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BPOV

A week had passed by since the accident. Edward had gone home a few times to shower and check on Tony and the twins but if he wasn't at home he was at the hospital. I would stop by everyday just to check on Mya and he was usually there, whispering something in her ear. I didn't want to ask what he was telling her but the curiosity was slowly killing me. I assumed he was talking to her about what they had been arguing about before the car crash, but none of us knew what that was. Tony didn't have a clue and his grandparents were just as desperate as me for answers.

Edward and I still hadn't really spoken since the night Tony called me. I wanted to talk to him about how I felt but I knew now was not the time or place to do so. I didn't think anything had changed since the last time we had had that conversation but I was still clinging on to the sliver of hope that he might have changed his mind. I was doubtful of that though because when Tony explained to him how I was able to get information out of the doctors, his eyes almost came out of their sockets and he turned beet red. Whether that was from anger or embarrassment I'll probably never know.

The doctors told us that Mya's condition was improving rapidly, and that they would hopefully be able to take her off of the sedatives by the following day. Edward and I were both overjoyed by this, and the doctors left the room as we embraced each other.

The realization of what we were doing hit us like a ton of bricks when we heard the door close. Edward stiffened slightly and I stepped back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries but when they told us about Mya I just…"

"I know Bella it's okay. There's no need to apologize"

I looked down at my feet and started fiddling with a loose string on my sweater hem.

"Bella I've been wanting to apologize to you about the way I treated you before for a while, but I didn't have the courage to call you and do it. I behaved badly, and I hope that you'll forgive me but I don't expect that you will. Some of the things I said were just completely out of line and untrue. I love you Bella. I know deep down in my gut that I've always loved you, and will continue to love you as long as I shall live. Practically losing my daughter gave me some weird reality check. When that car hit us the first thing that came to my mind was that I never told you how I felt about you. I thought I had lost that chance and I don't want to take another one for granted."

Speechless. I was literally speechless. I just stood there, basically gawking at the guy, for probably a good minute or so.

"Please don't cry Bella. I didn't tell you all of that to make you cry"

I hadn't even realized I was crying until he walked over to me and wiped his thumb under my eye.

My entire whole came together and fell apart in the moment. Once I noticed that I was crying I couldn't stop. It went from small tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes to full on hysterical sobs. Edward just held me then. I think he knew that I wasn't angry or upset or hurt, he knew that I loved him just as much, if not more, than he loved me. After my minor emotional meltdown, we walked out to the waiting room and sat down in the chairs. It seemed as thought neither of us knew what to say, though we both had a million thoughts running through our minds. I finally broke the silence first.

"Why did you wait this long to tell me? You could have called me you know" I didn't mean to by snarky, but it came out that way. But then again he kind of deserved it.

"I know and I'm sorry. I assumed that after the way I treated you and how things ended on such a bad note that I was the last person that you would want to talk to. I've had your number on my phone screen more times than I can count. I willed myself not to call you and pour out all of my dirty little secrets to an answering machine"

"Well you know that they say about assuming…" We chuckled at that for a moment.

"You know this doesn't mean that things can go back to how they were, right?" I asked holding my breath. This was a make or break situation. If he were planning on acting as hot and cold as he was beforehand then this would never work.

"Of course Bella. I know that I fucked up and I know that I need to make some changes. I hate that I hurt you and made you believe things that I myself didn't even fully believe. I want to be with you. I want to be able to come home from work and know that you're going to be at home with me. I want your face to be the first one I see in the morning and the last one I see before I go to bed. And whatever I have to do to prove that I want all of those things, I'll do in a heartbeat."

I was speechless at this point. This was the most levelheaded conversation we had had in a while, or ever for that matter. I didn't know what to say so I just reached for him. He understood the sentiment and held me in his arms. His smell intoxicated me in the best way. I wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever but I was still shaken by his sudden confessions and turn of emotion. I could only hope that his feelings would last as long as I knew mine would.