I hope I didn't waste too awful long doing absolutely nothing. I really think that you all will enjoy this next chapter, especially since I am considering going back to writing like this quite a bit more. Even more so than I had done before! So, let's begin, shall we? :) I want to just say sorry to everyone that wanted me to continue this a lot quicker. I know that I will have lost quite a bit of reviewers and readers, thanks to the fact that people simply grow up and begin to not like fanfictions as much, or because they want to move on to other forms of entertainment on the internet. I am excited for this new crowd of viewers, though, and am excited to see what you all have to say pertaining to this story.

There are not many things in this world that can calm me down QUITE like writing can. It's an escape... I don't know how else to describe it. I need to write. It's a compulsion. I want to make it a habit that can replace the other things someone can do, and I used to have this be my absolute biggest habit of all-time. I will be replying to quite a few of my reviewers, and I know that you all have been wanting me to talk to you and tell you what is going on. Thanks again for being so supportive and for telling me that my story is good enough to keep going.

I would also like to thank lilpeanut30, who gave me an extra push to continue the story, simply by caring enough to ask whether or not I will be continuing it.


Story: Love That Binds

Author: Twilight51545888

Full Summary: Sequel to 'The Betrothal.' This starts just a few minutes before 'The Betrothal' ends. During their wedding, Bella's Mother comes in and tries to apologize to Bella for the way that she had been treating her. Kind hearted Bella forgives her Mother, and she is soon taught the ropes of the corporate business that she inherited from her late Father. As her siblings try to move on with their lives, Bella is stuck when reminded that the only way to stay married to her one true love is to have a child within a year and a half. What will she do when they discover that Edward might not want to have children? What will she do when he instead wants to focus on his schooling, and become a doctor?
Soon Bella is thrown into a world of confusion and hate as her own Mother plots a corporate take over of the Swan Corporation behind Bella's back. And before the young woman knows it, everything that she has worked for might end up being for nothing. Who can she trust?
OOC Edward and Bella

Ages:

Bella: 18
Edward: 21
Alice: 20
Jasper: 20
Jacob: 25
Emmett: 25
Rosalie: 23

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Twilight, nor do I own the rights to the songs that I may use later on in this fiction piece.


(C)hapter (E)leven (:) (C)hange (O)f (H)eart (:) (C)hristmas (N)ight (III) (:) (M)erry (C)hristmas (E)dward

As I sat up in bed, I just couldn't believe it. Here it is, Christmas Eve. This is the time when I get to talk with Edward about something that we have only ever scratched the surface of before, and the day that I could make him either the happiest or most sad man in the world. He has never made me so anxious in all the itme that I have know my best friend, and I never thought that I would be so... nervous.

I went to the shower, looking over my shoulder periodically to see if Edward decided to join me for a nice shower. as much as I absolutely love his company, I do not believe that I want to deal with too much of it before tonight. I made sure that the water was an absolutely perfect temperature before I entered, having always been a prune about something like that. I grabbed my strawberry shampoo and lathered it into my slightly damp hair as I thought through everything.

Some things in life are just not meant to ever be doubted. For instance: I know that he would never make me feel down or depressed about a single thing, if he could help it. Edward just wasn't that kind of person. He wanted what was best for those around him, and would be willing to give all he had if it meant that another would be happy. Especially when it came to me... he wanted me to know that he cared for me through absolutely anything and everything that happens. That's truly one of the reasons why I fell in love with the man, to be honest.

I finished my less-than luxurious shower, and walked back into the room in little more than a towel. My heart melted when I saw Edward laying there on the bed, sprawled out on his side. He looked so handsome and calm. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead while stroking my hand through his mangled and bronze hair. It was a beautiful disaster to me, and I could never get enough of it. He was absolutely perfect to me, in every single way possible. I wanted to stay in bed with him, but I also knew that Esme would be making a lot of food for this evening, and there was no way that I could give a responsibility as huge as feeding the Cullen Boys to one person! Let alone with her needing to make food for us girls, as well.

Gliding over to my closet, deciding that it was a bit too cold this morning to go with some sort of tank top-and-shorts combo from my dresser drawers, as I would have much rather done on most other days. I giggled when I realized that Edward would have preferred that, as well. A blush came across my face as I remembered him comforting me the other night and I felt a heat soon rush over my entire body, warming me up slightly.

I shook my head, wishing my thoughts away. There's no way I would be able to stand being in the kitchen with my Mother-in-law if I had those sort of thoughts going through my mind. I grabbed a clean, matching pair of pink cheetah print bra and panties (did I mention that cheetahs are Edward's favorite animal?) and a dark blue T-shirt that I had nearly outgrown. The towel fell to the floor and I felt just how cold the room was. My hands nearly shook uncontrollably as I put my clothes on and quickly reached for a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I made my way down the grand staircase with a hop in my step, skipping every other marble step until I got to the very bottom.

I was surprised to see Emmett up so early, talking to his Mother, as I pushed open the door to the kitchen.

"Good morning, SIS!" he enthusiastically greeted me. I giggled, and gave him a hug. "Merry Christmas, Bella!"

"Merry Christmas, Emmett," I smiled back at him. "And to you, Esme!" She smiled.

"I wish you kids knew just how much I am enjoying having everyone here this holiday," she mused, stirring the batter in her hands. She was making delicious brownies for later. Well, who's kidding. Emmett will be eating these right away, if he can get away with it.

"I love being here with you guys," I responded wholeheartedly. "I just hope that everything goes... as it should, for Christmas this year," I hinted, trying to ensure that she would be able to get what I was trying to tell her, while at the same time, not giving it away to Emmett. I shouldn't have been worried, though. He was off at some drawl trying to obtain a spoon. I think she caught on.

"What would go wrong, dear?" she asked sweetly, putting the bowl down on the counter and giving me her whole attention. I knew that this wasn't the time or place to talk to her about something so personal, and-though I love Emmett-I didn't want to give everything away before Edward had the chance to find out.

"It could just have so many bad endings," I answered, quickly coming up with a buy-able excuse for my brother-in-law. "For all we know, Emmett and Jasper could eat all of your delicious creations before the rest of us have the chance to!" I teased, gaining a laugh from the predicted culprit. His dimples showed as he responded,

"You better watch out!"

"You should go easy on Esme!" I continued teasing. "She is making tons of things for us tonight, as she always does," I flashed her a smile.

"I love all of the preparations that go into making a Christmas like this so incredible special," Esme looked to the both of us as she picked the bowl back up. "And I hope that one day you two will realize just how incredible it can be to make these sort of treats for the ones you love." I breathed a sigh of relief. The topic was no longer on what I had almost mentioned not too long ago.

"Mom, you know you could just hire the chefs back. They would be more than willing to make our dinner and snacks tonight," Emmett responded, putting a spoon into the batter to get out some of the chocolate-fudge goodness. She swatted at his hand, but he was still able to get quite a bit onto the soup spoon.

"Yes, but, I love how much effort goes in to the whole thing, and to see everything come together at the end," she sweetly responded, and turned around to pour the batter.

"Do you need any help?" I asked, wanting to be around Esme enough to possibly catch a moment alone with her.

"Oh, that would be wonderful, dear!"


Edward P.O.V.

Waking up without my Bella was NOT something that I wanted to try to get used to. I knew that I could some day have my own house with her, if I truly wanted to, but for the time being, I was here with her and my parents. I know that she would be far more tempted to leave me in the morning and go hang out or talk to one of her in-laws while we are here. I want to be able to hold her as she wakes up in the morning, every morning, for the rest of our lives.

"But that's a little bit more difficult with her not being in bed," I grumbled to myself, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the adjusted to the light in the room. I stretched and headed toward our bathroom, getting ready for the rest of the day. I knew that I wouldn't be leaving to go anywhere for the entire day, but I also knew that I can drive my Bella crazy with the right amount of cologne and the perfect disarray of hair. And drive her crazy, I shall!

Once dressed in comfortable black and white grubbies, I began to go down the grand staircase in time to see my sister-in-law coming up the stairs. We met in the middle. "You doing alright?" I asked. I knew she was fine, but I also knew that the morning was the only time of day where she looked anything less that absolutely stunning.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Rose responded. My facial expression suddenly changed from teasing to sympathy.

"Are you doing alright?" I reached out and put my arm on her shoulder. She blushed crimson.

"Yeah, uhmm... well," she fiddled with her words. "Emmett kinda... kept me up last night..." she wouldn't even try to hide the smile that formed on her face during those last words, and neither could I hide the look of disgust.

"Eww! Just go upstairs," I called as I continued down the stairs.

"Sorry!" She half-heatedly called as she went up. And to think, I was concerned for her sake, for a second! ewwww...

I could smell brownies and french toast-an odd combination, if you were to ask me- and pushed open the door to the kitchen. I saw my lovely bride with chocolate on her lips that she quickly tried to wipe away as she smiled and saw me enter the room. It was absolutely adorable to see her try to look better, just for me. Across from her was my Mother and Emmett, who each had their own plate of French toast and sausage links. I walked over and kissed her on the cheek in time for her to greet me with a brownie-mouth of, "Good morning, Edward!"

I laughed. "Merry Christmas. Are you starting all the treats so soon?" I leaned over and grabbed a brownie from the tray they rested on in the center of the small table that rested to the side of our kitchen. It is rarely used now, though we kids have a thought that it will be used significantly more often once we are all moved out and start our own lives, leaving my Mother and Father to live here alone and by themselves.

"Yes, it's the only way to catch up with how much Emmett will devour! We are merely taking a break for the time being. Why don't you go and enjoy some television, or browse the internet?" Emmett and Bella snickered at that. Everyone knows... I am nowhere near being a baker! I could make my own foods for the most part, which I began to walk over to the fridge to do just that. But, when it came to anything that was overly delicious, like a chocolate chip cookie, I was not going to be the one making it anytime soon.

I grabbed two eggs and two sausage links, and began my slightly simpler breakfast.

"I think I'll just find something to do around town. Maybe go and visit someone, or stop by the office for a while," I said with shrugging shoulders. everyone who is at the Cullen house for Christmas knows that there is absolutely nothing better than Christmas night. That's the absolute best part of the year! We always tried to find things to do in order to entertain ourselves, but almost every place worth visiting is closed on this holiday. That never left many options.

"Well, whatever you want to, dear." I love my mom's warm nature. I have a feeling Bella will be like that when we have children of our own.

If we...

I shook the thoughts that were about to surface from my head once I felt two arms go around my waist. I hadn't heard her get up from her chair, but Bella soon leaned her head against my shoulder blade. My Mother began to talk to Emmett about something else rather quickly, and I heard my wife's tiny, beautiful voice from behind me. "I hope you're excited for your Christmas presents from me," she finished, burying her head into my back even more.

"Oh, yeah?" I teased. I turned over both sausages, and flipped my eggs before turning in her tiny embrace and giving her a genuine hug. "Should I be?" I buried my face in her hair and inhaled that adorable strawberry scent.

She giggled when I released my breath, and it partially landed on her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. "Mmhmm."

"Well, then," I pulled back and looked her in the eyes, "I will be looking forward to it with bated breath and everything." She smiled, and I pecked her on the tip of her adorable button nose, earning a kiss from her luscious lips to my own flat ones.

"I will be here with Esme, if you need anything. Or just want to spend some time together before tonight."

I turned back to the stove. "I'll keep that in mind."

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Iwalked over to my car, not sure where exactly I would be heading, but knowing that I would not be able to keep my thoughts from returning to the previous day's. Laurent had the season off, and we were debating whether or not to keep him at all, to be honest. Who really needs a valet, anyway?

I heard the engine purr to life and put on my seat belt before pulling out of our extended drive, clicking the 'Close Garage' button on my car. I could see the house become slightly more secure in my rear-view mirror before I finally made a turn.

I wasn't sure where I was headed to until i got there quite a bit later. When I pulled up the snow-covered path, I smiled.

Our tree.

Bella and I had many good memories from our childhood here, and I knew that it would be the absolute perfect place to think for a few hours. I wanted some time to myself, and the cold air would certainly do me well. I killed the engine to my Volvo and got out of the warmth of my car. I reached in the backseat for an extra, much heavier jacket than the sweatshirt I was wearing, and a wool blanket. I knew i would need it. I decided to go ahead and leave the keys in the car, knowing that I wouldn't be disturbed.

I walked over to the tree and zipped the jacket up to my chin and put the blanket out half folded. The sweatpants I was wearing would do little to the snow on the ground, and I did not want to go back to my house with a wet butt, so I sat down on the blanket and folded part of it over me for even more warmth.

I began to let my mind wander. What did I want from the relationship I share with my Bella?

I know what the contract says, and I do not need to be reminded. But what is killing me at the moment is the fact that I told two different stories last night. I told my brothers the absolute truth, that I did not want to have children and that I could only see the bad parts about that situation as a whole. But then, when i was with my Bella and parents, I told them what I wanted to be true. I want to want what Bella wants. Make sense?

My feelings about the whole situation could have been expressed at that point in time, but I chose against it, and instead said what I knew everyone wanted me to. But where do I really stand here.

As I look up at the snow covered branches of the tree, I couldn't help but remember different times when Bella and I would play as little children, and see the smile that would form on our Fathers' faces. They were always so delighted to see us together and to play along with us. Is that what I want?

Do I want to hear the pitter-patter pf little feet on the mansion floor?

Then a thought occurred to my conscious mind that had never occurred before. Bella with sweat completely covering her body in one thin layer, and her holding our newborn baby in her arms. In that thought, she looked so unbelievably angelic... Have a really been arguing with her about whether or not we should have a child, when-in reality-it would turn out to be a huge blessing? She would gain experience and knowledge, and I would be able to keep her with me forever. I would gain the memories and smiles that my parents have. I would be able to make my wife unbelievably happy.

What more could someone want in life?


Bella P.O.V.

My heart rate was rather fast for this time of day. It was about 8 o'clock at the moment, and I continued to help Esme with the delicious foods that she prepared for this one special evening. We were able to have several breaks in-between mixing batters, putting items into the oven, boiling foods, and putting various items in the dishes or bowls that would best fit them, but there was never a dull moment. I love talking to this woman, and she was filled with advise. Though Emmett was there the entire time, leaving no real space for me to talk to my mother-in-law by ourselves, she still talked to the two of us about marriage, knowing that I am still a newly wed, and Emmett will be tieing the knot soon.

When it came to the details of food, she went all out, as she always does during this time of year. There was a rather large table in the dining hall, adjacent to the kitchen, but still accessible by the front room, and Alice and I were setting up the tableware for it. Esme had made three chickens for tonight's dinner, along with mashed potatoes, peas, corn-on-the-cob, a large garden salad and potato salad. She was a seasoned veteran of feeding the Cullen Boys, and it was something she absolutely loved to do. You could tell that there was just so much heart and soul put into her food, as she continued to cook more than what I had listed. On the table in the front room were dessert treats (or, appetizers, if you were to ask Emmett and Jasper...), which included chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies with frosting, brownies, and she would place fruit salad as the night progressed toward that room. For the time being, she understood the importance of waiting for refrigerated items.

Alice and Rosalie had decided to help us once they woke up, and Emmett faithfully stayed until the very end. This surprised us quite a bit, but he is also the most unpredictable person I know, so it shouldn't have been a surprise at all. Seeing Rose come into the kitchen gave him the incentive to stay for the last few hours, we think. Those two in a kitchen together is absolutely hilarious!

Jasper came in after noon, and claimed himself to be the official 'taste-tester', but Esme kicked him out once she saw that his "lunch" for the day consisted solely of our sugary creations. Carlisle soon replaced him and was able to talk to his wife quite a bit. She enjoyed his company the most, I do believe. Jacob had decided to help a little bit, but soon had to go to his company's office to do some last-minute paper work that someone had completely forgotten about before the holidays had begun.

"So, are you ready to give Edward all of his gifts tonight?" Alice asked, flashing me a small smile before returning her eyes to the napkins she was folding. Jasper, who was re-recruited to help out once the foods were all made and read to be put on the table, entered the dining hall through the swinging door from the kitchen, and put a large bowl with tin foil covering the top on the table. Once he returned to the kitchen, I chucked a spoon at Alice.

"He almost heard that!" I whisper-yelled. She laughed and tossed the spoon right back to me. It delicately hit the red tablecloth before I moved it beside the plate I was in front of.

"Well?" She raised a precisely plucked eyebrow at me.

"I... don't know..." I remembered last night's conversation, and shivered at the thought that Edward might actually want children. It made me so unbelievably happy, but I didn't want to force anything on him if he wasn't ready for it. But I know the way that my Edward talks, and I know that he wasn't telling everyone in that room the absolute truth. Maybe he was hiding something? I wasn't quite sure, but I know that something wasn't quite right. "I just want him to be happy and okay with everything that goes on."

She sighed. "Me, too."

We had the rest of the table set, and went inside to aid the boys in bringing out the last bit of food from the kitchen when I heard the front door open.

I walked out oft he kitchen and saw Edward putting his coat onto the hanger near the door and stomping his feet to free himself of all the snow.

"Hey, honey," I greeted, causing him to turn his head and smile brightly at me.

"Hello, my love," he greeted back, pulling me into a large and cold hug.

"You're freezing!" I exclaimed, causing him to hold me tighter. "Let go of me, Frosty!" I pushed at his arms and he let them give out at my protest. We were quite amused at ourselves, and shared a hot & cold kiss before I looped my arm around him and started to lead him toward the front room. "Come on, we'll get the fireplace going while they finish the preparations for dinner. Esme will be so happy to see everything in here be done for when we open gifts!"

He didn't object, but simply began to stack wood with me, and we were quickly wrapping newspaper around the logs, in order to let them more easily catch tpo the flame of Edward's match. Once we had decided that it was a good start, and that it could keep itself up for the remainder of the night, we started talking about our days.

Jacob came into the house soon after that, and had someone with him.

"Jacob," I called from our spot by the fireplace. Him and his girly friend looked over to us. "Who is this?" I was smiling at this beautiful girl, and she tucked her chin into her chest.

"This is a girl from work," he introduced. "Nessie, this is Edward and Bella. This is my dear friend Esme," he pointed at each of us with his whole hand in turn, and I got up to shake her hand.

"Merry Christmas," I greeted. Edward got up as well and shook her hand.

"Merry Christmas," she shyly said back to us. "Jacob has told me so much about you two!"

"I hope it has been all good things..." Edward crookedly grinned. I playfully smacked his arm.

"I truly apologize, but I do not remember Jacob mentioned you..." I looked to my giant of a friend and he came to my awkward moment rescue.

"That's entirely my fault," he reasoned. "I have never liked the idea of talking about people from work behind their back, and i wasn't sure if you guys would ever even meet her."

"Well, that's alright," Edward replied. "We are meeting her now, and I can't wait to get to know her!" She had a smile form on her face because of that.

"Do you think Esme would mind?"

"Oh, there's plenty of food," I answered. The four of us headed toward the dining hall just in time.

"Oh, I was about to get you!" Esme said as she finished taking off the last bit of tinfoil from the table, allowing for one large ball of steam to come up from the delicious food. "Dinner is ready." She eyed Nessie curiously, but knew that she would be introduced soon.

I smiled and took my place by Edward. At the two ends of the massive table were Carlisle and Esme. Starting from Esme and going to her right around the table, it went: Esme, Jacob, Nessie, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, Jasper, Alice, me, and Edward. There was plenty of room between everyone to allow for adequate food portions and room to actually eat.

"Edward, would you offer us a prayer for the meal?"

The food was absolutely mouthwatering and delicious, but the conversations we had around that table were ones I shall not soon forget! I had more laughs during that one meal than any other small point in time before that. We shared all sorts of stories about our days, and the wonderful adventures in the kitchen, as well as talked a little bit about the companies. Carlisle usually hates that kind of "business talk" being at the dining room table, but we kept the conversation on only humerus and memorable events that have taken place while working for the company, and it kept the air in the room very light. We got to hear Nessie's stories, as well, which was absolutely awesome, seeing as how she was such a newbie at our house. Everyone seems to love her at this point, so I hope that makes her feel a bit more at home.

I love my family, and I know without a doubt that the Cullens are going to be here for Edward and I for a long time. I also know that, if Jacob and Nessie do become something, the Cullens will all be there for them as well.

Once we had finished our delicious meal, Esme said the one thing that could make any small child run from their dining rooms seats faster than anything else. "It's time to open gifts! Let's move to the front room!"

We all walked into the room, and I could feel myself shaking. I was so unbelievably nervous for what laid ahead. We went over to the massive tree and Emmett grabbed a Santa hat from the floor. It must have dropped from when he flung it onto the couch the other night. "Santa needs some helpers!" he called, and Jasper went over to help him play his part. Edward pitched in, as well, and soon everyone had a small pile of things in front of them.

Esme went into the sitting room and came back our with three wrapped gifts and placed them in front of Nessie. "I had a feeling that Jacob may come here with some sort of date that he didn't tell us about, so I went ahead and got these for you, so that you would have something from Carlisle and I as well." Nessie was extremely touched by this show of care and love from someone that she practically considered a stranger.

"Open gifts!" Emmett-err, Santa-commanded with a large, dimple-lined smile.

We all had many laughs and smiles throughout the time that we were opening the presents. It was so awesome to see people enjoy what you had bought for them, and hug everyone for the gifts that they gave to you. We all had fun seeing what everyone got. I gave my sisters jewelry, and paintings that they had been eyeballing for a while. I knew that they wanted to get them, but were afraid if whether it would look bad in their houses. I went ahead and told them that if they didn't like the paintings, then there could always be the chance of giving them away in an auction for charity, which they both absolutely loved the idea of.

I had shaky hands the whole night, and didn't know what to do with them, leading to constant fidgeting. I just wanted to shout my news from the rooftops, and then also hide behind a bush and act like it didn't exist at the same time. That's not too much to ask for right? Ohhh who am I kidding! I sighed and sat back in my seat as we all enjoy our gifts together. we also took quite a few of the snacks that Esme had gotten out. Us girls tended to stick to the fruit, and the boys devoured the rest.

"I do believe that i can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is the best Christmas we have had in a long time!" Esme cheerfully stated, and we all agreed. "Now, would you all care to help me clean up the dishes in the kitchen and dining hall?" Though we usually groan at such a thing, my family seemed to be more than happy to help. I think that everyone could agree that it was nice to have such time just talking and laughing with each other, as well as sharing different stories. Doing anything, while keeping such great enthusiasm with us the whole time, was absolutely worth it.

"Sure, let's go," Alice said as she cheerily got up from her seat. she grabbed onto Jasper's extended arm and pulled him to his feet. Edward got up as well, and helped to pull me to my feet. I knew in that moment what I should do. It's now or never, basically.

"Um, Edward and I will stay in here and help clean up the wrapping paper. We'll join you all in a bit," I said with as level of a voice as I could muster. Edward thought this would be a good task for us as well, and quickly agreed. Carlisle rolled his eyes.

"You know," he teased, "if Edward had suggested that, I would have thought that he was just trying to get our of work," he winked at his son and patted him on the arm. The rest of the crew headed to the kitchen, with me tailing behind them all. I grabbed a trash bag, and left the noisiness of the kitchen. The front room is a ways away from it, and I was able to be in an almost complete silence with Edward. A slight murmur from the kitchen and dining hall on the other side of the grand stair case and the roar of the fire kept us company.

"This has been quite a night," Edward started.

"Isn't it every year?" I asked, smiling at him. We were in a rather comfortable silence as we began to pick up all the crumbs and wrapping paper. I knew I should tell him by how shakily I help onto the bag.

"Something on your mind, dear?" I looked up from the pink paper and saw Edward's worried eyes as he placed beach-themed paper into the bag.

"No... Well, yes," I replied. I knew that everything would work out in the end, so what is there to worry about. I took one more deep, shaky breath as I placed the bag on the ground, and Edward wrapped me in his embrace. I felt his hand go under my chin, bringing my eyes to his.

"Bella, just tell me what it is."

"Well... alright," I looked straight at him, and without realizing it, I was smiling. "I have one last Christmas gift to give you."

He looked relieved and confused. He laughed a little. "Alright. What is it?"

"I'm pregnant... Merry Christmas, Edward."

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