Well, here is the sequel. I was going to post it tomorrow but, i was way to excited. I hope you love it! If you are confused by anything PM me and i will be hapy to explain.

I would recommend reading the first one before this one. The title is scars only the other can mend. If you don't want to that is your choice.

This takes place about a year and a half after they leave. They are heading back and in the next chapter the family will be back together.

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Disclaimer for whole story because i forget: Don't own Twilight. Who did you think I was? Stephenie Meyer? If i was here twilight would have a shitload of sex and Kristen would not be playing Bella. In fact Bella would probably be a totally different person.

One and a Half Years Later

I was in terminal one at Chicago O'Hare International Airport waiting for my flight to board. We were finally going home. Alice and I had planned this perfectly. The last year and half had been full of amazing up's and horrible downs but, now I was heading home to my family. We were heading home to our family. We had a surprise for them; only Alice knew. Alice had even told me that Esme was happy again. Apparently she had met somebody and were perfect for each other. Good, because Carlisle and I are the happiest we have been in a very long time; except maybe, well, a couple nights here and there.

I couldn't believe that we had done so much in only about a year of happiness here in Northern Illinois. I let my mind wander to some of the times we had spent together here.

He drove the Mercedes from Forks across the country to a town called DeKalb, Illinois. He told me it was a place that would be good for us. If we lived in the country, there were plenty of deer to hunt. There was also a decent hospital there that had an opening. He was going to go in and see about a job opening. He also mentioned that there was a hospital about forty minutes from there that had an award winning cardiac department.

It took us two days to reach the new city. It was smack dab in the middle of farm country. There were corn fields everywhere. Overnight we had stopped at a hotel and Carlisle had used the wifi to look at houses. He said he had found the perfect one and he had called the realtor while I had run for a quick meal. He had set up all of the details and we would have the house in a couple of days. He was truly a miracle worker. I didn't want to spend more time in a hotel than I had to. I kind of wanted to be alone.

We moved into the house just four days after we arrived. We bought some furniture and it was to be delivered in a week and a half. We had gotten a couple of beds, a full dinning set, a wrap-around couch, a table to go with that, and a couple other items. We dropped a lot of money on it but, Carlisle said that we were going to be keeping this house after we moved back home. A nice little get away is what Alice told me. I liked it.

We were sitting in the kitchen on some stools that we picked up at Wal Mart when I spoke up. "Umm, Carlisle is it okay if we maybe go out and do something? I would love to get to see this part of the country," I suggested meekly.

He turned to me and a smile lit up his face. "Of course, Bells. We can go out and see a movie if you would like," he led. A movie sounded perfect.

Everything was really tense between us up to that point. We had talked very little and I usually stayed in a different room than him.

We went to a comedy and we laughed through the entire thing. It was nice to be so carefree with him.

* * *

It still hurt to remember that first couple of days. We had hurt so many people with our affair. There was another day that really sticks out to me.

I came home from a solo hunting trip to find a pair of my favorite jeans and a fitted soft pink t-shirt on the bed in our room. I looked at the shirt closer and saw that it had the number #99 on it along with a name, Carl Edwards. Who is that? There was also a note next to the shirt.

Please put these on. I have a surprise for you.

Do NOT Google the name on the shirt.

Love You, Carlisle

I did as the note said and put on the jeans and shirt. I noticed he hadn't laid out any shoes so I went into our closet and chose a cute pair of Puma sneakers. I threw my hair back into a ponytail and just put a little bit of mascara on. I looked in the mirror once and then ran downstairs to find out what Carlisle had planned.

I was greeted by my own personal Greek God sitting at the table when I got to the kitchen. He was reading the paper; His daily ritual. I walked up behind him and put my hands over his eyes. "So what are we doing today?" I asked.

He chuckled and whipped out of the chair so he could face me. "You will find out soon enough," he responded and took my hand. He led me out the door and into the garage and over to his Mercedes.

"Please, where are we going?" I begged as I got into the car with him. I also noticed that he had a jacket over his shirt. I couldn't tell what he was wearing. It was early July in the Midwest; we didn't need to wear jackets.

"You will find out when we get there. It's about an hour and a half ride. I talked to Alice and she promised clouds all day. This is something I've always wanted to do," he finished. I moaned and slumped back into my seat; preparing myself for the unknown to come.

Almost two hours later, with traffic, we pulled into the grass field parking lot of a race track. He turned off the engine and turned in his seat to face me. He had a big grin on his face and looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "You know our family's passion for cars. I have wanted to go to a race for a long time. Alice called and told me that it would be cloudy today and I couldn't pass it up. We have some of the best seats here and it's a night race. Nothing like it," he said practically giddy.

"I definitely know about the love of cars but, I didn't know you loved racing. So is that who this is?" I asked gesturing towards my shirt. He nodded his head. I should have known. There is nothing that gets men more excited than sports. I mean nothing.

"Okay," I said giggling and we both stepped out of the car. He took my hand and led me towards the crowd of people closer to the track.

"So this is Champions Park. It is a place to hang out with other fans, watch shows being recorded, and just enjoy yourself before the big race. Here you will love this show," he said as he pulled me over to a stage. It had the Home Depot Logo everywhere and it looked like it resembled a deck. I saw a couple signs that said Race Day. There were two women and a man trying to get the crowd going. "They are just about ready to come out so let's get loud," shouted the man. Everybody cheered and then a man who was acting like an ape came bounding out on stage. He jumped up on the table and started to dance. He was really funny.

The next man out was an overweight guy who looked kind of mean. He was smiling though. He joined in with the other man; minus the table dancing.

The last man out looked kind of bored with the other two's antics. He sat down and let the other two entertain the crowd.

After about ten minutes of the two, Kenny and Jimmy, the show was about ready to start it's broadcast. Kenny got off of the table and Jimmy sat in his chair. The other man, John Roberts 'JR', kicked off the show. It was hilarious to watch. They were informative without being too serious. I loved it.

When they were done with the show, Carlisle hustled me over to the drivers merchandise trailers. "I know you don't have a favorite driver yet but, maybe you could look around and see if anybody catches your eye," he whispered in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. I nodded my head and started to walk down the first row. I saw a red trailer with a photo on it of a cute guy. He seriously had the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. I looked for a name and found it; Kasey Kahne. I looked at the trailer next to his and was met by a picture of a guy who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He had nice eyes too. What is up with drivers having amazing eyes? I then noticed the name and number; Carl Edwards, #99. I looked down at my shirt then over to Carlisle. He had a smirk on his face.

"Is he good?" I asked. He was hot but, I didn't think that was the reason Carlisle would chose him.

"Yeah, he won 25% of the races last year. Oh and, he does a back flip off of his car when he wins," he says chuckling. I looked at him with wide eyes. That was so cool!

"Seriously?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm serious," he assured me. I smiled at him and got in line to purchase another shirt.

We walked away from the trailer with three new shirts between us, a hat each, a credential holder each, and I found a super cute stuffed animal duck. His sponsor is Aflac. Carlisle took my hand and led us to the gates. We presented our tickets and got our hands stamped. Our seats, he informed me, were in row 65 section 418, the top row on the tri-oval close to turn four. He told me he scoped it out a couple days ago and we would be able to see the whole track from where we were. I was surprisingly excited about tonight.

We climbed up to our seats and settled in for the race. The stage for prerace ceremonies and driver introductions was on track. People and drivers were already starting to file in around it. About twenty minutes after we took our seats the track president started prerace. It started with driver introductions; going from forty-third to the pole sitter. I noticed that there were a lot of boo's for a driver named Kyle Busch and a lot of cheers for some guy named Dale Earnhardt Jr. After the drivers had all gotten introduced there was a prayer. I noticed Carlisle bowed his head. After that Jessie James sang the National Anthem. She didn't do too badly. (A/N: This is who really sang it over the weekend at Chicagoland.) The command to start their engines came from an overly excited Jimmy Fallon. It was ridiculous.

Brian Vickers and Scott Speed, Red Bull Racing Teammates, were starting on the front row. Brian jumped out to a huge lead; over two seconds. Mark Martin charged through the field after a poor qualifying effort. He made it to the front in fewer than thirty laps. There was not a lot of racing for the lead but, throughout the field there was plenty of racing. Carlisle helped point out some of the different drivers and the different battles. I asked a couple times where Carl was and he kept pointing him out. I had noticed he was running a different paint scheme than the one on the different shirts we purchased. Tonight, he was running a paint scheme that had a silver body. His normal body color was black.

When the green flag came out I was able to experience forty-three race engines rumbling around a one and a half mile track. The vibrations coursed through my body. It was an energy I had never experienced before. I was so exhilarated. Carlisle held my hand through the race.

About half way through the race he turned to face me and asked me. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

I turned to him and grinned, "You wouldn't believe how much I am loving this. I think I finally understand everybody's love for fast cars. It's incredibly," I paused, "arousing."

I heard him exhale sharply and a small growl came out of his throat. "God Bella…," he moaned and leaned in for a kiss. I met him and our lips moved together. His tongue ran across my bottom lip; begging for entrance. I granted him it.

I knew if we kept this going for too long we would most likely get thrown out. I put my hands on his chest and pushed away softly, hoping he would get the idea. He did but, pulled away slowly. I really liked NASCAR racing after that point.

Towards the end there was a debris caution. After that caution more and more cautions occurred. It was amazing. It was really exciting.

Mark ended up winning the race while Carl finished a disappointing fourteenth. Bad pit strategy put him too far back and when the race resumed after a late caution he got shuffled back.

He took my hand and we walked back down and to the Mercedes. We joined a line and waited out turn to leave. While we were in line Carlisle turned and looked at me.

"So you enjoyed that?" he asked again.

"Yeah, that was actually a lot of fun. I never thought I would like something like that. Thank you for taking me," I said and kissed him one time.

"No problem Bella. I am so glad you enjoyed that. It was amazing race. I'm glad you got to see one of the legends of racing win one," he declared.

"How old is he?" I asked. He did look rather old; especially compared to the rookie Joey Logano.

"He is fifty," he informed me. My mouth fell open in shock. Fifty?!!!

"Wow," I exclaimed.

He chuckled and I didn't realize until then that we were finally out of line and on the interstate; on our way home from a night full of the most exciting sporting event I have ever witnessed.

Yeah, that day was so much fun. I am a huge NASCAR fan after that. I am a die-hard Carl Edward's fan and Carlisle even bought me a Ford Roush Racing Mustang Stage Three. It wasn't only just a plain stage three; it was a Blackjack. There were only one hundred of them made. I screamed when I saw it. Carl Edwards drives for Roush Fenway Racing. His racecar is a Ford.

* * *

I leaned back into the chair at O'Hare with my hand still interlaced with Carlisle's. The most special day in the world to the both of us ran through my mind.

Carlisle was working at Swedish American Hospital. It is the region's best hospital and they were thrilled to have somebody with Carlisle's skills. We had talked about him going to work and it was something he really wanted to do. He wanted to be in surgery still but, wanted to change things up. He said he had put a lot of thought into it and chose neurosurgery. His hands were steadier than any humans and he would never get tired. It seemed perfect and it was. He had been at the hospital's surgical department for over a year when he was invited to a colleagues wedding. Apparently he was a very good friend of Carlisle's. We both went.

The wedding itself was beautiful. There were a ton of white flowers and gossamer ribbon everywhere. It looked like a picture out of a wedding magazine. It was gorgeous. I don't think that was what I would want my wedding to be like but, it was beautiful none the less.

The reception was a night I would never forget. When we left the church and went to the new family's house the sun was setting. We would be able to be outside with no problems.

I was wearing a purple dress that came to mid-thigh. It was very tightly fit. It had think tank top sleeves and a little bit of a scoop-neck. I paired it with a pair of ball earrings that had diamonds on them, a necklace that had five diamonds that dropped down, and a black Chanel clutch. The shoes were black Jimmy Choo sandals with a three inch heel. They had straps that all met in the middle of my foot in a teardrop pattern. It looked like an outfit that Alice would have picked out. Without her around I was becoming a fashion guru. I dressed better than I ever had because I had to. Alice would be shocked that I could dress myself; none the less look like I stepped off a runway or a magazine cover.

Carlisle, of course, looked like a male model. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants with a black patent belt and matching black dress shoes. He had on a white button down shirt and I was proud to have him on my arm. His blonde hair was combed back like always.

We excused ourselves when it was time to eat claiming an important phone call from family. When we came back to the backyard we timed it perfectly so we could just join the dancing. The music was amazing and it differed perfectly. The balance of slow songs and fast songs was wonderful. I dragged him out onto the dance floor during a song that I had danced to the night that we got caught, Love Sex Magic by Ciara. He heard the lyrics and smirked at me. That song moved gracefully into Right Now by Akon. I turned around and started to grind into him. I heard him moan softly and I enjoyed teasing him. Lost in This Moment by Big and Rich came on next. We stayed out on the dance floor but, he spun me around and we enjoyed a slow dance.

When the song ended he let my hand go and I started to follow him but, he motioned for me to stay on the dance floor. I did. He went to the bride and groom and said something that I couldn't hear over the music and people talking. The groom nodded and clapped Carlisle on the back. I saw Carlisle slip his hands into his pockets and returned to my side. The groom grabbed a microphone and the DJ asked everybody to empty the floor. I turned to walk back to the table but, Carlisle grabbed my hand and kept me at his side. The groom handed the mic to Carlisle and I was hit with a huge case of nerves.

He stepped a couple feet away from me and spoke to me and the crowd. "Excuse the interruption but, I have been telling my friend Marcus here," he said motioning to the groom, "that I wanted a special way to do this and he told me I could do it here. I want to thank everybody, colleagues and friends, for witnessing what is about to happen." He turned to me after addressing the gathered friends and family of the bride and groom. "Isabella, about a year ago we realized our love for each other. The way we went about expressing it may not have been ideal but, I love you. I have for a long time. I want to be with you forever," he paused. I was practically shaking and I had no idea where this was going. He pulled a small blue box out of his pants pocket and knelt down. Oh My God!!!! I exhaled and inhaled sharply. My hands flew to cover my mouth in shock.

"Bella, I promise to love you forever. Will you marry me?" he proposed. I was shaking in shock. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. He was holding a light blue box. He was on one knee in front of me and a crowd. He was presenting me with a platinum ring with a diamond set in the center and ten smaller diamonds, five on each side. Was he really asking me to be his bride?

"Bella," he said when I didn't respond. That shook me out of my frozen state. I started to shake my head yes and mumbled 'yes' over and over again.

He jumped up and grabbed me around my waist. He lifted me up and kissed me. He put me down and then took the ring and slid it onto my finger. I looked at it and then glared at him. Marcus came and took the microphone away from Carlisle after I had accepted.

"Bella, please don't be mad that I spent money on you," he pleaded when he saw my glare. I couldn't keep the mad charade up and broke into a huge smile.

"I'm just not going to ask," I caved and pulled him into another kiss. The crowd erupted into a loud round of applause.

We pulled apart and he took my hand and led me off of the dance floor. We sat down out our table and continued to party with just a little more to celebrate.

That was the night he proposed. As I remembered that night I fingered my beautiful engagement ring. It was platinum and the diamonds were extremely clear. He must have dropped a lot of money on it.

The plane had pulled up fifteen minutes ago and the flight attendant was calling first and business class to board the plane. Carlisle stood and pulled me up. We boarded the plane. We were finally heading home.

Thank you for caring enough to even read the sequel. I love it that people like my story.

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