So this is the last chapter! Thanks for reading this little story and being faithful to it. I hope it ends exactly the way you wanted it to!

I fiddled nervously with my tie in the mirror. I heard a small chuckle from my dad as he stepped behind me and clapped a hand to my shoulder.

"Don't worry, Edward," Dad said to me. "You have no reason to be nervous."

"Stage fright," I muttered.

He took my hands and helped me by buttoning my sleeves up. "You don't have to be nervous. She's a great girl. You've found the right one this time. She's no Tanya."

I opened my mouth to agree wholeheartedly, but I was interrupted by my son. "Dad!" Emerson said loudly as he ran out of the bathroom. "I can't tie my tie!"

I laughed and crouched down to his level. "It's no problem, buddy. Here, I can do it for you."

He wiggled as I unknotted his frail little attempts and tied his tiny tie.

"Why are you jumping up and down?" I teased him, brushing some fuzz off his black jacket.

"I have a big role," he mumbled. "I'm nervous."

"Me, too," I sighed. "But we're going to do just fine. Do you have the ring box?"

He pulled it out of his pocket. "Right here."

"Good job, son. Put it back in your pocket." I finished tying his tie and kissed his cheek. "Okay, you are officially the most handsome guy in this building."

Emerson laughed and went to my father, who was tying his own tie. "Grandpa Carlisle, am I more handsome than you?"

"I'm afraid so," my father said. "You don't have a funny accent, either."

Emerson giggled and started to pace the carpet. Once Bella and I had gotten engaged, he had immediately taken to calling me "Dad" and my parents his grandparents. Alice and Jasper were his aunt and uncle, too. Emmy had been just as good about it. She was so proud to call Bella her "Mommy" and she absolutely loved her Grandpa Charlie, Aunt Rosalie, and Uncle Emmett.

"Knock, knock," a male voice said. I turned around to see my almost-father-in-law. His eyes were red from tears, but he came to give me a good handshake.

"I'm proud of you, son," he said, humor deep in his voice. "You've found a good girl."

"I think so, too," I smiled at him. "Thank you again, Charlie."

Asking Charlie for his permission to marry his daughter had been one of the scariest moments in my life, even though I knew he liked me. I knew that even after a year of dating, I didn't deserve Bella, and Charlie had been quick to remind me of that—but he also added that he didn't think he could find a better man for his little girl, which of course put me on cloud nine.

"It's my pleasure, my boy," Charlie replied. "I gave you my most precious gifts—my Bells and my Emerson. Just take care of them, okay?"

"I always will," I promised him.

Jasper suddenly tore into the room. "I just saw her!" he announced.

I turned to him. "What does she look like? Is she gorgeous? What about the dress?"

He snorted. "The dress is…white, man. What do you expect me to say? But yeah, she looks beautiful. And Alice looks…whoo!"

Dad glared at him. "That's my daughter you're talking about. Both of them."

I let out a long breath. I was about to marry the most perfect woman in the world. If my sister's dumb boyfriend could confidently say she was beautiful, then she must have been stunning.

"My mom always looks pretty," Emerson reminded us. "Dad, can I go see her?"

"I'll take you," Charlie told him.

"Emerson, we have to be in position in ten minutes," I reminded him.

"I will, Dad!"

"Eddie, Alice has everything under control," Jazz reminded me. "Take some deep breaths."

"I'm trying," I muttered.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" he asked me.

"Oh, no, definitely not!" I exclaimed. "I'm just going to flub my lines or something."

"Nobody will be able to hear you," Dad reminded me. "Listen, lad—well, I guess I can't call you that anymore. Anyway, when I was going to marry your mom, I was so nervous. I knew I didn't deserve her. But guess what—I did it anyway!"

I stared at him. "Is that supposed to enlighten me on some great manly secret?"

He gave a laugh. "Definitely not. I don't have any advice. Except that you love her, you got her, and after today, you'll never have to give her away. That should give you enough strength to stop sweating and kiss that bride."

I sighed. "I know you're right. I just…"

"You'll feel better when you see her," Jasper promised me. "Come on. When was the first time you kissed her? Were you nervous?"

"A little," I admitted, remembering the way I had asked her permission before I actually did it.

"And the first time you told her you loved her?" Dad prodded.

I smiled at the sudden memory. "New Year's Eve. When I had kidney stones…and she was taking care of me."

"Oh, yeah," Jasper remembered. "And you looked like hell. And you look pretty sharp now, so you should have more confidence than you did that night."

I chuckled at him. "Okay, I think we need to get out there."

We walked out the door. To my surprise, Emmy was standing there at the door.

"Hello, my love," I said, bending to kiss her. "You look so beautiful."

She beamed in her blue dress, clutching her white flower girl basket possessively. "You look handsome too, Daddy. I'm supposed to keep you away from Aunt Alice's room," she informed me. "Mommy said that you wouldn't dare disobey me."

I laughed. "Your mommy is right. So I guess I have to go to the backyard and stand at the altar?"

"Yep! And Grandpa, and Uncle Jasper, too." She looked up at her uncle. "Uncle Jazzy, you look very handsome."

"And you look very gorgeous," he said bending down and kissing her cheek. "You're going to do great, munchkin."

"I know," she shrugged, unimpressed.

"Emmy, where is Emerson?" I asked her.

"In Mommy's room."

"Okay," I said. "You can tell Mommy that I'm on my way to the altar."

"Okay!" She took off running down the hallway of my parents' house.

I walked down the stairs with my best man (my dad) and my groomsman (Jasper). As we passed the kitchen, my mom ran out in a stunning dress.

"Oh, you look so handsome," she gushed, tears streaming down her face. "I won't kiss you because of my lipstick…thank god I wore waterproof mascara."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, kissing her cheek. "Is everything set up outside?"

She nodded. "The guests are here. You just have to go to the altar, and I'll take care of everything else."

"Alright, I'm on my way," I muttered.

We didn't invite many people to the wedding—just family, close friends, and a few coworkers who would be offended if we didn't invite them. We had also invited Bella's mother Renee, but we had not received an reply or an RSVP I went outside and took a look at the setup as I stood on the altar. I didn't see any unfamiliar brunette women. My heart immediately sank for Bella.

At least Mom and Alice had definitely gone all out with flowers and everything.

I shuffled my feet as I waited for the music to start. Finally, piano music started to play. I recognized the song instantly—the lullaby I had written for Emmy. Bella had told me that I had zero control over the music during the ceremony, that she wanted it to be a surprise.

Jasper, Dad, and I straightened up as Mom walked down the aisle. She really was a vision, reddish-caramel hair straight and styled in a perfect up-do. She took her seat in the front.

After Mom was the maid-of-honor, Rosalie. Of course the beauty looked perfect in her blue dress. Following Rosalie was Alice, who looked radiant. I noticed Jasper inhaling sharply as he saw his future bride, and I was so glad that things were working out for them.

Emmy and Emerson were next. They were so adorable, with Emerson in his black suit and blue tie, and Emmy in her beautiful blue dress. They walked arm-in-arm as Emmy awkwardly tossed blue flower petals on the white aisle. I heard our guests laugh as Emmy stumbled, and Emerson helped her up. I was so relieved that they were over their crushes on each other. Now they could just be brother and sister—and best friends. Emerson came and stood behind Jasper, and Emmy took her spot behind Alice.

Finally, Emmy's lullaby turned into the lullaby I had composed for Bella. I held my head high as I waited for my bride to round the corner.

And when she did, I couldn't breathe.

She was beautiful from head-to-toe, her chocolate curls cascading down her back. Her gown was a spotless white, flattering her tiny figure. It was strapless, showing her delicate collarbones, and gracefully fell to the floor. She was on Charlie's elbow, and they were laughing together.

And then she noticed me, and she became the blushing bride I had so been looking forward to.

Our eyes locked as she walked down the aisle—graceful, for once. She smiled dazzlingly at me, her white teeth matching the pearls I had given her for Christmas. Finally, she made it to the altar.

Charlie, tears falling down his face, kissed her cheek, took her hand, and placed it in mine.

She was home.

I helped her up on the proper step, and we held hands and stared at each other. The minister began the speech that Bella and I had come up with.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate not only a union between a man and a woman, but a blending of two families. Today not only celebrates the love of husband and wife, but of parent and child, and brother and sister."

I barely noticed that Emmy was bouncing excitedly. Alice placed a hand on her hair to remind her to calm down.

"The love of a family starts with the love of a man and a woman," the minister continued. He smiled at us. "Now join your hands, and with your hands, your hearts."

Bella and I giggled at the Shakespeare quote as we squeezed each other's hands. Since our first conversation was about our favorite writers, we only found it appropriate to weave Shakespeare throughout our vows.

Bella cleared her throat as she began. "In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty. Love is not love/Which alters when it alteration finds/Or Bends with the remover to remove/O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark/That looks on tempests and is never shaken/It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart."

I saw a tear sneak down her cheek, and I lightly kissed her hand as the minister turned to me.

I had been scared about forgetting my lines, but they came naturally to me. "In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty," I repeated before moving into my own speech. "My bounty is as deep as the sea/My love as deep; the more I give to thee/The more I have, for both are infinite. One half of me is yours, the other half yours/Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours/And so all yours! Doubt thou the stars are fire/Doubt the sun doth move/Doubt truth to be a liar/but never doubt thy love."

She suddenly smiled brightly, and I realized that I was crying, too.

"If we can have the rings," the minister said kindly, and our children walked to our sides. Emmy pulled out her ring box and handed my silver wedding band to Bella.

The minister began with the vows. "Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take this man to be your lawfully-wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do you part, and finally, to be the mother of his children?"

"I do," Bella grinned, winking at me as she slid my band onto the fourth finger of my left hand.

Emerson stepped up and handed me Bella's delicate silver ring.

"And do you, Edward Anthony Cullen, take this woman to be your lawfully-wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do you part, and finally, to be the father of her children?"

"I do," I said loudly and clearly, placing her ring on the appropriate finger.

"We now make vows to the children," the minister continued, and Bella crouched down to face Emmy and Emerson.

I noticed the minister smiled at this rather unconventional part of our ceremony. "Do you, Isabella Marie, promise to be the best mother you can be for Emerson and Emmy, a constant symbol of love, concern, and nurturing, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, whatever life may bring, so long as you all shall live?"

Bella kissed Emerson's cheek, and then kissed Emmy's cheek. "I do," she said, and both of my children beamed at her.

Now it was my turn. Bella stood up, and I squatted down and took both of my children's hands.

"Do you, Edward Anthony Cullen, promise to be the best father you can be for Emerson and Emmy, a constant symbol of love, concern, and protection, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, whatever life may bring, so long as you all shall live?"

"I do," I vowed before kissing my little girl and my little boy.

I stood back up to face Bella.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, father and mother. You may now kiss the bride," he said, and I could wait no longer.

Bella threw her arms around my neck and I picked her up as we kissed sweetly, our lips exuberant with each other. I felt every ounce of love we possessed in that kiss, and I could feel that love radiating through the four people we represented on this altar.

My dad cleared his throat next to me, and I knew that we had kissed for entirely too long. I broke the kiss and set her on her feet. She laughed as we grinned at each other.

"I now present Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen," the minister announced, and my mom and Emmett let out a rather loud cheer as Bella and I turned to face our guests. "I also present the Cullen family: Edward, Bella, Emerson, and Emmy."

Everyone stood up to clap, as was the custom. Emerson let out a happy laugh at the sound of his new name. It hadn't taken long at all to adopt him as my own as his biological father had absolutely zero parental rights. So finally, my little family was complete.

We all walked down the aisle together, Emerson and Emmy slapping high fives with our guests. We still had a reception at the stables to attend, but we wanted to have a moment with our little family—along with wedding pictures.

"It's official!" Emmy said happily, reaching up to hug Bella.

Bella picked up our daughter and kissed her cheek, leaving a lipstick smudge. I could only imagine the lipstick on my mouth after that kiss. "It is official. You're my little girl."

"And you're my little man," I said to Emerson, picking him up in a big hug.

"I already knew that," he replied. "Mommy, are you happy?"

Bella let me wrap an arm around me and Emmy and leaned her head against my chest. "I'm happier than I've ever been," she admitted, staring into my eyes.

I simply ducked my head and kissed those delectable lips.

Of course, we weren't only a young married couple. I was reminded of our parenting responsibility as our kids tried to wiggle to their feet. "Ew!" they shouted. "Cooties!"

Bella and I laughed and put them down. They ran back down to the scene of the wedding together.

"I love you," I whispered into Bella's ear, kissing it.

"I love you more," she replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Impossible."

She giggled. "By the way…I have a very handsome husband."

I laughed again. "And I have a very beautiful wife. I almost had a heart attack when I first saw you."

She kissed me again, more seriously this time.

Finally, Emmy had a mommy.

And I had another love to call my own.

I thought it ended pretty nicely myself.

The quotes in italics were random quotes taken from various Shakespeare plays. It was probably extremely cheesy, but I thought it was appropriate for our literature nerds.

Bella's wedding dress is on my profile. I didn't describe it vividly because, as much as Edward knows about hairbows and fabric softener, he probably doesn't understand the words "A-line cut," "scalloped lace," or "ruched." But I chose it because it's beautiful and it's inexpensive, which I think is important for this Bella.

Will you leave a review and tell me what you thought of the story as a whole since it is over?