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Couples Therapy

A Chance Maybe?

BPOV

After closing the door in Edward's face I went straight back into the living and slumped onto the couch. That guy had some nerve showing up here again when I told him I didn't want to see him. I mean what did he expect from me after the way he'd treated me for the past year? Did he really think that I'd just open my arms and welcome him back? He needed to get his head checked if he did.

I won't lie to myself. I missed him. I missed him like crazy but all he achieved by showing up uninvited was make me more confused about things. I never could concentrate when he was around and I needed more time to get my head straight.

And another thing, if he thought for one second that I was going to fall for his threat of staying out in the cold until I agreed to talk to him, then he was even more mentally retarded than I first thought.

There was no way such a pathetic warning was going to inspire sympathy.

No siree.

I tried my best to get into whatever was on the T.V, desperately trying to refrain from looking towards the door as my curiosity began to build. The blizzard outside showed no signs of letting up and continued to send whistling sounds through the air.

It took all of ten minutes before I got up and slowly walked towards the front door.

I glanced through one of the high windows that were at either side of the door and closed my eyes briefly in disbelief. The crazy fuck was actually sat on the porch moving backwards and forwards in a lame attempt to keep warm.

I don't fucking believe this.

I opened the door angrily and the bitter cold momentarily took my breath away. "What are you, fucking crazy?"

He continued to move back and forth. "I n-n-need to t-t-talk to you." The shivers had clearly set in already.

"Edward, you'll kill yourself," I scolded. "Go home!"

"N-no. This is m-m-my h-h-home."

Wrong answer.

"Fine," I said before shutting the door on him again. There was no way I was giving in to him that easily, he was taking the nature of my heart for granted yet again. The fucking prick.

I went to sit back on the couch, the warmth coming from the open fire much needed after temporarily feeling the cold. Outside the wind was picking up every second and no matter how hard I tried, my mind would not allow me to forget that Edward was out front sitting in it. I know I was acting like a complete bitch but he deserved at least some of it didn't he?

In the end the guilt came through thick and fast. That was always one of my biggest problems. I was too fucking soft all the time.

Another ten minutes later and I was yanking open the front door again. I noticed he was no longer moving forwards and backwards, just hunched over with his arms tucked in shivering madly.

"Get in the fucking house!" I said hatefully. He gave no indication that he'd heard me. "Edward!"

He turned slightly and looked as though he was desperately trying to say something only he couldn't; he couldn't even string two words together. Great. It would seem Hypothermia was starting to kick in.

I stepped closer to him and grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling it harshly. He tried to stand but to no avail, so in the end he almost crawled through the doorway into the house. If it wasn't for the situation and my anger at present, I might have laughed, he looked truly pitiable. When he was clear he managed to sit himself up against the wall, jumping slightly when I slammed the door closed.

"Are you out of your mind?" I shouted at him hotly, I knew he wouldn't be able to reply just yet but I was pissed off right now. "No really Edward, are you out of your fucking mind?"

"I'm s-s-sorry."

The little shit still knew how to pull at my heartstrings. Damn him. "Can you make it into the living room whilst I go get you a cover?" I asked snottily, I couldn't let him know I was worried out of my mind.

Edward didn't say anything but just nodded slowly, he was still shivering like crazy when I left him to go fetch a blanket from upstairs.

By the time I got back to him he had already made it near the fire. He was sat with his back leant up against one of the armchairs, his hands rubbing the side of his arms as he tried to warm himself up.

I threw the blanket at him harshly and then went to stand by the other side of the fire. There was silence for a few minutes as his body got use to the warmth, and as I desperately tried my best not to look too concerned.

After a while I spoke. "What the hell were you thinking?" He looked up at me as if he was too scared to speak, his silence making me feel even angrier. "Edward?"

"I had to see you ok," he said softly. "It's been the longest three weeks of my life, Bella."

"I told you I wasn't ready to see to you," I said pissed off.

"I know."

"Then why didn't you stay away?"

"Because I couldn't any longer!" he replied in a raised voice. "It's been three fucking weeks and this…not talking to each other isn't solving anything and you know it. Bella, you can't avoid me forever."

"You see that's where you're wrong; I can do whatever the hell I want. You lost the right to have a say in what I do with my life the very second you decided to stick your dick down another woman's throat!" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Anyway, shouldn't you be at work?" I asked bitingly. "After all it is after six, don't you have like another five hours left or something?"

He looked down in shame. "Good one," he muttered sourly.

I sighed heavily. "What do you want from me, Edward?"

He slowly stood up and dropped the blanket to one side. "I want you to talk to me."

"We've said everything we needed to say to each other," I told him dangerously.

"No, we haven't."

"Ok fine," I spat getting very impatient. "Speak."

He ran a hand through his hair; he always did when he was nervous about something. "Bella, I want us to fix this."

"I didn't break anything, Edward," I pointed out icily. "You did this to us, not me."

He put his hands on his hips and sighed heavily. "I know. And I know that you being pissed at me right now is your god given right." He cleared is throat. "Just, please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"Make it up to me?" I repeated in disgust. He had some nerve. "You're making it sound like you forgot our anniversary. Edward, you cheated on me!"

"Bella-"

"And don't you dare try and defend your actions by saying that a getting a blowjob isn't technically cheating, because I swear to god, that'll just make things worse!"

"I wasn't going to say that," he said quietly.

"Yeah right."

"I'm really trying here." His voice sounded broken.

"Try harder."

He took a step closer to me and I took one back, I couldn't handle him being close to me right now. I watched as the hurt flashed across his face at my action, and was pissed off when I realised that it still affected me to see him in pain, no matter how much he had bought it on himself.

His eyes bored into mine. "I don't want to lose you."

I exhaled loudly. "Edward."

"Look, I know that this is all my fault, and I wish I could blame all of what's happening between us on what I did and what I thought I saw between you and Jake, but you know as well as I do that our problems started before any of that."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Which again, was all of your doing."

"I know."

"Is there a point to this?"

We had already established that he'd fucked up what I thought was our perfect life, and I was beginning to get impatient.

He soon answered me. "You asked me earlier if I should still be at work."

"So?"

"I talked to my boss today and told him that I needed some time away from the place. I also told him that I wasn't prepared to work the hours I have been working any longer. "

"Wow," I snorted. "It only took you two years to finally have that little chat with him?"

"I'm trying to put things right."

Fuck you if you think I'm going to make this easy for you.

"Well I hope that my existence didn't have an affect on any decision you made to work less hours, I mean it's not like you should care what I think."

I saw his jaw tense at my comment. "How can you say that?"

"Because I can't remember the last time you did consider me when it came to anything in your life."

"I'm always thinking of you." He said it like he genuinely believed it. What a prick.

"You stopped caring about what I thought a long time ago," I pointed out.

"You know that's not true," he frowned.

"Whatever," I said trying to sound bored. "So you cut back your hours. What do you want a medal?"

I saw him roll his eyes tiredly, and I could tell that it was talking everything that he had not to blow up out of frustration.

"No," he said sharply. I watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting the tone he had just used. He took a deep breath and met my eyes. "I just wanted you to know I understand now that I was wrong. About everything."

I folded my arms across my chest. "Well, I'm glad you finally realise that. But it doesn't change anything, Edward."

His face again distorted in pain. "What do you think will?"

I could feel tears form in my eyes as I though about the question he just asked. It was something that had been confusing my brain for the last few weeks. Yes, he had broken my trust. Yes, he had virtually destroyed our marriage, but, was it irreparable? I still didn't have the answer and that was the only reason I hadn't yet filed for divorce. It was also the reason I didn't want him around me whilst I was trying to figure it out.

Edward always did cloud my thinking process, even when we happy. It was the just the affect he had on me.

I knew that I still loved him, that was never going to change no matter how much I had wanted it to recently, but I certainly didn't trust him anymore. And because trust was one of, if not, the key to a successful relationship, I really couldn't see how we could make it work.

So I shook my head and gave him the only honest answer I could. "I don't know."

I saw him bite his lip in a few moments of silence. I knew he wanted to ask me something, but it was as if he was afraid to. Finally he spoke. "Do you…do you still…?" he stuttered with his words.

"Do I what?" I asked with annoyance.

He looked me straight in the eye. "Do you still love me?"

Bastard.

I had a choice. I could lie just to see pain like he caused me mar his still gorgeous face or, I could tell the truth and weaken the defences I had put up around me the past few weeks. The truth was that I still loved him like crazy, but he had hurt me so badly that I didn't know whether I'd ever be able to forgive him for it. I certainly didn't want to make him think that love was the only thing that mattered. Whoever came up with that line couldn't have had there heart ripped to shreds.

My good natured self came to the only sensible conclusion it could, as I remembered the wise tag of a movie I saw years ago.

Fear will hold you prisoner. Hope will set you free.

It wasn't going to be easy, but I had to believe that things could get better, no matter how terrified I was right now. It was going to be one hell of a ride. It would take time. It may possibly end in even more tears, but I had to be honest.

Lies and secrets were what got us into this mess to begin with.

I met his gaze and took a deep breath. "Yes, I still love you."

A small smile started tugging at his lips and I heard him his breath hitch. "You do?" he choked.

"I do," I said quietly. "It's not like its something that I can switch off, no matter how much easier that would make things. But I don't know whether I will be able to forgive you for you what you've done. You still need to give me time to figure that out."

"Ok," he nodded furiously. "Ok, I can do that."

I broke eye contact with him. "Maybe you should go now." He didn't say anything but I could still feel his eyes on me. "I think we've talked enough for today."

He finally spoke. "You got it." I heard his footsteps slowly begin to retreat, and I watched as he walked away only to see him stop and look at me once more. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asked.

I thought about it for a while. "Ok."

He gave me a grateful smile and then finally left.

I had still had no idea what to do. But one thing was for sure, I wasn't ready to end my marriage just yet.

I'm sure that most would think I was nuts and that I should've kicked his ass to the curb as soon as I found out what he did, but something was holding me back. Maybe it would end in divorce eventually, I wasn't sure, but as long as I felt like this, it wasn't the time for rash decisions. I decided there and then that I would have to take each day as it came.

CT

APOV

Jasper and I were at Carlisle and Esme's, not ones to refuse late dinner when it was offered to them on a plate. The least we could do was wash up afterwards. Or load the dishwasher.

"So do you think she's killed him yet?" Jasper asked me.

"Of course not," I replied. "She's too much of a good heart."

"Yeah, he sure fucked up."

I looked at him confused. "Weren't you the one who said 'all he did was get his dick sucked,' which by the way I care too much for?"

Jasper just laughed at me. "Honey, I said that to wind Rosalie up. No other reason. I don't condone what he did at all but I just love making Rose mad."

My fiancé was naughty at times. "I should've known."

"Look, Edward's made a mess of things, but you're right when you say they both need our support," he said. "Rosalie just loves to be mad at everyone from time to time, I think she could ease up on him just a tad."

I thought of my sister's recent behaviour. It was understandable but her comments and constant picking on Edward wasn't helping things. It wasn't like I didn't think Edward didn't deserve a rough ride, but I was sure that Bella would take care of that. I also didn't want things to be awkward should Bella decide to stay with Edward and give him another chance, a decision that if she took I'm sure Rosalie would have something to say about.

My family adored Bella, and was thrilled when she married my brother, but we had to come to terms with the fact that she could end it between them if she couldn't find a way pass my brother's betrayal.

Edward sure was an idiot at times. This was clearly the biggest mistake of his life.

The man in question just walked into the kitchen and looked visibly happier than he had in weeks.

"How did it go?" I asked quickly.

"Better than I expected," he answered.

Jasper dried his hands with a towel. "Well, what happened? Don't leave us in suspense."

"I don't really wanna say," he said quietly.

"Why not?" I asked.

"If Bella wants to say, she will in her own time." Edward shrugged. "I guess I just don't wanna tempt fate."

"But things were better?" I checked.

"It was a step in the right direction," he said coyly.

Jasper looked satisfied with my brother's reply. "Well, she didn't kill you. That's a start right?"

"R-i-ght," Edward nodded, though it looked as if he was hiding something.

Did that lame ass answer mean she could have killed him had she had half a chance? Nah, Bella would never be able to see him suffer in such a way, no matter how much he may have deserved it right now. And he did just say that the things were getting a bit better.

Finally.

CT

I do apologise for the chapters being so short, it's the only way at the moment that I can update regularly. I really hope you bear with me, and thank you for being so patient.