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Chapter 44 "Together Forever" [House of Love Mix]
EPoV
Walking through the staff lounge, I let out another unexpected yawn. Between working my night shift rotation, visiting Charlie after my shift and, as always, spending every free moment with my Bella exhaustion has finally caught up with me. I crave a Bella-filled bed and sleep. Even after being back in Seattle for over a month, Bella still hasn't moved into my apartment. I don't pressure her to make the move either; she's got so much to deal with right now. I don't want to cause her any additional undue stress. So some days I sleep in my apartment and others days I trudge up the stairs to Bella's room. As long as she is waiting for me, I don't care in what bed I sleep.
At the end of every shift, I drop by the UWMC Rehabilitation Center to check on Charlie. Originally, dad hoped to have him admitted into the Stroke Rehabilitation Clinic at Harborview but found a room readily available at UWMC, an equally qualified facility. Charlie's tests prove he had in deed suffered a left brain stroke so, in addition to PT, he will need to be observed for memory loss, difficulty with his speech, language problems and, eventually, any changes in his behavior.
Bella worries about the chief's health and lack of progress while it is my job to worry about Bella's health and our developing baby bear. No matter what my father or the other doctors at the rehab center tell Bella she only truly ever listens to my daily updates. She trusts my words and takes comfort in hearing my prognosis of her dad's condition and progress. I think it has something to do with how I report his condition to her.
I wrap her in my arms repeatedly whispering that he's adjusting to his physical therapy and speech therapy schedule as best as can be expected. She nods against my chest hearing my reassurances allowing only a few tears to escape. She insists on being strong for Charlie and will only allow her tears to fall when she's safe in my arms. To the outside world, she is a rock especially in front of her father. During the day, Bella stays with the chief at the rehab center then she's off to her waitressing job. I don't even want to think about the drag out fights we've had about her working. I'm too tired right now. It's been a hectic month but I wouldn't have it any other way. This has become my, no our routine.
As usual, I meet up with Riley, Charlie's physical therapist, to assist with his daily PT session.
"Hey Dr. Cullen, good to see you," Riley calls out as he wheels the chief in my direction.
"Hey Riley good to see." I shake his hand before greeting the chief. "Good morning Chief Swan. How are you doing this morning?" Placing my hand on my chest, I greet him. "Remember me? Edward . . . Edward Cullen . . . Bella's boyfriend." Gently placing one hand on Charlie's shoulder, I take his left hand in mind. I firmly hold his left hand assessing his weak handshake. I look him directly in his eyes hoping he remembers me. In his eyes, I'm still a stranger even though I visit him almost every day. I understand his reaction to me is a symptom of his condition. "I hope you don't mind if I hang around for a bit. I'm going to help Riley out today." In fact, I help Riley almost every day with the chief's PT. The first half of the session I watch as Riley begins a series of passive range of motion exercises to the right side of his body, the paralyzed side.
"Help me out here chief. Don't make me do all the work," jokes Riley. He encourages Charlie to work his muscles; I take note of his efforts. Occasionally, the chief lets out grunts and groans. I take his grumbling as a good sign that he's working hard. With Riley's guidance, I take over the second half of the session to exercise the left side of his body. I explain every movement and the purpose of each exercise as I do during every session. "Okay, so this exercise works your leg muscles. We want to avoid atrophy so we gotta keep your muscle moving . . . keep 'em active and strong." When I begin to rotate his ankle I explain, "You have to keep your blood flowing too. This imitates the walking motion." And like Riley, I provide words of encouragement sometimes joking that Bella is going to kick some butt if he doesn't try a little harder. I'm encouraged when he reacts to hearing Bella's name. That's another healthy welcoming sign. I simply smile.
At the end of the session, Riley and I wheel the chief back to his room. On the way, I talk to him. "Well that was a good workout chief. Bella's going to be happy to hear how hard you worked today." I help Riley transfer the chief from his chair to his bed covering him with his quilt.
"Thanks for the help Dr. Cullen . . . see you guys tomorrow," Riley calls out as he leaves the room.
Knowing her dad is a huge fan of sixties and seventies music, Bella loads her Ipod with some of his favorite tunes. On one of her recent visits, Bella snorts and rolls her eyes hearing a Rick Astley song in the mix. "No doubt the obviously sneaky work of Esme," she grumbles. Bella decides not to reprimand grandma bear for her mischievous behavior since she did volunteers to buy the Ipod dock now playing in Charlie's room.
I hit shuffle and play as the sounds of Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" fill the room. I think of my brown-eyed girl with her twinkling golden honey eyes. "Bella should be here in an hour or so . . ." an unexpected yawn escapes as I speak indicating it's time for me to leave. "Excuse me chief," I place a hand over my mouth, "but I think it's time for me to go. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget Bella will be here soon."
"Morning mom," I mumble placing a light kiss to her cheek. "Hey dad."
"Oh my baby boy you look exhausted. Are you hungry? You want me to make you something to eat?"
"No thanks mom, I'm not hungry . . . sleep, all I need is sleep." I yawn again as I traipse up the stairs.
A tired smile crosses my face when I spy Bella still in bed but my smile quickly morphs to pain. She looks more than a bit green around the gills. "Oh babe, you don't look to good. How are you feeling this morning?" I lean down placing a gentle kiss to her forehead rubbing soothing circles on her abdomen. "Listen baby bear," I playfully scold, "I already love you so much but you have got to stop making momma bear sick understand."
Bella attempts to laugh at my teasing. "I thought this morning sickness stuff would be over by now. I felt like I was coughing up a lung, she groans snuggling deep into the blankets. "Hurry, go jump in the shower, I missed you last night. I can't seem to get to sleep without you."
Grabbing my flannel bottoms and a clean undershirt, I saunter towards the bathroom and into a warm shower. My quick warm shower only succeeds in making me sleepier. I slip into bed snuggling up behind my girl placing one hand over our ever so slight bump of a tummy. Bella places her hand atop mine as we cuddle. In unison, we contently sigh as our bodies relax into each other's tangled limbs. Ah, finally I'm home in the arms of the woman I love. In a half sleepy voice, I talk about my visit with her dad. She pulls my hand to her lips gently kissing our locked hands. "Thank you for taking such good care of my dad Edward. I love you. Now go to sleep doc," she whispers as I fall asleep with her in my arms.
In my dreams, I see Bella's warm chocolate eyes splashed with hints of twinkling golden honey. I inhale her intoxicatingly scent of freesia and strawberry and wisteria or a combination of all three which tantalizes all my senses. And, then I hear Bella's cries. Not even in my dreams do I like to hear her cry. I feel my brow furrow as I begin to stir from my sleep. Am I dreaming? The cries are too real for a dream. Through my drowsy narrowed eyes, I see a blurry Bella standing in front of her dresser. She has one hand around her stomach and the other over her mouth. I see her shoulders stutter up and down.
"Sweetheart . . . baby," I sit up on my elbows. "What's the matter Bella?"
"Oh Edward, I'm sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep. I'm fine . . . just pregnancy hormones . . . hiccup . . . I guess . . . sob . . . ," she badly lies wiping her tears away.
I reach a hand out to her. She practically leaps into my arms and sobs into my t-shirt.
"Those aren't pregnancy hormones tears baby. I'm a doctor remember. You can't fool me . . . now what's the matter." I urge.
Her words are muffled as she speaks into my chest. "Your ring Edward," she sobs, "I can't believe the jeweler lost your ring . . . hiccup . . . it was your graduation ring . . . hiccup . . . you worked so hard . . . and I just can't believe momma bear isn't more upset about it . . . she bought that ring especially for you . . . I remember the look on her face when you opened the box . . . sobs . . . didn't the ring mean anything to her . . . or you . . . sobs . . . I just don't understand," she rambles on and on.
"Sweetheart, don't worry. I told you the jeweler is going to replace it . . . good as new. I promise. Mom said it should ready any day now," I reassure her.
She defiantly nods her head back and forth, "it won't be the same," she pouts as I tug her into my side.
Guiltily, I cringe recalling the little white lie, okay, okay the big white lie, I told Bella about the missing ring. If things had gone as originally planned, I wouldn't be in this pickle. I wouldn't have had to lie to Bella but, as usual these days, all my plans are bollocks to quote the Brits. I'm as comfortable telling a lie as my Big Bang Theory counterpart, Sheldon Cooper.
"Edward?" she questioningly calls out my name, "Edward, where's my ring? Did you take it when you took my letter . . . when you came up to Forks?" She looks around the room. "It's not here. I left it right here," she points to the exact spot where she had left her ring and letter. "Do you have it?"
"Oh your ring," I run my hands through my unmanageable hair. "ummm, Bella, about your ring . . . come here baby," I nervously pat the empty space of bed next to me. She glares into my eyes with a hard questioning look as she sits near me. "Okay," I stutter, "promise me you won't get mad okay. After all, it's not good for our little baby when you're upset." Yeah, I feel guilty using my unborn child as a means of deceiving Bella but I am certain she will forgive me . . . eventually . . . someday . . . I hope when she learns the truth about the ring. I swallow hard my nervous lying eyes fix on her hardening eyes.
She folds her arms across her chest. "I'm listening but I am not making any promises Edward Cullen. Anytime a person starts a sentence with 'promise you won't get mad' that said person inevitably gets mad . . . now speak."
I gulp, "Well, when you first left for Alaska, I asked mom to take the ring to the jeweler to have it cleaned as a surprise for you and . . . um . . . well . . ."
"Um . . . and . . . well what Edward?" Bella coldly interrupts.
"Well, the jeweler kinda . . . sorta," I stumble through my lying words, "sorta lost . . . no, no let me rephrase that . . . he misplaced the ring," I lie.
Bella gasps and jumps off the bed. "The jeweler lost my ring?" She shouts in shock; her arms erratically flailing up and down. "How could he have lost it? Didn't he know that that ring is your graduation gift? That ring is the ring your mother bought you as a surprise for all your hard work. That ring has sentimental value! How could he have lost it," she rambles as she plops back on the bed. Suddenly, her eyes pop open wide. "Oh Edward, does momma bear know? She's probably heartbroken." She begins to cry into her hands.
My heart aches knowing my lies are making my Bella cry. I feel like proverbial scum of the earth making her cry. That's it! This little white lie isn't worth seeing her in pain. "Oh baby, don't cry. It kills me when you cry." I pull her into my side. "Mom knows the ring was misplaced."
"You mean lost," she cries.
"The jeweler assured her it will be replaced at absolutely no cost. Believe me, mom's fine. She understands that it was an accident. As long as he is willing to replace it, she fine." I fib as Bella continues to cry. My lies are like her morning vomit; I can't control the words that spew from my mouth. "Babe, look at me." I lift her chin so she can look into my lying eyes; her eyes welled with fresh tears. I wipe the tears away. "Come on, stop crying. We'll get the new ring soon . . . everything will be fine. I promise." I rest my forehead to hers as her tears rain down her cheeks. She gives me a weak reassuring smile. Looking into her said eyes I feel like the scum of the earth right now.
Bella's sobs soften as she jerks away from me. Her hand flies over her mouth as she darts for the bathroom. I repeat I am the scum of the earth. Because of my lies, I've made the woman I love more than life itself sick to her stomach. With my head hung low and fully ashamed of myself, I follow her into the bathroom holding her hair and rubbing soothing circles to her back as she dry heaves. As usual, embarrassed by her uncontrollable vomiting, she pushes me away. With her weak voice, she croaks, "Go away Edward. You don't have to see this." She pushes me again. "I'll be fine . . ." she barely has time to utter another word before a new wave of nausea passes.
"Bella, I'm not going anywhere. I'm a doctor, remember? I've seen a lot worse."
Struggling to get to her feet, I carefully help her up. She holds onto the edge of the sink as she rinses and gargles before I lead her back to bed. We cuddle under a pile of blankets and her quilt becoming a mass of tangled arms and feet.
"I'm sorry I'm a crying mess of hormones these days," she speaks into our joined hands. "I'm just so sad that your ring was lost and, between that and these crazy hormones, I can't seem to stop crying these days. Believe it or not, I've never been much of a crier. These pregnancy hormones are knocking me on my ass. On top of worrying about my dad . . . I'm just so sorry Edward . . . you're exhausted and I woke you up over a silly crying fit." She places a gentle kiss to our hands, "go back to sleep poppa bear. Don't mind me . . . I'm a bit out of sorts these days. I love you babe, now come on, let's go back to sleep."
Already half asleep again, I pull her tighter to me as I exhale silently praying that that damn jeweler hurries with Bella's engagement ring. I can't take lying to her and worrying that my plans for the most romantic proposal ever will be ruined. After all, this proposal will be my one and only proposing so it has got to be perfect for my perfect Bella . . . just the way I planned.
BPoV
I feel Edward's breathing even out and giggle as I hear a light snores. My poor tired poppa bear has so much on his plate right now. With everything else, he shouldn't have to deal with a hyped up on pregnancy hormones crying woman. I peek at the alarm clock. Wow, I need to get going. Dad will be wondering why I'm late. I try to slip out of Edward's arms but he holds onto me mumbling for me to stay. I am still for a few minutes before trying to free myself again. My silly pregnancy hormone induced heart flutters at the thought of Edward wanting to hold onto me even in his sleep. I cover my mouth to stifle a silly giggle at how happy he makes me feel.
After a couple more unsuccessful attempts, I'm finally successful in slipping out of Edward's embrace without waking him as he frowns and grumbles in his sleep. I slip my pillow between his empty arms and, again try not to giggle, as he snuggles deep into my fluffy replacement. Looking down at the father of my child, the man who cares for my father and who loves me unconditionally, how could I have ever thought of living without him? I am so, so grateful he never gave up on me even when I did.
Walking down the stairs I hear the soft sounds of Esme's favorite singer. Grandma bear, as Esme now insists on being called, sits on one end of the sofa diligently working on the baby's quilt. She hums to the song as one of her feet taps the floor. On my favorite comfy chair, grandpa bear, as Carlisle now insists on being called, reads a medical journal; he's not humming to the music. That makes me smirk. I am mesmerized by this simple scene of two people so deeply in love with each other as sense of peace flows through me. I adore these two people . . . these polar opposites that so absolutely complete one another. After all their time together, they are still so deeply . . . and so passionately . . . and so utterly in love with each other.
In a blink of an eye, Esme and Carlisle fade away as different image unfolds . . . an image of Edward and I sitting in our family room. I spy a content smile, no a smirk, on my face while Edward's emerald green eyes sparkle with desire as he gazes over his magazine in my direct. And just as quickly, with another blink of an eye, grandma and papa bear reappear.
In that moment of crystal white clarity, I have an epiphany. But it's not really an epiphany. I've known it since the moment our finger tips set off our cosmic electric connection. I've just been too stubborn and to cowardly to say it out loud . . . but not anymore. I want their kind of forever kind of love . . . and I want that forever kind of love with my Edward.
I have one of those V8 moments. One of those 'smack the palm of my hand to my forehead' moments because I know I no longer need to try to recapture my lost youth . . . be afraid to settle down like my long lost mother . . . be afraid to plant roots . . . to be part of a loving family . . . constantly in search of some new electrifying adventure that I think I've missed. Edward is my cosmic electric adventure. My beautifully perfect Edward slash Sheldon who is upstairs right now exhausted from working a long shift but who unselfishly stops to care for my father to make me happy. I have been a complete idiot. Why did I hesitant to move into his apartment? What was I waiting for . . . what was I thinking? Without a single doubt in my mind, I know exactly what I want for the rest of my life . . . I want that Esme and Carlisle forever kind of love and I am going right upstairs to get it.
I turn on my heels and march back up the stairs. A goofy lopsided smirk spreads across my face at my life changing epiphany. My euphoric heart races knowing our forever will officially begin in a matter of minutes. I need to capture it on film. I haven't touched my camera since dad's stroke but I feel like everything is going to work out. I quietly snap a few pictures of my peacefully sleeping man. Gosh, he makes my toes curl just looking at him. I normally despise selfies but I take a couple of myself for the occasion. I want show Edward our before and after faces as we begin our forever. Yup, I'm definitely turning into a girly girl. Facing Edward, I slip into our bed placing my head on the pillow so when he opens his gorgeous green eyes our eyes will meet.
Some unintelligible words escape Edward's mouth as we naturally snuggle into each other's arms. Even in his sleep, his arms wrap around me. My arms are trapped between both our chests as I tap his chest with the tip of my finger whispering his name. I feel a little guilty for waking him again but our forever can't wait any longer. I know he won't mind.
"Edward," I softly murmur. "Baby please wake up. I have to ask you something really important," I continue to whisper until I feel him stir. I place three gentle kisses to his pouty lips.
"Babe," he croaks, "you know I love you but I'm so tired. I'm sorry . . ."
"Oh baby," I stifle a laugh knowing he thinks I want sex. Well, I always want sex with my hot doc but right now is not the time . . . maybe later. "I'm glad you love me because I love you too but I need to talk to you right now. It's extremely important."
In a start, I feel his heart jolt as he pushes away from me. His sleepy eyes are wide open searching. "What's the matter Bella? Is everything okay? It's not the baby is it?"
"No, no . . . relax, lay down. I'm fine, the baby is fine. As a matter of fact, everything is perfect, more than perfect really." I take a deep breath before continuing. "You're perfect. You're perfect for me Edward."
Giving me a quizzical look, he lies on his back. He folds his arm resting his head on his hand. He gives me a sexy sleepy smile. "Bella, you're perfect. You're perfect for me too."
I rest my head on his chest, his heartbeat slightly racing, as his warm arms again naturally envelope me and I feel with every fiber of my being that this is right . . . I am home and he is my forever.
"Edward?" I pat the spot over his heart to get his attention. A small smile spreads across my face as my fingers tingle from our cosmic electric connection. I love that that hasn't changed.
"Hmmmmm." His voice fills with sleep.
"Edward Cullen," I begin but he interrupts.
"Bella Swan," he mimics me.
"Edward Cullen I love you so much."
"Bella Swan, I love you so much too," he repeats with his sexy sleepy voice.
I lift myself up on his chest allowing me to deeply gaze into his loving eyes, deep into his perfect soul and speak, "Edward, do you promise to love me and to hold me from this day on," I momentarily pause as his heartbeat begins to race, his eyes widen. "For better or for worse . . . for richer, for poorer . . . in sickness and in health . . . to love and to cherish . . . until death do us part," I ask.
Without skipping a beat, Edward declares, "I do." He searches deep into my eyes into the depth of my soul and repeats my words, "Bella, do you promise to love me and to behold me from this day on . . . for better or for worse . . . for richer, for poorer . . . in sickness and in health . . . to love and to cherish . . . until death do us part."
"I do," I declare with all my heart and all my soul to my forever. "But what's all that beholding business? Isn't it just to have and to hold?"
Edward takes a deep breath as the most glorious smile spreads across his face. "Bella, I am nothing but an old fashion traditional kind of man so when we say our vows I'm saying beholding."
"Well, I'm saying holding . . . hey wait a minute," I stutter.
Edward cups my face in his hands as my searching eyes look deep into his questioning eyes. In this moment, our moment time seems to stand still. With his velvet smooth voice, he prays, "Bella Swan, will you marry me and be my forever?"
Hoping he hears how much I truly love him, I cry, "Yes, Edward I'll marry you," before crash my lips to his.
My elated tears fall freely as they mingle with Edward's tears. We allow our kisses to speak the words we are feeling. We hold onto each other desperate to be as close as possible in each other's arms. I suck his upper pouty lips as he takes my lower. The tips of our tongues touch sending a shockwave through my body as they begin to their sweet dance. Reluctant to break our hold, I inhale. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen forces us to break our forever kiss. Our foreheads meet, our eyes sparkle as silly grins spread across our faces. We don't speak. We simply share silly grins until Edward pulls me into his arms.
"So I guess we're getting married," I tease as I catch my breath and my heartbeat races.
"I guess we are." Edward grins.
"Hey, I just realized something. I was going to propose to you. That's why I woke you up."
"Yeah, well I was going to propose to you. I was just waiting for your engagement ring . . ."
"My engagement ring?"
"Yes, your engagement ring.
A silly grin spread across my face. "You got me an engagement ring? When?"
EPoV
Suddenly, a sense of panic spreads across my face as I move away from Bella. "Okay, Bella promise me you won't get mad," I stutter as my nervous eyes search the room for nothing in particular.
"We're back to that again?" Bella looks at me with a skeptical eye. "I promise I won't get mad," she drones, "now speak."
"Well ummm . . . remember when I told you the jeweler lost your ring?"
"Yes, I remember. How could I forget? Continue."
She doesn't sound happy even though this should one of the happiest moments of our lives. "Well, the jeweler didn't really misplace the ring and I didn't have it sent out to be cleaned. I lied to you." There I said it. The weight has been lifted.
"Edward, you've never lied to me."
It hurts me to hear hurt in her voice. Cowardly, I look down to my hands as I twist them nervously. "I promise I will never lie to you again, I promise. It was just this one time. I won't do it ever again . . . and it really wasn't a big lie. It was more like a little white lie," I gulp. "I sent the ring to the jeweler. That part is true but . . . but I sent it to the jeweler so he could redesign it for you. I explained what I want your ring to look like . . . he's turning our ring into your engagement ring and our wedding bands."
Hearing her gasp, I look up into her eyes . . . her eyes filled with tears. "Oh baby, don't cry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I planned for it to be a surprise but, well, we both know how my plans have been going lately." I laugh half-heartedly.
She blinks and her tears fall down her cheeks. She wipes them away before speaking. Bella's voice quivers, "I don't think it is possible to love you more than I love you right at this very moment Edward Cullen." Her eyes well up again. "You are my forever." She places a whisper of a kiss to my lips before resting her head to my heart.
I wrap my arms around her placing one hand over our child. "And, you're my forever."
In comfortable silence, we sit wrapped in each other's arms until Bella breaks the silence. "Now that that's settle, go back to sleep poppa bear. You're exhausted . . ."
I attempt to interrupt but she will have none of it emphatically shaking her head side to side.
"No, you're exhausted and you need your sleep. I didn't sleep well last night without you, so I'm going to take a nap before I go see dad. I need to tell him I'm getting married and . . . and about the baby."
"Don't tell him today. I want us to tell him together."
Bella nods in agreement, "Now go to sleep. I'll be right here, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me Edward slash Sheldon. And, I promise you, once you are well rested, we will celebrate our engagement and you are going to need all your strength." She devilishly wags her eyebrows and smirks. "These pregnancy hormones are doing wonders for my sexual urges," she giggles before placing one last kiss to my lips. "Now, sleep my love."
With the excitement of our engagement, I don't think I can sleep but a moment later I release a whopper of a yawn. Bella reaches over hitting play on the Ipod. She groans, "Seriously, this is the first song we hear after the most perfect proposal ever? Every time we hear this song, we will think of this moment . . . I guess this is our song. Oh, grandma bear is gonna love this," she moans.
I pull her closer to my chest releasing a sleepy chuckle as the familiar words fill my ears . . . If there's anything you need All you have to do is say, You know you satisfy everything in me, We shouldn't waste a single day . . . So don't stop me falling, It's destiny calling, A power I just can't deny, It's never changing, Can't you hear me, I'm saying, I want you for the rest of my life . . . Together forever and never to part, Together forever we two, And don't you know, I would move heaven and earth, To be together forever with you . . . If they ever get you down, There's always something I can do, Because I wouldn't ever wanna see you frown, I'll always do what's best for you . . . There ain't no mistaking, It's true love we're making, Something to last for all time, It's never changing, Can't you hear me, I'm saying, I want you for the rest of my life . . . So don't stop me falling, It's destiny calling, A power I just can't deny, It's never changing, Can't you hear me, I'm saying I want you for the rest of my life . . . together forever . . .
A/N: Come on people you know you sang the lyrics. LOL! Once again, so sorry for the delay. I revised this chapter about five different times and still not sure. Let me know what you think. Thanks to those who let me reach 500 reviews. I'm getting greedy because now I want 600. So, if you read this chapter, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT.
