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I'm sorry it took so long, but I've just gone back to school and I've had problems with my neck so I couldn't use the laptop. :(

But I'm better now so the updates should come more regularly.

What do you call bronze fluff?

EDWARD'S HAIR!

BPOV

I surfaced from sleep slowly, waking in Edward's cold embrace something I wanted to savor and remember for the rest of time. I opened my eyes hesitantly, to find Edward's amber eyes gazing into my own. A quick look around told me that we had ended up back in Edward's room. His mouth quirked into a half-grin, and I knew I must look a mess. A mischievous glint entered his eyes, and he leaned down, his lips touching mine softly, holding back enough to make me come to him. I pressed myself against him, reveling in the sensation of his lips against mine, tasting his sweet breath.

"You don't think you're dreaming right?" he grinned, when we broke away so I could breathe. I was beginning to hate my need for oxygen.

"My imaginations not that good," I said, before his lips met mine again. This time I was the one to pull away, suddenly realizing that, without a doubt, I definitely had morning breath.

"Human moment?" I asked timidly, not wanting to leave, yet knowing it was necessary for personal hygiene. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was nearly 11. I hadn't slept that long for months.

His chuckle wrapped me in velvet as I disentangled myself from his arms. I slipped into the bathroom, thankful that there was a pile of clean clothes sitting on the counter. I showered contentedly, remembering the first time I had showered whilst Edward waited patiently. I remembered the anticipation to be with him again, the anxiety of being away from him, and the icy fear that he might not be there when I returned. I pushed that thought away with others, such as headiness of his touch, the burning of his kisses.

I stepped out of the shower and dried hurriedly, dressing with the same fervor. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, not because I wanted to forget like yesterday, but because I wanted to make sure the morning breath was without a doubt gone. My hair was unmanageable, so I tied it swiftly into a pony tail. I took a deep breath before going back to Edward.

He was exactly where I had left him, just like he had been then. Now that he was here, now that I knew he loved me, my mind and heart had finally allowed me to remember. Remember every tiny little thing that he had ever said or done, each one was imprinted deeply inside me. Like a giant painting that I had hidden from sight, now I had a chance to rediscover its beauty and wonder.

I sat next to him on the bed, and he reached out to wrap his arms around me. I relaxed against him, the coldness of his chest seeping into my back. He stroked my hair as we sat in silence. I moved slightly, angling my head to see his face. He was staring down at me, his eyes holding tenderness and love. He leaned down to kiss me, and I reached for him eagerly.

My stomach complained.

I ducked my head in embarrassment, my face reddening. Edward laughed and released me, getting off the bed gracefully.

"Breakfast time, I think," he said, still chuckling quietly. I huffed and clambered out of bed, crossing my arms across my chest.

"It's not that funny you know," I told him snippily, heading for the door. He beat me there of course, holding the door open for me before I had taken two steps across the room. I shook my head at him as I passed him, earning another laugh.

As we walked down the hall, Edward reached out as if to take my hand, but pulled back. I stopped, causing him to stop as well. I looked at his hand; still half outstretched, and reached out to it with my own hand. Edward watched it like it was some kind of strange new animal. I smiled gently, and took his hand in my own. The tension dissipated from his body, his face relaxing into a smile. It hurt me to see that he still thought I might reject him, might turn and run.

"I don't hate you, Edward," I told him softly, wrapping my fingers around his hand tightly, never wanting to let go.

He opened his mouth to reply, but I was swept up in a large hug from behind.

"BELLA!" Emmett yelled joyously, spinning around with me.

"Impeccable timing," Edward said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, but he was smiling at his bear of a brother.

"But Eddie I wanted to see Bella!" Emmett complained, pouting. He was still spinning, not to mention cutting off most of my air supply, and my head was beginning to complain.

"Emmett?" I gasped, black spots dancing across my vision, "can't…breathe," I was dropped abruptly, my knees giving way beneath me.

"EMMETT!" roared Edward furiously as I struggled to stand. My head stopped spinning and I managed to take in the scene before me:

Edward chasing Emmett, as Emmett dodged him and pulled childish faces at him.

I couldn't help but laugh, which drew Edward's attention back to me. He crouched down in front of me as I giggled helplessly.

"Bella, love?" he asked anxiously, "are you okay?" I nodded, trying desperately to control my laughing. Despite his concerned expression Edward couldn't help but smile at me, Emmett joining me in the hysterics.

Eventually I could breathe again, and my stomach reminded me that I was hungry. Emmett looked at Edward disapprovingly.

"When was the last time she ate Edward?"

Edward had the grace to look embarrassed as I answered.

"When I got here,"

Emmett tutted as Edward helped me to my feet.

"First you make her cry, and then you starve her!" he accused, "can't you do anything right?" he looked at Edward critically, "or do I need to hand you over to Alice again?"

Edward blanched at the possibility and shook his head violently.

We made it to the dining area without incident, although Emmett kept up a constant stream of conversation, telling me all about his latest video game, or the fight he and Jasper got into the other day. Listening to him talk, I realized just how much I'd missed all of them.

As Edward opened the door for me, he was knocked aside by a squealing pixie.

"I knew it! I knew it!" she squealed, jumping up and down, "I knew you two would work it all out eventually!"

"Of course you did, you're psychic," I smiled as she bounced in front of me.

"What took you so long?" she asked, scowling at Edward.

"It's because they're both idiots, you know that," Emmett said over my shoulder.

"Because you aren't the one who insisted the ducks couldn't fly?" Edward said, raising an eyebrow. Emmett looked affronted at the accusation.

"Of course not!" he protested, pointing across the hall "It was Jasper!"

"You wish man," called Jasper, from where he was sitting with Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie.

I smiled when I saw them, I couldn't help it. They were my family after all. We walked over to them, Alice dancing around us. Emmett sat with Rosalie, whilst Edward and I drifted over to the kitchen doors. I made myself breakfast, laughing as Edward crinkled his nose at some of the ingredients. I couldn't see his problem with cocoa pops, I really couldn't. We walked back to them and sat down, Esme gripping me in a one armed hug.

"Welcome back Bella," Carlisle said from Esme's other side.

"Thanks," I said shyly, a blush coloring my cheeks.

Edward wouldn't let go of my hand as I ate. All around us everyone was talking, laughing, a tangible joy filling the air. It was like none of them had really smiled in a long time.

When I had finished, Edward stood, taking me with him. Everyone smiled and waved as we left them, their eyes shining with happiness. Edward led me through the house until we reached a door that reached outside. He opened it to reveal the fields I had seen from my window, the sun basking them in a warm light.

He tugged my hand and we walked into the light, his sun glittering like diamonds, casting rainbows into the sun soaked air. We walked until we were quite far from the house, in a quiet place not unlike the meadow.

We lay down together, the grass flattening beneath us. Edward held me in his arms loosely, whilst I traced patterns on his glistening skin.

"I missed this," I murmured quietly.

"Missed what?" he asked just as softly. I turned in his arms to face him, cupping his face in my hands.

"I missed seeing you glitter in the sunlight, your golden eyes, touching your beautiful hair. I missed hearing you laugh, seeing you smile, and feeling your hand in mine. I missed you holding me as I slept, humming my lullaby, and laughing at me in the morning because of my sleep talking. I missed talking to you, holding you, kissing you; I missed watching your eyes darken, even though it meant you had to leave me soon. I missed -"

My sentence was cut off as his lips met mine, his cool breath filling my mouth, the touch of his lips dominating my senses. My heart rate sped up as the kiss went on, and Edward broke it by chuckling.

"I missed that sound," he told me, placing his hand over my heart. "I missed hearing it speed up when I was near, the way a blush would blossom across your cheeks at a single comment. I missed the warmth of your skin, and the sweetness of your scent. I missed weaving my hands through your hair. I missed holding your hand, trying to find out what you were thinking, even though it was so frustrating. I missed holding you as you slept, listening to you say my name as you dreamed."

He laid gentle kisses on my face, his cool breath fanning me against the sun. tears flowed down my cheeks, and he kissed them away softly.

We lay there all afternoon, talking lazily as the sun drifted over head. When it finally got dark we went back inside so I could eat. My stomach had started complaining again. The dining area was unsurprisingly empty when we got there. I ate quickly, Edward watching me constantly. When I was finished I washed up, feeling bad that I hadn't done it earlier. Edward followed me, sitting down and watching my movements, like a man who had only just seen the sun. when I was done, he took my hand silently and led me through the quiet hallways to his room. We lay down in his bed, arms wrapped around each other again.

It was peaceful there. Safe. We spoke in quiet voices, neither of us willing to break the tranquility that had settled around us like a blanket.

My eye lids fluttered and fought to stay open, but Edward noticed and began to hum my lullaby quietly, adding to my drowsiness. I knew it was a losing battle to stay awake, so I did the only thing I could. I gripped Edward's shirt tightly in my hands and snuggled against him, before sleep overtook me completely.

—X—

He wasn't there when I woke up. I lay perfectly still on the bed, unwilling to face the world without Edward beside me.

Something in the room had woken me, but it wasn't Edward. He wasn't where he was when I had fallen asleep. He had disappeared. Fear clawed at me, my heart, so recently put together again, quivered with uncertainty.

He wouldn't leave me.

He promised.

I told myself that stubbornly, forcing myself to sit up and face whoever had woken me.

"Glad to see you're awake," said the stranger at the foot of the bed.

You like or hate?

Guess who the stranger is!

What do you call electrocuted fluff?

JASPER'S HAIR!

Btw I think Jasper's hair is the most fluffable.

Sorry about the jokes.

:)