Bella POV

I sighed, tears in my eyes as I glanced from my son and almost son in laws eyes to my husband's study door. I swallowed and padded softly through the house, slipping out of my heels as I went to push open the door to his study.

I knocked a coupled of times and waited as patiently as I could manage.

"What?" He growled back and I swallowed; the sound almost as though his face was being pressed into something. I thought my husband and his general body language through; he was probably sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on top of the piano.

"Edward," I breathed, "Edward its Bella can I come in?" I asked.

I got no initial response, but neither did he tell me not to come in, so I took it to mean that I could.

When I opened the door Edward was indeed sat at his piano with his head in his hands on top of it, several pictures of me and the family appearing to be scattered all over the floor in shattered frames. There was a heavy amount of rubbish in here from where we had tried to track Jay and Zara.

Nearly a month had gone by since our son had been taken and we were still no closer to finding him. To say that Edward was frustrated about not even knowing where to start was an understatement, Edward never did anything slowly, especially not something as important as this.

The other scary thing was that we still had only the Denali's for help and the promise of Heidi, who had tried to shoot me. Which left us all without help, even if we did get Charlie back home, in just over five months to Volturi would be in Forks to kill us all, and in that time, Charlie may not have a home to return to regardless.

I didn't want to pretend to understand the direct feud between our youngest daughter and her father. I knew that Edward was firm that it was about losing her to a boy he disliked nearly as much as Jacob, but I was also quietly confident that it had something to do with him not feeling he was doing a very good job at protecting his children.

Edward, for a man who had spent half of his life alone and believing he would never have children was a fantastic father, he was caring and decisive and they loved him more than anything.

But he had no balance of human emotions.

Edward had spent nearly his entire life, well the one he could remember, being a vampire. Even when he met me, meaning that all of the human inequalities and feelings were new to him, which made him feel unbearable and he tended to be over protective.

Even though this was greatly annoying it was something I could live with, until of course, the worse happened.

After the accident Edward swung too far back the other way on his pendulum of emotions, and he left me. I knew he thought he was doing it for my own good, but we both knew presently that we couldn't, wouldn't leave one another again.

I was stood behind him now. I smiled softly yet sadly and wrapped my arms around his chest from behind, kissing his neck which caused him to ease up slightly.

At least, he uncovered his eyes. He sat back so he was leaning against my stomach and fiddled with a picture of the all of us last Christmas, the one I recognised of having being placed in his wallet since that day.

Iran my fingers through his hair gently, and began to ironically muse to myself as to what he was thinking about in the head he kept so much in.

I hugged him tighter to me and he swallowed.

"I guess you know about what happened?" He asked.

I nodded, "yeh."

Edward seemed to process this for a moment before he was speaking again.

"Would you ever do that to me?"He breathed and looked up at me sadly, eyes full of tears.

I shook my head and snuffed, "never."

He didn't look convinced and was about to interrupt when I took his face in my hand and crouched down by his side to gaze up into his eyes, my fingers tracing the plains of his face.

"You and me, that's all that matters Edward, that's all that will ever matter." I whispered and he swallowed.

"But if I was just enough for you..." He started.

"No." I said firmly and locked my lips over his, preventing him from continuing his absurd rant.

"Edward I love you." I whispered and was suddenly being pulled to sit in his alp facing him, legs around his middle, hands in his hair, his own hands under my but.

"I love you to." he growled and stood fluidly to lay me on the piano. I no longer had the strength or will to stop him from taking me there and then.

I knew it was what we both needed, the carnal desire to fawn over one another taken us completely over, until he was all I could see both in front and behind the fog misting over my eyes.

My eyes rolled further back into my head as his satin fingers danced over then pressed into my hips, causing then the slide down his stomach towards his legs.

"I'll keep you safe..." he whispered, before I lost all manner to speak and think coherently.