I love you so so much!

The rest of the week flew by, I dealt with the paperwork and assigning the guys on jobs and found the task less hard to deal with then usual. Emmett had been the perfect addition for our team. He was always on time, rarely grouchy and always managed to put a smile on everyone's face.

The police called to inform me they found the robbers, two nineteen-year-olds who were angry at the rich people and wanted to swoop in and steal their sparkly things to sell them again. The night they shot me, was the first time they had a gun, the first time they turned violent. It was also the first event they tried to get into where there was security around. Luckily, word never got out to the press since they weren't able to actually enter and steal stuff. They ran as soon as Paul and me dropped to the ground and were in custody now, awaiting their charges.

I learned from Emmett that he and Rosalie had a date on Saturday as well, they were going to a gallery to see some photographer friend's work. It didn't really seem like his scene at all, but I guess we all have sides to us that no one knows anything about.

"I heard my Little Swan is taking you out as well?" Emmett winked and played with the pen on my desk.

"Yeah, I have no clue as to what she's planned though," I said.

"Knowing her, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. I better go now, I hate having to rush to a job." Emmett said as he got up and took a swig of his energy drink.

"'Kay, have a good one. If you need anything, call me. Okay?" He nodded before he saluted and left for the night.

It was around seven when Emmett texted me he arrived at the job, one of his regulars by now, by that time everyone was at work and I decided to go home.

Bella already left for work when I got home, the tell-tale of her running a tad late everywhere. The kitchen sink had her mug of halfway finished coffee and the remnants of a toasted bagel on a plate right next to it.

The door the the bathroom was open, and the scent of her body wash was still present. The hamper was more or less begging to be emptied, so I took it upon myself to do a couple of loads of laundry. I stuffed the towels into the washing machine and added detergent and fabric softener before I turned it on and walked over to my bedroom.

It was my room, sure, but it didn't quite feel like it. Rosalie had left her bed and the dressers, since Emmett already had everything at his place. Rose left me with a girly bed, for which I immediately ran off to the nearest Bed, Bath and Beyond in search for some sheets that made it less feminine. All my clothes fit nicely in the dresser and built-in little wardrobe and the expensive home-surround system looked a little odd perched on the tall, vintage dresser, taking up all the space.

I checked my phone after I took a hot shower and panicked when I noticed I hadn't replied to Bella's text, saying she got to work okay.

Part of me wanted to drive over to the club, watch her dance and steal her away for a private dance. We'd grown so close it would be highly inappropriate for me to be left alone with her while she was in her work clothes - or lack thereof.

I killed time watching TV from my bed, a pack full of Oreos and a beer by my side, until I felt myself drift off and my eyes grew heavy. The mattress shifting slightly and a muttered curse woke me up. Bella's arm was next to my head, in search for the remote. I was sleepy and mildly irritated, but that melted like an ice cream in summer when my Butterfly smiled at me..

"Well, good morning to you." I said to her with a wink as she noticed I was awake.

"It's five fucking a.m. Good Guy," she sighed and sat down next to me after shutting down the television.

"Got off early?" she looked exhausted and her hair was wet.

"Kinda , yeah. I took a shower at work and dealt with a bit of Aro's paperwork. He can't seem to figure it all out on his own anymore, and since it was my last night before I have a week off, I figured I could make the most of my time off-stage." Bella shrugged and I wanted her to tell me what was going on exactly. She was being so fucking secretive and cryptic and I wanted to kill myself for comparing her to Tanya.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Brown, tired eyes grew five sizes immediately.

"I mean, if you're seeing someone or something like that, you can tell me." I tried to appear cooler and less affected than I was, but the sly little Butterfly was on to me, scooting over to sit next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder as she spoke again.

"Oh please, we both know I only have eyes for you." she said softly and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. She lifted her head and looked at me, her cheeks slightly red.

"Kiss me goodnight?" she whispered.

I didn't waste any more time and took her chin between my fingers, leaning in. Her eyes fluttered shut, and as our lips were mere millimeters apart she went in and grasped me by the shirt I was still wearing. She pulled me closer and our lips touched, the feelings that coursed through my body so foreign that it felt like my heart would explode.

We kissed. Finally, and it was even more perfect than I could ever imagine.