Bella's POV
The pull in my chest is fading.. Sam is close. Crap! Goddammit! Edward will hurt him. He.. He might die! And it will be my fault! He has to leave! Dammit, now! I try to stand and I collapse, my vision swimming, fading. My breathing accelerates with fear. How much did Edward drink from me? The very thought repulses me. I gingerly touch my throbbing neck. I wince at the contact. It stings painfully.
Suddenly light floods the room. A giant hulking figure at the entrance. Radiating warmth.
"Sam.." I croak, my throat dry and painful. I'm in his arm before I know it. I curl myself into a tiny ball, and Sam's arms encircle me warmly. I'm dry sobbing, no actual tears coming out, I have no water in me to waste. Sam plants kisses on my head, rocking me.
"I'm here babe.." He murmurs in my ear soothingly.
"My babies." I say. He kisses my head again, causing tingles to run down my spine.
"They're fine. Jacob imprinted on Emily." He says. I smile. Good. Jake needs somebody.
"Come, I'm. Taking you home." He says. Home. It seems so far away.
I step outside and the light blinds me. Sam catches me before I fall, my eyes stinging painfully.
"Edwards gone." Sam answers the unanswered question. The wet towel that has been resting on my heart, body, and mind has been lifted. I slump against Sam, partly in relief, partly in weakness. I haven't eaten or drank.
Sam places me in a car, and I sit next to him in the front. Jake is in the back, cradling Emily. I hold out my hands and he places Randall in my arms. I hug him to me, sobbing again. My precious baby. Safe. Thank The Lord. We pull up the the house and Sam steps out, and then comes around and opens the door for me, ever the gentleman. Wolf. Whatever. Both. Jake comes out too. The entire pack is there, bloodied, bruised but overall, alive. Jake hands Emily to Sam and we walk into the house. We send the babies to sleep, after feeding them. We walk to our own room. He sets me on the bed and then lies next to me, tilting my head to his. His lips meet mine and consume them in fire. I'm burning. I sit up and straddle him, my hands resting delicately on his chest, his on my hips. We break apart and I gasp for air, breathless.
"I've missed you." He says. I smile.
"I missed you more." I say. He shakes his head, dead serious.
"I missed YOU more." I giggle knowing where this is going.
"I missed you more." I assure him. He laughs too.
"Agree to disagree." He offers. I laugh.
"Just kiss me, dammit!" I say, and we do.