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Total Bliss...Or Not

**Sequel to The Way I Love You, read it first or this won't make sense to you!** Edward and Bella are getting married. That also means they have to leave their children behind for a week when they go on their honeymoon. But what happens to the kids that causes them to come home early from their honeymoon? Edward and Bella are now 21, the twins are 3. A little fluff here and there, nothing racy though. **Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, just the plot of this story and any characters not in Twilight****Sequel now posted, called "Turning Back In Time"**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


15. Epilogue

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Not every story has a happy ending. One day, your life couldn't get any better, and the next, it's all been shattered into pieces, nothing being the same ever again.

It's been thirteen years since Lucy was taken away. I still cry myself to sleep every night over the daughter I lost. Jack always felt like a piece of him was missing. He never forgot that his twin was kidnapped and never found. He wasn't the same, he rarely laughed or cracked jokes anymore. He's like a zombie, getting through each day as best he can.

Anna is twelve now and little Kate just turned three. She was a huge suprise, but we love her just the same. Jack didn't get close to them, in fact he ignored them as much as possible. He told me he didn't want to love them, just to have them ripped away from him. As much as I wanted him to be a role model for his sisters, I couldn't blame him for doing what he did.

Edward has been a doctor for a little over four years now, after he finally finished all of this schooling. I wrote novels from home for a living. We still lived in our white house in Forks. Lucy's room stayed the same, we didn't touch it.

I miss her so much. I visited her headstone every day. I finally gave in and let them give her one after two years of searching. I didn't want to face the facts. That my daughter was most likely dead.


Edward wrapped his arms around me and I sobbed into his chest.

"Honey, it's going to be...it's...life goes on, and we have to go with it," he said, avoiding the words I didn't want to hear.

"Edward," I sobbed. "I don't wanna," I cried like a little girl. "I just want my baby back!"

"So do I, love, but we can't have her back. She's gone," he whispered, tears falling fast from his eyes.


I looked up through teary eyes to my son standing in the doorway. "My baby," I sniffled. He walked over and took me in his arms, replacing Edward. He was crying, too. I held him tighter and said, "Don't you ever leave me. If somebody tries to take you, you fight back as best you can."

"I'm not going anywhere, Mom," he whispered in my ear.

We continued to cry for an immeasurable amount of time. Then, he said,

"She's not dead. She's out there somewhere, I can feel it."

And I one hundred percent believed him.