tanya never fully got over Edward's marriage to Bella, but as her cousin Jasper was a frequent visitor to Pemberley and she desperately wanted to be invited as well, she tried her best to hide her resentment, was sweet and kind to Rosalie, tried not to be too sweet and kind to Edward, and was as courteous and polite to Bella as she could possibly muster.

She still never received another invite.

As for Rosalie…

She lived with her brother and his wife for a few years, while attending Julliard. The relationship she had with Bella was as close as two sisters could get. And though at first Rosalie was a bit shocked by how much Bella teased Edward – as she'd never seen anyone tease her brother so much and get away with it – she came to realize that wives teased their husbands in a much different manner, and that all that teasing was a sort of…game between her older brother and his wife that would lead to other sorts of…ahem, games. Once she realized this, she would smile and quietly leave the room whenever these games began – which was pretty often.

Rosalie graduated Juilliard at the top of her class, which made her brother and sister-in-law extremely proud. They threw her a grand party at Pemberley, where one of the guests was a young doctor named Emmett, her sister-in-law's cousin. They'd become pretty good friends over the years; she'd even once told him about Mike, and he'd listened and assuaged her fear that what Mike had forced her to do would somehow lead to her never being able to have children.

On Rosalie's first day as an Artistic Director at MoMA, Emmett surprised her afterwards outside and invited her to a celebratory dinner, where he confessed he was in love with her. She in turn confessed that she'd been in love with him since the first time she met him at Pemberley, but had thought he'd consider her too young for him. He admitted that at the time, he had. They were married a year later, to the great joy of both her brother and his wife, and Rosalie went on to employ all the methods of…teasing her new husband that she'd surreptitiously learned from Bella.

Finally, Senator Jane De Volturi was highly infuriated by the marriage of her nephew to such trash as Isabella Swan, and as she clearly told Edward in that epic text exchange they'd had a few months before he got married, she wouldn't have gone to the wedding even if she had been invited!

Speaking of the text exchange, it will not be shared in this story because the language used by the Senator was so vulgar that it would be an embarrassment to the country to repeat such filth from a civil servant. Of course, all relations between Edward and his aunt came to an end after that exchange, but after a few years, and on his wife's gentle urging, Edward was persuaded to contact his aunt and let bygones be bygones, especially as his aunt had fallen on such hard and melancholy times after losing her Senate seat by such a wide margin a couple of years back.

Edward went so far as to agree to have her over to dinner at Pemberley, and allowed her to bring her boyfriend as well, a Mr. Jacob Black. Afterwards, as they lay in bed together that evening, talking and kissing late into the night, Edward and Bella were grateful to the former Senator and her continued assistant for their unintentional comic relief. And as Bella recounted a particularly favorite moment of hers, Edward happily listened, rubbing his wife's quite protruding belly round and round.

As if on cue, the tiny being inside kicked when its mother got to the punch line.

Edward chuckled. "She's got your sense of humor."

"He's got your know-it-all attitude. How does he even know I'm done?"

Edward grinned indulgently and kissed his wife's sweet lips. "Probably because she is a know-it-all, just like you, Mrs. Cullen."

"Don't call me Mrs. Cullen when you're being cheeky," Bella pouted. "You may only call me Mrs. Cullen when you are utterly, completely and unimaginably happy."

Edward smiled, and drawing in a few uneven breaths, he hovered over his wife, being careful to keep his weight off of her beautiful belly.

"In that case," he murmured tenderly, "it's time for you to get some rest now, Mrs. Cullen."

He placed a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Mrs. Cullen."

He trailed his mouth along the side of her face, ghosting his lips over her cheek.

"Mrs. Cullen."

His mouth slid to the edge of her lips, making her gasp quietly.

And then, pulling away just enough to meet her big brown eyes, he breathed, "Mrs. Cullen,"

…and eased his mouth over hers…

THE END.

A/N: Thoughts?

Seriously, I want to thank all of you guys, especially those of you who've been with this story since it first started posting OVER 3 YEARS AGO!

This was my second fanfic story, and somewhere along the way it got sidelined a bit here and there, but I promised I wouldn't abandon it, because all my stories are my babies, and I would NEVER abandon one.

Reading back through the first chapters, the Patty that I am now would've probably written those chappies a bit differently, and had I started this story a few months ago rather than a few years ago, it probably would've been rated "M", LOL. But I hope you guys enjoyed it for what it was: me telling someone else's story in my words. Jane Austen kept it "T", and so I did too. :)

For those of you who've read "THE CULLEN LEGACY," I'll have the last outtake to that to you guys in a couple of weeks, and then probably sometime in November, we'll have a completely new story to tell! So put me on Author/Story Alert if you're interested in any of that.

As always, love you all!