APOV

Home sweet home. I sighed in content as Carlisle drove us up the long driveway to our long-missed home. I couldn't wait to break in my new-found French style home furnishing ideas. I grinned at Jasper, kissing him gently and swinging the car door open the second it stopped. I flitted around to the trunk, waiting for Carlisle to pop it open. "Carlisle, dear? I think you should hurry up, or Alice is going to make a hole in your trunk if you don't open it. Now." Esme urged, seeing my hand twitch toward the sleek paint job of the BMW. I grinned conspiratorially at her, she smiled, shook her head and darted to the front porch. I noticed that the door was kicked in. I frowned. Well that was going to take some serious repairing. I muttered unintelligibly. "I hope we weren't robbed," Esme breathed, worried. "Oh, Esme." I sniggered. "First of all, its not like we couldn't afford to replace everything three times over. Second of all, I'll bet it was Edward who did it anyway. Third of all, I don't see anyone in their right mind who would be determined enough to lug three hundred pounds of furniture out of that small door-way." Esme rolled her eyes at me. The trunk popped open. "Finally!" I clapped, practically squealing. I bounced into the house, flying past Esme who was examining the hinges like they were a scraped knee on a three year old. Seriously, I thought she was thinking of kissing them better. I started with the drapes in mine and Jasper's room. I changed them in a jiffy, from thin, gossamer to thick, heavy velvet, a tasteful cream colour. I admired them with my head cocked to the side when I had a flash. The silky drapes slipped from my grasp. The images were vivid. I saw Edward and Bella. This was nothing new. But the atmosphere around them was different. It was so much more intense than usual. Edward seemed worried about something—as usual—that seemed to be the precipice of their discussion. "Edward, he said he wasn't going to hurt me. I believe him. Why can't you? For just once? I have your cell phone. If something goes wrong, I will call you." And then Bella's future vanished. Edward stood there, the space in front of him was hazy and dark. As if I couldn't see Bella, the second she made that decision—whatever it was. How odd. I'm supposed to be omniscient, I thought with a disappointed pout.

JPOV

That stinking bloodsucker is back. Just when I thought things were going my way, he has to show up and wreck everything. I deeply regretted not having at him right there, when I could. He was just so close. But instead of turning around and exacting out my anger and vengeance, I ran. My thoughts would have been sent out to all the other pack members, were they in their wolf forms, however, which they were not. Thank you, Lord. So, instead of dwelling on something that made me want to tear the town to shreds, I thought about earlier today, how different it was. I had kissed Bella, so passionately. She loved me, I knew she did. She loved me more than that stupid bloodsucker, I bet. She had just been without him for so long, him leaving her had been so tragic that she had tried to hold on for so long, not knowing what was right in front of her the whole time—me. But then again, Bella could be a so unobservant. That's why I had taken the initiative in the first place. Maybe I had been a bit too forward about the whole thing, but then again, if I hadn't been she would probably never work it out. I sighed in my head as I reminisced about her lips, her mouth, her body... I phased back into human when I reached out the front of my house. I quickly ducked inside to get some clothes on, most of them had been ruined after I'd phased with them on. I was stark naked in my living room when Paul walked in, licking the top cover off of a yoghurt tub. I froze. He froze. We stood there, frozen. His tongue had paused in the act of licking the yoghurt, it dribbled down his chin. His eyes met mine, completely and utterly disgusted. I unfroze. He unfroze. "Dammit, Jake! Nobody needs to see that!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes, but hastily made my way to my bedroom. I could hear his muttered words of disgust and horror. But he quickly recovered by turning it onto the yoga channel. I sighed and put some clothes on then slumped down on the end of my bed. I couldn't stop thinking about Bella. I knew she thought of me that way, too. It was obvious. She hadn't been ready for my kiss, that was the reason she pushed away. I had just caught her by surprise. Now that she can measure me and the bloodsucker up against each other, she'll be able to see that she should be with me. Nobody else. I contemplated how I was going to make that happen...

BPOV

I let out an enormous breath as I watched Jacob leave. I hadn't known I was holding onto it. I also hadn't realised how exhausted I was. I sagged into Edward, he caught me and carried me upstairs to my bedroom. "Edward," I mumbled, barely coherent. "What is it?" he asked softly, placing me on top of the comforter. I sighed. "Stay tonight." I demanded weakly, frowning with my eyes closed. "Of course. I was going to anyway." He said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Good." I murmured. "I'm going to clean up that wound of yours." He added. I nodded feebly, rolling over so he could get better access. "Um, you're going to have to roll your sleeve up, Bella." He told me from the bathroom. Instead of taking the time, I just hoisted my shirt up over my head, letting it fall to the floor and laying my arm out for him to mend. I heard him walk in, his footsteps paused all of a sudden. I was about to ask him what was wrong before he started walking to me again, kneeling down beside me, I assumed. I could feel the warmth of a wet cloth against my skin. "Mmm." I hummed. The cloth moved over the gash. I gasped, wincing, jerking my arm away. "Sorry," I murmured, slightly more awake. "Shh, it's okay. I won't take long." Edward said, dabbing again. I could feel something wrap around my forearm. A bandage. I got a sickening wave of déjà vu. I gasped, sitting all the way up in bed. Edward looked startled. "What's wrong, Bella? Did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously. I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. "Nothing. Just—this all feels too familiar." I said weakly, motioning with my good hand to my injured arm. I saw Edward's jaw tighten, his eyes darken at the memory and the self loathe that layered thickly across his features. "Hey, you're finished right?" He nodded. "Well, come on then." I said, patting the other side of the bed. He did that crooked smile of his and nodded. I lay back down as he did next to me. I stared at him for a while, before my eyes started to get droopy. He stood up then, gathering me up with him, pulling back the blankets then setting me down. This was way too familiar. I think Edward noticed the difference in my breathing and heart beat. I clutched at his shirt, hoping to hold myself there forever. I rolled over on top of him. He looked surprised and nervous. I was straddling his hips, my hands on his chest. This wasn't meant to be at all sexual...but... I stared into his eyes. He stared back. "Things will be different from now on." I stated, clearly. Edward nodded, it seemed he didn't have the inclination to disagree with me. Not in this...vulnerable position. I had just discovered my new weapon. I tried to keep from smiling, as this was a serious issue. I was extremely aware of his hands on my hips. "I will never leave you again." He promised. I smiled. "I know. I just get that same sensation of what I felt when you did whenever something reminds me of it." He watched me with sad eyes. "I wish I could take it all away." He whispered. "You can." I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. My body was flat against his, I could feel every plane of his chest beneath mine. My hands glided down his torso. Our lips moving feverishly against one another. He rolled me over so he was on top of me. He pulled my leg up to his hip. My tongue darted into his mouth. He groaned and slowed down. Our breathing was ragged, my skin was flushed and I wanted so badly to do that again. "Sweetheart, if you do that again, I'm not sure I'd be able to stop...or have the inclination to." He smiled darkly. "Which is why we have boundaries." I rolled my eyes. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I put my arm on his shoulder—decided it was too familiar—then put it over his arm that was around me instead. He kissed my forehead, tucked the blanket closer then started humming my lullaby. I fell asleep, a tear of pure bliss running down my cheek.

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