Stephenie Meyer owns all recognizable characters. I just want to take them on a new ride.

Miracles do happen.

If there is one thing my medical training has taught me, it is this simple fact. I have stood before distraught parents and told them as gently as possible that their child is going to die slowly and painfully only to see that child go into remission and never have a relapse. I have witnessed firsthand the silent strength of terminally ill children. I know all the signs of their courage as intimately as the signs of the diseases they suffer.

This knowledge simultaneously empowers and paralyzes me as I watch my first and greatest miracle sleep. He was one of two warriors against childhood cancer who made me who I am today, although I have yet to tell him that. I should do that. Soon. My medical specialty drove me back to religion and when I found it again, I had prayed that my best childhood friend—though we knew each other only for a summer—had survived what had likely been a losing battle. On days when that prayer was too much to offer, I amended my request to an easy, peaceful death. The green-eyed boy with the crooked smile deserved at least that much.

That green-eyed boy had grown into the devastatingly beautiful man in my bed. If I didn't believe in God or miracles before, I do now. Though bald when I knew him that summer, his head now sports a stunningly silky bronze mop that never stays in place. I can't resist brushing a few hairs off of his forehead, relishing in the smoothness of his skin. Looking at him now, you'd never know he had been excruciatingly ill. Twice.

My cell phone beeps and I pull my hand away.

"Mmm. Bella. Don't stop."

"Edward...." He grunts at my protest and, with his eyes still closed, reaches out, grabs my hand, and shoves it back into his thick hair.

I have to smile as he smiles lazily, contentedly, while I brush my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

"I love you." I whisper, knowing he will hear me.

His eyes open and immediately focus on me. The left corner of his mouth slides into my favorite crooked grin. He reaches out and tangles his hand into my hair to pull me closer. I take a deep breath as his lips meet mine. I sink into the kiss and his embrace as he impatiently pulls the blankets away from him and settles me on top of him instead. He cradles my face as if it is the most precious thing in the world while his tongue gently sweeps across my lips, seeking entrance. I shove away the thoughts of morning breath and open to him. He rolls gently and braces himself on his elbows so as not to crush me into the bed. Now is the time for sweet and gentle, not frenzied and rough, though both are pleasant.

Just as I am running out of air, Edward gently disengages from my lips and trails kisses down my jaw to the hollow beneath my ear.

"I love you, too, my Bella." He kisses my earlobe, then pulls back to look at me. He smirks as I try to regain my composure and fail.

"That's not fair," I murmur.

"Sorry, love." His voice is repentant and I can't stop my smile. "You're just too irresistible. Especially at...," he glances at the clock, "seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday?" His teasing smile fades and his green eyes spark with concern. "What's wrong, Bella?"

"A woman can't wake up her beautiful husband just for fun?"

"You can wake me up for fun anytime you want," Edward replies with a smirk that doesn't meet his eyes. "This is something else. I can tell."

I nod and pull him down into my arms. He comes willingly and readjusts our position so that I am tucked into his side, his chin on my head.

"My doctor called. My blood tests are back." Please don't ask me how long I've been waiting to talk to you.

His arms tighten reflexively. If there is anything that Edward fears, it is my pain.

"What did she say?"

I take a few deep breaths. I know what I believe. I don't know what he believes.

"Edward. Do you believe in miracles?"

A/N: I'm back, in case you missed me. I don't have a regular posting schedule but I will try to come up with one. This one will take a while to develop, but I wanted to get something out there. Though not necessary, reviews are lovely and very much appreciated. I'd like to know if I should continue this storyline or end it as a really short one-shot. I'm fine either way. Thanks for reading. --ocfm