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I, NCIS Agent, am extremely and unimaginably sorry for not updating sooner. I…uh….kindasortaforgotaboutthisstoryandiamsosorrysoi'mgonnatrytoputupalotofchaptersthisweekendsopleaseforgiveme.

Now that I got that off my chest…….I have something to ask of all of you. I know that whenever I get into a story that's not finished, and the author takes to long to update, I lose interest in the story, no matter how much I loved it when I first read it. Please don't do that to me. I know I'm being a hypocrite, but my pride is writing this paragraph, not me. Please bear with me. I have so much I want to put into this story, it's just that school and my family and my never-ending short term memory loss that my mom gave me have been keeping me from writing.

Now…on to the chapter!

Evelyn's POV

I ran up to my room, as giddy as all get out. I know I had been hard on Edward earlier, but I was just so mad at him. I knew how happy he could be, but he was being so darn stubborn about it! Looking back at it, I can understand now why an almost 100 year old vampire wouldn't believe a 15, now 16, year old human.

But whatever the reason, Edward finally realized he could actually love Bella, and I just knew he was going to watch her sleep. That fact made me want to squeal with joy. Edward, the hard-headed, stubborn fool, actually took my words to heart and decided to be smart about it!

I picked Bubby up from my bed and spun him around.

"Edwards gonna see Bella! Edwards gonna see Bella!" I sang to him as I spun. I couldn't stop myself. I giggled then flopped onto my bed.

"You have no idea how good this is Bubby," I told my bear, looking into his adorable eyes, "I would tell you, but then all the other vampire eavesdroppers would hear, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" I added for the good of all the vampiric ears I'm sure were listening to me this second.

I squealed then hugged Bubby again. I was just so happy!

I looked at my clock, only to discover it was past 10.

"Bubby, it's bed time," I told the bear, climbing under the expensive silk covers Alice bought me.

Bubby slept in my arms every night since Emmett gave him to me. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but I was really afraid of spending the night by myself in the hospital, and Bubby had kept me calm. I knew my fears were irrational, but I had seen way too many slasher movies to ever be comfortable sleeping in an area unknown to me. When I got home from the hospital, I kept him with me. I just couldn't bear to leave him by himself. Also, even more embarrassing, he had turned into my security blanket in a way. I couldn't imagine sleeping without him now. I wonder if Alice had seen that coming…

Edward's POV

I could hear Evelyn's squeal of joy as I ran away from the house.

"Edwards gonna see Bella!" I heard her sing as I got out of hearing range.

I slowed down to try to gather my thoughts. I had no clue where I was going when I left the house, all I knew was that I had to get out of there. I guess Evelyn knew about me than I knew about myself right now.

I thought about it. Could it hurt to just see Bella? I wouldn't hurt her. At least, I thought I wouldn't hurt her. I've controlled myself around her for the last month, and if I was going to lose control, it would've happened by now, right?

I decided to just go for it, and see her. A darker side of me thought that if I did slip, no one would see me and it wouldn't hurt her as much if she was asleep.

Once I made my decision, I couldn't wait to see her. My pace quickened, till I was running faster than I had ever run before. My whim to get out of the house turned into a need to see Bella.

If I was going to act like this maybe I could love her….I thought.

I finally got to the house that I had seen in Alice's first vision of Bella and I, and was assured it was hers by the potent scent coming from it.

I could tell her bedroom was the one upstairs that was conviently set by a tall tree. I nimbly climbed up it, and looked in the window. I could see her small body lying in her bed, sound asleep. I never noticed before, but something about the moonlight hitting her sleeping face made her seem so angelic, so innocent, so beautiful.

How could I have not seen that in her before?

Answer: Because I was an idiotic fool.

I leaned in closer to get a better look, and was an inch from her window when she stirred.

"Edward," she murmered gently.

I froze, shocked. She saw me.

"Bella….I can….I…" I stammered, trying to explain myself. Then she turned over and continued to sleep.

I smiled. She was only sleep talking.

Sleep talking.

About me.

She was talking about me, in her sleep.

Wow.

Did that mean she didn't hate me, dispite the rude and awful way I was treating her? Either it was an accident she said my name, or she was the most forgiving human in the universe.

"Edward," she whispered again, as if answering my internal question.

My smile grew. She was talking about me. She didn't hate me. A few hours ago, that knowledge would've annoyed me. Now it made me happy.

I guess that gave me my answer – yes, yes I could love her. I had only changed my train of thought, and I had already noticed how beautiful she actually was and hearing her say my name in her sleep made me happy.

I could definitely love her.

I don't how long I stayed there watching her sleep, and my still heart seemed to leap every time she said my name.

I was about to leave her, dawn was coming, when I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

"Edward…Edward, I love you," she said, clear as day.

I couldn't think straight. My feet were frozen on the branch I was standing on. She loved me. She loved me. She loved me when I was being evil to her. She loved me.

My smile grew so wide I thought my marble face would burst.

"I love you too Bella," I told her.

I made a vow right then and there that I would be the kindest man to her ever, starting today. I would make her see that I was worth her love.

I jumped off the branch then, and headed home to prepare for my day.

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