Once we got back to the house, we walked in. Edward still hadn't talked at all, and I was starting to get more worried about him. He wouldn't even look at me, but I was happy at least when he would hold my hand. It was the best thing at least for now.

The others went to the living room while I made Edward come with me to the kitchen. I started making some homemade pizza before I turned to Edward. He still hasn't talked to me, and he wouldn't look at me. I walked towards where he sat and kneeled before him. He still wouldn't look at me.

"Edward," I whispered. He made no movement. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. I took my hand to his chin and made him look at me. "What's wrong, Edward?" He didn't talk. "I want to know what's wrong, so could you tell me?"

"It's all my fault," he sighed as he shook his head. I just looked at him in confusion. He sighed again as he closed his eyes in frustration. "If I wasn't close to you at all, then Lauren wouldn't have done that to you at all. It was my fault in the first place."

"Is that what you believe," I questioned. He nodded. "You're wrong then, Edward Cullen. You did nothing wrong. It wasn't your fault at all. It was Lauren Mallory's fault that this happened. It would be my fault more than yours, Edward." He opened his eyes, fury burning into them.

"That is not true," Edward hissed. "If I hadn't even decided to sit by you and want to protect you, then you wouldn't have to deal with this." He touched my bruises as I tried not to flinch. He caught the effort though as he withdrew his hand. "If I hadn't known about you, then you wouldn't have even had to meet Lauren. If I hadn't loved you from the first moment that I saw you as you ran up those stairs, then you wouldn't be in the situation that you are in now." I kissed him before he could banter on even more. I couldn't believe that he admitted that he loved me. The only problem was, was I feeling the same for him? What was I feeling because it felt like it was more than a crush, but I've never had this feeling before, so I wasn't sure.

"Edward," I whispered after I pulled away. "I don't want to lose you because of a stupid thing like Lauren and these bruises that I have on my face. It isn't your fault that I have them at all, and it's technically not my fault either. I don't want you to think that it is your fault because…" I hesitated before I made my decision. I looked straight into his eyes, I said, "I love you." He kissed me with so much furiousness that I would have fell on the floor if he wasn't supporting me. After a couple minutes of kisses, the oven buzzard went off. I pulled away reluctantly to go get the pizza out of the oven. I felt Edward's body press against my back as I started cutting the pizza into squares. He put his arms around my waist.

"You love me," he questioned.

"I love you, Edward Cullen," I answered. He kissed my neck gingerly, and it started to get hard to concentrate. I tried to pay as much of attention to cutting the pizza.

I was half way done while Edward was still kissing my neck when we heard Emmett yell, "Food!" He came running into the kitchen seconds later. "None of that," he grumbled as he got a plate out for himself. Edward stopped kissing my neck. Emmett tried to take a piece of pizza, but I hit his hand. "Ow. What was that for?"

"That was for trying to take the food before I was ready," I replied as I went back to cutting. He didn't try again until I was finished, then he took a fourth of the pizza. "There are other people that are in this house, Emmett."

"I'm hungry," he replied simply as he walked back to the living room. Everyone got their portion, and I waited for them. Edward waited also. After everyone left, I was still waiting for Edward to take his food, but he didn't move.

"Aren't you going to have something," I questioned. He nodded.

"After you," he answered.

"Edward, I can fix something up for myself if I have to," I replied. "Go ahead and take the last pieces."

"Are you sure," he questioned. I nodded. He went to it while I took out a box of mac and cheese. He looked at me quizzically.

"It's my favorite," I replied as I started boiling some water in a pan. He just shrugged and sat at the table to eat while he watched me. After the water was boiled, I put the macaroni in it and I took some hot dogs out of the fridge. I put them into the microwave. I quickly stirred the noddles, and made sure that they didn't stick to the bottom. After the hotdogs were done, I got them out and started to cut them up into little bits. After the macaroni was done, I strained it and put it back into the pan. I then added the ingredients needed and put the hotdogs into the mix as well. After that, I put some into a bowl and went to sit down. I noticed that Edward was done. "Are you still hungry?" He shook his head and pulled me into his lap. I started eating.

"That's a strange mix that you've got there," he murmured as he watched me eat. He laid his chin on my shoulder.

"It's good," I replied. "Do you want to try some?"

"Why not," he shrugged. I gathered some from my bowl and gave him a spoonful. He chewed it slowly as I watched for his reaction.

"It's actually not that bad," he shrugged. I then continued eating. The others came into the room then and put their dishes into the sink.

"You didn't get any pizza, Bells," Emmett questioned. I shook my head and shrugged.

"Well someone took most of the people," I replied. He looked down in fake shame. "It's not like I'm going to name any names, Emmett." I emphasized it. The others laughed at my joke. Emmett stuck his tongue out and I kept eating. "Besides, I got something better."

"That is true," Emmett stated as he eyed my macaroni and cheese.

"Back off," I growled. "It's mine." The others rawred with laughter while Emmett walked out of the kitchen. I was enjoying life, and I hoped it stayed like this forever. Who ever knew that was going to happen in the future though?