Hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving!

BTW…I have a new story out, it's called 'Chemicals'. If you have the chance, check it out. The story already has three chapters.

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BPOV

Edward came into my room later that night, smiling easily and looking completely at ease. It was the most relaxed I'd seen him in ages, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want to see him burdened or under too much stress. Just like he didn't want to see me like that. Besides, I had some good news for him.

"I'm going home tomorrow." I said right as Edward sat down on the edge of the mattress next to me and immediately put his hand on my shoulder.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes lighting up. I nodded and smiled, and he leaned down to kiss me tenderly on the lips. "That's great, Bella. I can't wait to see you out of here. I can't wait to…to see you happy again."

"I am happy, when I'm with you." I said softly, and Edward smiled a crooked grin at me.

"I know. So are you excited to get out of here and back to your own bed? These mattresses aren't the most comfortable things in the world, huh?"

I shrugged, even though I was actually very happy- ecstatic, really- about going home. I had been in this stupid hospital for over a week, and I was sick of it. I had nothing to do except for go to therapy sessions or just sit around and read.

"So will you be coming back to school?" Edward asked, resting his hand on top of mine.

"Yeah…but not for a week or two. My mom is kind of freaking out about everything- and so am I. I think that maybe I just need…I don't know, a little rest or something. Edward nodded and I saw the twinkle in his eyes glimmer brightly.

"It's a good thing. School has been boring without you." He sighed, busying himself by kissing the tip of each of my fingers.

I rolled my eyes and tapped him on the nose, giggling. "Oh, what, I'm your drama provider? Because I think we've had enough drama these past few weeks to last us each another lifetime."

I couldn't believe how freely I was able to talk about what had happened with James. Back in March, I had been a closed book; not open to anyone. Not my parents, my friends, or even the therapist I had been seeing. It was simply to painful and held way to many bad memories that I could not bring myself to talk about or even reference. But with Edward, I knew things could be better. Because there was this look in his eyes that told me we could be happy and normal, if we gave it a shot. He listened to all my fears and worries and problems, like a normal, loving, boyfriend would.

And at this point, I was dying to be normal.

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Later that night, I had to get something off my mind. I had been dying to talk about it with Edward for a few days now…I just had no idea how to bring the subject up. I figured it would just be best to just open up the can of worms and simply see what happens.

"Edward?" I asked timidly, brushing his cheek with the back of my hand. We were cuddling contently in my hospital bed before he had to head home for the night, and his eyes were closed.

"Hmm?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes and smiling at me, his eyes bright and beautiful.

"I…I thought maybe we have some things to talk about." I said slowly, struggling to find the right words.

How in god's name could I bring up sex with my boyfriend of only a few months? It just felt so awkward. Edward raised his eyebrows at me, but didn't say anything.

"Do you think…" I swallowed loudly. "Do you think that maybe you and I will…um, you know…have, uh, sex sometime soon? Because I've been thinking about it and…I want to. I want you to-" I looked him straight in the eye and whispered my next words. "I want you to make me forget about what's happened to me. I want you to make me feel loved."

"I love you, Bella. Never forget that." Edward murmured, kissing me gently. One of his hands wound in my hair, tugging gently.

"So…soon?" I asked, feeling every bit like the hormone fueled teenager that I was.

Edward laughed quietly and kissed the top of my forehead before bringing back against his chest, his arms cradling me delicately. "Whenever you want to." He promised. "Now try and get some sleep. It's late, my love."

"Goodnight." I whispered, snuggling against his chest and squeezing my eyes shut. "I love you."

"Love you more." Edward said softly, and before I could reply, I felt my medicine kicking in completely and I drifted off into an undisturbed, dreamless sleep.

-"We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get home that much sooner assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. Why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? Because we all know there's a chance we might let go too soon."- Desperate Housewives.

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Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie