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First of all, I am so so so sorry about the massive delay. These last few weeks have been mad for various reasons, and I won't keep you waiting this long again. To make up for it though, this is a longer than usual chapter, and I hope you enjoy what happens in it ;)

Also, there is a lot of medical content at the beginning of the chapter, but it all forms the basis of Bella's story!

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Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, this plot is mine though!

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BPOV

We sat for what seemed like hours, waiting for Renee to come out of surgery. I was moulded into Jacob's side, as he pressed me comfortingly into his side. Billy was sitting in a corner, staring into space with a concerned expression on his face.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a doctor entered the room.

"Miss Swan?" he said, and I looked up at him. "Follow me please."

Jacob squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I followed the doctor down the corridor into an office. He motioned for me to sit down on a chair opposite the desk, and he sat down behind the desk, resting his hand on his fingers.

"As you know, your mother was in a very serious crash. She broke both of her legs, fractured her hip, cracked a few ribs and has a slipped disk. These injuries are all fine, we have straightened the bones again and none will leave any lasting damage, although her movement will be limited for about six to nine months until she is completely healed and she will need to have various casts on."

I nodded, relieved.

"However, when her ribs broke, one of them punctured her left lung when her body slammed into the steering wheel. For some reason, the airbags failed to activate."

Of course they did, I had been nagging her to get them sorted for months, when she had discovered that they didn't activate when she had accidentally driven into the mailbox at 50mph.

"The pneumothorax – punctured lung- was picked up on the X-ray, however, when we went in to insert a chest tube, we discovered a tumour in her lung."

I felt as if the breath had been knocked out of me. "Cancer?" I whispered.

The doctor nodded. "From our records, Renee Swan doesn't have health insurance, is that correct?"

I nodded. She had always said that there was no need for insurance; nothing ever happened in such a small town, and Forks was barely even a town. "How much is this all going to cost?"

"Well, we need to do MRI's to confirm the tumour and put in her records, operations to remove the tumour, the drugs, equipment, treatment after the removal, things like chemo and radiotherapy possibly various surgeries, not to mention today's treatments. Also the fact that Renee is allergic to morphine, we are going to have to use other drugs, which are more expensive. MRI's will be $2000 alone, each. The X-rays done today will cost you $450, and the treatments, drugs and equipment used today will cost you around..." he paused for a moment to write this down and add it up.

"Excuse me," I said. "Could you break down the costs please, so that I can see where my money is going."

"Certainly," he said kindly. "Today's treatment was two broken legs, at $1500 per leg, including realignment of the bone, the casts and crutches. The fractured hip cost $20,000, everything included."

"20,000?" I cut in. "For a fractured hip?"

"The average cost of treatment for a fracture hip across America is $27000. Our price is considerably lower than that. It is extraordinarily difficult to treat a fractured hip." He carried on. "The X-rays today cost you, as I said, $450. The drugs are $5050...$1750...$2800"

Everything stopped making sense, until all I could hear was a string of numbers. I couldn't afford all of this, how was I going to pay for this all?

"So, in total, you're looking at around $31,500 for the treatment following the crash, and $76,000 for the cancer treatment. Of course, these are the basic treatment costs, excluding any additional treatments your mother may, and probably will, require. In total, so far the cost is looking at around $107,500."

"I...I can't afford that," I choked out, shocked.

"Well, as part of our hospital's policy, if you pay the money in one lump sum, we can give you a 10% discount."

"You want me to pay over $100,000 dollars in one go? I can't even afford half of that!" I said in disbelief, growing angry at this doctor. Just because he earned ridiculous amounts of cash, didn't mean everyone did.

"No, if you pay the crash money, so $31,500 all in one go, we will give you a 10% discount. We will reduce the fee by $3,150, so you will only have to pay $28,350."

"Only?"

"As opposed to $31,500, yes, only."

I took one look at his ignorant face, and stalked out of the office. "I'll get back to you," I spat out, and stalked out of the office, my fists clenched at my sides.

There was no way I could afford that amount of money. Why didn't Renee get insurance?

I rounded a corner and punch out at a wall in frustration. I clawed at my hair and pressed my fingers to my scalp as hard as I could, as if that might stop my brain from exploding.

"...dollars...treatment...surgery costs...discount...$31,500...only...expensive..."

The thoughts were swirling around my head, spinning faster and faster, until they could no longer fit.

"107,500...lump sum..."

I leaned against a wall, breathing heavily as the world became blurred. I was aware of the tears streaming down my face and people...lots of people rushing down the corridor, as I blended into the hospital walls, just another relative grieving over a loss.

"Chemotherapy...Radiotherapy...MRI scans... $107,500"

I sank to the ground, and the world went black.

I put my pen down and stretched my fingers out. I glanced back over the amount I had written, and then at my watch to see the time.

I was at the coffee bar again, and was seated at the same table as the last time. I found it easier to write here, where I could be alone with little risk of being seen or interrupted. It was peaceful and completely unrelated to my normal life; at home, I had the constant reminder of James, and the fear that came with the reminder that I would be caught by him.

It was almost 2pm, and I needed to get home and get ready for the function at the hospital tonight. I sighed, and packed up my notebook and pen into my tote. I drove home quickly, and entered the empty house.

I went upstairs and ran a bath, setting up my iPod and lighting some candles as I was waiting for the bath to fill up. I ran downstairs and grabbed the box of chocolates I kept for this kind of situation, as well as a romantic book, made sure all the doors were locked and got myself into the bath. I wanted to be completely relaxed and looking fantastic at the function.

I sat in the bath, just soaking and relaxing for about an hour, and then jumped into the shower to properly wash my hair with expensive shampoo and conditioner, and wash my body with a fragrant shower scrub.

When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel, and started to properly get ready.

I got my dress out of the wardrobe, where I had left it in the garment bag exactly how it had been delivered to me, and got out the new set of underwear I had bought specially for the occasion; a discreet, lacy thong and matching bra that the shop assistant had assured me would not show, yet make my breasts look amazing.

I put on some body butter, rubbing it deep into my skin all over my body to give my skin that 'satin smooth and richness', whatever that meant, and put a light moisturiser on my face.

By now, it was about 4.30pm, and I couldn't decide whether I should put on my dress first, or do my hair and make up first and then put on my dress.

Putting on my dress first would be better, then I can match my make up exactly to it...but then again, I could get smudges or stains on it.

But doing my hair and make up first...it would be safer, but would ruin my hair and make up. Not to mention, I would probably get stains on my dress when I put it on anyway.

I started to get panicked, not sure what to do. I opened up my garment bag to look at the dress. It would be easy enough to put the dress on by putting my feet in first right?

I decided to do that, and quickly started on my hair. First, I dried it, using a special spray to make it sleek and shiny. Then I curled my hair, before finally putting it up into a french twist, leaving several tendrils of hair which gently curled down towards my shoulders.

I then looked at my face, trying to think what to do. I put on a thin layer of matt foundation, and put on some eyeshadow, a slightly sparkly shade which was close to my natural skin tone, sweeping it onto the lid, giving me a natural look. I put on some eyeliner on my top lid only, drawing a thin line, which got thicker towards the end of the lid, and extended slightly off the lid, to make my eyes look longer. I applied mascara, and quickly shaped my lips with a lip liner, and used a red lipstick to add some colour, finally brushing some blusher along my cheek bones.

I looked in the mirror, astonished with the result; I look good, radiant and beautiful even. I was natural, yet stunning. I did an imaginary fist pump and victory dance, I was so pleased with my result.

I then quickly put on the discreet lingerie, and slid my dress on, putting my feet through first.

I finally put on a simple silver pendant with matching earrings, a silver bracelet and slid my feet into white satin shoes, making myself a good 3 inches taller.

I looked at myself in the mirror, astonished at the stranger staring back at me.

James was already at the function. He had told me the night before how he had to be at the venue from midday to help organise the event, and so I called myself a cab; there was no point me taking a car, as we would both have to drive home separately. I grabbed my white matching purse, and organza shawl, locked up, and got in the cab, telling the driver where to take me.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up at a large, elegant hotel, with a few stone steps leading up to the grand doors with large flowing plants either side and covered with small lights.

The whole setting looked beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.

I walked up the steps and into the lobby, where the guests were milling around, everybody looking amazing and glamorous.

I handed my shawl over to the doorman, and accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. I walked around for a bit, greeting certain guests and looking for James.

Finally, I saw him standing with a group of people, laughing and drinking happily.

I walked over to him, and he smiled, proudly, as he caught sight of me.

I greeted the people he had been talking to, and recognised them as his friends. I joined the conversation, and me and James seemed the perfect couple, the couple who everyone envies.

At 7.30 precisely, everyone entered the ballroom, and danced with their partners or helped themselves to food from the extravagant buffet, between speeches from executive hospital staff, which I only pretended to listen to.

I danced with James a few times, and we easily talked and joked together, putting on a performance for everyone.

As the evening got older, the guests grew more raucous, having consumed far too much of the free alcohol, and people began flirting with each other's partners and dancing with exotic strangers.

Around 9pm, a certain bronze haired man walked into the room, and I sank down further into my chair at our table, where I had taken a rest from the dancing and was sipping a glass of wine instead, watching James dance with some red haired woman I did not recognise. When I looked again, Edward was no longer there.

"Bella," he said, and I turned to look at him. I hadn't even noticed he had approached until he said my name.

"Edward," I said warmly. We hadn't seen each other since the morning I had gone to give him his keys, a fact that I was sure that he was also thinking back to.

"Is this chair free?" he asked, pointing to the chair next to me.

"Yep, and this one will be too if you sit there," I joked, and Edward laughed. "When did you get here? I haven't seen you all evening," I asked, as I sipped my wine.

"I have been here all day, helping James with the preperations," he said. He took a sip of his own drink. "You look beautiful," he said, looking into my eyes, penetrating so deep that I had to look away.

"Thank you," I said blushing. "You look pretty good yourself," I replied truthfully. He was dressed smartly in black slacks and a tux. I was practically salivating at the sight of him.

We sat comfortably for a while, until Edward asked "Is it okay, us sitting together? I mean won't James-"

"Nope," I cut him off. "James is as drunk as a skunk. He won't give even notice."

Edward nodded, and we continued to drink in silence.

Suddenly he stood up and offered me his hand.

I thought about it for a minute, and put down my wine. I took his hand, and he led my up to the dance floor. A slow song had just come on (typical), and we began to dance.

We started off very politely; his hand was resting lightly on my waist, and mine was on his shoulder, as we easily swayed to the music.

Somehow, by the end of the first song, his hand had wandered down to small of my back, caressing it gently with his wonderful hands.

By the end of the second song, another slow one, both of his hands were at the small of my back, and his face was resting on my shoulder, his face turned towards my neck so I could feel his every breath, and my hands had found themselves in his hair, massaging his scalp.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so amazing I didn't want to stop. "You know, I noticed you from the minute you walked into the hotel," he whispered, his breath feeling heavenly against my skin. "You were the most beautiful woman in the room."

"And you," I whispered in his ear, "are the sexiest man in the room," having drunk far too much.

"I know about James and your marriage," he suddenly whispered. "I heard him, that day after I left your house."

I was surprised by his confession, but not shocked or annoyed, surprisingly.

"I don't love him, I never did," I whispered back. "I am going to leave him soon; I am just trying to think how."

What the hell, he knows the basic story anyway.

He stopped moving and looking up at me. "Does that mean I'm still in with a chance?" he said, a beautiful crooked smile on his face.

I grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the door.

"Do you have your car?" I asked him, as I retrieved my shawl.

"Yeah, it's just..." he stopped talking as we reached the open doors.

Rain was pelting down furiously, pelting the ground, pummelling it as hard as it could. It was falling fast and thick, so much so that I couldn't even see that far through it.

"...around the corner," Edward finished as we stared at the rain. "Okay, you wait here; I will go get the car."

"No way, I'm coming with you," I replied. "Besides, I love the rain!" he looked at me, unconvinced. I pouted at him, and he groaned.

"Okay, fine," he said, defeated. "But only because I couldn't say no to that pout."

I beamed up at him.

"But, you have to take my jacket," he said, already taking it off.

"No, then you will be cold..." I trailed off as he pouted at me. How could I say no to a pout like that?

"Okay fine, but only because I couldn't say no to the pout," I said, throwing his words back at him. He laughed, and helped me into the huge jacket.

I grabbed hold of the skirt of the dress, pulling it up so that it wouldn't get wet, and we walked out into the rain, walking quickly through the vicious rain.

We held hands like a pair of teenagers, grinning at each other. We turned the corner, and the hotel was no longer visible. I pulled my dress up further, to stop the bottom of the dress from getting wet.

Edward noticed me trying to keep my dress dry. Without warning, he picked me up and carried my down the street bridal style, ignoring my protests.

I looped my arms around his neck as he carried me effortlessly down the street, walking quickly to get out of the rain.

"I thought you said the car was around the corner?" I asked Edward.

"It is," said Edward. "It's just a long corner."

Finally, we reached a black Volvo C30 parked on a street corner. "Here we are," Edward said, as he walked over to the passenger seat and opened it, before gently seating me inside, handling me as if I was made of porcelain.

He ran to the driver's side, and also got in, slamming the door behind him, and we sped off down the road, sneaking secret glances at each other, exchanging small smiles.

This was it!

Of course, I wasn't sure what 'it' was, but I knew that this was 'it', whatever that may be.

After a few silent minutes, we pulled up by a block of apartments, and Edward pulled the key out of the ignition, leaving nothing but silence. We sat in the car for a while, looking straight ahead, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Edward began to get out of the car, and I copied him, stepping straight into a puddle.

"Shit," I muttered, shaking my foot to try and get rid of some of the water. Edward chuckled, and picked me up again.

I watched his face as he walked steadily, his beautifully chiselled face. He walked calmly, gracefully even, as he carried me into a building, up some stairs, into a lift, towards a door, as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.

He fumbled in his pockets for a moment, looking for his keys. He found them and put them in the lock, the door opening with a resounding 'click' shattering the silence of the corridor.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me.

I nodded, and he stepped into the apartment.

"Welcome to my apartment," he whispered, with his crooked grin, before attacking my lips with his. I heard him kick the door shut, as he kissed me hungrily.

He stood my down on my feet and leaned me against the door, before resting his forehead against mine.

"What's wrong?" I asked, anxious. Had I done something wrong?

Wordlessly, he took my hand and led me through the dark apartment, until we reached a bedroom.

The whole west wall was made of glass, a huge window overlooking the city. The drapes were open, and I could see the whole city skyline, lit up by windows of office blocks and apartment blocks. The view was amazing. "Wow," I breathed.

There was a massive bed against the south wall, the same wall through which we had entered through a door. From the bed, you would always be able to see out of the windows, and fall asleep looking out at the city. Edward was so lucky!

On the wall opposite the bed was a large fireplace, above which was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. This middle part of the wall seemed to protrude further than the two sides of the wall either side, probably for the supply for the fireplace. Two comfortable looking armchairs sat either side of the fireplace, in these slight alcoves in the wall.

Edward picked me up again and sat me on the edge of his bed, facing the large window, and kneeled in front of me. He slowly took my shoes off, massaging my feet.

He suddenly had a towel in his hand and was drying them off for me, continuing to massage them at the same time. He moved up to my ankles and calves, hitching my dress up slowly. He moved my legs apart and kneeled between them, pulling my dress up higher to massage my thighs.

I grabbed his head and pushed his chin up to look at me. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he moaned softly.

He reached up behind my head, and slowly pulled the pins holding my hair up out, to let my hair fall loose. He massaged my scalp, and it was my turn to moan. I took his jacket off and threw it aside, suddenly feeling very warm.

He grabbed the towel again, and dried my soaked hair for me. He stood me up, and turned me around, before pulling the zip of my dress down, and peeling the dress away from my shoulders, and letting it fall to the ground.

He gasped lightly, and began to kiss my shoulders, winding his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. "You are so beautiful," he murmured against my back.

I turned around to face him again, and pulled his tie loose, and unbuttoned his chest, to reveal a beautifully toned and muscular body. I ran my fingers over the planes of his chest, before dropping my hands lower to unbuckle his belt, and drop his trousers. He stepped out of them, and reached down to take off his socks, his gaze never leaving my face, leaving him standing before me in just his boxers.

He pushed me towards the bed, and lay me down carefully in the middle of it, before crawling up my body so he was lying on top of me, but his weight wasn't on me. He began to kiss me again, as my hands knotted in his hair. I broke away to breath, and Edward continued his assault down my neck and to my boobs. He reached behind us and unclasped my bra, paying special attention to my boobs as I moaned, my hands in his hair still.

He broke away, and moved back up to my lips, reaching over to his nightstand. "Shit," he muttered. He looked at me apologetically. "I don't have any condoms," he said, sounding disappointed, and making to get up.

I pulled him back down to me. "Do you trust me? Because I trust you," I said, between kisses. "I'm on the pill?" this last bit came out as more of a question than a statement.

"Of course I trust you," Edward said. He pulled my thong off and threw it aside, and I tried to reach and pull his boxers off, Edward noticed what I was trying to do, and pulled them off, throwing them towards where he had thrown my thong.

I flipped us over, and began to kiss down Edward's chest, but he stopped me. "This night is all about you," he whispered, and flipped us back over.

He lined my entrance up with his giant, erect cock, and slowing entered me. I could feel myself stretch to accommodate him, and we both moaned at the sensation. When he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, before moving inside me, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts.

I could feel my climax building, and my body was longing to fall over the edge; it had been so long since I had orgasmed from a man.

Edward reached between us, and began to rub my clit, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Finally, he whispered "Cum for me Bella," and an orgasm rippled through my body, causing me to scream with the intensity of it, and Edward came moments later, falling on top of me.

He lay there for a few minutes, as we regained our breath, and then rolled onto his back, threading his hands through mine.

"Wow, that was just..." I said sleepily.

"Amazing," he finished.

He rolled me onto my side so that I was looking out of the giant window, and spooned me from behind, his glorious arms wrapped around my waist my head leaned against his chest.

He pulled the duvet over us, and we fell asleep content, watching the city, with not a care in the world, unafraid of what tomorrow would bring.

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