A/N:

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just having a little fun with her characters.

So here's Chapter 3...I hope you enjoy it. Please review! =]



EPOV

The following morning, I woke up to the sound of pots and pans banging around. What the fuck? I groaned and rolled over in the huge fluffy bed, not wanting to leave the warmth and safety of the down comforter. Even though this bed was unfamiliar, it smelled like me, and was equally as squishy as my old bed. I still couldn't remember a thing about my life, but I noticed that my body unconsciously knew everything. For example, last night when I came in here to go to put my pajamas on, I immediately went to the right drawer. I didn't even notice this until I was already in bed. None of it felt right in my mind, but my feet always knew where to walk.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by another crashing noise coming from the kitchen. Bella. She had insisted last night that I take the bed and she would sleep on the couch for a couple nights. I felt bad about it, but she refused to give in, so I slept in here, while I would assume she attempted to sleep in the living room. I rolled out of bed and walked into the hall. "Bella? Is everything alright in there?" I called, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Don't worry about it, I just tripped over myself as per usual," she grumbled, before adding, "you'll get used to that, trust me."

I chuckled, assuming she meant that she was clumsy. I padded into the kitchen, now smelling rosemary and apples. "What are you making?"

"I was up all night researching Amnesia, and read that certain fruits and spices can help stimulate memory. Here, drink this," she said, handing me a cup of rosemary tea. Now that I was looking at her face, I could tell that Bella was really tired. Her eyes were bloodshot with dark circles forming underneath them. I took a sip of the tea and looked at her again.

"You should get some sleep," I offered, thankful for the warm beverage seeping down my throat. "You don't need to go through this much trouble for me."

She looked up at me, with a hurt look in her eyes. "It's for me, too, Edward."

Fuck. Now I felt really bad. "I'm sorry, Bella. Thank you for the tea, by the way." I took another sip. "What are the apples for?" I asked, glancing down at the counter.

"The acid in apples will help your nerve cells. They should make you feel better. I also made you some waffles for breakfast." I had to hand it to her, this woman knew her stuff. Waffles had been my favorite breakfast since I was ten.

"Thanks," I said, realizing just how hungry I actually was. I sat down at the island in the kitchen to eat my apples and waffles. I noticed that Bella had her head down on the counter next to me. "For me, at least take a nap." I didn't want to be the cause of her insomnia.

She gave a wary smile and lifted a mug of coffee, tapping her finger to it. "This will do for now, but thanks. I just want to do whatever I can."

"I understand." I nodded, shoveling the delicious waffles into my mouth. "These are fantastic, by the way."

Bella smiled and stood up. "I'm going to go shower, let me know if you need anything."

"Bella." She turned around, waiting. "Thanks." I gave her a warm smile and she nodded, walking towards the bathroom.

BPOV

Edward was right, I did need some sleep. Looking at my face in the bathroom mirror, I could practically see myself getting wrinkles. My eyes were red and puffy, with dark circles underneath. I looked like a zombie. My skin was dull and paler than usual, which was saying a lot, and my hair looked like a haystack. I had only gotten about three hours of sleep in the past four nights combined, and was starting to see the results. But how could I possibly sleep with this dread hanging over me like a storm cloud? I didn't think things could get worse than this. Last night I had my eyes glued to my computer screen for eight hours, searching for any possible remedy I could make for Edward, or anything that I could do to make him remember. Unfortunately, since each case of amnesia was different, there was hardly anything I could do. I would have to just let things happen.

The problem is, I was never very good at just letting things happen. Even on a regular basis, when my life was going well, I could be slightly anal. I tried my hardest to just go with the flow, but ended up just over thinking things. I would try harder this time, though. I had to be 100% there for Edward. I always was, but this was different. He had no idea who I was when he woke up, and he still doesn't really. I had to do everything in my power to make him comfortable.

As I stepped into the shower, adjusting the temperature as hot as it would go, I tried to just will my thoughts away for a couple minutes. I tried to meditate, count to 500, anything, to get my mind away from the tearing hole in my chest. Nothing worked, so I washed myself off quickly and got out of the shower. Today I would try to teach Edward about his life. If he couldn't remember it, he could at least learn it.

***

I walked out of my room to find Edward sprawled out on the couch, flipping channels on the television. "Hey, do you wanna ask me more questions today? Maybe I could just teach you about your life, for now," I asked, hopeful as ever.

He sat up, turning the TV off. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

I sat down next to him and he took my hand. I really hoped it wasn't out of pity. "What do you want to know?"

"What did we do on our first date?" He asked.

"You took me to this gorgeous meadow in the woods by your house, and we had a picnic and talked. It was perfect," I sighed, reminiscing about our past.

"I remember that meadow. The one with all the wild flowers, right? It was always brighter than the rest of Forks, even on a rainy day." He said, clearly happy about recognizing something from his past.

"That had to be one of the top five days of my life," I whispered, not sure if I wanted him to ask what the others were.

"What were the others?" Damn. I blushed furiously, hopefully conveying the message. The best days of my life always involved Edward, and sex with Edward. "You don't have to answer that," he sighed, understanding my blush.

"No, it's okay. The best day of my life would definitely have to be when we went to Paris after you graduated from medical school. It was the last day of our week-long trip, and it was hands down the most romantic day of my life." I could feel tears starting to well up, so I stopped talking.

"Do you have any pictures from Paris?" Edward asked. That was a really good idea, actually. Maybe looking at his life would help him remember.

"Hold on, let me go find some photo albums." I walked out of the room and into the office, where I kept old things such as vacation photographs. I located the albums and brought them back to Edward. "These are albums of every picture we've ever taken together," I said, mentally crossing my fingers that this would hold the key to Edward's memory. I held my breath as he opened the first one, praying it would all come flooding back any minute.

That didn't happen, though.

The first album we looked at was from Paris. We looked utterly happy. There was no other word to describe it. Maybe love. When we got to a picture of the two of us kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower, I had to stop myself from crying again. I missed my Edward so much; I just wanted him to hold me and kiss me and tell me he loves me. But that wasn't going to happen for awhile. Edward looked at me and frowned, obviously detecting my depression caused by this picture.

"We look so...happy," he sighed, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I wished he would never stop, if it was the closest I could get to him.

"We were so happy," I agreed, turning the page to the next photo. It was a picture of Edward holding a baguette above his upper lip like a moustache. I giggled, remembering that day perfectly, and looked to see Edward laughing as well.

"I look ridiculous," he chuckled. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, the strain in his eyes as he tried to remember the past. "I want to know this so badly," he said, his voice more somber.

"I want you to, too." I turned to the next page, to see one of me in a deep blue silk dress, with my hair whipped wildy round my face from the wind, obviously laughing and holding my dress down in front of me.

"You look beautiful here," Edward said, running his hand down the page. I blushed, turning away so he couldn't see my face. Hearing him say things like that almost made the pain in my chest subside, but then I remembered that he still knew nothing.

"Thanks," I whispered, turning the page.

***

The next couple hours went by like that; we flipped through photo album after album, me telling him about all the places we had gone and seen. Then I played him the CD of the lullaby he composed for me, and I swear I could see a flicker of recognition in Edward's eyes. "Do you recognize it?" I asked.

"It does sound familiar, but I can't remember anything about it. What is it?"

I frowned. "It's you...it's the lullaby you wrote for me. You used to hum it to me every night before falling asleep."

"It does sound like you," he smiled, looking in my eyes. God, I loved that smile.

I cleared my throat and checked the clock, to see that we had been sitting here for nearly five hours. "Do you want anything to eat for lunch? I completely forgot about food."

Edward looked at the clock and turned back to me. "Wow, we've been sitting here awhile. I got so wrapped up in our life, I didn't realize how late it was." Just as he stopped talking, my stomach rumbled. "I guess we need food, then," he chuckled.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. "Is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich okay? I haven't really had time to shop."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm not picky," Edward said from the living room.

"I know," I yelled to him, pulling out the bread.

EPOV

I was so immersed in learning about my life that the day completely flew by. By the time we looked up at the clock, it was already 2 pm. I was starting to get a headache from all of the information. There was no way I was going to be able to relearn an entire nine years of my life, so I just had to get my memory back. Occasionally, a picture would put off some sort of spark of recognition in my brain, but I still felt blank. I could see that it was me, and that obviously all of this was real and happening, but it felt like searching for something that didn't exist– hopeless.

I could very well see that mine and Bella's life together was amazing, and filled with so much love. We looked blissful in every single picture, as if the honeymoon phase of our relationship was never ending. Hell, I even wrote her a lullaby. Even though I barely knew Bella, I could see that she was loving, caring, loyal, and beautiful in every way. Not to mention completely in love with me. We had barely talked, but I could already feel myself falling for her. It was just like Jasper had told me– I knew she was the girl for me as soon as I saw her at the hospital the other day. I wanted to take my time with this, though. I couldn't mess anything up. I didn't want to hurt Bella by doing something just for the purpose of remembering. I wouldn't touch her more than holding her hand until I had a firm grasp on who she was. I couldn't hurt either of us by making a stupid mistake. I had to have my life back, but I had no idea if that would ever happen.

I was brought back to reality by the smell of peanut butter. I looked up to see Bella carrying two sandwiches, and my stomach rumbled. "Just in time," I laughed.

Bella took a bite from her sandwich and looked up at me. "Is there anything else you want to know?" She asked.

I swallowed a bite, thinking over her question. "What's our favorite movie?"

"Easy. The Princess Bride." Bella smiled.

"No way. How did you get me to watch that with you?" I asked, surprised by her answer.

"I can think of a few ways," said Bella, blushing.

I smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. "How many times have we watched it together?"

"Probably thirty," she laughed– the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"Okay, what music is in our stereo most of the time?"

"Claude Debussy, always." She smiled.

"Well, at least my taste in music didn't go down the drain," I joked, winking at Bella. She swatted my arm playfully.

"Very funny, Mr. Cullen. You really do love The Princess Bride."

I cringed. "Oh yeah? What other movies do I love?"

"You know, The Blair Witch Project, Pee Wee's Playhouse, the classics," she snorted, obviously finding this hilarious.

"Right," I said sarcastically. "I bet we also regularly watch episodes of Blue's Clues and listen to 98 Degrees to really set the mood." Okay, maybe the whole situation was a little funny.

Bella grinned at me, and I flashed her one of my famous crooked smiles. I had the overwhelming urge to hug her, but held back. I didn't want to end up hurting her in the end. She must have noticed my face fall into a frown, because she scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm just so overwhelmed by everything. You've been so fantastic to me, I wish I could do something for you." I took her hand in mine again.

"As long as you're trying, that's all you can do," she sighed. I had officially ruined the mood. "Don't worry about it, Edward."

"Will you at least take the bed tonight?"

Bella thought for a moment. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Well I don't want you losing sleep over me."

"I'm not letting you sleep anywhere but the bed, Edward. You might as well give up."

I thought for a moment. "Fine, then. We'll both sleep in the bed." I smirked, knowing it was the best idea.

"Are you sure? You've only known me for three days, Edward." She looked hesitant, but willing.

"Positive. It's the only way we'll both be able to get some sleep tonight."

"Alright, if that's what you want."

"It's what I want," I said, winning the argument. Our first argument. To me, at least. It felt like a very couple-y thing to do. And at that moment, I felt like I could actually beat this thing.

I looked at the clock again. "I have to get to my physical therapy appointment."

Bella looked up, "Oops, I forgot about that. Do you need me to drive you?"

"That's alright, I think Emmet wanted to give me a ride so we could go over wedding stuff." I shrugged. Apparently I had been appointed best man, so I had to start thinking of a speech to write, along with other duties, such as the bachelor's party. I laughed at the thought.

"What's so funny?" asked Bella.

"I was just thinking that Emmet is probably going to bombard me with information about his bachelor's party. I have no idea how to plan one of those things... I don't think I even want to."

Bella snorted. "Seeing as it's Emmet, you'll probably be forced into something pretty extravagant."

"Great." One more thing to add to my stress.

"You should ask Jasper for help. Alice asked me to help with Rose's bachelorette party."

"Good idea."

Just as Bella was about to open her mouth to say something, the doorbell rang.

"That must be Emmet. I'll see you in a couple hours." I gave Bella's hand a little squeeze and walked to the door.

"Good luck."

BPOV

After Edward left, I slumped into the couch and buried my head in a pillow. His actions were starting to confuse me. It almost felt like he wanted to touch me, like he was already falling for me again; I knew that wasn't possible. How could he possibly feel something after only three days? It's not like we had talked all that much. I was still practically a stranger. I thought tonight would probably be a little awkward, so I decided to make Edward his favorite dinner. My famous butternut squash ravioli. Even if he wouldn't remember ever eating it, I knew how much he drooled over my homemade pastas. I guess if I couldn't win him over with my charm, my cooking would certainly do the trick.

As I stood over the counter, cutting up the individual ravioli's, I wondered about how the whole sleeping-in-the-same-bed ordeal would go over tonight. I was nervous, but I was also mentally jumping up and down. This was a big step. It meant that Edward trusted me. Maybe sleeping close together would stir up some of his memories.

I couldn't help but to be a little selfish about it, too. I knew that Edward's health was more important than my sexual frustration, but I was unbearably excited to be close to Edward again. I wanted to fall asleep to the sound of him breathing in my ear; to feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, and to be surrounded in his amazing scent. The way he held my hand the past couple of days wasn't enough– it didn't feel intimate at all. I was hoping that tonight would.

Just as I was pouring the cream sauce over the pasta, I heard Edward come into the apartment.

"It smells amazing in here, Bella," he called, making a huge grin appear on my face. I loved it when people complimented my cooking.

"Just wait until you taste it," I laughed as he walked into the kitchen. "How did therapy go?"

"The same, I suppose. My limp is fading a little, so I don't look completely ridiculous when I walk, but the stretching and flexing is still sort of painful. The doctor said that I'm healing miraculously fast, though, so that's a good thing." He smiled, obviously relieved.

"That's great, Edward. I'm so happy for you. Why don't you go sit down at the table? Dinner's just about ready." I couldn't wait for him to eat the ravioli.

"Gladly! It looks delicious." He walked into the dining room.

I beamed, grateful for the passing down of my grandmother's cooking skills; unfortunately for me, it skipped a generation with Renee– I was always the one to cook back in Arizona.

Carrying the big plates of pasta, I sat down across from Edward at the table. I couldn't eat until he did– I wanted to see his face when he bit into the ravioli. I was usually a modest person, but I happened to know what kind of affect my food had on people.

"Dig in," I said, still grinning at Edward.

He speared a ravioli with his fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed. As I watched, I could see his eyes get wide and that gorgeous crooked smile break out. Damn, I loved that smile; it made my breathing hitch every time.

"This is the most amazing thing I have ever tasted in my life. No joke."

I smiled, blushing a little. "This used to be your favorite dinner I would cook for you."

"I have a feeling it still is." Score! "Why aren't you eating?" He looked up at me curiously.

"Oh, sorry. I just love watching people eat my food... I guess it's a little creepy, but I can't help it." Realizing how hungry I was, I took a big bite of pasta.

The rest of dinner was spent with me eating in silence, watching Edward as he hummed and mumbled incoherent compliments as he finished his ravioli. I was beaming the entire time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face. It's not even like anything that fantastic had happened. I just loved the fact that Edward still thoroughly enjoyed my cooking.

When we finished eating and doing the dishes, I went into the living room to watch the evening news while Edward checked his email; I could tell he was stressed out from work. Seeing as he knew nothing about cardiology after the accident, he had decided to take an indefinite leave until his memory came back. I think he was disappointed that he couldn't even remember how to do his job, and I didn't really know what to say to help. It was hard to put myself in his shoes in this situation.

I was starting to drift off when Edward came into the room and sat down next to me.

"I think it's time for bed," he chuckled, yawning. Today was emotionally draining on the both of us.

"I think you're right," I said, dragging myself off the couch and towards the bedroom. He followed me, and sat on the bed as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had no idea what to say to him– I had a feeling it was about to get awkward.

I walked back into the room as he went to wash up. I pushed back the covers and fluffed my pillow, sliding into the most comfortable bed in existence. I curled up on my side and closed my eyes, secretly hoping that when I opened them everything would be back to normal. I opened them again when I felt the other side of the bed compress. I looked to see Edward, looking a little nervous about the situation, sitting on the side of the bed.

"I know you're tired, Edward. Try to get some sleep. I was thinking that we should sleep in tomorrow morning."

"That sounds like a really good idea," he sighed, sliding under the covers next to me.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Night, Bella."

Within seconds, I could hear the slow and even breaths of Edward, signaling that he was asleep. I carefully scooted myself closer to him and turned over to look at his face. He looked so peaceful, and himself. As I slowly fell into a deep sleep, I felt like for once, things were the way they were supposed to be– I would let tomorrow come as it may.


So I probably wont be able to update every day like I have been these past couple days-- with my work/school schedule, I kind of have no time. Hopefully I'll have another chapter or two for you by the weekend.

Please review! They're very helpful; I want to know what you guys like and don't like, so I can improve my story as much as possible. Thanks a zillion!

-Kathryn