Uncertain ch40
A/N: Hello! Happy Breaking Dawn 2 week!
Are you all as excited and sad as I am? I can't wait!
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Special thanks to Siobhan, J-Tease and Sidekick - I love you all!
Enjoy!
BPOV
Our Thursday night therapy session was nothing like the first one had been. We talked and talked, both of us eager to discuss our recollections of the aftermath of our weekend.
Edward told Dr. Siobhan about the badgering he received from Irina in her attempt to take the next step in their relationship. He talked about how he was conflicted in his feelings for her and that he knew getting married wasn't the right thing to do.
Dr. Siobhan advised us she wanted to begin to see each of us individually, so as to make it easier for us to work through our own issues, separately. We both knew it was necessary, but neither of us were eager to jump right into it. However, I knew we both would. Our relationship was worth any amount of work or discomfort Dr. Siobhan asked us to endure.
It hurt to listen to Edward talk about that time in his life, surrounded by friends and family, even if they drove him crazy at the time, because my story was so much different.
I had no one at that time in my life. Hell, the only person who even knew I was pregnant in those first couple of months was my doctor. I hadn't really started to show until about my fifth month so people weren't automatically aware, and I didn't care enough about most people to just volunteer the information.
I had called my parents and Angela to ask for help when I had to move out of the dorms. My sister wanted to help and had sent me a little bit of money but other than that, there was absolutely no one in my life that wished me congratulations over the impending birth of my child.
It hurt to hear about engagement parties and wedding planning on Edward's end of things.
He might have been miserable, but he at least had someone to talk to; his friends, his siblings, and his parents.
I had none of that.
Dr. Siobhan was skeptical about our 'do over' weekend, but felt that if we were both comfortable with it, then we should do it. She wasn't sure what outcome either of us hoped to achieve, but Edward and I knew that we both wanted and needed it.
Both of us agreed on that whole-heartedly.
So, she asked us to make sure to we kept realistic expectations about where it would end and she made sure to make us aware of how proud she was of us about the fact that we had talked about it openly with one another.
I could tell that Edward had something up his sleeve for his part of the 'conclusion' of the weekend, but I chose not to worry about it. I trusted him this time around to do the right thing.
I, on the other hand, was scared shitless about what I planned. Because I simply wanted to be able to say the words that Edward so desperately needed to hear once it was all said and done.
Liz and Alice were not happy that I wasn't going to be available to shop for a dress for the party with them, but they understood this weekend was important. And, they knew that I'd wear whatever they picked out, as long as it wasn't too extravagant.
My sister, Angela, and her husband, Ben, would fly in on Friday afternoon because Ben had a follow up interview the next Monday with the company that Liz had referred him too. Liz had convinced them to come in early, stay with her and Ed, Sr. and help with the festivities that would lead up to the party.
I was excited about my sister's arrival and even more thrilled that she'd have more opportunity to spend time with Liz and Alice. It was like the best of both worlds, I would have the few people I still considered my family and my new family all in the same place to bond as one large unit. And, I knew that Liz loved having another 'child' to mother, too.
Edward had made all of the arrangements for our 'weekend' to include having me dropped off at the bar, where we'd first met after we picked Angela and Ben up from the airport. Once we'd left them at with Liz and Ed, Sr., Edward put me in a cab to arrive separately from him, while he drove his car behind me.
So, I sat and sipped on a Cosmopolitan and watched the room around me as it vibrated from the music that blared through the speakers. I had worn a pair of skinny jeans, a tight, low-cut top and my favorite pair of black heels that Alice had given me. I left my hair down and tried to look as young and fresh as possible, in my attempt to replicate that night.
I felt his eyes on me before he made his presence known.
I slowly turned in my chair to see him as he stood against the bar, beer in his hand and his eyes on fire when they locked with mine.
He gave me that little cocky smirk and tipped his bottle at me.
I felt my body start to flame for him, the blaze a small ember of nerves, excitement and anxiety as I slid off my barstool to begin my stroll around the bar.
No matter where I was in the room, I could feel his eyes on me as I worked my way through the crowd. But, when I stopped to say hi to an old friend, Tyler, I could see his eyes narrow and his fist clench as Tyler hugged me.
I spoke with Tyler for a few seconds before I looked up to see some gawdy-looking redhead as she fawned over 'Masen' as he'd instructed me to call him tonight. I immediately saw red when she touched his arm and I moved even quicker through the crowd to get to him.
His gaze made me stop short. When his eyes met mine and I could see the desire there, in the green orbs as they shined for me.
"Excuse me, but that's my chair," I said to the girl who had no chance with my man as she turned and looked me over.
"Sorry, it's mine now, ain't that right?" The red-head coo'd at Edward.
"Actually, it isn't," he leaned down close to her ear, "my fiancé would like her chair back, so I suggest you get your ass out of it. Now." Her eyes grew wide as she appraised me again and then scoffed before she stomped off. I was certain I heard a 'whatever' from under her breath as she made her way off to her next catch.
"Sorry," he mouthed and I waved him off as I moved to stand next to him.
I stood there and waited for the bartender to notice me, so that I could order another drink.
"I think we should dance," his voice was right in my ear and I shivered at the feel of him so close.
I looked up at and nodded, all the while my legs felt like jello from the look he was gave me.
"I can't dance," I answered, through a stutter.
He smirked and unleashed that cocky grin on me, "We'll see about that," he said as he took my drink from my hand and led me to the dance floor.
Just like I remembered.
A/n: So, it all begins….again.
See ya tomorrow with EPOV
Kyla
