Wow. 160 reviews. That is amazing. Thanks so much. I have decided that I will do the sequel. I've already got the whole plot planned out and I have decided the title which will be 'Too Late'. So when the curtain shall fall on this story, (which should be in about two or three chapters) keep a look out for the sequel. Chapter 25 is starting at Elizabeth's funeral. Review please.

Chapter 25

EPOV

I woke up quite suddenly. It couldn't have been the sunlight streaming through the glass of the back wall of my new bedroom that had woken me so suddenly. I sat up in bed to see Emmet standing over me with a wide grin on his face. I glared at him. Not even a whole day living in the same house as him and he's already trying to irritate me to death.

"Great. You're awake. I thought I might have to hit you again" Emmet said solemnly.

My glare deepened as I realized that Emmet was using violence to wake me up.

"Emmet, if you're here to ask me to make you breakfast then either you get out before I give you permanent brain damage or you just get out" I snapped angrily.

"Naw, man. I've already had breakfast" Emmet stated nonchalantly.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Oh, that." Emmet mumbled.

"Yes, that. I don't know how I'm going to survive living in the same house as you" I groaned exasperatedly.

Emmet just grinned goofily and I glared at him in response

"What?" Emmet said after ten minutes of my glaring.

"What are you doing in here?" I snarled, fed up with his stupidity.

"Oh, well…mom told me to tell you that Elizabeth's funeral will be starting soon so you had better get ready" Emmet mumbled.

I froze. The concept of there even being a funeral had escaped my mind but I mentally goaded myself for not expecting this. A funeral is what generally happens for the deceased after all. Emmet was staring at me warily as though afraid that I might break down into tears any minute. Well, I suppose I couldn't blame Emmet for feeling frightened of that event. I found it impossible myself to picture Emmet faring well on a sentimental scene.

I nodded to let Emmet know that I was fine and that I was going to be down soon. He breathed a sigh of relief and almost ran out of the room. I showered and dressed in an almost zombie like manner, thoughts of the upcoming funeral dominating every thought on my mind. I went downstairs and refused Esme's offer of breakfast feeling fairly certain that if I consumed anything then it would only be to puke it back out again later.

I entered the garage so that Emmet could drive me to the funeral in his jeep. I entered the garage and came to a halt when I saw a sleek, shiny Aston Martin Vanquish sitting in the corner of the garage.

"Whoa. Who in the family owns that car?" I asked Emmet.

Emmet glanced at what I was staring and did an appreciative once over before turning to me with a sly smile as he answered

"You do"

I turned to him incredulously.

"I'm not in the mood for practical jokes, Em." I finally managed.

"Fine, if you don't believe me then you can just ask mom and dad." Emmet shrugged.

"I'm not going to bother your parents for something as stupid as this" I dismissed his suggestion indifferently.

Emmet turned to me with a sheepish smile as he pointed out "They're your parents as well now, you know."

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as I responded awkwardly "I know that. It's just a little hard to accept that…I just need to get used to the idea."

Emmet nodded before he said "I'm not lying though. Mom and dad really did buy you that car."

I raised my eyebrows disbelievingly at him before he shrugged and then bellowed loudly "Hey, mom! Can you come down here for a sec?"

I glared at him. Emmet noticing my glare just said defensively "What?"

I just sighed as Esme hurried into the garage looking worried.

"What is it?" she enquired.

"Isn't it you and dad bought the Aston Martin for Edward?" Emmet demanded.

Esme blushed, before she turned to me to say "I know you would rather we hadn't, Edward. But all of our kids have a car and we didn't think it fair that you shouldn't have one."

I raised an eyebrow as I queried "So to maintain a system of fairness in the house you thought I should get an Aston Martin?"

Esme however, misunderstood my question and answered "Well, Alice has a Porsche and we wanted to spend just as much money on you but we didn't know what you would like. Emmet said that you would be perfectly happy with an Aston Martin"

"It's not that Esme. I love the car but I didn't want you to spend so much money on me" I explained to her.

"Edward, please just accept the car." Esme said wearily as she handed me the car keys.

"But isn't it a little ostentatious?" I questioned.

Esme frowned and agreed "Yes, maybe you would be better of going to the funeral in Emmet's jeep"

I nodded and climbed into Emmet's jeep ignoring his triumphant grin. We rode in silence as Emmet could tell that thoughts of the funeral were already creeping into my mind and polluting my mental peace.

"We're here" Emmet mumbled as he pulled up to a stop.

I was feeling too anxious to retort sardonically to Emmet's observation like I would have done under any other circumstances. Emmet and I walked amongst the crowds searching for Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Bella whilst random strangers approached us, well me to express their sorrow upon my unfortunate loss. Bullshit, none of them with the exception of Esme had ever cared for my mother. Emmet having finally spotted Rosalie and the others, tapped me on the shoulder and mercifully managed to drag me away from the crowds who were telling me how 'sorry they were for my loss'.

Emmet and I found the others. Emmet went to stand beside Rosalie with his arm draped loosely around her waist. I was grateful that they were saving their usual displays of love for later. I shuddered at the mere thought of them going through their usual greeting here at the funeral. I stood beside Bella who smiled gently up at me. We all sat down as the priest began to speak.

"You okay?" Bella whispered, leaning in closer to make sure that no one but me heard her words. I could feel her sweet breath on my neck and for some reason that I could not fathom, her proximity thrilled every nerve cell in my body. Odd.

"I think I'll manage to get through the funeral without any unexpected outbursts." I answered with a small grin in her direction.

Bella smiled slightly in response before leaning in closer to whisper "If you ever need to talk about anything then just know that I'm ready to listen".

I smiled gratefully at her. I thought about the perseverance, loyalty, determination she had shown me in the last couple of weeks. She had proved that there was no one in the world I could trust more than her.

"I know and thank you. For everything." I hoped she heard the sincerity in my voice. She blushed a little before turning to face forwards again.

A hush went through the crowds as the coffin was brought out and I felt a huge lump constrict my air passage. I felt like I was suffocating. It was only when I felt a gentle pressure on my hand that I realized that tears were cascading down my cheeks and that Bella had grabbed hold of my hand and was now squeezing comfortingly.

I turned to her and I saw that she was crying too. I exerted a little pressure of my own into her own hand and I knew that I needed her comfort right now. More than anyone else, I needed to know that Bella was there for me. I could not say why as I had no explanation for this sudden need for her but none of these questions were really dominating my mind when I abruptly placed my head on her shoulder, my hair pressing into the side of her neck. I kept my head on her shoulder, not moving it from there once throughout the rest of the funeral. Bella rubbed soothing circles into my back as I kept my head on her shoulder, my face pressed into her neck.

My mother was gone but somehow I felt more at home here with Bella than I had ever felt with my own mother.

Okay, I know it was short and not much happened but how could I leave out Elizabeth's funeral? I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy this chapter but I can guarantee that the next chapter will be better. Any guesses as to what will happen in there…