Friends with Benefits

Epilogue

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Before we get to it, I want to do my author's note up here. Pictures from this chapter will be on my tumblr and blog. We will be wrapping up the story, tying up some loose ends. (What happened to Paul? Rosalie? All of our favorite characters and not so favorite characters?) We also want to know about our couple. Did they get their HEA? Honeymoon?

Anyhow, I want to thank a few people. First off, thank you to Chandrakanta for creating the banner for the story. It was awesome and totally captured the feel I had for it. Also, thank you to Kelly (ladykt on TWCS) for making sure that the dates were always right on TWCS. Finally, thank you to all of my supporters, which there are so many, but you know who you are, when I struggled with this story and with the harsh criticisms that Bella received. Thank you, all of you, for your support and encouragement. I truly appreciate it, more than you can possibly ever understand.

And now the...

Epilogue

BPOV

December 31st, 2014

"Alice?" I knocked on her bathroom door in the hotel room. I heard her retching. "Ali? Are you okay?"

"Ugh, I don't need this today," she moaned.

"I'm coming in," I said, opening the door. She was kneeling on the floor with a towel covering her dress. Her hair was tossed over her shoulder and she looked as white as her wedding gown. "Ali? What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing. Just growing a human," she said, flushing the toilet.

"Excuse me! Did you just say you're growing a human?" I squeaked.

"Yep. Our little bundle of joy was conceived on your wedding night," she blanched, leaning against the door and giving me a smile. "I cannot stop throwing up."

"Do you have anything you can take? Oh, and congratulations," I laughed nervously, looking at my best friend. "You're pregnant!'

"Yeah," she said wistfully, pressing her hands to her belly. "I forgot to bring my birth control pills on our trip and junior was conceived. I'm happy but would really like to not puke my brains out on my flipping wedding day." She teetered to her bag and found a prescription bottle. "I can take these but I'll be sleepy most of the day."

"Lesser of the two evils, Ali. Puking or nodding off," I said, handing her a water bottle.

"Good point," Alice said, downing her medication and wiping down her face. "Sorry that I kind of booked it out of there. I didn't want to puke up on my dress. Is the photographer mad?"

"Riley? No," I snickered. "He was more worried than anything." Alice nodded and walked unsteadily out of the bathroom. "Do you want me to get to the makeup artist?"

"Do I look bad?" she asked, rushing to a mirror and checking her hair. "Do I have puke in my hair? On my dress?!"

"No, you're beautiful, Alice. I was just curious," I said, guiding her away from the mirror, rubbing her back.

"Okay. I'm just a mess. This is not going according to plan with the baby," Alice sighed, picking up her bouquet that was placed on the bed. "Jasper and I wanted to wait until we had a house and had been married for at least a year."

"Some things don't go according to plan, Ali," I said. "Case in point..." I wriggled my left hand, which earned me a giggle and a hug. I led her out of the hotel room and back down to the lobby of the Trump Tower where we were having a bridesmaid and bride photo shoot prior to the church ceremony at Holy Name Cathedral. Back in the lobby, Riley was snapping photos of Jessie, Jasper's normal sister, Layla, and Angela. When he saw us return, he smiled and directed us to stand in front of the massive Christmas tree in the lobby. While Riley was taking pictures of Alice with the other bridesmaids, I slipped out my cell phone and texted my husband.