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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

Summary:
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


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45. Chapter 45: Forever

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SIX MONTHS LATER:

Six months later. Everyday the same paradise as the one before. My life better than any heaven imaginable. God, I grew ever more happier day by day, week by week, month by month.

At this rate, I was surprised I hadn't exploded from happiness yet. How was I able to handle such happiness? If any human had such happiness and love in their life, they stood no chance against it--they would die from how overwhelming it is.

The family moved in to the cabin two months ago, once Edward and I were ready for them. It took quite a while, though, for us to finally be able to bring our sex life down enough notches to live with anyone else.

Now, anytime we went out hunting or something and stayed out longer than necessary we had Emmett's endless questions and sexual suggestions to come home to--it was quite disturbing.

Edward was a hell of a lot more used to it than I was, that's for sure. Decades more of experience with it. It drove me nuts at times.

In fact, once the family moved in and I had to find something else to occupy my time, other than sex with Edward, considering the new circumstances, I actually began studying as a hobby.

Edward had so much more knowledge than I had and it was so intimidating to me, though I'd never admit it to him. I just hated feeling so inferior around him, so I figured that since I had forever to live now, maybe I could make the most of that time and begin doing what he had spent the past century doing before I came along.

So I decided to try to get caught up with him, reading every piece of material I could, learning different things every day, studying language, art, literature, science, music, and even the hell that is math...but, I tried to stay away from that as much as possible.

I was sitting in the study, looking through one of Carlisle's books on medicine, struggling desperately to focus on what I was reading instead of my distractions of what I wanted to be doing with Edward right now.

I sighed and began shaking my legs involuntarily to help ease the temptation. "Oh, God...will it never end?"

Suddenly, Edward's arms were encircling around me from behind and he grazed my jawbone softly with his lips, before saying, "God, I sure hope not."

I smiled and nestled into him, nuzzling his neck. "My God, how could you people get into this stuff?"

"What is it?" He asked, peering over my shoulder to read it.

"The freakin'...Cardiovascular System. How the hell do you make sense of this Greek?"

He came around and said, "I happen to be a master in Greek; let me see if I can help you out here."

He pulled up a chair and sat down beside me, pulled the book towards him, and mere seconds later, he nodded.

"It's quite simple. You're reading about the heart condition of aortic insufficiency. It's usually a congenital defect in the heart. The human heart consists of two ventricles, four atria, and two main valves primarily. The main valve is the aortic valve, which is encased in the aorta. It is responsible for delivering blood to the body itself. But, when the valve is insufficient, it leaks. The blood regurgitates back into the heart rather than going to the rest of the body like it should. Everyone's valves leak; it's natural, but when it leaks more than it should, if it's not fixed in time, the person can die, depending on how bad it is."

I shook my head, in disbelief, "What are you saying?"

He smiled, "Pretty much, in layman's terms, heart has valves, valves leak too much blood, person dies. You with me so far?"

I nodded, but sighed, "God, this is so damn frustrating. Why the hell did you learn this crap?"

He shrugged, "Had nothing else to do."

I shuddered, "But, it's so boring. How did you force yourself to pay attention and actually understand what you were reading?"

"Well, I had Carlisle there to explain what I didn't understand to me, for one. And, I didn't have you as a distraction, for another."

I considered that. "Touche. Yeah, I can definitely see your point when you put it that way."

He smiled, "Very good. But, why are you doing this? I mean, you don't have to learn this, no one's making you."

I looked away sheepishly, "I don't know." I lied, terribly as usual.

"Don't lie to me; it doesn't help."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I just...I want to educate myself so that I can be a little more closer to your level of intelligence. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to be with you when you make me feel like an incompetent amateur?"

He considered that before saying, "Well, to be fair...you are an incompetent amateur, I'll give you that."

"You're not helping." I told him.

He smiled, "I'm kidding. Look, you are the smartest person I know. I have a century's advantage over you, Bella, you have to understand that. You don't have to be a genius for me to love you. I love you the way you are; in fact, I don't like overly smart girls, it makes them quite cocky."

"What?" I asked.

"Why do you think I fell for you? Because, of all the girls I met, you were the only one who never expected for me to fall madly in love with you. Every other girl I had ever met expected me to fall for them, and whenever I didn't, they would assume that I was simply conceited. That I was just self-absorbed and assumed I was too good for them."

"Well, in their defense, they were right. You are far too good for anyone."

"I'm not having this conversation again!"

I smiled. "Sorry. You were saying." God, forever trying to convince him that he was the freakin' epitome of the word: perfection would be a bitch.

"Well, I was saying that I don't expect you to become an Einstein on every subject just because I know more than most people."

"Most people?" I challenged, "Einstein can't even put a dent in what you know."

"It doesn't matter to me. You could be dumber than a door nail and I'd still love you. I fell in love with you for who you are; not what you know."

"You need to learn some new slang." I noticed.

"No, no, no, no, don't change the subject. You need to realize that nothing means more to me than you, whether you have the knowledge of the universe or not. Don't you get that?"

"So, are you saying you don't want me to learn more?"

"No, that's not at all what I'm saying. I'm saying that if you want to, you can. But, you don't have to do it for me. You don't need to be a genius to be with me; you have to know that."

I nodded. "Yeah...I know."

"So, who are you doing this for, Bella? Really?"

I considered it. "Well, when I think about it, I was doing it for you." I forced my eyes to meet his, "But, now, I think I need to do it for myself. The more knowledge I acquire, the better I'll feel."

"Whatever you want to do." He said, softly, "I'll support you either way. Just make sure you don't do it for the wrong reasons."

I nodded. "I will."

"Good." He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me, hugging me.

Emmett walked in and said, "Yo, Edward! Jazz and I are goin' hunting. Interested?"

Edward looked to me, almost as if for permission.

I smiled, "Whatever you want to do." I used his words against him. "Maybe I'll go with you."

"Actually, Bella..." Emmett said, sheepishly, "Everyone's kinda going. Someone needs to stay with, uh--"

At that moment, Esme walked in, holding little Edward in her arms, the happiest smile on her face. "I will never get over how beautiful he is." She said, softly, handing him to me.

"Just like his daddy." I said, looking to Edward now, with a smile.

He rolled his eyes, "Shut up. I'm sick of this endless conversation."

"Likewise." I said.

"I'm going to stay," he told Emmett, "I can't leave them alone. Maybe some other time."

Emmett stomped off, "Damn it. Fine. I'll remember that."

I rolled my eyes and Edward smiled, "He'll get over it. But, I'm not leaving you two, not for the world."

I smiled and said, "Okay. That's fine. Emmett might not agree--"

"Don't worry about Emmett. He's just being an idiot right now."

"What else is new?" I said, with a small chuckle.

"All right, well, we'll be back soon, you two." Esme said, walking over and wrapping an arm around each of us.

She kissed all of our foreheads before saying, "I love you..."

"Love you, too," Edward and I said at the same time.

Then, she smiled and walked out. It was a matter of minutes before the house was finally cleared out.

I looked down at our beautiful baby boy, lying in my arms, staring at us and cooing softly, and leaned the side of my head against Edward's as I said, "My God, he is so beautiful. How is possible to be so beautiful."

"One hell of a gene pool." He said, jokingly. "On his mother's side." He added to my stare.

I rolled my eyes, "This is like the worst kind of de ja vu ever."

"Why is that?"

"Because it is never-ending. Every day? Seriously? Will you ever just admit that this child would look hideous without you as a father?"

He stared at me, in shock, "Bite your tongue, heathen."

"Bite it for me." I challenged and he smiled before leaning in and kissing me, softly.

Then, he said, against my lips, "I think it's time for his nap now. Thank God he inherited sleeping from you. Gives us a whole eight free hours. What can we possibly do...for eight...whole...hours?" He asked, tracing the side of my neck with his lips now, tightening his arm around me.

"Okay, time for bed." I said, standing up, and racing Edward to the bedroom. Son of a bitch, still beat me. "The baby slowed me down." I said, defensively.

"Don't you lie to me. Admit it, I'm faster than you again...you're getting kind of slow in your old age, you know." He said, with a smile.

I scoffed, "That's not funny."

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny."

"Bite me." I said, turning away from him to walk towards the rocking chair, when he bent down to bite my shoulder playfully.

"Don't tempt me," he said, huskily.

"Wait!" I warned. "Not now."

"Damn." He said, "All right, I'll wait."

I smiled and sat down in the rocking chair and began rocking the baby back and forth, shushing him as I did so, until his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing became deep and even as he slept.

Edward came over and sat on the arm of the chair, wrapped his arm around me, and placed his other hand on the baby's cheek.

Then, he kissed my head before kissing the baby's. "I love you," he whispered to the baby, making him smile in his sleep.

Then, he brought his hand up, lifted my face so my eyes would meet his, and said, looking into my eyes, "And I love you, too."

"I love you," I said, before kissing him in response.

"Forever." He murmured against my lips.

"What an understatement!" I said, almost insulted. " 'Forever' is no where near enough to describe how long we will love each other."

He smiled and said, "Yeah...that damn meaningless word...no words will ever exist to describe our love."

I nodded, understanding. Then, I rested my forehead against his, looked down at the baby, and then said, "He's asleep."

I looked up at Edward and we smiled at each other, before getting up, laying the baby down in the crib, and then running to the bed, shutting the door that divided our rooms.

Within minutes, we were on the bed, kissing and holding one another in our arms, in our very own heaven--our very own world. One that no one could ever know.

"I love you," he breathed against the skin of my neck, before raising his head to look into my eyes.

"I love you...forever and for always..." I managed to gasp, before burying my fingers in his hair and pulling his head down to mine for another kiss, a lingering, perfect kiss that seemed to never end.

I was right. It would never end. It was just the beginning. And, it would never end. That was more powerful, more beautiful than anything that ever was or ever would be.