Author's note: A new chapter! Thanks everyone who has read this story, and don't stop reviewing! And also, I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit shorter than the other ones.

The forest was green and inviting, mostly because I was walking with Edward, we walked hand in hand. I fell a lot since I was looking at his face, and not the ground. He catched me gently every time, and smiled. It was a silent walk; we didn't have anything to say to each other. We were both so happy that we were together. The werewolf issue was gone since a long time, a later problem. All I wanted at the moment was to be with him, my Prince Charming. It was as if he'd never been gone, he was completely forgiven.

But our quiet walk also made me think. What about Alice? I'd missed her terribly. And what about the rest of the Cullens? Would I see them again? Would they come back? I asked Edward that question. He smiled the crooked smile that made my heart beat extra fast.

"I don't know, and I don't care," he replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, puzzled.

He smiled wider. "I only care about you Bella. I don't care about my family as long as I can be with you."

He kissed me gently on my lips, but I was still confused.

"But Alice, Edward! I want to see her! Where, exactly, is the rest of your family?"

Edward smile returned to his lips. He seemed so happy, and it made me happy too. But I still wanted him to answer, I was curious; I hadn't seen the Cullens in a very long time and I missed them. Esme's kindness, Emmett's laugh, my friendship with Alice, I missed it all, badly.

Edward stopped the walk abruptly when I asked him the question again; he hadn't answered the first time. He hushed me, and then threw his arms around me, pressing my body into his cool marble chest. I felt complete and happy as I kissed his neck from where I stood and wrapped my arms around his waist in a tight grip, but I still wasn't fully satisfied. Why wouldn't he answer?

I tried to speak with him again, but he interrupted me with a kiss on the lips. He was more careful than before, but the boundaries were still gone. Of course I kissed him back, he was the reason of my life, but my mind was elsewhere. I was the one who pulled away, and a wrinkle stepped forward on his smooth forehead.

"Isn't this what you want?" he asked me between frequent kisses all over my face.

It was what I wanted – all I wanted was him, I could never get enough of him – but I missed Alice so much, now that he was finally with me I could concentrate on other things than just Edward.

"Of course this is what I want," I started. "But, I…" I hadn't time to finish the sentence, because he dragged me down on the ground and placed me into his lap. The forest was full of wet dirt, but I sat in his lap so it was his pants that would be ruined. Not that I cared if all my pants were stained with wet dirt, I would do anything to be with him. His arms held a tight grip around my waist, and I leaned against his neck and inhaled his sweet scent. My greatest wish was that the moment would never end, but it did, of course.

It felt a bit silly, but Edward rolled around, with me in his arms, on the ground so that we were both covered in brown mud. I laughed as we played around, and a wide smiled appeared on his beautiful lips.

When we were covered in brown from head to toe, he lifted me up and started to run.

It had been an extremely long time since he'd taken me running; it was a nice feeling to have the wind in my hair, even though it was covered with dirt. He stopped after a minute or two, and pulled me down from his back.

There was a greedy need in the way he kissed me; he was so fierce that I almost was afraid. But of course I kissed him back as much as I could – after all, I loved him so much. He pressed me so tight against his hard chest that it almost hurt, but I was wise enough to not complain, I knew better, I even wanted him to pull me closer.

When we fell down on the ground he pulled away slowly so I could get some air, and then he rolled me on top of him and his lips were glued on mine again. I shuddered in satisfaction but I banned myself just after; he always pulled away when I did. This time was different though, he just held me harder against his firm body.

After what felt like a too short time, he sat up. I did too since I was lying on top of him. He kissed me once on my nose, and I caught myself with breathing embarrassingly loud through my mouth. He laughed and I could feel that my heart would in any second jump out of my chest, it beat so hard and fast.

"So, how was that?" he asked, still smiling.

"Amazing," I answered him; I didn't want him to stop.

He laughed, and kissed my cheek. I quickly turned my face to his so that his lips met mine. My greedy hands held his neck in a tight grip, and he put his hands on both sides of my face. He pulled away though, even though I tried to hold him back.

"That's enough for today Bella."

"No!" I protested. Now that we were together, I wanted to take advantage of it.

He laughed, let go of me, and stood up. I did the same, and took his hand in a solid grip, he had to accept that much. He lifted up our entwined hands to his face, and kissed my knuckles.

"Do you want to go home and clean up?"

"Anything as long we're together." He smiled at my reply and lifted me on to his back.

The walk home was just as pleasant as the first one, except that it had become a bit chillier since the last time. He run me to the house, not bothering if anyone saw him flicker of the speed.

We walked in silence to my room, where he waited while I took a shower.

"Hurry," he mouthed as I left him in my room.

There was a lot of dirt in my hair, it was hard to wash through all the mud and be fast at the same time, I didn't want to waste any time with him.

When I'd finally washed my hair clean enough, even though it still wasn't completely free from the mud, I threw the dirty clothes in a pile on the floor and pulled on a new pair of jeans and a simple shirt with blue stripes. I started a machine with my muddy outfit, and ran as fast as I could back to my room.

"You left?" I asked him with a disappointed tone as I entered my room because I noticed that he was just as clean as I was.

He laughed. "Bella, I had to. Did you see how brown and muddy I was? I looked just like you, and I prefer to be clean." When he said the last sentence he slid his hand through his hair in a graceful movement. The motion made me ready to faint.

"You're the one who come up with the idea!" I accused him with a smile.

He slid to my side and hugged me closely to his body; I could feel his face in my hair.

"Can I see Alice soon?" I whispered.

He pulled away. "Do you really want to see her so badly?" His voice was serious. I nodded eagerly; I couldn't wait to see her. "Frankly," he continued. "I haven't seen her in quite a while either."

"What were you actually doing?"

"When?" he asked, but I think I knew that he actually knew perfectly well what I was asking to now. He just wanted to pretend as if we'd never been apart in the first place, understandable, our life had obviously been so miserable without each other.

"When you left…" I answered hesitantly.

"Oh. Well, nothing especially amusing. Mostly, I thought about you…"

I hugged him again; it was hard to believe that I could finally feel his body under my fingertips; I had been without him for so long. "I thought about you too," I whispered in to his chest. "I heard your voice."

"What?" He asked, baffled, looking down at my face. "Explain that one please," he smiled, the crooked one. I could feel my heart pound harder in my chest; it should be illegal to make my heart pound like a hummingbird. It was almost embarrassing, because I knew that he could hear my heart beat even clearer than I could.

"I," I paused, I hadn't told anyone about it before. "I heard your voice when I did something stupid, or reckless," I added. "You were mad, and asking me not to… Not to do it. And that's why I did a lot of stupid things, so I could hear your voice." I thought for a moment. "Like trying to jump off the cliff, riding those bikes with Jake and also seeing those men on that bar…"

"WHAT?" He interrupted me with an angry tone in his voice. "YOU JUMPED OFF A CLIFF?"

I blushed. "Not literally, Jake caught me in time. Besides, I only did it so I could hear your voice."

Edward's lips turned into a hard line, the last sentence hadn't had the effect I wanted it to have. It had the opposite, he became even angrier.

"You," he took a deep breath. "Are you saying that you risked your own life to hear my voice?"

"Yes… but I did it because I am so madly in love with you!"

He muttered something. "I shouldn't have left you in the first place," he said. "Spending time with werewolves and jumping off cliffs."

"Hey! There was only one cliff!" I smiled.

"It's not that Bella, it's the principle! How could you risk your life to hear my voice, how could you do so to me?" He quickly kissed my cheek. "You didn't keep your promise!"

"Oh, screw your promise!" I said angrily. "I was a sinking ship without you! I would've done anything to see you again while you were gone, anything. I would've given my entire life for only a minute with you again…" He shushed me.

"Don't say that!" He put one of his icy fingers on top of my lips. "Don't," he was pleading, I didn't understand.

"Why?"

He sighed, and took both of my hands in one of his while took the other one caressed my fingers. "I don't want to hear, it's torture to me. I'm so sorry," his lips brushed across my forehead. I turned my head up to meet his lips. "I'm so sorry," he repeated.

"Don't be, you're back, it's the only thing that matters to me now."

He sighed while holding me close – whispering apologizes in my ears. In his eyes were something pleading, but at the same time, it looked as if they were full with the golden liquid that constituted the color of his eyes. I wanted to smoothen out the furrow betweens his eyes, he shouldn't be sad.

I had lunch together with him – though he didn't eat, of course. The meal was an old micro waved pizza. It probably tasted like an old boot, but I didn't taste the food; I was looking at Edward.

When Charlie returned – he had been at Sue's place, helping out after Harry's death – Edward went up to my room. I followed him as quickly as I could with an excuse of headache. Charlie was, of course, not planning on making dinner on his own, so I quickly made some pasta. We ate in silence, and I didn't taste my food. Charlie obviously did. He also tried to start a conversation, but he stopped after a while. It was probably because he noticed that I was very absent at the dinner table.

Finally, the meal came to an end. I did the dishes as quickly as I could, not caring if the plates were still a bit dirty. Charlie made himself comfortable in front of the TV, not a big surprise. I told him a hasty goodnight, and waved quickly.

"Sleep tight, Bells," he told me, then his eyes returned to the screen again.

I watched him a moment to before I went to my room, his eyes were eagerly locked to the screen. He was leaning a bit forward, looking excited. It was almost something childish and playful in his eyes, I smiled at the thought and guessed that a big game was probably airing tonight.

Edward was lying on my bed when I returned, his golden eyes shining in contentment.

"Hi," I said as I laid myself comfortable next to him.

"Hello, how was dinner?"

"Er, good?" I told him while taking his hand.

He laughed. "That's good to hear, what were you having?"

"Pasta," I said as I slid myself closer to his cool body. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly kissed my hair.

It was only late evening, but still I fell asleep in his arms. But what I didn't know was that I would love him even more – if it was even possible – the next day thanks to a surprise he'd fixed while I'd had dinner.