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BPOV

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Some dude with flowers," Emmett proclaimed. I looked up to see a gorgeous bouquet of yellow and pink roses being carried by none other than Edward.

"Edward," I squeaked as he walked toward me.

"Isabella," he responded glancing over at Emmett nervously.

"So, you're the infamous Edward I've heard so much about," Emmett stated.

"Yes," Edward said nodding.

"Well, I'm glad you could make it. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you," Emmett announced as he rolled up his sleeves. I could see Edward visibly flinch and swallow as Emmett approached him.

"Emmett!" I screamed. "Don't hurt him!"

"I'm only giving him what he deserves, Bella."

"No, please don't."

"He's right, Bella. I deserve to be hit," Edward stated. I looked at him in disbelief. Was he really just signing his death warrant?

"What are you talking about?" I inquired.

"Listen, Bella I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. If you'll give me a chance I'd really like to explain everything and start over. If that means having Emmett punch me then so be it." I stared at him not believing a word he said.

"So be it then," Emmett proclaimed right before he clocked Edward in the face. Edward went down fast and didn't even attempt to defend himself.

"Emmett! What the fuck!" I screamed glaring at him then looking back to Edward. "Edward, Edward, you okay? Can you hear me? Edward, are you alright?" I screeched. His nose was bleeding and was probably broken all thanks to my best friend.

"What? He said it was okay. You don't know how long I've waited to do that," Emmett said proudly as Rose appeared in the doorway with a confused look on her face. She looked between Emmett and me then to Edward.

"I'm guessing this is Edward," she stated not even fazed. "Did you really have to punch him?" she asked Emmett exasperated.

"What! He deserved it. He even said it was okay," Emmett protested. I rolled my eyes at both of them.

"Please help him to the couch. I'm going to get him some ice," I demanded before running into the kitchen and grabbing a hand towel. I wrapped some ice inside the towel and came back into the living room. I saw Emmett helping Edward up whispering something in his ear. All Edward did was nod in agreement. Emmett went from punching him in the face to whispering in his ear, strange.

I walked over and placed the towel gently on Edward's nose; he winced away from the pain momentarily, but then sighed and leaned back as I applied pressure. After cleaning up his nose a bit it didn't look as bad as it could have been. Emmett was a pretty big guy and had a good swing.

"JB, can I speak to you for a moment?" Emmett asked nodding in the direction of the hallway. I glared at him wondering what in the world he had to talk about. He was using my nickname so he obviously wanted something. I nodded curtly.

"Edward, can you hold this for a moment? I'll be right back okay?" He nodded, bringing his hands up to his nose and grabbing the towel from me.

I walked out into the hallway with Emmett, Rose close behind.

"Sorry I had to deck him Bells, but he asked for it and honestly the man's got some balls if you ask me," he pointed out.

"Is that why you called me out here to tell me that he's cool now because he let you punch him?" I inquired flabbergasted. I was ready to punch someone.

"No, no. I called you out here to tell you that Rose and I are going to head out. You guys obviously have some stuff to discuss and we need to get checked into our hotel room before too late."

"You guys know you can stay here or with my dad. He has plenty of room. You don't have to get a room somewhere," I insisted.

"It's alright, JB. Me and Rosie have some catching up to do." He emphasized this by waggling his eyebrows. "Besides, you seem like you guys need some time to catch up, too." He winked.

"Whatever," I huffed not needing to know the inner workings of my friend's dirty mind. "I'll give you guys a call later and maybe we can meet up this week? I can't believe you guys are in town!" I proclaimed excitedly, hugging them both.

"Yes, and for two weeks so we'll definitely plan something," Rose vowed.

"Absolutely," I assured grabbing them in hugs.

"Oh, and, Bells, don't be too hard on him okay? Maybe just hear him out?" Emmett proclaimed.

"Em, what the hell are you talking about? You just clocked the guy not even ten minutes ago and now you're asking me to go easy on him?" I asked confused.

"I know it's confusing but it takes balls to let someone punch them and then not even try to defend themselves. He obviously means it. That's all I'm saying." He leaned forward and gave me another hug. Rose nodded and kissed my cheek.

"We'll talk soon," she whispered and then they were gone and I was left to deal with Edward and his bloody nose. I really hoped I didn't have to take him to the hospital.

I walked back into the living room. Edward was now sitting up with the ice pack off his face, examining his nose with his fingers.

"Is it broken, you think?" I asked approaching him slowly.

"No, I don't think so. Your friend has a mean right hook, though," he admitted placing the icepack on the table.

"Yeah, sorry about that… he's a little overprotective of me," I explained sitting down next to him.

"I can tell," he answered leaning back. "Well, I think it'll just bruise. I'll have a swollen face for a while but that's okay. I asked for it," he advised.

"No, it's not okay!" I exclaimed. "He didn't have to punch you to prove a point."

"No, he did. And I'm glad he did. I respect him more now." I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Men, I'll never figure you guys out." I sighed rolling my eyes. Edward just chuckled at my response.

"So, I'm sorry to come over here unannounced. I just wanted to apologize to you for… well, for everything."

"Oh yeah. Thank you for my flowers by the way. They are beautiful." I grabbed them up and took them into the kitchen to put them in water.

"I wasn't sure what flowers were your favorites but these have special meanings," he murmured.

"Like what?" I inquired.

"You'll have to find out." He chuckled again.

"Or you can just tell me?"

"No, where is the fun in that?" I rolled my eyes again. "You seem to like to roll your eyes a lot," he observed.

"Well, when there's complete ridiculousness around it's hard not to," I snipped setting the flowers down on the table and sitting on the arm of the couch away from Edward. "Why are you here, Edward?" I asked.

He sat up straighter and turned toward me. "As I was saying when I got here, I'm sorry for everything. And if you'll give me a chance, I would love to explain and maybe start over." He looked over at me gauging my reaction.

"I'm not sure, Edward. What happened the last few weeks hasn't shown me anything different or anything good for that matter," I claimed.

"Please, I promise if you don't like what I have to say we'll find a way out of the arrangement. I just want to give us the proper chance to make this work."

"You've had the last few weeks to give us a chance." I sighed. Did he think I would just forget about Jane and the lack of phone calls for a week, then the incident in the club? I didn't think so.

"I know. I've been an asshole and I'll be the first to admit it, but I'd like a chance to explain. Can you give me that at least? Just talk? We can go somewhere public and you can leave whenever you want. I'll have Garrett wait by the exit." I pondered his plan. It didn't sound too bad but I needed time to figure it out.

"Can you give me some time? I need to think about it," I admitted.

"Absolutely, take all the time you need. I'll be here." He stood up and kissed my forehead. "Give me a call when you want to talk, okay?" And with that he was gone leaving me tons to think about.

Two days later I was sitting in Alice's kitchen having lunch.

"I don't know, Alice. He had time and he didn't even bother to call all week." I sat at her kitchen table and ate my sandwich.

Since Edward requested we meet up I've heard from practically everyone that I should give him a chance and it was quite annoying. Even Emmett called about meeting up and told me to give him a chance, him of all people.

"I mean, seriously, was it really that hard?" I looked over at Alice who was now looking down shyly. Something was up. "Alice, what do you know?" I asked.

"Don't be mad," she warned and I knew what I was about to hear I wasn't going to like.

"Alice, tell me," I urged.

"Well, Mom and I told Edward not to contact you. Not until the shit with Kate was over with. Mom had to have a conversation with her and make sure that she understood her place. She asked Edward to keep his distance from you until everything was squared away with her just in case she decided to go psycho again."

"What the hell are you talking about, Alice?" I inquired. Was that the crazy, screaming chick I heard in the background when he called?

"Kate. She came over to Edward's the night of your dinner. I'm not sure how she knew, but she knew you guys had plans and she flipped. She wanted to ruin his plans. That's why she went over there when she did. We figured she'd continue to try ruining any plans you guys set up so Mom requested that Edward not plan anything with you so we could get control of her." I listened and tried to understand everything she was telling me.

"Who is Kate?" I asked cautiously. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know.

"You should probably talk to Edward about her," she instructed, yet someone else who wanted me to talk to him. I wanted to talk to him before but then he'd ignored me for so long, but I guess this would explain why.

"But why couldn't he call me at least then? What kept him from doing that?" It only took two seconds to call and say let's plan something soon. Or tell me he had something come up and he couldn't do anything for a while. I would've understood. Or at least I'd like to think I would've.

"Mom thought it best that he just text and not call. She was afraid that if he'd call he'd plan something with you without having Kate being taken care of. Or he'd say something in the heat of the moment and upset you. He was pretty upset about the whole situation. I'm sorry," she replied looking down again.

"You realize that you interfered too much, right? I was sitting there waiting to hear from him and hearing nothing, thinking the worst," I expressed, standing up from the table, grabbing my empty plate.

"I know and I'm sorry. We thought we were helping."

"Alice, I love you both, you know that. You're like a sister to me and Esme is my mom for all intents and purposes but please don't get involved again," I begged.

"Okay." She nodded looking at me. I knew that look. She felt bad but it didn't mean that she wouldn't meddle again.

Later on that day I finally decided to call Edward. I got his number again from Alice. I had deleted it before because I was so angry at him. It only rang twice before he picked up.

"Bella," he answered sounding tired.

"Hey, did I wake you?" I looked at the clock and realized it was only eight o'clock.

"No, no. It's just been a long few days. I was hoping you would call me."

"Yeah," I mumbled not sure how to continue the conversation.

"So, are you able to talk?" he asked hopefully.

"Okay," I responded lamely.

"You decide when and where, but it'll me my treat," he urged. I decided to start at a small café that way there wouldn't be too many people if things got ugly.

"Do you know the Grand Lux Café on Michigan Ave?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Tomorrow at one o'clock. I'll meet you there," I decided waiting to hear his objection.

"Okay, see you then." He paused before murmuring, "Good bye, Isabella," then disconnected the call.

Diamonds have the highest tensile strength of any material; however, that doesn't quite translate into the strongest, as diamonds have numerous cleavage panes which support crack propagation.

I was hoping that we had the strength to make it through this.

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