A/N: So it's spring break and I'm wrapping this story up and I thought I'd shoot you a mid-week chapter. Rereading my last rant, I realize I may have been a little stressed the few days before my spring break. Graded were due and the kids were cray cray. But I stand by what I said. I'm not changing the story because people don't like the direction.

With that being said, I do enjoy criticism if you offer it constructively. My purpose for writing fanfic is to improve. If you've read any of my other stories from my other pen name, Aretee, I hope you can see a drastic improvement. My beta, MarinaNamaste, has played a big part in that. I give her thanks.

My Bella gets better soon. Unfortunately that means my Edward gets worse, here we go.

"Bella, please come over for lunch. I'm sorry about the other night. Please, I'm begging you. Come see me. It's been two days," I pleaded into the phone.

"I don't know Edward. I'm so confused right now," she said. She sounded so forlorn. All I wanted to do was gather her up in my arms and make her feel better.

"Well, give me a chance to apologize and help you. Please." I'd try to see her at her house yesterday, but her father wouldn't let me past the door. I could tell he didn't like me, and I had no idea why. We hadn't been properly introduced so I took yesterday as an opportunity to do so.

"Sir, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm dating your daughter and I'm very concerned about her," I'd said when he opened the door a mere crack.

"I know who you are, and Bella is my concern, not yours," he grumbled.

"Well, sir, we had a disagreement last night and I wanted to come and apologize to Bella, properly. Do you think I could see her for just a few moments?"

"No. She says she doesn't want to see anyone. Not you. Not Jacob. Now kindly leave my porch." I was stunned. My father would never have behaved in such an unseemly manner. I did as he asked, because I wanted to appear to be compliant and not make any more waves than necessary.

"Yes sir. Please tell Bella that I am truly sorry if I upset her and to call me when she feels ready."

"I'll leave her that message," he said. His eyes flashed to his right side and I suspected that Bella was standing right next to him. That pleased me. Women had to work things out in their own way. I had done my part and appeared contrite. Now I just had to let that sink in.

She had called me this morning, but she still wouldn't agree so see me. "Bella, please. My mother is making your favorite, mushroom ravioli. Just let me make it up to you. I miss you," I added to clinch the deal.

"What time?" she asked, her voice resigned.

"Four? Can you be here in an hour? I really can't wait to see you. I'm so sorry. And I miss you more than I can express in words." I hoped I sounded contrite.

"Yes, I'll be there, Edward. But we have to talk. It can't be you just smiling at me like a goof when I have a different opinion. And no kissing. You mess me up in the head when you kiss me," she admitted.

"Is that necessarily a bad thing?" I asked trying to convey a joking tone.

"No," I could hear a smile in her voice, "it's a very good thing except when I'm trying to make a point. I miss you, too, Edward. But I'm serious."

"Can I kiss you after we talk?" I asked.

"Maybe," she sighed. She was being coy.

"Okay, then. I'll see you in an hour." I placed my phone on my bed beside me and looked at Emmett who was standing in my doorway.

"You won't keep her, you know. Not the way you want," he said.

"Why are you always so concerned with my love life, dear brother? It's kind of creepy." I got up to take a quick shower so I could be fresh and smell nice for my Isabella.

"I'm not concerned with you. I'm concerned about the girls you date." He used air quotes when he said date. "You're a creepy stalker and I worry about their wellbeing. Mom and dad may be in denial about how controlling you are, but I am not."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, opening my drawer to retrieve clean undergarments. I straightened out the rows of socks.

"Your incessant need to control everything, including their opinions on Shakespeare. You have some scary tendencies and you refuse to acknowledge it, so I keep an eye out for them."

"Again, I have no idea what you're talking about." I pushed my drawer closed. Emmett stepped in my room, opened the drawer and proceeded to mess up the entire drawer by unfolding my undershirts, boxers, and upending all the socks from their neat rows.

"What are you doing you idiot?" I balked. "I just fixed those!"

"If you can leave that drawer just like that until Bella gets here, I will leave the two of you alone." He raised his hands as if he was surrendering.

"I don't have to take this from you. You are a complete idiot. Why don't you move out and take care of yourself instead of being overly concerned about what I am doing every minute of my day!"

"You can't do it, can you? You can't," he stated firmly. "Women and relationships are messy and you can't force them into neat rows. If you continue to treat Bella as your inferior and not taking her and her thoughts seriously, you're going to lose her. And she's the best one you've ever brought home."

"Do you have a hardon for my girlfriend?" I asked. I hated being so crude and I hated using such language, but I knew it would make a point. He just smiled a licentious smile and chuckled.

"No, I'm not into high school chicks, Edward. I'm twenty-four. But I do admire her spunk and I hope she doesn't lose it in an effort to please you. And I hope you finally realize that women who submit their will in all things are not the kind of women you really want."

"Are you done yet, Emmett? I really need to take a shower." I was growing weary of his relationship advice. His relationship with his girlfriend was tumultuous at best. Rosalie was completely unbridled and I never understood his attraction to her.

"Yep. Go jack off in the shower so you don't lose control while she's here," he chuckled as he walked away. I was mortified and tried really hard not to show it. Did he watch me in the shower as well? There was no way he could know what I did in there. I decided he was just talking to hear himself talk.

I did need a release, though. I would just never admit to Emmett that he was right.

In my mind, I could call her Isabella all I liked.

Thoughts?