EPOV

I finally found the courage to push the door open and took a tentative step inside. Dad had told me that she was tired and fallen asleep so I looked straight to the bed to locate her. And there she was…there she was. She was curved up into a ball on her side with her hands tucked under her chin. I was frozen at the spot. My feet were like lead, my hands wouldn't move. She was here, it really was her. I didn't really believe it until this moment, until I saw her with my own eyes. As the realization hit me my knees gave away and I collapsed to the floor. I tucked my knees under my chin and watched her. I watched how she breathed in and out. I watched how my life breathed in and out. In my house. In her house. In this room, this bed…that wasn't hers.

I immediately got up and shot to her side. I wiggled one arm under her neck and pulled her in a half-sitting position. She barely opened her eyes and looked at me, confused, like I was a dream.

'What are you doing?' she seemed disoriented, not fully awake.

'This isn't your bed' , I was surprised by the fierceness in my voice and the irritation I felt at the fact that she had been lying here.

I slid my other arm under her knees and scooped her up off the offending bed that all of a sudden annoyed me to the world's end. I couldn't get her away from it fast enough. She decided to give up the fight against disorientment and sighed, resting her head against my shoulder and drifting off. I strode out of the room and down the hall. When I came to the end of it, I kicked the door open to the room and walked straight to the stairs leading up to the platform and put here down as gently as I could manage on the bed. Ours, mine, hers. She rolled slowly over to the other side and I put the comforter on her. Her comforter, lying on her pillow, on her bed. I looked at the bed and the room around me and felt sorry for all of it…all that time that this room and the things in it had spent being ignorant of belonging so completely to her, deprived of her healing presence. Poor things.

BPOV

I shot open my eyes as soon as I was awake. I half-sat and searched frantically and there he was, sitting on the armchair in the corner, with the white drapes flowing slightly beside him. He eyes were fixed on me with an expression I couldn't read. I didn't need to ask to know that he hadn't slept a wink. Neither did I need to be told that he had been sitting on that chair ever since…

'…you carried me here', I started looking around to see where he had brought me. I was aware of being moved last night but I was too relaxed and relieved to be in his arms to care about the surroundings and had dozed off again before reaching the destination.

His face remained unchanged as he watched me take in my surroundings and get back my bearings.

'This is your room?' I asked while looking around me, seeing bits and pieces of him everywhere. The question was redundant, definitely his room.

'Your room', my head snapped in his direction as I heard his voice addressing me for the first time in months. There was fierceness in his tone that made something inside my chest twist and I felt it in the tips of my fingers. His room is my room?

'Why do I have a room in your house?' I whispered.

'You know the answer to that question.' He challenged me.

I kept looking at him. I knew what his clenched fists, his tightened jaw and his fixed eyes were saying. 'You are here in my house. I begged you to love me. You asked me to stay away and it killed me. But I did as you asked. And now you are in my house. Don't even try to challenge my love after this .'

And I understood all that perfectly. However, yesterday, I had given up everything in a matter of seconds and flown halfway across the world to find him. And I was terrified that these past few months I had hurt him too much by keeping him away from me. Maybe he didn't want this anymore. Maybe he didn't want me to throw my life into his hands anymore. Maybe the very reason I was scared to let this happen a few months ago had come true after all. I needed him to confirm or deny that.

I took a deep breath and removed the comforter to step out of bed. I walked over to him and kneeled on the floor in front of him, putting my hands on top of his clenched ones, unconsciously emulating his exact stance from a few months ago.

'Why do I have a room in your house, Edward?' My voice sounded small, barely above a whisper.

He grimaced, his fists still clenched, his eyes teared up with ancient grief and he looked defeated.

'Because it's yours. The house, the room, everything above and beyond. Because I am yours, and you own all of it because you own all of me. When will you ever realize that and put me out of my misery?' his voice was choked as he tried to contain his sobs, but his tears fell regardless.

'Oh, my love' I reached up to him and pulled his face down to me and pressed my lips to his. I was frantic with the need to comfort him. He whimpered at the contact as our lips touched for the first time. We both took deep breaths with our noses, taking air from each other, and remained still, with only our lips pressed together as we tried to pour all the tension and grief out of us. After a while I pulled away, our noses still touching and I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were still closed and I took his face more firmly in my hands and kissed the tip of his nose. Then his right eye, then his left. His left cheek. I ran my fingers over his right cheek bone and kissed his chin and paused to look at his eyes again, which were still closed. Then I kissed his forehead and didn't move my lips from there. Finally, he let out a breath he had been holding for a long time and reached out his hands and pulled me up by my arms. I got up and sat sideways on his left thigh, with my legs dangling between his . He tightened his arms around me so that they formed a circle and pulled me close to him. I lay with my head resting on the base of his neck.

'I am a know-it-all-idiot. And chicken shit. It's a dangerous combination.' I sighed as I revealed my great epiphany to him. My whole world, the stars, the sun and the moon, all aligned in their right places when I heard and felt a throaty and amused laughter coming from the centre of my universe and I finally felt him relax under me