All things Twilight are Stephanie Meyer's, everything else is mine.

Plot bunny from a manip I saw in a FB group. Drabble fic with alternating POV's.

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Chapter 21 – BPOV

I can't believe I did it; I said yes. I feel like I'm taking advantage of him, of his generosity, but I could see the desperation in his face. He needs this as much as I do. We're helping each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

I give thirty days' notice to my apartment complex and begin packing everything up. I take one box of my items to the Cullen's every day, moving in slowly. I want to keep my bed and some of my furniture and Edward's happy to loan me part of his basement to store them in. I don't have much, but I will need them at my next place.

I know this is only temporary, maybe only the summer, but I am very grateful for the job. It almost isn't a job at all. Edward and I work out the financials of my employment; six hundred a month including room and board. It's a deal too good to pass up. The amount seems a bit high, seeing as I'm 'renting' one of his bedrooms, but he insists he's done the math correctly basing it off of local day cares.

"Here, let me take that," Edward says from behind me as I struggle to open the door with my bags and a box in my arms.

"Edward!" I exclaim, thanking him for getting the door. "You're home early."

He takes the box from me, setting it down on the kitchen counter.

"I booked of my patients early today. I thought we could go through the room tonight, take out anything you don't want," he says. "Where's Lainie?"

"Probably playing in her room. We got home a few minutes ago; I just hadn't unpacked my car yet."

"Wow," he whispers, his hand running through his hair.

"What?" I question.

"I just… you said 'we got home'. I… like the way that sounds," he admits, his eyes meeting mine before quickly darting away. I can feel my face growing warm, blush covering my skin. "I, umm, should go work out."

"S-sure, dinner will be ready in about an hour," I reply, my body slumping down on the bar stool as he walks away.

My hands come together in front of my mouth as my mind works out his reaction. I'm taking him the wrong way, I know it, but his words pull at my heart. He seemed to like the way I said it; implying that Lainie and I were both home. That I belong here.

It's a little bit awkward at dinner, but we quickly resume our usual conversation and pace. He helps with the dishes before we move into the guest bedroom to edit and move things around. I swallow hard as my eyes scan the bed and I can't get the image of our naked bodies entwined out of my mind. It's playing on repeat, cycling over and over.

"Bella?" he questions, looking at me in concern.

"Sorry, I just… remember that bed being really comfy," I lie, unable and unwilling to tell him what I was really thinking. "So, I think we just need to move some of the personal items out and I would like to use my own blankets and pillows."

He chuckles at me as he begins to strip the bedding.

"What?"

"Nothing, just, Lainie and I are both the same way. I always have to take my pillow and at least my own throw blanket when I go anywhere. Just having those items is a comfort."

I blush when thoughts of snuggling with him like I do my blanket invade me. Maybe this isn't the best idea.

"Bella, you can stay tonight and I'll let you use my blankie," Lainie says from the doorway.

I kneel in front of her. "Thank you so much, sweetie, but I'll be here soon enough. I really should get back to my apartment."

"What if daddy gives you his blankie?" she asks, sweetening the pot.

My forehead leans against hers. "Tell you what, on my first night you and I will have a camp out in here with our blankies, how's that sound?"

Her face lights up at that idea and she begins to ramble about what animals will join us. I smile as she heads to her bedroom to prepare and turn to find Edward staring at me with a soft smile of his face.

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