"Go go, we can catch up with you." I smiled, waved and sprinted towards the house.

I was already at the house when she sprinted from the trees and threw herself into my arms, wrapping her slender arms around my neck. She was so perfect, and she just fit. She was meant to be mine, and I was going to make sure that she was. As soon as I could. Alice and I had spoken about my plans – now we just had to keep Bella from knowing. We were going to work on her ability as soon as we could. Alice had told me that Bella would soon be able to block my gift – able to turn the mind reading on and off whenever she wanted but that she wouldn't often – she didn't want to intrude on anyone's privacy. My grip tightened on her at just the thought of what I was going to do and I sighed her name. It was like a prayer on my lips, and with good reason. She was all that I had ever need in a companion – in a mate.

"I missed you." She whispered into the marble like skin of my cheek.

"Missed you too, love." I pressed my nose to her hair, breathing her scent and relaxing – the tension in my back and shoulders fading as she gently ran her hands over them. Her touch still left my reeling – it was still warm, just not hot like fire as it had been whilst she was a human. I still remembered the sensation. No other human had ever felt nice if they had touched me. They had been unwelcome and an unneeded temptation. But she was different – I craved her touch, need it, lived for it.

"I love you." She said – possibly in response to my thoughts.

"More than I though possible." I leaned in – covering her lips with mine again. Before anything to get to serious, Emmett's unmistakable voice called us.

"Honestly guys, get a room." I growled at him while Bella scowled. He hair was ruffled and his clothing was torn. He was holding his wrist, which appeared to be popped from place.

"At least my mate didn't beat me up." I growled at him with a satisfied smirk, as his own dropped from his face and he pouted.

"It's funny how he thinks that he still had his self respect, good job Rose, you broke him." Bella chuckled, first looking up at me and then at my sister, who was sitting on the back porch steps with a satisfied smile on her lips. The others had caught up by now and where milling around the backyard or the living room, taking in the new surroundings of the house and deciding where everything should be out this time.

"I did what had to be done." She nodded in satisfaction and then lifted herself up off the stairs and onto the porch. "Come along – you guys need to unpack the stuff that you bought and the stuff that we bought back, the moving truck will be here in a few days. What bedroom are you guys going to use?" I stiffened. We hadn't spoken about this, and I didn't want her to think that we had to share a room. Maybe she wasn't ready for that yet. "Maybe she thought that I would expect something from her by suggesting that.

Do you want to share a room? I thought, directing the thought to her. She looked up at me and nodded, smiling at me and showing all of her gleaming white teeth. I pulled her to my chest – well, tried to. She was already so close.

"We can look at the rooms and decide what one you like better."

"We like better." She stressed the word we. I smiled apologetically. Decisions about us couldn't be one sided anymore – we both had to decide. That was fair really, whenever I made a decision without her help I messed everything up. Just look at what happened when I left her.

Greif started to seep into my body again and she hit my chest with the back of her hand, snapping me from my retrieve to find her looking up at me with a frown on her perfect heart shaped face. The sadness descended and joy took it's place. I had her,

"What?" I asked innocently as she rolled her eyes. I rubbed the spot that she had hit – that newborn strength was going to take some getting used to -for the both of us.

"Sorry." She muttered, looking crestfallen. I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face so that I could see her eyes, thinking that she had nothing to be sorry for, that she would gain control in no time, that she couldn't hurt me – not really. She smiled. "Come on, lets go look at the other room."

This house was similar to the one at Forks, but more rustic. It was a brick house – not orange or red or that gross dark brown, but forest brown. It was two stories high, because the last time that we were here it was only me and Carlisle, and Esme, but she had only been here for a short amount of time. The first floor was made up of a kitchen, a dining room, a lounge room, entrance hall, a music room and a library. Upstairs was four bedrooms and a study. Carlisle was lucky that we brought this house – who would have thought that one day we would have a need for all of these rooms? Bella ran me up the stairs, and stopped when we got to the end of the upper story. She pulled me into my room and gasped again at the view.

"So this one?" She whispered breathlessly and I chuckled at her facial expression. She looked so cute.

"If you so wish. The two rooms share a bathroom but I think that the other closet is bigger."

"Alright, so we should start to move the stuff in right?" I nodded enthusiastically, happy to be taking another step in my life with her.

By the end of the night everything that we had packed was unpacked. None of us had anything to do, except for the two 'grown ups.' Esme was working on a new floor plan for the house, she didn't want to re-do everything at the same time, but she definitely wanted to do some work. Carlisle was looking up jobs at the local hospitals and calling Ithaca, he hadn't actually quit there, as we had only just remembered. Bella and I were laying on the 1920's day bed, both of us one our backs with her between my legs, her head resting on my chest. I remember the last time I had laid on this bed, just before we moved from Ashland. I had been trying to ignore Esme and Carlisle, they were lounging on the trees outside and giggling and talking, both of them oblivious to how the other one felt ( as they would remain for the next few months). I had been sitting here, listing to the radio and trying to find something louder than the constant Carlisle Carlisle Carlisle from Esme, or the same but in reverse coming from Carlisle. Bella looked up at me, curiouosity swimming in her eyes.

"What, it's true."

"How long did it take them?"

"Five months until they started anything, and they were completely obvious the whole time – but the other one had no idea what the other one was feeling. The whole situation was maddening, nothing I said would convince them."

"Naww, poor baby." She giggled, putting her right hand on my cheek.

It was three days later and the moving truck was scheduled to arrive within the hour. Bella thought that she would be alright if she was still here while the moving men where here, but we didn't want to take any risks. It didn't take to long to convince her that we should go hunting instead of staying in the basement or our room, even if she did think to remind us that she was in Port Angeles and Seattle.

So we went hunting instead. She caught a dear and an elk then whined a little bit about how full she felt. I could sympathize, having been bloated on blood myself before – the sensation was unpleasant, you could clearly feel all the blood sloshing around in you stomach, and when the liquid cooled things got even worse.

"Ewww." She groaned. "I can feel all of the blood moving around." She scrunched up her face, her nose wrinkling in the most adorable way. I chuckled at her, moving forwards until I could pull her from the tree that she was leaning on and wrap my arms around her waist, burying my nose in her hair and breathing her strawberries and freesia scent.

"Don't worry, you're a newborn so your body will absorb all of the blood soon." She nodded her head against my shoulder.

"Do you think that they will be done yet?" She muttered.

"Maybe, we have been for a few hours, and I doubt that they got the movers to put anything upstairs. We can head back now if you want." She nodded against me again.

Before long, we were back at the human-free house and greeted by Alice screeching orders at us, telling us where things needed to be moved and what needed to be unpacked first. Esme was saying more or less the same thing, but doing it in a much more Esme way. She wasn't yelling, but she was clearly stressed. Emmett attempting to juggle the crystal glasses that we never use probably didn't help her any either.

"All of your things are upstairs in your room, except for your couch which is next to the stairs, but still upstairs.

"Alright Esme, we'll go and do that now." I patted her arm soothingly, while she looked close to breaking down. Bella hugged her and said 'sorry about Emmett' before we heard a crash from the kitchen, and she pulled me upstairs. We were already in my room when I heard Esme start to scream at Emmett. When we looked out the window, he was running again.

"Does he do that often? I mean, does he get chased away by the women in the house a lot?"

"Sometimes, but it's happening now more then before." Bella nodded thoughtfully, shrugging, before turning back and looking at the mess that was our room only four hours before. "So where do we start?" She smiled up at me.

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The movers had arrived at ten that morning, but by midnight we were completely unpacked, well almost. Alice was still working on her clothes and Jasper plus Carlisle were still trying to unpack their books – whether in the library or Carlisle's office. I hadn't even made a dent in the CD collection. Sighing I looked over at Bella – who was sitting cross legged on the floor, surrounded by CD boxes and reading the back of one of them. Her forehead was scrunched up in concentration. I sighed and smiled over at her, ecstatic just to be in her presence again.

"I know this song, I just don't – I can't remember how it goes. I remember the tune and I am so close to remembering but -."

"What song is it?" I asked as I walked over and sat next to her, putting one arm over her shoulder and leaning my head against hers, glancing at the CD.

"Blister in the sun."

"Why don't you just play it?"

"The CD player isn't set up yet." I hadn't noticed that yet. I started to replay the song in my head for her.

When I'm walking, I strut my stuff, then I'm so strung out.

I am high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out.

Let me go on, like a blister in the sun.

Let me go on, big hands I know that you are the one.

She giggled. "In remember that now, and can I say, hearing you say that possible lowered my respect for you." She continued giggling whilst I continued to stare blankly at her.

"Well you wanted to hear the song, sorry for helping you." I grumbled, nuzzling my nose into her hair.

"Yer but honestly Edward – 'stop to check you out?'."

"Whatever." I grumbled, secretly pleased to see her so carefree.

"I heard that."

Now I knew how the others felt, well, knew more. Having someone else know my every thought was tiring, and often confusing. Having to keep my thoughts in check was even more so, but it was worth it. And I didn't really mind that she could read my mind, if that was what helped her forgive me – to help her understand what I was like without her. I didn't mind her knowing everything. If only I could hear her.

"Well maybe someday we will find out what is wrong with my head, maybe it's a part of this whole 'I can get your gift thing'. Maybe I can turn this off two, I can try and focus on that too." I looked at her, stunned. Why hadn't I thought of that – if she could take off the other gifts, then why couldn't she take off this one?

"We can practice." She said, tilting her head up to peck me softly on the lips. I hummed in response. We spent the rest of the evening unpacking the CD's and setting up the stereo – enjoying each others company. We talked about everything and nothing, what we wanted to do, colleges, the near-by hunting, what else she should expect as a newborn and her family. Her old human family.

"So they really think that I am dead?" She was sitting on the floor again, again reading the covers of one of the CD's that I had accumulated over the years, and I was finishing up the nineties, finally. I stopped what I was doing, turning and looking at her frowning at the CD. I don't think that it was because she couldn't remember this time.

"I'm sorry that it had to be that way, if I had of been earlier, or if I hadn't have left in the first place, you could have had longer. You cold have said your goodbyes and you would have had the choice, I wouldn't have had to – the change wouldn't have had to be like that."

"You would have still changed me? Even if I hadn't been dying?"

"If that was what you wanted, yes. I am a selfish creature Bella, I forced myself to live without you once and I was not prepared to do that again."

"Good, and it can't be selfish if I want that to. That makes it a mutual, and responsible, decision." She nodded determinedly. I was suddenly in front of her, her cheeks cradled in my hands as she sighed and leaned into my touch.

"I love you."

"I love you more." She opened her eyes as she spoke, they black iris's darkening for reasons that had nothing to do with thirst.

"Impossible." I leaned forward to kiss her, capturing her still soft lips with my own. They molded together perfectly. I pulled away, reluctantly, after a few minutes, before anything could get to serious. She wasn't ready for that yet.

She was silent, but obviously thinking about something that had been frustrating her for a while. "They must be upset, but I don't remember everything."

"We could always check up on them, help them out somehow. Alice would probably be willing to go and visit Charlie. It would be too late to go to your….funeral…. but we could do something if you wanted to do." She had started to shake her head before I had finished speaking.

"No, I have left all of that behind me now, I just can't help but think about how they are."

"That's completely normal, you never even got the chance to say goodbye. Was Charlie even home when you left?"

"Don't remember. All that I remember of that day was jumping, and then seeing you. I remember everything from the cliff face with surprisingly good clarity." She rolled her eyes.

"I still want t go and see him, if that's alright with you two." I jumped, stunned. I hadn't heard Alice come up the stairs, or open the door for that matter. "I just want him to know that we care, that we still love you." She looked directly at Bella now.

"If you want to see him, you can go Alice, it probably is a good idea." Alice dances over to us, sitting crossed legged on the box that was next to Bella and I.

"What do you want me to do if I see Jacob? He might be around."

"If you see your future disappear, you leave, change course so that you don't see him. Drive everywhere and don't stay for too long."

"Take Jasper with you – unless the emotional climate would be too much for him." I added to my loves words, turning my head when I saw Jasper appear in the door way.

"Please, I spent about a month uninterrupted with you before you left for the first time, I can deal with Charlie. Plus, there is no way that I would let Alice go there alone." Jasper came over and sat next to us.

Alice nodded. "I'll book the flights."

Thankyou to all those who reviewed, there won't be any lemons and I think that's for the best, it would seem weird in this story. I may write one as a one-shot if I get time, but with this story, the other story that I havn't posted yet and school (homework and assigments in every friggin subject) I might not get around to that.

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