I'm rather happy with how this chapter turned out :)

A huge thank you to Marie, for proofreading and editing the chapter! She's a star! :)


BPOV:

"And what do you have to eat more of?" the elder nurse asked my son with a smile, as she finished checking his blood pressure.

"Green veggies!" he replied, smiling up at her.

"Spot on." She chuckled, gathering up her equipment and walking towards me.

"I bet you're relieved to be able to take him home." She smiled kindly.

"Oh, indeed I am."

She patted my arm, before turning to wave at Mase, who returned it excitedly. Nurse Webber was his favorite, she'd always have a lollipop for him when Edward brought him to work.

She turned to walk out of the room before stopping abruptly and swiveling around to face me again.

"Oh, and good luck with you and Dr. Cullen," she whispered, sending me a wink, before she exited the room.

I stood still, thinking over what she'd said. 'Good luck with you and Dr. Cullen' ? Is it really that obvious to everyone that me and Edward still held a connection?

It was clear to me now, about Edward and I. I hadn't seen it before. Actually, scratch that, I'd seen it…I just didn't want to believe it. Alice and Rose had pointed it out to me on numerous occasions, yet I tried to bury it in the back of my mind. Tried to ignore it. Mainly because, deep down, I was scared. I was scared of wanting to be with him…Scared of us failing again.

I pushed my worries aside, trying to get my mind to think clearly. I was sure that I was still in love with him…and I wanted to be with him again. I wanted there to be an 'us' again.

In that moment, I only knew of one thing to do…and that was to tell him. To tell him how I really felt.

"Are you excited to be going home, buddy?" Edward asked, ruffling Masen's hair as we walked out of the hospital together.

"Very," Mase replied, wide eyed. "The food was yuck," he stated, his face twisting in disgust, causing both Edward and I to chuckle.

"Well, as soon as we get home, we'll get some proper food into you." I smiled down at him.

"Can we have pasta?" he asked looking up at me with hopeful emerald eyes.

"Sure we can."

"Can Daddy stay and have some, too?" he asked, that hopeful look still twinkling in his eyes. I looked up at Edward to see him staring down at his feet as he walked.

"Of course," I replied after a few seconds, my response causing Edward's head to shoot up in my direction. Mase simply cheered and continued walking, oblivious to the 'thank you' Edward had mouthed to me.


I stood in front of the sink, washing up the dishes after our meal. Edward had stayed for lunch and dinner…and I liked it. I liked having him around again, and it was blatantly obvious that Mase felt the exact same way.

"I win!" I heard my son shout from the living room.

Smirking to myself, I continued the task at hand as I listened to my son's laughs as Edward no doubt tickle tackled him.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Mase squealed, and suddenly I heard two sets of footsteps drawing closer to the kitchen.

"Guess who won?" Mase smirked, looking smug.

"This time." Edward poked his son playfully. "Guess who won, this time,"

"And the next time," Mase added defiantly with a firm nod of his head. "You ready for a rematch?" he challenged Edward, quirking his eyebrow at him.

"You're on, buddy." Edward grinned down at him. "How about you put your pajamas on first?"

"Good idea," I said, looking over my shoulder at my son, who obligingly agreed. "And don't forget to brush your teeth!" I called after him, before turning back to the sink.

The room was silent for a few moments, neither Edward nor I attempting to start conversation.

"Need a hand?" he suddenly asked, walking up to stand beside me.

I smiled kindly, grabbing a tea cloth and holding it out for him to take.

"I'll wash, you can dry,"

Like old times.

Edward's trademark crooked smile spread across his face. It was a smile that always made me weak in the knees, and this time was no exception.

We washed and dried in a rather comfortable silence before I spoke up.

"Mase seems happy tonight," I noted, scrubbing the remnants of tomato sauce off the plate.

"He's glad to be getting good food again," he chuckled in response, nudging my arm gently. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face, as I glanced at Edward from the corner of my eye.

"It's because you're here," I commented. "He's missed you,"

"I've missed him, too," he said fondly. "And you," he added in a whisper, causing my hand to stop mid scrub.

I looked up at Edward, our eyes immediately locking. We stood staring at each other for a few moments before I finally tore my eyes away from him, and began washing the plate in my hands.

"I'm sorry." I sighed after a moment, setting the final plate down and drying off my hands. "For everything that's happened between us," I added, noting Edward's puzzled expression.

Edward dropped the towel onto the counter and turned to face me. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about," he said to me softly, stepping closer to me. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes, as he reached out and gently took my hand in his, pulling me closer to him. We were so close…if I tilted my head up a little more, our lips would be touching. I was about to do just that when a little voice interrupted me, causing Edward and I to jump apart.

"Look what I found!" Mase said loudly, his eyes trained on a little figurine in his hands. "I've been looking for this for days!" He smiled, holding it up for us to see.

Well, that effectively ended that moment.


"He's out like a light." Edward laughed quietly, as he made his way down the stairs. He had just finished reading Mase a bedtime story, much to his delight.

"He's tired out." I smiled, leaning my head back against the sofa.

Edward slowly walked over and plunked himself down beside me, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. I stared up at him, admiring his perfect features.

"I need to ask you a question," he mumbled, opening his eyes. I sat up straighter on the couch, as I urged him to continue. His face suddenly turned serious, and he turned to face me completely. "Bells…I want you back," he stated simply. "I'm still in love with you."

His honest statement momentarily shocked me, I hadn't expected him to be that straightforward about it.

In my state of shock, I sat there, my mouth slightly hung open.

"Bells, we have a connection, and not just a connection, but the connection. The one people spend their whole life trying to find," he said to me, taking my hand in his. "I guess…I just need to know, if there's a chance for us?" His beautiful emerald eyes held nothing but hope and love.

I was at a loss for words. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him back, too. That there was a chance for us…but no words would come out of my mouth.

Instead, I flung myself forward, crashing my lips against his. He immediately moved his hand to the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him, as his lips moved perfectly with mine. Unable to resist, I brought my hands up and tangled them through his messy bronze hair – something I had missed doing.

When we finally broke away from each other for air, he placed his forehead against mine, a wide smile adorning his face.

"I want you back, too," I whispered to him breathlessly.


Finally back together ! :D Eep!

Possible lemon in the next chapter. Just a warning. I haven't totally decided yet. :P

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Until next time,

Niamh.