IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

First of all, I know this is short. I had to break up the chapters with the little cliffy at the end. It was awkward otherwise. I'm posting the next one right away though. It'll be up in an hour or two. =) The next few chapters are light and fluffy after the last few heavy ones. Let me know what you think.

BPOV

About two weeks later…

I do not know what I ever did without Edward in my life. At my mom's insistence, I went back to my internship for a few days, but then at my boss' insistence, I began doing my internship from home Monday thru Thursday, and went into the office Friday morning for staff meetings. We were still all talking through how to proceed with my mother. Strangely, I was mainly calm about it all. She and Phil were good about keeping the funeral stuff to themselves. I didn't know if I could handle hearing her discuss what she wanted done in terms of a will or her funeral. My focus now was making her time left her the best that it could be.

She was still in a lot of pain, despite the fact that she'd forgone treatment and was on a lot of pain medication.

Edward, Phil, my mother and I were also busy planning the wedding. We'd decided to get married in Florence, Italy. We were leaving in a week. After the wedding, Edward and I were taking a three day "honeymoon". Edward never said it, but I overheard him tell Carlisle and Phil that once Renee was…gone he'd take me on a "real" honeymoon. Renee would stay in New York City, since all her favorite doctors were here until the end. Alice had been incredibly supportive about the new wedding plans, for which I would be eternally gratefully. Edward insisted he didn't even have to tell her off this time, she was supportive all on her own. She was disappointed of course, but Edward made up for it by allowing her to throw us a Bridal Shower. Renee and Esme would give a second one. Which was completely ludicrous. We did not need two bridal showers. Rosalie laughed at me and said they would be completely different. I didn't understand that until Alice showed me what the invitations looked like.

The invitations were pink lace-up corsets. You untie the corset to reveal the party details. Alice's shower was a lingerie shower. I blushed scarlet upon realization. Alice giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Bella. You need to stop being embarrassed about sex. We have no secrets. I know you two have sex. I've heard you…so stop it." She said, a little exasperated.

"Sorry Alice," I said softly. She just smiled at me, letting me know she was only teasing. But I had a feeling there was some seriousness to it. Alice explained that her shower was more of a Bachelorette party than a shower. Only my friends would be in attendance. No mothers or mother-in-laws. That made me feel better, but only a little. Edward and I were in agreement that neither of us wanted a Bachelor/Bachelorette party. He said that the parties were designed for those that were sad to see the end of their single days, and we both couldn't be more excited to be married. Alice's shower was set for tomorrow, with the Bridal Shower two days after.

Edward and I at our apartment on his computer, trying to figure out where exactly to spend our "honeymoon". I was exhausted and kept yawning. Edward massaged the back of my neck and I melted into his touch.

"Love, lets figure this out and go to bed," he suggested. I nodded and took another sip of my coffee cup before checking my watch. It was after midnight. We'd been at this for a good four hours.

"Alright, so do we want to travel a lot or stick to one place?" he asked, pulling up a map of Europe.

"I vote stay in one place. We don't have long, and I don't want to be completely worn out on our honeymoon". I told him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, good call," he replied. We scanned our eyes over the map.

"Paris." We both said at the same time. We laughed, and he hugged me close.

"Good thing we're in agreement. Lets get to bed, we can book all the details tomorrow," he promised, shutting the lid of his laptop so it clicked closed. I set our coffee cups in the sink and he shut off all the lights. I feel asleep the second my head touched the pillow.

The Next Day:

When I woke up, I felt hungover, but I knew I wasn't.

2:05 pm.

Well that's why. I thought to myself. I giggled, sitting up in bed. I need to start setting an alarm. Whenever I get too much sleep I wake up with a "hangover". I stretched and found a note on Edward's pillow.

Love,

I didn't want to wake you. Your mother and my father are at the doctor's to get her meds adjusted, and Phil and I went to get a few groceries and run a few errands for your mom. Call me if you need anything. I love you. Be safe.

Yours,

Edward.

I smiled and slipped out of bed. My stomach grumbled. Then, I remembered something. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed my keys. I ran out of the apartment and down the stairs to the mailboxes. I had to get the mail before Edward could get to it. Or my parents. Or everyone except me for that matter. I grabbed everything from the box and ran back upstairs to the apartment. I dropped the mail on the kitchen counter and flipped through it frantically, finding what I was looking for at the bottom. A large white envelope.

From Harvard University.