Eh. Sorry, it took so long.

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I woke up with a start, Edward was coming home today and I felt absolutely giddy. I was probably one of happiest people in the world right now, aside from Elizabeth and Edward.

School had been out for about a week now, and Edward was initially supposed to come home last week, but he had gotten an infection, so Doctor Crowley had kept Edward for another week.

Yesterday, Rose, Elizabeth and I had cleaned and Lysoled and bleached just about every part of the Masen's house. And then we had Emmett and Charlie move around some of the furniture to make things more accessible for Edward…

Ha! Edwards coming home today, I am soooo excited. I practically have ADD today, and I can't focus on anything at all. I wonder if this is what it's like to be all chalked up on Red Bull? Or Monster? Or Energy Star?

The phone rang, and I practically skipped over and picked it up.

"Bella?"

"Elizabeth. Ah I'm so excited!"

"I know sugar I am too. I was just making sure that you could go to the grocery store, this morning."

"Definitely, I'm about to leave the house actually."

"Wonderful. I'm on my way to the hospital, right now, so that I can get Edward out of that bloody place. So I should see hopefully see you before noon."

"Sounds good. See you in a bit Liz."

"Bye Bells."

X

It was nearing eleven, and I just finished putting all the groceries up, as well as making a quick lunch. That is if you consider a quick meal, sub sandwiches, tea and lemonade, a pie and sliced watermelon, quick. I do.

And now, I was desperately waiting Edward's arrival. Desperately.

I tried watching TV, there was nothing on. Literally, the rain sometimes messes with the cable, and today just happened to be one of those days. I was going to do dishes, but I apparently had already washed them, dried them and put them away. I started to vacuum, the family room, but decided that that was pointless considering we had used the rug doctor yesterday.

I then began pacing. Oh my gosh! When were they going to get here? It's been like a million hours.

I then got bored passing in the family room, and so I began walking around the house. I walked by Edward's room and noticed his ancient treadmill that he had bought at a garage sale. He had insisted that it was essential for every baseball player.

I suppose…that I could jog on that for a minute or so. Just for about ten minutes, I told myself, so I would be off before Edward and Elizabeth arrived.

I quickly took my jeans off, and put some of Edward's shorts on and hopped on the treadmill. It took forever for the damn thing to turn on, so that I could set my pace and incline.

I had been running for about five minutes, when I noticed that my arms were covered in a light sheen of sweat. Ew. I began glancing around the room, for an abandoned towel or shirt or something that I could wipe my sweat off with. Not seeing any, I rolled my eyes and wiped my arm off on my forehead.

Bad idea.

The sweat that was originally on my arm was now on my forehead and was currently moving at a very quick rate towards my eyes. I started to jab my finger into my eye, to prevent the sweat from getting lodged in there, but I was too late.

It began to burn. "Damn it…Argh."

I blindly (as my eyes stung, I was unable to open them) jabbed at the machines off switch. I couldn't find it. I was about to cry.

"Bella?"

My eyes instantly opened wide and I saw Edward, my Edward standing in his doorway, looking at me. I then came to a complete standstill. I suddenly felt myself being propelled backward, instead of forward, towards Edward, which was where I wanted to go.

I being the genius AP student that I am, forgot that I was on a moving treadmill and felt myself being hurled toward the floor.

"Jesus Bella." I heard.

It burnt. It burnt so bad.

I opened my eyes and saw Edward slowly making his way over to me. I blinked and felt the tears come streaming down my face. Edward crouched down next to me, and looked at one of my legs.

"Well, you definitely tore the back of your leg up."

He showed it to me, and I winced. There was an ugly skid mark on the back of my calf.

He ran his thumb under both of my eyes and wiped my tears and then asked me if I could stand up.

I nodded, as I attempted to hold back another sob, and I stood up.

"Good, because I'm hungry."

I smiled. "Lets go get you some food."

Edward escorted me to the kitchen, where Elizabeth was setting the table.

"Hey Bella!" Elizabeth said, she then glanced at me and gasped. "Oh, Bella, your bleeding! What happened?"

"The treadmill happened."

"I told you to get rid of that old thing years ago."

I just stood there, trying not to inhale too much, so that I wouldn't smell the blood.

"Do you want me to clean it up?" Edward asked, although it had taken me some time to realize that he was talking to me, and not his mother.

"It's okay, I can take care of it. Why don't you eat something."

"Yes Edward why don't you eat something. Bella made us some sandwiches And there's some fruit and some chips…" Elizabeth said jumping into the conversation.

"It's okay mom, I'll eat in a second."

"Edward just go eat, and relax." I said sighing.

"Yes, just take it easy for a couple of days." Elizabeth added.

"Is this what this is all about? I can't put a band-aid on Bella's leg because that wouldn't be 'taking it easy'? The doctor said that I was okay mom. That's why he let me come home."

"I realize that Edward. I was there when he told us." Elizabeth snapped.

"So what type of sandwich do you want Edward. I made Turkey, Ham, I have BLT…" I said trying to avoid an argument.

"I'll eat after I clean your leg up."

"I can clean my own leg up Edward! It's okay."

"But, I always get to put the band-aids on you."

He looked uncertain all of sudden. As though he was no longer sure what his role was. That's when I got a good look at him. His weight loss was blatantly obvious; the bags under his eyes were so defined. His hair had lost all of it's sheen. (A/N: I couldn't let Edward lose his hair to chemo. It would have been a sin.)

"Fine!" I blurted out. "You can put the damn band-aid on, just eat a sandwich or something first. Deal?"

"Yeah."

Elizabeth smiled a somewhat shaky smile.

"Is turkey okay Edward?" Elizabeth asked.

Edward nodded.

I really hope that all of our conversations weren't this retarded. Edward sat down at the kitchen table and allowed Elizabeth to serve him a sandwich, and I hobbled over to the sink so that I could wipe the blood off my leg.

X

Edward was napping know. Apparently eating and putting a band-aide on my leg tired him out.

Elizabeth looked exhausted. As in completely worn out. I chuckled.

She looked at me and smiled. "It's good to have him home huh? Even if he is a handful."

I grinned. "It's wonderful to have him home again. I'm so glad things worked out Liz. I don't know what I would have done if…." I trailed off, sure that Elizabeth would pick up on what I was trying to convey.

"I would have been completely lost too Bella."

We stood together in the kitchen grinning at each other. And looking over-excited.

"Well, I'm going to go check on Edward really quick make sure he's doing okay," Elizabeth said for the tenth time in the hour.

I knew that she was making sure that he was breathing each time she 'checked on him.'

"How about I go this time," I suggested.

She looked panicked, and eyes became big and then slowly they shrank back to their normal size.

"Sure." She said slowly.

I smirked mentally. Elizabeth was going to be a basket case, the next couple of weeks.

I walked into Edward's room, without being disturbed by the door, that was normally closed (Elizabeth wouldn't let Edward close the door incase he "needed her" or something).

I looked at Edward just laying there on his bed; sleeping. And I started crying.

There was a part of me, that was scared that I would never be able to see Edward sleeping on his own bed again, scared that I would never be able to see Edward leave the hospital.

But seeing him in his room in his house, made me ridiculously happy.

I brushed my tears away and I climbed onto Edward's bed, and lay down next to him. I had just come gotten comfortable when I heard footsteps in the hallway outside of Edward's room. I opened one of my eyes and saw Elizabeth peeking into the room, gazing intently at Edward… making sure he was still breathing.

Once she was certain, that Edward was still alive, she walked away and I closed my eyes, so that I could take a nap next to my Love.

Sorry it's short. I'll have Chapter Eleven up before Saturday. Promise. Review Please!

I think that i might have deleted it. Perhaps. Lo Siento.