Author's Note: This is a little mini-chapter. I'm sorry guys, it's finals week, but I'm finishing them up, and am hoping to get this story finished up so I can post more. Let me know what you're thinking. =) Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
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Edward and I just sat like that, crying and holding each other, for a very long time. I finally regained control of myself, my sobs subsiding. Edward had quieted, his only goal to comfort me. He always put my needs before his own. Which was probably why we were sitting here in this incredibly messed up situation, not that it was solely his fault.
I took a deep, steadying breath and sat up a little, keeping my head on his chest. I moved to look up at him. He gave me his trademark crooked smile that I feel in love with so many years ago.
"What do we do now?" I asked in a shaky voice. Edward kissed my hair.
"I'm not sure love. I never dreamed we'd be…here". He admitted. I nodded in agreement.
"I think I'm going to move back here. At least for awhile, I need a break from New York". I decided quickly. But the moment it was out of my mouth, I knew it was necessary. Edward looked excited at the prospect.
"Are you sure though? Your career is in New York. Your life is there". He asked, hesitantly. I shook my head sharply, pulling away to look into his eyes. I grasped his hands in mine.
"First of all Edward, my life is here. You are my life. You always have been, nothing changed. Second of all, that is the beauty of being a writer. I can write wherever I want. Living in New York was an escape. I pushed all this to the back of my mind and locked it up in a drawer. I need to deal with the miscarriage and I need to work things out with you. If that means just grieving and healing as parents, that's fine. If that means working things out, as a couple and as parents, that's great, too." I admitted. We had to be honest with one another now.
"Bella, what do you want?" Edward asked simply.
"What do you mean?" I was a little confused by his question.
"I mean, what do you want out of this, Bella. Forget what I think, what your parents think…just what do you want?" he asked. I didn't even hesitate.
"I want to be with you, Edward. Forever. If that means years and years of counseling before we're ready for that, I'm fine with that. But I need you, Edward," I admitted quickly, close to tears. I looked up into Edward's eyes to see that he had tears as well. He crushed me in a hug.
"Oh baby, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that," Edward said into my hair. I held him tightly against me, needing to be as close as possible right now.
We were interrupted when the phone rang, breaking the deafening silence. I pulled away, giving Edward an indication that it was okay to go answer it. He shook his head.
"No, it's alright, I'll let the machine get it". He said quietly, stroking my cheek.
"No, it's okay. Go ahead and answer it". I told him honestly, untangling myself from his strong embrace. He hesitated for a moment, giving me one last squeeze before he jumped up to answer the phone.
He answered, taking the call into the bedroom, but he left the door open. I stood, needing to walk around. I walked over to the book cases on either side of the fireplace. They were well stocked; many of them mine from so many years ago. I ran my fingers over the spines, tracing some of the titles of books I knew all too well. Books that had become a safe haven for me, allowing me temporarily relief from my hellish situation and characters that had become friends. On the bottom shelf of the bookcase, I noted there was a thick stack of pack. On a closer glance, I recognized it as a manuscript. I gently pulled it out of the bottom of the stack, recognizing this particular manuscript immediately. My breath caught in my throat as I choked on a sob. I could not believe this.