Isabella Marie Mangifera Indica

"You didn´t!"

"We are here. Obviously, I did," Edward whispered. "That´s why Alice and my mother were with me, not you. We traveled together, in search of you."

"But… but what about James? If we are all here, shouldn´t he be here, too?"

He shrugged. "I guess we´ll meet him one day. So far, I have never encountered him. Not to my knowledge, anyways, I might have and never known about it. You didn´t recognize Alice, and she didn´t recognize you, either. She only knew who you really were when you talked about Marie."

"This is all too much. I have so many questions, and something tells me they have no satisfactory answers," I mumbled shaking my head. "What now?"

"I´m not letting go of you, now, Bella."

"I´m married, remember?"

"Right," he huffed with an air that suggested that was merely a petty obstacle.

I looked pointedly at him. "You are assuming a lot, Edward."

His cocksure expression morphed first to one of anxious uncertainty, and then to furious determination.

"I´m not letting go of you!" he gritted out of clenched teeth.

"You´ll make me stay?" I defied, scoffing.

"I don´t have to, you are mine. You know this," he chuckled.

My laughter carried no humor. It made me angry how right he was, and how arrogant he was about it.

"I´m yours?" I asked in a flat tone.

He sighed. "You are not?" he countered with a smirk. "It´s mutual, you know. I´m equally yours."

"I can´t deal with this. I guess I´ll see you around, we are magically destined to be together, after all," I said on my way out the door.

In two strides he caught up with me and swung me around by the arm, bringing me flush with his chest. He took half a second to look into my eyes before he kissed me.

No, there was no doubt. We belonged to each other.