Author Note/

Hope you're all still with me.

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I woke for the first time in almost three months beneath covers and lying on a mattress. The light of the Dublin sun was shining through the curtains of my temporary home at the Cullen's and the great love of my life was tightening his arms around me as a smile broke across my face. The argument during the early hours of the morning seemed ridiculous now that I had everything I needed in life; shelter, warmth, food and love. Come to think of it, I was pretty famished.

I snuggled closer to Edward, realising I was now lying on his chest and smiled harder, unable to contain the giggle bursting from between my lips. He stirred beneath me and I shut up immediately, not wanting to take him away from whatever dream he was having.

"Jesus!" I heard him moan before he squeezed me too tightly against him.

"Ouch!" I whimpered. "What's wrong?" I didn't worry about morning breath after so long being without a tooth brush. Edward could handle every part of me now.

Edward took a deep breath and I felt him exhale beneath me. "I could have sworn we were still at sea as I was waking up," he said. "I felt the mattress jostle and swore it was the raft again."

I rose up on his chest, smiling down at him sadly before pecking him lightly on the lips. "Sorry, I just woke up extremely happy. I didn't realise I was wiggling all around the bed."

"I heard your laugh," he smiled fondly at me. I couldn't help but blush. He smiled wider. "To think the beginning of our relationship was filled with blushes on your behalf but it was only because I had to see you naked!"

"I was so reserved back then," I mused. "Now look what you've turned me into."

"A nympho?"

I slapped him hard on the chest. "Watch it," I warned with a smirk to let him know I was joking. Just then my stomach grumbled and I let out a laugh. "No more fish for breakfast! Hallelujah!"

"I thought you liked my fish?" Edward pouted. I knew he was playing with me.

"I'm hoping your mother's cooking is better if I'm being totally honest with you," I kissed him once more before leaving the bed, forgetting I was naked. "Anything I could wear for now, babe?"

"You'll be going shopping later but check the wardrobe over there, there should be some of my old stuff or Emmett's lying around," Edward told me. "Also, Ma doesn't cook. That's what John is here for."

"You've got a cook?" I blanched, looking for something to wear in the small pile of clothes. "What are you guys, the mafia?"

"Something like that," he merely shrugged, rising from the bed. I tried not to stare, knowing if I looked now, we'd never leave the bedroom and I was starving so… priorities. Thinking this way, watching my Edward waddle to the joint bathroom I didn't even know we had and turn on the shower, seeing myself picking out clothes for the morning… It made me think what we would be like as a married couple and wondered if this was how we'd be. A few morning cuddles and kisses before starting our day. Me doing whatever I'd do and him going to kill a few men. Nothing major, nothing new.

I took a calming breath and decided on a pair of boxer shorts and a long, oversized white t-shirt. It would do before I found real clothes. How did Esme expect me to shop around Dublin when I had no clothes to begin with? I didn't really want to leave the house knowing Charlie was on a flight to Dublin. It made me anxious imagining him bouncing in his seat thousands of feet above the ground. I even worried the plane would crash, like it did mine. Which brought back some other deep, dark thoughts.

"Edward?" I called to him, knowing he'd hear me from the shower since the bathroom door was still open.

"Yeah?"

"Did anyone ever find out the cause of the crash?" I said, jumping into my new boxers. "Did your dad find anything out?"

"It could be the guys from the island, babe." I strained to hear what Edward was saying. I moved to the open door and leaned against it for support, throwing on my tee while he spoke. "I'll talk it over some more today with my dad but even the investigators can't find the malfunction in the engine. When the three months are up on investigating the flight and if there's no new information, then we know the cause."

I shivered, unable to help myself and searched out a toothbrush to distract myself. As I danced around with joy at the sight of an unopened toothbrush, a knock sounded on the bedroom door.

"Bella, Edward!" Alice's voice rang through the room. "Lunch in ten!"

I remembered Esme saying lunch would be served at one. "We didn't sleep for long," I said absentmindedly to Edward as he stepped out of the shower. He looked delectable with a towel dangling dangerously low on his hips. Focus Bella….

"You don't have to go shopping today, if you don't want to," he said, grabbing the other toothbrush. If I thought we looked like a married couple before, this took the cake. Brushing our teeth side by side was adorable and mesmerising to watch and I didn't even know why. Maybe it was the excitement of finally having a toothbrush to call my own again. Until I found myself a real home.

"Edward," I said as I gargled some water after. "What's gonna happen me and you once Charlie comes? Am I going back to Seattle? Are you coming back?"

He continued brushing his teeth for a moment before gargling his own water and then he turned to me. "Whatever you want to do, I'll follow," Edward said, pulling me into his wet arms but I didn't mind. "If you want to move back to Seattle? Okay then, I'll go with you. If you want to move to Russia? Fine, I'll head there too."

I laughed despite my fear and let him hold me longer.

"No matter what, Bella," Edward cupped my face in his hands. "I'll follow you anywhere."

I smiled, ducking my head as his words tickled my senses. "What if I wanted to stay in Ireland?" I asked him, tentatively, testing the waters. His sweet eyes never changed and the smile stayed etched on his lips.

"If you want to stay here with my fucked up family, then so be it," he winked. "But I know once you see Charlie again you're gonna wanna be where he is."

I hated the fact that he was right.

"Don't stress now," Edward said as he kissed my forehead. "We have our entire lives to figure it out, thank god. For now, let's eat. I'm famished."

We made it to the bottom floor just in time to meet Carlisle along the living room. He was dressed in a signature suit that I knew would look delectable on Edward.

"Morning!" Carlisle greeted us with a smile. "Sleep well, Isabella?"

It was weird to hear someone call me by my full name. "It was delightful, thank you."

"Ah, we knew you'd love Eddie's old room. Shocked you didn't flip at thousands of underwear he left behind him when he went to America."

"Boys will be boys," I joked, unsure why he thought I'd react so badly to boxer briefs. I was wearing a pair?

"Yeah, but boys don't usually wear thongs now, do they?" Carlisle winked at me and if it wasn't for how good he looked doing so, I probably would have punched him in the face.

"Thongs?" I repeated through gritted teeth, looking to Edward.

He gulped. "I was seventeen, eighteen," he tried to reason with me. "You can't hate me for sexual antics that happened before I met you."

"I can still get jealous," I murmured darkly. Carlisle chuckled to himself, leaving the mess he created behind as he went through the living room without another word.

Alone with Edward and my raging jealousy, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me against the front of his body. I refused to feel attraction. Refused.

"Oh, how I love when you're jealous," he murmured wantonly into my ear. I shivered and broke away from him, trying to maintain my anger but was failing miserably.

"I'm hungry," I said lamely and followed Carlisle's footsteps, leaving Edward to chuckle behind me.

The living room was connected to the kitchen, evidently, which stretched on for miles. There was a separate dining area where everyone was already seated and Esme was speaking loudly in her thick Dublin accent, passing around toast and plates upon plates of eggs.

"Rashers anyone?" she called and when she lifted her head to shout at John at the stove, she spotted me in the doorway and smiled. "Bella! Yer up!"

I couldn't help but grin at her and forgot my anger towards Edward's thong escapades that I had no reason to be jealous of and took his open hand and walked with him to the table. Esme pulled me in for a hug.

"Ye look like ye had a good night's sleep anyway! Your father shouldn't be long getting here anyway. Few hours at the most."

"Have you heard from him?" I asked, hopefully, taking a plate from John who appeared out of nowhere. "Thank you," I said absentmindedly.

"Ah, Carlisle talked on the phone to one of his security men," Esme said, plopping eggs and bacon onto my plate. There was so much to eat, my stomach was jumping for joy. "He has a few of his boys on lookout at the airport just in case Charlie arrives early. Me husbands all about schedules."

Carlisle kissed her cheek before settling down on a seat beside hers, grinning at me. "Charlie's flight is well underway. You won't be long waiting to see him. You can be on the first flight out of here with him if you wish." His tone did not sound warm.

Edward dropped his plate suddenly and was jabbing a finger at his father. "You know damn well she won't be leaving without me."

Alice and Jasper looked just as shocked as I did at Edward's outburst, but I was more shocked at Carlisle's harsh tone. I could be on the first flight out of here? So was Carlisle not so taken with me as Esme was when Edward confessed his love for me? Did he not trust me? I sat down, picking at my bacon silently, praying to god Edward would just sit down already. I touched the hand that wasn't jabbed at Carlisle and it seemed to wake him up. He sat down slowly, gripping my fingers between his.

"Watch what you say around her," Edward said seethily.

"I could tell you the same thing," Carlisle retorted, taking a bite of his toast. Beans dripped down the sides of his fingers but he didn't seem to care.

"You act like it's a trade secret," Edward scoffed. "I kill for money, Da, it's a known fact."

"A known fact with family!"

"Bella is family!" Edward yelled.

"And what about the next time you two argue?" Carlisle shouted right back. "You think she wont go running off on you?"

"Of course not!" I piped in but Esme shut me up with her expression.

"Let them get it out, dear," she whispered to me. She held up a plate from the centre of the table. "Rashers anyone?"

"What the fuck are rashers?" Alice cried, obviously effected by the arguing going on in the background between Edward and his father. Her American accent sounded hilarious using such Irish words like 'rashers'.

"Bacon, Ali, bacon," Jasper whispered to her, taking a bite of his own food.

"I heard you arguing last night, Eddie," I listened to what Carlisle spat. "I know how that child really feels."

"She's not a child!" Edward roared.

"She is sitting right here!" I finally snapped, rising to my feet. "She is sitting right next to you fools!?" Five pairs of eyes stared back at me as I tried to calm my nerves. "Carlisle, it's funny how you can talk down on me when you had nothing but good things to say to me at the hospital. I have to admit I was a bit apprehensive about meeting the man who turned his son into a killer. But I've accepted that part of Edward and am willing to look past it because I love him. And if you had been eavesdropping correctly, you would have known I was upset about killing a man myself, not the fact that Edward lives that kind of live daily. He may be able to look a man in the eye as he takes his last breath but I'm not. And I don't have to. So don't you dare tell Edward how to live his life and tell him who he should be with when you've been doing just that since the minute you sent him to America to be a trained assassin."

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