A/N: Thank you so much for the great response to the last chapter. So many of you loved their first time. I'm very glad you enjoyed it (almost) as much they did. ;) LOL

As for Renee… So many of you had comments about her allowing Edward & Bella to sleep in the same room. Please remember that this story is fiction, Bella is 18, and Renee is a free spirit. Now, me personally? I wouldn't let my son bring home a girl to spend the night, let alone in his room, even when he's 18. In real life, there are REAL consequences. In fic, sure, there may be consequences, but you know it'll work out regardless.

Now, there's a bit of a time jump here. Sorry you won't see Emmett's reaction to knowing Edward & Bella had sex finally. That's been done, so I didn't feel the need to rehash it. ;) I think you'll like what's here more anyway…at least, I hope you do!

Chapter Twenty-Five

Bella cursed under her breath when her latest coughing fit made her throat, raw and sore from being sick, hurt even more. She took the glass of water from Edward and carefully took a sip before handing it back.

"That's it," Charlie said, slapping his thigh with the newspaper he'd been reading. "No school for you tomorrow. I'll call in the morning and get you excused."

"Dad," Bella croaked, but when she coughed again, she nodded weakly.

Edward squeezed her hand gently under the blanket that was draped over her lap. He knew how much she hated to miss school, not because of school itself, but because it meant less time with him.

"I'll call Jim and see if he can cover for me at work, too. I have to go in for a meeting after lunch, but it shouldn't last long."

It took a moment for Bella to realize what he'd meant. "No, Dad… Go to work. I'll be fine here alone. I'm eighteen, not eight."

Her father looked worried and determined. "Bella, I don't like the idea of you staying home alone while you're feeling this sick. I'll stay home with you."

"But Dad, you can't miss—"

"End of discussion," he interrupted firmly.

Bella opened her mouth to argue that he couldn't miss work, not for a simple cold, but Edward squeezed her hand and shot her a wink where Charlie couldn't see.

"If I may," Edward said aloud. "Chief Swan, my mom knew how bad Bella was feeling and knew that if she didn't feel better by today, you'd keep her home. She offered to either let Bella come to our house while you're at work or to come over and stay with her during the day here at your house if you and Bella would feel more comfortable with that."

"Oh, well, I don't know…" Charlie reached up and stroked his mustache. "I hate to put Mrs. Cullen out like that."

"She thought you'd say that," Edward said with a chuckle, "so she made sure I told you that it's no trouble."

Her father looked at her, and Bella nodded. "Esme would be good. You could go to work; she would be here to keep me company and help me if I needed it… It's a win-win, Dad."

Pulling his cell phone off his belt, Charlie finally nodded, looking over at Edward with a single raised brow.

Bella knew Edward must have read what he wanted in her dad's mind, but he asked, "You want her cell phone number?" At Charlie's nod, he rattled off the number from memory and then smiled down at her.

"Alice saw this coming," he murmured as Charlie began speaking, "so Esme was expecting his call."

Bella chuckled weakly, looking to her father and straining to hear. When that didn't work, she glanced at Edward, who turned so he was facing her and Charlie couldn't see his face.

"She said it's really no trouble. She has some things she can do on her laptop, which she can bring with her, and the two of you can watch movies if you're up to it. She promised that I would bring home any work from your teachers as long as you're out."

Bella nodded as Charlie spoke again.

"Well, if you're sure…" Esme must have said she was, because Charlie nodded once. "All right, then," he agreed. "Bella and I would both appreciate it."

"Dad," Bella interrupted. "Tell her not to come over until mid-morning, as I'm sure I'll sleep late."

Charlie passed along the message and then said, "Thank you again, Mrs. Cullen." His mustache twitched and smiled. "Esme." After a moment, he said, "I'll tell her. Have a good night."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he looked over. "She'll be here at ten o'clock, but she said to call her if you wake up earlier and need her."

Bella nodded. "Thanks, Dad."

~oOo~

Lying in bed that night, Bella shifted to get a little more comfortable. She was wrapped in her quilt, reclining back against Edward's chest so she wasn't lying flat, which made it impossible to breathe well. "I hate that we can't celebrate Valentine's Day tomorrow," she grumbled, sliding her hand into his. "I know we'd only planned to go to Port Angeles, but still…"

She felt Edward's kiss to the top of her head before he spoke. "I'll come over, and we can watch a movie or something. We'll go out when you're feeling better, love, I promise."

"'Kay."

Bella yawned and felt her eyes closing. She tried to keep them open, but sleep quickly pulled her under.

When she woke again, it was still dark out. Her throat was so swollen, her lungs so sore, that breathing hurt.

As if sensing what she needed, Edward reached over and grabbed the glass from her nightstand, handing it to her. "Drink, Little Bird," he said firmly.

Once she'd taken the water from him, he used his hand to smooth her hair back from her face, his cool finger stroking softly down her cheek. He took the glass from her and set it back on the table.

"Thanks," she whispered, holding back tears when just that one word threw her into a coughing fit.

Edward helped her sit up, rubbing her back gently as she tried to get her body to settle. She finally quit coughing and collapsed back against Edward, her breath coming out in wheezing noises that sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room. Only when Edward began humming her song softly in her ear did Bella finally relax enough to fall back asleep.

~oOo~

A week later, Bella wasn't feeling any better. If anything, she was slowly getting worse. Her chest was tight and her throat hurt from all the coughing. Breathing had turned into a chore, where normally, it was second nature. She wheezed all the time, and it actually hurt to breathe because it was such an effort sometimes; in fact, she was short of breath regularly now, especially when she was up and moving around. She'd tried all the over-the-counter medicines, homeopathic remedies—such as steam and salt water rinses—and she was so full of orange juice and chicken soup that she was nearly floating in them. All of that was in addition to the antibiotics Carlisle was pumping her full of, so much that all of the Cullens had admitted that her scent was slightly off.

Edward was nearly out of his mind with worry. She had to fight him daily to go to school, rather than stay home with her. Only the threat of drawing too much attention to his family kept him in the routine of waking up wrapped around Bella, going to school, and then coming right back to her, only leaving again just before Charlie got home, until he was there in her room when she went up to bed. Bella hated to push him out the window in the morning—she could see how wrecked he looked when he had to leave—but she knew it was for the best. She had no doubt that he was thinking back to his own battle with illness nearly a century before, although he hadn't told her that specifically.

When her phone chimed, Bella picked it up, knowing before she even looked at the screen that it was Edward, checking in.

How are you feeling, Little Bird?

She checked the time, figuring out quickly that they were between classes. She quickly texted him back so he wouldn't worry. I'm okay. Esme's making me tea. I may nap after that. We already watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and Godfather.

Good choices, Edward replied, making Bella smile. Get some sleep, love. I'll be over after school. I love you.

Love you, too.

Bella set the phone back on the table and shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position while she waited for Esme and the tea. Bella didn't particularly enjoy the taste, but the steaming liquid felt good on her cough-ravaged throat. Over the last week, Esme had been a God-send for Bella, who could tell she was just as worried as Edward. But Esme was a mother to the core, and she soothed without babying, which was a nice change from Edward and Charlie both, who were treating her with kid gloves. Bella understood why, and she loved them both for it, but having Esme treat her as if she wasn't as fragile as she felt was appreciated. Even Renee was fretting from New York—her mother threatened to make the trip to Forks almost daily, and only Charlie's assurance that Bella was being constantly monitored and that he would call if she got any worse kept Renee from visiting. So yes, Esme's presence was refreshing.

As if she knew Bella was thinking of her, Esme came back into the living room, carrying Bella's mug of tea. "Here, sweetheart. Try this. I added a little more honey this time." She held out the cup, waiting until Bella had gripped it well before letting go.

Taking a tip, Bella waited for the bitterness to hit, but all she tasted was a smooth sweetness. "Mmm. Much better, thanks," she said quietly. She took another sip and then set it on the coffee table in front of her, trying once again to settle in.

Esme frowned. "Can't get comfortable?"

Bella shook her head with a sigh.

Before she could take two breaths, Esme was on the couch beside her and had pulled Bella into her arms. Somehow, she'd even gotten the blanket between them for some padding and a slight barrier against the temperature of her skin, although for Bella, that was part of the draw to being held by Esme: the cool helped to keep her from feeling like she wanted to crawl out of her own skin and it reminded her of Edward, which wasn't a bad thing.

"Better?" Esme asked when Bella had settled.

Bella nodded. "Thanks," she said, her eyes already closing.

She barely heard Esme's response before sleep pulled her under.

~oOo~

"Slow, deep breaths, Little Bird," Edward said softly. "Follow my breaths."

Bella had just come back from the bathroom, and her chest felt like there was a tight band around it that wouldn't ease. She tried to mimic Edward's even breathing, and for a minute, she wasn't sure she'd be able to. Only his hand gently rubbing her back kept her from panicking. After another minute, she was matching him breath for breath, in and out, feeling the tightness in her chest lessen with each second.

"Good girl," he praised, pulling her into his arms and situating her with her back against his chest like they'd been sitting until she'd forced herself up.

It had been almost two weeks of feeling sick, and each day was getting progressively worse. She knew Edward and Charlie both were at the end of their calm. Even Esme was having trouble hiding her worry. Edward had been hinting that it was time to see Carlisle at the hospital, but Bella knew he wanted to run some tests, and she didn't want to have to go through that. Unfortunately, she knew her time was up. Breathing shouldn't be that hard, and it was beginning to scare even her.

"D-Do you think Carlisle has time to see me today?" she asked tentatively.

Edward's relief was immediate. He had his phone out and had dialed almost before she could blink. "He'll make time," he promised aloud as he waited for Carlisle to answer.

Bella listened as the two held a conversation too fast and quiet for her to understand much, aside from her name.

When he hung up the phone, Edward said, "He has some time now, and since I'm technically on lunch right now, I can take you. He's calling Charlie now to have him meet us there. He's going to tell him that Esme ran home to do some things around the house since I was here and taking you in."

Bella sighed. "Okay. I need my shoes, and then I'll be ready, I guess."

Edward helped her into her shoes and then scooped her into his arms, quelling her protest with a look. "Please, love. Let me do this."

She nodded once and lay her head on his shoulder as he carried her out the door, somehow locking it behind them without her even aware that he'd moved a hand.

When they got to the hospital, Charlie was pacing outside the automatic doors. His face was pinched with worry as he took in the sight of her in Edward's arms. "Do you need me to get a wheelchair?"

"No!" Bella protested. "I can walk."

Edward shook his head. "I've got her."

Charlie raised an eyebrow, but nodded and turned to lead the way into the hospital.

The three of them rode the elevator to the second floor, where Carlisle's office was located.

When they walked in, he looked up and smiled, but it was more resigned than happy. "Feeling worse today, Bella?"

Bella nodded tiredly. "I had a lot of trouble catching my breath when I walked upstairs to the bathroom and then back down a few minutes ago."

He nodded once. "I have a feeling I know what's going on, but I want to start off with a chest X-ray to rule out anything more. Are you okay with that?"

She gave him a nod, looking to Charlie, who frowned, but nodded.

"Okay, then Edward knows where it is. Son, take her down the hall and tell them I sent you. They're waiting for her. As soon as she's finished, bring her to the room next door." He pointed to the right as Edward nodded.

Bella struggled to hold her breath as they took the two scans of her chest. The film plate was cold, but aside from the need to cough as she held her breath, there was no discomfort.

It was over within minutes, and Edward had her back in the other room shortly after.

Charlie was seated on a stool on one side of the room, looking worried. "Carlisle went to wait for the scans. He said to get comfortable and he'd be back soon." He looked at Edward, then the clock, and then back to Edward. "Do you need to get back to school?"

Edward shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere, sir," he said firmly, taking Bella's hand.

Bella leaned her head against his arm when he sat down beside her on the hospital bed.

Nodding slowly, Charlie finally said, "Okay. Whatever she needs."

The next half hour was a blur for Bella of two more tests. She'd been relieved when Carlisle told them that nothing unexpected had shown up on the X-rays, but the pulmonary function test he'd run hadn't been fun. He'd had her inhale something which caused her throat to feel like it was swollen and spasming. She'd had to inhale increasing amounts of the aerosol mist before and after the test that measured airflow out of her lungs. Then he'd given her what he'd called a bronchodilator to reverse the effects. She'd felt better almost immediately.

Carlisle sat down on the second stool and rolled it until he was sitting between Bella and Charlie. "Feeling okay, sweetheart?" he asked, looking at Bella.

Bella smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He nodded. "Okay, so I want to talk about the test results."

Squeezing Edward's hand tight, Bella nodded. "'Kay."

"My suspicions were confirmed. Because of how sick you've been getting, you've developed asthma." When Bella just nodded, he continued. "The test measures lung function. When it drops by at least twenty percent, the test is considered positive, meaning asthma is present."

"How much did hers drop?" Charlie asked, coming over to stand beside her and putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Twenty-four percent," Carlisle answered, nodding when Charlie cursed under his breath.

~oOo~

A month after the visit to the hospital, Bella felt like a whole new person. With the asthma under control and a much-stronger antibiotic, she was breathing better, which meant she was sleeping better, as well. Carlisle had given her an anti-inflammatory inhaler to use daily. It had taken a week and a half for it to really work, even though she'd felt better pretty quickly after starting them because of the second inhaler—a bronchodilator—which she used for severe attacks. Because of that one, she'd been able to go back to school the next Monday, which meant she'd only missed two weeks. Because of Edward helping her study and bringing her papers home every day, she'd been able to keep up.

Now she just had to convince Charlie that she was well enough to go away for a week…

~oooOOOooo~

Edward felt his shoulders relax a little as Rose leveled the small private plane off shortly after takeoff. Bella was sitting comfortably beside him and was already looking out the window. It had been a small battle with her father to allow her to go with them, but now she, Edward, and his family were all heading to Isle Esme, the small island Carlisle had bought his wife decades before, about twenty-five miles south of the island of Kauai, in Hawaii. Charlie hadn't wanted to let her go, since she'd only been feeling better for a few weeks.

"No way," Charlie grunted immediately, shaking his head. "You only just started feeling better, Bells. I don't want you going that far."

Bella sighed, soft enough that the sound didn't even register to Charlie, although Edward heard it loud and clear. "Dad, I've felt better for almost three weeks. The inhalers are working. Carlisle said I'm perfectly fine to travel, especially since I'll have a doctor with me twenty-four-seven."

Edward was quiet, letting Bella do the arguing as he listened to Charlie's thoughts. He was clearly worried about Bella, which Edward understood, but he hated to have to tell her no.

"Bella…" Charlie shifted in his chair and reached up to rake his hand through his hair. "Hawaii is so far away. What if you…" He shook his head again. "What if you get sick again while you're there?"

Bella reached across the table and put her hand on her father's arm. "Carlisle will be with me. We'll have access to a hospital—not that I think we'll need it," she hurried to add.

After a minute, Charlie looked at Edward. "Your father really thinks Bella's okay to travel that far?"

Nodding, Edward said, "He would've been the first to tell her no if he thought otherwise, sir. My parents would've canceled our family's trip and done something else for spring break if Bella couldn't go."

Charlie was quiet again, looking for a moment like he was twenty years older than he really was, before he finally nodded once. "Okay," he said gruffly. "But I want to hear from you every couple of days, and if you get even one sniffle or sore throat, I want you on the first plane home." Glaring at Edward, he said, "I'm holding you responsible for my daughter's well-being, son. Do you understand?"

Edward had been sincere when he'd nodded and told Charlie he understood. He certainly understood Charlie was coming from. Bella had been so sick, and he'd been almost out of his mind with worry.

She was better now—the infection was gone, and the inhalers were keeping her asthma under control—but she couldn't go through that again. He couldn't go through that again. For two weeks, he'd been reminded daily of watching his father grow ill, dying a painful death from the Spanish Influenza that, soon after, had taken his mother and, ultimately, Edward himself.

No, Bella couldn't get that sick again. He would change her before he let that happen. As it was, he'd had to hold himself back from doing just that the day they'd ended up at the hospital. Only Bella's father, the attention it would bring if she disappeared, and Carlisle's diagnosis of asthma had kept him from begging Bella to let him make her like him: immortal, yet more importantly, whole and healthy.

She was infinitely more precious to him than all the money and jewels in the world. Whatever he had to do to keep her from ending up like his parents, he would do.

Bella squeezed his hand. "You okay? You look…upset."

Edward smiled, shaking his head. "Not upset. Just happy that you're here with me and that we're about to have a week to enjoy ourselves."

She laid her head on his shoulder. "No you having to rush off when I wake up so you aren't caught in my room by Charlie. All the time we want by ourselves, no interruptions…" She glanced around the plane and then corrected herself. "Well, hopefully not," she said, grinning.

Edward growled low as Emmett's thoughts gave away his plans to pop up unexpectedly.

Kidding, kidding! he said from the cockpit of the plane. Hopefully Rose will keep me too busy…

When his brother's thoughts shifted to just how Rose would occupy his time, Edward blocked him out and kissed the top of Bella's head. "They'll behave themselves," he told her. "The island has the main house, as well as three smaller cabins, remember. We'll stay in one of the cabins so you'll have plenty of quiet to sleep. They'll all leave us be unless there's an emergency, I promise," he said pointedly to his siblings.

"I want to spend time with them, too," Bella said quickly, sitting up and glancing at everyone.

His family was giving them as much privacy as they could, so no one responded, even though their thoughts were pleased at her declaration. Even Rose and Emmett in the front of the plane could hear her and were happy and already thinking of what they wanted to do over the course of the week.

"I know, love," Edward assured her. "And they know that, as well. They're looking forward to showing you the island, just as much as I am. We'll have plenty of time alone and with the family, I promise."

She nodded and settled back against his shoulder. "Good."

Bella napped for the first hour and a half of the flight. They'd left so early—just before six in the morning—that she'd still been tired. Edward spent that time watching her sleep and trying to block out his family's minds in order to have some peace and quiet of his own. He couldn't wait to be on the island, just the two of them in the cabin by themselves. They'd be far enough from his family that ignoring them would be easier. That would be good for not only Edward himself, but the six of them, as well, as they rarely got a break from his mind reading.

When Bella stirred and looked up at him, Edward smiled.

"Have a good nap?"

She sat up. "Yeah. Sorry," she laughed, wiping away the tiny bit of drool that had gathered on her lower lip.

Edward smiled. "You're fine. What's a little drool between mates, hmm?" he teased.

Bella's cheeks flushed, and he couldn't help but brush the back of his fingers down her soft skin, feeling the warmth under his touch.

"Where are we?" she asked, peeking out the window. "How long was I out?"

"We're just getting ready to fly over San Francisco," Edward answered. "If you keep an eye out the window, you might see the Golden Gate Bridge. It's less cloudy than normal."

Bella grinned and immediately turned to the window. "Oh! There it is," she said excitedly a couple of minutes later. "I've never seen it in person. That's so cool."

"We'll have to go sometime," Edward promised, smiling when Bella whipped her head around to look at him. "We can walk across it."

She nodded and then turned back to the window, watching as the city raced by beneath them.

A couple of minutes later, Emmett's loud voice carried throughout the plane. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing shortly to refuel at Half Moon Bay Airport. As we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright positions. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. Thank you."

As Alice rolled her eyes, Bella and Jasper laughed.

"He has way too much fun doing that, doesn't he?" Bella asked, giggling once more.

Edward grinned, shaking his head as his brother's thoughts from the cockpit expressed how happy he was to hear Bella's laugh.

It didn't take long to refill the plane's fuel, and Edward waited in his seat while Bella took the time to use the bathroom before making her way back to him.

"How long from here until the island?" she asked after sitting back down and buckling the seat belt.

"About five and half…maybe six hours, depending on wind."

She nodded and looked out the window of the plane until Emmett announced that they were ready to take off again.

For two hours, they played every travel game either of them could think of, including hangman, tic-tac-toe, and dots, although Bella complained about the last one because Edward could visualize the moves that would work best using his "vampire brain," according to her.

When they finished their latest game of hangman, Alice walked over, waving a bottle of light pink nail polish. "Bel-la," she sang, grinning. "Edward, go…do something. I want to paint Bella's nails."

Edward looked at Bella, who smiled. "Do you mind? I didn't have a chance to do them yesterday."

He shook his head. "No, that's fine. I'll go talk to Carlisle. Have fun, and don't hesitate to tell her no," he said, narrowly avoiding Alice's hand as she reached out to smack his shoulder.

After kissing Bella softly, he stood and let Alice have his seat as he walked over to Carlisle, who was reading a medical journal as Esme flipped through a home décor magazine.

"Do you have a minute?" Edward asked quietly, looking back at Bella, who was already engrossed in conversation with Alice.

As if she sensed his attention, she looked up and smiled before turning back to Alice.

Edward looked back at Carlisle, who was studying him.

"Of course," Carlisle said. Is everything okay, son?

Nodding, Edward kept his voice low as he said, "It's fine. I wanted to talk about Bella."

Carlisle nodded slowly. "Okay."

After taking the empty seat beside Carlisle, Edward took a deep breath and let it out slowly before jumping right in and telling him exactly what he'd been thinking at the beginning of the flight. "What happened with Bella before… What she went through… It can't happen again, Carlisle," he said firmly. "I was just as afraid that I would lose her then as I was that day when I found her in the rubble. She was so close to…" He cut himself off, unable to say the words, let alone think them. "I don't understand why this keeps happening to Bella, of all people. Hasn't she been through enough?" He gripped his hair, frustrated.

"You know as well as I do, Edward, that bad things happen to good people all too often," Carlisle said, sounding resigned. "As to why it's happening to Bella… You've read the studies. Rescue workers and clean-up crews—those exposed to World Trade Center-related dust were more likely to develop respiratory symptoms, asthma," he said pointedly, "sinus, and lung problems. They began noticing it just a few months after, and it was highest in the first sixteen months, but even now, over three years later, cases are still being linked to the aftermath of the attack."

Edward tugged his hair harder as he surreptitiously watched Bella from under lowered lashes. She was giggling with Alice about something that had happened at school before the break. She looked healthy and happy, nothing at all like the young woman who'd seemed to be on her deathbed a month before.

"I know," he finally said, shaking his head. "And there's cancer to be worried about, too. I know there's no proof yet, but there are already studies being conducted…" He turned to face Carlisle and said firmly, "I can't—I won't let that happen to Bella. If she gets that sick again, I will change her."

Carlisle nodded slowly. "She wants to be changed?"

"Yes," Edward said, "although I know she would prefer to wait until she's had at least a year of college under her belt. She's worried about what it will do to her parents to lose her—" he paused, his long-dead heart feeling like it would explode "—but if I lose her, I don't know…"

Carlisle squeezed his shoulder. "I know, son. Believe me," he said, glancing over at Esme, "I know."

Esme was deliberately staying quiet, Edward knew, giving him the time to speak to Carlisle. But her thoughts were kind and loving. He smiled gratefully at her and then turned to look back at Bella. The pull to go to her was so strong, he could almost feel it tugging him away.

"Go, son," Esme said softly, and when he looked back at her, a sweet, maternal smile graced her face. "She's feeling it as much as you are, I promise."

She is, Ed, Jasper confirmed in his thoughts without looking up at him. Love and happiness are radiating from her, but the longer you stay away, the more anxious she gets.

Edward projected his thankfulness to Jasper before saying aloud to Carlisle, "Thank you for letting me vent."

Carlisle smiled. "Anytime, Edward. You know that."

Taking a deep breath, Edward nodded again and then stood to quickly make his way over to Bella, sitting near her and Alice, but not kicking his sister out of his seat so they could finish Bella's nails. Just being close enough to touch if he wanted to ease his fears…for the moment, anyway.

A/N: So…Bella's developed asthma. According to studies, that's fairly common for rescue workers and the like from 9/11. :( My medical knowledge comes from Google, WebMD, etc…so if I got anything wrong, please don't feel you have to pass that information along. ;) Remember, this story is fiction. I try to be as accurate as possible when I feel it's warranted and when I can be, but I'm so not sweating the details on stuff like this. :)

Now, another thing I made up was where Isle Esme is located. In canon, it's just off the coast of Brazil. I wanted it much closer to home in this one, simply for Charlie's peace of mind. That's why in the vicinity of the Hawaiian Islands worked well. I know. Some of you are probably saying, "But that's too sunny!" So is Brazil. ;) They're 25 miles from the nearest island, so no one will see them, and if by chance a plane or ship comes close enough to, they'll know and be able to hide. You can check out my site or Facebook for a pic of where I put it on the map. Links are on my profile!

Given all that, I hope you enjoyed! Please, leave me some love, and then come back Sunday for another chapter! Mwah! – Jen