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For The Love of a Daughter
~ I'm Still Breathing ~
(BPOV)
I had never driven as fast as I did eight minutes ago.
When Edward called me and told me that Nessie was at the hospital, I got too panicky and worried to even ask him what happened to Nessie and how he got my number.
I got to the hospital in record time. If my dad saw how fast I drove, he would truly be disappointed in me, but that was the least of my worries right now. What important was that I got to check on Nessie. I swear if something bad happened to her, I would behead Edward. I entrusted my daughter to them and they couldn't even take care of her.
When I got into the entrance, Edward was there. I wonder if he was waiting for me…
From brisk, my movement slowed as I neared him. He looked at me, drowning me in his emerald orbs. I hate how handsome he looks and how he lessened my worries. Even after all those years, I could still feel that familiar feeling of safety in his presence. Maybe it was something that wouldn't fade with time.
"Come on?" He asked in his velvety voice.
I couldn't do anything but nod because I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I'd say something that I wouldn't want him to hear.
That you still have deep feelings for him after all that has happened between the both of you? That you never moved on?
I shoved away my thoughts as I followed him inside. I just trailed behind him, making sure that we have a good distance between each other.
This hospital had become a part of my childhood since I spent almost fifty percent of my life here. I was a klutz since I was born and I lost count now of how many wounds, broken bone and stitches I had. I was lucky that I was still in one piece right now. I didn't know how I survived the past couple of years away from the ER. Maybe I had grown stronger and less clumsy. Maybe it was because of Nessie, because of her I learned how to be much careful and that I needed to stand in my own two feet.
After riding in the elevator and walking for three more minutes, we reached Nessie's room. The rest of our walk was filled with awkward silence, and honestly, it was killing me. Right now, even though I hate to admit it, I miss his talkativeness. Even though before irritates me because when he couldn't think of anything else, he would talk of the most nonsense things, I still missed it. If I only knew that we would end up like this, I wouldn't take those moments for granted.
Still, without speaking, he opened the door for me. He was still as gentleman as ever. As I had said, some things never changed.
When I looked at Nessie, it was like there was nothing wrong with her. I scanned her body once again and then I saw it. Her foot…it was wounded.
"What happened to her?" I found myself asking.
"She stepped on the glass that I broke last night," he answered, guilt dripping in his voice.
"Oh, why was she here in the hospital when Carlisle can just stitch her up in your house?" I asked.
"I didn't know what to do, and I was in panic so I brought her here. I thought it was better if she wasn't awake while they were stitching her because she was afraid and pale. I just…I couldn't stand seeing her in so much pain," he confessed.
There was a strange sincerity in his eyes and his face looked so much stressed than ever. It was just now that I noticed how much he had really aged. He looked so matured now, far from the teenage boy that I left seventeen years ago.
"I know the feeling," I mumbled.
He looked at Nessie and then at me.
"You did a great job in raising her. She's a lot like you…and well, your mom," he said and then he chuckled.
I remembered those times when my mother would come to Forks for the weekend and he would be all nervous and uneasy around her. Well, my mom was loud and very blunt. She would say anything she wanted to say and she would make you try things you never imagined of doing of.
"Uh…thanks."
"Bella—"
"Want to know more of what happened the past seventeen years?" I asked what he wanted to ask instead of allowing him to continue.
He nodded.
We agreed on talking outside the room so Nessie wouldn't be interrupted from her sleep.
So I told him everything. I told him my real intentions on why I left and he said her understood and it was fine with him even though I know that it wasn't deep inside of him. He was controlling himself again and putting all of his emotions inside which was not good for him. I need him to let go of them instead, because I know, one of these days, he would just explode and it wouldn't be nice.
I told him stories about Nessie growing up. He would smile even laugh at some of it. If others would watch us from afar, they would think that we were just a normal couple talking. But we were far from that…so far from normal. Ever so slowly, the topic changed into our days together. It was something that I didn't expect to be this comfortable to talk to. It was almost nice to reminisce those days.
While I was in the middle of talking, I could feel his stare on me getting intense and heavy. I could feel his face slowing inching towards mine. My heart was hammering inside my chest and I swear, if he got any closer, he would hear it pounding loud. I didn't know what was in his mind why he suddenly did this.
Our foreheads touched, and suddenly we were Edward and Bella from our younger days. We weren't the ones separated from my foolishness. We were that naïve couple who loved each other more than anything. We were just us.
I could feel his breath on my lips and all my doubts faded away. His soft lips touched mine ever so slightly. I was home again. The kiss was about get deeper, but we heard a loud thud inside Nessie's room.
We pulled away from each other awkwardly.
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