Twilight is not mine. Never will be mine. Ever. *WAAAH!* David, Lizzie and Marie are mine in a literary sense. Ren, too.

I do apologize with the sporadic updates with this one. I struggle with this story and finding the momentum is tough. With that being said, please be patient with me on this one. I do intend to finish it. It'll probably take time. I'm hoping to be finished with this by Christmas-time. I've planned out the remainder of the story. We're getting closer to the climax, folks. Originally, I had planned this to be roughly thirty chapters, plus an epi, but I've combined chapters and whatnot. It may turn out to be less than thirty.

Now, I'm thinking that we may have one more real chapter, then the epilogue. I'm changing my story plan, slightly. Dr. and Mrs. Masen will get their HEA, I promise. It's just gonna be different, kids. A sneak preview…fast forward in time to Christmas Ball and some new bling will be dispensed.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Time Heals All Wounds

BPOV

I was getting ready to be released from the hospital two days later. The orthopedic surgeon had to go in and make some minor corrections to the pins in my arm because I was complaining of shooting pains radiating up and down my hand. The pins were too close to my already frayed nerves and they needed to be readjusted. I had a long recovery for my arm ahead of me, along with the emotional fallout.

My children were clingy and needy, wanting to be almost inside of me. However, my injuries prevented them from getting too close. In addition to my broken arm, I had several fissures in my ribs and numerous sets of stitches on my legs, torso and head from the shattered glass from the car accident. The girls, thankfully, had no lasting physical effects from our ordeal. Unfortunately, they were in desperate need of therapy from the atrocities that Mike and Renee subjected us to. Dr. Marcus volunteered to work with all of our children, coming out to the house because the kids were afraid of getting into a car and being kidnapped.

Edward was still walking on egg shells around me. His entire being was fraught with guilt and pain. He apologized to me over and over again, begging for forgiveness. He felt awful for saying what he did to me. For the most part, I forgive him. But, there is that niggling voice in the back of my head that if he said it in anger, does he have those feelings in his heart? So, I've been distant with my husband. I've been grateful for all of the help he's done for me in taking care of me, washing my hair, helping me in the bathroom and just being my go-fer, but I was fearful that he was only doing that out of obligation to squash the guilt he felt. Not because he loved me.

And that, my dear friends, is why I needed to talk to someone. Yes, I was dealing with the turmoil of my abduction and the nightmares that followed it, but it was lack of faith in my husband's seemingly loving gestures and fear that he was not doing it because he loved me but out of guilt.

I sound so petty and childish, but I cannot shake that feeling.

"Are you ready to go home, Bella?" asked Ren.

"You have no idea," I deadpanned. "I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to take a bath in my own tub. It's not like I don't love being here…"

"Bella, I get it. Working here is one thing. When you're a patient? It sucks," he snickered. "Anyhow, Dr. Shapiro and Edward are talking about his leave."

"Ren, be honest, how's the board taking Edward's leave of absence?" I asked.

"Felix was not happy when Edward called up the hospital after you were taken. He was ready to hire Dr. Shapiro permanently. However, it was Edward's dad, Dr. Snow and a whole slew of doctors and nurses who rallied behind him. Edward is well-loved in the hospital. He's a fair leader and his dream for the hospital is amazing. The board, ironically enough, voted Felix out and encouraged Carlisle to take his place," Ren laughed. "Carlisle is starting in August as the chairman of the board. I think Esme is overjoyed, really." Ren sat down and he removed my IV. "I know that there's rumors that Edward is thinking about opening a private practice."

"I don't know, Ren. We've got several months before we make that decision," I shrugged. "We've both got a lot of healing to deal with. I just want to know what the board said."

"One of the women, Jane, who acted as the secretary, said that we'd be stupid to not give Edward this time to be with his family. We can't lose him," Ren replied. "The staff agrees. Like I said, he's an amazing chief and I personally don't want to see him go."

"How's Dr. Shapiro doing?"

"Fine. He's pretty much doing what Edward wanted since he knows that's in this role temporarily," Ren shrugged. "It's like when you have a substitute teacher. You know? You can't make any changes since it's not your classroom, but you're in charge and are responsible for the decisions you make. It's an awkward position."

I nodded, antsy and eager to get home.

"You look like you're about to burst. Do you need help?" Ren asked.

"I'd rather wait for Edward," I blushed.

Ren smiled. "He shouldn't be much longer. He just asked me to keep you company while he finished signing the paperwork with Dr. Shapiro."

"If you're willing, can you pull out my overnight bag from the closet?" I asked. "I've got some clothes in there. I can at least take them out." Ren hopped up, grabbing my small duffel. I poked inside, grabbing a pair of yoga pants, a tank top and sweater. Ren adjusted my sling across my chest once I was done, placing the bag onto the chair he was sitting in. As he was doing that, Edward strolled in, carrying a folder of paperwork.

"Thanks for keeping my girl company," Edward smiled. He still looked tired and frazzled but he had cleaned up, shaving his beard and getting a haircut. His eyes were still troubled, but Edward looked a little better.

"We were just chatting about Dr. Shapiro and how the staff rallied behind you," Ren said. "I'll let you guys go. Give me a call, Bella. We should go out to lunch at some point."

"Let me check with my warden and I'll let you know," I chuckled, tugging on Edward's shirt. My husband tried to smile, but it was tight. Ren must have noticed the shift in tension in the room. He said goodbye once more and ducked out, closing the door behind him.

"You ready to go home?" Edward asked, his voice flat and his eyes swirling with something. I couldn't pinpoint the emotion.

"I am but tell me what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied, attempting sound normal.

"You're lying. Edward, why are you lying?" I snapped.

"Because, I'm not your warden," he said, glaring at me. "Excuse me for wanting to ensure your safety. Bella, I almost lost you and I cannot go through that anguish and anxiety again!"

"You can't lock me in an ivory tower, either," I said.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and counting almost silently. It was a technique that he learned at his first anger management class. Taking another calming breath, he opened his eyes. They were not as tumultuous. "I know, Bella. I'm sorry. I'm riddled with anxiety that something is going to happen to you or to the kids. The biggest threat is gone with Mike and Renee."

"We're all battling with the after-effects of this whole ordeal, Edward. I made a poor joke. I'm sorry that I made you feel like you were keeping me under lock and key," I frowned.

"It's not like you can drive anyway," Edward said, pointing to my sling. "But, I'm scared. I haven't felt this out of control since Tanya's death. I hate it. I want to go back in time and make everything right. I want to take back those awful words. I want to fix us!" He sat down in the recliner next to my bed, thrusting his hands into his hair.

"We're in agreement with everything you said, Edward," I whispered. "But it's not going to happen overnight. It's going to take time. In addition to trying to fix us, we have to fix our babies. We also have to get me able to have a functioning right arm. We have to get over this fear. The threat of Mike and Renee are gone, Edward."

"But there's the threat of us falling apart that is terrifying me," he said in such a small voice that my heart shattered. "And it would be all my fault."

"If you keep saying shit like that, you're going to ensure that happening, Edward. Ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy?"

"Yeah. I'm trying, Bella. But I see how you're pulling away from me and it hurts," he said, his green eyes filling with tears.

"Do you want to know why?" I asked. He solemnly nodded. "You said those things about how I may turn into my crazy, lunatic, psychotic mother in anger. If you said them in the heat of the moment, how do I know? What assurance do I have that you don't believe that?"

"Bella, I don't believe that. Not for a fraction of a second. Everything was imploding around me and I lashed out. You're an amazing, beautiful, loving and wonderful woman. I'm lucky that you are with me and that I get to share my life with you, Bella. I was an absolute fool for saying that in the first place, but it was stemmed in anger, fear and desperation. Like I said, if I could take it back, I would. I wish I had never said those horrible things to you because you're not like Renee. Not in the slightest."

"Edward, I've forgiven you but it's going to take time for me to get over this," I said, reaching for his hand. "We need help. This is not something we can do on our own because we'll just talk in circles. Once I'm healthy enough, we can start going to couple's counseling. Okay?"

"Until then, are we going to continue along these lines?" he asked miserably.

"No, Edward. We're not. We have to work on some of this stuff on our own. I love you, baby but I'm…hurt by your words from before. Trust takes years to build, seconds to break and forever to repair. Your words broke my trust in you, at least your loyalty to me," I muttered.

"I'll work forever to make it better, Bella. I swear," he cried. "Don't give up on us."

"I'm not, but I'm asking for patience from you," I said, my own heart clenching. "Now, I'd like to go home to see our babies. Can you help me get dressed?"

Edward nodded, still very broken from our conversation. Carefully, he helped me into my clothes and reattached my sling to my body. It wasn't until I saw two wet spots on my jacket that I noticed that Edward, my Edward was sobbing silently. His handsome face was screwed up in a painful grimace. With as much strength as I could, I pulled him into my arms, erm, arm. "Edward, please don't cry. I'm sorry…" I sniffled, my own tears trailing down my face.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and sobbed openly. "I want to make this right, Bella. My beautiful girl," he cried. He held me so tightly that my arm, which was crushed between us, was beginning to ache. "I'm so sorry."

"I know, baby," I cooed, massaging his neck. I wriggled a little bit and he loosened his hold on me. "Look at me, Edward." He did, begrudgingly. "After today, no more apologies. I know you're sorry. I'm sorry, too. We both made mistakes. We also both need time to heal. You were traumatized as much, if not more than me and the girls."

"Unlikely," he snorted humorlessly.

"Seriously, Edward. You had to be a rock for everyone while the police and the FBI searched for us. Couple that with your guilt over what happened, I can only imagine what you're feeling. You're taking the right step with the anger management course, but take it a step further. You need to talk to someone. Not me. Not your family. A therapist. A counselor. A shrink. Someone. Consider it, Edward," I said, wiping his cheek with my thumb.

He captured my hand, kissing my palm. "Okay, beautiful girl," he said quietly. His green eyes glanced down to my lips. He had been very hesitant to initiate any sort of physical contact, but my prickly demeanor hadn't welcomed it much. I answered his silent request and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. Edward's warm hands cupped my face and he tenderly deepened our kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips. It was a reverent kiss, a loving reminder of what we had and what we hoped to regain. Breaking apart, Edward pressed his forehead to mine. "I love you, Bella. Never doubt that. That will never, ever change. And, I will ask Ren or Dr. Shapiro for a name of a therapist. You are extremely smart and you probably know what I need more than I do."

"What we both need is for me to go home," I quipped, kissing his chin since I was dizzy from his embrace. I didn't trust myself to stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips again.

"Let me get a nurse and a wheelchair," he said, hugging me to his body. "After this, no more apologies, I promise, but I will forever be sorry for saying those words. You are my life, Bella. Without you, I'm lost. I love you and will always love you. I pray that you will truly forgive me. I also pray that your trust in me will come back but I will spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you and how much I value everything you do. Not out of guilt but out of love and devotion." He caressed my cheek, pressing his lips to mine before guiding me to the chair. He kissed my head before darting out of the room to get a wheelchair.

Ten minutes later, he came back with my orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Bones. I kid you not. My ortho was named Dr. Bones. He went over his expectations for recovery. In a week, he'd check the surgical incisions and if they were fine, he'd remove the stitches. I'd have three weeks in a cast, then another re-exam. If all bodes well, I should be in physical therapy in two months. Edward shook hands with Dr. Bones and helped me into the wheelchair. One of the nurses loaded up a cart with all of the flowers that were sent to me. Rolling me to the main entrance of the hospital, Edward went to get the car.

My Range Rover had been completely obliterated by the accident. However, Agent Goss was the one driving the other car and he knew where to hit it to not cause serious damage to the passengers, only the car. Alice lent Edward her Audi SUV until we had a chance to go purchase a new vehicle for me. Though, the spend-thrift in me was terrified of buying a new car when both of us weren't working.

You heard right. Both of us were not working. I formally resigned from my job from Sherryville School District. I had been offered my old position back once I was cleared of all wrong-doing from that investigation into my past that was due to the false accusation of sexual molestation by my former student. But with all that happened to me, I couldn't, in my right mind, go back there. I needed to focus on my healing, helping my children cope and rebuilding my marriage. For the first time in my life, I didn't have a job and I was scared we weren't able to pay our bills. I knew my fears were unfounded since Edward had a ton of money in his trust fund, plus the hefty payout that I received from the school district. Seth had sued the district for wrongful termination and a slew of other wrongdoings toward me. Dr. Sancken was ready to take me to court, but Dr. Eddy, just before he resigned, encouraged the board to give me what I 'wanted.' I was receiving two years' worth of salary at the administrative level that I was going to work at, with benefits and a letter, proclaiming my innocence if I do decide to teach again. Additionally, all of the cash from the ordeal with Mike and Renee had been placed back into his account, but I didn't want to rely on that or my booty from my lawsuit.

The drive home was tiring. I was still extremely weak. My system had taken a huge jolt with not being fed, in constant pain and possibly in shock from my injuries and the amount of adrenaline floating through my system was insanely high. As a result, I got tired really fast. I fell asleep at the drop of a hat, but couldn't stay asleep since I had nightmares. Dreadful nightmares that Mike succeeded in giving me that injection or that he broke Marie completely, turning her into a silent mute with no emotional affect or that it was just too late.

"Wake up, beautiful girl. We're home," Edward cooed, caressing my cheek. I jumped, my heart stammering. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to startle you."

"I hadn't realized that I fell asleep," I grumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes. Blinking a few times, I looked over at him. "Are the kids here?"

"Not yet. They're with my parent's. Charlie and Sue are here, along with Detective Sanchez and the newly sworn in Detective Jones." I arched a brow in confusion. "Kimber resigned from the FBI based off how the agency handled your case. They admitted wrong-doing with her partner, but she was none-too-pleased with everything else. Kimber had become disenchanted for a while, but this was the straw that broke the camel's back."

"Why are they here? Did something happen?" I asked.

"No, baby," Edward said, taking my hand in his. "They want to tell you what happened after we left and how we're going to proceed from here. Everything is essentially done, but it's a formality."

"Okay," I said, trying to calm myself. Edward kissed my hand before getting out of the car. He helped me out of the passenger seat, holding me to his side while we walked up to our home. Letting himself into the front door, I gingerly slipped off my shoes and let out a sigh of relief. I was home.

"Feels good, yeah?" Edward asked.

"Yeah. I missed it and I missed being here with you," I said quietly. I shot him a look and he was grinning crookedly. "And the kids, too."

Sweetly, he pressed his hand to my cheek. "It hasn't been the same without you, beautiful girl. I don't think I could have walked back into this house if…" A fat tear fell out of his eye and he shuddered, "…if I had lost you." His thumb caressed my lip and he gently kissed me before guiding me into the family room.

Before we reached the family room, I stopped him. "Edward?"

"Yes, love?"

"I'm not going anywhere," I murmured, snuggling to his side. He kissed my head and the tension in his body seemingly dissipated. I think we're going to be fine.

xx TNC xx

Three months later…September

"God, I can't even hold a pen," I grumbled to my occupational therapist, Veronica. "I have zero muscle control." Fruitlessly, I held a pen, watching as it tumbled out of my fingers. Growling in frustration, I picked it up again with the same result. "This sucks! Am I going to have to use the big crayons because my fingers refuse to wrap around a writing utensil?"

"Bella, you're hand and arm were broken in several places. Due to the length of time from when the bones were set and corrected, you have some slight nerve damage. It'll take time for you to grip and hold a pen. Your gross movement is looking fantastic. You just need to work on rebuilding your muscles and getting that fine motor control back," Veronica explained.

"Kay," I sighed, working with her on my fine motor control. It was tedious, obnoxious work, picking up marbles, squeezing a stress ball, and walking my fingers across the table. The only thing that I loved about coming to physical therapy was the hand and forearm massage when I was done. It was the only time my arm relaxed. For the rest of the day, it was clenched and tense.

After an hour, I put my brace back on and walked to the front desk to verify my next appointment. Edward was waiting for me, reading a book. Waving to the receptionists, I took Edward's arm that he offered me, leading us out to our new SUV, another Range Rover, but this time it was black. What made it nicer was that we didn't have to pay for it. Agent Goss, who caused my accident, had to foot the entire bill of my new car. Yes, he was in jail, but we received a check from the United States government. It was Agent Goss's pension. He wasn't going to need it since he was going to be spending the rest of his natural life in jail.

My relationship with Edward is slowly, but definitely improving. The time we spend in therapy, both individually and as a couple, has helped us understand our differences and how we can cope with whatever comes our way. Edward has been attentive, loving and sweet to me. It reminded me of when we were first dating. In every way he could, Edward was caring for me. I loved it. I wanted to return the favor, but my inability to use my right hand has prevented me from doing much. I've offered but my husband and my orthopedic surgeon, they both do not want me pushing it too far too soon. I do not want to have another surgery.

The only thing that was missing for me is my wedding ring. When I returned home in late June, Detective Sanchez had my wedding set in an evidence bag. It was covered with blood, gunk and the center stone was cracked down the middle. My ring that I vowed to be with Edward forever was now junk. I broke down with that and I know it shattered Edward. He promised to get me another ring, but it wasn't the point. It wasn't our ring. It was irrational and silly, but I mourned the loss of the ring, wanting it back on my finger. One day while I was out with Esme, trying to venture out in the world, I asked her to take me a jeweler so I could get a simple band to wear. I picked out a platinum wedding band in my size, slipping it on my finger. It wasn't romantic, but I missed the weight of my rings on my hand. Edward frowned when he saw the plain band on my finger, but he didn't say anything otherwise.

Our children were fairly resilient. For the most part. Lizzie and David bounced back relatively quickly. They still met with Dr. Marcus once a week and were able to start kindergarten. Marie was more scarred then them. She was being home-schooled for the time-being because she was having tantrums almost daily and had regressed significantly. We even had to put her in a pull-up over night because she had wet the bed several times the first few days after our release. I was so concerned for her. Would she ever get back to where she was before?

"Bella, do you want to go out on a date with me?" Edward asked, breaking me from my reverie. "My parents are willing to watch the kids on Friday and I'd like to spend some time with my beautiful wife." He kissed my knuckles before weaving his fingers through mine.

"What were you thinking?" I asked.

"Nothing fancy. Just dinner and a movie. I want to go out, just the two of us, without having to go to physical therapy or counselors," he shrugged. "It's been a while since we've gone out on a date and I want to have some fun. Besides, on Friday, you've got a special day coming up. The kids are having their party on Saturday, but I want spoil you."

Right. My birthday. "Edward, you're already spoiling me," I chuckled.

"It's my God-given right to spoil my wife," he said, squeezing my left hand gently. "Dinner and a movie. You choose where we go and what we see. Hell, we could even do something after the movie!"

"Just don't ask me to bowl," I quipped, wiggling my fingers in my brace. "And no presents."

"Duly noted," Edward snickered.

The rest of the week flew by. On Thursday, Alice came over after work with Rose and she dragged me to a local salon. It was their birthday present for me to get me a complete makeover/beauty treatment. I had my hair cut, highlighted and styled. I also had my makeup done along with everything waxed. However, the nicest thing of all was the pedicure. My feet were treated to a massage, paraffin wax and painted a soft pink color.

The day of my date with my husband, Rose came over with Meredith and Evan, curling my hair and getting me ready. She had decided to take a year off of work to adjust to having two babies. She knew she was going back after this year, though. After she left, Carlisle and Esme arrived. We kissed our babies goodbye, slightly afraid that Marie would have a tantrum. Thankfully, she didn't because she was playing with Nessie. Edward and I went out to Bella Italia and went to see some romantic comedy that was silly. Honestly, we didn't even pay that much attention to it. Edward was quite frisky and we spent most of the movie making out like horny, rabid teenagers.

Hell, we were horny. But, we made the decision to hold of making love until we both felt it was right. We missed each other, but the trust was still not there. We were rebuilding our intimacy and the cuddling we were doing at night, along with the exploration of our mouths and fingers added an element of newness to our relationship. Though, it was Edward doing most of the work. I still couldn't do much with my arm. It's not exactly romantic when you want to have sex and you're wearing a black brace on your hand. Not. Sexy. At. All.

Edward did abide by my wishes and didn't get me a birthday present. He did get me a beautiful card along with two dozen roses. He was so excited when he handed them to me. "Bella, my love for you is as beautiful as these roses. I'll love you for as long as they grace us with their presence." I scowled at him.

A week?

Maybe two?

But Lizzie pointed out one rose was not like the others. I touched it and it was a silk rose. Edward smirked, kissing my lips sweetly. "Forever, my beautiful girl. I'll love you forever."

The next day, we had a small birthday party for the kids. Lizzie and David wanted to invite their entire kindergarten class, but with Marie's unknown temperament and my recuperating arm, we decided on keeping it small. Both of my children chose three friends to invite, but Esme volunteered to make treats for their class on Monday. With the eight kids, my husband, the dog and help from Carlisle and Esme, the safari birthday party went off without a hitch. Marie clung to me or Edward, but she didn't have any explosions or accidents. She was enamored with the small petting zoo we had invited into our backyard. She loved touching the lambs and was content to pet the soft, downy wool most of the afternoon until the handler had to load them up. Marie didn't have a tantrum. She just found Nessie and held her tightly while the zoo cleaned up. Nessie took it like a champ, kissing her young owner sweetly and making me turn into a sobbing mess.

Edward pulled me into the kitchen. "Why the tears, beautiful girl?"

"Marie," I sniffled. "She's a shell, Edward. We're back to how she was before."

"I know, Bella. Dr. Marcus said that it's going to take her longer to bounce back. Her entire world was fucked up when she was abducted by Mike and Renee. This is her coping mechanism. I miss our smart girl, but we have to give her time to feel normal," Edward said, hugging me gently.

"It's hard to feel normal," I mumbled. "Nothing feels normal anymore, Edward. Yes, we abide by her schedule and we try to make things appear the same, but it's not. She knows it."

"What can we do to change it?" Edward asked, guiding me to the table. He wiped a few tears away.

"I don't know. That's the thing. I know that I feel all out of sorts and I keep thinking that my mom and psycho senior are going to pop out of nowhere. Every time I see a black truck, my heart starts racing and let's not even talk about the remaining nightmares." I bit my lip, looking out in the backyard. "This place used to be our safe haven but it's all tainted."

"That's how I felt about Seattle," Edward frowned. "I had to get the hell out of there."

"Is that what we need?" I asked.

"A fresh start? Someplace new?" Edward asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Based on your reaction, I think it's what we both need," I said. "Let's talk tonight after the kids are asleep and not make any hasty decisions now." He nodded, kissing my lips softly before we got up to say goodbye to the kids as their parents came and picked them up.

We cleaned up the backyard and by seven, our kids were passed out on the couches. Carlisle and Edward carried them up to bed. With a hug and a kiss from them, Edward and I sat down on the couch. My hubby made a chart of pros and cons for moving. The pros far outweighed the cons, but the negative aspect of moving, going away from our family, was our biggest deterrent on making a final decision.

xx TNC xx

Four months later…December

"I don't know about this dress," I said as I twirled in front of the mirror. "I'm too old to be wearing something this sexy, Alice."

"Bella, this is not sexy. It's classic," Alice chided. The dress I was wearing was a red wrap dress with sheer, sequined three-quarter length sleeves. "Edward will shit a brick when he sees you in this, woman!"

"It is gorgeous, but I feel like I'm flashing my boobs at everyone," I said, tugging on the neckline to pull it up.

"You're not. It's demure. Your garnet jewelry will match this perfectly and you will be the belle of the ball," Alice smiled.

I flipped my hair up into a messy up-do, pulling out some tendrils. "We'll see." Releasing my curls, I picked up the dress and went to change back into my street clothes. Putting it back into the garment bag, I carried the dress to the register to pay for it. The gown was for the annual holiday benefit for Craven Memorial. Despite being off work for nearly seven months, Edward received an invite. We were going. I was a ball of nerves about attending, but Edward assured me that it would be fine.

After discussing it at length, Edward and I decided that Sherryville wasn't home anymore. We shared our feelings with our friends and family and they didn't blame us. Edward sent out resumes all over the country and shopped for practices that needed a general practitioner, surgeon or pediatrician. The most enticing deal came from a small, but wealthy suburb of Chicago. Advocate Lutheran General in Park Ridge was in need of a chief of surgery. Their chief needed to retire due to a recent and debilitating stroke. Edward was offered the position almost immediately, based off his reputation at Virginia Mason and at Craven. He would begin his job after the first of the year, commuting between Chicago and Sherryville until we sold the house.

What shocked us even more was that almost all of our family was coming with us. Alice's job as a high school choral director was all politics and her boss had made her life a living hell. Jasper's law firm was looking to expand and they decided Chicago was the next logical place to move to. Jasper was going to head up the new firm in the city. Carlisle was asked to moonlight as a surgeon at the same hospital as Edward and having his own office hours in a surgical suite. Esme and I were just going to focus on staying at home, working with the kids. David and Lizzie were, for all intents and purposes, perfectly fine, but Marie was still struggling. If I wanted, I could go back to teaching, but with everything that had happened in the past year, I was content to be a stay at home mom.

Rose and Emmett were going to stay in Sherryville, but Alice gave them a year before they decided to join us in Chi-town. Emmett had turned the football and baseball team around and he'd take Illinois by storm. Ren and Jake were also staying behind, but promised to come visit. Ren had been appointed the head of the ER when Dr. Shapiro took over Edward's position in June. Ren was the only person from the hospital who knew of Edward's decision. He kept it quiet but obviously extremely sad to his mentor and good friend go.

"Have you guys found a house in Chicago?" Alice asked as she drove us back home.

"We found a few options. We put an offer down on two and we're waiting to hear what they have to say," I replied. "We can't put the house up for sale here until we make the announcement that Edward's not returning. It would look suspect. We've already met with a real estate agent and the day after the benefit, the 'for sale' sign is going up."

"Are you going to wait until the end of the school year or once you get an offer, you're going pack up and go?" Alice asked.

"Ideally, wait until the end of the school year. The kids have endured enough trauma to last them a lifetime," I growled. "Fucking Renee."

"How's Marie doing? I noticed she was a little more talkative at Thanksgiving."

"She's getting better. Slowly. Dr. Marcus explained that Marie's world was completed shattered when we were taken. She needs to feel safe before she can begin to come out of her shell. She agrees with our change in location. It may cause a slight regression with Marie, but in the long run, it'll be beneficial. She'll see the new house and new town as someplace safe. She won't be afraid. We're planning on putting her into first grade with her siblings next year, insisting that she be in their room," I said. "However, she's so smart, Ali. Brilliant even! She's in third grade books and understands concepts. The only thing that she's obviously struggling with is her emotional development and that is due to her autism along with the traumatic experience with Renee and Mike."

"Everything will work out. Now, I'll be over at ten to pick you up for our day of beauty," Alice smirked. "It's going to be an amazing night and you have to look your best, Bella." I scowled at her. "Come on! It'll be fun! Besides, I happen to know a certain hot doc procured a hotel room for you two tomorrow evening."

"What?" I squeaked. "The kids will have a heart attack. We can't be away from them for the night!"

"Bella, they will be fine. After the benefit, Mom and Dad are going to spend the night at your place so they can have someone familiar at the house. Relax, Masen," she giggled. "You and Edward need this. Trust me."

I eyed her dubiously but didn't fight her. Edward and I were almost back to normal. As normal as we could be, of course. We were down to one therapy appointment every two weeks and we talked to each other every single night about our decisions, how our days were and everything in between. That overwhelming feeling that Edward was helping me because of guilt finally went away after I broke down in September, shortly after my birthday. I was a mess, crying and feeling downright miserable about myself and I snapped at Edward for being with me out of pity. All of my self-doubt and feelings of worthlessness came to a head. I spouted how I hated being reliant on him, not having my own freedoms. I sobbed that despite his assurances that he was with me because he loved me, that his guilt over what he said was driving him to do everything for me.

Our session exploded after that and thankfully our therapist talked us through everything. She understood why I felt the way that I did. She also tried to calm Edward down, explaining that it was my slew of emotions causing me to spout out my trepidation. By the end of the nearly four hour session, I felt purged, lighter and closer to my husband. We came to the realization that we still loved each other immensely and that our feelings of inadequacy and fear were causing us to unravel. If we spoke about our concerns immediately, our relationship wouldn't fray. Before, we'd argue briefly and then resolve it with makeup sex, never really solving the problem.

Don't get me wrong. Makeup sex is amazing, but the underlying issue was still there.

Edward worked diligently to make me understand that he was with me because he loved me, whole-heartedly and I tried to not brush aside his efforts, despite my long-held belief that I wasn't worthy of him. Every day was a gift and I was worthy of him and Edward was worthy of me. It became apparent when I had to go in for another surgery on my arm that Edward, who could have just let me deal with it on my own, was there by my side every step of the way. He helped me when I got frustrated at the permanent nerve damage in my hand, causing me to struggle with writing and other fine motor skills. He let me rage at my mom and Mike, not holding me back as I sobbed over what I lost with my hand. He loved me as he worked with me on improving my handwriting, typing on a computer and simple things like combing my hair and brushing my teeth.

His patience was unending and I had an epiphany. Almost seven years too late, but Edward did love me. And I loved him. We both were strong-minded people and at times, our opinions and arguments would explode, but at the crux of it all, we still loved each other. Immensely.

Now I knew why Edward rented that hotel room.

It was time.

We were going to make love for the first time since our huge argument that ended up with my abduction.

The ultimate makeup sex session.

"Alice," I chirped as she pulled up to my house. "Can you make sure that I have a bikini wax scheduled?"

"Now we're talking!" she squealed.

The next morning, I woke up early and did my exercises for my hand and wrist. I even attempted to wrap some presents, but got frustrated with the result. Instead, I put the gifts into bags, carefully writing the 'to' and 'from' tag so it could be readable. Placing them underneath the tree, I smiled softly. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and a sweet kiss was placed at my pulse point. "You're up early, Mrs. Masen."

"I knew I had to be. Your sister is coming at ten to take me to get beautified for the ball tonight," I said, leaning against his strong chest. "I don't want to look like death warmed over."

"Unlikely," he chuckled, his lips finding my earlobe. "You're beautiful. So beautiful."

"I bet I was gorgeous when I was pulled out of that cabin," I deadpanned.

"Not so much, but I didn't care because I had you back in my arms. You were safe and I wasn't ever letting you go," he said, slowly turning me. His hands cupped my face. His eyes showed his excitement but his facial expression showed his sadness. "The next few months are going to suck with me being in Chicago, building a name there."

"It'll be a challenge, but in the long run, we'll be happier. Staying here isn't a viable option, Dr. Masen. I'm terrified, to a point. Marie is stagnating and there are too many bad memories in Sherryville. A lot of great ones, but the bad ones overshadow everything else."

"This town will hold a special place in my heart. It's where I came to heal. It's where I found love again. It's where I had my children, my family and my love, but you're right. The negative thoughts overwhelm me. It's also where I nearly lost you. It's where I got hurt, dealing with the aftermath of your psycho ex. A new home, a fresh start…"

"The next and most excited chapter," I said, moving my hands up to his hair. "It will be tough, but if we can overcome the past seven months, we can overcome a short separation in order for us to be ultimately happy."

"You're so fucking smart, Bella," he said, smiling crookedly. "I'm so lucky to be married to a genius."

"Not a genius," I giggled, kissing his Adam's apple. "Just someone who can finally put all of this into perspective."

"This is true," Edward said as he tipped my head back, brushing his lips against mine. "Hmmm, minty." He deepened the kiss, tracing my lips with his tongue before it slid into my mouth. I moaned quietly only to be doused with cold water in one single word.

"Mommy?"

Edward growled lowly and pulled away. I chuckled nervously before walking around my sexually flustered hubby. David was holding his blanket and dancing on his feet. "What's wrong, David?"

"Nessie got sick in Marie's room. She threw up on Marie's bed," he said, wrinkling his nose. We both groaned and went upstairs. Marie was holding Nessie, who was whimpering quietly. On the bed, there was dog puke on the corner. Edward stripped the bed while I took Marie and Nessie into the bathroom. I took the dog from Marie, looking at the poor thing. I gave her a quick rinse while Marie fretted on the floor next to me.

"Momma, what's wrong with Nessie?" she asked, repeatedly.

"I don't know, little one. She maybe ate something disagreed with her tummy. If she throws up again, Daddy may have to take her to the vet," I explained, drying the dog. Nessie seemed better after I washed off the vomit from her coat. "You have to keep a close eye on her, Marie. If she feels icky again, tell Daddy, okay?"

"Bella! Alice is here," Edward called up to me.

"Momma go?" Marie whispered.

"I'll be back, baby," I said, putting Nessie on the ground. She took off, barking at the doorbell that was ringing. "Momma's going to get all prettied up for this party tonight."

Tears filled my daughter's eyes. "Momma, no go!" she pouted. I pulled my baby girl into my arms, holding her tightly to my chest. "Please, stay! Momma stay!"

Edward must have heard Marie begin her screaming. "Little one," he cooed, picking her up off the ground.

"Momma stay!" she shrieked, tugging on Edward's shirt.

"Marie, Momma is going to get made up like a princess," he said calmly.

"Princess?" Marie asked.

"Yes, a princess because tonight is a special night for Momma and Daddy. We're going to a ball and we're going to go dancing and we're going to kiss in the snow," he whispered. "Now, Momma's beautiful, but she needs to be extra beautiful for the ball tonight, ReRe. She'll be back soon. I promise."

"Me too, pretty girl," I said, wiping her tears away. "I promise I'll be home before you can miss me. You have a job to do, remember? What is it?"

"Watch Nessie and tell Daddy if she feels icky," Marie replied, snuggling in Edward's arms.

"You're the best girl for the job," Edward said as he kissed her temple. "Nessie adores you, Marie."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "Come home soon, Momma."

"I will," I replied, kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, come home soon, Momma," Edward parroted, pursing his lips for a kiss. I giggled, giving him a chaste smooch before dashing downstairs. Alice was sitting on the couch, sandwiched between Lizzie and David. They were prattling on about school and their teacher, Miss Haley.

"You ready, Ali?" I asked.

"Definitely," she replied. "I'll see you both later. Love you, munchkins!"

"Love you, Aunt Ali!" they squealed, hugging her tightly. Letting her go, they bounded to me and hugged my waist. "Love you, Mommy!"

"Be good for Daddy," I said, kissing their heads. Slipping on my coat, we go out to Alice's car and drive to the local spa. I get everything waxed, growling as the girlie bits were abused. Once that torture was done, my hair was curled and then pinned back into a half-up chignon. Pinned along the side were three large rhinestone hairpins that would go with the sequined sleeves of my dress. Finally, my makeup was carefully applied. It was fairly simple, save for a bright red lip and smoky, sultry eye. For the first time in a long time, I felt gorgeous and I was ready for anything.

"Bella, Edward is going to die when he sees you," Alice said as she fluffed my hair.

"Oh, I don't want him to die. That would be bad," I tittered nervously. Shooting Alice a look, I bit my lip. "Do we have time to go to Victoria's Secret? I don't have anything to wear underneath my dress and since I've got an unexpected evening away from the kids, I'd like to take full advantage of it."

Alice squealed and she drove us to the local mall. I felt stupid walking into the mall looking like a hooker with my makeup but wearing one of Edward's dress shirts and jeans. Shrugging it off, I went directly to Victoria's Secret. I found a black corset with a pair of cheeky lacy panties and a black garter belt. I also swiped a pair of black thigh highs. Alice threw a red negligee and matching robe onto my pile. Carrying my goodies, I paid for them and grinned like an idiot all the way back to the car.

"Text Jasper for me," Alice said, handing me her phone. "Ask him to bring my dress and accessories to your place. I want to help you get ready. I'm assuming that corset will be impossible to put on yourself."

"You're assumption is definitely correct," I snickered.

"AND you want to shock the hell out of your husband in that hotel room, right?" she laughed.

"You know me too well, Alice," I smirked.

Back at the house, Edward made some grilled cheese and tomato soup. Lizzie and Marie were dazzled by my hairdo and Edward kept wanting to touch it. Swatting his hands away, Alice and I went up to my bedroom. We spent the rest of the afternoon painting our nails and gabbing like teenage girls. Lizzie and Marie even joined the fun. Alice gave them pedicures with little snowmen on their big toes.

"Mommy, why can't we go to the ball?" Lizzie asked as she wiggled her feet, wanting her pedicure to dry.

"Because, baby girl, it's for grownups. There's going to be a lot of talking, eating icky food and some dancing. It's going to be boring, really. Daddy, Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper and I have to go because it's a part of Daddy's job," I explained.

"Papa's job, too," Alice explained as she put sparkly nail polish on Marie's fingers. "We'd much rather be with you guys because you're so much cooler than those boring old doctors!"

"Daddy's a doctor," Marie giggled.

"Well, your daddy is not a boring doctor. He's fun," Alice smiled, brushing her finger along Marie's nose. "When you both get older, you'll have plenty of time to get dressed up, get your hair curled and go to fancy parties and balls."

"Really?" Lizzie asked, her eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.

"But, not for a long time, Lizzie," I chided. "Enjoy being a kid. Have fun with your sister and brother. Be silly. Make snow angels."

"That sounds like fun," Lizzie squealed. "Marie, you want to go play in the snow?"

"After my sparkles dry," she answered, wiggling her fingers. Lizzie nodded and curled up on the bed. Fifteen minutes later, after a rapid dry coat put on their fingers and toes, Lizzie and Marie dashed out of the bedroom, yelling for David to put his snowsuit on. We had about an hour and half before we had to leave for the hotel. Edward came up to shower, telling Alice that Jasper dropped off her gown along with her shoes and jewelry.

Waiting until the last possible minute, Alice helped me into my racy lingerie and my dress. Attaching my garnet jewelry from last year, my heart broke slightly that I didn't have my wedding set on my left hand. I still wore the platinum band. The bling on my left finger was gone and I wanted it back. Alice must have realized this and she handed me a bag. "It's from all of us. It's not a ring but it's something sparkly for your left hand. And there's something from Edward in there, too."

"Goodness," I sighed, opening up the larger of the two boxes. Laying on a satin pillow was diamond bangle bracelet. The filigree was similar to the sequin and lace work on my dress. I gasped, blushing a deep crimson. Alice smiled softly, putting it on my left wrist. She tapped the bag and I reached inside again, pulling out a smaller box. Opening that, my eyes widened at a beautiful garnet and diamond bypass ring with oval stones and channel set diamond surrounding the garnets. I put it on my ring finger on my right hand, but it was too big. Finding that it fit my pointer finger, wriggled my hands, gazing at the sparkles on both arms. "They're beautiful, Alice."

"The bracelet is from the entire family, a combination birthday and Christmas present. The ring is from Edward…well, there's a card inside. You can read it. I'm going to get dressed," Alice smiled, kissing my cheek.

I walked to the edge of the bed, sitting down stiffly. The corset was uncomfortable, but it did amazing things to my figure. I pulled out a simple white card with Edward's name elegantly written across it. Dr. Edward Anthony Masen. I ran my fingers along the embossed ink before flipping the card open.

My dearest Bella,

I think it's safe to assume that you know that I'm spoiling you to a night away from our children. After what I have planned for us tonight, we need to be with each other. You and me. I know that you're probably going to feel guilty about leaving the kids, but Mom and Dad will be there for them.

I want to spend some time on us.

This year has undoubtedly been one of the most challenging in our marriage. There were high points and low points. -Unfortunately, the low points far outnumber the high. But, we're closing the chapter on that and moving onto something new and different. I'm excited about my new position and starting our lives fresh in Park Ridge. It seems like a rash decision to uproot our family, but it's the right decision for us.

Now, the ring I gave you is just a small token of how much I love you. I cherish you. I am completely yours, my Bella. I'm so grateful, every day that you've forgiven me for those horrific words that I screamed at you in anger seven months ago. You are my best friend, the mother to our beautiful children, my lover, my wife and most importantly, my whole world. It is I who is not worthy of you. But, we're not going to argue about that now. We're both worthy of each other and our lives will be spent in happiness, joy, love and hopefully serenity.

I love you with my mind, body, heart and most importantly, my soul.

Dr. McFuckme

PS ~ Be prepared for some good lovin, tonight, Mrs. McFuckme. We've got a lot of lovemaking to do!

I felt Edward's presence in the room. Looking up, I noticed he was wearing a simple but elegant tuxedo. His eyes were sparkling brightly as he crossed over to me. "Do you like it, Bella?" he asked, lifting my hand to kiss my cocktail ring.

"It's perfect," I said. "You look so handsome, Edward."

"God, not as beautiful as you. Bella, you are a vision of absolute loveliness," he said, running his finger down the column of my neck. Slowly, he moved his finger along the swell of my breast, earning him a delightful shudder. "I can't wait until you're in my arms while we sway to the music."

"Hmmmm, me neither," I smiled. He leaned forward, brushing his lips with mine. The doorbell rang and the squeals of the kids along with the barking of the dog broke our reverie. "Shall we go?"

"Yep. I get to have the most beautiful woman on my arm tonight and in my bed afterward," he growled, nipping at my ear. "Love you, beautiful girl."

"As I love you," I murmured. He helped me to my feet and handed me my jeweled clutch. We walked downstairs and met up with Jasper, Carlisle and Esme. Rose and Emmett were standing in the foyer, prepared to babysit all of our kiddos at our house. EJ and David were running around. Grace was skipping along with Lizzie while Marie was clinging to Edward's leg. Somehow, someway, we managed to get out of the house with minimal tears and a minor tantrum. We all decided to take our own cars. Alice and Jasper needed to go back to our home to pick up their kids while Carlisle and Esme were staying at our house while Edward and I had our night together.

I felt nervous. Like a virgin, almost. But giddy with anticipation of what we were going to do tonight. We both wanted it. We both needed it.

At the ball, we were greeted by everyone from the emergency department. Rhonda hugged Edward tightly, asking when he was coming back. Diplomatically, he dodged the question by complimenting her on her midnight blue dress that hugged her body beautifully. We mingled with the staff, chatting with Dr. Shapiro and his wife. Edward, at one point, pulled him aside and told him about his decision. I could tell that Dr. Shapiro was shocked but understood Edward's need to leave Sherryville.

The meal was delicious and the conversations were light and fun. However, when Carlisle, who was acting as the head of the board, stepped up to the podium in the center of the dance floor, my nerves took flight.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I bet you're all shocked as to why I'm here. In case hadn't heard, the board decided to part ways with the board president, Felix, back in late June over a situation that arose with my son. I was asked to step in and I was grateful to do so. My wife was overjoyed that I was out of her hair! I hadn't taken to retirement all that well," Carlisle chuckled. "Anyhow, things have changed a lot since our last benefit. We've lost some staff members to new positions, gained some excellent staff members in their place and the pediatric ward is well on its way to being one of the most sought after in the state. All thanks in part to both Dr. Matthew Shapiro and my son, Dr. Edward Masen. I'm going to pass the microphone to Edward first and then…well, you'll see. I wish all of you a happy and safe holiday!"

"Good luck, baby," I said, kissing his knuckles. "I love you."

"Love you more, beautiful girl," he murmured, striding up to the podium. He shook hands with Carlisle and smiled sheepishly. "First off, I want to thank all of you for your well-wishes and support while I took my unexpected leave of absence. My wife was taken hostage and I honestly fell apart. Things, thankfully, were resolved for us and our family, but there were lingering after effects that were a challenge for myself, my wife and my children. We're all on our way to recovery, but we needed to take things a step further.

"Sherryville has been the home for Bella and me for over seven years. We've had many wonderful moments, meeting each other, falling in love, enjoying challenges with our careers and having a family. However, as of late, there have been many negative aspects to this place that we cannot overlook. After discussing it with my wife and my family, I'm resigning as the chief of staff at Craven Memorial Hospital and moving to Park Ridge, Illinois to embark on a new chapter of our lives.

"Each person in this room has touched me in some way and I'm grateful to work with some of the most talented and amazing doctors and nurses. I'm blessed to have you in my life and I'm grateful for the support that you have given me and my family. As a result of my departure, I'm pleased to announce the new chief of staff is going to be Dr. Matthew Shapiro." The crowd applauded and Dr. Shapiro blushed, waving slightly. "He had a lot of the same ideas and beliefs as I do and I know he's going to do a fantastic job. I'm going to miss coming to work here and I will miss some of you immensely. Rhonda, my work wife, I don't know if anyone will keep me in check like you do."

"I can follow you to Park Ridge. Kick those Chicago doctor's asses," Rhonda laughed.

"I may take you up on that," Edward smiled crookedly. "Now, before I give the microphone to Dr. Shapiro, I'd like my beautiful wife, Bella Masen to come up by my side."

"What's he doing?" I hissed, my cheeks flaming.

"You'll see," Alice giggled.

I got up and smoothed my dress, walking nervously to the podium. The doctors and nurses applauded as I got up to him and he kissed my lips sweetly. "Edward, why am I up here?"

"Relax, Bella. It's a good thing," he murmured. He wrapped his arm around my waist, nuzzling my hair. Once the applause died down, he picked up the microphone and led me in front of the podium. "The past few months have been a challenge for me and for Bella. Our marriage was pushed to its limits, but we overcame it all. Isabella," he dropped to his knee, "you are my love, my life, my soul and my everything. We've battled demons, both real and within ourselves and we've come out stronger than ever before. I want the world, but will settle for a ballroom filled with 500 of our closest friends, to know that you're mine and that I'm yours. Bella, my beautiful girl, will you do me the honor of marrying me? Again?" He reached into his pocket and flipped open a small box. Nestled on the black satin was a new engagement ring.

"Oh my God," I sobbed.

"I'm not God, I'm Edward," he quipped, the microphone pulled away from his mouth. "Bella, marry me again. Let's renew our vows and…and face our next chapter in life together."

"Yes," I cried, nodding excitedly. "The answer will always be yes, Edward."

He smiled crookedly, his eyes sparkling like emeralds. With shaking fingers, he pushed my new ring onto my left hand and picked me up, kissing my lips soundly. Taking my face into his hands, he stared into my eyes. "I love you, Bella. My beautiful, wonderful and amazing wife."

"As I love you, Edward, my sexy and smart and thoughtful and…I can't think of any more adjectives," I giggled. He kissed me once more before inviting Dr. Shapiro up the microphone. Leading me out of the ballroom, he guided us out onto the balcony where it was snowing.

"You mean it? You'll marry me again?" he asked.

"Of course, Edward," I smiled. "I was shocked that you proposed to me out there, but…"

"I wanted the world and you to know that you are it for me, Bella," he blushed. "If could have, I would have announced live on the air or something. You're my best friend and my everything. I nearly lost you this year and I'm not going to repeat the same mistakes."

"I know. Me neither," I murmured, hugging him closely while admiring my ring. "This is gorgeous, Edward. I mean, really. I never expected it."

"A new ring for a new start of a new story," Edward said, caressing the stone. "A story that has a happy ending."

"Is that for certain?" I teased.

"A happy ending," he growled, covering his mouth with mine. "In more ways than two, Mrs. Masen!"

"Show me, Dr. Masen," I purred.

A/N: Okay, so I had every intention of adding a lemon in here, but I decided against it. You'll get some citrus in the epilogue. Anyhow, this was last, final chapter of The Next Chapter. We've got the epilogue left. It's going to be filled with a lot of answers to loose ends and such. Pictures of Bella's new car, her dress for the ball, her new jewelry and the décor for the ball are on my blog and tumblr. Links for both of those are on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. I'm also twitter: tufano79. Please, leave me some…;-)