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Diclaimer: I don't own Twilight …

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Chapter 13 – What Daddy Wants

EPOV

It looked like I'd gotten one last reprieve before my father's wrath would descend on me. I hadn't seen him all day on Monday, which was very unlike him. If my mother had told him about what she'd discovered during her surprise visit — and I was sure she had — then he would never have let even one day pass before cornering me about it.

After sneaking around the hospital for most of my shift, trying to avoid running into him, I decided to bite the bullet and ask for his whereabouts. A part of me was relieved to hear that he was at a conference until Wednesday, but another part just wanted to get it over with, and having to wait for his chastising for another three days was pure torture.

I chose to ignore the feeling of impending doom and enjoy the time I had with Bella instead. It was late when I returned home, since I'd left the hospital at ten p.m., but I was sure she'd still be awake. She always was, unless I texted her or called to let her know I'd be later than midnight.

To make up for my being late, I'd stopped at the grocery store on my way home to indulge her latest obsession: salt-and-vinegar chips.

I opened the door to the apartment as quietly as I could. Not wanting to wake her in case I'd find her asleep on the couch, I tiptoed inside, silently setting my messenger bag on the floor by the entrance. The TV was on and Bella sat on the sofa, but she wasn't asleep. Instead, I heard her sob heartbreakingly. My chest constricted at the sound, and anxious to know what was wrong, I hurried over to her side.

"Hey, Becky, what happened? Is something wrong?" I threw myself in the open seat next to her, wrapping my arms around her shaking form and pulling her against my chest.

She sniveled a few times, trying to wipe her tears away with her already-soaked handkerchief. In a soothing gesture, my hand stroked her hair, trying to calm her.

"You … hiccup … you know … hiccup … the commercial where … hiccup … the boy … hiccup … gets the car … hiccup … for his sixteenth birthday... hiccup ... ?" She paused, blowing her nose.

My mind was going into overdrive, trying to come up with an ad about a boy and a car that could potentially make someone miserable like that, but I was drawing a total blank. The only thing coming to my mind was a commercial for a new European car which the parents chose for its great safety features, but everyone in it was all smiles.

"You mean the one where they say the car is safer than a tank? What's so sad about that one?"

Bella pulled back, red-rimmed, big brown eyes staring incredulously into mine. "How can … hiccup … you not get it?" She wiped her nose with the tissue again, sniffing the whole time. "With that car … hiccup … he's going to leave and … hiccup … then … hiccup … I'll be all aloooone." Bawling out the last word, she crashed against my chest again.

I still didn't get it. "When will you be alone?" My hands caressed her back as she clawed at my shirt.

"Peanut! He'll get a car … sob … then he'll leave me … sob … and I'll be all alone." Bella panted and sobbed alternately.

So that was what the books meant about pregnancy hormones making women all weepy. At least I knew now what had her in tears. What could I possibly say to that? Seeing her all miserable like that tugged at my heart, but I had no idea how to make it better.

"Slow down, Bella. Peanut hasn't even been born yet. He's not going to leave you for the next eighteen years." It was a feeble attempt to calm her, and I knew immediately that my words had missed the intended effect.

Sniff, sniff. "But eventually, he'll leave me. And then I'll be a lonely old spinster." The last words came out all sheepish, but I could sense her fear.

"No, you won't. We'll always be a family — you, me, Peanut, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie … and I guess we won't get rid of Emmett. We'll always be there for each other." I continued to caress her back, and slowly, I could feel her calm down under my hands.

"You promise?" Bella asked hopefully.

I smiled to myself. "Yeah, I promise." And I meant it. I had no intention of ever leaving her.

We sat in silence, just holding each other for a while, until something occurred to me. "Why are we always calling Peanut a he? Dr. Sinclair couldn't determine the sex during the last sonogram, so he could just as well be a she." I had the same feeling as Bella that we were having a little boy, but I was just asking for argument's sake, to distract her from her earlier negative thoughts.

"First of all, we can hardly call him it. That's disrespectful. And I'm pretty sure he's a cute little boy with reddish hair and green eyes, just like his daddy." I could clearly hear the smile in her voice at those last words.

Hearing that she imagined our child to look like me made my heart swell with emotion. I thought about it for a moment, but although I believed we were having a boy, I would love to have a little mini-Bella. "What if I see a little girl with a full head of dark curls and big brown eyes like her mommy's?" My words were more teasing than serious, and I was sure Bella knew it.

"Naw," she answered after a moment of contemplative silence. "I'm sure he's a boy." She nestled her cheek against my chest to a position I'd come to learn she loved.

"To be on the safe side, we should think about names for both, a boy and a girl."

Without juggling Bella around too much, I slipped out of my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table to get into a more comfortable position. The movie she'd been watching was on again, and it was some classic chick-flick I hadn't seen before.

Eventually, I felt Bella completely relax into me, and I was sure she'd fallen asleep. That was a strange thing. Whenever we touched while she was awake, although she seemed to enjoy it and sometimes even actively sought the contact, she was always slightly tense and insecure, pulling away before too long. But each time we watched TV together, no matter our original position, when she fell asleep, she always started to snuggle against me. Those were the times I savored the most. In those moments, I was sure she felt for me just the same as I felt for her, even though she couldn't or wouldn't allow those feelings while being conscious.

Whenever she hugged herself to me like that, I was tempted to keep her in my arms for the rest of the night. But I knew that I had to let her go and wake her at some point, otherwise her back wouldn't forgive me. That night, though, I granted myself a whole hour of cuddling Bella, trying to forget about my father's impending return, before I finally put her to her bed. If only we could stay in our bubble forever.

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On Wednesday at five-thirty in the afternoon, I was sure I'd managed another day without seeing my father. He was supposed to return from his conference in LA sometime that day but wouldn't be back at the hospital until Thursday. My shift was ending at six, and I'd started to wrap everything up when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to the nearest empty room.

Dressed in his woolen coat, my father looked like he'd come straight from the airport to ambush me. He didn't say a word before he closed the door behind us, then whipped around to face me, and I knew exactly what was coming.

"Are you out of your damn mind, Edward?" he gritted out through his teeth without any preface.

Being annoyed was my usual reaction to his allegations, but I normally stayed calm and quiet to appease him. Not so today. His patronizing tone and venomous demeanor totally rubbed me the wrong way. "Hello to you too, Father," I answered sarcastically. "Did you have a nice trip?"

"Don't be a smart-ass! What are you thinking, falling for that gold-digger you have living in your apartment?" His voice was harsh, his eyes burning into mine.

"Bella's not a gold-digger!" I contradicted intently. "She's a wonderful woman."

"A wonderful woman who managed to get knocked-up to sponge off you for the rest of her life. She heard your name and had dollar signs in her eyes. For God's sake, Edward, that's the oldest trick in the book. Are you even sure the baby is yours?" he shouted indignantly.

My fists were clenched at my sides, and it took me a great effort to keep from physically attacking the man who'd sired me. "First of all, she didn't know my last name when she got pregnant. We met at a bar and ended up in bed together. Secondly, she's not sponging off me. She won't take a cent from me unless I force her to. And lastly, the baby is mine. That's beyond all question." I spat the last words at him as if I needed to get a bad taste out of my mouth.

"Hell, you're even more stupid than I thought! Did I teach you nothing?" Exasperatedly, he was pulling at his hair. "You knocked up a stranger? Have you ever heard of condoms? Dammit, you are supposed to be a doctor!" He was pacing the room, shaking his head. "Did you have a paternity test done? I forbid you to pay one more cent for her before she proves it's really your child."

"Not that it's any of your business, but we were drunk, and she was on the pill." Of course, I hadn't known that back then, but I didn't have to tell him. "And you can't forbid me, Father, to do anything. I am a grown man, and I am a doctor. And I won't risk harming my unborn child by having a dangerous procedure done to confirm what I already know." I was seething, wound tight enough to snap any second.

My father was silent for a few moments, our labored breathing the only noise in the room. When he started to speak again, his voice was calm and controlled, but deadly in its message. "That girl's a nobody, Edward. If you tie yourself to her out of guilt, you'll get nowhere. You'll be stuck in mediocrity for the rest of your life. Do you have any idea what it'll mean for you, for all of us, if you openly admit to having a bastard child?"

"What's it to you?" My chest was heaving with agitation. "It's my child and my life. Ours — Bella's and mine!"

Used to me following his orders without putting up a fight, he was taken aback by my pertinacity for a moment. "Wow, she must be a real great lay the way she has you whipped."

He snorted, and I felt disgusted. Raging within me was the overwhelming need to punch my father right in the face, but I was paralyzed where I stood, feeling like a bad horror movie was playing out in front of me.

"I've invested too much money, time and effort into your education and smoothing the way for you to let you destroy it all with one sentimental mistake. I expect you to take care of the problem."

I frowned, not really understanding, but the hairs all over my body stood on end as dread crept up my spine. "Take care of it?" I asked in an unsteady voice.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You get rid of her and the child. Pay her off. From what your mother told me, there should still be time to terminate the pregnancy."

"No!" I choked out. "She wouldn't do that. We would never do that."

"Well, if you aren't man enough to properly eliminate your mistake… Then pay her to disappear very far away and take the bastard with her. And, Edward, make damn sure she never uses our surname; it is never to be known as a Cullen." He stepped a bit closer and his voice help no sign of emotion except for its threatening tone. "I give you until Christmas to find a solution to this scandalous situation you have put yourself in, otherwise I can assure you: you'll regret it for a very long time, my dear son." With those words, he rushed out of the room, leaving me with the heavy urge to vomit my guts out.

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"Hey, man, what happened to you?" Emmett asked playfully as he found me in the locker room, sitting on a bench with my head in my hands. But after taking a closer look at me, he instantly turned serious. "Anything wrong with Bella or the baby?"

I shook my head. "No, they're alright, thank God."

"Then why are you looking like your puppy just died?"

I inhaled once, then straightened up. "My father forced me into a talk about Bella. He set an ultimatum for getting rid of her."

Emmett stared at me for a long moment before he took charge. "Come on, change out of your scrubs. We're going to Willy's." Emmett turned around and started to shed his work clothes. "You need a good men talk and at least one of the three Js — Jack, Jim or Johnny."

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Two hours and a very unpleasant rendition of the run-in with my father later, we were deep into a bottle of Johnny Walker.

"And what are you planning to do now?" Emmett asked before knocking back another drink.

I shrugged, turning my tumbler in my hands. "I'll call a cab and go home to Bella." In my ears, I sounded quite normal, but I knew my speech was dragging.

"I meant about your dad, idiot." He took my glass away from me to give it a refill.

"Nothing. I won't send her away. Hell, I love her, Em. She's my Cinderella, lost bra and all. She's mine! She doesn't know it yet, but she's my happily ever after. My dad can go fuck himself." As if to give my words more weight, I drained the brown liquid and motioned for Emmett to pour me another one.

"You're rambling, Geekward. But what's with the bra?" He chuckled like a drunkard.

"Man, she left her bra at my place that first night," I explained defensively.

He broke out in a fit of laughter. "You have a sick, girly brain, Eddie-boy. Cinderella, wow, that's hilarious."

I let him have his fun for a while, clapping his hand on his thigh. When he focused on his drink again, I confessed what I hadn't told anyone so far. "I'm looking for a condo for Bella, me and the baby. I have a realtor searching for the right place."

Emmett threw back the drink, then held up his hands. "Whoa, slow down there. You're not even a couple."

"But we'll be a family." I filled our glasses again. Over the last thirty minutes, our drinking had sped up considerably.

"That'll send a clear message to your father, you know? Are you prepared for that?"

Fixating on my drink, I pondered my answer. "I'm not sure, but I have to start to stand up for the things I want. And there's nothing I ever wanted more than I want Bella and Peanut. I can't let him push me around forever."

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"Ediiiiii," Em slurred as we stepped out of Willy's, the fresh air hitting me like a sledgehammer, increasing my already drunken haze. "Ssssure you don't wanna crash at my place? Isss juss around the corrrnerrr."

Shaking my head like it wasn't weighing anything, I worked hard to answer him, although my tongue felt almost immobile in my mouth. "Thankssss maaaan, budd I gotta go home to Belllla. Heyyy, there'sss a cab." I hailed and the driver pulled over to let me in. "Bye, Em. Thanksss for lisssning. Ssseee ya."

After several attempts at telling the driver my address, I slumped in the seat and drifted off.

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Although I'd texted Bella to let her know I'd be late, I was surprised she was still awake when I got home. And I was very grateful for that, since someone must have switched out my keys. None of them wanted to fit into the lock. It seemed like she heard my fumbling around, because, at some point, she just opened the door.

"Becky," I greeted her with my widest drunk smile, engulfing her in a tight hug. "You're up! I'm sssooo glad you waited up for me." I mumbled into her hair. God, she smelled so wonderful, strawberries, vanilla and some other shit. So I took a deliberate, big whiff.

"Edward, are you drunk?" she asked, pulling back, her brows furrowed.

"Baw," I waved her off. "Jussss a tiiiiny bit." I held my hand up, showing her the exact amount by keeping my thumb and index finger only a fraction of an inch apart.

Concern and amusement were battling on her face, but I guess concern won out. "Come on, let's get you to the couch, buddy."

Me leaning on Bella, we made it over, and I plopped down on the soft cushions as she started to try and undress me. "If you wann me naked, baby, you only have to sssay the word," I slurred with what I thought was a sexy smirk but was probably anything but.

She answered with a humorous snort. "I doubt you'd be of any use to me in your current state."

She'd already removed my shoes and socks.

"Oh, baby, I ws verrry capable the nigh we may Peanut. You wanna give it anotha try?" I hiccuped, laughing at myself because I sounded so drunk! Hilarious!

"Thank you, stud, but I'm fine here." She pulled my long-sleeved shirt over my head, leaving me in my t-shirt. "Come on, Casanova, lie down." Putting her hands on my shoulders, she gave me a push so my jumbled brain gave in, and I ended up flat on my back. Then she opened my belt, undid the button of my jeans and pulled the zipper down.

The way her skillful fingers worked in the close vicinity of my dick made it come to life. "Be carefl, baby, you'rrrr releasing the beast." Giggle-snorts escaped my throat. Man, I was so not sexy at that moment.

"I'll be careful not to tease him," Bella replied in a playfully serious voice.

My lips formed a pout which made her laugh out loud. Shaking her head, she pulled the blanket over me, making sure I was tucked in comfortably.

"Thank you, Becky, for taking sssuch good car o' me," I mumbled, already half asleep.

"You're welcome," she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. After a long pause, my mind was clouded with half-dreams, I thought I heard her voice again. "What happened that made you get wasted like that? I know you're not a regular drunk. It must have been real bad." The feeling of her fingers massaging my scalp was wonderfully soothing. "Sleep, baby. Tomorrow, everything will be better."

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When I woke up the next morning, I wanted to die. My head was killing me while my stomach was doing somersaults, trying to rid itself of the remnants of last night's alcohol. I couldn't even remember how much whiskey I'd had. We must have had more than one bottle, though, because I remember the waitress shoving her boobs in my face while setting a second one on the table. So not my type.

When I finally decided to open my eyes, a little smile crept across my face. On the coffee table in front of me stood a big glass full of water with two Advil next to it. Bella was really an angel, the way she subtly took such great care of me.

I propped myself up on one elbow, threw the pills in my mouth and swallowed them down with half of the water. The way it washed away some of the pelt on my tongue made me feel a bit better immediately.

I closed my eyes again, trying to get a little more sleep, at least until the medicine could do its magic.

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When I woke again, I didn't know how much time had passed, but I felt like a human being again. I'd never been so glad to have a day off from work. I couldn't even imagine how I would have been able to make it to the hospital as hung-over as I was.

Anyway, I decided it was time to get up and take a shower. Throwing back the blanket, my eyes went wide with shock as I noticed that I was only dressed in a t-shirt and my boxer briefs. I couldn't actually remember how I got home and into bed, but I was sure I hadn't been able to undress myself properly. To make matters worse, I found my clothes from the night before neatly folded on the armchair across from the coffee table. There was only one logical explanation for that: Bella must have put me to bed.

Oh no! I had no memories of seeing her last night or talking to her, but I knew I normally was a very silly but sometimes also handsy drunk. I couldn't even imagine what had happened while she stripped me of my clothes.

I fell back, throwing my arm over my eyes as embarrassment washed over me. How would I apologize? Should I apologize, or would that make things even more awkward? I had no idea what to say to her, but I knew I had to thank her for helping me. So I came up with a plan.

Feeling more confident, I finally got up, and with a spring in my step, I made my way to the shower.

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Everything was set up and ready for Bella to come home. I'd used the day to tidy up and clean the whole apartment. Since she had moved in with me, it was normally she who did the household chores, and I really felt bad about it. Several times, I'd tried to get her to leave things until I had the time to take care of them, but she wouldn't have any of it. So, after her help the night before, I was glad I'd found a way to reciprocate.

Bella usually got home around six, so I'd ordered her favorite pizza, tuna with pineapple and double cheese, put her favorite DVD, Sleepless In Seattle, in the player and set the coffee table with chips and sodas to spend a nice evening together. If I hadn't had the ability to burn water, I'd have loved to actually cook for her, but I was sure, burning down another apartment wasn't in her best interest.

I was just setting down the pizza box on the table, when I heard her key in the lock. Before she was even able to open the door herself, I turned the knob and let her in.

"Hi! You're right on time," I greeted her as I took her purse from her and helped her out of her jacket.

"Hi, yourself. You're looking better than I expected after last night." Her eyes held an evil gleam.

I chuckled once. "That's because someone took wonderful care of me. Thank you!" I locked my gaze with hers for a second to convey my sincerity. "And to try and make it up to you, I took care of dinner."

I led her over to the couch, and as she noticed the pizza box, her hand went to her chest and she released a relieved breath. "You had me worried, here. For a moment, I actually thought you'd cooked. I was afraid for my life and the roof over our heads." She ended with a wink at me to make sure I knew she was just kidding.

"I wouldn't dare to poison you or cause you to be homeless again." I flipped open the box, gesturing to the pizza inside. "See, I got your favorite."

Bella sat down on the couch and instantly grabbed a piece, bit off a mouthful and moaned at the taste. "Wow! Thanks!" she mumbled while chewing.

Shaking my head with amusement, I sat down next to her and started to eat, as well.

We munched on the pizza in companionable silence for a while. Tuna and pineapple wasn't a combination I usually ordered for myself, but Bella had convinced me of the odd mixture.

When the box was empty, I reached for the remote, about to start the movie, when her hand landed on mine, halting me in my movements.

"Edward, why did you get drunk last night?" she asked, her earlier playfulness gone.

I'd thought about that all day. Of course, I knew the reason, but I didn't want to tell her, at least not in too much detail. Knowing Bella, the thought of my father demanding her to leave me alone would maybe make her go for real, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I'd decided to tell her a watered-down version of my conversation with my dad.

"Yesterday, my father cornered me at the hospital," I started, carefully watching Bella's face for her reaction.

Her brows furrowed with confusion. "I thought he would be out of town until today."

"Apparently not." Again, I searched for the right words. "My mother had told him about you and the baby. Just like I expected, he was less than pleased."

Bella's eyes were locked with mine, waiting for me to continue, so I did. "He thinks it wouldn't be a good idea for me to openly acknowledge Peanut as mine."

"Edward, I've told you from the start that you don't have to —" she started defensively, but I cut her off, grabbing her hands in mine, desperate to make her understand what I wanted.

"And I told you that I'm all in. Nothing has changed and nothing could ever change that." My eyes burned into hers, trying to will her into believing me. "There's nothing he could say or do to get me to abandon my child." — or you, I added in my head.

When I was sure she understood, I loosened my grip on her hands. "It was the condescending way he spoke to me — again —, reminding me of the plans he had for me that made me go and drink with Emmett." Well, at least that was part of it.

Bella looked down at our still-locked hands, seemingly organizing her thoughts. "You don't want to be a cardiologist." She wasn't asking, but stating a fact.

"I don't know," I answered insecurely. "I never had the chance to make that decision myself, but I don't think so, no." That was the first time I openly admitted that my father's plans weren't how I pictured my life going.

Bella's gaze found mine again. "Do you even want to be a doctor?" she inquired carefully.

No one had ever asked me that. I had never asked myself that. So I needed a moment to contemplate my answer. "When I was a kid, my father was never home. My mom and the nanny always told us, he was out saving lives. I was impressed. My dad was a hero. But that didn't mean I wanted to be like him. I liked reading and playing the piano. But for my parents, it was a given I'd follow in my father's footsteps. It was hard to get where I am, but I'm good at what I do. Yeah, I think I want to be a doctor." The new-found insight made me smile a bit.

"That's good," Bella said, smiling back at me. Then she turned somber again. "But although you don't want to go into cardiology, you still plan on doing it?"

For the first time in my life, someone was interested in what I wanted. The only problem was, I had no idea myself. "I don't know. If I don't, I'll be an internal specialist."

She looked at me skeptically. "Is that what you want to do?"

"Not really," I relented. The whole train of thought was completely new to me, but it felt liberating to finally talk to someone about it all.

"Then what would you like to do?" Bella asked like there were actually options.

"Hmm," I huffed, wracking my brain to find moments at the hospital I enjoyed. Strangely, the first pictures coming to my mind were those of tear-streaked smiles and snotty toothless grins. "I liked treating children during my rotations in the ER." There was nothing more satisfying than painting a smile on their little faces. Unfortunately, there were very few children in IM.

Bella smiled at me excitedly. "Could you go into pediatrics, then?"

"It wouldn't be that easy." I ran my hand through my hair, pondering the idea. "I already mastered half of my residency in internal medicine. I'd have to start from scratch in pediatrics."

"Wouldn't it be worth it?" she asked tentatively.

After a moment of thought, I answered, "Probably. But I'd be a resident for another three-and-a-half years. That's a long time."

Bella's excitement faltered a bit and her voice sounded concerned. "A long time for running on a resident's salary. Edward, I said it before, and I'll say it again. You don't have to pay child support, you know?"

"Money's not an issue." I interrupted quickly. "My grandparents left me a trust-fund. I'm covered." I knew she was skittish with everything money-related, so I didn't go into the size of said fund. "It's more like, looking at another three years of not being done with training and really crazy hours."

"But wouldn't it be worth it to be able to do what you like to do?" Her voice was soft but determined.

Thinking about it like that, it sure was. "Probably." Then another thought came to my mind. "My dad would have a fit. Pediatrics isn't very prestigious."

Bella didn't need to think before she stated, "It's your life. I don't want to talk you into anything, but you should be doing what you enjoy, not what's expected of you. Whatever you decide, I'll support you every way I can."

I knew Bella meant it, and I realized that her support was way more important to me than my father's opposition. I didn't need to make a decision that night, and I wouldn't be able to either, but thanks to Bella, for the first time in my life, I realized I actually had options.

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A/N: So that's that. How did you like Carlisle's tirade? He's a real sweetheart, isn't he? I know many of you wanted Edward to punch his dad, but that's not who he is, and the way Carlisle has always put him down is still engrained in him.

What did you think about drunk Edward and Bella taking care of him? Seems like he needed someone like her in his life.

Just to make sure you all know, I made up that commercial Bella cried about. Unfortunately, living in Germany, I don't know any actual US TV commercials so I had to come up with one ;).

Has anyone of you ever had tuna and pineapple pizza? I haven't but it's one of my best friends' favorite. I always thought it's weird but kind of endearing, so I chose to make it Bella's favorite, too.

Okay, enough about this chapter. Want a peek at the next one? Here you go:

… Emmett huffed as he hung his jacket in the closet. "You know, Bella will think you fucked your date and stayed the night, right?" …

Oh no! What happened now? I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds, okay?

To give you a little material to read over Christmas, here are my recs:

WIP rec:

Soul Quest – WeeKittyAndTAT

Edward Masen does all he can to protect his little sister. When he gets involved with the wrong people, will the least likely person he knows be his saving grace? Will Edward be able to find his way back into his body? Will he be able to be there for his little sister and Bella, or will he be too late to save anyone? All Human with a supernatural twist.

This story is a little different, and you may not like this Edward at first, but I'm sure you'll soon be as hooked as I am.

Complete rec:

Tropic if Virgo – In. .bathrobe

He's a young but jaded musician writing lyrics for his band, and she's a naive, frustrated poet looking to break out of her shell; their words collide online. What happens when they meet in high school, unaware of their literary connection?

I just love this story. All the characters are wonderful and Musicianwards are just the best, right?

Well, that's it for now. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas. But before the New Year, we'll see each other once more.