I know I am a total BIOTCH for making it like three weeks. I'm sorry. I've been swamed with Science Exams and have a Maths Exam tomorrow which I must avoid because I am unfavorably sick. So yeah here you go. Sunset soon I promise. Oh and please read my other story!!! Natural Fisher features a dark Bella.


Motherfuk'n Thanksgiving

Bella P.O.V

Before I could tell myself otherwise, I picked up my mobile phone, walking outside to get some fresh air in my lungs to clear my head. I walked over to the peaceful and lonely bench across from the hospital, a small patch of shrubbery and grass cutting it off from the hospitals entrance. I sat down as my hand shook. Could I do this? It didn't matter if I could. I most definitely would. He needed to know something. I needed to talk to somebody. My shaking hand found his number, and I pressed the call button, deciding to 'let the chips fall'. A second after hearing the connection ring, his angelic voice graced my ears, and I felt a small weight lift off of my shoulders at the voice I had not realised I'd missed so desperately.

"Bella..." I felt my walls crumble in the whoosh of the breath I had not realised I was holding. Time for an explanation. So why did I press the end button?

"Aw crap! Crap, crap, fucking carpfish in a barrel!!" What was I thinking? I hadn't even gotten the documents ready."Agh!!" Why didn't I think of them to begin with? I knew that to tell him this willingly, I must trust Edward to some extent, but enough to forget about legal protection altogether? I need to get things sorted if-

I screeched like a banshee as my phone buzzed. I answered it, furious at the contraption for scaring me like that. "UGH! I hung up for a reason!!" I shouted more to the phone than myself. As I ended the call again I felt immediately guilty. I was pissed off at the phone, not Edward.

I was seconds from calling him back when I heard an alarmingly pitiful glug echoing from the hospital. All other sounds drowned out as I ran back to my father in a barely human speed. By the time I got there I found myself in a full blown panic attack, but it began to subside as I heart his heart continue weakly. I kissed my still weak father on the forehead and felt bad about leaving his side, but I knew that this needed to be done. I couldn't find it in myself to leave the room, but at some point I did, walking to the exit feeling my heart pull towards him. I went home, finding the documents that I was looking for in Charlies safe. There were several copies.

Any other normal person would feel downtrodden by their fathers lack of faith in their child, but I knew to think otherwise. I had fucked up after all, so he was right in his assumptions. I'm more thankful that he had faith in me up to this point. Thinking back I realised my mistake with Edward. The first day. The first day we met it was doomed. I should have run, but the thought never materialised itself. Instead I found myself indulging in his presence, in his touch.

Call him back! I told myself, not wanting to miss his voice an extra second. I heard the connection and felt him on the other side, though he said nothing. Great, now he's ignoring me. "Edward..." I called, unwilling to handle his teenage emotions and feeling bad and annoyed at myself for causing them. Normally hurting someones feelings or making someone angry at me wouldn't phase me in the slightest, but this time the person who was ignoring me held something over me. He knew little things about me, and instead of running he waited for me to vocalise what I was. "Sorry about earlier." I rolled my eyes at my own stupid words. I'm apologising? Since when do I apologise?! Fed up with hearing nothing and desperately wanting to hear his voice, I called him again, still a little worried that I could have ruined everything by a thoughtless phone call. "Edward?"

"Bella." My heart inflated at hearing my own name in his beautiful-almost Edwardian accent, much like it did every time I was with him. I fiddled with the documents on the table in-front of me as I though of what to say next. How do I say this? Do I just blend it into the conversation? No, dumbass, he knows this isn't about pleasantry's. I spoke quickly even for my own ears.

"!" Is he laughing at me? He's laughing at me! That twaz! I couldn't help the small smile that crept its way onto my face at his way of handling things. He was certainly making this easier. "Sorry." Sorry for being such a weirdo.

"Bella stop apologising. You've done nothing wrong." My smile disappeared like my features had never known it. I've done everything wrong. This is wrong.

"But I have... that's why this is so hard." I sounded like a sissy. God, such a baby! but I needed to get this out. Fighting back the pain in my chest for my past and my curse, I tried to speak again. "I need you to..." Here we go. "I have some d-documents that you need to sign." I listened eagerly for what seemed like an eternity for him to ask questions about the documents protecting my existence.

"Okay."

"Okay." I felt shocked but more at ease and comforted by his unexpected reply, but nothing he could say could change my past.

After a moment of tense yet still comfortable silence, I carried on with he discussion. "I have the documents with me now. I guess we could meet in the meadow?" Would he want to go back to where he first saw my fire display? Do I wan't to go there and actually meet him, face to face?

"That's fine with me. I have something I need to tell you as-well, but there aren't any documents for that. I just need... a promise." I couldn't help but question whether saying that was a good idea or not. Too late now.

In aid to lighten the situation I let my addiction to humor slip through the cracks. "Hey, I'll show you mine..." I was rewarded with a chuckle of amusement, not mocking. He sounded optimistic. That wont last long.

"Thank you Edward." Thanks for having faith in me up to this point.

"For what?"

"For waiting... for agreeing... for just being Edward." I was truly grateful for him accepting what he knew so far. I was just so grateful to meet someone who wasn't scared from the word 'go'.

"I missed you Bella. More than I care to admit." That right there is what I was grateful for. Happy motherfuk'n thanksgiving-come-early.

"Ditto..." That was the best response I could muster.

"I'll see you at sunset." If I hadn't silenced the teen in me long ago, I would have seen this as a date.

"Sunset it is." Date confirmed. I smiled as quick images of Edward and I at a candlelit dinner at sunset would be like. How it would look. How it would feel for him to kiss me goodnight. How he showed me his mothers ring... WOAH! Heavy.

"Bring a coat. It might get cold." My little hopeful visions of the futur stopped dead in their tracks. I can't get cold because I'm not human. I don't deserve Edward.

"I... it wont be needed. Bye Edward." Putting the phone down I plonked myself down on the couch in a huff. So... Sunset huh? My eyes drifted around the room for something creative when I spotted a stray piece of fabric on the armchair. I could at least get some homework done.


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