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Rec.'s this week...

I started reading Amongst The Living by DazzlinSparkle05~ I was cracking up the whole time

Family of Perfection by DazzlinSparkle05~ An outtake

As always I do not own Twilight but I do own the fact that I want to see Vampire's Suck.

Does that make me a horrible fan?

Chapter 11 Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

Edward

I felt bad about going over to Bella's so late without her knowing. It was obvious she was irritated; she didn't text me back when I couldn't give her the details of why I might not make it over. It was impossible to tell her what was going on at the time. Needless to say she was shocked to see me.

"I got punched," was the first thing that came to mind.

"Obviously," she shot back.

"Something happened at the bar and I had to stop it," I walked in.

"Why would you put yourself in danger?" she leaned in to look at my eye.

"This guy got rough with Rose," I flopped down on her couch. Bella looked concerned."She's fine, just shaken up, I couldn't tell you what was going on because the police where there."

"What did he do to her?" she sat down next to me.

"Rose said he grabbed her by the arm and jerked her around. And … um... touched her," I leaned my head on the back of the couch. Bella stayed silent.

"So Emmett's going to be her shadow for a while," I continued.

"What did he do? He must be furious," she asked in shock.

"He's pissed that he wasn't there. That was a good thing, because he would be in jail right now," I raked my hands across my face.

Sitting there I thought about how scared Rosalie looked, how I never wanted to see anyone like that again. If Bella was ever in that situation I would hope someone would help her, if I wasn't around.

"I don't know what I would have done in his situation, if you were..." I didn't even want to think about that.

"Don't worry," she moved closer to me "Remember my stockpile of mace?" she smirked.

Bella was unbelievable, she was trying to cheer me up after a bar fight at three o'clock in the morning.

"I know you can take care of yourself, I'm just saying," I put my arm around her.

"Are you in pain?" she looked up at me.

She noticed the tenseness of my shoulder and lifted away from me.

"Just sore," I pulled her back.

"Are you going to stay?" she asked quietly.

"For a little bit, I have to go over to Rose and Emmett's, my parents are on their way."

"Go Edward, your family needs you," she urged.

"I'll stay until you fall asleep," I pulled her by the hand to the bedroom.

She curled up against me her head on my shoulder, snug in her bed.

"We can cancel tomorrow," she said softly.

"Don't even think about it, you can't weasel your way out of it," I tightened my arm around her.

"Sleep, my sweet angel," I whispered into her hair.

Her eyes closed and she exhaled deeply and smiled. Before long she was asleep and her grip on me weakened.

When I finally managed to slip away from her she made the cutest sleeping noises, wrinkling her forehead. I couldn't help but watch her sleep. I brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her on the forehead as I left.

Bella

When I woke up my hand felt for the warm body next to me but found the cold indention of what was there. I huffed and forced myself out of bed.

I stood at my closet then went to my dresser; I paced back and forth before deciding on jeans and a red tank top.

It felt good not to have to go downstairs immediately when I woke up. I did a few chores and straightened up a bit before heading down. I ended up hiring both Maggie and Kate; they both had backgrounds in food service.

Angela asked for some help in the kitchen, which turned out to be a longer than I anticipated.

"Shit it's eleven-thirty! I need to get ready," I ran from the back I tripped on the door jam and fell to the floor landing on my wrist.

I did my makeup and curled my hair making it wavier. I was anxious as hell, pacing the whole apartment not able to keep still. My hands fidgeted with the ends of my hair, it was twelve-sixteen when he finally knocked on my door. I sprinted to open it; he was wearing his usual jeans and a white t-shirt this time. How was it possible for a man to look that handsome without even trying. Note to self, must somehow get Edward in a suit.

"Hi," I beamed.

"Hello gorgeous," he answered.

I blushed and turned my head away.

"Please don't turn away. I love seeing the color of your cheeks when you blush."

"You charmer," I rolled my eyes.

"What happened?" he touched the wrist brace I had to put on.

"Old football injury acting up," I joked.

"Are you okay?" he rubbed my wrist.

"Yeah, when I fell I had to put on my brace."

"You fell?" he said concerned.

"I was in a hurry to get ready and tripped," I shrugged.

"Bella, you have to take better care of yourself," he kissed my wrist.

"It's better now, that's all I needed," I smiled.

"How is Rosalie doing?" I asked as we walked out the door.

"She's better, my mom kind of has a healing power; we all feel better when she's around,"

I couldn't help smiling as he talked so fondly about his mom.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he led me down the stairs.

"Am I dressed okay?"

"You're dressed perfectly," he looked me over.

A cab ride later we were at Millennium Park, it had been a while since I had been; I was still excited to be here. We walked and looked at the outdoor art galleries, the architecture was simply beautiful. When we got to "The Bean" we made funny faces into thirty-three foot tall stainless steel cloud gate.

"I should have brought my camera," I said, disappointed.

"Come here," he pulled me against him. He got out is phone and wrapped his free hand around my stomach. I leaned my head against his chest and he rested his head on mine. He took the picture and I smiled contently.

"Ready to eat?" he whispered in my ear.

"Sure," I shrugged.

We walked in the grass for a while, I really wasn't paying attention to where we were going, I saw Jasper out of the corner of my eye.

"Where's Alice?" I wondered out loud.

"Why?" he asked puzzled.

"Jasper is standing there waiting," I pointed.

"He's here to help me," Edward revealed.

"What?"

"He brought lunch for us."

"You did this?" I asked Jasper.

"Edward packed it, I just set it up," he said quietly.

"Thank you Jasper," I smiled.

"You're welcome," he said in his sweet southern accent. Alice sure did know how to pick them.

"You cooked," I sat on the blanket.

Jasper quietly disappeared as Edward knelt on the ground and unpacked the food.

"Not really cooked…more like put in containers, simple stuff just sandwiches and fruit," he opened and offered the container of strawberries.

"There's nothing simple about this, this is...perfect."

He smiled that crooked grin of his, "I'm glad you like it."

I sat Indian style across from him eating the assortment of fruit.

"Tell me something...anything," I asked.

"When I first saw you today, I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through your hair,"

"Really?" his answer surprised me.

"May I?" he asked sweetly.

I simply nodded yes.

He moved closer, his hand touched my cheek on its way. I looked at him; his eyes were closed as his fingers softly pulled the hair at the nape of my neck, sending tingles through my body. His fingers combed the length of my curls over and over before eventually stopping at my shoulder. He urged me towards him and I mimicked his hand placement, showing him I also wanted him closer.

"As good as you imagined?" I broke the silence.

"You have no idea," he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Maybe I should put my hair up for the rest of the date?" I teased.

"Probably," he sat back.

We finished eating and decided to move into the shade of a nearby tree. Edward sat down and leaned against the tree and invited me to sit with him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I breathed in his scent. I sighed and closed my eyes taking in the warm weather and enjoying being in Edward's arms.

"Where did you even find a red and white checkered blanket?" the stupidest question popped into my head.

"Rose, I think she has one of everything," he joked.

"Did your whole family help you?" I laughed.

"Kind of, the cooler is Emmett's for camping, my mom grew the fruit and I guess my dad helped with part two of the date."

"There's more? I would be content to stay like this," I laid my head on Edward's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I think you'll love the next part," he tightened his grip around me.

"When do we need to get going?" I snuggled closer to him.

"We've still got time," he exhaled.

"Good," I sighed.

We sat in silence for a moment before I spoke.

"Tell me something I don't know about you."

He hesitated before speaking. "It's really hard not being around you. When I have to leave you I'm already thinking about the next time I get to see you," he revealed.

"Really?" I sat up and he pulled me onto his lap.

"Of course Bella, you're amazing, funny, and sweet. I can't stop thinking about you," he said sweetly.

I wrapped my arms around him.

"So, I said a good thing?"

"Edward, I feel the same way. When you leave I can't breathe, like you took all the air with you," I smiled gently.

"Oh Bella," he wrapped his arms around me tighter.

I felt his chest vibrate but I didn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment.

Edward held me in relative silence, brushing the hair away from my face.

"What are we?" I mumbled.

"What do you want to be?"

"I don't care as long as I'm with you," I said shyly.

"I want to be with you too," he lifted my chin up with his index finger.

I stared into his eyes unable to form a sentence for a minute. Oh my fucking God he wants me. I really needed to hear him say it.

"Are you serious?" I stood up and looked at him wide-eyed.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he also stood up looking irritated.

I threw my arms around his neck and held onto him in a death grip.

My face was buried into his chest; I could feel his hands on my back playing with the ends of my hair.

"I'm sorry," I backed away "Queen of overreaction here."

"I love that you never hold back with your emotions, even if you don't want to," he held my hand.

"It's embarrassing," I looked down.

"It's the purest form of you Bella," he bent down to meet my gaze.

"Always the perfect response," I placed my hands on his chest.

"Not always. We need to go."

I smiled as we cleaned up our little mess.

"One more thing before we go," he pulled something from a bag.

I looked at him puzzled as I unfolded it, "A Cubs shirt? We're going to a Cubs game? Shouldn't you take someone who's a fan?" I slipped the shirt on over my tank top.

"After this you will be," he pulled on his shirt.

"My dad's never gonna believe this," I shook my head.

"We'll take pictures," Edward grinned.

Jasper appeared to take the cooler and blanket away. We thanked him again and were on our way.

Walking towards Wrigley Field was crazy, there were enthusiastic fans everywhere.

"This is amazing," I declared.

"Wait until we get inside," he replied.

Someone came around with a camera and took our picture in front of the Wrigley Field sign. Once inside it was a blur of souvenir and concession stands. Edward got a couple of waters and led us to our "awesome seats" as he called them. When we walked up the stairs and I saw the field, I was taken back; who knew grass and ivy could be so beautiful.

Edward noticed me stop "Amazing isn't it?"

I shook my head in astonishment. Edward took my hand and found our seats. Edward was right, we had really good seats. We were five rows back and sat between third base and home plate.

"I know nothing about baseball, so I'm going to be asking a lot of questions," I warned him.

"I'll be happy to answer all of them," he smiled back.

He was explaining the basics, Charlie had done this many times but I just never got it. Edward was trying to tell me who the players were when a man and woman came to the seats next to ours.

He looked surprised but smiled at them. He stood up and hugged them both. I awkwardly watched his interaction with them.

He turned to me "Bella, these are my parents Esme and Carlisle."

AN/Cute Cute Cute, maybe a little too cute?

Millennium Park is an amazing place to visit.

I was never a baseball fan until my husband took me to a Cubs game,

Wrigley Field is really beautiful.

I'll post links for you to see both

My beta helped me sooo much with this chapter, thank you sisterhoodfan