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CHAPTER 34 – DECISIONS AND SURPRISES

Edward

"Jasper... what the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper-shout.

"Edward! Uh... what are you doing here?" he whisper-shouts back.

I step closer. "I asked you first."

A sugary voice draws our attention. "Can I help you gentlemen with anything?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Uh, no."

"Er, yes?"

I roll my eyes and smile at the sales lady. "I'm sorry about that, ma'am. Can my friend and I have a moment to talk?"

She wanders away, looking as confused as I feel.

"Jazz!" I'm still whisper-shouting. "Are you here for what I think you're here for?" Shit... we can't both buy the same thing at the same time... can we?

He screws his face up and takes me in for a moment. "Um... no? Or, maybe? What are you here for?"

He's trying to trick me. "I asked you first."

A sly smile comes over his face. "Ahhh... you don't need to tell me, Edward. It's rolling off you in waves, my friend."

I rake my hand through my hair. "Damn-it, Jasper. We can't get the same... kind of item... at the same time!"

"Oh. Are you buying emeralds for Bella too?"

What?

I narrow my eyes at him... he's been fucking with me. "You're buying emeralds for Alice?"

"Yessir. She's wearing a gorgeous black gown to the charity ball, and I wanted to get her emeralds to match her pretty eyes."

Sonofabitch.

"Then why are you in this section?" I gesture towards the sparkle-filled display case.

"I was hoping there might be an emerald solitaire over here. But no such luck... the emerald selection is surprisingly lacking. I think I'll head out to another jeweller. I might even have to go online to find what I want. Hey, if I do, can I come over to Bella's to search? I don't want Alice to find out and ruin the surprise."

I nod stupidly. "Sure, Jazz. I'm sure that would be fine."

As he turns toward the exit, my protective big brother instinct takes over.

"Hey, Jasper? Hang on a second... just when the hell are you going to get one of these..." I nod to a poster of a happy couple admiring a huge diamond ring, "...for my sister?"

"Oh... she already has something like that, Edward... it's just that she wears it in a place that only I will see it." He waggles his eyebrows and strides out the door.

What the...? Oh hell! That's a visual I didn't need.

Shit! I race out the door. "Jazz!"

He turns, smiling. "Yeah?"

I shrug. "We didn't see each other here."

"Who are you?" He chuckles as he spins around and heads down the street.

I turn back into the store, pulling out of my pocket the delicate twist-tie that I used to measure Bella's ring size while she slept this morning. I wonder if what Jasper just said means that he and Alice are engaged. Why wouldn't they tell anyone? Hah – imagine people asking to see the ring! Ugh – there's that visual again. Fuzzy kittens... fuzzy kittens... fuzzy kittens...

Bella

"Oh Rose... I'm in such an emotional whirlwind. I love Edward so deeply – it's more than I ever realized I could actually feel. And you and the rest of your family... you're so accepting of me. It was just Dad and me for so long... I'm overwhelmed, in a good way! But I'm tortured, Rose. I hate that I've brought this... this... whatever it is... into your lives. It's not fair!"

"Bells, sweetie, please stop worrying about that. We love you; you're one of us now. And that's all there is to it. You belong to us, and we belong to you... and we all look out for each other."

I nod and blink back tears.

"Okay... enough of that." Rose tops up our coffee and sits back down next to me. "So... tell me!"

"Tell you what?"

"About you and Edward and Forks! How was it?" Then she elbows me and tilts her head toward mine conspiratorially. "Is he good in bed?" Wow, she does get straight to the point.

"Err... I have no basis for comparison, but he was more amazing than I ever imagined; and I have imagined a lot." Of course, my cheeks are burning.

"How badly did it hurt... you know, the first time? Because Edward seems to be packing a lot of heat, if you know what I mean?"

Oh jeez! "Um, it hardly hurt at all, actually. I expected way more pain, but it was just a pinching, burning feeling; then it was gone and I just felt incredible... and stretched, but in a good way. And there was only the slightest trace of blood." I cannot keep the goofy grin off my face.

"Wow... and you weren't using a vibrator or anything beforehand?" Her eyes are wide.

"Nope. Just... um... just his fingers." Oh yeah, I'm blushing.

"Were you into gymnastics or horseback riding?"

I shake my head. "God no... I was way too uncoordinated for that!"

"Then your hymen must have been one of those more open ones. You lucky girl! I googled it once and there's this great wikipedia page on different types of hymens." She pulls out her phone. "Here, let me bring it up."

"No! I mean... that's okay, Rose. I believe you." Change of topic needed! "Um... so Alice says you're wearing red to the charity ball?"

"Oooh, yes! Bella, my dress is gorgeous! It's strapless red satin with a section cut out of the lower back... so sexy! I haven't decided what jewelry to wear with it yet. I think Emmett may be buying me something special! He and Alice are out shopping this morning..."

Rosalie theorizes for a while on what kind of jewelry Emmett might be getting for her, and it starts me thinking that I really don't have anything special to wear with my dress. The nicest jewels I own are the pearl-drop earrings Jake gave me last Christmas. They're pretty, but I have nothing to coordinate with them. I guess I'd better go shopping.

Having finished my gown yesterday, Rose brought it and the Jimmy Choo gold sandals along with her this morning. Edward picks me up at twelve-thirty, and as he is helping me load the dress and shoes into the back seat of the Cayenne, I ask, "Is Alice home yet?"

"I don't think so, sweetheart. She went shopping with Emmett this morning... we might not see her until opening."

"Oh well, I've got lots of time."

Edward looks at me quizzically. "For what, babe?"

"I need to get some jewelry to wear with my gown to the charity ball. I didn't even think about it until Rosalie mentioned it this morning. All I've got is a small pair of pearl drop earrings that Jake gave me last Christmas. I think I'd like to go get something new."

Edward gives me the strangest smile. "You should do that, Bells. Hey, I've got an idea for a mushroom sandwich for lunch... are you interested?"

"Totally... I'm starting to get hungry."

"Excellent – I've been to the market, so let's go right home and get you fed. Oh, and I'm going to make you some lily and camas frites with seasonings I worked on this morning... I've already got the ingredients at the loft."

I really like it that he called it 'the loft' instead of 'your loft'.

Edward carries my dress up the stairs for me and we hang it carefully in the closet... right next to a Gucci tuxedo suit bag that I don't remember being there before. Then, I set my Jimmy Choo shoe box down next to a Gucci shoe box on the closet floor. I look up, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, uh... they called this morning so I went and picked it up. Was I too presumptuous in bringing it here? I can take it over to my place if you want... yeah I should probably do that."

I grab his arm as he reaches for it. "Edward! You will do no such thing! I am beyond thrilled that you brought it here, and I want it to stay here... where it belongs."

His lips crash into mine and he lifts me off the floor in a kind of bear hug, then he spins me around, still kissing me.

"God, I love you, Isabella."

"I love you too, sweetie. And if that's the reaction I get, then why don't you go ahead and bring a whole bunch more things over here!" I grin at him and he grins back...

"I will be taking you up on that offer, Miss Swan."

"I look forward to it, Chef Cullen."

I lead him back down to the kitchen, and that's when I notice a beautiful bouquet of pale pink and white peonies on the coffee table. "Oh Edward, they're gorgeous!" I hop over to them and take a deep inhale. "Mmm, they smell heavenly."

He looks up at me from the counter where he's slicing a couple of large bolete mushrooms. "I think you missed your new sunflower... it's very gold." He gestures toward the loft with his knife.

My smile gets even bigger as I run back up the stairs and dive onto the bed, rolling across it to the bedside table. Oh my, it's huge, and so pret... whats' this?

Hanging from the rim of the narrow-stemmed vase are two exquisite shiny gold earrings, each with three gold balls of graduated size hanging by gold chain. The smallest ball on each has a tiny red gem embedded in it. As I pick them up carefully, I notice there is also a woven gold band circling the base of the vase. It's a bracelet with a single row of clear gems circling the gold and binding it. As I sit there, stunned and ogling the beautiful gold jewelry in my hands, I hear Edward climb the stairs and stop by the bed behind me. Speechless and wide-eyed, I stand and turn to face him.

"They're eighteen karat gold, real rubies and diamonds... from some Italian designer collection. Alice said they would go with your dress and shoes. I, um, I wanted to get you a necklace too, but she insisted that your neck and shoulders are so lovely they are their own adornment. I have to say, I agree with that. Oh, and I got this as well..."

He holds out his hand out to mine and passes me a long string of small gold beads.

"It's for Alec to weave into your hair." He shrugs. "Another of Alice's ideas. She said you can use it as a necklace afterwards."

I think my mouth is hanging open. It is... crap. I close it.

"If you don't like them, we can exchange them... I'm sure you can find something you like..."

WHAT? No! I look down at the bracelet and earrings and back up to Edward.

"Uh... yeah. Well, they're maybe not your style, huh? I shouldn't have..."

I finally regain my power of speech. "Hey! No knocking my beautiful gold jewelry!"

With a beaming smile, he asks, "You like them? Really?"

I launch myself up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, smothering his gorgeous face with kisses. "Oh Edward... they're wonderful... of course I like them... I love them... thank you... thank you... thank you!"

He laughs out loud, a wonderful, happy laugh. "You are very welcome, my precious girl."

I slip on the bracelet and hold out my arm to admire it. "It's so elegant!"

His green eyes are burning as he says softly, "That's because you're elegant, Isabella."

He walks me to the dresser and I slide to the floor, stepping forward to the mirror. I tuck my hair behind my ears and don the earrings. Oh my, they are lovely. Edward slides his hands around my waist, rests his head on my shoulder, and grins at my reflection.

"I love them, Edward... thank you so much!" I turn and wrap my arms around neck and look into his eyes. "It was very thoughtful and I think they will look perfect with my dress."

"Sweetheart, anything will look perfect with your dress because it will be on you... for most of the night, anyway." I giggle as he waggles his eyebrows. Then he descends to kiss me tenderly and I twine my fingers into his hair as I melt into his embrace.

We kiss for a long time, the tenor never changing from gentle and sweet. Finally, Edward backs up to the bed and sits on the edge, positioning me sideways on his lap. He nuzzles my neck, placing soft kisses there as I caress his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispers against my skin.

Kissing his temple, I whisper back. "I love you too."

He cups my cheek and pulls back to look at me, the emotion in his eyes making my chest constrict. "Isabella, I..."

DING-DING.

I lean my forehead against his. "I wonder who that could be? Rose said Alice is shopping with Emmett." And I wonder what you were going to say.

From Edward's pocket, the Get Smart theme starts to play. What the...? Pulling out his phone, he answers. "Hey Jazz... oh that's you, is it? No, we're decent. Just getting lunch..."

I get up and indicate I'm going to the door to let him in.

"Bella's just coming to let you in." Edward ends the call and starts down the stairs as I open the door.

"Hey Jazz! Come on in."

"Hey Bells, Edward. I was wondering if I could use your computer to do a little online shopping? I don't want to take a chance on Alice finding out what I'm looking for. Of course, I could do it back in the loft and simply clear the browser history and cache... but I'd like your opinion, too."

"Sure," I indicate my laptop on the breakfast bar. "What are you shopping for?"

Edward resumes making lunch. "Jazz, will you have lunch with us?"

"Thanks man, that would be great. And Bella, to answer your question, I'm looking for something special for Alice to wear with her dress to the charity ball. I'm thinking emeralds. What do you think?"

My eyes pop open. "Jasper... that would be wonderful! They would look so lovely on her, especially with her green eyes! Hey... isn't that a coincidence, Edward?"

They both look at me questioningly. Jeez, it's obvious to me.

"It's coincidental that you just gave me some jewelry for the ball and now Jasper is looking for some for Alice. And you know what? Rose thinks that's what Alice and Emmett are doing today too!"

Edward and Jasper both laugh and say at the same time, "They are."

"Hoss, you owe me a beer."

I chuckle as Edward strolls to the fridge and pulls out a Corona. "Lime?"

"Please. So, Bells... what did Edward give you?" That was an odd glance that just passed between Edward and Jasper... huh.

"Bells?"

"Oh! Sorry Jazz." I hold out my arm. "He gave me this gold bracelet..." I pull back my hair with my other hand, "and these beautiful gold earrings!"

"Well hells, Bells... they sure are pretty."

I flush with pleasure. "I know! I love them!"

"When did you get them, Edward?" Jasper asks as Edward passes him his beer.

"On the same day Alice and I ordered my tuxedo."

Jasper smirks oddly. "Ah, I see. Good job, my friend."

Jazz and I sit side by side in front of my laptop while my handsome chef goes back to his mushroom sandwiches.

"Okay Bells, let's hunt down some gorgeous green rocks for my gorgeous lady."

Edward

Jesus christ... Jasper is ordering over fourteen thousand dollars worth of emerald and diamond jewelry for Alice. Way to make me look cheap, dude. Damn.

Of course, I did drop a cool twenty thousand on my purchase this morning. Feeling rather like Bilbo Baggins, I reach down and pat my hip to ensure it's still sitting snugly inside its little black velvet pouch in my pocket. I don't know when it will be... but I'll be ready when the perfect moment presents itself.

I've been trying not to second-guess myself all morning. I wanted to get her the biggest diamond they had... but two and a half karats would look gaudy on Bella's delicate hand and I know she would feel uncomfortable with it. I fervently hope the one and a half karat stone will be to her liking. One of the reasons I chose the particular setting is because it doesn't make the actual size of the diamond stand out as much. And of course, it's breathtaking, like my angel.

"Edward?"

"Huh?"

"I asked, is lunch almost ready?" She's wearing the most adorable smile. She's happy for Alice, not a jealous bone in her sweet body. God, I love her.

"Oh, sorry... yeah, I'm just going to pop these under the broiler to melt the cheese."

After sautéing the sliced mushrooms with garlic-infused olive oil and a few sprigs of thyme, I left them to drain on a paper towel while I cut a baguette into three sections and sliced them open. Once I had drizzled them with more of the garlic olive oil, salt and pepper, I added the mushrooms and topped them with shredded swiss... damn, my mouth is watering.

While the mushrooms were cooking, I heated some goose fat in a deep pan and retrieved the round slices of lily and camas root that I had placed in cold water earlier, drying them thoroughly. I fried the camas in just enough fat to cover the slices, now the lily root, dusted in cumin-based seasoning, is cooking.

"Edward my friend, those sandwiches sure do smell good." Jasper swigs the last of his beer but shakes his head when I offer him another.

"Nah... how about some coffee instead?"

"I'll do it!" Bella hops into the kitchen and grinds some of my favourite roast. She's incredibly thoughtful when it comes to little things like buying my favourite coffee, folding my chef jackets as soon as the dryer is done so they don't wrinkle, setting the alarm nine minutes early so I can have my snooze.

It occurs to me that being with Bella is domestic bliss. And I want it to continue... forever.

"Mmm! Edward, I love the frites. You're right about the camas – it's excellent with just salt and pepper. And the cumin mix is perfect on the lily... but I'm kind of sad to lose the chipotle."

"Don't worry, baby... there'll be chipotle in the dry rub for the elk. And I'm thinking of drizzling a little sour cream-based sauce and a subtle version of my bourbon barbeque sauce around the plate."

"Ooh... that's brilliant!"

"I just think it all tastes fuckin' A, man."

I laugh. "Thanks Jazz."

"You know, Edward, there was something I wanted to ask you... about the new security cameras in the restaurant."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"It seems there was about twenty minutes of scrambled video from the office on Wednesday night... started around ten-thirteen or so." He glances up at me with a raised eyebrow... meanwhile Bella is looking panicked, her eyes bouncing from me to Jasper. I reach over and place my hand over hers.

"So what was clear on the recording?"

"Well, let's see. You sauntered into the office, sat against the desk, pulled out your keychain and pointed it toward the camera. It went fuzzy just as you smirked and waved." Speaking of smirking... Jazz is doing a good job of it now.

Bella looks somewhat relieved.

"And then?" I ask, knowing full well that none of our tryst was recorded.

"Oh, about twenty minutes later the normal recording resumed to an empty office."

I hear Bella's sigh of relief. "So what did you want to ask me, Jasper?"

He raises an eyebrow and grins. "Do y'all like your birthday present?"

Before I can respond, his cell phone starts playing the opening notes to the Pink Panther theme song. He pulls it out and answers, "Hey darlin'," and then Bella and I look at each other and smile.

"We're in Bella's loft, just finished lunch... sure, see you in a minute... me too, darlin'." He tucks his phone away and turns back to the table. "What?"

"The Pink Panther?" Bella asks.

"Yep. It's sultry and sexy, just like my little lady." Argh... fuzzy kittens... fuzzy kittens...

On cue, there's a knock at the door and then Alice dances in and jumps onto Jasper's lap, all smiles and exhilaration. It's her typical post-shopping euphoria.

"Good shopping, Alice?" Bella inquires. Alice tears her eyes from Jasper for a moment to glance at Bella, and then does a double-take.

She squeals, "OH MY GOD! He gave them to you! Do you like them? They look great! They're going to look fabulous with your gown!"

Bella's hand reaches up to touch one of her earrings. "I love them... they're perfect, just like Edward." She smiles at me bashfully and it makes me want to dive onto my knee. I don't, of course. Not in front of other people... that would be too weird for me.

"Did Emmett find something for Rose?" I hope he did, now that I've given Bella hers.

My sister nods excitedly. "Ooh, yes! We went to Neimans and Tiffany's and Bloomies – that's where he finally found what he wanted. He got her a pair of gorgeous red onyx earrings and a matching ring. She's going to love them!"

Jasper and I exchanged a look when Alice mentioned Tiffany's, and I thank my lucky stars she and Emmett didn't walk in while I was there. I know my pixie can keep a secret, but there's no way Em could keep his big trap shut. Thankfully Bella had started to clear the table and didn't see the look we gave each other. Alice on the other hand... she's giving us both a raised eyebrow. I give her the slightest of head shakes and she recovers immediately.

"Edley, wasn't your tuxedo supposed to be ready today? Did you get it?"

"Sure did, Ali-cat. And the shoes. They're upstairs." I gesture toward the loft with a nod.

Now both eyebrows are raised... and she's smiling that smile. "You know, I've noticed the laundry at our place has been reduced by about a third... it seems like your clothes and things are slowly migrating away."

Biting my lip, I glance at Bella. She's biting her lip too. Her eyes meet mine and we break into grins. I shrug and Bella replies, "Extra closet space becoming available must be a good thing for you, Alice!"

I laugh out loud as Alice's look becomes thoughtful and a greedy smile creeps across her face. "Edward, do you need help moving any more clothes?"

Behind me, Bella bends and whispers in my ear. "You can bring it all as far as I'm concerned." Did my girl just ask me to move in with her?

I can feel my eyes burn with intensity as I turn to confirm. "All of it?"

She sits in the chair next to me and places her hands on my thigh and squeezes. Her eyes are equally intense as she quietly speaks. "Every bit, babe."

Bella

Holy shit... I just asked Edward to move in with me... in front of Alice and Jasper... holy shit.

It just seems logical... he sleeps here every night, even before we went to Forks. So if he's sleeping here, it's silly to get up and have breakfast with me, then go to his place for a shower and fresh clothes, only to come back over for lunch with me... right?

Damned straight.

These thoughts have raced through my head in a fraction of a second.

I'm waiting for his answer.

Waiting.

"Isabella..."

Oh no! I shouldn't have said anything... it's too soon... it's too soon...

A wide, happy smile adorns his beautiful face. "I'd love that, sweetheart."

Woo hoo! It's not too soon... it's not too soon!

I jump into Edward's lap, straddling his thighs, and kiss him soundly as his arms slide around my back and pull me to him. Oh how I love my chef!

A clearing throat pops our bubble.

"So... you officially live here now?" Alice asks, her eyes huge.

Edward and I glance at each other and smile, answering in unison. "Yes."

"You owe me breakfast in bed, sweetheart."

"Mmm... absolutely... how about tomorrow morning?"

"Oh! You just reminded me, Bells. Emmett wanted me to tell you two that there is a car show in Issaquah tomorrow – it's some classic Chevy club – he thought you might want to go. He said Issaquah's only about a half-hour away. He emailed you a link, Edward."

My chef turns into a little boy as he lifts me off his lap and goes to the breakfast station where my laptop still sits.

"Hey, this looks like a lot of fun, Bella. Can we go?"

How can I possibly say no to that face?

"Will we have time?" I know we will, or else he wouldn't have asked... but I can't help teasing him a little.

"Sure, if we go early..."

"Then it sounds like a date!"

.~.~.~.

It's eleven thirty and Alice and I are finishing office paperwork while Edward and his staff complete their nightly scrub down. I've been thinking about my dreams, and Alice's.

"Alice... do you think it's really Dad and Jake communicating with me in my dreams?"

She takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment before responding.

"Yes, I think some part of their essence is connecting with some part of your essence and that's manifesting in your dreams."

"But how and why would they know if something is going to happen to me?"

A shrug. "I have no idea... maybe it's the same kind of thing as when I get premonitions about the future."

"They're having premonitions in the afterlife and trying to warn me? Why don't more people get warnings about impending danger from deceased loved ones?"

"Maybe they do, but they don't remember, like you, and don't talk in their sleep. Like you."

"Huh... so why are you dreaming about them?"

"Well... it could be because I'm picking up on your subconscious... or maybe their reaching out to my essence too because I'm so close to you, or because I'm easier to reach because of my whole premonition thing. After all, I remember the dreams and you don't."

I nod. It sounds plausible, but...

"So, what about the timeline, though. My dreams started quite a while ago... why so long ago, do you think?"

"Time could work differently... there, wherever they are. Or maybe we perceive time differently then they do."

"Yeesh... this is getting a little too abstract for me. I think I'll leave the metaphysics to you, Ali-cat."

She giggles and I can't help but join in... only my laugh is nervous.

"I'm scared, Alice," I whisper.

She puts her arm around my shoulder, and it feels so comforting.

"I know, honey. We're all scared."

"Do you think something will happen at the charity ball? That Aro might be up to something?"

"You know, I realize that Jasper felt Aro was concealing something, but he said it was more mischievous than evil. And honestly, Bella, I was way more nervous about you going to Forks than I am about this ball. My gut tells me there's some kind of Forks connection involved in whatever is going down... and that just doesn't seem to fit with Aro's event."

"Except that I'm from Forks... and a key portion of the food is coming from there... oh, and Mike Newton, one of our suppliers, is from there. So that's three direct Forks links to the ball."

She scrunches her nose and shakes her head. "Yeah, but it still doesn't mesh for me. Of course, that's not to say we shouldn't take every possible precaution. And you should definitely stay away from that stream on the Volturi estate."

"Oh don't worry... I was planning on it." I plan to be virtually attached to at least one Cullen or Whitlock for the entire evening.

"So, how are the plans for the dinner portion of the ball?"

"Actually, everything on our end is very much under control." I'm quite proud of myself for the organization I've accomplished. "The food is all ordered, deliveries scheduled and the estate guards have a list that I will go over with them personally on the day before. As you know, I took on a little extra over what was strictly necessary on our side, to help ease the burden on poor Renata. The rentals are all arranged – that includes all dinner tables and chairs, dinnerware and linens, and they will be delivered to Volterra on Saturday, September third. The flowers are ordered – each table will have a large bowl vase with a flotilla of red roses. The catering company is supplying all cooking apparatus, cooks, servers and busboys. The cooks will all be wearing white chefs' jackets with scarlet embroidery, the servers and busboys white shirts and red ties. The servers will have long ties, the busboys will have bow ties, and all of them will have black trousers. I've also ordered a scarlet chef jacket for Edward. The scrub down and cleaning is all arranged. Oh, and the printer is ready to do the menu cards as soon as Edward has it finalized. And, let's see... each of the suppliers has been invited and allotted a small table in the lobby where they can place a tasteful display and brochures. And they've each been assigned seating at different tables for maximum exposure."

Alice nods thoughtfully. "What if it rains, or is windy, or both?"

"Aro is renting what is basically a portable building... actually four of them that will be joined together. They come with a stage and dance floor, and amazingly nice restrooms."

"You've done an awesome job, Bella... I knew you would! So when is Edward going to do a complete menu prep and tasting?"

"The day after tomorrow – Monday – and again a week later. Then he will meet with the cooks and servers at Volterra early on Sunday, September fourth to give them a menu tasting, demonstrations and instructions. He might be late getting to work that day, but Garrett will be here, so no worries."

"Wow, it's going to be a hectic couple of weeks... and Edward is moving in with you to boot. I hope you guys can get through it with no major upsets."

That's an odd comment... Alice is usually more positive and supportive.

"Do you think we'll have problems, Alice?"

"No, not really. It's just that Edward is going to be under a lot of stress, and he might get cranky. You know, classic temperamental chef."

I smile. "I think I can help him with his stress relief."

.~.~.~.

"And you're sure you're comfortable having a roommate?" He passes me my coffee and then we pull away from the Starbucks drive-through on the outskirts of Seattle.

"Bella, Alice has been my roommate for two years, and besides, I lived with... people... long before her."

"Yes, I realize that. I'm just afraid I'll crowd you or something. I mean, we don't even have a room with a door, other than the washrooms and closets."

"True... but there's always Alice. She's got a huge place with rooms that we can go to. Although, babe, I honestly can't imagine any scenario where I would need to get away from you... unless I'm wrapping your Christmas gifts or something like that." He grins and pulls my hand to his lips. Oh my... Christmas with Edward and the Cullens... it sounds wonderful!

I beam at him. "I love you so... completely. And you fit into my life like there was always an empty Edward Cullen-shaped space waiting for you to fill it. You've made my existence whole."

He swallows and tears his eyes away from the road for maybe a little too long.

"I love you too, Isabella. I never knew I could feel the depth of emotion you've brought out in me. You make me feel like... like more than I was before. I want it to never end."

We both fall silent for a few moments, watching the scenery as we pass it by.

"So, where exactly is Issaquah?" Damn, damn, damn, he is looking very fine this morning. We were both so tired last night... we simply cuddled and fell asleep in our bed. Our bed! And this morning was a rush to get going for this car show. I am missing my man. I wonder if I have an abnormal sex drive?

"It's on the I-90, just east of Lake Sammamish. I think we're close."

"Oh... so, won't have to leave the interstate before we get there?" God... he's wearing his Ray-Bans. And that jawline... could he look any sexier? I want to lick him.

"That's right... why?"

"Um... no reason... it's just, you know, this old truck... well, it belonged to Billy from when it was very young... and I don't know if it's ever been, you know, properly broken in."

"What?" He checks the odometer, even though he's got all the dashboard readings memorized, I'm sure. "Nah... with this many miles on it? It's long broken in, Bells."

Hmm. I undo my seatbelt and slide over to the middle of the seat, buckling the lap belt around my hips. Placing my hand on his thigh, I speak in what I hope is a sexy voice.

"Yes, but I'm referring to a more intimate kind of breaking in, Edward."

His thigh muscle flexes deliciously and his voice deepens. "Oh really? Do tell, Isabella."

I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder, tracing circles on his thigh. "Well... this is a very large and spacious seat... it would be quite accommodating for any activity requiring, shall we say, wiggle room?"

He groans, his voice husky now. "Say 'wiggle' again, baby."

I reach up so my lips are just barely scraping his earlobe and whisper, "Wiggle."

"Fuuuck, Bella. I don't care where it goes – we're taking the next goddamned exit."

We both groan as we approach the next green sign. It reads:

Issaquah

NEXT 3 EXITS

"Shit."

"It's okay, Edward. There's always the drive home." And I have plans for you, my darling.

Edward

Now who the hell is that? Jesus, I leave her for two damned minutes to get some lemonade and the wolves descend. The guy looks like he's about to eat her. He'd better back the fuck off.

As I approach, their voices become clearer.

"You're an awfully pretty little thing to be here all alone, sweet cheeks. You should have a man to drive you around in your nice red truck."

"I'm not here alone," Bella reads the name embroidered on his bowling shirt, "...Bubba. I'm here with my boyfriend. Ah, here he is now."

I pass her a drink, scowling at Bubba.

"Edward, my love, Bubba here was just telling me that I'm a pretty little thing with sweet cheeks... isn't that what you said... Bubba?"

Well that deflated Bubba. How does she do that? I was ready to knock him to the ground, and now all I can do is laugh at him.

"Well, baby, I would have to concur with Bubba's findings one hundred percent." I turn to the poor guy, who has turned beet red. "I guess that makes me one lucky son-of-a-bitch, now doesn't it... Bubba?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, man." He turns and lopes away, shaking his head.

Bella falls against me, giggling. "Poor Bubba!"

"More like lucky Bubba. If he had gotten any closer to you..."

"Oh Edward," she smiles up at me with beautiful, twinkling eyes, "you're my knight in shining armour."

I pull her tightly to me. "And you're my maiden, Isabella... mine. Every man-ape here is ogling you. It's starting to get to me." I lean down and kiss her possessively. And she responds... enthusiastically.

"Mmm... you're also my caveman, baby." She stretches up to nip at me earlobe before whispering, "And I love it!"

She takes my empty drink cup with her own and deposits them in a garbage can a few feet away, and I watch her the whole time, thoroughly enjoying the view.

"Oh, and by the way?" She returns and reaches for my hand. "You've been drawing your fair share of female attention too. There were a couple of girls on the other side of the lot who barely escaped with their eyes intact, because I was ready to scratch them out."

I pull her tight to my side. "Let's head down that way, babe. I heard a guy at the concession stand say there are some sweet Bel Airs down there. Then we should probably head out."

Wandering past the antique vehicles, we happen upon a particularly noisy crowd. As we step closer to see what all the commotion is about, I'm suddenly yanked away from Bella by a tall blonde with huge, obviously fake tits in a wet white tank top, tiny hot pink satin shorts and crystal stripper heels. "What the fuck?" I protest as the bimbo pulls me into a gaggle of identically dressed and endowed women, squealing "How about this one, girls? He's hot!" I try to pull away, but she and several others push me into the driver's seat of a baby pink nineteen fifty-seven Chevy Bel Air Convertible with the top down, and all the women start to pile in around me, giggling and squealing. Uncomfortable doesn't begin to describe how I'm feeling. I search the crowd for Bella, but all I can see are horny men drooling over these vacuous twits.

Then a shrill whistle cuts through the noise and everyone falls silent as a gap forms among the onlookers and my girl walks through. She looks murderous.

"Ladies, this gentleman is a human being, not a piece of meat to be dragged around and used on your whim. If you would like him to pose with you, why not ask him, instead of literally dragging him from the arms of his girlfriend and treating him like an object?" She is seething, and I am so fucking turned on, I jump over the door to get to her.

Without sparing the twat brigade a second glance, I take Bella's hand and guide her through the crowd, heading straight for her truck.

"Edward?" She has to run a little to keep up with me. "Edward, I'm sorry. Don't be mad... I lost my temper. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

We reach the truck and I spin her around, pushing her up against the door and kissing her fiercely. Grinding my erection into her, I whisper urgently into her ear.

"Christ, Bella... I'm not mad or embarrassed, baby. I'm fucking turned on... that was the hottest thing you've ever done. God, you looked so angry and possessive... fuck... it went straight to my cock. I need you, Isabella. I need you soon or I might explode."

I pull back and her eyes are almost black with passion. "Let's go. You drive."

As soon as we're moving, Bella starts palming my erection. "Mmm, Edward... I want to taste you. And I don't want to wait." We turn onto the interstate as she unbuttons my khakis and lowers the zipper, then reaches inside my boxer briefs to grasp my aching cock. She releases her seatbelt with her other hand and curls up on the seat next to me. "Can I lick you, baby? Do you want me to lick and kiss you?"

"Jesusfuckingchrist... yes..." I shift in my seat, pushing my hips further out on the seat so she had better access. And I say a silent thank you for my long legs, which allow a nice, comfortable, head-sized distance between the steering wheel and my lap.

Her hot, wet mouth sheaths my cock and I thrust involuntarily. Holy shit.

I check the mirrors for large trucks or busses... nothing. And no cops. Okay... we're good.

"Fuuuck, baby," I moan as she starts licking my dick like an ice-cream cone. She envelops me again, taking me deep.

I say another silent thank you for my long arms as I reach to slide my hand under her skirt and slip my fingers inside her panties. "God, baby... you're dripping. Jesus, your wet pussy feels so fucking good."

She responds with a humming moan and more suction, her talented tongue doing magical things to my most sensitive parts. I circle my fingers around her slippery opening. And I have to fight against closing my eyes.

I make a snap decision to take an exit we're passing and swerve to make the ramp. After a little ways, I turn into a narrow gravel road that's densely lined with leafy trees. Perfect – I park in a grassy pull-out and cut the engine.

"Bella, baby... christ that feels so fucking good, sweetheart. I want to taste you too... at the same time. I push on her panties and she reaches back and squirms out of them, without letting go of my cock. "Let me lie down, baby, and kneel over my face."

She moans around my dick and allows me to maneuver under her. Reaching up, I grab her hips and pull her sweet pussy down to my face. As I deliver a long, slow lick from her clit to her opening, she shudders and sucks harder, causing me to thrust up into her mouth with my cock and into her core with my tongue. Fuck, this is insanely hot.

We continue, wild and feral – sucking and licking and thrusting and tongue-fucking – until Bella bears down against my face and shatters above me, moaning and whimpering around my throbbing dick.

"Isabella... I've got to be buried in you, baby. I want to fuck your pretty pussy and come inside you."

With a final deep-throat and swirling lick, she pulls away from my cock and I slide out from under her. Sitting up in the middle of the bench seat, I pull her to straddle my lap and push into her, groaning loudly.

In a husky voice, she moans, "Jesus, Edward, I love your cock!"

"And I love your pussy... it was a beautiful view, sweetheart, but so it this." I cup her face with my hands and stare into her hooded eyes before drawing her mouth to mine. We move together slowly and sensually as she meets my every thrust with a downward swivel of her hips.

"Edward... I love you..." she rasps, her forehead resting against mine.

"I love you too, baby. It made me crazy the way those idiots were staring at you, staring at what's mine. They... can't... fucking... have... you." To emphasize my meaning, I thrust with every word.

"Ahhh..." she's panting now, angling her hips to get friction where she needs it, "I'm the only one you do this to... those vapid sluts wanted you, but they can't fucking have you... right Edward? They can't have you... only me."

Her possessiveness hits me hard, triggering an orgasm. My fingers dig into her hips – I'm sure there will be bruises – and I slam her hard onto my cock, holding her there firmly as I shoot stream after stream of hot cum deep into her core. "Only you, baby... only ever you..."

"YESSS!" She tightens and throws her head back as her climax throbs around my shaft.

.~.~.~.

"Where are you going so early, sweetheart? You're not going alone, are you?" I check the clock – crap, it's almost time for me to get up anyway.

"Of course not, Edward. But I know you are doing your first complete menu run-through today and you need to get started pretty much right away. I've got a few errands to run, so Alice and Jasper are coming with me. We'll be back soon and meet you down at the restaurant to help out, okay?"

"Sure, that's fine. Where are you going?"

"Oh... I've got to drop off and pick up some dry-cleaning, and get a few things at the store."

She piles several dresses over her arm, including the red flowy one she wore last night.

"Mmm, baby, you looked so good in that dress last night... my lady in red. Of course, you looked even better when I peeled it off you."

Now I'm moaning pathetically. "God, you were fantastic last night, sweetheart. And yesterday in the truck." Ahh, painful morning wood. I look at her hopefully. "How long before Alice and Jasper get here?"

DING-DING

She grins and shrugs. "Sorry, babe. We'll make up for it later, I promise!" She blows me a kiss and hops down over the stairs, leaving me to play tent.

Bella

"Bella, it's so sweet that you're buying a guitar for Edward! I haven't heard him play since before he went away to culinary school. He used to be really good."

"Trust me Alice, he still is good. He blew me away at the bonfire in La Push. And I could tell he really enjoyed playing. I made up my mind immediately that he had to have a guitar again, and soon."

"And Laurent hooked you up?"

"Yeah." We pull up in front of the music store. "He said his friend is expecting me."

.~.~.~.

"Hells, Bells. Edward is going to be blown away when you give him that guitar. What's it called again?" Jasper was like a kid in a candy shop inside the music store – he couldn't stay in one spot long enough to hear all the info about the vintage guitar I bought.

"Its a nineteen sixty-two ES335. Norman said it's one of the most versatile guitars ever made."

Alice nods in agreement. "I googled it on my phone while you were chatting with him, Bella. It's a sweet instrument... and five thousand was an excellent price! It says here that they are often valued at over thirty thousand, but are currently selling for around seven thousand. Edward is going to be thrilled with it! It was so thoughtful of you to buy him a vintage model."

"I thought it had a lot more character than those new, basic acoustic types. I want him to have something special. So, you'll keep it in your bedroom closet for me?" It's the one place I know where Edward fears to tread.

Alice nods happily. "It will be totally safe in there! When are you going to give it to him?"

"Okay, this may sound weird... but I want to give it to him for my birthday. See, the way I look at it, I enjoyed his playing so much that hearing him play again will be like receiving a gift instead of giving it."

"Ohmygod that's right! Your birthday is coming up! Oh, Bella! I want to do a party... at Mom and Dad's house! It will be perfect!"

NO! "Um, Alice? I really don't do celebrations for my birthday... I'm not too keen on being the centre of attention. It makes me uncomfortable. So, I'd really rather you didn't throw a party."

She hasn't said anything. I glance up to the rearview mirror and catch Jasper's eyes. His brow is furrowed.

"Alice?"

Finally, she turns around to face me from the passenger seat. Oh my god... I broke Alice.

"Er, Bells? You don't stand a chance." Jasper's eyes crinkle like he's smiling.

"OHMYGODBELLA! PLEASESAYYOU'REJOKING! THERE'SNOWAYWECAN'TCELEBRATEYOURBIRTHDAY!" Her eyes are huge and round.

"Um..."

"BELLA! YOUCAN'TDOTHISTOME! YOU'REMYBESTFRIEND! WEHAVETOHAVEAPARTY!" She looks like someone just told her that every time she has an orgasm, god kills a puppy.

"But, Al..."

"PLEASEBELLA? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE? OHMYGODPLEASE?" She's going to need eyedrops if she doesn't blink soon.

"Gah! Jeez, Alice... FINE. Fine. You can throw me a damned party."

"Yay!" she sings and bounces in her seat, her eyes returning to their normal size and shape. How the hell did she do that? "Oh, it's going to be so much fun, Bella! You'll love it, I promise!"

"Bah humbug."

When we get to Wild, Edward has completed a fair amount of prep. I join him in the kitchen to help where I can – grinding fresh ginger with a mortar and pestle, filling ravioli, straining consommé – and while Alice and Jasper stand at the pass watching us. Edward explains his menu to them in detail, and eventually we have all of the dishes ready to cook, except for the desserts. Those we will do afterwards and bring to his parents' house tonight.

This is the first time I've worked with Edward in his restaurant kitchen, and I'm really enjoying it. Of course, it's not like working during a service when the pressure would be constant and Edward would cease to be my boyfriend, becoming instead the controlling and scary head chef. I'm not sure either one of us could handle that.

As the four of us sample each consecutive dish, Edward becomes more and more confident of his choices for the menu. The flavours are unique and wonderful, and flow very nicely from one dish to the next.

"Edward," Alice is bouncing again, "this is an awesome menu! You've done an incredible job!"

He gets up to start clearing the table. "Yeah, I think it's pretty good. But let's see what Aro says when he tastes it next week."

.~.~.~.

Alice and Jasper went to work out after lunch while Edward and I spent the rest of the afternoon making enough of his desserts for everyone to sample in Edmonds. We went in the Vanquish again, and Edward made me drive there while he watched and told me what watching me drive his car made him want to do to me. Thanks to his vibrant and naughty imagination, I was a quivering mess when we got to his parents' house. Rose and Emmett were running late, so Edward announced he was taking me for a walk to the beach. It seemed like Alice was about to offer to come along when Jasper reached for her arm and whispered in her ear. She suddenly decided her muscles were sore from her workout and she winked at me with an evil grin when she told us to have fun.

As soon as we were in the trees, Edward lifted me into his arms and kissed me feverishly. He told me he wanted me fast and hard. Only too willing, I was bent over against a tree in seconds and he pounded into me furiously, telling me over and over how hot and sexy I was. I was so turned on, I came twice before he finally spilled into me, declaring I was the only one for him and he could never get enough of loving me. Needless to say, we were both very relaxed and happy when we returned from our walk.

Now, Rose and Emmett have arrived, so I'm preparing to serve eight cups of coffee while Edward plates up the beignes and honey-cheese cake. He keeps finding reasons to brush against me, kissing my cheek or neck or shoulder each time he does. Finally I grab the big tease and scale him, smearing some blackcurrant sauce on his lips. Emmett walks into the kitchen as I am licking it off.

"WOOT! FOOD PORN IN THE KITCHEN, PEOPLE!"

Edward groans as I suck on his top lip one more time before he speaks. "Jeez, Em, when did you become such a cockblocker?"

Emmett shrugs, grinning and pleased with himself. "Oh come on, Edward. It's all in fun. Hey, what's this I hear about your change of address?"

Edward and I both grin, but I answer, hanging backwards off of my man and addressing Emmett from an upside-down point of view. "I have a new roommate, and he's really cute! Now, help us bring the coffee and dessert into the dining room, would you Big Em? I believe we need to have a sit-down with your parents."

"Oh, Edward... this is so delicious! You are such a talented chef!" Esme is loving the cheesecake.

"Thanks Mom. It's a local soft cheese infused with honey, and I used creme fraiche – I think that really adds a special dimension of flavour."

Rose and I are nodding in agreement. The taste is truly heavenly.

"Son, this little jelly donut is incredible. You wouldn't happen to have brought more?"

Edward and I smile at each other. He correctly predicted that his father would want seconds on the beigne.

"Yes, Dad. I brought extra for you..." Emmett opens his mouth to protest, "... and Em." Smiling happily, Emmett holds up his plate for another helping.

After we all agree that the desserts will totally blow the minds of the gala attendees, Esme changes the topic. "So, Edward... am I correct in understanding that you have moved in with Bella?"

He glances at me and takes my hand. "Yes, Mom, that's right. I'm there all the time anyway, and we love each other, and we don't see any reason not..."

"Darling, I'm not criticizing you. Your father and I think it's wonderful that you two have taken this step. We'd be hypocritical if we thought anything else."

"Yes, Son, your mother and I were practically living together within a month of starting to date." Carlisle brings Esme's hand to his lips as he looks lovingly into her eyes.

"Oh... okay. Well that's good. We're glad you understand, right Bells?"

"Absolutely. Thank you, Carlisle and Esme, for your support. It means a lot."

"Of course, dear. You will always have our support. And that actually leads to something we want to talk to you and Edward and Alice and Jasper about. You see, we've made a decision about the building. The purchase will be complete on the first of September and we'd like to make a change to the rent you pay."

Edward and Alice look at each other, then Alice looks at Jazz and Edward looks at me. Rose and Emmett are smiling – it's like they already know what's going on.

"How so, Mom?"

"We've decided that the rent for the building need cover only the monthly mortgage payment and utility bills, plus a small amount to cover incidental costs. The taxes are paid by the mortgage company. Now, the gym in the basement pays a substantial rent and we're going to leave that as is. What this basically means for you is that Wild's rent will reduce by half and your lofts will become rent free. Or, if you like, the two lofts are now included as part of the lease for the restaurant."

I'm stunned. And by the looks of it, so are Edward, Alice and Jasper.

Edward is the first to speak. "Mom... that's not necessary..."

Alice jumps in behind him. "And it's not fair! Not to you and Dad, and not to Emmett and Rose!"

Emmett steps in, pulling big brother rank. "Now little sis, calm down. Mom and Dad have already discussed this with Rosie and me. And we're quite happy about it. See, there's something you two don't know... Mom and Dad also own the building that Rosie and I have our offices in. Our rent is also ridiculously low, thanks to the law office and dental clinic on the first floor. And our house is paid for, due to Mom and Dad's generosity with our wedding gift as well as the low business overhead."

"Oh." A grin is beginning to appear on Edward's face.

"Wow..." Alice is starting to bounce.

Carlisle takes his turn to speak. "Kids, your Mom and I have done our best to teach you right from wrong and the value of hard work. And we believe we have succeeded in that. But part of our belief is also that you take care of family... and we want to succeed in that too. So, we're doing this for you... because we can. And we hope that someday if and when you have children of your own, you'll do the same."

Edward clears his throat. "Mom, Dad... thank you. Thank you very much."

Alice joins him. "We're very grateful. And very fortunate to have such wonderful parents."

Jasper and I don't seem to know what to say. Finally I simply say, "It's very generous, thank you." Jasper catches each of their eyes and dips his head in gratitude.

We all fall silent for a moment, and then Esme reaches for my hand. "And now, I understand you all have something to tell us?"

For the next hour, Jasper, Alice, Edward and I explain to Carlisle and Esme everything we could think of about the dreams and what we had come up with as far as their meaning. I'm not at all surprised to find out that Alice's parents know all about Jasper's empathic gift and have accepted it as easily as they accepted their daughter's apparent form of clairvoyance. We discuss Renee and Aro Volturi at length, but also review the other people we had added to Jasper's list. Alice reiterates what she told me Saturday night about her very strong feeling that whatever is threatening me will not appear at the charity ball.

Finally, Edward looks to Jasper. "Okay Jazz, now that we've got Mom and Dad up to speed, have you gotten any new information on Renee? And did you have any luck in tracking down her husband?"

Jasper shakes his head and drains his coffee. "Not a word on either of their whereabouts. Renee is untraceable as long as she's using cash and no cards whatsoever, and not using her cell phone. And Phil Dwyer... well, he seems to have simply disappeared. His house in Phoenix foreclosed months ago, and just prior to that, his credit cards and cell phone were cancelled, although he owes quite a bit of money on all of them. The last solid information we have on him is that he sold his car for cash about five months ago. He has not used any retail loyalty cards, not updated his address with any creditors or government office, nor made contact with his one living family member – a cousin in Toronto. If he's playing ball with a minor league, he should be registered for a payroll somewhere, but so far my inquiries have turned up nothing."

"What about email?" I ask. "Can you get into her email? Or at least find out when's the last time she logged on? And from where?"

"We already checked that too, Bells, but you're definitely thinking the right way. The last time she checked her email was from an internet kiosk in the Portland bus station. We've even got a picture of her from there." I look at him questioningly. "All internet kiosks record pictures of all customers. We did manage to get her husband's email address from her webmail contact list, but he hasn't logged in to his email since before the foreclosure on his house. Next on my list is to check through his and Renee's contact lists and old emails to see if there are any clues to where he or your mother might be. I've also got someone tracking all of her email logins for the last few months so we can trace where she's been. The data isn't fully compiled yet, but I can say with some certainty that she likely hasn't been in Phoenix for some months."

Carlisle has been silent for a long time, taking everything in. "Jasper? What about hospitals, doctor's offices, pharmacies and prescriptions? Have you gone down that route?" Esme beams at him.

Jasper looks taken aback. "No, sir... I hadn't thought of that. That's brilliant! Bella – is your mother or Phil on any medications that you're aware of?"

"Um..." I wrack my brains, trying to remember what she used to take. "She used to take an anti-depressant of some kind... Paxil, I think? But that was years ago. Oh – and of course – birth control pills. But I don't know if she takes any of it now. And as for Phil... nothing that I can think of. But he used to see a chiropractor regularly."

Nodding, Jasper offers, "Well, it's a start, and it's better than nothing. I'll get some people on it in the morning."

"Bella, darling, how are you coping with all this? It must be overwhelming." Esme puts her arm around me and it's the closest thing to motherly love I think I've ever experienced. I allow myself to rest my head on her shoulder, and my voice cracks a little.

"It's scary... disturbing. But I feel very safe with Edward... and everyone here, really. I'm confident nothing will happen if I'm with someone I trust."

Esme looks around the table. "And someone is always with her, yes?"

They all nod and start talking at the same time, each giving their own promise to not leave me alone and vulnerable. Then Edward reclaims me from his mother's embrace and pulls me onto his lap, smoothing my hair down my back.

"You're my everything, Bella," he murmurs into my ear. "We'll get through this... I promise."

Carlisle clears his throat. "You know what? I think we need a little pick me up." He leaves the room and returns with a bottle of champagne.

We all raise our flutes as Carlisle speaks a toast. "To love and family!" As we all repeat and tap glasses with each other, I realize that I have never been so included, wanted, needed and loved. It's a heady feeling, and as Edward and I gaze into each others eyes while sipping, I grow confident we will get through whatever gets thrown in our path.

On the way home, I check my phone to see I missed a call earlier. It was from Jared, and there's a voicemail. I listen, and I feel the colour drain from my face as Edward asks, "What is it Bella?"

Speechless, I shake my head and turn on the speakerphone so he can hear for himself.

"Hey Miss... Miss Cook... how's life, huh? I'm toasting you with my tequila and hoping life is good up there in Seeee-attle. I sure hope it's at least better than down here in this hell-hole. 'Cause ya know what, Miss Cook? Ya know what? Life down here really fucking sucks. 'Specially 'cause Laurent fucking left me today. He fucking left me, Bella. He said that I still loved Jake... and he couldn't be with me if I couldn't let Jake go. FUCK! He doesn't get it, though, does he, Bella? I never fucking had Jake, did I? Nope. You did. You had Jake. He married you. He kept me in his shadow. And now... just when I found someone of my own... someone that you've got no claims on... guess what? He up and fucking leaves because of a dead man that I never fucking had anyway. Why did you do this to me, Bella? Why did you take Jacob from me? I loved him, goddamnit... I fucking loved him and we should have been together. If you hadn't taken him from me, we probably would have moved away from this gay-bashing hell-hole and he never would have become a police officer... and he wouldn't be dead now – he'd be with me where he belonged. Sometimes when I think about what you've done to me, it just makes me want to..."

"That's where he ran out of recording time." I feel sick.

"Jesus christ. Bella, don't erase that message. We need to play it for Jasper... as soon as we get home."

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