Bare Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [3] ✓

Epilogue

Beau sat quietly as tea was made a few feet away. A soft heartbeat sounded from upstairs, along with a children's smell that made Beau smile.

"Do you like milk in your tea?" Angela asked, moving towards the table.

"Uh yeah," Beau said, watching as Angela made her way towards the kitchen table.

Age had done nothing but make Angela more beautiful. Her hair was drawn up in a messy bun, her glasses were perched loosely on her nose, and her brown eyes were still shining with hope and love. However, age had given her crinkles around her mouth and crow's-feet beside her eyes, but other than that, she looked just the same.

"You're staring," She commented, sipping her tea.

"Sorry," Beau said, giving her a gentle smile. "I don't know why you still make me tea even when you know I don't drink it."

"It helps keeps things normal," Angela said, giving him a tiny smile. "You know, more normal than the fact that you get to watch me age and I don't get to do the same for you."

"Sorry," Beau repeated, and Angela kicked his shin underneath the table.

"Stop apologizing," Angela said, wrapping her hands around her tea cup. "Now, why did you request this meeting so early. Could wait till' the regular time, hmm?"

"Rosalie and I are moving," Beau said, watching as Angela's eyes flickered softly with hurt.

"Oh," She replied, bottom lip trembling.

"Don't cry," Beau said, leaning forwards to place his hand over hers on the table.

After years of touching him in this state, Angela didn't even flinch at the cold touch. "How can I not cry? My best friend just told me that he's moving away,"

"Colorado has been good," Beau said, giving her a tiny smile. "But we can only be here for so long."

"I know," Angela said, giving Beau a tiny smile. "I know you risked so much in order to follow me here from Forks. Rosalie and you have been so good to me."

"You're my best friend," Beau said as way of explanation. "When we heard you were moving here, we had to come here too. After all, I felt like I never really got to say goodbye to you after everything happened to me."

 Angela sighed. "I'm not happy about it, but I want you to be safe."

That was the reason Beau loved the girl across from him so much. Angela, despite learning that Beau was something other than human, hadn't decreased her love for him any less than what it had been in high school.

Rosalie and Beau had broken off from Carlisle and Esme's protection in order to join Angela and Ben in Colorado. Both of them pretending to be seniors at the local high school in order to have a cover story to why they were here.

They'd been here for four years now, but now it was time to leave. Despite her strong smile, Beau knew that Rosalie missed Carlisle and Esme, and if he was being honest with himself, Beau missed them as well.

"Mom?"

A soft voice from the kitchen told Beau that Angela's daughter, Daphne, had woken up from her nap. Angela, now thirty-one and married, smiled at her daughter.

"Say hello to Uncle Beau," Angela said, and Daphne mumbled her hello while burying her four year old face into her mother's stomach.

Even before she had Daphne, Beau had know that Angela would be a good mother. Throughout her high school life, Angela had too much love to be contained in one person. While she had given her unconditional love out to Ben, himself, and even Rosalie, Angela needed a mini-me to give more of her love to. Hence, Daphne's existence.

"I should get back to Rosalie," Beau said, giving Angela  tiny smile. "Today's an important day."

"Oh," Angela said, giving him a bright smile. She scooped her daughter up and placed her on her hip as she led Beau towards the front door. "Tell her I said hello."

"Course," Beau said, bending down and kissing Angela's cheek. "I'll call before we leave, alright?"

"You better. I love you," Angela said, giving Beau a tiny smile.

"Love you too," Beau said, making his way towards his sports-car in the driveway.

Sliding into the leather exterior, Beau drove towards his shared apartment with Rosalie. It was a small place, but it was enough for the both of them.

He made his way up the stairs, giving smiles to the neighbors he saw in the hallway before stepping into his apartment. He heard Rosalie's voice gently singing along with a song on the record player.

Stepping silently into the doorway of their bedroom, he watched as Rosalie swayed her hips slightly, dancing to the rhythm. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as she dusted her eyelids with a bronze colored eyeshadow as Frank Sinatra floated through the air.

"With your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you,"  Beau sang, moving across the room in a brief step. His arms wrapping around Rosalie's waist and hugging her to his chest. "And the way you look tonight."

"Hello," Rosalie said, pressing her nose into his collarbone. "How's Angela?"

"Great, like usual," Beau said, kissing the top of Rosalie's head.

Rosalie hummed, "Good,"

"Happy anniversary," Beau said, kissing the shell of Rosalie's ear. He gently ghosted his hand towards her neck, gently tugging on the golden chain that held her wedding ring on it.

Rosalie hummed, leaning into his body. "Feels just like yesterday I saw you for the first time."

A bright smile fell onto Beau's face, his wife matching his expression as they looked at each other in the mirror. "I love you, Rosalie."

Rosalie watched him in the mirror, giving him a soft smile, "I love you too, Beau. Forever."

Beau matched Rosalie's beautiful smile, and knew that he'd never get tired of seeing this expression her face. Would never get tired of coming home to this girl. No matter how much their surroundings changed, his love for this blonde haired soulmate of his, wouldn't ever.

"Forever," Beau whispered, holding onto Rosalie's softly, and closing his eyes.

He had started his story as a human, but now he was so much more.

He had the girl of his dreams, the family he had always dreamed of, and he'd still managed to keep the bits of his human life alive inside of himself despite everything he had faced. Beau didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky to get everything he had ever wanted.

But he was never going to give it up.