Hi, everyone! I know you are anxious to know what has happened to Edward so I won't make this too long.

Just need to thank Hope4more and CydrynaMarie for their much appreciated help on this chapter, and to Fragile Human for lending me her nursing knowledge to make sure I got Edward's symptoms correct.

Disclaimer:

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. Stephenie Meyer owns anything and everything relating to Twilight and its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

The original aspects of this story—all of the original characters, plot, names, nicknames are all the property of the author—eternally addicted. Unauthorized use of such material is plagiarism. In simple terms—it's theft. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise mentioned in this story, including those related to the St. Louis Cardinals and Major League Baseball. No reproduction, downloading, copying, reposting, or any other kind of redistribution of this story or its contents is permitted without my express written authorization.

BPOV

I sat there in the waiting room of the hospital, trying to remain calm while we continued to wait for some information on Edward. I could barely even remember how I got here. It all seemed like a blurry dream. I was on edge, barley able to think, all I could think of was God, please let him be alright. I hated not knowing what was going on and worst of all, I hated that he was in here.

Several of Edward's teammates, his manager, and the team owner had shown up as soon as the game was over. We were all eager to get some news on his condition. I would have thought that they would have some sort of news by now but they were just as in the dark as we were.

All we knew at this point was what Emmett had been able to tell us. He explained that Edward had climbed the wall in the outfield to make a catch and had fallen on the way done.

According to Emmett, it was something that Edward had done many times and was actually known for—spectacular catches preventing the batter from hitting a home run. In a way it was a trade mark play for him. Only this time on his way down the wall, his cleat got caught in the protective padding covering it and he lost his balance causing him to be thrown backwards and his head to slam into the ground pretty hard. He had been unconscious immediately after the fall and hadn't regained consciousness before leaving the stadium in the ambulance.

I noticed Emmett was in a pretty heated conversation with some team mates. I saw his dad walk over to him and say something then Emmett stormed away but not before pointing a finger right at one of his teammates.

Apparently Emmett was not too thrilled with that particular member of the team. I think his name was Jake or something like that and Em had said the guy was constantly on Edward about retiring. Ranting that it was time the team had a center-fielder that could play without getting hurt.

Looking at this Jake guy, he appeared to be young and arrogant. I remembered Emmett had referred to him as 'a dog salivating over a bone' when it came to him wanting Edward's position with the team.

As I sat there next to Brook, she rubbed my back in an attempt to sooth me. "It's going to be okay, Bella. He will be fine."

My emotions were all over the place and watching the replay on every damn news station was not helping. I stood up abruptly and asked the receptionist to change the channel on the TV because I couldn't handle watching it anymore.

I was starting to fall apart; every minute that passed was agony. I just kept praying and praying that he would be alright. He had to be. The thought of something happening to him made my stomach turn into knots.

It was taking Brook and Alice both to try and keep me calm and just when I thought was about to lose the battle of fighting back the tears, two doctors came down the hall and asked for Edward's family.

His family stood to speak to the doctors and I didn't really know what to do. I knew that Edward loved me but the fact was, I wasn't really part of the family.

Once the doctors finished talking, his family then spoke with his manager and the team owner.

They were all about to head down the hall to Edward's room when Esme turned around and walked over to me. She hugged me and said, "Bella, you come with us. Edward loves you so you should be in there too."

Alice held her hand out to me and I grabbed on to it as we followed one of the doctors down the hall.

Once we were right outside of what I presumed to be Edward's room the doctor stopped and explained his condition to us all. Edward had a moderately sprained ankle and a serious concussion from his head hitting the ground. The doctor went on to say his ankle would be very sore for a few weeks and after that it would be tender, but would heal fine. The doctor told us Edward shouldn't put any weight on it unless absolutely necessary until all the swelling had gone away.

His doctor was more concerned about his concussion and explained Edward could have some serious side effects from it. The biggest concern was post concussive syndrome. He said it was often associated with concussions as serious as the one Edward had and he would need to remain in the hospital for at least the next day or two and then would have to be monitored for several days after that and shouldn't be left alone.

The doctor told us we could go in and see him but to expect him to be very groggy. Before we all went in, Alice and Esme started discussing how they could possibly arrange their work schedules so they could care for Edward at his place.

Esme and Carlisle were supposed to be leaving in a few days to go back home to Washington. When it became clear that neither of their schedules would allow either of them to take care of Edward, I thought about him staying at my place. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries and I was not sure what they would think.

Instead of listening to my inner monologue, I put my big girl panties on and spoke up, "Um, why don't I just take Edward to my place?" I tried not to blush while his parents stared at me for a moment and Alice grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Esme spoke first, "Bella, we couldn't ask you to do that."

I cleared my throat and responded, "You aren't asking me, I'm volunteering. I want to do this."

Alice then looking at Esme while she was still smiling asked, "What about your job?"

"Well it's simple really. I have tons of vacation time that I have never used and quite honestly I have most everything I need at home to work there. I would need to go pick up some files and a few other things, but that really isn't a big deal. If Edward stays at my place, then he'll here in town close to his doctors if he needs them and I am more than willing to take care of him."

I paused for a deep breath and then added, "Besides, he's at my place most of the time during the week anyway."

They looked at each other and then at Carlisle and the three of them agreed that unless Edward had a problem with it, I would take him home to my place when they released him. Of course we were all sure that he wouldn't complain at all.

Carlisle slowly opened the door and we all entered the room. My heart sunk when I saw Edward lying in that hospital bed. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and sat down on the chair by the window in his room. I wanted to allow his family to spend time with him first. As I watched him try and interact with everyone, I could tell that he was a bit dazed and groggy.

After a short time of talking with his mom and assuring everyone that he was fine, I noticed him looking around the room like he was trying to find something. Jasper must have seen it too because the minute Jazz noticed, he moved to the right and that was when Edward saw me. He managed to pull off a slight smile and held his hand out to me as if to say for me to come to him.

Smiling back at him, I got up to walk the short distance to his bed. I leaned down to kiss him lightly and he pulled me down onto the bed next to him. He then turned his face and whispered in my ear, "I love you."

Trying to fight off the tears of relief that came with knowing he would be okay, I put my head on his shoulder. "I love you too," I whispered

Edward's family stayed for a short while longer. As they were getting ready to leave I asked Alice if she could send Brook and Cam back. She agreed and told me to call her if I needed anything.

I got up to hug Alice and Jasper both, saying to her, "I'll call you in the morning after I talk to Angela about work." We hugged again and said goodbye.

"Bella," Esme said to me, "Could I talk to you out in the hall for a moment?"

"Sure." I kissed Edward on the cheek and then followed her out into the corridor.

Once we got into the hall Esme pulled me into a tight hug. "Having you here to help Edward makes it easier for us to leave in a few days and fly back home to Forks. But don't hesitate to call if you need anything. I will be on the first plane back and I would love to get updates, as I know Edward will downplay everything that is going on. We are so grateful that you came into his life. I can tell just how much my son adores you. You're good for him."

I watched her reach for a tissue off of the nurse's station and had to grab one myself for the wonderful things she'd said. We hugged once again and she made me promise to call for any reason at all. Carlisle leaned down to hug me and kissed my cheek and then they were gone.

When I went back into the room, Edward was talking with Cam and Brook. Brook immediately came over to hug me and asked, "How are you, honey? Do you need us to go down and get you something to eat or drink?"

"Maybe later but not now. I do have a favor to ask of you, though." I smiled sweetly at her, knowing I didn't really need to try and charm her.

"Sure, Bella, you know you don't even need to ask. Just tell us what you need," she said as she sat down on Cam's lap.

I walked over and sat next to Edward on his bed before saying, "Well I know it's getting late and you have to catch an early flight, but I was wondering if you could go by my place and get me something more comfortable to wear tonight? I also was hoping that you could feed Sox for me. I'm going to stay here tonight with Edward so I just need some sweats or something like that."

Cam looked over and said, "Sure, Bella. Um, do you just want us to take your car?" he asked like he was hoping this time he might get to drive it.

Hope he can convince Brook of that, I thought to myself.

I nodded. "That would make it easier in the morning. You could swing by and get me and I can run you to the airport and still have time to stop by work to get what I need." I looked over at Edward and he held my hand and I rubbed soothing circles on it as we discussed tomorrow.

Cam looked at Brook then winked at me and said, "That would be great, but I'm driving this time."

Brook was just about to protest but Cam grabbed her face and planted a big kiss on her lips and then whispered something in her ear which caused her to giggle like a school girl.

I couldn't help but laugh at them as Brook looked up and said still half-giggling, "I guess he's driving after all."

I smirked at them both and said "Catch" as I tossed my keys in their direction.

Later that night, Edward and I were watching the news on the TV in his room. It had become a little stuffy so Edward asked if I would mind propping the door open a couple of inches to increase the air circulation.

I was about to sit down in the chair when he patted his bed and motioned for me to lay next to him. "If you think you're staying in that chair all night, you're crazy," he said as he flashed that sexy lopsided grin of his.

He scooted over some and I was just about to get completely comfortable snuggled up next to him when we heard giggling and whispers coming from the hall right outside his door.

Not knowing what was going on, Edward turned down the TV and looked at me, holding his finger to his mouth for me to be quiet.

The giggles continued as we heard a female voice say, "Do you know who's in this room?"

Another voice replied, "Um, the door says A. Platt so I would assume that's who's in there."

The first girl then said, "Are you daft or what? This is the room that the hot-star baseball player Edward Cullen is in."

The second girl sounding a bit frustrated. "Are you freaking nuts, Lauren? They use the alias for a reason and you shouldn't be telling me or anyone else about it for that matter. Do you realize you could get us both fired or worse?"

Lauren snorted and then snottily remarked to the girl, "Look, Kate, the only way we are going to get into any trouble is if you open that mouth of yours. So keep it shut and we'll be fine."

"Whatever, Lauren. If anything gets said about this, you should be aware that I will not take the blame for you. I cover my own ass and that' it." We then heard her take off down the hall.

What the hell is the matter with these women. I was not happy to hear two females out in the hall talking about my boyfriend like some piece of meat. Not to mention two nurses who worked here.

I looked up at Edward who was pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He must have sensed my aggravation as he began rubbing his hand up and down my back to try and calm me. I could also still see the signs of frustration on his face. I was just about to say something to him about it when the door to his room opened and who I assumed was the gossiping nurse walked in. Edward and I quickly turned our attention back to the TV so she wouldn't be aware that we had heard them.

The look on the bleach blonde nurse's face when she saw me curled up next to him on his bed was fucking priceless. Her jaw about hit the floor and she stammered her words as she tried to introduce herself to us. "Um, H-hi my, my name is Lauren and I'll be your overnight nurse."

I could already tell she was trouble. She was smiling like she was God's gift to men and as if I wasn't even there.

Edward forced a slight smile and said, "Nice to meet you, Lauren." I could hear the irritation in his voice.

She sauntered over in my direction wagging her hips far more than was necessary and said, "I hate to be a bother since you look so comfortable, but could you please move for a few minutes while I check Mr. Cul—um, Mr. Platt's blood pressure and other vital signs?" That little almost-mistake right there clarified that she was in fact the nurse speaking outside his door.

She had a snotty smirk on her face and I was just about to get up when Edward tightened his arm around me and cleared his throat. "Excuse me … Lauren, did you say your name was?" He was up to something.

"Yes, that's my name," Lauren said as she batted her eyelashes at him while making a sickening attempt to flirt with him.

I rolled my eyes in disgust.

Edward then calmly said to her, "Well, Lauren, it seems to me that your blood pressure equipment is on wheels. So I don't see why you need my girlfriend to move. You can simply check what you need to check from the other side. We are both quite comfortable with her right where she is and would prefer she stay there."

He then leaned over and placed a soft, sweet kiss on my lips, basically telling this poor excuse of a nurse to do what she needed to do and get the fuck out of his room.

She huffed in annoyance and then walked to the other side of his bed and quickly did what she was supposed to before practically stomping out of the room like a petulant child.

Edward was pissed at her actions. He was about to say something to her when I stopped him and said, "You relax, baby. I'll take care of this."

I wasn't sure how many days Edward was going to be in the hospital and I knew that I had to put a stop to this type of behavior now. No one deserved to be treated like this. It shouldn't matter if he was a famous baseball player or just a normal person. Her behavior wasn't right and I would make damn sure she knew this. Plus, she needed to know he was taken as well.

I removed myself from Edward's hold and made my way out to the hall and called after her, "Lauren."

She stopped abruptly and turned around, then sneered at me before saying, "Is there something I can do for you? Does Mr. Platt need something? I would be happy to help him."

I walked up to her and with venom dripping from my voice I said to her, "I don't appreciate your unprofessional behavior back in Mr. Platt's room. I also do not believe that your superiors would be pleased to know of your behavior or the comments you and your co-worker made outside his room. Do you have any idea how many HIPAA laws you have broken in the last half hour?"

She tried to cover and say to me, "I don't know what comments you're talking about and I haven't broken any laws." I saw the fear in her eyes.

I moved closer and looked her dead in the eye. "Look, Lauren, Mr. Platt and I both heard every word you and Kate said. You have no authority to be discussing who he may or may not be. If he is using an alias there is a reason for it. That reason insures his privacy as well as his security."

She started to open her mouth to speak, but I raised my hand to stop her.

"Do you have any idea the shitstorm of a mass media frenzy you could create by divulging his personal information? The stress you'd put him, myself and his family members under by causing us to fear for his security, privacy, and most of all, his health?"

I was furious and was not done with her. "I am only going to warn you once. Your actions are very unprofessional and unethical. If they continue, I promise you I will go to your superiors and the hospital's legal department. If even one hint or word is spoken as to who he really is, or if any more of your ridiculous conversations about him occur, I will make sure you're not only punished for the HIPAA laws that you have broken, but are also charged with sexual harassment for the lewd comments you made about him."

Trying to feign ignorance she blurted out, "I don't know what comments you're talking about."

"Oh please! Do you really think we didn't hear you? You weren't even trying to be discrete. The comments about how you would love to get a peek under his sheets and about how fine his ass looks in his baseball pants. Oh and what was the last thing you said?"

I acted like I was contemplating the answer while tapping my manicured fingernail to my chin. "Oh, something about how you wondered how much his athletic cup enhanced the size of the bulge in his pants?"

She just stared at me speechless.

I got right up in her face and practically growled at her, "Just remember. This is your one and only warning."

She then turned to walk away and I tapped her on the shoulder, smiled, then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I have seen and felt it all. He is beautiful, magnificent and all mine."

I turned and walked away, but halted before I reached his door. She was still standing there rigidly, "Oh and, Lauren, it might be in your best interest to get reassigned." Not even giving her the opportunity to respond I turned and walked into Edward's room.

As I entered Edward's room, he asked me to close the door all the way. I did and then made my way back over to lay by him on his bed. I would risk everything to make sure Edward was comfortable, happy, and safe—that was my solemn vow.

EPOV

As I laid in my bed willing my head and ankle to quit hurting, Bella came back into the room. She had this smug but somewhat frustrated look on her face. She closed the door like I asked and came over and curled up next to me on my bed.

She leaned up and kissed my neck and said, "I think I've taken care of that problem."

I chuckled lightly despite it making my head hurt and then said to her, "It sounded like you did a good job of putting her in her place."

She quickly turned and sat up and asked me, "Oh god... I wasn't too loud, was I?" Her voice was filled with concern and embarrassment.

I kissed her forehead and pulled her back to me before saying, "No, sweetheart, I could just barely understand what you were saying. If the door had been closed all the way, I wouldn't have heard you at all. I also want to thank you for doing that for me. I can't imagine the media circus, not to mention the gawking fans, that would show up here if word got out where I was."

She let out a sigh of relief and then relaxed in my arms and looked up at me to say, "I love you and would do anything for you, Edward. Your health and safety are very important to me and if I have to piss off a few skanky nurses to insure that you're safe and secure, then I'd do it a million times over."

God, how I love this woman.

We must have both fallen asleep because a short while later we were woken up by a knock on the door and Cam and Brook walking into the room. They had come back to give Bella the stuff she needed from home and to bring us something to eat. The hospital food that was given to me earlier was not very appetizing.

After discussing with Bella what time they would be back in the morning, they left. I felt that by getting hurt I had ruined their weekend here and had stolen Bella away from the time she should have been spending with her friends.

She came out of the bathroom after changing into a pair of sweatpants and one of my t-shirts.

She started to grab the extra blanket at the foot of my bed and sit in the chair when I said to her, "Bella, I thought we already went through this. You are not going to sleep in that chair."

"Edward, you're injured and need your rest. You're not going to be comfortable all night with me in that tiny bed with you. It's not the giant bed you have at your house." She sat there with her arms folded across her chest, thinking that she was going to win this.

"Bella, please." I gave her the saddest pout I could manage. "I've gotten so used to sleeping with you in my arms, I don't know if I'll be able to do it without you. Besides, it would be torture for you to be so close and not up here next to me." I continued to pout at her.

Sighing in slight frustration she caved and climbed up on the bed next to me once again but then said, "I will stay here as long as you don't show any signs of discomfort or restlessness. If you do, I am in that chair and you will not be able to change my mind."

"Fine," I agreed.

She laughed and told me I was stubborn.

"Bella?"

"Hm."

"I heard you tell Brook that you were going to talk to Angela tomorrow. Aren't you going to work?"

She picked up her water to take a drink then replied, "Uh, I will be there for little bit after I take Brook and Cam to the airport."

"Why just a little while?" I asked her.

"Well, the doctor said you're going to need to have someone with you for at least a few days. You should be watched to see if there are any lingering effects of your concussion since it is so severe and you need to stay off of your ankle for the rest of the week at least."

"So what does that have to do with you and your work?" I was curious.

"Duh, silly," she said, lightly smacking my chest before going on. "I'm going to work from home so I can take care of you there while you're re-cooperating and following doctor's orders. Your mom had to get back to Washington for appointments that she had, Rose and Emmett are out of the question with the new baby, and Alice has commitments she couldn't cancel. So you are stuck with me for the next couple of weeks."

"Well, love, despite the fact that I don't need anyone to take care of me, I don't consider it being stuck with you. I will love all the time we'll be spending together." I couldn't help but flash the grin that she was always telling me was sexy and made her melt.

She leaned up and kissed me, then whispered against my lips, "You just calm down there, big boy. We won't be doing any of that until the doctor says so. Now you need to sleep and rest or I am going to get in the chair."

I reluctantly said, "Yes, ma'am." I kissed her one more time before lowering the bed a little and closing my eyes to try and sleep.

Morning came all too quickly; I woke up to the feeling of someone pulling on my arm. I rubbed my eyes and noticed right away that Bella was no longer next to me. I looked around for her but all I found was the nurse taking my blood pressure.

"Good morning, Mr. Platt. My name is Jamie and I will be your nurse for today." She seemed so much nicer and far more professional than the bimbo that had been in here last night.

"Good morning to you too, Jamie," I said to her.

"Oh I apologize, I almost forgot. Your wife left a little bit ago with another couple. She asked me to tell you that there's a note there on the night stand."

I smiled at the thought. "How long ago did she leave?"

"Mm, I would say almost an hour ago," she stated as she continued to record my blood pressure and pulse readings onto my chart.

I thanked her and then found the note Bella had left for me.

Edward,

Good morning, my love. I'm sorry I won't be here when you wake up. I know how you hate that. You were sleeping so peacefully when Cam and Brook arrived this morning that I couldn't wake you. You barely stirred when I kissed you goodbye.

First, I'm off to take Brook and Cam to the airport. They said to tell you to get well soon and they had a wonderful time over the weekend. They want us to come there and visit them soon.

After that, I'm going to go by work to talk to Angela and get what I need to work at home. I promise to get back to you as fast as I can. I should only be gone a couple of hours.

I love you,

Bella

Once I finished the note, I set it back down on the night stand. My mind stayed on Bella and what the nurse had called her. She had referred to Bella as my wife. It was an innocent assumption and although it was much too soon in our relationship to be thinking about marriage, I couldn't help but hope that maybe someday Bella would be Mrs. Isabella Cullen.

I closed my eyes and put my head back on the pillow. I still had a moderate headache and was feeling somewhat nauseous. As I continued to think about Bella, I drifted to sleep once again.

BPOV

It was now Tuesday. Edward had been in the hospital since late Sunday afternoon. He continued to suffer from symptoms related to his concussion, having bouts of nausea, dizziness and being extremely tired. The doctors did a second CT scan to make sure nothing had been missed on the first one.

His parents had stayed through today to wait for the results of the scan. Carlisle being a doctor would of course make sure Edward got the best possible care. If the scan came back okay, then he would be released today with the condition that he was not to be left alone until his dizziness had gone away completely. They said he was most likely suffering from Post Concussive Syndrome. It was something they had been concerned about all along and was where the nagging symptoms of the concussion linger on for an indefinite amount of time. The symptoms could last a week, a month, a year, or sometimes longer.

We were sitting there chatting with his parents when the doctor came in and informed us that the CT scan was clear. Dr. Cope went over everything about Edward's care and what his restrictions would be once he was released. Edward was very frustrated to learn that until all symptoms of his concussion disappeared he would not be cleared to return to playing ball—there were only about four weeks left in the season. Unfortunately, the Cardinals had fallen to second in their division, now two games behind the Pittsburgh Pirates and most likely would not be going to the playoffs this year.

Edward signed all the necessary paperwork and we were off to his house to get some clothes and whatever else he might need to be at my house for at least the next two weeks.

The bright side of all this was that Angela had insisted I take two weeks' vacation once I took care of a few pending matters that had to be finished. That had been on Monday and I had already taken care of all my work. This meant that Edward and I would have the next two weeks to be together with no work for either of us. When I told him about it he was pretty excited. However, he did tease me with the comment that we would either have a wonderful time together or we would want to kill each other by the end of it all.

EPOV

It was now nearly two weeks after my injury had occurred. To say that I was immensely enjoying having all this time with Bella would be an understatement. The only restriction that had been placed on my normal activities was that I was to remain off of my ankle as much as possible until all swelling and pain had gone away. That had occurred a few days ago.

Bella had been very caring and I for the most part enjoyed her taking care of me. The doctor had not placed any restrictions on our intimate activities so over the course of the past several days we had been quite indulgent in our love making. I could get used to being able to have her whenever I wanted no matter the time of day or night.

What I couldn't get used to, though, was the lingering side effects from my injury. I had hoped that I would be able to at least salvage the last few weeks of the season. My frustration was only getting worse as the end of the season crept closer. Though the symptoms had become less frequent and less intense, they still had not gone away completely.

At my last visit, the doctor had cleared me to be alone and to take batting practice with the team, but that was the extent of my baseball activities. I was now on my way home from doing just that. It had not gone well at all. Several times when taking a swing at the ball, I had become dizzy or lost my balance.

I pulled into Bella's driveway and went into the house, slamming the door much harder than I'd meant to.

Bella rushed into the living room to see what was wrong. "Hey, I heard the door. Is everything okay?" she asked as she placed a quick kiss on my lips.

I sat on the couch sulking like a 2 year old, my frustration getting the best of me at that moment.

"Edward, are you going to talk to me? I asked you if everything was okay?"

"I'm fine." Who am I trying to fool? I could see she wasn't buying it either.

"Clearly you're not. I've never seen you so frustrated for as long as I've known you." She stood behind me and started to massage my shoulders and run her fingers through my hair. Under normal circumstances her touch would relax me far easier than anything else could. But not today.

I sat forward, pulling away from her as it was not helping right now. I heard her let out a sigh of frustration behind me.

She walked back around to once again sit next to me. "Baby, please talk to me. I know you're tired of the side effects, but you just have to give it some time."

"Time is running out, Bella. The season is almost over. I might as well just say screw it." My words came out a lot harsher than I had wanted them to.

"Well, maybe if you talk to me about it and tell me how you're feeling, it will help you let go of some of the frustration," she said as she climbed onto my lap to straddle my legs.

I looked up at her and said, "Not now. Maybe later."

She leaned forward and began kissing my neck and running her fingers through the hair on the back of it and whispered in my ear, "Maybe we can ease your frustration another way."

I placed my hands on her hips, nudging her back, and snapped at her, "I said not now."

Snapping right back she said, "Fine!" She got up and started to walk away.

"Damn it, Bella! I just want some time to myself to work through this. There is nothing you can do to fix it. I need to work through this on my own." The minute the words came out of my mouth I knew I had said the wrong thing.

"You want to work it out on your own. Then excuse the fuck out of me for trying to help." She grabbed her purse and her keys off the table by the front door and she left, slamming the door so hard the glass in it cracked.

As I heard her tires squeal out of the driveway, I wondered what the fuck I had just done. She had done so much for me these past two weeks and I'd just pushed her away and hurt her feelings. Fuck! What the hell had I done? She had to come back, right? This was her house after all.

As if sensing my misery her cat Sox jumped up on my lap. He rubbed his head on my arm and meowed at me.

I scratched him behind his ears and said, "I know I really screwed up, didn't I?"

He just sat there and looked at me.

This whole situation was now fucked up. I'd never meant to hurt her, or take my frustrations out on her. I loved her so much it was beyond what even I could comprehend sometimes.

Damn it! Why did I have to go and snap at her?

I ran my hand through my hair for the thousandth time. All I could do now was sit here and wait for her to come back and hope like hell she would forgive me. So that was what I did.

I sat there and waited.

Now there's the moody Edward we all know and love. He had to make an appearance sooner or later, right?

Did you love it? Hate it? Let me know—send me a review.

Thanks for reading,

EA