A/N Hello everyone! Sorry about the long wait. But this chapter was written by my amazing beta Tay Bee. My cousin is doing okay, but he is not quite considered in remission yet, but let's hope. Thank you so much to everyone who has prayed for him and my family. You guys are truly amazing! Thanks again for reading!
Megan :)

BPOV

"Do you know why you're here Isabella?"

I cringed at the use of my full name. I hated when people called me Isabella. It made me feel like I was in trouble.

"Because I spazzed out in a hospital." I muttered, picking at the cheap leather I sat on. I had been allowed to put on normal clothes for today's "session," and for that I was eternally grateful. Wearing a paper gown while sitting in this chair would have been disgusting.

I was in my first therapy session, and I was shaking I was so nervous about it. The IV was still in my arm, and a small tube stuck out of my chest, constantly reminding me that no matter how horribly this session went, I wouldn't be able to go home after it.

"I don't think that's why you're here." The small, mouse of a woman offered. She had told me her name earlier, but I had already forgotten it. "I think you have a few issues that you have suppressed since your first rape back in Phoenix."

My head snapped up to meet hers at the suggestion. She must have read my file. "I'd like to keep that a secret from the kids at school, so if you could not tell anyone." I pleaded. Being raped had been degrading enough. I didn't need people feeling pity for me, or worse, repulsed by me.

"Of course, Isabella," she said, pushing back a frayed puff of blonde hair. "I keep everything you say today confidential."

I returned to picking the leather, muttering "great" without care.

I wanted to talk to this woman, really, I did. I wanted to get better, but I was so scared of what she wanted to talk about. I didn't know how to prepare myself for what I was going to go through today.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." I whispered, my eyes still locked on the chair.

"About what, Isabella?" She asked.

"About this little session we've got going. I'm not sure how I can help you help me. I just want to get better."

"It's not like I just have to say magic words to make you forget the whole thing Isabella. This is going to take time. And I'm not going to make you better. You're not sick. I'm just here to help you make remembering the past a little easier."

I nodded in response, but kept my mouth shut. I wasn't going to look like an idiot again.

"Now, your file says that your panic attack was sparked by a sharp pain in your ribs following an assault from a former friend of your rapists."

"That pretty much sums it up." I sighed when she glanced at me, waiting for me to elaborate. "His name is Mike. He knew James and Connor and even knew they raped me. He was getting lessons on how to do it too. Turns out we both ended up in Forks and I finally snapped when he called my daughter names. I hit him, he hit me, and I ended up here."

"I think being assaulted is what sparked the memories." She said, writing something down on her note pad. "You do know that Mike is now in jail."

"Yes, I know that, but I didn't know that when I had my panic attack."

"I understand. I think what happened was that reality hit when you felt the pain. You had a flashback to your rapes."

"Yes, I did." My eyes closed, begging to stop the images flashing through my brain. "And I didn't even realize where I was. I was just back in Phoenix, begging them to stop."

"That's fairly common for traumatic experiences."

"Really? So maybe I'm not as crazy as I thought."

"You're not crazy Isabella." The woman said. "That's the first thing you need to figure out."

"Ok." I said lamely.

"So what was going through your mind when you registered what had happened with Mike?"

"I was afraid for my daughter. I was afraid for Edward and Charlie and all of my friends. I was afraid for myself."

"Why?"

I was frustrated. Couldn't she figure out why I was afraid? Wasn't that her job? "Because James is still getting to me!" I yelled. "It's been over two damn years and he is still getting to me!" I was screaming. "He sent Connor after my parents, and look where that got them. They died for Eve, because of James. James came after me at their funeral. And now he's sending Mike after Eve and myself! He's killing me! Who else does he have? Who else is he going to send after me?"

The therapist leaned forward and handed me a tissue. I didn't even realize I was crying. I gratefully accepted and angrily swatted at my tears.

"Isabella." She said, but I interrupted.

"Please call me Bella. Isabella makes this way too formal."

She nodded. "Well, Bella, I suppose there isn't a way to know that James is never going to try to contact you again, but you can't be in constant fear of him. You can't let fear rule your life. I highly doubt that James will be able to send someone after you again. After your last attack Charlie had him moved to a high security prison. He doesn't have any contact with people outside of the jail. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't know that." I said honestly. "That makes me feel better."

"I'm glad, but being rational isn't always going to work for you. Humans aren't always rational. It just took a sharp pain in your ribs to spark your attack, it's possible that you could have more."

"What do you think would trigger another attack?" I asked.

"Well you are much less likely to have another attack now that you are off of the heavy pain meds and more aware of your surroundings. But I assume things that remind you of your most recent assault or of your rapes. Key words and sights. Like your locker at school."

"So just seeing my locker could spark an attack?"

"It's not likely, but since that was where you were assaulted, it's possible."

"So if I avoid things that remind me of the past I won't have any attacks?" My mind was swimming. What even reminded me of my rapes? I had suppressed so much of it, I wasn't sure what I remembered anymore.

"Well I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that any future panic attacks, though unlikely, will most likely have a spark that sets you off."

I nodded in my dull understanding. "What do I need to do? How can I feel better?"

"You need to stop fearing James. I know that you still feel threatened by him, but he won't be able to get to you anymore. He can't contact anyone where he is now. You will have to testify in court against Mike, and that will be hard for you, but I think that it will help you get over your past. You'll be able to lock away that part of your past. You won't be able to forget it, especially with Eve, but you will be able to move on and focus on your daughter and your wedding."

A huge smile broke out on my face at the mention of a wedding. I was getting married.

Holy crap.

Charlie was going to be pissed.

* * *

I went to a few more therapy sessions before I was released from the hospital. Over the week I spent there, my sore wrist got better and my ribs got worse. They weren't improving, but Carlisle said that they wouldn't feel great for a while.

While I was in the hospital, Alice visited constantly and planned a welcome home party for me. It would be small, per my request and my sore body.

Edward only left my side for school, since I wouldn't let him miss any more for me. He talked about our future married life whenever no one else was around. We hadn't told anyone else about the engagement, and it was easy to keep the secret since I didn't have a ring yet. He stayed the nights, cuddling close to me in my hospital bed, constantly stroking the invisible ring on my finger.

When my discharge papers finally came, I happily took the wheelchair out to Charlie's cruiser, who took me home.

He seemed on edge the whole drive home, and I wasn't sure what was bugging him.

"Has something gone wrong with Mike?" I asked, nervous to know the answer.

"No!" Charlie yelled, "That little shit is going to be locked up for a long time. I've never seen a more airtight case. Why?"

"You seem jumpy."

"I guess I'm just anxious to get you home."

"You've never been this anxious to get me home from the hospital before." I chided. He cracked a small smile at my jab.

"Alice has this whole party planned. I guess I'm just ready to see how you accept… everything."

"What do you mean accept?"

"Oh, nothing. I just hope everything goes well."

"Ohhhhkay." I said, annoyed with his beat around the bush answers.

We pulled up to the house and he pulled in to the driveway, making me wait in the car while he walked around to help me out. I got out of the car and shook my head at the balloons on the mailbox. Edward's car was out front, as well as Carlisle's and Jaspers. I smirked at the "party" we were about to have and walked up the steps with Charlie's assistance.

"Welcome home!" Shouted the chorus when we walked in the door. My eyes scanned the room, spotting a giant cake and teddy bear on the counter. I looked at all of the smiling faces and finally found Edward, who had Eve in his arms. She was reaching for me, begging to be held. My heart broke. With the ribs, I wouldn't be able to hold her for almost a month. She looked bigger, but really I had only seen her yesterday. Edward laughed at her struggle and whispered in to her ear. She settled down immediately.

Only Edward could calm her down like that.

Alice escorted me in to the living room and sat me down in Charlie's recliner, where I was finally allowed to hold Eve, but she only got to sit in my lap.

I opened tacky presents, and ate delicious cake, and, to the best of my ability, laughed.

I was surrounded by family and friends, how could I be more happy?

Eve grew drowsy after her cake and Alice ran her upstairs for her afternoon nap. It was nice to feel my feet again.

Alice came back down and we all talked for a while, just telling more funny stories.

Esme talked about how she first met Carlisle, which turned out to be a very funny incident involving a shopping cart and an unconscious Esme.

"I woke up in the middle of the grocery store and I saw Carlisle leaning over me. I figured I must have been dead."

We all laughed at how awkwardly they met.

Edward talked about the first time Eve called him dad, and I watched him with slight tears in my eyes. It had been so scary when she did that the first time.

And then Edward stood from his seat across from me. He walked over and helped me out my recliner.

And then, in front of everyone, he was on his knee, and a small box was pushed towards me.

"Bella." He whispered, and I realized he had been talking to me. I hadn't even heard him. My ears had been too filled with my own thoughts.

"Bella, I love you, I always will. You are my world, my life, my sun. Will you marry me?"

I nodded, to dazed to speak, but snatched the box away from him. He laughed and stood quickly, pulling me in to a soft hug. Applause surrounded us, and I blushed from the attention.

"I told you I'd do it right." He whispered in my ear. "I even asked your dad."

I pulled back from him and smirked. "That's what he was so nervous about me accepting." I laughed lightly before Edward took the box back from me and slid the most beautiful, tiny, perfect diamond ring on to my finger.

I smiled at the ring. It would sit there the rest of my life.

A/N Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love it! She did an amazing job! Keep reading! I will update as soon as I can! Please review!!!
Megan :)