I am so so sorry for the wait. I think it has been almost a week. School started last week, so that was a bit crazy. Plus, I was in kind of a crappy mood this weekend. And that is not inducive to writing a story like this. Lucky I had some cheering up this afternoon. So here we are, I have never finished a chapter this fast. I guess that's what happens when you go a week without writing. It justs comes easier.

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I spun my head around to look at this mysterious person who just happened to know my name. Right off the bat, that put me on edge. She was standing just one row above me, but I still had stare up at her, like I had to do so often with Edward. She was very pretty, her long black hair flowed passed her shoulder, not a hair out of place. Odd, for this humid climate. I was probably a mess right now. Well, at least Edward didn't seem to notice.

She was looking at me curiously, but she seemed to have a kind face. "Yes?" I asked her very hesitantly. Why was I acting like this? Another problem for another time I told myself. She held out her hand for me to shake. It was then that I noticed how she was dressed. She was wearing a suit with a lavender shirt under it. It definitely stood out here, with the scorching weather outside and all. Maybe she was a lawyer, or something. That doesn't make any sense, what had I done? Unless flirting with a really handsome swimmer was a crime. I smiled at the thought.

I took her hand and shook it. "Hello, my name is Joanne. I work for the Post. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." She had a big smile on her face as she tilted her head to the side, awaiting my response. My mouth was a gape. My brain worked fast enough to realize that this was all about Edward.

"Hi." It was all I managed to spit out. She seemed to take this as a hint that I might be cooperative, for she reached into her bag to pull out a small notebook. "So, how long have you and Edward been going out?" Her pen was poised, ready to write.

"Ummm." Another brilliant response from me. Would Edward want me to say anything? We should have talked about this. He would probably wanted to keep this private. He wasn't the type to boast, I knew that already. While I was debating with myself, I heard the signal go off and a large splash of the water. Oh, crap, I had missed the beginning of the race! She hadn't looked away from me.

With an slight groan and an eye roll directed at her, I turned around to watch the race. With the swimmers already in the water, I was impossible to know which one was Edward, especially from this angle. I decided to just wait it out, he name would be flashing across the large screen in a few moments any way.

I was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with this strange lady behind me. I could just feel her watching me as I cheered Edward on (not that he needed it). Was that the scribble of her pen? What could she be writing? It's true, Edward had been on the cover of the Post every day since the start of the Games (and the start of his winning). He was making history here, it should have been no shock to me that would be covering his story from all angles. I could see them having an editors meeting now; some burly old man pointing at Joanne. "You! Find out who he's dating!" Yikes.

That still didn't explain how she knew my name. Well, she was a journalist, right? It was her job to know things like that. Less than a minute later, exactly like I had predicted, Edward had won, and was looking up at the monitor to see his time. He couldn't just win, he had to have beaten the record too. He did; and when realized this a triumphant smile spread across his face. He looked over at me, I was actually pretty surprised that he could find me amid the masses of people, and smiled. It was enough, no need for a showy display of affection. I knew it, and he knew it too, and that was enough.

He turned to get out of the pool, and I realized that I would have to turn around again and face Miss. I-want-to-know-everything-about-your-personal-life. I should have been expecting this really. Oh well, here we go.

I turned around, bracing myself for what was about to come. She was still looking rather intently at me. Did she even look up to watch the race? Why would she? I am so much more interesting and important. I looked down at her notebook. Two pages were flipped over the side, completely filled already. What was she writing? I touched one of them with my hand trying to flip it over so I could read it. Her hand was suddenly in the way.

"Now, now, Bella. Wouldn't you rather read it in the paper along with everybody else?" she asked me like I was a child. No! I wanted to shout at her. I wanted to know what was being said about me before thousands of people were reading it. Maybe it was best to just put this all off. I did have the small matter of meeting Edward's family to deal with.

"Listen, I have to get back to work, so maybe you could give me your card?" She looked a bit disappointed, but it was gone in an instant. She knew she still had a story to get. No sense in being mad with the person who your story was counting on. She reached into her bag again, and pulled out her card. I took it, wondering what else was in that bag. I probably didn't want to know. "Thanks," I told her a bit impatiently.

"Sure, Bella. We will be in touch." She almost sounded a bit threatening. Ok, this conversation was over. I walked away, anxious to see Edward, to be in his arms, where things were always good. I hung out on the side while the Medal Ceremony was going on, trying to hide from Joanne. He was just finishing an interview when I found him later. He walked over to me, with that same smile on his face, my smile. Gosh, I certainly had become very possessive. But, who can blame me? Have you seen this guy?! I mean, I'm surprised there aren't a small band of teenage girls following him around every where he goes.

He large arms snuck around my waist, as he pulled me against his rock hard chest. Ahhh. I tried my best to freeze this moment in time, but it didn't work. He pulled away just to kiss my cheek, when the strong smell of chlorine hit me. My new favorite smell. I pulled away a bit so I could look into his eyes, so soft and kind.

"I would say congratulations, but I feel like that's not enough." He kissed me. Oh gosh, he smelled good. He lips and face were warm from the water, making me go weak in the knees. He pulled away too soon, and gave me a small chuckle.

"That's ok. This is much better than just 'congratulations,'" he told me, as he rested his forehead against mine. "Anyone can tell me that. But, only you can give me this." He kissed me again, sweetly. Oh gosh, this guy is simply perfect.

I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I had to tell Edward about the reporter. "We need to talk about something." He must have taken this the wrong way, for his arms loosened from around me, like he was going to pull away. "No!" I grabbed onto his arms, securing him against me. "It's nothing bad, don't worry. It's just this reporter that approached me before the race." I watched his face, it went from shock to a bit confused. I continued. "She wanted to know..." I trailed off, not knowing what to tell him. I rested my hands on his chest, absentmindedly running my fingers up and down.

"Bella, what is it?" He looked down, drying to catch my gaze. His smooth and chiseled chest was far more interesting than talking about her. I didn't look up at him, not yet. Gosh, there I was again, all afraid of talking to people. I should try to get over that.

"She wanted to know." I started slowly. "About us, how long we had been going out. She works for the Post. They're writing an article about us." I looked up at him. There was a small smile on his perfect lips. Was I just being silly?

"And, you wanted to know what you should tell her." Oh, he's good. I nodded. "You tell her only what you want to, ok? If you're comfortable with telling her everything, that's fine by me. Or, nothing at all. What ever you want." He started to rub my back soothingly. He's really, really good. I leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms tighter around me, if that was even possible. After a few more immeasurable moments, he pulled away, talking both his hands in mine.

"So, are you still up to meeting my family?" I felt like such a wimp. It's not like I was put through some traumatic experience today. Ahhh! Reporters! I needed to toughen up.

"Yes, of course," I said, giving him a genuine smile, hoping he would forget my little freak out. He exhaled loudly.

"Oh, that's good. Because they've been watching us for the last five minutes."

"What?!" I was shocked. Really shocked. Oh god, this was embarrassing.

"Yeah, they're just right there," he said pointed to the stands not too far from where I had been standing. There were six of them, some smiling brightly, and others looked slightly bored, or maybe even upset. I had only enough time to gather that information before I turned back to Edward.

"You knew they were there?" I asked him softly. "We were making out in front of your family..." His fingers traced down the length of my arm, trying to calm me with his touch. It worked, of course.

"Oh, Bella. Don't be silly. It's fine." He laughed, and turned his body towards the stands. "They will be so happy to finally meet you," he whispered in my ear, then giving me a quick kiss on the neck.

"What do you mean finally?" We were walking slowly towards them. Well, he was walking, I was just being pulled along.

"I've told them all about you of course! How could I not?" he said dropping his voice. I looked up at him, still trying to take all of this in. By that time, we were standing right in front of his rather large family. His mother stepped forward.

"Bella, it is so nice to finally meet you." She hugged me, which caught my by surprise. "Edward has told us so much about you." I looked up at Edward again, wanting an explanation. He just looked like he had no idea what I was getting at. Of course.

"Bella, this is my mother, Esme." Before I knew it, a man who looked far to young to be Edwards father was standing right next to Esme. He wrapped his arm around her waist. "And this is my father, Carlisle." Carlisle nodded.

"It's a pleasure, Bella." Seeing his mother and father right next to each other, I could suddenly see where Edward got his stunning looks from. Well, they seemed nice enough. How could they not? Raising such an amazing guy like Edward and all...

I felt Edward hand on the small of my back. It sent a rush of calmness through my whole body. He was there for me, and he always would be. That simply gesture was all it took for me to know.

I looked over Carlisle's shoulder, anxious to see what his siblings were like. Edward knew right away of course. "And, Bella, these are my siblings, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice." He pointed to each of them, so I knew who was who. Naturally, they were all very beautiful, making me feel rather insignificant. They smiled and waved.

"It's nice to meet you all," I said politely. There was an awkward silence for a moment, but Esme, bless her, spoke up.

"Well, Edward, I'm sure you're tired," she said in a very motherly way. "How about we'll all meet up for dinner later?" Edward looked down at me, wondering if it was ok. I nodded.

"Yeah, sure, Mom. That sounds great."

"Fabulous! It was nice to meet you Bella," she said as they all started to walk away.

"Likewise." I told her. After they all had left I sank into Edward chest. It was just so...nice and comforting.

"See," he said stroking my hair. "That wasn't so bad."

"I know." I sighed. "I should get back to work." I stood up to kiss him.

"So, you'll come by, when I get off work?" I asked him.

"Of course, " he said smiling. He took my hand and kissed it, before he walked past the pool and out the door. Did I mention how good he was??

Awww, Bella loves the smell of chlorine coming from her hot swimmer sweetheart. She used to hate it remember?

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