I woke in a cold sweat. The feeling of nausea was over whelming. Ripping my faded quilt off of myself I ran down the hall to the bathroom. The linoleum floor was comforting against my hot face. I lay on the floor as the waves of nausea came crashing down upon me.

Grabbing the toilet bowl for support I pulled myself to the sitting position. Blindly reaching up onto the sink counter, I found my hair tie and pulled my hair into a sloppy bun.

It was about 6:00 in the morning, and I spent the next 30 minuets retching in the toilet. 'Good thing Edward isn't here' I thought as I wiped the bile from my mouth. He would be having a fit. It was Sunday and the Cullen's had gone "camping" for the weekend out near Kent.

On shaky knees, I slowly made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to find Charlie sitting in his usual chair eating some eggs. He was going to go fishing with Billie and Jacob this morning and was waiting for them.

"Good morning Bells," he said taking a sip of coffee.

"Humph." I stated simply.

Charlie took a second to glance up at Bella and saw that she was paler than usual, she looked clammy.

"Are you ok Bella?" he said, concerned.

Oh great. He was goanna go parental on me. "I'm fine. It's just the stomach flu."

"I can cancel my trip today if you need me."

Charlie had grown more and more protective since my "fall down the stairs".

It was flattering that he was trying to be the parent, but lately he was on the verge of being annoying.

"No Dad. I'm fine really. I wouldn't want you to cancel your fun. It's not fair. You go, I'll be fine. I'm going to take it easy." Lying had become so easy in the past few months. To easy.

Gravel crunched in the driveway, there was a honk of a horn, and I could hear Jacob yelling for Charlie. Dad kissed my forehead and walked out the door with a good bye and a worried look in his eyes.

I made myself two eggs and some toast, setting it on the table I never touched it again. Still tasting the bitter bile I ran up the stairs to brush my teeth. I tripped twice on the thirteen step stairway. 'Slow down' I thought. I had just got my cast off two weeks ago, and I definitely wasn't in the market for another one. It seemed like my joints weren't working anymore, they were very sore.

After brushing my teeth I made my way down stairs, found a blanket and curled up on the couch. It was midsummer, yet I was freezing. Some days I wondered if I would ever adjust to the weather here in Forks.

I watched a Spanish soap opera for a few minutes, but I turned it off. It reminded me of my Mom. She used to sit and watch the soaps and make up what the people were saying. It wasn't as fun without her. My Mom still didn't like the idea of me returning to Forks. She visited for a few days and brought the rest of my things.

Edward and I were closer than ever. The tragedy of the attack turned out to be for the better. Though we were closer, it broke my heart to see him in pain. He blamed himself for what happened to me. I tried to reason with him, saying that it was my choice to enter the mirror room. For a while I couldn't even look into his eyes, those topaz eyes, filled with such pain. It was hard for me to bare. It was those moments when I was glad he couldn't hear my thoughts.

The digital clock on the table next to Charlie's chair read 7:00. Edward and his family would be driving back by now. Maybe, with the way Edward drove, they would be back in Forks by 10:00 or 10:30.

I decided that I should get ready for Edwards arrival. I was willing to bet good money that he wouldn't even stop home. He was like that, putting me first. After all, being immortal, he didn't have anything living that he felt he needed to take care of.

Getting up from the couch, I stopped short, my world spun around before my eyes. I put my hands to my head until everything stood still. I steadied myself and continued up the stairs to take a shower. My head was pounding, so I made a mental note to take some IB proven.

I was blow drying my hair in my pajamas, white "Fat Berger" t-shirt and my black spandex leggings, when I heard the door down stairs close. I turned off the blow dryer, could Charlie be home already? It was only 9:45.

My heart skipped a beat as the bathroom door opened to reveal… Edward. He was to perfect. Wearing a blue and white form fitting sweater showing a white collar. His muscular build was sleek, yet strong. He looked at me, pajamas and all, and sighed.

I blushed because I wasn't ready and I must have looked horrible.

"You look beautiful." He gave me that crooked smile I loved so much, showing his perfect white teeth.

Next thing I new I was in his cold loving embrace, his soft icy lips pressed to mine.