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Emmett ditched out on us for breakfast. When I came out of the bathroom in the dress, Edward had been in the living room - alone - staring sadly and wistfully at the beat-up piano. His expression had been far off, and pained, and had made my insides respond with an echoing pain for him. I'd placed my hand on his arm, and he'd smiled sadly down at me. Then he explained that Emmett hadn't been in here when he came out, and his jeep was gone. So we'd gone to the diner on our own.

I was sitting on a barstool, twirling around in boredom. Edward stopped as he passed by me from one of the tables he was waiting on now, and gave me an annoyed look. "Bella. Go find something to do, someone to hang out with."

Snorting, I muttered, "The people at my school aren't exactly that great. The few who are, aren't here." Then I grinned up at him. "You're stuck with me, Hyde."

"Great," he muttered teasingly, then left. Moments later, my phone rang. I plucked it out of my bag, checking to make sure it wasn't Mike, then answered.

"Hey, Alice. What are you calling me for?"

"Hi Bella. We need to go to Rose's house."

I frowned. "…Why?"

"She just called Jaz. Apparently, she's requesting Ben and Jerry's and Titanic."

I closed my eyes. Rosalie only asked for Titanic when she was really down. "I'll be right over. You want to grab the movie, or ice cream?"

"I… I don't know Bella! I've never done this for Rosalie before!"

That made me blink, and realize how close we all had gotten in the few short months. It felt like I'd known Alice my whole life, but I really hadn't.

"Okay, chill Alice. Ben and Jerry's is her comfort food; get Phish Food, anything with brownie, and something with mint. She'll go through all three as she watches the movie. She only asks for Titanic when something's really gone wrong, so we should get to it pronto. Is Jaz joining us?"

"No. I picked up his phone; he's with his parents right now. I guess they just got a letter from a college or something like that and wanted to talk to him now."

Groaning, I closed my eyes. "Alright. Where are you?"

"At some restaurant. He and his parents are talking to some friends right now. Would it be terribly rude of me to leave?"

"No," I snorted. "Just tell them you have a family emergency, and have to leave. Jasper can handle anything else his parents try to hash out. I'll pick you up at…" I thought quickly. I knew the exact restaurant they were at; the Hales always went to the same fancy French food restaurant. "Walk down to the little café on the corner. I'll meet you there."

"Okay." We hung up and I quickly glanced around for Edward. I couldn't see him, and so instead I asked one of the waitresses to tell him I'd had to go do something and would talk to him tonight. Then I hurried out the door and into my car, which had been left here when we'd gone to the festival.

I reached the café soon, and saw Alice bouncing in place worriedly. I parked close by and got out, walking up to her.

"Bella!" she said, and rushed forward to hug me. I hadn't realized how much I had missed the little pixie until now, and hugged her tightly back. "Hey, Alice. I missed you."

"You too!"

I let go of her and walked towards the café.

"Bella, where are you going?"

"Rose'll probably like her favorite drink and pastry. Let's get that now, then hurry and buy the ice cream and rent the movie."

Inside, I quickly ordered a venti cinnamon spiced mocha for Rose, along with a lemon scone. Alice asked for a grande vanilla latte, extra hot, double shot, and I got a gingerbread latte. We walked out, then hurried to the store nearby. Alice hurried to the movie store down the street while I grabbed the ice cream and rushed through the express checkout. We met up back at the car and drove at a faster than normal pace to the Hale household.

The Hales owned a couple acres of property, with a house towards the front and side. It was a tall plantation-looking house, with the wide porch and intimidating columns. It was painted a soft blue, with a darker trim, and a balcony that ran along one side and the back. I parked at the curve of the driveway and got out, grabbing the bags with the movie and comfort food, while Alice carried the drinks.

"Rose," I called out as I stepped in, kicking off my shoes. "We've got comfort foods. And a latte," I tempted.

"Rosalie?" Alice called gently.

Finally, Rosalie came around a corner, silently. She was wearing a pair of sweats, soft and fuzzy and dark purple, and a form-fitting black tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a loose and messy hanging bun, tendrils framing her face. Her eyes were puffy, not exactly red, but close, and her nose looked swollen and pink.

Alice let out a sympathetic noise and came towards her, enclosing her in a one-armed hug.

"Here," she said kindly, removing the spiced latte and handing it to Rose, quickly followed by the little bag holding her scone.

"Thanks," Rosalie sniffed hoarsely, turning and heading back to the living room. I turned in the opposite direction to put the ice cream in the freezer until we needed it so it wouldn't melt. Then I followed into the large living room. It was two stories high, making the second floor only half the space of the first and attack. A huge fireplace was in front of the most comfortable couch you had ever imagined, and the walls were a dark wood. The floors were fuzzy and burgundy red, encouraging me to slip off my socks and wiggle my toes. In front of another couch - this one not nearly as comfortable - and matching set of armchairs was a huge HD screen TV, with surround sound and an impressive game system. Bookshelves were at one corner, but they didn't hold many books, mainly ornaments and knick knacks on display. Alice was sitting with her legs folded under her in the corner of the couch, while Rose slumped against the rest, her head resting on the arm rest.

"Head up," I coaxed, patting it and sitting down when she lifted it. She laid it down in my lap, and I began rubbing her head gently. "Want to tell us what's up?"

She sniffed, and I watched a small tear slip down her face. "It's over."

"Why?" I asked gently. Alice looked horrified, and inside, I felt like it, too. I'd been so sure they were perfect for each other. And it explained how Emmett had looked this morning, somewhat. Now the question was - what had happened between them to make them both look like their puppy had just been shot?

"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered, then added in a whimper. "It hurts."

I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her as best as I could. "I know. But we can't help you unless you talk about it. Let's start at the beginning. How long ago?"

"Um…" She sniffed again, then said, "About two days ago. I took a train halfway home, stayed the night in a hotel, then caught a bus here. I got home about five hours ago."

"Why don't you start at the beginning of the vacation," Alice suggested.

"Well, we drove all day to his mom's rehab place. She, Melinda was her name, was very nice. We spent a few days there visiting with her, then drove another two days and a few hours of the third to get to his grandmother's. We spent almost a week there, but I left about five days in. It was horrible!" Tears were streaming down her face at a steady pace now. "She hated me; I wasn't even allowed to know her actual name, it was Mrs. McCarty all the time! Then one morning I woke up late and her and Emmett were in the kitchen with this college student. She was tall, pretty, and a psych major in Italy. Italy! And she was promising on being able to get him in on a scholarship! She was hitting on him right in front of me, and insulting me. She kept getting my name wrong, and was trying to make me sound like I was sixteen or seventeen or something. Then when I snapped, Mrs. McCarty - her name's actually Marge. Heidi, the college girl, is allowed to call her that. Anyways, she told me to leave while they all finished brunch. And Emmett just sat there!" She sniffed, and swiped a hand across her eyes. "After I went for a walk and coffee, I realized I was sort of overreacting. I…" She sobbed. "I thought he loved me. I was so sure of it! But when I got to the street, she was all over him at the side of the jeep, and he didn't push her away! He… he just stood there kissing her!" She sobbed loudly, her tears stronger, her body shaking. I shifted her more upright and hugged her. Alice shifted and moved closer, flinging her small body around Rosalie as well.

"Oo, poor baby," Alice cooed. "I can't believe he did that!"

I shook my head. "He was kissing her back?" I just couldn't picture it.

Rosalie sniffed. "He didn't even push her away!" she mourned. "I… I can tell when I'm no longer wanted. And before that, his grandmother and that slut were telling him I was immature and lazy and was only with him because I wanted something out of it and I would do nothing but drag him down!" A hard sob yanked her frame. I clutched her tighter, angry.

"His grandmother accused you of that?"

Rosalie nodded weakly against my shoulder, where her face was buried. Fury ignited, hot and fast, in me.

"How dare she? Just because you're beautiful and rich, doesn't mean you're a bitch and snob! You love Emmett!"

"Loved!" Rosalie snapped harshly, pulling away to glare at me, then at Alice. "I thought I loved him. I know better now."

"Rose…" I said slowly. The dark fevered look in her eyes was new. It scared me, depressed me, terrified me. I glanced over at Alice to see her worried as well.

"Rosalie, sweetie, I understand you're hurt, but it's okay to admit that you loved him." she carefully said.

"I-"

"Rose." I said sharply. "Lying to yourself will only make it worse."

Slowly, she seemed to deflate. "But if I lie, maybe I can pretend it never happened. I was so sure," she added, her voice breaking.

"Ahh," Alice sniffed, wrapping her arms around Rosalie again. "We're here for you sweetie."

"Yeah," I agreed. "So are Ben and Jerry."

"And two finer men there have never been," Alice said happily.

Rose gave a short laugh and wiped her eyes, sniffing. "They always know how to please their women, don't they?"

"That they do," I agreed, nodding and getting up. I came back with all three tubs and three spoons and sat down cross-legged next to my roommate.

We ate for a while in silence, until Alice abruptly laughed.

"What?" I asked, frowning in confused amusement at her.

She giggled. "I was just thinking… in three years, we'll be the legal drinking age. Now we have to pig out on ice cream. Then we can literally drown our sorrows! And I was picturing it, and it made me laugh; it was hilarious. Bella'd be our DD until she'd be all 'screw it, we'll call a cab' and join in, and Rosalie would start grinding on any hot man available, and I'd be dancing around singing lyrics off key, and Bells would be overwhelmed by the giggles. "

Rosalie's lips twitched. "Bella does have a tendency to get giggly when she drinks."

Alice's eyes widened and I gently hit Rose on the arm. "Hey! Once, Rosalie, that was once. And forbidden to be brought up, if I remember," I added a little sourly.

"What?" Alice asked.

Rosalie snorted and ate a huge bite of ice cream. "Last summer, I went through a really bad break-up, and the guy pretty much almost stalked me, then tried to force himself on me. Let's just say that he won't be having any children."

I snickered. "And he probably will never be able to use that hand the same ever again."

Rosalie smirked momentarily. "Anyways, I was pretty much traumatized, and my parents never lock up their liquor, so Jasper and Bella came inside to find me drinking some really good wine. They took it away, so I just got up and stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed the bourbon. Bella tried to take it away, but Jasper finally intervened, and told her that if I was going to get drunk, at least I was at home.

"Then he pulled out the tequila, and a bunch of other stuff and began making actual drinks. I guess he'd watched the bartenders at the parties a few too many times, cause he was damn good at it. He and Bella soon joined me, and by midnight, we were all drunk off our asses. I had the worst hangover in the morning."

Then she glared at me and shoved playfully. "Bells here didn't have any symptoms, while Jaz had one, but not nearly as bad as mine."

Alice stared in amusement and disbelief. "What'd you guys do?"

I shrugged. "I think we filmed ourselves at one point, and I found everything funny, and Rosalie cussed enough to make a sailor blush, and Jasper started talking about random, crazy, and amusing things."

Alice laughed once, then said, "Edward never drinks cause of his mom. I've had some at a friend's party once, but it didn't taste all that good, and I only had one."

I snorted. "I think I had like four. Rosalie had like eight."

Rose shrugged. "At least I didn't get sick. None of us did."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that might have been hard to explain to your parents. As it was, they were confused by the lessened amount of alcohol in the house."

She grinned. "That was funny." Then slowly, her expression grew bleak. "God, I'm so stupid."

"Why?" Alice asked.

"I always choose the wrong guy. Royce turned out to be a psycho, all the other guys wimps, and babies, and assholes, and losers, and I honestly thought Em would be different?" she asked, her voice breaking, nearly choking on Emmett's name. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Rosie," I said softly, reaching out to place my hand on her shoulder.

"I give up. There's no such thing as a happy ending," she muttered, burying her face in her hands. Alice and I both rubbed her back, not sure what to say to that.

"Sweetie, sure there is," Alice finally said. "Look at my parents. I don't think that you can deny they have a happy ending. And Jaz and I? Do you think we're doomed to fail?"

Rosalie shook her head. "For me. There's no such thing as a happy ending for me."

"That's not true," I denied. "If there isn't a guy perfect for you, then I'm just damned screwed."

Alice sent me a sly look. "Oh? What about Edward?"

I blushed, and Rosalie looked up at me, shocked. "You're with Edward?"

"Uh," I shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. So if you're saying that you can't find happily ever after, then I'm definitely screwed."

"Do you love him?"

I felt myself turning more red. "We've only been going out for about a week, you guys."

"So?" Alice asked. "Do you love him?"

"I… no. Not yet, at least, not in that way. But I do like him an awful lot, so I guess I love him in that way. It's a lot more than I've ever liked anyone before."

Alice grinned and clapped her hands. Even Rosalie looked happy through her tears.

"That's great Bells. Really. I approve. So much better than Newton."

I shuddered. "Thanks. I'm taking your approval this time to heart."

She laughed, and we turned on the movie. Halfway through, we were already all starry eyed and then we turned weepy as the boat slowly sank and then as Leonardo DiCaprio floated away. The ending just had us crying all over again.

Rosalie sniffed. "Why can't guys be like that these days?" she cried, rubbing her hands across her eyes.

I shrugged, sniffing. "I hate that movie."

Alice laughed, but it was changed by her lingering tears. "Why?"

"It makes me cry," I said, tears reappearing as I thought again about the movie. "Dangnamit Rose! Why do we always have to watch this movie when you're sad? I hate crying over movies!"

She laughed, then sniffed. "Sorry."

I snorted at the fact that she'd still watch it again, and got up, stretching. We had closed the blinds on all the windows, lowered the curtains, turned on the fireplace, and then dimmed the lights so that it was a muted faded orange glow. It made it feel like it was late, when it was only about four.

We all trudged over to the couch next to the fireplace, and Rosalie turned the lights out so that only the glow from the flames lit the room. We snuggled up with each other on the large couch, pulling a blanket down over ourselves. Rosalie rested her head in my lap, and my feet where up on the back, my head on Alice's shoulder. My eyes were drooping; all this emotional talk and problems were getting to me.

A low muted voice was speaking.

"Yeah, they're all knocked out. Rose's crying gags exhaust everyone involved. … Nah, I'm sure she'll be fine, in a couple days at most… she's tough. …I can give you directions if- ah. Okay, man. I'll tell her you called when she's wakes up. …Alright, bye."

Something was pulled up over me, and I shifted, before my thoughts drifted back into unconsciousness.

I shifted, stretching my aching legs out, then frowned when my arms bumped into something warm. I forced my eyes to open, and realized I was still lying in my odd position on the couch, and that Alice and Rosalie were still napping. Cautiously, careful not to wake them, I got up and padded into the kitchen, yawning.

Jasper was sitting at the center island, drinking what I assumed was a coffee and reading a book. He glanced up at me and smiled gently. "Nice nap?"

I nodded silently, still feeling the sleep in my eyes, and opened the fridge. The Hales had practically everything one could imagine eating in their kitchen, unlike my house, which only had whatever Renee was now into stocked in it. I pulled out the milk and placed it on the counter, then stretched onto my toes to reach into the cupboard for the cocoa powder that Rose loved. Jasper got up and quietly grabbed a pot and turned on the stove for me. Silently working together, we started the home made hot chocolate.

"Edward called about an hour ago," Jasper told me.

I threw a glance at the clock on the wall. It was about seven at night, meaning I had slept for about two and a half hours or so. "Oh?"

Jasper nodded. "I told him you were sleeping, and invited him over, but he turned it down."

I nodded. Edward and Jasper hadn't hung out all that often, despite Alice and Jaz dating now. Edward secluded himself from everybody, and now I understood why. Was it really only yesterday that I'd found out about his mom's drinking problem? It felt like longer.

"He doesn't… it's hard for him to socialize, I think," I finally said quietly.

Jasper nodded. "Alice explained that, somewhat, to me." He looked at me searchingly, then slowly added, "He seems almost depressed, and… tired. Like he has a lot of weight on his shoulders."

I nodded, rubbing my shoulder a bit. That odd sleeping position on the couch had given me some painful aches. My spine felt like it was trying to mimic the shape of a swirl. "Did Rosalie tell you…?" I asked slowly.

Jasper shook his head. "No. But when I saw you all over here, and Alice texted me almost immediately after she left saying Rosalie had requested your presences, I had a hunch. When Edward called me saying he couldn't get a hold of you, and we started talking, he brought up Emmett, and I figured it out."

I looked up at him, meeting the blue eyes that were less vibrant a color, more of a pastel than his sister's. "I think they're both pretty torn up over it. I blame Emmett's grandmother."

Jasper chuckled.

Alice came stumbling into the room, followed by Rosalie. They sat at barstools at the island, and Jasper moved to wrap his arms around petite Alice, kissing the top of her head. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Rosalie casually looked away, but looked a little pained. Poor thing.

When the hot chocolate was ready, I poured everyone a cup and lathered whipped cream onto the top, shaking some colored sugar-sprinkles on to the top, and set one down in front of everybody. We drank in silence for a long moment, before Jasper spoke.

"So I take it the whole meeting the parents thing went horribly?"

Rosalie winced, while I sighed. "Yeah, Jaz. Apparently, his recovering addict mom loved her. His grandmother - the important one to impress - accused your sister of being a gold-digger and of only going to ruin Emmett's chances to make it in the world."

Jasper looked furious, and it took a lot to piss him off. Messing with his sister unfairly was one of the few things that did it right away.

"…Let's shove her in a hole…" Alice's voice was far off and contemplative. Jasper pulled away slightly to glance down at her in confusion and shock and amusement. Rosalie and I looked at her, then at each other, both of us wearing near-identical looks of being taken aback and amused by the thought.

"Deep, deep inside of the earth; and leave her there." Alice finished, in much the same tone as before, only more viciously pleased sounding.

I snickered at the idea. "You find the hole, Rose can lure the evil old witch, Jasper can push, and I'll cover any cops who come sniffing around."

Rosalie snorted. "Great. I'll just tell her I lured Emmett to some horrible world-ending event and she'll come to kick my ass."

We all snorted.

"I'd be glad to push her, though I think we'd all like the honors of that." Jasper drawled, softly and dryly.

"And I'll stand there and make sure everything goes to plan!" Alice finished happily.

We laughed. When we had finished the drinks, we all migrated back into the living room, settling down in front of the fire. It was comfortable, just sitting and talking and pretending nothing was wrong with the world or our lives, if only for a few hours. Alice called Carlisle and Esme and told them she was staying the night, which they were completely fine with. We all dressed in pyjamas - Alice and I borrowing pairs of Rosalie's, though they weren't the best fit - and moved back downstairs for another movie. I took a spare moment while Jasper and Rosalie were arguing over which movie to watch and slipped onto the back porch to call Edward back, finally. It was almost nine at night, and I hoped he wasn't asleep or out working or something.

"Bella," he said right away.

I smiled, loving the sound of my name slipping from his lips, even if it was only over the phone.

"Hey. Sorry about leaving so fast earlier, and then missing your calls."

He chuckled, and the sound made me shiver. "It's alright. Jasper explained to me as much as he knew."

I could hear the almost nonexistent request in his statement, in the phrasing of it.

"They broke up. I guess Emmett's grandmother said some harsh things about Rosalie not really loving Emmett, just using him, and he didn't stand up for her. Of course, he also didn't know she heard any of that, but still. And when Rosalie came back later, he and some Italian college girl were kissing. It broke her heart. She ran."

It was quiet for a while on the other end of the line. "That's horrible. The whole grandmother thing sounds accurate, but the kissing…. That's not Em. He wouldn't…."

I shrugged, though of course he couldn't see it. "I don't know. I'm only relaying what Rose told us, and she wouldn't lie."

"Maybe…" he trailed off, then said, "I'll ask Emmett about everything next time I see him."

"Okay." I had to hope there was some way to fix this. For Rosalie's sake.

"I miss you." The admission was so unexpected, I blinked rapidly. He continued after a moment though. "I keep remembering how nice it was to hold you last night, and I can't sleep now." His voice was soft, quiet, vulnerable. Edward didn't like admitting anything close to a weakness, anything that could be used against him.

"I miss you too," I told him, leaning against the wall. "I think I just might have to come over more often."

"That would be nice."

I sighed quietly, happily. Edward wasn't perfect, but he was so damn close it drove me crazy.

"My mom…" he trailed off, and I tensed. A thousand different scenarios ran through my mind, from her just having another episode, to her telling him what I'd said the night before, to her being missing again.

"My mom… she told me that she likes you." I had to blink at that. "She says you cook well."

I snorted out a laugh. Of course.

"And that she thinks you're good for me."

That made me blush. I still didn't like her much, but I was glad - however hypocritical it might be - that she approved of me for Edward.

"But…"

My heart pounded. I hated that word in a conversation. It rarely led to good news.

"I caught her… again. It was a pretty big fight to get her away from it this time."

He didn't like to say the word. Didn't like mentioning the bottles, the drink, the fact that his mom was an alcoholic. Because it makes it more real, I thought.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," he said dismissively. "Just tired."

"Then go to sleep," I stated obviously.

He laughed, a little louder this time. "I thought I already explained I can't without you here?"

My back straightened a bit. It was tempting to rush over to his house, right then, but….

"Rose needs me," I sighed. "And I can't leave her."

"I know. Don't worry about it." He sounded like he really meant what he said. I still felt guilty though.

We hung up soon after that, promising the other to try to get some sleep, and I walked back into the living room, flipping the phone over in my hands.

Alice was smirking as the DVD player started working, and Rosalie was as well. Jasper had been defeated, obviously. They all glanced up when I came in, and I plopped down in the couch.

Rosalie got up from her arm chair and sat next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. "What's up Bells?"

"Nothing," I denied, shaking my head.

She pulled away to frown at me. "Something obviously is. You look like someone just told you to partner up with Newton and Mallory."

I made a face, and she laughed. "Well, not exactly like that, but close."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I was just talking to Edward. I think he wanted me to come over, but I told him I was staying the night with you."

She gave me a disapproving look. "Bella, I have Alice and Jasper. You can go be with him."

I shook my head. "Rosalie, it's fine. Besides, you know they'll couple up and -"

"And I'm not that fragile, Bella Swan. Really, you've been there for me more times than I can count, and now that you have a life, I can't expect you to come over at every little crisis. Alice told me you were planning on spending the whole day with Edward. Yet you came to me when I needed you. Right now, I'm fine."

I searched her eyes, but she really did look better. Not entirely better, or even close I'd say, but less likely to break down again. I sighed.

She smirked. "Go on. We can hang out - all five of us - tomorrow. Alice wants to do some spring clothes shopping."

I groaned, and Alice looked over. "Yeah. Edward can carry some bags."

I gave a soft laugh, rolling my eyes, but nodded. "Okay. I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

"Meet us at the mall at ten o'clock Isabella Swan, and no later, you hear me?!"

I snapped a sarcastic salute, which Alice smartly returned, then walked out of the house, to my car. My heart began to beat fast at the thought of seeing Edward soon, and I once again went a little over the speed limit, a shocking action for me. When I pulled up in front of his house, I made sure to lock my car, remembering what he had said the first time I'd stayed here. I paused at the front door, unwilling to knock and wake anyone up. After a moment of deliberation, I snuck around and through the gate in the fence, towards where I remembered his room to be, and peeked through the window. He was lying on his bed, the table side lamp on, staring up at the ceiling. Shaking nervously and with the possibility of embarrassment, I tapped once softly on the glass.

He sat up and glanced over with a confused frown. His face lit up with that crooked grin as he saw me. He walked over and silently lifted the pane of glass, then leaned against the window pane. I was so glad it was just about the right height and not taller than I was.

"Miss Swan, what is this? Trespassing?"

I grinned. "Want me to leave?"

"No." He smiled. "What are you here for?"

I grimaced. "Rose kicked me out, told me to get my butt over here in so many words, and then your cousin made me promise to go shopping tomorrow at exactly ten."

He laughed, obviously amused by my predicament, until I added, "You're coming as well."

He gave me a mocked annoyed look. "Why couldn't you have gotten me out of it? Like a good girlfriend?"

I shrugged. "Selfishness. Now, are you going to leave me out here, or let me in?"

"I don't know," he chuckled. "What might the neighbors think?"

"They're too busy dreaming or watching TV, so let me in," I told him, somewhat disgruntled.

"Alright, alright," he laughed. "Go over to the kitchen door."

I stepped away from the window as he did, and hurried around towards the side door from the kitchen. Edward opened it moments later, and I stepped inside, rubbing my arms even though the coat kept out most of the cold. Edward wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me sweetly, slowly, and I relaxed against him, enjoying myself.

When he pulled away, I smiled. "We have a horrible and long day of shopping ahead of us. We should get some sleep," I told him.

"Alright," he said, and, holding me close to his side, led me down the hall and into his room. He looked at the thin shirt I was wearing; it was a little big in some places for me, since Rosalie was sizably larger than I in the chest area, then walked over to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts, a long sleeved thermal.

"Here. This should keep you warmer."

I thanked him and took it, pulling it on over Rose's shirt, smiling at the scent of him that clung to it, even past the fabric softener. We crawled into his bed, Edward immediately wrapping his arms around me and kissing me just as, if not more so, sweetly as before, for a good couple minutes. I smiled and curled up into his chest, burying my nose into his neck. He chuckled; the sound reverberated through his chest and shook me slightly. He pressed a kiss into my hair.

"Good night, my sweet Bella. Sleep well."

"G'night Edward." I yawned, tightening my arms around him.

I was getting spoiled sleeping in his arms; when school started again, I'd probably have to have him snuck in every night so I could sleep.

Hmmm… how hard would it be to make that happen?

Hope you enjoyed it! I don't think it's my best (and there's not really any Edward/Bella) but still review! let me know what you liked, didn't like, would like to see... etc...