Went wedding dress shopping yesterday….yeah, ten days before the wedding. I'm a procrastinator. But I found a dress and took it right home. No alterations needed.

BPOV

I trooped up the stairs in my apartment building after getting home from the hospital, looking forward to a nice long bath. I reached my apartment and realized the door was slightly open. The first thought that ran through my head was that I had been robbed.

I carefully eased the door open, peeking my head inside.

Suddenly a pair of arms were around me, and I screamed bloody murder.

"Shh! Bella, what's wrong?" The voice asked, slamming the apartment door shut.

"Mom?!" I gasped, my chest heaving. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were in the hospital, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." My mother explained, holding me at arms length so she could examine me.

"So you came to Chicago? All the way from Jacksonville?" I asked. This was exactly what my mother was like. Overprotective. Spur of the moment. Dramatic.

"Anything for my only daughter." She said, dropping her arms and crossing them over her chest. "It's not like you have anyone else to take care of you." She mumbled under breath, and I rolled my eyes.

"Mom, come on. I am not ready to be in a relationship." I groaned, retreating into the kitchen. She followed close behind.

"It's been eight years since that boy broke your heart!" Mom protested as I got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, popping an Advil. "Maybe you should go out on a date. Baby, with your looks it wouldn't be hard to find someone." Dear god this was an awkward conversation.

"That's not the point, mom." I huffed, sitting down at the kitchen table. She sat as well, propping her elbows up on table.

"Come on, when's the last time you were on a date?" She asked eagerly.

"Not that long ago." I said evasively, just as someone knocked on the door. I got up to answer it, and my mom followed me to the door.

"What do you mean?" She asked, grinning. "Have you gone on a date lately?"

"Mom, someone's at the door." I said calmly, like I was talking to a child. "So please be quiet so I can talk to whoever is here." She rolled her eyes but fell silent, looming behind me as I swung the door open, eager for salvation.

Tyler.

I bit back a groan and forced a little smile.

"Oh hey, Tyler." I forced a pleasant tone and my mom giggled a little from behind me.

"Hey. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Tyler said, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

"How sweet!" My mother cooed, startling both of us. "Why don't you come in, cutie?" I fought the urge to elbow her, and Tyler grinned.

"Thanks." He said, not noticing my hesitation.

"So who are you?" My mom asked, ushering the both of us to the couch. She was treating me like a teenager in my own home.

"I'm Tyler Crowley, ma'am." He said, shaking her hand. "I live next door, and was with Bella last night when she fainted." Her eyes widened as she took in this information.

"You were there?" She asked excitedly. "Were you on a date?" Oh dear god.

"Mom, please." I begged, and Tyler didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, we were at dinner, and she just collapsed. A doctor was there though, so we were lucky." I could hear the sarcasm in his tone, and I braced myself for him to spill my secret. He turned to me and smiled. "So, how was your ex?" He asked, sounding honestly curious. My mom digested this information and her jaw dropped.

"Your ex?" She spat, widening her eyes. "As in, Edward Cullen?"

"Yeah." I fidgeted a little, not meeting her eye. "He's my only ex, mom."

"Well this is unacceptable!" My mom exclaimed. "He moves here too, right as you do? Are you sure he's not stalking you?" I rolled my eyes at this ridiculous assumption.

"I'm sure, mom." I muttered. "Edward has been working at the hospital for three years. I've only been living here for three months." I knew she would never listen to my reasoning, but I might as well try and talk some sense into her.

"Maybe I should go." Tyler was finally sensing the discomfort.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." My mom said apologetically. "I should leave you two-"

"No, mom." I said sharply. "I'm going out." Ignoring both her protests and Tyler's, I wrapped myself in my coat and tugged my gloves on. "I'll be back later." I called, slamming the shut behind me as hard as I possibly could.

I needed Edward.

So I'm trying to get a chapter out every day, because I won't be updating from August 13-22. Explanation on my profile page. Obviously, I may not be able to update every day up until then but I'm going to try.

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie