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BPOV:

Chapter 13:

"This isn't good," I informed Edward, sitting on his perfect white couch. "Jacob's going to snap your head off."

"You wish," he chuckled. "I could –"

"Don't even think about it," I said, glaring at him.

He nodded and looked down. "I'm sorry."

How many times did he have to say that?

"It's okay," I automatically responded, picking up a cookie.

I was in the Cullens' living room, eating the cookies that Esme had finally 'made'. I was sitting beside Alice and Emmett on the couch, I was sandwiched in the middle. Rosalie was nowhere to be seen, and Jasper was sitting on a leather chair straight across from Alice. Edward was on the other side.

"I'm glad you're here," Emmett squeezed my shoulder tight. "Everything's a lot more fun with you around."

"Thanks, Em." I managed to say, although being squeezed by a big, burly vampire made it a lot harder.

"Me too!" Alice cried, throwing her arms around my neck. "More shopping, makeovers, trips to the mall.."

I groaned.

"Oh, you'll get used to it," she assured me, rubbing my shoulders.

Somehow, I was already used to it, but just didn't want to tell her.

Being with the Cullens again felt so normal, like nothing could go wrong. Like all those days back then could suddenly go on as if nothing could happen.

I was happy, and I realize how terribly wrong I was.

Believing that I was fine without Edward, that I didn't need him anymore.. I was all wrong.

I looked at him, and he smiled his crooked smile.

I knew things weren't perfect, yet. If Jacob found out Edward was here now, some huge war would erupt between them; they would literally rip each other's heads off.

I didn't want that to happen.

I popped another chocolate chip cookie in my mouth; they were good. How could Esme be such a good cook when she couldn't really taste them?

"These are good, Esme," I said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Thank you, dear," she gushed, smiling warmly.

I knew that Jacob would find out Edward was here sooner or later. There was really no way of keeping it from him, since starting tomorrow, Edward would be taking me to school. What was I going to do?

"Edward, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, getting up from the couch.

"Sure," he nodded, leading me upstairs while the rest of the family waited patiently.

"What's the problem?" he asked, closing the door to his room.

I stood in the middle of it, on the luscious royal blue carpet. My hands balled into tight fists.

"I don't know what to do." I told him flatly, as he came closer.

"About what?" He questioned, his eyes displaying concern. "What is it?"

"Jacob." I glanced down at the floor as an icy hand took mine.

Neither of us spoke for a second, and I guessed we both didn't know what to do.

"Jacob won't hurt you," he said.

"I'm not worried about him hurting me. I'm worried about him hurting you. Or you hurting him. Or me not being able to see you." I told him quietly.

His eyes looked pained as he heard this.

I felt the sudden urge to hug him, to tell him I forgave him for everything he did to me, no matter what it was like.

But he did it first.

Both arms wrapped around my back, holding me closer to him, so I could smell his beautiful fragrance. I wanted to stay in that position forever, where I felt so at ease, so safe, so protected, so loved.

"I love you," I mumbled so low I meant for him not to hear.

"I love you too, Bella Swan," So he heard me. Ugh. "You can't even begin to realize what being away from you did to me."

"Same here." I didn't mean to ruin the moment, but that was the absolute truth. He needed to know it.

I could feel Edward's body tense, but he didn't let go. And I was glad for that.

"I'm going to have to tell Jacob," I said, and he pulled back to look at me.

"Right now?" Edward asked, still holding my hands.

"No, not now." I smiled. "I'm not leaving now."

"I'm not leaving ever," He let go of one of my hands, and led me out of his room.

We went back downstairs again, where we were greeted by Alice jumping up and down at the sight of us holding hands.

"Hey, they still love each other!" Emmett boomed.

Edward growled in response.

I grinned, in perfect bliss. This is exactly where I wanted to be right now.

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I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Charlie. Edward sat at the kitchen table, smiling happily while watching me.

His grin disappeared in a few seconds, though. "Charlie will be home in five minutes."

Before I had time to protest, he came over and kissed my head. "I won't be far."

And in a flash, he was gone.

How could I have forgiven him so easily?

My head was confused, leaving me with no answer. I still couldn't get it past myself that I actually thought I could live without him, not think about him anymore.

And I still didn't know what to do about Jacob. Edward hadn't given me an answer; he'd given me comfort. I needed that too, but I needed the solution most.

Maybe I would go down to La Push tomorrow and flat out tell him.

No, Edward wouldn't let me..

Would I make him come to my house, with Edward here too?

No, Jacob would surely break something, either a bone, or the house.

I'll just wait for Edward's opinion.

"Hey, Bells?" Charlie called as I heard the front door open.

"Hi, Dad!" I said.

Wait.

He didn't know that Edward had come back. He would be absolutely furious if he knew.

"How are ya, kid?" Charlie was standing in the kitchen doorway this time, looking right at me.

I struggled to hide my overall happiness.

If I was happy all of a sudden, and Charlie didn't know the answer, what would he think?

That something was wrong. Or right.

But he would think it was wrong.

"Okay," I looked back down at the chicken sizzling, and tried to make my face more monotone.

"Alright." He said weakly, sitting down at the table.

"It'll be ready in five minutes," I told him cheerily.

Ugh!

Did I have to lose it that quick?

"Okay," Charlie's voice perked up. "You feeling better, Bells?"

I squeezed my eyes closed.

Exactly the question I wanted to be asked. "Yeah."

"Hanging out with Jake is really helping, huh?"

"For sure." I smiled now, turning to him as I poured chicken on to each of our plates, along with some lettuce and rice.

I sat down across from him, less frightened of the interrogation to come.

"So, Bells," He picked at his chicken. "No words from the Cullens, eh?"

"No." I let my hair fall over my ears so I could hide my smile.

"Okay." He seemed to let the subject drop fairly easily, shoveling food back into his mouth.

"Yup," I muttered.

We ate in silence for at least ten minutes, and it wasn't the comfortable type of silence, either.

I knew Charlie suspected something was up, but I didn't know what.

I had one suspicion that I hoped he didn't actually think was true: That I was going out with Jacob.

I kept running over scenarios in my mind when Charlie found out that Edward was back.

He would be angry. Very, very angry. I could almost see the purple and blue tone of his face when he saw Edward.

When I realized I had finished everything on my plate, I took it back to the sink and washed it off, doing Charlie's shortly after.

"I'm gonna go watch some TV, Bells," he said, stretching. "Thanks for the dinner."

"No problem," I assured him. "I'm gonna go upstairs and check some emails."

He nodded and walked into the living room, no suspicion at all.

I wasn't going upstairs to check emails, I was going to talk to Edward.

As soon as I opened the door to my room and flicked on the lights, I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, looking reserved and thoughtful, but automatically looked up when I took a step forward and shut my door.

"Hey," I said quietly.

He smiled and his tawny eyes sparkled.

Perfect. Just like I wanted them to be.

His arms opened, inviting me to come into them.

I accepted this invitation thankfully, and was snuggled in his arms, thinking of how to tell him.

"We still haven't figured out what we're going to do about Jacob," I said, tilting my chin so I could see a bit of his face.

He looked perplexed.

"Maybe I could talk to him," Edward suggested.

"No." I automatically said. "I don't think that would turn out well."

"You're probably right," he agreed, smiling his crooked smile.

I smiled back. "I think I should talk to him. Alone."

"Don't think for a second that I'm letting you near him alone," Edward held me tighter.

I smiled even wider knowing how much he cared about me. "He won't hurt me."

"You never know."

"He won't hurt me," I insisted.

"Bella." His voice was firm as he pulled back the tiniest bit to look me in the eyes. "Not alone."

"Meh." I sunk back into his chest, trying to plan how this would work out.

"Are you tired?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah, kind of," I answered.

"Then you're going to sleep," he let me down softly on the bed as he got up put me under the covers. In a matter of seconds he lay down beside me, making me cold but unnaturally happy at the same time.

"I'll talk to him soon," I mumbled, on the verge of deep sleep.

"Not by yourself." He reminded me.

Then he chuckled, kissed my hair, and let me fall asleep peacefully.

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