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~~Bella~~

I hopped back into bed when Edward left. I tried to go back to sleep, but I was too wide wake.

I lay on my side and thought back to the previous day.

I remembered the hesitation I felt as I approached the letterbox.

The small parcel felt heavy, solid; a burden. I was determined and focused when I wrote Riley's business address on the front and paid for the postage. But I hesitated, staring at the vibrant red opening; I knew once the parcel slipped from my fingers I wouldn't be able to get it back.

I also realized that letting it fall was the one action I could take to extinguish Riley from my consciousness once and for all.

Why are my hands shaking?

Goodbye Riley. I did love you, with everything I had. I wish I'd been enough for you. I hope you can find happiness.

I closed my eyes and let go.

After that I walked around aimlessly in a daze. I browsed in a couple of stores until I happened on some lovely candles. The comforting scent of vanilla reminded me of cooking with Grandma Swan. I bought two, knowing they'd be a warm addition to my bland and sterile hotel room.

As I made my way back to the hotel I found myself walking past the small patisserie that sold the delectable Australian desserts. My smile faded when I remembered that the lamingtons I'd bought to share with Edward the last time I was here, had never made it to my lips.

I tried to expel the feelings of heartbreak and anguish as I remembered Rosalie barging into Edward's hotel suite.

It was all a huge misunderstanding.

Before I knew it, I was inside the patisserie, buying ANZAC biscuits.

"Bella!"

I looked up to see Garrett. He was in a white chef's hat and a navy apron covered in flour.

"Garrett? It's you that makes the lamingtons and pavlovas?" I asked excitedly. "I didn't know it was you!"

I watched as he transferred the tray he was holding to the display rack and came out from behind the counter. He looked serious.

"Can we talk, Bella?" he asked anxiously. I nodded and he led me outside to where some café tables stood along the footpath.

"Don't tell Kate you saw me," he pleaded.

"Why not?"

"She doesn't know I work here, she thinks I'm doing double shifts at the hotel restaurant."

He took off the tall white hat and rubbed his temple as if trying to alleviate the pain of a headache.

"I don't understand," I said, suddenly worried that he looked so upset.

"I'm working here to earn more money and I don't want Kate to know. We have some financial problems and well, you know how Kate is. She has enough to worry about with her pregnancy, let alone thinking about money. I don't want to put her health at risk."

"Financial problems?"

Garrett guided me to sit down at one of the tables.

"The B&B hasn't been at full occupancy in months. I thought I was doing the right thing, but in hindsight it was pretty stupid not keeping up with advertising on travel websites and in magazines. They were so expensive, so I cancelled them, and now, we get the occasional guest or two, but not enough to cover the expenses." He sighed and rubbed his temple again.

"This was supposed to be my opportunity to make a profit while the owners were away. Instead I think I'm slowly driving their business and livelihood into the ground. This job," he nodded towards the patisserie, "and working at the hotel was supposed to get me on top of things, but I didn't take into consideration the cost of buying the things we need for the baby."

"So, you haven't told Kate about the cancelled advertising and she thinks you're just working long hours at the hotel?"

He nodded.

"Do you think keeping it a secret from her will help?"

"No, she'll kill me when she finds out. Well, you know what I mean, she'll try and take on more, and she's exhausted as it is. I was going to tell her, but since she's been experiencing those fake contractions, I'm not prepared to risk it. Her health and peace of mind are all I care about."

"How can I help?" I asked. Kate had been such an amazing friend to me in the short time I'd known her, and so had Garrett. I wanted to help any way that I could.

"Bella," he shook his head at me, "just being a friend to Kate is all I can ask of you. She's so homesick and really wants her mom here, but her parents can't come any earlier."

"There must be something I can do?" then an unbidden thought entered my mind. "Those beautiful designer dresses that Kate gave me, I can sell them on eBay. The Collette Dinnigan would surely sell for a thousand dollars."

"Bella, no, don't do that, please. Kate wanted you to have the dresses." Garrett scrubbed at his face with his hands. "Please, don't tell her; just be her friend. I hate keeping this from her, but I..." he trailed off. He suddenly looked so tired and worn out.

"I won't tell her, and of course I'll be there for her," I reassured him. "I'll visit her this afternoon and I'll make sure she gets some time to put her feet up."

"Thanks Bella," Garrett smiled. "I can't tell you how much that means to me." He sighed, stood up and put the chef's hat back on. "I'd better finish up here; I have a lunch shift at the hotel. If you give me five minutes I can give you a ride back there."

"That's OK. I have some other things to do, then I'm going to enjoy eating my ANZAC biscuits," I said, waving the paper bag aloft.

He laughed. "I suppose you think it's funny, a Canadian making Australian cakes and biscuits?"

I held the bag to my chest lovingly. "It's a small taste of home. I think it's awesome. Thank you."

He smiled widely at me, gave me a hug and went back inside.

I visited Kate after that. She was so excited to see me and took me on a tour of the cottage house to show me how much work Paul had completed, and gushed how now, because of me, they were ahead of schedule and the work was brilliant. The kitchen was immaculate. The main bathroom needed to be tiled, but everything else looked pretty fantastic.

We talked about me going to Ben's surprise party on Friday night. Kate excitedly convinced me to wear the white dress and the red shoes.

"Bella, you'll look sensational. I have the perfect clutch to go with it," she dragged me into her bedroom and handed me a small silver and white clutch purse. "You can borrow it. God, I'd love to see the look on Edward's face when he sees you in that dress!"

Her excitement was infectious.

I told Kate I was going to meet with Edward's lawyer on Friday to sign the copyright paperwork. The song would be official. I told her I thought—considering Edward's rule about not dating people he worked with—that my signature and the song being copyrighted meant we'd be able to take our relationship further.

I felt so relieved to be able to confide in someone, and it made me feel light and happy knowing that Edward wanted to be with me. Now, with the song almost a done deal, and with my determination to let Riley go once and for all, I thought I could let myself embrace everything. I would not to let my past taint what was happening in my life.

The more I talked to Kate, the more I understood Garrett's reasoning behind keeping their money issues a secret; Kate was carefree and oblivious. Yet, the slow realization came to me; I was keeping certain information from Edward. I'd never told Edward that Riley had hidden me away, or that our relationship had been three months of clandestine lovemaking that no one, except my best friend Jessica, had known about.

Am I keeping that information from him to protect him, or am I hiding it to protect me?

I didn't want Edward to keep me a secret, and yet I knew we couldn't announce it to the world either. Surely we can find a balance?

Last night, I had lain awake thinking about everything: signing the copyright paperwork, Kate and Garrett and ways I could help without interfering. I had lit the vanilla scented candles and relaxed into sleep, wishing that Edward would come to my room.

I woke to the sound of Edward's phone alarm; my body was pressed against his warmth. Our gentle caresses and soft kisses fast became urgent and needy.

I knew he had to leave, but, once again, we hadn't talked. And I hadn't asked him what our behavior should be like outside of the hotel. I was determined to ask, and to tell him everything.

After breakfast and a shower my thoughts wandered back to Garrett and what he'd told me yesterday.

I couldn't comprehend the fact that he was so stressed and overwhelmed and yet, when I'd seen him with Kate, all he showed her was love, happiness and devotion. He was harboring all of their problems to keep her healthy and relaxed to ensure her pregnancy was not affected.

There must be some way I can help them?

Suddenly I had the most brilliant idea…

Less than two hours later I'd written a two thousand word feature review of the B&B.

Maybe if I can get this published straight away on a travel website or weekly supplement, the business may pick up for them?

I'd never written a review before, but when I reread it and changed a few things, it was pretty good. Surely I can place it somewhere?

I spent ages on Google looking up travel magazines, Canadian tourism sites, anything and everything to determine where I could place the feature.

But it just wasn't in my area of knowledge.

Eric!

I dug my phone out of my bag, found the business card he'd given me and called him.

"Eric Yorkie." he answered flatly.

"Hi Eric, it's Bella."

"Hey, Bella! This is a nice surprise A.S.S.T.B!" he said in greeting.

I laughed. "What? Is that nerdy-speak or something?"

"Get up-to-speed Aussie Step Sister to Be!" he snorted at his own wit.

"You're a regular comedian, Eric. Have I caught you at a bad time?"

"Nah, wazzup?"

"OK, so, I have these friends that run a Bed and Breakfast here in Vancouver, and it's really awesome. I've written a feature, and well, it would be great if you could give me some advice on how to get it published, they need to get their occupancy up."

"Ah, so this is a business favor, you're not calling because you missed your soon to be big brother?"

"Big brother?" I scoffed. "When's your birthday?"

"Ha ha ah," he laughed manically. "Wouldn't you like to know? Charlie told me yours is September thirteen. Trust me, I'm older."

"By how much?" I challenged.

"Ju-ly ten!" He may as well have been sticking his tongue out.

"Eric, I really thought I should go to the best journalist in the country on such important business matters." I said with mock seriousness. I knew appealing to his huge ego might do the trick.

"Of course!" he laughed. "Email it to me. Samantha is tight with a few editors who may be interested. I can't promise anything," he said in a more serious tone, "but I'll do my best for my soon-to-be kid sister!"

"You know that our parents aren't actually engaged yet?" I teased.

"Yeah, I know, but my mom has had a crush on The Chief for like... years! She'll be demanding a ring sooner or later."

Eric and I chatted for a while and he confirmed that my email had appeared in his inbox before he told me he had to file a story.

I felt inspired. I hoped Eric could help. It was something I could do without revealing Garrett's secret.

After that, I decided I needed to spend some time on my novel. I packed up my laptop and headed up to the pool to write.

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~~Edward~~

The day was wearing on me. There were so many times I had to bite my tongue, when Rosalie forgot her lines, or couldn't deliver her usual impeccable performance.

It was only a short time after her tenth retake that Marc pulled her aside and called for a fifteen-minute break.

I was about to call Bella when Heidi called my cell. I was a tap away from bumping the call, but I relented at the last second and answered.

"Hello Heidi."

"Edward! Jace is coming to the set later today. He's bringing his niece. He told me he mentioned it to you when you were in LA? Anyway, can you be your normal charming self and give the niece some special attention? Jace is taking us all out to dinner tonight and, before you say anything, it's mandatory. Rosalie and Marcus will also be attending."

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. I knew there was no use trying to get out of it.

"What time?" I asked.

"Marcus will let Jace know when he can come on set. Dinner will probably be from eight or nine. It shouldn't be a late night. So, I'll see you there." She disconnected without so much as a goodbye.

I immediately called Bella.

"Edward!" I could picture her smiling.

"Hey, how's your day going?"

"It's OK. I'm just writing by the pool. I think the weather will get cold soon so I'm making the most of the sun. What time will you be home—I mean, back?" she added hastily.

Does she have any idea how good it sounds for her to ask me when I'd get 'home'? I briefly conjured a vision of her in my condo in LA, waiting for me, naked.

"Urgh," I groaned. "I want to be there now, right now. I have to go to dinner with the executive producer and even though it's not supposed to be a late night, I won't be home, until about eleven."

I'd rather be naked in bed with you, but we can wait another night. Maybe.

"That's OK. I understand," she said softly. "I was thinking that tomorrow I could go with you so we can sign the copyright paperwork together? I mean, if that's OK? Maybe Emmett could drive me? I wouldn't get in the way. It's totally OK though, if that's too inconvenient, I don't want to put anyone out."

The thought of Bella and I signing that piece of paper made my heart pound.

"Yes!" I said enthusiastically. "That's perfect. I'll speak to Emmett about it. Harold, my lawyer, said he'd be here at 10:30am. Emmett can drive you here and take you back to the hotel after."

"OK!" she said. "That would be, wow, I can't believe it happened so quickly. I really thought the whole process would take months."

My cheeks started to hurt from smiling so widely.

"I can't wait until tomorrow." I blurted.

"Ben's party?" she asked. Yes, Ben's party, but I have something more intimate in mind.

"It sounds like fun." she said. "I...um...wanted to ask you something about that."

"What is it?" Was this what she was going to ask me this morning?

"I know...we're a secret, so, um, how does that work when we're out of the hotel?"

I thought about being out in public with her and remembered the adrenaline rush I'd felt when she'd taken me to Laurent's. It wouldn't be the same. This would be totally different. Once word got out I was at a restaurant, the paps would put two and two together. They'd find out that Ben was playing at Richard's, and with the voracity of an inferno, my fans and the leeches would show up. Any privacy would be gone at the first click of a shutter.

"We'll have to play it cool, Bella. There'll be paparazzi and fans and I don't even want to have to think about dealing with any of that."

"Oh, OK. So, I'll meet you there then, after seven?"

"I hope so. We can talk about it tonight, OK? I'll see you when I get back home."

I couldn't stop smiling, even after she'd disconnected.

Rosalie seemed to pull herself together after Marc had spent some time with her.

It was after lunch that Jace turned up with his seventeen-year-old niece, Bree. She was a complete extrovert, confident, inquisitive and loud. She asked me everything from where I studied acting, to my favorite movie and whether I'd ever been to Sundance.

She was exhausting and all of her attention was on me.

Marcus finally rescued me and asked them to leave the set. I knew the barrage of questions would start back up at dinner tonight and I was trying to think of excuses to get out of it.

Marcus didn't help. "If I have to go, you do. Here's the deal: come along, placate the niece, and I'll let you leave early tomorrow to get to your buddies' dinner."

So, of course I agreed.

I made it through dinner and Bree's constant questions and her attempts to be demure in her flirting with me. Jace spent most of the night discussing 'business' with Marcus and Heidi.

Rosalie sat sipping cocktail after cocktail through a pink straw, rarely joining in on the conversation and scowling every time I looked her way.

Jace pulled me aside before dessert to let me know he would set up some time in a recording studio in LA to work on 'The Song'. He asked me to email him the sheet music as soon as it was copyrighted. He wanted to talk with the musical director and the composer that was working on the original score to get their feedback.

I wanted it to be tomorrow already. I wanted to know it was going to happen and fast-forward to the part of the evening I wanted the most. Bella.

Marcus wrapped it all up immediately after dessert, claiming he needed both his 'star' actors well-rested after the long night-shoots he'd inflicted on us.

The usual paps had been hanging around the restaurant. I tried my best to ignore the blinding lights as we left.

The relief I felt when I was in the elevator of the hotel and on my way up to Bella's room was tangible.

She was awake and typing at the desk, a glass of white wine by her Mac.

Does she miss going to the VIP bar as much as I do?

"Hi," she smiled and stood to greet me with a single kiss on my mouth.

My desire raged instantly. I didn't let the kiss die.

I kept kissing her, passionately. My goal was to maneuver her to lie on the bed. I had condoms; we'd already touched each other intimately when we were at the cabin. In that instant, I couldn't justify waiting another night to make her mine.

She didn't stop me.

We kissed we touched. I managed to get her top off. She undid the buttons on my shirt. All of this was happening in a blissful blur, as my body demanded I give it what it wanted.

It wanted to feel Bella.

It wanted to own her, posses her, give her pleasure and receive pleasure.

I kicked off my shoes and stumbled out of my jeans to focus on slowly unzipping and pulling hers down her long shapely legs.

Her chest was rising and falling with each breath. Her body broke out into goose bumps when my hands wrapped around her bare waist.

I had Bella on the bed in just her white lace underwear and I couldn't seem to stop my lips from kissing across her stomach, descending over her panties to her thigh. I was in ecstasy. Her smooth skin was addictive. I kissed all the way down one leg and slowly travelled back up to the inner thigh of the other.

"I love you," I whispered, my lips still connected with her skin. I watched, enraptured as another wave of goose bumps rippled across her body. She shuddered and let out a soft moan.

I could smell her. Bella, her unique fragrance of flowers and fruit and...sex.

I crawled, to hover over her body.

Tell me you want me Bella, and I'm yours.

Her eyes were closed; she gripped my forearms.

"I love you," I said again as I kissed her neck.

She was silent.

I thought back to the cabin, how when I'd made her come she'd shouted out her love for me. I wanted that. I needed to hear her say it to me again.

I slowly peeled her panties off, and gently pushed her legs apart.

Heaven.

Heaven was on my tongue, under my hands and all around me. Her taste, her smell; was in heaven.

It built slowly this time. She squirmed and writhed. Her moans and whimpers drove me insane.

I'll make her come and then I'll make love to her.

I pushed two fingers inside and slowly, so slowly, slid and pushed and curled them. I felt her hands in my hair, a soft tug, the twirl of her finger, a moan and an inadvertent thrust of her hips when I hit the spot.

Her spot.

"Edward! Edward! Edward!"

Her whole body convulsed and shuddered as I pressed my fingers and swirled my tongue in unison.

I was rewarded with her breathy moan as she rode it out for a few seconds more.

"Ed-ward!"

I rested my head on her thigh as I caught my breath. Her hands continued their slow dance through my hair.

I wanted her. My body was screaming to take her, yet my mind kept picturing her at Richard's, in the audience, holding her wine glass as she watched me perform our song. When it ended, she would come backstage and jump into my arms. She would kiss me, in front of Ben and his band mates, in front of Angela, who would be smiling and accepting.

I would bring her back here and tell her over and over how much I loved and needed to be with her.

Forever.

She hadn't called out her love to me just now. In fact, she hadn't said she loved me since my phone call to her on the ferry, two days ago.

If we'd gone to the bar, we would be talking. Instead I'd practically mauled her as soon as I walked through the freaking door! The flash of my dream came back…I was feeding off of her like some deranged animal.

I told her we'd talk. We should talk. I sat up and picked up her discarded panties from the end of the bed. I fingered the soft cotton as she stared at me. I slowly slipped each of her feet in and shimmied them up her glorious legs, mesmerized as she lifted her hips off the bed, so I could pull them all the way up.

"Tell me something." I said breathlessly, as I slid up the bed and pulled her to my chest. I did my best to ignore my boxers' tenting ridiculously as she snuggled into my side.

"What?" she whispered.

"If we were in the VIP bar, we'd be talking. Tell me something." My arms wrapped around her like a vice. I couldn't seem to get close enough.

"Um, OK." she said softly. "Remember how I went to Forks after…well, after the misunderstanding in your room?" she said timidly.

I couldn't answer I just nodded.

"My dad introduced me to his girlfriend. God that sounds weird. I guess that's what she is though. Her name is Elaine. She's really lovely, and they're moving in together." She said.

I pictured 'Ladies' man' Chief Swan and it made me smile.

"It's probably only a matter of time before they get married. At least that's what her son thinks. I met him as well. You know him."

"I know him?" I questioned. Of course, Forks is a small town, everybody knows everybody else.

"He said you guys did the yearbook together. His name is Eric Yorkie."

Eric Yorkie-Dorkie? I hadn't thought about Eric in years. I remembered him as being uptight, in a desperate to impress kind of way.

Thinking of him reminded me of High School, which felt like a billion years ago. I thought back to Alice and her predicted 'timing' of when I would meet my soul mate...

Bella should have gone to Forks when she was sixteen. We were always destined to meet.

"Eric's mom and your dad are…?" I didn't need to finish.

"Yes, they're practically engaged," she looked up at me. She was smiling. "I called Eric today. Did you know he's a writer for The Stranger? It's a paper in Seattle. He's trying to break into features writing," she sounded impressed.

"I didn't tell him about you" she added, her tone instantly reassuring. "I thought he might write something in the paper if I mentioned the song, and back then, I was sure that…I didn't know…"

She buried her face against my chest.

In that moment, I wished I had chased after her that night. Maybe I could have changed what happened.

She's here with me now, half naked and I'm lying on her bed! In twenty-four hours I will give her the closest thing I can to a public declaration of my love. I'll sing Episode to her at the club. I'll bring her back here, and I will love her. I'll make it perfect. Tomorrow night...

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~~Bella~~

We were both lying on top of the bed in our underwear. The under-wire of my bra was digging into my side. But I literally couldn't move, and I didn't want to. Slowly my body came down from the most exquisite high.

Would it always be like this with Edward?

I wanted to tell him about my psycho insecurities. I wanted to tell him all the details I skipped when we were at the cabin. But he'd just blown my mind and pulverized every muscle in my body with his expertly arousing hands and tongue. I was limp and still tingling all over as he held me tightly. There was no way in hell I was going to spoil the moment by talking about my ex-boyfriend.

Instead, I told him about Eric, Elaine and my dad. I was glad I could share that with him. I wanted him to know about my family and I wanted to know about his. I silently prayed our relationship would continue when he finished filming in three months—not just our songwriting relationship—but this, being in his arms and sleeping in the same bed.

Will he introduce me to his family? Do they already know about me? How will our relationship survive when he has to go the Europe to work on another film?

The relaxed high I was on seemed to peter away as my mind ran through unanswerable scenarios.

"Is it still alright for me to sign the paperwork with you tomorrow?" I said. Trying to distract myself from getting worked up.

"Yes, Emmett will pick you up here at 9:30am and bring you to the location. We'll meet with my lawyer. He has everything for us to sign. Episode will be our song. The executive producer promised to get me some studio recording time in a few weeks."

"Are you excited about recording?"

He pulled me closer to his chest. "You have no idea. It's been a dream of mine. You know, if we hadn't met in the bar that night...I'd still be trying to come up with words, and be failing miserably."

"You mean, if I hadn't had an inebriated psychotic episode when I heard you play for the first time?"

Edward shuffled his body down so he could look into my eyes. He stared at me. "Don't you see? There was a reason that happened. You said yourself that if you'd known it was me playing you would have never come back to the bar. We never would have met. Fate stepped in to correct an imbalance."

"Fate?" I asked him. "It had nothing to do with fate..." I stopped myself.

What was I going to say? Since the night I thought Edward had lied to me and he was with Rosalie, I'd gone from being a relatively normal, functioning person to this neurotic psycho that seemed to lose any coherent and rational thinking ability. I still couldn't fully reconcile that this amazing man—that had just brought me to a blissful climax—could actually want me, for me. My damaged mind was making delusional comparisons while I tried to deal with finally letting go of Riley. I wasn't coping.

Fate? No, not fate. Maybe it was a cruel and annoying beacon to flag the ill health of my mind? I had next to no ability to really get a handle on my conflicting feelings.

I needed to change the subject.

"I'm sorry, I'm not...it's your turn. Tell me something." I asked. "Tell me about your sister?"

I recalled Angela said that Edward and his twin were close, but he'd only ever mentioned her in passing when he'd ignored her calls.

Were they as close as Angela implied?

"Alice..." he said her name reluctantly.

"You don't have to talk about her," I could sense he didn't want to, "I'm sor-"

He cut me off.

"No, I do, it's just hard. We're close. Well, we were a lot closer before she met her boyfriend, Jasper."

"You don't get along with him?" I queried.

"We get along brilliantly; he's one of my closest friends. It's not him per se. It's just that once she found him, her focus changed. I'm not the center of her world any more. He surpassed me one hundredfold. I'm happy for her, because Jasper is Alice's soul mate. They were always meant to be. They'll be together forever. My bond with Alice won't change, but we'll never have the same dependence on each other."

I couldn't imagine being bonded with a sibling, because I never had one. But I could sympathize with his feeling of loss when someone chose to focus on another person. In my case, I'd lost that person instantaneously and completely, like a sudden and unexpected death had occurred. I knew it couldn't be the same for Edward and his sister. I didn't even want to try to imagine; my stomach dipped even thinking about it.

"I don't know what that feels like." I said. I registered his reference to them being soul mates. I recalled his words to me in the lake, about us being twin souls.

I need to read his script!

Edward glided his hand through my hair. He was staring into my eyes and his attentive look reminded me of the first few nights we met in the bar. I could feel my body responding to his gaze and I could feel my face break out in a blush.

"Yes, you do. I know you feel it," he said cryptically. "This," he trailed the back of his fingers over the burning of my cheeks, "it gives you away. I can tell how you feel. Your thoughts may as well be written across your forehead," He said softly. "You love me."

Edward kissed me, but rather than the usual fire and passion burning quickly, it was soft and gentle.

Yes, I love you. But is love enough?

When he pulled back from the kiss, he looked instantly hesitant. His eyes drank in my semi-nakedness and he licked his lips.

"Everything will change tomorrow, Bella," he said in a soft whisper. "We'll both get everything we've ever wanted and more. It will be life-changing."

I stared at him, trying to understand. The song. Episode? Yes, he'll have a song to start his musical career. Is that the only thing he wants? Will he still want me tomorrow, once the song is official?

"We should go to sleep. Tomorrow will be..." he smiled and then closed his eyes as if trying to picture something. His hands squeezed me. "I need to shower," he whispered and then he slowly pulled away and got off the bed to head to the bathroom.

I felt a strange anxiousness wash over me.

What do I want? I want Edward. I want to continue to write and have my novel published. I want my family and friends to know Edward. Not the Hollywood actor, but my boyfriend. He says he loves me.

I should do my very best to get what I want. I deserve to have it all.

Don't I?

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A/N: *hides*

Hello to those readers that I shamed into making themselves known last chapter, it's wonderful to hear from you. I hope you hang in there and hold Bella's hand (or slap her about) next chapter. Episode will be official! I wonder how they'll celebrate…

Thanks to my beta CandyTwi (who is living it up in the UK)!

Thanks to Alby Mangroves (go and read The Dark Muse) for her keen eye and valued suggestions to this chapter. And finally thanks to MizzezPattinson (if she still has a pulse after seeing the Honeymoon footage).

Thanks for reading, Luv BBxx