I just couldn't stop writing! These two are making getting these chapters out a piece of cake!

Huge thanks to Sandy, who didn't kill me for what I did.

Melanie made things work and added commas, which I apparently, am allergic to.

Ready?


Bell sat between Esme and Rose on the hard waiting room chairs. This was the second time in a week she had been in the hospital, although she would have rather been the patient, than the anxious family member waiting for an update. Alice had been whisked through the emergency room door nearly three hours ago. Thankfully Edward had been allowed to accompany her, since everyone knew him. He had come out once to give them an update, but other than that it had been quiet.

"I don't know what I'll do if something happens to her. She is the light of my life," Esme whispered quietly. Bell, while not usually one for displays of affection, pulled the older woman into her arms.

"Glasses will take care of her, don't worry," Bell soothed, meeting Rose's anxious gaze over top of Esme's head.

*()*()*

"We've got epilepsy waves on the EEG, Dr. Cullen. From the way you described the event, I'm pretty sure we're talking about a tonic-clonic seizure. I'll want to run a chem panel and get a few more scans, but I'm pretty confident in my diagnosis," Dr. Newton said sadly, trying to break the news to Edward as gently as possible. While the condition was treatable, it was not what they were hoping to hear.

Edward made sure Alice was resting comfortably before he ventured out into the waiting room. He was surprised to see that Bell and Emmett were both still sitting with his family. When he saw his mother wrapped in Bell's comforting embrace, he felt tears sting his eyes. He had hoped that his family would accept and love Bell, but it seemed that she had fallen just as hard for them.

The second Bell saw Edward standing in the doorway, she released Esme and jumped up, sprinting toward him. Her emotions, which she had managed to keep locked down while comforting Esme, suddenly flared to the surface. She wrapped herself around Edward, unashamed at the show of weakness.

"She's okay," he rasped, raising his voice so his anxious family could hear him as well. "She has a form of epilepsy. It's treatable with medication but we are going to have to make some changes and be a lot more careful."

Esme buried her face in Carlisle chest, while Rose took comfort in Emmet's strong arms.

Everything would be okay. Edward refused to have it any other way.

*()*()*

"Are you sure you're okay coming home with me? Wouldn't you rather be home with Alice?"

Edward's fists tightened on the steering wheel at Bell's quiet question. Alice had been released from the hospital and his parents were anxious to get her home and settled. He knew she was in good hands.

"I want to be with you," he snapped, his patience running low. He had been trapped in the hospital, unable to help, feeling useless while his little sister was attached to monitors and tubes and wires. Now he needed to take control of something…anything.

And that something was going to be Bell.

Slamming the car to a stop outside of the front door, Edward killed the engine and bolted from the car. Yanking open Bell's door, he reached down and pulled her into his arms. Bell didn't resist as she let Edward carry her into her little cottage, trusting that no matter how out of control he got, he wouldn't hurt her.

Edward didn't stop as he kicked the door closed behind him and stalked down the hall to Bell's bedroom. Once he was next to the bed, he released her, watching as her body dropped onto the mattress, bouncing once before she settled.

"Get undressed," he ordered, his voice deeper than she had ever heard it. While she struggled to get her black button down and jeans off, she watched Edward strip. His tie, which he had loosened at some point, was yanked up over his head and tossed carelessly to the side. Shoes were kicked off, thumping against her dresser and the wall before they skidded beneath the bed. He didn't even bother unbuttoning his shirt, just pulled it over his head, snagging his hair in the process. Pants and boxer briefs came sliding down his legs in one motion and then…he came at her.

Already aroused by his dominant behavior, Bell reached for him the moment he was close enough, but he batted her hands away.

"Get on your knees." Bell felt a shiver of pure lust course through her at his tone. Goddamn…who was this man and what had he done with her Glasses? Moving slowly, and making sure to give him a good show as she did it, Bell shifted onto her side and then pushed to her knees. The low growl that erupted from Edward's chest told her he did, indeed enjoy her drawn-out movements.

Kneeling on the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, Bell jumped when she felt Edward's hand gently stroke her hip. Moving over the lines of ink, his fingers caressed her, a perfect counterpoint to the soft growls that continued to pump out of him. She felt him moving behind her, but closed her eyes, submitting to the pleasure she found in his touch.

Splaying both hands across Bell's soft belly, Edward flattened his body against her back. His erection found a comfortable home between her firm thighs, the proof of her arousal covering him. She fit perfectly against him, his chin resting on her shoulder, allowing him to look down at her pink-tipped, silver adorned breasts. Edward's lips ran along the slim line of her throat, sucking at her skin as if he was trying to mark her as his. Slowly bending forward, he forced Bell down to her hands, the tip of his cock naturally finding her entrance as her body shifted. Keeping his chest pressed to her back, one hand steadied himself on the mattress while the other slid up to settle between her breasts.

"I love you," Edward snarled as he pushed his way inside her. Bell arched back, her cheek pressing against his as she absorbed the absolute perfection of having Edward's thick shaft where she needed him.

"I love…you too," Bell panted, allowing her eyes to slip closed as Edward took command of their lovemaking. His fingers found her nipple, pinching and tugging at the silver jewelry. The overwhelming joy coursing through her had Bell at the crest of an orgasm already, her body unable to hold back. Edward held her tightly as she came, reveling in the way her body arched and rolled. When she stilled, he pulled out of her and pushed her onto her back, needing desperately to see her face when he came. He froze when he saw tears in her eyes.

"Bell?" he rasped, his throbbing erection forgotten as he knelt between her spread thighs and took her face in his palms.

"No…they're happy tears. I'm just…fuck, Glasses. I love you so fucking much," she sobbed quietly, reaching up to swat away her tears. Edward chuckled quietly, realizing only Bell could turn a confession of love into a phrase not safe for children's ears.

Pressing his lips to hers, Edward took her once more, the slip and slide of their bodies like a gentle lullaby. And when he finally came, spilling into her and making her his once more, there were tears in his eyes, too.

*()*()*

"Bell, are you sure about this?" Emmett asked, his hands and upper lip covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled to load the heavy carrier into the back of his jeep.

"Jesus fuck, Em. When did Rose actually remove your balls? Did you at least get to try them before she mounted them on her wall, or are you still in possession of your V-card?" Bell bitched, grunting as she lifted the back end of the crate.

Three months had passed since Alice's first seizure, but unfortunately due to a heart condition, she had been unable to take the medication that would help control her episodes. Esme and Rose had been driving themselves crazy, not letting Alice out of their sight for fear that she might have a seizure while she was alone and hurt herself. The episodes on their own weren't the problem, but if she had one while in the tub, walking down the stairs, or while by herself, they could be fatal.

Bell had tried to talk them into getting Alice a nurse to help with the day to day care, but Esme refused. The problem was, Esme, the once vivacious woman, was slowly fading away. All she did was watch Alice. She wasn't living anymore.

But Bell hoped she had the answer to all of their problems.

"Did you talk to Edward about this?" Emmett asked, slamming the back gate shut and lumbering around to the driver's side door. Bell hopped into the passenger seat and ignored Emmett, instead looking back at their cargo. "You didn't, did you? I thought you two talked about everything?"

Bell tried to disregard Emmett's little jab. Keeping this secret from Edward had been terribly difficult, especially since he was over at her house, in her bed, nearly every night. His clothes were beside hers in the dresser and his blue toothbrush sat in the cup next to hers. But she didn't want him to try and change her mind. She knew once he saw just how good it would be, he would be forced to agree.

*()*()*

"Bell and Emmett are here!" Alice squealed, jumping off the back of the couch and sprinting toward the door. Bell had called the house earlier to make sure everyone would be home because she was bringing over a surprise. Esme followed closely after Alice, her skin pale and her lips chewed raw from stress. The woman's usual perfect appearance had fallen by the wayside and today she was dressed in sweats and one of Carlisle's t-shirts. She looked like shit.

Bell hopped out of the car and hugged Alice, swinging her around just so she could hear her laugh. Esme looked on, a nervous look on her face. After setting the girl back on her feet, Bell made sure that everyone else had come outside as well. Carlisle and Rose stood, leaning on the porch railing, while Edward came over and stood next to Bell, a questioning look on his face.

"Okay…shit needs to change. I can't stand coming over here and seeing you look like you should be on 'What not to Wear'," Bell said, pointing a finger at Rose and then Esme. "You look like roadkill. So I kinda…well, you'll see."

Motioning to Emmett, Bell moved aside so he could open the gate and spring the latch on the carrier inside. The puffy ball of fur jumped out of the jeep and ran straight toward Alice. Esme screamed and tried to get in front of the dog, but she was too late. Squeals of laughter and joy erupted from the little girl as the dog gently tackled her to the ground. As Alice snuggled and played with the dog, all eyes turned to Bell.

"So…um, my Thesis Advisor is actually a seizure dog trainer. His son suffers from atonic seizures and they couldn't leave him alone for a second for fear that he would drop and really hurt himself. They were visiting friends who had a poodle and the dog actually sensed the seizure before he had one and barked to alert the parents. Not all dogs can sense that a seizure is coming, but this one can and has been specially trained to not only bark an alert if he senses Alice is going to have a seizure, but to also cushion her body and make sure she doesn't hurt herself."

As Bell stopped talking, everything was silent with the exception of Alice's echoing giggles. Esme slowly walked toward her, her hands fisted tightly at her sides. Unsure what Esme was doing, Bell looked around at the others, noticing that Rose was crying quietly in Emmett's arms and Carlisle was watching Alice and the dog with a look of joy on his face. Edward stood behind her, a comforting presence as his mother approached.

"Bell…I can't even..." Esme cleared her throat and shook her head as she continued. "I can't thank you enough. You are the kindest, most thoughtful, loveliest person I have ever had the pleasure to meet. And if I don't give you a hug right now I may burst."

Bell sniffled as Esme yanked her into her arms, giving the kind of hug only a mother could. Edward threaded his fingers through Bell's hair, showing his devotion and support silently.

"What's his name?" Alice asked, finally coming up for air. The dog sat next to her, his curly apricot colored fur covering his eyes.

"His name is Jasper and he's all yours," Bell said, reaching over to pet the dog on the head. He relished in the attention, his long, pink tongue peeking out from the side of his muzzle. As Alice and the rest of the family took Jasper inside to show him around, Edward grabbed onto Bell's hand and pulled her back into his arms. She looked up at him, knowing she was about to get scolded.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" he asked, a bit of hurt in his tone.

"I worried that your analytical brain might try and find fault with it. But I knew once you saw the dog with Alice you wouldn't be able to deny that he belonged with her," Bell said shyly, ducking her head to hide her blush. With Edward to fight some of her battles now, she had found she enjoyed exploring her feminine side, which included her new love of dresses, high heels and blushing like a tomato.

"You know me so well," he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "But never again. No keeping secrets from me."

"I promise," Bell said, crossing her heart in a dramatic motion.

If she only knew how soon she would break that promise.


Jeez…ominous much?

I did very little research on the seizure condition and seizure dogs. Bad Kitkat...bad. So forgive any errors.

Maybe three more chapters left of this bad boy.

I haz a sad about that