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Warning: This chapter may contain violence, language or adult situations. However, it probably doesn't contain any violence this time. Read with caution just in case.

Chapter 7: Moving Forward

Edward either pretends to not notice the loud, annoying machines or is really deaf because he shows no response to the machines selling me out. He walks slowly to the side of my bed, without looking at me once, and places the flowers by the ones from my dad.

"These are for you, obviously." He whispers. He hesitates before he finally looks at me. "I'm sorry. It's late, I should go."

I can't see his face clearly but I'm certain, for a split second, he winces before gaining control of himself.

"Stay." I say as slow as possible so he can understand me.

"I had to see you. I am so sorry, Bella. Um…Carlisle said that talking was a little rough for you right now, so I brought something to help with that." He reaches into a bag that I hadn't notice and pulls out a laptop.

"This is for you. If you want to talk, you can take your time and type so you won't have to strain yourself trying to talk. Also, it can keep you busy when you're alone here, recovering."

"K." I nod just in case he couldn't figure out that 'K' meant that I would love to talk to him.

He pulls the little bed table over and positions it over me. He sets up the laptop so he can also see the screen. "I wasn't sure which hand you use more so I figured a keyboard would be easier than actual writing." He proudly half smiles to himself.

I'd be proud too if I thought this through, Mr. Hotness. I take slow deep breaths so my machines don't go crazy again. God, that is embarrassing!

After a fairly quick tutorial, Edward asks if I still want to talk or play with my new toy.

Is this a trick question?

He smiles at my confused look and sets up word. "Here, type. I need to know what you're thinking." He pulls the chair as close to the bed as possible and sits down.

Thank you, Edward.

"You're welcome. Do you like it?" He looks at me eagerly, then back to the laptop.

Yes! So thoughtful. -smiling hurts

"Ha. I don't want you in any more pain, so tell me when it's too much. Ok?"

Of course... I'm glad you're here.

"I wanted to come earlier, as soon as I heard you woke up, but I had some things to take care of."

Work?

"No…well, sort of. The last few days have been horrible. We didn't know when you would wake up so we all sort of camped out here." He blushes.

Oh. How long was that?

"Three days." The look he has on his face is heartbreaking. I want to scoop him up and squeeze him tight.

Oh. That's a long time. I'm sorry.

"No. Don't be sorry. You were healing."

That's a long commute for work.

He looks at me funny for a second. "Bella, we're in Seattle."

I take a few minutes to process this. My brain must be lagging.

"We felt that being in Seattle would be better. You're closer to more options if needed."

Oh. It's that bad?

"Um, well…I guess it depends on what you think 'that bad' is. You're injuries are bad and at first we weren't sure exactly how bad. What happened to you was really bad. That whole experience was a lot worse than bad. But you're alive, that's what matters." He looks away from me and runs his hands through his gorgeous just fucked hair. My monitor's beeps pick up their pace.

Thank you, modern technology, for selling me out. Again. Le sigh.

Can you tell me what happened? I don't remember anything after I punched Jake.

"You punched Jake?" He sounds really surprised.

I think he broke my hand. It hurt so badly after.

Edward laughs. "Yeah, your hand is messed up. That explains those fractures. Good job, Bella. Jake's face is fucked up."

Did it look as bad as the other side? I forgot to thank Emmett for that.

"Yes, it was almost as bad. His left eye was swollen shut too, so he couldn't see anything." He smiles really big. "Why would you thank Emmett?"

Didn't he do that to Jake's face?

He lets out a low, dark laugh. "I did that Bella. We knew he knew where you were and he wouldn't tell us. I sort of lost it." He looks down. He seems embarrassed.

Right now I can't decide if I think that Edward is crazy or if that is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me. After a few moments, I decide.

THAT. IS. AWESOME! (I'm smiling really big on the inside.) :D

He lets out a long breath. "I was worried that you would be so mad at me. He's your best friend."

WAS. I don't want anything to do with him now.

Plus, I don't think I could be mad at you, Mr. Cullen.

"No Mr. Cullen here. Just Edward." He does that Über sexy half smile thing that always gets me all worked up.

Not fair!

"So you don't remember what happened?"

I just stare at him, because I know he can just glance up the screen to my previous question.

"Right. So, I don't know what happened to you before we got there but I can tell you what happened after we did." He looks me over and shudders. "Bella, it was the worst thing I had ever seen in my life. There were torture chambers and dead people still in them. I can't even describe the feeling of thinking that was what happened to you too. We were going in and out of building after building and we couldn't find you. Then we saw Jake laying in front of one that was tucked away from the rest." His face drains of color.

"We entered slowly because we could still hear James yelling and things crashing around. There was a girl crumpled by the door. What happened next took no more than thirty seconds. I was making sure the girl by the door wasn't you when we heard James in the back room screaming. Screaming your name." He scrunches his face and shakes his head. I can't help but feel an overwhelming magnetic pull to Edward.

"Emmett and Felix bolted to the back room before I could lay the girl back down. I heard Emmett growl and a gunshot. I've never moved so fast in my life. By the time I reached the door, Emmett was carrying you out." He closes his eyes and barely whispers. "You looked dead. You were covered in blood and unconscious. Emmett was crying and just kept saying sorry but I didn't want to believe we lost you. I yelled for the paramedics. They confirmed that you were still alive but they didn't have much hope for your survival. I insisted you be life flighted to Seattle. I know this hospital well." He shrugs. "I sort of own it. I insisted that Carlisle be your main doctor and a team was assembled to help you. The first two days were the worst. But once the blood was cleaned up and some swelling went down, our hope was renewed. You were healing incredibly fast." He looks over at me, tears in his eyes.

"Oh, Bella! Don't cry. I'm so sorry." He gently runs his thumb across my cheek to wipe away my tears. "You're going to be ok. I promise."

I just stare at him and cuss myself out on the inside. My damn face doesn't work when I fucking need it too.

He leans back in his chair and looks me dead in the eye. "Bella, I care about you, a lot. More than I ever expected to. I'm drawn to you…like some magnetic pull. I can't stop thinking about you. I mean that in the least creepy way possible." My monitors go nuts. This time he glances quickly at them and then looks back at me, confused.

A few minutes pass. I can't stop staring into those intense green eyes. I again notice that they are not just green but have a bluish tint with a little bit of light brown around the pupil. His eyes are really dilated, taking me in.

"Bella, please say something." He urges but not breaking our gaze.

I very reluctantly look at the laptop and start to type as fast as I can with one hand. I need to continue to stare into those eyes…I need to.

Edward, I feel the same. From the moment I saw you, I felt a magnetic pull to you. I was worried that I would never get to see you again. You're not creepy at all. That is a good thing.

He laughs and kisses the top of my head. But I continue to type.

You do have some explaining to do, Mister. I have questions from what I learned while I was kidnapped yet again.

"I will tell you anything you want to know, Isabella Marie Swan."

Did you know Tanya was where I was?

I don't want to sound bitchy but I need to know.

"I didn't at first. I recognized Laurent as the guy that had been harassing her out here. They were in a different location when I got Tanya but it doesn't surprise me that they move around. When I realized James was with Laurent, I tapped into our extra resources. I got more people to track him down. I know what Tanya went through and I didn't want you to go through that too."

Do you have feelings for Tanya?

"I won't lie. I did at one time. But that was a long, long time ago, before I dated her sister. After a while, it became clear that our relationship would always be plutonic. She's like a sister to me. I want to protect her and be there for her as if she was my real sister."

Oh.

"Is this all the explaining I needed to do?" He slyly smiles at me.

For now.

~~*ALBoC*~~

Five days later, I am finally released from the hospital.

Alice and Rose insist that my first night home be girls only. They setup the penthouse like a spa. Rose claims that she can give the best pedicure ever so I play along. I mean seriously, who turns down a pedicure?

Alice takes the daunting task of ordering takeout. I'm allowed to eat most foods now but they still have to be a bit soft. She orders Thai. Mmmm…I missed Thai.

"So…Bella. Tell us about you and Edward? He's visited you a lot since you woke up." Rose is always probing for information. If I didn't know better, I would think she had a thing for Edward.

"Nothing. He is just my friend." It still hurts a little to talk but it's not unbearable.

"Ha! Friends my ass!" Rose snorts.

"Serious. I promise. I don't need anything more than friends right now."

"No matter how you feel?" Alice chirps from the kitchen.

"No matter how I feel." I sigh. Little more subtle ladies? I haven't even been home two hours and they are already ganging up on me.

"Ah ha! So you like him!" Rose jumps up and points at me.

"I never said I didn't. There is just nothing going on with us. I promise I will tell you if that changes." I mock defense.

"You better." Rose smirks before she continues rubbing my feet in the bowl of hot water.

~~*ALBoC*~~

Six weeks ago today, I was released from the hospital. Today, I am heading to physical therapy…with my dad. Apparently, I am not allowed to be alone these days. You know, since I keep getting abducted and beaten and what not. Le sigh.

Jake was put on house arrest at his dad's house… for only six months. Don't get me started on how mad that makes me. And as far as I know, James and Laurent were taken care of. I didn't want to know details so I still don't know exactly what that means. I'm sure someone will slip up soon and tell me. Rose and Alice have been dancing around it since I was in the hospital. My dad has been giving me the impression that James is still out there, which creeps me the fuck out.

"You ready, Bells?" Charlie leans in my doorway.

"Just putting on my shoes." I tie my shoes and jump up. My legs healed first, then the bruises on my face. There is still some tenderness on my cheekbones and slight, almost healed bruises under my eyes. I had my cast removed yesterday. Carlisle didn't think it would take as long to heal but he had wanted to be safe.

My dad insisted on coming to my first appointment with me, even though I insisted that I was a big girl and could go by myself.

I studied the side of his face as we made our way through morning traffic. Charlie looks older. There are more wrinkles around his eyes and mouth than I remember. His hair looks a bit thinner and there are some shiny silver hairs sprouting up around his temples. My goodness! He's aging right before my eyes.

"Dad, I love you." I whisper.

"Huh? I love you too, Bells. Where did that come from?" He glances over at me quickly.

"I just thought it so I said it out loud. I don't feel like I tell the people I love that I love them or how much they mean to me enough. By the way, you mean a lot to me. I appreciate you coming with me today. Even though one of my friends here could have gone so you didn't have to drive all the way from Forks. But I still appreciate it."

"Bells, I would do anything for you. A small drive to see my only daughter is worth it. This is a big step. You're moving forward with your recovery."

Two hours later we are walking back to the car. "Bells, where do you want to go to lunch? I'm starving."

"Um, Edward wants to meet us for lunch. He said to meet him at CE Tower One."

"Cullen Enterprises has a Tower One?" He mocks surprise.

"Dad, you've been there before. Remember that 'Bella's Alive' party the Cullen's threw? It was at Tower One."

"So there is a Tower Two?"

"There are three towers total. But Tower One is the main one and it's right up the road. Tower Two is that shorter building next to Tower One. Tower Three isn't even a tower and I have no idea why they don't call it something else. But that one is on the north side of city." I point out the directions as Charlie grumbles about having lunch with Edward.

After parking in the underground parking, we make our way to the twelfth floor, where they have a restaurant called Volterra. It is a really nice Italian place that makes you feel like you've been transported to Italy.

Edward greets us at the elevators then leads us to a private booth in the back.

"How was therapy, Bella?" Edward crooked grins as we sit down.

Why does he do this to me? I told him how it makes me just want to jump him. That damn crooked grin.

"It was ok. My hand is stiff but it works." I glare at him as soon as my dad buries his face into his menu.

"That's great." He grazes his fingers against my extra sensitive right hand as he picks up his menu. Every hair on my body stands at attention. Oh, Mr. Cullen. You think you are so sly. Just wait until my dad leaves. You. Just. Wait.

Lunch was not awkward at all. Nope, not at all. My dad doesn't like Edward in the least and made sure he was making that perfectly clear without actually saying that he didn't like him. While Edward was trying his hardest to turn me on and keep me turned on the entire meal.

I couldn't be more relieved when the meal was finally over and my dad announced that he needed to head back to Forks.

"Bells, I'll drop you off at your place then be on my way. Mmmkay?" My dad practically glares at Edward as he says this. I can't blame him. My last boyfriend tried to kill me. Oh right! Yes, Edward Cullen is my new boyfriend. New, as in, two days ago new.

I look at my boyfriend and smile. "Yes dad, that's fine. I'd like to spend as much time with you as I can before you head home."

Edward possibly grumbles before shaking my dad's hand and thanking him for joining him for lunch. He pulls me into a hug and whispers into my ear. "I'll see you tonight, Bella." He exaggerates the last part of my name making my lady parts tingle.

I quickly give him a peck on the cheek as my dad gets into the elevator. "I'm looking forward to it, Edward." I use my most seductive voice. I notice him readjusting himself as I turn and face him once I'm in the elevator. I wink at him as the elevator doors close. The longing in his face is beyond satisfying. And…That's what you get for torturing me during lunch with my dad.

~~*ALBoC*~~

I spent the better half of the afternoon after my dad left, cleaning. I was cleaning an already clean penthouse but I have nothing better to do. I just finished putting clean sheets on my bed when I decided that playing on my laptop, yes the one from Edward, was a much more fun idea.

Edward insisted that I keep it after he had come to visit me in the hospital. We became really great friends, talking every day and usually emailing back and forth while he is working but we took a break while my dad was here. He had told me how he felt about me when I was still in the hospital and while I felt the same strange pull, I couldn't just jump into a relationship with him. I didn't want to be in any relationship. I was so terrified that the past would repeat itself. But after daily emails and seeing each other just about every night, I realized that this was different. I trusted him more than anyone I had ever known. I was attracted to him in every way imaginable. I just couldn't NOT be with him.

When he asked me to be his girlfriend the other night, I had just taken a drink of my wine. I accidently spit it out all over him. Yes from shock but I can't say that I was shocked he asked me, I was just shocked that he actually waited so long. Not that I would have said yes if he had asked sooner. He did it right. We waited to get to know each other. We're not like Alice and Jasper who can just sit there and know everything.

I felt so bad for spraying my wine on him but he took it in stride, making me fall for him even more. Everything he does just makes me like him that much more. Now, tonight will be our first official date as a couple.

Once my laptop is fired up, I open my email to find three new messages.

The first was from Alice.

Subject: ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!

Date: Tuesday, August 12 - 10:02 am

From: Alice Brandon

To: Bella Swan

DAMN IT BELLA!

WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?

YES, I AM USING SHOUTY CAPS BECAUSE I AM ACTUALLY SHOUTING!

CALL ME!

Alice Brandon

Personal Shopper Extraordinaire

I wonder what the hell her problem is. I was at my appointment, she knows this. Plus, I don't have any missed calls. I pick up my phone and I have seventeen missed calls. Oops. Thirteen are from Alice, two from Jasper, one from Rose and one from Emmett. I also have seventeen voicemails. I decide to listen to those later.

The next message is also from Alice.

Subject: Don't you call people back anymore?

Date: Tuesday, August 12 – 1:28 pm

From: Alice Brandon

To: Bella Swan

Jeez, Bella. I wasn't aware that you hated me this much. I am not exactly sure what I did to make you not want to talk to me anymore or return my phone calls. Whatever it was, I AM SORRY! Not shouty caps….just emphasizing how sorry I am.

Alice Brandon

Personal Shopper Extraordinaire

Whoa! I'm not mad at her. I decide I better listen to my voicemails.

The first one is a calm Alice asking me to call her back ASAP. The next nine are a progressively angrier Alice, yelling at me for not answering my phone or calling her back or responding to her email or her text messages. The twelfth message is Alice apologizing and asking how my appointment went. The thirteenth message is Alice freaking out that I am either missing or that I actually hate her and don't want to talk to her anymore. I roll my eyes.

The last three messages are Jasper, Rose and Emmett, in that order. All three are begging me to call Alice even if it is just to tell her that I am alive or that I don't want to talk to her. Emmett also mentions that he'll see me tonight and I have no idea what he is talking about. Once I listen to all my voicemails, I notice that I have thirty two text messages from Alice. All pretty much the same message as the voicemails and emails. I better fucking call her. Poor pixie probably had a heart attack from lack of contact with her Bella.

I decide to check my last email before I get the wrath of Alice.

Subject: Hi there

Date: Tuesday, August 12 - 2:46 pm

From: Edward Cullen

To: Bella Swan

Ms. Swan,

I just thought that I would remind you of our date tonight. Please dress formal. Also, be prepared to stay out late….or all night. I will be at your door promptly at six. Please be ready.

Counting the minutes,

Edward Cullen

CEO Cullen Enterprises

I thought we were just going to the movies? Where did this formal stuff come from? Now I really need to call Alice.

The phone gets half a ring in before Alice screams, "BELLA? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"Hello to you too, Alice. You know that I've been with my dad most of the day. I just got all of your calls, voicemails, texts and emails. I am not ignoring you. I have no idea why I never heard my phone go off. I do not hate you nor am I ignoring you. What is so important that you couldn't wait to tell me when you got home?"

"I'M GETTING MARRIED!" She shrieks into the phone so loud that when I drop it and I am still able to hear her. I quickly pick it back up.

"Holy shit! That's awesome! When did this happen? Isn't it a bit soon?"

"He asked this morning, I wanted you to be the first to know! But I couldn't get a hold of you so I had to tell Rose then Emmett then Edward. Hey! If you know then it's never too soon! Bella, Please say you'll be my maid of honor!"

"Ok, I understand that, but please tell me the wedding is not this weekend. And, yes now I am sad that three other people found out before me but I still love you. Are you asking me to be your maid of honor or are you telling me? Either way, you know I will!"

There is some incomprehensible shrieking and a loud crash followed by muffled voices. "Alice? Are you ok?"

"I AM PREFECTLY FINE! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!" She is yelling but sounds far away.

"Alice, you sound far away." There is a knock on the door.

"You are crazy. I'm fine. Go get ready. I'll see you at seven!" Before I could tell her that I already have plans, she hangs up.

I grab my mace that my dad insisted I carry with me everywhere now and head for the door. I hesitate before opening it slowly and then I only open it a crack.

"I have a delivery for Isabella Swan." A man is a black dress suit holds up a garment box. I pull the door open and there are three more boxes leaning against the wall.

"That's me. Who are these from?" I'm sure shock is dripping from my face.

"I'm not sure, ma'am. But there is a card." He pulls a card out of his clipboard. "I just need you to sign here." I study him for a moment before I sign. I notice I am the only person listed on his clipboard. Interesting…

"Would you like help with these boxes?" He seems really polite.

"Uh, no. Thank you. I think I can handle it."

He nods. "Alright then. Have a great day, ma'am." Without hesitation, he turns and heads to the elevators.

How the hell did he carry all these boxes up here by himself?

I lift the closest box, preparing myself for something heavy, but I am surprised at how light it actually is. Three boxes are incredibly light and the fourth is actually quiet heavy. Once I have carried everything to my room, I debate on opening the boxes first or the card. After a good two minute internal debate, I decide to open the boxes first. Who reads the cards anyway?

The first box contains a midnight blue, lace and organza, vintage Chanel dress. My eyes water, it is so beautiful. I delicately hang it up on the open closet door before I tear into the second box and find a vintage, pale blue, pleated Valentino dress. My heart is racing. Surely these must be for Alice. Or wait, maybe they are from Alice? I'm also pretty surprised I know who the designers are. Guess I paid more attention to Alice's ramblings than I thought.

I hang the Valentino just as delicately next to the Chanel. Then, I hesitantly pull the third box to me. My heart is racing as I open it. Inside is a beautiful, deep red Marchesa gown. I'm actually shaking as I pull the dress into my hands. This dress has to be for me.

I carry it over to the mirror and hold it up to me. I'm speechless. I twirl in the mirror a few times before I bump into the fourth box and am abruptly brought back to reality. I gently lay the dress out on my bed. This box is heavy and the only thing that I can think of that would make it this heavy is…shoes! A collection of Christian Louboutin heels! Now, I'm not big into fashion, but I can appreciate some nice, dressy, designer things…things that would make Alice shit her pants.

I decide I better read the card. You know, just in case this was Alice's doing and/or really a delivery for Alice.

Dear Isabella,

Change of plans. A very overly caffeinated pixie we both know and my brother have hijacked our date and we will now be celebrating their big news instead. I was told formal and I know that you said you needed to go shopping for dresses so I recruited Alice's help in finding you the perfect dress for our first official date. I hope we did well. I can't wait to see which one you pick. See you soon, beautiful.

Edward

P.S.

All three dresses and the shoes are yours to keep. No fighting this one. Alice has already planned to borrow one. And you know how she can get. ;)

Nope. Not for or from Alice at all!

~~*ALBoC*~~

At six o'clock on the dot there was a knock at my door. This time I was standing right next to it, waiting.

I did one last glance into the mirror before opening the door.

Speechless. Breathless. I think my jaw is on the floor around here somewhere. My Edward can really dress up, and it's only a tuxedo. I don't even have words for the way he looks. Is there a word better than sexy? Or fuck hot?

There were a few moments where I am sure Edward was doing the exact same thing, except he was able to gain control of himself a lot quicker than me.

"Wow! Bella, you look amazing! That dress was made for you. And the color…wow." He shook his head as his took me in. Once I collected my jaw from the floor, I did a slow, little spin for him. "Bella, you…you're beyond amazing."

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself, Mister." I wink at him.

"I was secretly hoping that you would pick this dress." He flashes his wickedly amazing smile and my knees buckle slightly. "Shall we go?"

Like any sane person when asked a question, I stood there and stared at him. He is so…..ugh…and I want to just run my hands…ugh…and his hair….oh my and that look. Big le sigh.

"Bella? Am I going to have to carry your to the car?" He laughs and bends like he is going to throw me over his shoulder.

"Noooo!" I laugh as pretends to pick me up but pulls me into a hug instead.

He leans in like he is going to kiss me but pecks my cheek and pulls away. "We better get going or we'll be late. And you know how Alice can get."

"Damn Alice." Oops. I steal a quick kiss before we head for the elevator.

We finally make it to the car after what seemed like the longest elevator ride ever. Turns out we're going in style.

"Bella, this is Marcus. Marcus, Bella."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." He winks and I realize he's the guy that delivered my boxes of awesome this afternoon. But before I can call him out, Edward ushers me into the back of his big, black SUV of mystery.

We snake in and out of awful city traffic. It's literally the only thing I dislike about living in a city.

We come to a stop. On the interstate.

"It looks like it's going to be a while, sir."

"Can you get to the next exit? We'll just have to go the back way." Edward sounds irritated.

"It's ok if we're not there right at seven. Alice will understand." I try to comfort him.

"It's not that, Isabella. Nothing is going right today. ..Except you…in that dress." He tilts his head towards me and I can't contain myself any longer. I reach up, put my hands on both sides of his face and pull him to me. I pause for a moment, waiting for a protest but more likely just to build up tension, before our lips collide. Instantly, I feel tingles throughout my body. My kisses are fast and frantic with Edward matching me in intensity. I'm clawing at the buttons on his tuxedo.

He tries talking while I am still attacking his face with my lips. "Bella….we have...mmph…We're….uhhhhh…there."

I pull back and pout. "Let's skip it. Alice will forgive us. She'll understand." I exaggerate the last word hoping he'll just go along.

"Who are you and where is my Bella?" Edward jokes, pulling back and straightening his shirt. I don't find it funny. Not at all.

What can I say? I've been holding out since out first kiss. We've got some built up tension. And he's been so patient…so very patient.

"We've been so good since, well you know. And that kiss is all I can think about. And my face is pretty much healed. Your dad said it was ok….err…sorry. I just…God Edward. You're my swan." I put my hands over my mouth so fast, Edward explodes with laughter.

"What? What…does…that…mean?" He manages to squeeze out in between fits of laughter.

"Never mind." I pout with absolutely no humor in my voice. I was not trying to be funny. Not. At. All.

Marcus pulls up to a building and quickly jumps out to open my door. I glare at Edward as I get out causing me to fall. Luckily Marcus catches me before I embarrass myself.

"We're late. Alice is going to kill us both." I shoot him one more dirty look before walking to the door. Then I stand there and wait for him to open it. I actually have no idea where we are going.

"I thought you said she would understand." He kisses my cheek before opening the door.

No worries, we actually arrive on time and Alice spares both of our heads.

"Oh. My. God. Bella! You look amazing! Red is definitely your color! Edward, your brothers are waiting over in a room that way." Alice points to a hall to the left. "Come on Bella. You have to help me get ready!"

"Alice, what are we getting ready for?"

A/N: So sorry this chapter was later than normal….lots going on over here. Anyway, PLEASE tell me what you think.

Any predictions for what Alice has planned? Comments? Love? Hate? Do we still want Edward POV's? Do we want other POV's? Let me know.