AN: Yes, I'm sorry I didn't post anther on Thanksgiving, this week went by so fast, and my birthday was yesterday! So I will be double-posting.

Chapter 25: Health

BPOV

I watch Edward for a moment, his jaw tensed, hands tensed on the wheel even tighter. He shifts for a moment, and then shoots a look at me that says, "Later". I just nod.

I've missed him. It's been weeks since I've spoken to him, seen him. I can't stop analyzing him, even though I can feel Alice watching me inspect him from the backseat, for which I am probably going to be teased over later. He looks healthy, rested even. He's cleanly shaven, and despite his hair being in the same condition it always is, he still looks perfect. He's wearing a thick, green, cotton hoody and jeans, with some black Adidas sandals, sans socks. Healthy. I smile. He glances at me from his peripherals and smiles back.

"What?" he asks, glancing back at the road.

"Nothing. I didn't know you could drive," I comment.

"I can do a lot of things," he answers, winking.

I bet you can, Agnes agrees.

"Like?" I wonder.

"I make a mean Mayo sandwich, " he offers with a cheeky smile, laughing when my nose wrinkles.

"Positively gruesome," I agree.

"Don't hate on my mad cooking skills, BB."

"Ha!" I snicker. "I've seen your skills, Mayo Mouth. And it's nothing but lard and cholesterol. How you manage to stay so fit is beyond me."

"Ah, so you've noticed." He smirks, nodding his head.

"Of Course she has," Alice mumbles from behind me. I ignore her.

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't."

"Oh, no, no, no, you have. It's okay to take notice of my insanely, attractive, hot body BB. Don't be ashamed." He says, grinning.

"I'm not – "

"AHA! So you admit that my body is insanely, hot and attractive!" He laughs, pointing a finger at me.

"I – you . . . You didn't let me finish!" I accuse, blushing and crossing my arms.

"Then by all means, Bella, finish. You're not what? Attracted to me? Come on, let me know. I can take it."

"You're impossible," I mutter, trying to keep a straight face.

"You love me for it."

I think I love you because of it.

"I plead the fifth," I reply, turning my head towards the window, knowing my blush will give me away.