I don't think sorry is going to cut it here… I know I haven't updated in forever! I don't even have an excuse, especially with all of your wonderful support! But here is a small chapter that I hope you all will enjoy.
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"She'll be alright darling, she's in good hands." Edward sighed, relaxing slightly under the comfort of the woman he called his mother.
"I know Esme, thank you so much for helping us, I didn't know where else to go." he spoke softly, his eyes focused on his hands that fidgeted in his lap. The small living room was cozy and a soothing crackling came from the fireplace. Edward relaxed further into the soft chair Esme had forced him into after claiming his pacing was going to destroy her carpet.
"Oh Edward, you know we are always happy for your company, no matter what the circumstance. Now stop your worrying; It's just a broken wing. Carlisle has repaired much worse." Her voice had a stern edge to it, and despite himself, Edward was soothed by the knowledge that his parents would take care of everything. "Now tell me Edward, how did this lovely girl come into your care? It is clear that you care greatly for her. I'm glad to see someone's finally found a way to get you to think of something beside work for a change." she stated with a twinkle in her eye.
"She is a lovely girl mother," spoke the vampire with a sad smile on his face, "And it pains me to have to tell you that she has no desire to stay with me yet I have selfishly been keeping her for myself." Edward felt shame as he admitted the truth to his mother, but he knew he could never lie to her.
"My sweet boy, why would you do such a thing?" asked Esme, sadness crossing her kind face. Edward continued staring at his hands and didn't respond to her. After all, what could he say? How could he tell her when he himself was unsure of the answer? Esme sighed softly, knowing that her son wouldn't answer her. She took comfort in the knowledge that he wouldn't harm the girl on purpose. Although he was perhaps too stubborn to admit to himself that he was harming the poor child in keeping her locked up away from her family. "Edward, we both know you won't give her up no matter how hard I try to convince you. You always were a stubborn little boy and I know that you need to come to a realization on your own. You have grown into such a good man Edward. One that your father and I are very proud of. I beg of you Edward, make the right decision. I will not force you to, but I trust that you will do the right thing." he glanced up and met her imploring eyes and stared for a moment, thoughts racing through his head. After what seemed to be an eternity - though in truth was merely several seconds - he nodded meaningfully before watching his fidgeting hands once more. Smiling slightly, Esme stood up and turned toward the kitchen with a promise to return with tea.
Several hours later, the rain had stopped and Edward was running home home with an unconscious Isabella wrapped in a soft blanket and cuddled to his chest. He could hear the soft beating of her heart and couldn't help a small smile. His little fairy would be okay. Carlisle had worked his magic, fixing her wing as best he could before sending them on their way with a bottle of pain medication and instructions to stay on the ground for at least three weeks.
Arriving at the front doors to his mansion, The tall vampire opened them while being careful not to shift the girl in his arms. His footsteps echoed in the dark, empty halls and his eyes wandered over the paintings that covered the walls. He didn't have any real connection to them; Alice had picked them all out after he finally caved and allowed her to do "a little decorating" which had resulted in a complete makeover of the entire building. Once Alice set out to do something, there was no stopping her and Edward had learned long ago that it was best to simply step aside.
After reaching his bedroom Edward gently transferred Isabella to the large bed and pulled the blankets that at first had seemed to bother her to no end over her shivering form. She stirred slightly but quickly settled back down peacefully. Considering the amount of medication Carlisle had put in her system, Edward would've been shocked if she had already managed to wake up.
After changing into his night clothes, The young king relaxed into the bed next to the fragile princess and lay on his side as he allowed his eyes to watch the gentle rise and fall of the girl's chest. He had been so scared for her, worried that he had caused irreparable damage and his relief at discovering she would heal just fine was overwhelming. However, the guilt didn't leave along with the worry. The truth was that he had been angry and he had hurt her, something he had sworn to never do again. Esme's words trickled through his head. I trust that you will do the right thing.
He reached out a large hand and pushed some of the chocolate curls out of Isabella's face, revealing her dark lashes which contrasted sharply with those pale cheeks. He remained that way for hours gently stroking her hair as he stared at her delicate features. Knowing what he had to do, Edward tried desperately to soak up the peaceful moments with the girl he had grown to care for so very much. He committed every little line and curve to memory, drinking in her presence like a human suffering from dehydration.
Yes, he knew what he had to do but her was unsure if he could ever bring himself to do it.
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