A/N: I know this is short, but you've all waited so patiently and left many reviews, so I thought I quick whip this up and post it. I hope you enjoy the tiny sip of lemonade I've placed in here, just for you all...

EPOV

She spun on her heel and ran down the hall. I got off of Tanya and chased after her. I slid down the banister and lunged at her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to me.

"Get your hands off me, you asshole." She tried to shake me off but I tightened my grip.

"You have a lot to explain to me and you have no right to tell me what to do."

"I'm leaving because apparently you no longer need me. Have fun with the blonde bimbo in your bed."

"Excuse me?" Tanya asked, sliding up behind me. Bella's eyes narrowed at me, then her.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Bella, Edward's ex-partner of Masen-Cullen law firm. You are…?"

"Tanya. I've heard so much about you, from Edward." Tanya wrapped herself around me like a disturbing human vine. A flash of recognition came over Bella's face, then a mask of indifference.

"Well I'm glad you found each other again. If you excuse me, I'm going to go back to the hotel and try to catch the early morning flight out of this hellhole." Bella growled and stormed to the front door. A loud banging noise and a shriek made me run to the door, where I watched as two armed police officers broke in through my front door and were followed by James. He went over to her and hugged her. He stared at me from over her head and his eyebrows arched when he noticed Tanya behind me.

"What are you doing here?" The pain of realization hit me square in the chest: She's with him now. The officers stood in the doorway and one cleared their throat.

"Someone call nine-one-one?" I shook my head and stepped towards them.

"I did. This woman is violating a restraining order." I gestured over towards Tanya, who was hissing quietly.

"Ma'am, if you'll come with us." One of the officers pulled out their handcuffs and latched them around Tanya's wrists.

"This won't be the last time you'll see me again, Cullen!" I rolled my eyes at her dramatics and watched with amusement as she resisted the officers as they tried to put her in the backseat of the patrol car. Shutting the front door, I turned to the remaining people in my foyer. I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger and let out a long breath.

"I need a drink,"

BPOV

James released me, but still followed me into the kitchen like a lost puppy. Edward stood in front of an open refrigerator, staring blankly at its contents.

"I don't know what I should have, a beer or a glass of wine. It's so difficult to choose between each. It's almost like I want both, but in reality, only one will truly satisfy my craving." His analogy hurt me deeply, because his thinking was all off. He thought James and I were together and just knowing that he would even have the audacity to believe that cut my insides to shreds.

"I'll have a glass of wine, if you don't mind." I knew the difference between "The Beer" and "The Wine" and it was an apt description of both men in the room. He pulled out the bottle and opened it so it could breathe before he poured a glass.

"Water will be fine for me. Don't bother, I'll get it myself." James mumbled and headed to the sink. Edward grabbed a beer and popped the top, but didn't drink it. He ran his finger around the rim for a moment and glanced up at me.

"Bella-"

"Edward-" We both spoke at the same time. I gestured for him to continue, but he did the same for me.

"No, you go. I have a bit more to say," I murmured and I ignored the feeling of James's eyes boring into me. He quickly gulped his water and touched my arm.

"I think I'm going to go. Give me a call and I'll come get you, okay?" He didn't say anything to Edward as he left and it seemed like Edward waited for the front door to shut before speaking.

"It's perfectly alright if you want to go with him. I understand completely."

"I don't think you do." I said, growing angry at the direction of this conversation.

"The past few weeks have been trying for the both of us. First you end it with me for another man and now I find out you're with James. How is the other man handling it?" I slammed my glass down on the granite counter and didn't care that I cracked the base of it. I hated the tone he used with me, so condescending.

"Hopefully in jail. James beat the shit out of him a few days ago."

"Well, he is a jealous man." He said before taking a drink. Furious, I smacked the bottle out of his hand and was pleased to see his eyes turn fiery.

"He was not jealous, you ass! He was protecting me! That night at the bar, I didn't leave by my own will."

"You sure about that? It seemed an awful lot like it," I let out a frustrated scream and shoved him with all my might. He stumbled back against the fridge and glared at me.

"Go ahead, hit me. At this exact moment in time, I don't give a flying fuck what happens now." I screamed at him and kicked at the bar stool that was next to me.

"Join the goddamn club." We glowered at each other for what seemed like hours. I blew out a long breath and sat down on the barstool, hanging my head.

"James is probably waiting for you at the hotel," He said quietly and it was the final straw for me. I shoved the stool out from underneath me, grabbed my purse and began to leave the room. Right as I started to turn the corner, I had the feeling that I needed to have the last word.

"Think about this. Jacob raped me, James and I slept together once, but we didn't have sex. He held me while I cried myself to sleep over you. I never stopped loving you, Edward." I was mad at myself for not being able to get through that without my voice cracking, but it did. I stormed out the front door and slammed it shut behind me. Letting out an anguished cry, I slid down the door and wept.

EPOV

I stared at the cabinets that were dripping with beer. My knees gave out from under me and I fell back against the counter. Her words looped in my mind and I was helpless to stop it. A part of me was elated that she and James weren't together. But another part wanted to finish where James left off and kill that sick bastard. I wanted to know. No, I needed to know. I prayed as I pulled myself off the floor that she hadn't called James and left. I stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the front door. I wrenched in open and in a desperate attempt to find her, I bellowed out her name.

"Bella! Where are you?!" My voice echoed in the darkness and I waited anxiously for a response. It was quiet for what felt like an eternity, until I heard a noise that forever changed my life.

"Right here." She cried, looking up at me from my porch step with her big, brown eyes. I let out a tortured groan as I bent down to pick her up, and another when I pressed my mouth to hers. My fingers wound themselves in her hair, anchoring her to me. Her arms hooked around my neck, her legs around my waist. I pulled away for a breath and buried my face in her neck, eagerly inhaling her familiar and comforting scent.

"I thought you left, like you did before. I thought you were never coming back," I raggedly whispered against her skin, dragging long open-mouthed across her neck and collarbone. My hands left her hair and traveled up and down her back. She moaned and kissed my hair.

"I was always with you. I wanted to come back so badly, but I didn't think you'd want me." The sadness in her voice broke my heart. I tugged at her slightly, so she was looking at me.

"I will always want you, Bella. I love you so much. It nearly killed me not having you in my arms." She smiled hugely and brought her mouth back to mine. I carried her upstairs, past the room where Tanya had unpacked, to my bedroom. I laid her down and stared at her, almost in disbelief that she was here with me. As if she had read my thoughts, she raised a hand to stroke my face.

"I keep telling myself that this isn't a dream. You're actually here." I kissed her beautiful mouth again and poured into her all of the love I could muster, along with my fear and doubts. Her small hands ran up and down my back and chest, tugging at my shirt. I quickly removed it, along with my boxers and pants. I took my time undressing Bella, worshipping each new patch of skin that was exposed. Soon enough, Bella was naked and watching me with love-filled eyes. I reached for her hands, intertwining our fingers. I showered her face with light kisses, murmuring sweet nothings, words of love and adoration. We both gasped aloud when we joined. It felt like going home. Bella was my home. I couldn't tear myself away from Bella's face, I watched every single emotion and expression passed over her. She bit her lip and threw her head back when I quickened my pace, but our eyes were still connected. I felt her grip tighten on my hands and I knew she was close, as was I. I watched as her eyes glassed over as she hit her peak. Her breathless moan broke me and I pressed my forehead against hers as I went over the edge with her. I rolled over onto my side, still inside and stroked her stomach. We laid in silence, soaking in the moment. And for the first night in weeks, I slept soundly, with Bella in my arms.

Okay, I know it seems like everything is hunky-dory with E and B, but I thought the story needed a bit o'fluff to liven the mood. And the lemon really didn't hurt, either. Please leave a review. I'll love you forever.