All I Want is Everything

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Chapter Nine: Near Hysterics

EPOV

I groaned, rolling over. Where was my phone? And who the hell was calling me?

"Hello, this is Edward," I answered groggily.

"Mr. Cullen, sorry to call this early but Barsuk Records is having trouble with their security system. They're demanding to speak with you," Greg, one of the security techs, informed me.

"Let them know I'll be there in four and a half hours, Greg."

"They won't be happy."

"Well, they're going to have to deal with it. I'm in Forks and it is going to take me time to drive all the way there."

"Is there any other way you can get here faster?"

"I'll see if my Star Commander connection can help me out and call you back."

I hung up and call Charlie. He was more than willing to arrange a transport for me. After calling Greg back, I hopped in the shower. I hoped I'd be back in time for mine and Bella's date. I already had reservation at a prestigious restaurant, which I am very happy is going to be used.

I left after writing a brief note to Bella and place it, along with a credit card, on the refrigerator.

BPOV

Edward was gazing lovingly into my eyes as he held our newborn daughter. "She's beautiful, Bella." His voice caught. He reached down into his pocket, pulling out a box. "A gift from the both of us. Happy Mother's Day."

I lifted the lid and found an emerald charm shaped as a girl. Tears filled my eyes. Lifting my hand, I touched his face. "Thank you."

Edward leaned down and kissed me gently. "I love you."

I stretched, smiling as the dream slowly faded. My lips were tingling. Stretching again, I got out of bed.

Edward's door was opening and his bed unmade. He must've just gotten up. Wandering downstairs and toward the kitchen, I found no one else up, at least not yet. Esme was in the kitchen making pancakes. "There's a note on the refrigerator for you, Bella," she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

I pulled the note off the refrigerator and heard something drop to the floor. Edward's familiar script greeted me as I knelt picking up a plastic card. Flipping it over in my hand, I found it was a platinum credit card with my name on it. "Uh, Esme, do you know the meaning of this?" I showed her the credit card.

"Looks like it's yours."

"I don't have a platinum card."

"What's the note say?"

I'd forgotten about the note.

Bella,

I'm afraid I'll not be going to rehearsal today. I received a call this morning about an unhappy client and needed to go to Seattle to handle things. Your dad is helping me out. Hopefully I'll be back by two.

We have reservation at eight in Seattle and will be staying the night there. So, pack an overnight bag.

I know rehearsal is only going 'til 10 today. Have Alice and Rosalie drive you to Port Angeles — I've sent them both messages — and please use the credit card I left you; it's tied to my account. The restaurant is fine dining and calls for dressy attire.

See you tonight.

Edward

"Eeeeee," Alice yelled, coming into the kitchen followed Rosalie.

"You got Edward's message," I said.

"Yes, we are so going shopping," Alice remarked. "I know just the dress."

"I have a dress, Alice. I just need shoes and, maybe, a clutch."

"You have a dress," Rosalie said shocked.

"Yes. I put it Alice's closet weeks ago."

"I saw no dress upstairs."

"It's the dress Edward sent me," I said, leading the way up to Alice's and Jasper's room. "Jasper is up."

"Yep, I'm up," he said coming out of the room, very chipper.

Alice brushed pass me into the room, throwing open her closet. "I still don't see anything new in here."

I chuckled. "Of course you don't."

I went to stand next to her. Reaching in, I pulled out a garment bag. Unzipping it, I show both her and Rosalie the contents.

"Wow," Rosalie breathed.

"He actually sent it to you. When?"

"The Friday of second weekend rehearsals," I answered. "He asked me to wear it to rehearsal that night, if I forgave him."

"For what?" Rosalie asked.

"He believed I broke up with him because he ruined this exact dress."

"Huh?" Alice questioned.

"The paint fight," I elaborated.

"All he did was duck," Rosalie and Alice said at the same time.

"Precisely, I waked in just as he did and Emmett hit me with the paint. Emmett found me later that night and apologized." I swiped at my eyes, but the unbidden tears still came.

"What's wrong?" Rosalie asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Tell us," Alice whispered. She, too, wrapped an arm around me.

I shook my head. A loud sob escaped.

"Uh," I heard Alice say.

"What you two do?" Emmett bellowed out in question.

"Nothing," Rosalie answered. "She just…"

"Come here, Bella," Emmett said, drawing me into his embrace. "Where's Edward?"

"Left to deal with a client," Alice answered. "And he won't be back until two."

"Call him, now." Emmett sat on bed and began rocking. "It's going be okay, Bella."

I just cried harder at his words. It was not going to be okay. I hadn't really cried when Grandmother died. I don't know why I was crying now.

"Distract her," Alice hissed.

"Hmm, how's your grandma?"

I wailed. He didn't know.

"Ouch! What I'd say?" His hold tighten on my. "Shit," he mumbled. "I'm no good at this."

EPOV

"Alice, this better be important," I snapped into the phone. She had called five times before I finally picked up. The client was not happy.

"Would I have called you so many times if it wasn't?" I had to give her that.

"What is it, Alice?" I asked, stepping further away from the client and into the hall.

"Bella…"

"What happened?" I asked, raising my voice slightly.

"She was showing me and Rosalie the dress she wants and she just started crying. We did nothing. I promise. Emmett is trying to calm her, but keeps saying the wrong things."

I rub a hand down my face. I should've sent Jasper; nothing I could do about that now. "Let me talk to her." Client be damned; Bella needed me, if I lost them, so be it.

"Bella," I heard Alice call. I could make out crying in the background.

"Mr. Cullen," an angry voice yelled.

To hell with this client, I thought as I walked further down the hall toward the door. I was just stretching my hand out to push open the door when it opened. Jasper.

"I'll handle this, Edward, and I'll explain the situation," he said as he passed. "You can think Charlie later," he threw over his shoulder.

I turned to see Jasper greet the client. "Mr. Blye, a family emergency has come up and I'm afraid my brother has to take care of it." He led Mr. Blye back into the conference room.

I still had my cell pressed to my ear. "She won't take the phone."

"Press it to her ear and keep it there no matter how she fights you."

"If she bites me, I'm dropping the phone."

"Have Emmett hold it then."

I waited and the weeping got louder. "Bella," I said softly. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing. I racked my brain for a way to break through to her. I pulled the phone away from my ear. Opening my texting app, I sent a quick message to Esme. I just hoped she had her phone near. I asked her to put CD of soothing music and flood each room with it. "I wish I was there to hold you, Bella. I know that's what you need right now. I'm not going to even try to convince you that things are going to be fine; honestly, I don't know if everything will be fine. Please, Bella, talk to me."

"I miss her," she whispered hoarsely.

Thank god. Now to figure out who she missed. "I know you miss her. It's okay to cry." Come on, Bella, give me some clue. She started bawling again.

"Shh, Bella, we know you miss your grandma," Emmett whispered.

Her grandmother? When had she died? Had she died? Charlie would've told me if she had. "Edward, she's too out of it and getting worse," Emmett told me.

I ran a hand over my face again. I looked at my watch. I had much to do to prepare for tonight. "I can't get back right now, Em."

"Why the hell not! Has Jasper not arrived?"

"He has."

"Then haul your ass back here," he hissed out.

"I can't, Emmett. I'm planning something special for tonight and I have a few things to finish up."

"She needs you."

"What would you have me do, Emmett? The faster I get off the phone with you, the faster I can get back." Once again, I ran a hand down my face. Bella was nearing hysterics. "Have Carlisle give her a mild sedative and then put her in my bed. I'll be back soon." I hung up, not giving him a chance to respond.

A/N: Edward has a very special night planned, so stay tune. I'll update as soon as I can.

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