Here I am, once more. So, no one had any requests about futuretakes, but I've thought of something. I'm working on it. So, here's what's gonna happen. After this chapter, there will be an epilogue and a futuretake. Of course, you can still send me any ideas you may have. Just saying. Okay? Also, once this story is done, I'll get started on something else. I have a couple of plot bunnies, but I need to organize them and have a few chapters ready before I start posting. So, put me on Author Alert. Hopefully, I'll have the summary for you soon enough, but I don't know when that will be. You know, school, tests, Santorini and all that.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight.

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Chapter Twelve

I try unsuccessfully to go to sleep as I stare at the hospital room ceiling for over an hour now, my mind reeling over what happened within the last few days. I shift my gaze to the left and can't help the smile that forms on my lips.

For the last week Eirini and Edward take turns on who's to sleep with me. I still can't believe it. My mom, my fucking mom is finally here, with me. She wants me, she always did, she didn't want to let go, she was forced. She didn't want to let go… she loves me. She always did. She never wanted to leave me…

~*~TBL~*~

Before I even realize it, she darts across the room and hugs me. She hugs me so tightly my ribs hurt, but I don't care. I need this. I've been deprived of this feeling for so long. Suddenly, I want to kill my own father. My arms wrap around her neck, squeezing her to me, and we sob loudly into each others' necks.

"My baby, my beautiful baby," she chants through her tears. I can only cling tighter to her. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale. She does the same. She smells familiar. Comfort. Warmth. I don't want to let go, ever. She's here! She pulls back and cradles my face, brushing my tears away with her thumbs. They keep coming anyway.

"My baby girl," she whispers and I nod. "I love you, so much, sweetie," she breaths out and hugs me again. I sob, sob, sob, I can't get it all out. It's too much. She's here, she's here. My mommy's here. She loves me and she's here.

"Mum," I whimper again and fist her hair.

"I'm here, baby, I'm not letting go. Ever. I love you," she cries and I want to believe her. So much, I do. But what if she's ripped from me again? What if she's taken away? What if Charlie hurts her?

"Dad!" I break away with a gasp, my eyes frantically searching for injuries. Irrational, I know, but I need it. I need to make sure that she's here.

"He's taken in, Bella," Edward whispers and rubs my back from his spot on my bed. His eyes are wet. So are Esme's, who's currently hugging him lightly.

"He won't hurt you again, dear. Carlisle and I will make sure of it," she says firmly. I nod and try to bury in my mum's hug. I can do that now. Because she's here. And she'll let me do it, because she loves me.

"Last time you tried to do that, you were shorter than my arm," she whispers in my hair and kisses it. "You were so small and pink." She stands upright and for a second I freak out, but then it's okay, because she sits down on my right. "I can't believe he named you after my mother, too." I love this moment. This exact fucking moment, I love it. I may be in a hospital bed, but I'm surrounded by people who care. There's my mum on the right, Edward on the other side, my mum, his mother next to him –who may not be so bad, after all- Edward's dad, and my mum. I love it.

But as much as I love it, I have to shatter it. I owe her to come clean. I have to explain. It was my fault, but I didn't mean it.

"Mum?" I mumble.

She sucks in a short breath. "Yes, sweetie?" I hadn't realized until now that her accent is quite thick. More on that later. Good, so much to learn about each other.

"Mum, Carrie…" I trail off and blink back a new set of tears.

"Shhh," she whimpers and she starts crying again. "I know baby, I know what happened. I'm sorry we lost her, sweetie," she coos. "But it wasn't your fault."

"But I distracted her," I say, more to myself than her. I can practically hear Edward thinking 'I told you so'. "It's my fault."

"No," she whispers thickly. "It wasn't, I swear. I never blamed you, sweetie. Never."

"Yo, Bella, those fuckers wouldn't let me in- Oh. What do we have here?" Emmett booms as he bursts through the door. Thank you. Tension lifted. Even a little bit. "Is this Auntie Renée?"

"Uhhh…"

"Yes," I interrupt. Turning to her, I explain. "He couldn't pronounce it."

"Oh," she nods. "It's 'Eirini'. It means peace," she smiles and she reminds me of Carrie so fucking much. She didn't get to see her one last time.

"Ah, well. I'm Emmett. Sonia's son."

~*~TBL~*~

"Can't sleep?" my mum startles me. She brushes some hair away from my face and smiles down at me.

"I was thinking about all… this," I shrug and flail my arms vaguely. "I thought you didn't want me," I whimper. "I always thought I was the reason you left."

"No, baby. Never," she cries and cups my cheeks, getting out of her chair. "I loved you –love you- like you wouldn't believe. But there was shit I could do. I was scared both for you and Carrie and me. Besides, he was a cop, son of a well respected cop. Who would believe me? I'd be the irresponsible teenager, looking for an out."

"I wish Carrie was here," I whisper and quickly wipe my lingering tears.

"She is. Απλά δε μπορούμε να τη δούμε. It'd be really weird if we could," she jokes and we snicker.

"When you found out, what did you do?" I ask.

"I was in Arizona at the time. I- I can't describe how it felt. It was like someone was punching me repeatedly, I could feel physical pain. It hurt so much. I thought I was going crazy. I just sat in the living room, screaming in a cushion. I blamed Charlie, myself, that driver, even the kid that had you out late. But never you, sweetie," she assures before I can ask. "I was worried for you, too. So, so worried. I was told you were- Anyway, you're fine now. You're getting out tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I answer, though she already knew it. She can't handle heavy conversations. She wants light. I can work with that. That's just how Mom is. I already love her.

She looks so much like Carrie. Same height, same body type. Strawberry blonde hair, curly, blue eyes. A nice, light tan. I look sickly white next to her. She is fun to have around. She'll do anything to get away from a "serious" talk. I don't blame her. On the contrary, I'm thankful. We've already had so many of them.

"I assume leaving Forks is out of the question for now," she comments and my head snaps up, eyes wide as saucers. "Oh, come on, Bella. Even a blind person can see how attached Edward and you are to each other. I'm happy for you. He seems like a nice guy. Νοιάζεται για σένα." There's that word again.

"He does," I blush and I look down. He's always so sweet with me. My Sweetward.

"Then I won't try to take you away from him. However, now that I've found you, I don't want to let go, even for a second," she grimaces.

"Oh, right. Your life is in Chicago," I mumble and look down again. I do that a lot. I think I picked it up from Edward.

"Not for long," she smiles a bit. I urge her to go on.

"Well, I have someone back there, but it won't be a problem. I've told you how Phil was injured during a game and he's now coaching?" she asks.

"Yes?" I trail off.

"Well, he had gotten an offer to coach the baseball team in Port Angeles High School and we thought it was a pretty good idea, but we were apprehensive. I don't think it'll be a problem now. You sealed the deal," she smiles and strokes my hair.

"What if he doesn't like me?" I bite my lip.

"Impossible."

"And what about this Heidi chick? I mean, Edward has told me about…" I trail off.

"That will be a bit of a problem, but as long as Edward and Heidi can keep it on a civilized level… I don't know what he's told you, but she's matured a lot. She's about two weeks away from popping her first baby," she smiles and I can see she genuinely cares for her. I'm not jealous, but I still don't trust her. Perhaps, after I've met her myself and done my own evaluation. "He called me while the doctors were with you. He said he called PAHS and accepted their offer. He wanted to surprise me," she smiles shyly and blushes a bit.

"You're such a girl," I tease.

"Look who's talking! Like you don't know how you and Edward are with each other… 'Έλεος πια," she shakes her head. She lets a few words slip from time to time without realizing.

"Whatever, μαμά," I wave her off. "I'm trying to go to sleep," I grumble, closing my eyes. I'm smiling. It's nice.

~*~TBL~*~

"So, here we are," Edward announces happily as we walk - well, I stumble with my crutches- through his bedroom door and he sets my duffle bag under his desk. I smile at his exuberance. He's... eager to share a room with me, as am I. Esme wasn't as thrilled, but we were out of options. Mom had -reluctantly- to go back to Chicago to help with the move and Edward didn't want to leave me alone in Charlie's house even for a minute. I don't think he's paranoid. I don't want to stay there, either. Plus, in my condition, I can't do a lot of stuff without assistance. So, with a small nudge from Carlisle that I should be under watch because of the concussion and my fucked up leg -not a good combination when you face stairs- she relented. Edward was adamant to be the one taking care of me. Cutie. He sets me on the right side of the bed and leans my crutches against the wall, next to the en suite door. I have a side now. I love it. I make myself comfortable and take a deep breath. I couldn't do that two days ago. It hurt too much. It doesn't hurt now. Much.

"Maybe you shouldn't do that, Ladybug," he murmurs and grabs my medicine, settling next to me.

"Thanks," I say softly and accept the pills. At first, it was hard to accept any kind of help, even something as simple as that. I still feel uncomfortable. The fact that Edward laid off a tad helps a lot. I think Esme had something to do with that. After swallowing, Edward drags me gently to his chest and tucks me under his arm.

"Don't you want to rest for a while?" he whispers. Grrr.

"No," I try as calmly as I can. "I'm not tired."

"Okay, okay," he chuckles and reaches up to press the play button on his stereo. Etta James's "At last" feels the room. I sigh again and furrow closer to him, tilting my head up for a kiss. He doesn't disappoint.

His lips move passionately over mine, his tongue trying to pry my mouth open. I part my lips willingly and he doesn't waste any time in plunging his wet tongue in my mouth. My hand reaches up and weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to me.

"Ladybug," he moans and moves his hand to cup my breast. I groan and arch my back desperately. I want more. I need more. Rolling my nipple between his fingers through my cotton bra, he kneads my mount expertly. My hand leaves his hair as his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of my neck, nipping and sucking it with his lips.

My hand travels south, over his subtly defined chest and stomach, following his happy trail. I feel his left hand, his other one still on my breast, heading towards mine, which had found purchase on the bulge on his pants. I started getting hopeful when our hands joined, but it was short-lived. He removes our hands off him and rests them on my hip. No… "Edward," I whine and try to force our hands where they were before, but he won't budge.

"Bella, we can't, you know that," he sighs and moves away from me completely. "You need to heal first," he kisses my palm.

Fuck that. I can take his chivalry to a point, but everyone has limits. Mine has been reached. I grab him by the neck and force him down on me.

"Bella-"

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me," I cut him off. All this tenderness, this sweetness –and his fingers from two nights ago- have gotten me incredibly horny. I just, grrr… want him. I pull his hair and shove my tongue into his mouth. For a second I worry I'm coming off too strong, but he responds and his hand goes back to my boob, so it's all good. I start unbuttoning my shirt, but once again he stops me.

"Edward-"

"Shut up and kiss me," he repeats my words. I'm about to interrupt again, when I feel his deft fingers opening my shirt, button by button. He pushes it off my shoulders and supports my back so I can take it off completely. I settle back down on the mattress and he throws it carelessly… somewhere.

"Beautiful," he whispers and kisses me again. Mirroring his previous movements, I strip him off his shirt and let it join mine on the floor. He fumbles with the clasp of my bra, getting frustrated when he can't unclasp it.

"Could you just-" he pants with his forehead against mine, "you know, off? Please?" his eyes are glued on my cleavage. Sir, yes, Sir.

Obeying him, I reach around my back to free myself of the offensive undergarment. He licks his lips suggestively and lowers his mouth to my breast, immediately sucking my erect nipple in his mouth, as he teases my other one with his fingers again and oh, he- yesss, he grinds his cock against my pussy.

"Love your taste, Ladybug," he murmurs against my areola and reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants, always mindful of the small brace keeping my ankle in place.

"So do I," I moan back. Too bad I won't be able to kneel for a while.

The brainwave leaves me when he pulls my sweatpants down, along with my panties. Once they are, too, on the floor, he starts teasing my slit with his long fingers, as he trails butterfly kisses all over my stomach.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans against my scarred hip.

"No teasing this time baby, please," I beg. We have time for that later. Now, I just want him.

"Your wish is my command, milady," he whispers and he slithers down my body. He takes a long lick at my pussy lips, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, and pushes two of his fingers deep inside me.

"Fuck!" I exclaim and rock my hips against his hand. He doesn't waste any time in sucking my clit in his mouth. His fingers slide easily in and out of me and his free hand reaches up to play with my nipple. Damn multitasker.

"Edward!" I moan.

"Come on, Ladybug," he commands softly. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs my swollen clit feverishly with his thumb and shoves his hot tongue through my drenched folds. My back arches slightly, but he keeps me in place. Moaning louder than before, my inner muscles spasm and I come all over his face.

Looking up at me, he drags a hand over his chin. He climbs back over me and kisses me passionately, letting me taste myself on him.

"Fuck baby, now!" I groan.

"Yes," he hisses. We both reach for his flyer and together we rid him of his jeans and boxers. Now we're both naked. Fuck, this is it. I can't wait.

He stretches to his nightstand and pulls a brand new box of condoms out of the drawer. I raise an eyebrow.

"Don't comment," he blushes. Kneeling between my parted legs, he rolls the rubber on and it's so fucking erotic. "You're absolutely sure about this, right?" he asks again after getting in position above me. I give a small nod. "Are you?" After all, he's the one who's never done this before. I have nothing to lose. Still, it feels different. And I love it.

"Yes," he smiles. "Σ'αγαπώ, Πασχαλίτσα."

"Και εγώ σ'αγαπώ," I smile timidly and pull him down for a kiss.

He grips the base of his cock and aligns it with my entrance. With our breaths mingling together, he slowly pushes in. He may or may not whimper a bit. All air leaves me in a whoosh. Fuck, it feels so good. It hurts a bit, as I had predicted, but it was to be expected. I had been celibate for the past few months and he's, uhm… he's huge. So, yeah. Instead, I focus on the feeling of having me surround me. We're skin to skin, clinging to each other tightly.

"You okay?" he forces out when his all the way in, his voice strangled.

"Are you?" I fire back.

"You have nooo idea," he groans and I purse my lips, trying not to laugh. "Can you just not move a single muscle? Because I'm two seconds away from blowing it, and I'm dead-set on making you come, too," he asks and drops his forehead in the crook of my neck.

"Sure, not a muscle," I bite my lip and run my fingers up and down his slightly muscular arms, his scalp, his chest, his back. I sigh and relax, waiting for him to get a grip. After a few moments, he starts kissing my neck, making me shudder, and thrusts hesitantly inside me, just to test the waters, I suppose.

"Mmm," I purr and throw my head back, giving him full access to my neck, since he always seems to love it so much.

"Oh my God, Bella," he groans. "So good."

I smile and suck his earlobe in to my mouth. His groans get a little louder, his movements speed up a bit. Oh my… I put my hands on his hip and buttock to guide him, and he obeys by moving in slightly circular motions, always making sure my clit rubs against his pelvic bone.

"Harder, baby, please," I mewl in his ear and move my pelvis upwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. He picks up my good leg and wraps it around his waist, opening me wider. He goes faster now, fuck, he slides deeper. Yesss. I throw my head back and moan like a whore, racking my fingernails across his back.

He attacks my chest with his mouth, almost in a frenzied state. Nipping, licking, kissing -fuck- sucking. How I love his mouth. His thumb finds my clit and rubs persistent little circles, making me lose my goddamn mind.

"Are you close, Ladybug?" he mumbles and goes a bit faster. "Please tell me you are, I- I won't last," he whines and sucks harder.

"Σχεδόν," I sob out and let out a small scream. The knot in my stomach winds more and more tightly. I feel I'm about to explode. I grunt in frustration and move my hips more forcefully against his, using my leg around his waist as leverage, the pain in my ribs all but forgotten.

Edward rubs me faster, his cock moving erratically into me, making me wetter than ever before. "Please, baby. Come for me, come," he orders softly and pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he bites down on my sore nipple and delivers a hard, long thrust.

"Edward!" The coil in me breaks and my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under. It spreads from my pussy all the way up to my stomach, flushing my chest and cheeks red. I can feel it reaching my curled toes.

Edward moves twice more and then finds his own release, letting out a string of profanities. I barely recover in time to see his face when he cums. His brows furrow together and his nose wrinkles adorably. His jaw goes slack as he's lost in his own pleasure. Just the sensation of his thick cock pulsing inside me is enough to get me ready all over again.

His arms suddenly give out and he drops his weight on me. I hug him tightly just like his hands wrap around me, dragging my fingers through his hair. He sighs and kisses my temple. "I must be crushing you," he mumbles sleepily and pushes up again to face me.

"It's okay," I shrug. "It's certainly worth it."

"So you liked it?" he asks, sounding hopeful.

"I loved it. Edward, honestly, stop worrying so much," I smile lazily up at him.

"Well, since I have no one else to worry about. If I have to speak for myself," he trails off and looks down where we're still joined, shaking his head, "I think I found my new favorite hobby," he chuckles.

"Really?" I half-giggle and half-moan as he pulls slowly out of me.

"Mm-hm," he murmurs and disposes of the used condom. "I really fucking love you," he smiles down at me when he settles on his side of the bed again and pulls me to his chest gently, always mindful of my injuries.

"I'm glad I was your first," I say quietly and snuggle closer.

"You and me both," he laughs through his nose. "Now, time for some Z's, Miss Swan."

Sir, yes, Sir, I think again as I bury my face in his chest and breathe in his amazing natural scent, now mixed with mine.


Translation:

Απλά δε μπορούμε να τη δούμε = We simply can't see her.

Νοιάζεται για σένα= He cares for you

Έλεος πια = Have mercy

Μαμά = Mom

Σ'αγαπώ, Πασχαλίτσα = I love you, Ladybug

Και εγώ σ'αγαπώ = I love you, too

Σχεδόν = Almost

Yay, mother-daughter moments. Personally, I love cuddling with my Mom, not that I admit it. But, I do. And, our beloved Sweetward lost his V-card. I didn't want them to have any special setting, because that's not them. If there were any candles involved, they'd probably set the place on fire. I felt like simplicity and spontaneity is more like them. Did you like it?

And a little something that I think needs clarification: Remember when Esme said Eirini doesn't know her baby's name? She was talking about her middle name. (Marie) Also, Eirini hadn't told Esme about Carrie, she had only said she had left two girls behind. Dead or not, Eirini still counted Eirini as an actual daughter. Sorry for the mix-up.

Leave me your thoughts! Reviews get you Sweetward calling you his Ladybug in any language you like. ;)

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