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Well this is what you have been waiting for…..THE HOUSE RULES! (Dun dun dunnn.)

Bella continued to chat with Carlisle and Esme, she offered to help out around the house when she wasn't working with Edward, saying it's what 'family' does. Soon the sky was beginning to darken.

The kitchen smelled wonderful, Pork steaks, mashed potatoes and vegetables were lay out on the table.

"Isabella, would you mind going and informing the others, that dinner is ready please?"

Carlisle explained where Emmett's and Alice's rooms where, "I would try Emmett's first, as Alice is usually in there with him."

She ran up the steps passing hers and Edward's rooms first, all was quiet so she decided to leave him till last.

Stopping outside Emmett's room, she heard the unmistakable sound of Alice's laughter filter through the door. Knocking gently and the door swung open, "Izzy, Bear got this new game he was showing me how to play it, come look." As Alice beckoned her in, she looked over at Emmett for permission, who promptly nodded.

"What are you playing?" she sat down behind her, looking over her shoulder.

"It's called Mousetrap," she pointed to all the little pieces on the board, "I turn this bit here," she informed her as she turned the cog, her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth in concentration.

She jumped as the boot kicked the bucket, causing the ball to fly down the steps and around the canal, tipping the man onto the diving board and into the bath, she cheered as the trap scuttled down the plastic holder and over the mouse.

"You do know you have to go round the board first, right?" Emmett laughed.

"Aww... no fun."she pouted.

"Of course it is, maybe we could play a game after dinner?" Bella suggested.

Alice jumped up and down grabbing Bella's hand, Emmett sat back amazed of how at ease she felt around her, maybe he had been wrong to assume she wasn't the right person for the job.

"Maybe we could all play?" Bella enquired. Alice looked up at her and then at her brother.

Emmett nodded, "Sure thing squirt, let's go tell Mum and Dad."

Alice didn't need telling twice, she was out of the door.

"Bella erm.. yeah... I'm sorry I gave you a hard time yesterday, I'm just very protective especially of squirt there," he thumbed out of his door.

"Its fine, I would be too. I hope we can become friends?"

Emmett pretended to think about her suggestion tapping his chin, before smiling.

They chatted about films and music as they walked downstairs, Emmett stopped in the kitchen doorway.

"We expecting guests Mum?" he asked.

Esme shook her head, "No, just your brother." She glanced over to Bella and smiled.

"No way is he going to join us, not unless you've refused to take him his dinner?"

It was Bella's turn to smile sheepishly, looking down at the table.

"Wait! You have told him he isn't getting dinner in his room, haven't you?" he chuckled.

Esme let out a long breath, "Your Father is just telling him now."

Carlisle stood outside of his son's door wondering how he'd managed to get the short straw. Knocking gently, he entered the room to find Edward hunched over his desk, scribbling away in his diary. Sensing his presence, he looked at his dad, who unless it was medication time rarely visited him.

Looking at his watch he closed his diary and sat, waiting to see what he wanted.

"Dad?"

"Now, Son I'm not sure how to tell you this, so I'm just going to come right out and say it."

"Okkay?"

"If you wish to have dinner, you will have to come down to the kitchen." He let out a long breath waiting for his son's reaction.

"Excuse me?"

Carlisle rounded his shoulders, "You heard. If you want dinner, you come down.

"Why?" Edward demanded, wheeling himself around to face his dad.

"New rules," he smiled, placing a piece of paper on his desk just before he left he sighed turning to his son.

"You used to love helping mum in the kitchen, you were her little shadow, I always knew wherever Esme was you weren't far behind."

And he closed the door.

Edward picked up the paper and read it out loud.

New house rules.

All rules have been passed by Dr and Esme Cullen and drawn up by Isabella Swan for the care of Edward Masen.

#1 All meals to be eaten with the family, or not at all unless Patient is having a bad pain day, Patient will not be starved but given a piece of fruit or build up drink in accordance to his medication regime.

#2 Patient will be out of his room by 10 am every morning and not allowed back in until the earliest 7 pm, unless Dr and Mrs Cullen determine that the patient is in need of rest.

#3 Patient will start each day in the pool, no excuses as it is heated and has been accommodated for Patients needs.

#4 Patient will spend at least one hour in the garden weather permitted.

#5 Patient will spend at least one hour a day in his sisters or brothers room.

#6 Patient will spend up to an hour doing physiotherapy and/or therapy session with his carer.

#7 Spare time will be spent doing something constructive/positive.

Edward screwed the paper up and tossed it into his bin, he wheeled himself over to his bed and switched on his television. He scoffed at Bella's rules, he knew it was only a matter of waiting; his mum would never allow him to miss a meal.

He glanced at his alarm clock... 6:45.

Esme looked at her watch for as many times, in as many minutes, whilst picking at her dinner.

"Mum, he won't starve," Emmett smiled, winking at her.

"Who won't starve?" Alice asked, her mouth full of food.

"Scooby Doo," quipped Bella, causing Carlisle to almost choke on his pork.

"Huh?" laughed Alice.

"Scooby snacks, you know Ruh Roh." she did probably the worst impression of Scooby Doo, making the whole table erupt into laughter; laughter that Edward could hear from his room.

He glanced at the clock... 7:15 pm

His stomach rumbled in protest.

7:30 pm...

8:57 pm... and finally the door knob turned.

"About time I'm starving," he grumbled, as his father walked into his room carrying a tray, with an apple, a cup of water and his pills.

"Dad?"

Carlisle placed the tray on the table offering him the apple, Edward took it turning it around in his hand.

"She's serious, isn't she?" he mused, taking a bite from the apple.

"Very," answered his father.

Edward nodded, taking his pills and his water, "Yeah, well we'll see how strong she is, when I start to starve." He wheeled himself back to his desk plugging his earphones in.

Carlisle chuckled to himself, he had a feeling his son knew he was underestimating Isabella, but he would put up a fight, as he closed the door and made his way back down to the kitchen.

He repeated what his son had said, Bella chuckled; she knew that when she put the rule in place that she was in for a fight.

Game night was postponed to another time as Alice had fallen asleep in Carlisle's arms cuddled up on the sofa.

Edward glanced at the clock on his bedside table... 10:15 pm.

He was tired and wanted to go to bed, but his Mum usually helped him to get comfortable, so he didn't wake stiff and sore in the morning, she also applied his cream to his scars to moisturise them. He heard laughter in the hallway, then his door suddenly opened. He expected to feel angry when it was his carer that entered, but instead he felt a tinge of excitement, an unwelcome feeling he had begun to experience whenever he thought about her.

"About time," he chastised, "I'm tired."

Bella ignored his smart remark and headed for the bathroom to collect his cream, returning she was pleased to see Edward had removed his shirt again, these small actions were improvements, he was making himself independent again by being stubborn.

Momentarily her eyes drank in this beautiful body, as she watched him pull himself onto the bed.

Edward watched as she moved closer towards him, for the first time he looked at her, really looked at her. She was tiny, her brown hair flopped over her eyes, oh those eyes...deep, brown pools..

Wait?;brown orbs!

Their eyes locked for an infinitesimal moment, before both looking away.

"Try not to get cream everywhere," Edward admonished her. She merely nodded and knelt beside the bed opening the pot.

Edward watched her intently, feeling slightly guarded, as she brought her hand closer to his side, no one other than his doctors and family had ever touched his scars. Trembling, as Bella gently massaged the cream into his body, he could feel himself becoming aroused at the feel of her fingertips, as they dipped below his waistband.

"Have you finished?" he asked bitterly.

Bella looked at him, she knew that look, she didn't need to see the obvious bulge in his sleep pants to know that he was uncomfortable with these feelings. Placing the top back onto the cream, she helped him get comfortable in his bed, before replacing the cream into the bathroom.

"Night," she whispered, as she left.

Edward rubbed his stinging eyes with the palms of his hands, wondering what the hell was happening to him?

How dare this person drift into his life and make it even more complicated than it already was.

How dare she make him feel, he didn't want to feel anything, feeling something, anything.

This meant he was very much alive, and that he was prone to being hurt again. Something he would never allow to happen.

His heart sank as he remembered Angela, he had loved her, they'd been together for so long up until the accident, even through his lust for 'her' he had loved Angela, he didn't deserve to love anyone so pure.

Why did this new stranger stir such feelings in him?

"Morning, rise and shine!" Bella cheered, as she stalked across Edwards room to open his bedroom curtains. She turned to see if she had woken him, her breath catching in her throat, she was never going to get tired of seeing him half naked. He was lying on his back, his bedclothes only partly covering him, and her eyes were drawn to the sweet V that crept under the waistband of his pyjama pants.

Shaking her head she focused on a new day.

"Wakey Wakey!"

Edward groaned, and she took a tentative step back as sleepy eyes found her.

"What time is it?" groaned Edward, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Its 8am, up you get, we have a busy day today," she informed him, as she pulled back the covers and left him to wake up, she started the shower.

Edward blinked his eyes, was she really in his room at 8 am, or was he still dreaming? The sounds of singing from the bathroom answered his question, pushing up onto his elbows, he could just make out her outline shrouded with steam.

Edward tried not to notice that she was wearing skinny jeans, and a fitted white t shirt with Scooby doo emblazoned on it, with the infamous quote 'Ruh Rho' across the bottom.

"What the hell are you doing, where's my Mum?"

"She's finishing off breakfast," she answered, not looking at him, as she pulled out some clean clothes and tossed them on the bed.

"You ready?" she asked grabbing a towel.

"Ready?"

Bella shook her head, either Edward really wasn't a morning person or he was being purposely obtuse.

"Shower?" she pointed towards the bathroom..

"I can do it myself, just wheel me in and I'll shower." Edward snapped.

"Really because after the incident the other day, I thought you may need help?" she cocked an eyebrow, awaiting Edward's reaction.

He groaned as he pulled himself into his wheelchair, quickly wheeling himself through to the bathroom. He was determined to actually get into the shower by himself although he knew he would struggle. Bella watched the determination in his face as he pulled himself up with the support bars, but his hand slipped on the shiny metal, she caught him under his arms.

"I can do this," Edward snapped, Bella released him, holding her hands up in defence. Twenty minutes later, Edward was sat straddling the shower bench panting, his hands and head on the cool tiles.

"So, you going to just stand and stare, or am I actually going to get washed?" Edward hissed.

She filled the sponge with body wash and began to massage his shoulders, moving down his sides and then up his back in a circular motion. She repeated this several times, "Lean forward and rinse your back off."

Edward did as he was told, the mixture of the hot water and her small soft hands over his body caused the knot in his stomach to stir once more. Her hands pushed their way through his hair, blunt nails scratched his scalp and he couldn't help the whimper that left his lips.

"Turn around and let me wash the front." Bella broke into his moment.

"No! I can do that myself, just pass me the body wash."

She sighed, "Why have you always been so god-damn difficult If you can do things for yourself?"

Edward shrugged, he began to feel ashamed of his previous behaviour.

She left him to wash his front then turned off the water and passed him the towel, she helped him from the shower to his bathroom chair "Cover up and shout me when you're dry," she turned and left him

She looked around the stark room, some of the wallpaper was brighter than the others showing he once had posters up, but of what she wondered?

"I'm ready," a breathless voice said behind her. Bella turned towards him to see he was sat in his wheelchair, covered only by the towel.

"Get on the bed then, I'll go get the cream."

She applied his cream to his scars not touching any part of his skin for too long, the sudden sexual tension was uncomfortable, she was there to do a job and be a friend...that was it.

"Ok, get dressed, we're going down for breakfast."

Edward pushed himself up onto his elbows, "No, I'm not."

"You sure, your mum made waffles?" Edward turned, his back towards the window.

"Not interested."

"Okay then, if you'll excuse me, because I'm starving." she smiled, rubbing her stomach.

"Mum will bring mine up, you'll see." Edward declared defiantly, willing her to just leave him with his thoughts.

"Actually she won't, new rules remember?" She tapped the crumpled piece of paper on his desk

"I'm not coming down."

Bella exhaled sitting on the edge of the bed, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid?" Edward laughed "I'm not afraid of anything, least of all your stupid new rules."

"Please yourself, but if you change your mind, page me." she smiled, throwing him a pager.

"Why are you here?"

Bella turned, Edward didn't have the look of arrogance on his face as she expected, instead she saw fear.

"I'm here to get you up out of that chair and living again."

"Don't waste your time, I'm not going anywhere."

Bella stood, "Neither am I."