The Vibration of Love - Chapter 21 The Epilogue
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Robert and Bella Pattinson announce the birth of their children.
David Edward Pattinson and Stephenie Rose Pattinson were born yesterday morning at 5:56 a.m., PST and 6:10 a.m., PST, respectively. Baby David weighed five pounds, six ounces and his sister, Stephenie weighed five pounds, two ounces. Both children and their mother are healthy and are expected to leave the hospital within a few days.
Rob and I were listening to Alex read the press release draft via my cell phone’s speaker. When she finished, I told her it was fine. We said our good-byes, and I ended the call.
I looked at Rob, who was sitting in the chair beside my bed rocking a tiny blue bundle.
“I’m sure the bloggers will burn up the internet discussing our twins’ middle names,” I said.
“It won’t be a problem,” he replied. “When interviewers ask me if they were named in honor of the Cullens, I will simply respond, “Of course! They are the reason we met.”
“Honestly, how can anyone take exception to the utterly normal names we’ve given our children?” I asked him.
“I know, we should have been original and come up with something more Hollywood like ‘Czarina Snowshine’ and ‘Andromeda Constellation,’” he smiled.
“Yes, it really was tough choosing between ‘Czarina,’ and ‘Stephenie,’” I said as I looked into the eyes of my little girl. “She is so perfect! Have you noticed how alert she is already? She stares at me as if she understands everything I’m saying.”
“David is doing the same thing,” he said. “I like having two babies. I’ve always felt like a ‘second class’ parent since physically you had to do all the work to create them, deliver them and feed them for the first several months. But now you will be forced to let me spoil them.”
“I’m glad you’re not working for awhile. If you weren’t around, I’d have to hire nannies, and I really don’t want to do that. My parents could have turned Jack and me over to a fleet of nannies, but we never had one. We were so lucky that my grandparents lived close by, so I don’t even recall having a baby sitter.”
Rob’s phone vibrated. “Have you landed?” He asked as a way of greeting.
We had sent Air Jordan to pick up his parents and sister.
When he hung up, he looked at David, “Your other grandparents and your Aunt Sharon are almost here. They can’t wait to meet you.”
There was a knock, and Ben opened the door to allow a nurse to enter. He followed her while Fridge waited in the hall. After I found the video camera in the limo, Ben made it his mission to ensure our privacy. He hired a team of private nurses so he could personally perform the background checks, and unless he knew our visitors by site, they did not get by him.
As I watched Ben hover over the nurse as she took the babies’ vital signs, I thought back to the day I found the camera in the limo.
I stepped into the limo after my appointment with Margaret.
Rob slid in next to me. I smiled, looked up at the overhead light, unscrewed the fixture and pulled it out of the ceiling. Embedded in the wiring was a tiny camera. I pulled it out as Rob stared at me.
“How did you know that was there?”
I smiled. It’s a long story.
“I’d really like to hear it,” he said.
“I’ll tell you everything, but he can’t be trusted,” I said pointing at the divider between Paul and us. “I would feel better if we called Ben and Fridge and asked them to pick us up and take Paul back to the resort for questioning.”
“Come on,” he said. He opened the door and held out his hand as I stepped out.
Paul lowered the window and asked where we were going.
“Bella is hungry. We’re going into this café. Just wait here, please,” Rob told him.
“Wow, when you mentioned being hungry, I realized I was starving,” I said. “Oh good, this is one of those places that serves breakfast all day.”
Rob called Ben while I studied the menu.
The waitress arrived, and when I saw her ogling my husband, I cleared my throat.
“Excuse me, but may I give you my order now?”
She reluctantly turned her attention away from Rob.
“I’ll have the three-egg omelet with cheddar cheese, bacon, ham, and sausage with extra bacon on the side. Please add a side order of hash browns and biscuits. I’ll also take a large glass of milk and a cup of coffee.”
Her eyes popped as she kept writing. She looked at Rob.
He smiled and said, “Coffee.”
After the waitress walked away, Rob asked,
“Where exactly are you going to put all of that food?”
“I have no idea, but right now, I feel like what I just ordered was only an appetizer,” I replied.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said, smiling.
“I am so much better! You can’t even begin to imagine!” I took his hands and said softly, “The babies are both human.”
“Yes, I’m sure they are,” he said squeezing my hands.
“No, I know for sure that they are.” I began to explain about what happened during my last shift into the Cullen’s reality. However, I didn’t get very far before some of Rob’s fans figured out we were there. Even though we both had on our sunglasses and sat in the back of the café, there was a steady stream of interruptions.
“I wish I could wear a sign on my back that reads, “Do Not Disturb,” he said.
“Yes, or some digital shirt that makes you invisible at the press of a button,” I said.
“Now that is a brilliant idea!” He laughed.
I glanced out the window and saw two ‘vampire-proof’ SUVs pull up next to the limo.
Ben and Fridge walked over to the driver’s side door and practically ripped it off the hinges when they opened it. I saw Fridge lift Paul out of the car and slam his back into it. They both looked so angry that I was concerned they would do something that would result in a jail sentence. Rob’s back was to the window, so he hadn’t witnessed this latest drama.
“Honey, you had better run out and calm down Ben and Fridge. I know we want to kill Paul, but they look like they are really going to do it.”
Rob looked over his shoulder at the scene outside and bolted for the door.
By the time I paid the check and walked outside, Paul was handcuffed and in the back of one of the SUV’s with Fridge glaring at him.
Ben walked over to me.
“I’m sorry we made you think we were out of control, Bella. We were trying to scare him so he'd tell us why he did it. I’m sure someone was bribing him. I heard he started gambling and ran up some big debts. I want to find out who’s behind this.”
“Thanks, Ben. I figured it was something like that. He’s worked for us for too long to suddenly wake up one day and say, “I think I’ll extort my employers today.”
A few days later, Ben stopped by my parent’s house while we were having dinner with them. Ben told us that he and Fridge eventually “persuaded” Paul to tell them that Rodney Blake, the owner of Blake Publishing, was behind the bribe. His company owned Gossip Magazine, and he wanted revenge for the millions of dollars he’d been forced to pay us in lost libel suits over the years.
After Ben left, I saw my mother and father exchange a meaningful glance.
“This ends now,” Dad growled. He jumped up and stormed into his office.
“Mom, what was that about?” I asked her.
She sighed and said, “This is my fault.”
“Mom, how can this possibly be your fault?”
“Before I met your father, I was engaged to Rodney Blake.”
“What?” I gasped.
“He was charming and rich, and I thought he was what I wanted. But then I met your father, and knew he was my soul mate. When I told Rodney that I was breaking our engagement, he was eerily calm.” She looked off into the distance. “I handed him my ring and told him how sorry I was.
He looked at it and said, ‘I am a very patient man, Kelly. You will have forgotten all about me by the time I get my revenge. But just so you never quite relax in his arms at night, know that I will get revenge on the children you have with him.’
I just thought he was making idle threats because he was angry I broke our engagement. But now he seems to have let this fester so long that even though he was defeated in court with million dollar losses, he won’t stop trying to hurt you.”
Tears were streaming down her face as I threw my arms around her.
“Mom, this isn’t your fault. He’s insane.”
Dad walked back in. He came over, and I stepped back so he could wrap his arms around Mom.
“You told them?” He asked her.
“I called Richard,” Dad said.
Mom nodded again.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
“I phoned Richard, and he’s calling in several favors to help me stop Blake.”
Richard Branson, the billionaire, was Dad’s best friend. They met while Dad was still a struggling musician. Richard had just started his recording business, which later became the foundation for Virgin Records and the rest of the Virgin Empire. Dad rented time at Richard’s studio, and over thirty years later, they were still best friends. I grew up calling him ‘Uncle Richard.’
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Take over his company,” he replied.
Another knock on the hospital room door brought me back to the present moment. Dad and ‘Uncle Richard,’ walked in.
Dad walked over and took David from Rob as Richard bent down to kiss my cheek and admired Stephenie.
“I don’t know how it’s possible, but the Jordan women continue to get more beautiful with each generation,” Richard said, smiling as he looked at Stephenie. “There’s certainly no doubt who her Daddy is. She looks just like you, mate!” He said to Rob. “Let me see who you’ve got there,” he said as he walked over to my Dad. “Well this little guy is the spitting image of you, Grandpa!” He laughed.
Richard was holding a large envelope, which he dropped on my bed. “Let me take this little beauty off of your hands so you can open my baby present.”
I handed Stephenie to him.
“Open the envelope,” he said with a huge grin.
I unclasped the end and pulled out several thick sheets of paper. I read the top page and gasped.
“Did you get control?” I asked.
“We sure did,” replied Richard. “You are holding fifty-three percent of Blake Publishing’s stock. We got control yesterday, and at nine o’clock this morning, Rodney Blake became unemployed.”
“Yes!” Rob and I both said.
“I would jump up and hug you, but I’m too sore, so come here!” I told Richard.
Richard bent over, and I kissed his cheek.
“Thank you so much! You couldn’t possibly have given us a better present!”
Six Months Later
The twin’s arrival prompted Rob’s parents and his sister, Sharon, to move to L.A. We had a house built on the resort’s property for his parents and renovated two side-by-side villas for his sister’s use. All of this nearby help meant I actually got to leave the property once in awhile.
Today, I was attending a charity fashion show. This wasn’t how I would choose to spend my rare free days, but Mom was the event’s director, so my appearance was mandatory. The show had finished, and I was mingling with the attendees when Ashley, the actress who played Alice, bounded over and gave me a hug.
“Ash, I haven’t seen you in forever! How are you?”
“I’m not Ashley,” she whispered in my ear.
I looked at her puzzled. “Are you rehearsing a part and staying in character?” I asked.
She smiled. “I promise not to eat you for breakfast,” she whispered and immediately put her hand over my mouth as I screamed,
“I knew you were going to do that,” she laughed.
“How did you get here?” I asked, still shocked that it was her.
She pulled me over to an out-of-the-way table and sat down next to me.
“Stephen continued his research. He was obsessed with understanding the science behind shifting realities.
A few months ago, I had a vision that I was going to come here and use Ashley’s body. I told Stephen, and he found a combination of crystals that enhanced my energy field.”
She held up her arm and showed me a bracelet made of several dime-sized crystals of varying colors.
“I made one for Ashley too. I found that I could see Ashley even though she was in this reality. She just fell in love…”
I interrupted her. “She did? With who?”
“Some guy named Chase.”
“Chase Crawford?” I asked, incredulously.
“Yes, that’s it. Anyway, I watched for when she was going into ‘lovey dovey’ mode and then all I had to do was think about Jazz, and poof, I was in this reality.”
“What happened to Ashley?”
“We switched! She was freaked, of course, just as you were. But Stephen and the rest of the family explained everything to her. After a few more visits, she realized what was happening was real, and that she wasn’t having a nervous breakdown. She’s happy to switch places because she’s doing research for her new movie.”
“How is she doing research in your reality?” I asked.
“Well, one of the reasons I wanted to come to this reality was to talk to the author you told us about. Since she did a series of books about Edward and Bella, its only fair that she write a series about Jazz and me, so I’m giving her some ideas.”
My mouth fell open. “You’re kidding me.”
“No she’s not,” Stephenie said, sitting down on the other side of Alice.
Six Months After The Fashion Show
We were hosting the launch party for Stephenie and Alice’s new book, Midnight and Jazz. The cover read, “By Stephenie Meyer and Alice Cullen.” Alice was even included on the back jacket in the “About the Authors” section.
Everyone assumed this was a creative marketing ploy on Stephanie’s part. But in reality, well, in this reality anyway, Alice had insisted on being credited as an author.
Rob approached me looking very agitated. “What’s wrong, honey?” I asked.
“Kellan is what’s wrong,” he said as he grabbed a beer from a passing waiter and took a long sip.
“Are you going to explain why you are upset with Kellan, or are you going to drown your sorrows?” I asked.
“What do I have to explain? Just look at him!”
Based on the tone in his voice, I expected to look over my shoulder and see Kellan streaking through the middle of the party. When I followed Rob’s eyes, I saw him leaning against the bar talking and laughing with Rob’s sister, Sharon.
“OK, what did I miss? Why are you upset?”
“Look at him!”
“Rob, I’m looking right at him. He seems sober to me. I can tell from one hundred yards away if someone is stoned, and he’s not. He’s fully clothed and apparently having a polite conversation with your sister. What is the problem?”
“The ‘with my sister’ part is the problem.”
“I still don’t get it.” I had never seen him act this way, and I truly had no idea what was causing him to be so upset.
He set down his beer, took my hand and guided me onto the dance floor; a slow song had begun. He put his arms around my waist and leaned so his lips brushed my ear.
“Kellan is not right for her,” he whispered.
I leaned away and looked at him quizzically. “What are you talking about? You are making absolutely no sense. How much have you had to drink?”
“I’ve barely had anything to drink. I can see I’ll have to be blunt. Kellan sleeps with a different woman at least four out of seven nights a week. And he rarely sleeps with the same woman twice. It is making me utterly insane to watch him hit on my sister knowing that he’ll just fuck her and break her heart.”
“Wow,” I said, smiling. “This is an entirely new side of you I haven’t seen before. Your family has always lived so far away, I haven’t seen the protective big brother rear his ugly head until now.”
“What do you mean by that?” He asked, obviously not amused.
“Rob, you’ve got to get a grip before you say or do something you’ll regret. Your sister is a consenting adult. She wasn’t born yesterday. She knows Kellan’s reputation. And from the first hand accounts I’ve heard, all that experience has served Kellan quite well. I’ve never heard anyone complain about spending a night with him,” I smiled.
He glanced at the bar, and I followed his eyes again. I saw Kellan brush a wisp of hair from Sharon’s face.
“That’s it,” he said. “I have to put a stop to this.” He moved as if he were heading toward the bar.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and said, “Oh no, you don’t. I’m not going to let you ruin a friendship and embarrass your sister. You need a distraction,” I said in a tone that left no doubt as to how I planned to distract him.
I saw the expression on his face change to a smile, and knew I could count on his one-track mind to make him forget about Kellan and Sharon.
I took his hand and led him to the pool house. We slipped inside, and I locked the door behind me. “Sit down,” I said as I pushed him onto the sofa. I knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. I took him into my mouth and worked his shaft fast and hard. When I knew he was close, I stopped and stood up.
He gasped in frustration.
I pushed my panties to the floor and straddled his hips as I guided him inside of me.
I ran my tongue up his neck and whispered into his ear,
“I’ve heard Kellan is second only to you when it comes to vampire sex.”
“Oh really?” He said.
“Mmhmm, and you don’t really expect your sister to remain celibate while she’s in L.A. surrounded by all of your gorgeous actor friends, do you?”
“I guess not,” he replied.
“So if she’s going to get laid, she might as well get laid by the best, right?”
He laughed. “Somehow you have managed to completely change my thinking on this.”
“Good, now shut up and fuck my brains out,” I said as I wrapped my tongue around his.
The following morning, I was in the kitchen with Jordan and Kate. Jordan was in his highchair happily munching on Cheerios while Kate sat in her ‘big girl’ chair eating oatmeal. There was a knock and the door opened as Sharon let herself in. Jordan squealed and waved, and Kate ran over to give her a hug.
I am so happy she lives here now, I thought. The kids adore her, and she adores them.
Sharon poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with Kate.
“Did you have a good time last night,” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said rather unenthusiastically.
I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. “That good, huh?”
She laughed. “The party was great. It’s just that I thought Kellan and I were hitting it off, and all of a sudden, he said he had an early call, and just took off. It was strange.”
“Well, it was probably true. I know he is shooting right now, and sometimes they have to be on location before the sun comes up.”
“Yeah, I guess,” she said wistfully.
My phone buzzed. I saw Kellan’s name on the caller ID.
“Hey man, did you have a good time last night?”
“Yeah, thanks for inviting me. The party was great. Ahh, I’ve got something to ask you,” he stammered.
“OK, shoot, what is it?”
“Ahh, is your sister seeing anyone right now?”
“Not that I know of,” I said, smiling.
“So, ahh, would you mind if I asked her out?”
“You’re asking my permission to ask my sister out on a date?”
“Ahh, yeah? I guess I am. I know how protective you are of her, and, well, I really like her and didn’t want you to think…uh! This is awkward. Put me out of my misery.”
“Kel, you have my blessing,” I laughed. “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to rip you apart and burn the pieces.”
He laughed, “I’ll do my best to keep her heart in tact. Thanks, man.”
My phone buzzed. I saw Ashley’s name on the caller ID.
“Hello?” I said, not knowing if Ashley or Alice would be on the other end.
“It’s Alice! I wanted to thank you for the fabulous party. I couldn’t have done a better job myself.”
“Well, that is quite a compliment,” I said. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
“I’m thrilled that I finally met your mother. Do you remember that day when I made you coffee and you told me you wished I could meet her?”
“How could I forget?” I replied, recalling the morning I found out Edward had almost killed me the night before.
“I had a vision that morning that I would meet your mother. I didn’t see how it would happen, but I knew that it would.”
“My Mom adores you too,” I told her.
“I’m going to help your Mom design the wedding dress,” she said.
“What wedding dress?” I asked.
“Oh! Ashley is ready to shift. I have to go. Bye!”
The call was disconnected.
Six Months After The Book Launch Party
Rob and I were dancing at the wedding reception we were hosting for Kellan and Sharon.
Sharon’s wedding gown was the first of my mother’s new designs she was marketing as, ‘The Alice Collection.’ In addition to co-authoring books with Stephenie, Alice was now designing with my mother. The rest of the world thought that the “Alice Cullen” brand was a creation of my mother’s and Stephenie’s creative genius. No one suspected that the true genius behind the brand was actually a vampire from another reality!
“Another Twilight wedding,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around Rob’s waist.
“We’ve run out of siblings to marry off to cast members. What do we do next?” He asked.
“I guess it’s up to the rest of the unmarried cast members to write their own happy ending.”
He stopped a passing waiter, grabbed a glass of champagne, and handed a glass of sparkling water to me.
“Here’s to happy endings, he said, as he clinked my glass.”
THANK YOU to all of you for reading and a huge thank you to those of you who have so faithfully followed all three Bella and Rob stories, and especially those who have reviewed almost every chapter. You are “the bomb,” as Charlie would say [smile!]
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