Edward opened the door to reveal Carlisle - who looked very much awake - holding a cup of what I could only assume was coffee.

"How's it going?" he asked, taking a sip.

"It's a start," Edward grumbled. "I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you at breakfast."

I watched helplessly as Edward left the bathroom, leaving me on the floor with his father towering over me.

"I-I don't understand," I whimpered.

I tried to get up off the floor, only to make it half way before falling back down again, my legs screaming in protest. I cried out in pain as Carlisle moved into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Your muscles have tensed up from staying in one place for so long," he explained. "You won't be able to move without help for now."

I watched in a mixture of shock and horror as he took Edward's spot, moving my legs so that they were over his.

Feeling my exhaustion more than ever, tears pricked at the corner of my eyes. "Please, let me go with Edward," I begged. "Don't keep me in here."

Carlisle shrugged, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's not my choice to make. You're in here until your future husband deems otherwise."

Unable to take this new turn of events, I brought my head forward and sobbed.

"I know my son," Carlisle said, causing me to look back up at him. "And I know that he would never take on someone so weak. Maybe you aren't the right girl for him."

I stared at him in shock, trying to find the words to say. The thought of Edward being with another woman both infuriated me and made me feel sick to my stomach. He promised that I was the only girl for him. Was that a lie? I wiped my tears hastily but couldn't help the ones that fell in their place. It was just too much at once.

Carlisle said nothing else as we sat in the silence. He sipped from his cup, making the occasional remark about the passing of time while I sat and cried.

"Keep crying, Bella, and you will never get out of here. I have all the time in the world," he said, glaring at me.

Two hours, according to him, had passed before he made any movement by leaning forward.

"I can only hope that my son will take you back sooner rather than later. You obviously don't deserve him. Edward needs someone to be strong for him; someone who will make a good wife and mother. Not someone who wallows in self-pity," he said softly, but sounding so harsh at the same time. "Babies cry, not their mothers. You are no good for this life. You don't deserve it."

"I am good for him!" I hissed angrily. "I'm just tired. I need some sleep."

"You make excuses," Carlisle retorted. "You question his judgment. You don't trust him."

I shook as I tried to think of something to say, some way to deny the accusations that he threw at me, but I had nothing. He was absolutely correct. I didn't deserve a man like Edward. He was someone that deserved the best, and I wasn't that. Not yet anyway. But I could be. No. I would be. I just needed help getting there.

"I can do better," I whispered. "I can be the woman he needs and deserves. I just need help. Will you help me be better for him?" I asked, looking up at Carlisle pleadingly.

"You feel like you deserve my son?" he asked.

"Not yet, but I will," I vowed. "I can't picture my life without him."

"Say it."

"Edward is all I have. Edward is all I need. He is my life," I replied without missing a beat.

Carlisle actually smiled at my words and leaned back again. "There might be hope for you yet."

For the first time since being around my future father-in-law, I felt at peace. My body stopped shaking and the fear left my heart, but nothing could stop my eyes from closing, my body demanding the rest it had been denied.

"Tell me how you will make a good wife for my son," Carlisle demanded, pinching the outside of my thigh.

I blinked heavily and cleared my throat, prepared to speak. It didn't look like I was going to be getting that sleep anytime soon.

After explaining the different ways I would be a good wife for Edward, Carlisle then insisted that I tell him how Edward and I met. Time became a blur, and I managed to nod off every so often right before Carlisle would pinch the outside of my thigh again. I was going to be sporting bruises, I just knew it. The sun began to creep into the room, and I was drenched in my sweat. This tiny bathroom was hot, and was right in line of the morning sun, making it even hotter. My face felt flushed and I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment, from either exhaustion or lack of air. I really needed to get out of the bathroom.

"May I have some water?" I croaked after telling him that Edward was my life for the hundredth time.

"No; it's almost time for breakfast."

I sighed in relief. Breakfast. That meant getting out of this bathroom that had suddenly become my new cage.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later the door opened, and there stood Edward, freshly showered, shaved, and wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had never looked sexier to me.

"Edward!" I cried in relief.

I winced and cried out in pain as Carlisle moved my legs off of his, standing up and stretching his back.

"I'm going to need to go see my Chiropractor after these next few days," he grumbled, shooting a look at Edward.

"Tell him to bill me," Edward said with a smile. "It's the least I can do after everything you're doing for me."

Carlisle clapped Edward on the shoulder and nodded back in my direction. "I just want to see you happy. I'm proud to call you my son." Edward wore the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face.

With that, Carlisle strode from the tiny room, leaving us alone. The air from outside hit me in the face, and it was all I could do not to crawl over to the open door. As it was, I couldn't even move. My legs had gone completely numb, and it felt like there were a million needles pricking me all over. It was beyond painful.

"Edward," I moaned, trying not to cry like a baby. "It hurts."

It took all my willpower not to give in to the tears. Edward needed a strong woman. Not someone who wallowed in self-pity.

"I know, Baby," he cooed, bending down to my level. "It's going to be very painful for you."

I looked up to see him gazing at me tenderly, but I felt like there was a double meaning behind his words.

"You can't walk, can you?" Edward asked as I tried to move. There was pain all the way up my back and I couldn't help the sob that escaped my lips. "Ask me to carry you," he demanded.

"Will you carry me?" I asked as I tried to stop crying.

"Why?" he questioned as I looked at him through blurry vision.

"I need you," I cried and begged. He was confusing me so badly, but I knew I said something right when he smiled.

"Only me?"

"Yes," I whispered as my arms wrapped around his neck. I hissed in pain as he scooped me into his arms.

Two things happened at that moment. My bladder made itself known, and I pushed away from Edward, making him stumble. I cried, begging him to set me down by the toilet.

"I can't hold it," I moaned. "I'm going to go all over you!"

Edward, realizing the gravity of the situation, turned for the toilet and set me down on my overly shaky legs, making my problem even worse. He quickly pulled my pants and panties down, opened the lid, and guided me onto the seat so that I could immediately relieve myself.

Too tired to be embarrassed, I tried to get what little sleep I could right where I was. When the flow stopped, though, Edward took some toilet paper and spread my legs. What was he doing? When his hand went between my thighs, I flinched back. His face snapped to mine and I could clearly see the anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly as he eyes burned into mine. "I can do that."

"You can do nothing," he said in a creepily calm voice. "Until you learn, you won't do anything."

My eyes filled with tears as he continued to clean me. I felt so humiliated. When he was done wiping me, he wrapped one of his arms around my chest. He then pulled me off the toilet, closing the lid as he sat down. His grip was tight on me because I was so weak. Maybe Carlisle was right.

"Do you think you deserve a spanking?" he asked as tears ran down my face. All I could do was nod. "Why?"

"I flinched and I know better than that," I said as he laid me across his lap. His swats were quick, but they stung worse than anything I had felt before.

"You need to behave. We are trying to help you, and all you have done is flinch and cry," Edward said as he maneuvered me off his lap.

I leaned against the wall, trying to get my emotions in check. He pulled my clothes back in place as he lifted me into his arms again.

"I'm sorry," I said with a hiccup. "I'm trying so hard."

"Not hard enough," Edward said in a disappointed tone.

I curled in to his chest as he moved us out of the bathroom, begging him softly to not leave me. I promised him that I would be the perfect wife for him.

"You sweet, sweet girl," he whispered into my hair. "You will make the perfect wife; you just need a little bit of guidance. We just want what's best for you."

With that, we headed for the dining room. I forced myself to stop crying; I didn't want Carlisle to see me falling apart. I knew that would just disappoint him. I was still sniffing when we entered the room. Edward placed me on his lap at the dining room table as Esme placed a plate of food in front of us. I couldn't care to look at the food. I just wanted a moment of sleep so I could feel better and show them that I could behave.

"Fall asleep and I'll put you in the closet," Edward threatened, causing my eyes to pop back open.

Conversation flowed around us, and when there was a slight break I asked Edward for a bite. He happily obliged me and took turns between feeding me and himself. When the plates were empty, I tried to stand once again, only to be pulled back down by Edward.

"Mom will do this. You and I have somewhere we need to be," Edward said, scooping me back up in his arms.

Too tired to argue, I simply held onto his neck and closed my eyes. Might as well get what little rest I could. I highly doubted that he was taking me back to bed. I tensed and wiggled against him in protest when I saw that Edward was leading us back into the tiny bathroom. I was beginning to see this place like I saw the closet: a cage.

"No," I begged, clinging to his shirt. "Can we go somewhere else? Please, I don't want to go in there."

"No," he replied shortly, shutting the door behind us. There was no stopping my tears.

The room was completely lit up from the sun, so there was no need to turn on the light. Instead, Edward resumed his previous seat and sat me down gently in mine. I winced as my legs protested, but I didn't make a sound.

"Say it," Edward demanded.

I sighed and wiped tears off my face before I began.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

"Open your eyes, Bella!" Edward snapped.

My eyes popped open once more, and I blinked against the drowsiness that was overcoming me. Four hours. Edward and I had been sitting for almost four hours, and he had not let up. I lost count of how many times I told him that he was all I needed, and I could hardly remember breakfast this morning. It seemed so long ago.

"Why do you trust me?" he asked again.

I moved my leg slightly, hissing out when it immediately began to cramp. Note to self: don't move a muscle.

"I trust you because you take care of me," I said sleepily. "You always have my best interests at heart. When I need a punishment, you deliver it swiftly and affectively, and you hold no grudge afterwards. I trust you because you love me." I was sure I was slurring my words.

Edward beamed at me proudly and I smiled in return. At first it was hard to put into words exactly why I trusted him, but over the last couple hours or so, it became increasingly easier.

A knock on the door interrupted our moment, and I looked up to see Carlisle popping his head in.

"Lunch is ready," he informed Edward.

"We'll be right there. Did mom complete her chores?" he asked, standing up with a wince.

I looked down as a wave of guilt rolled through my belly. He was in pain because of me: because I couldn't be good. He wouldn't have had to take time off of work for me if I could just behave and listen like I was supposed to. He wouldn't have to be sitting with me, uncomfortable for hours on end, if I would have just obeyed him in the first place. I felt more tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I swallowed against them. I refused to let them fall. I needed to be strong for him now, not show him how weak I was. I wanted Edward to know for a fact that I was the woman for him.

"She did," Carlisle stated. "And she knows what is expected of her this afternoon."

Edward nodded and I held out my arms as he reached down to lift me. I tried hard not to wince in pain, but I couldn't help it. I snuggled into his chest, thankful that I had him in my life.

"I need to use the restroom again," I murmured.

Without saying a word, Edward held on to me as I did my business, and he once again cleaned me up. I smiled when he kissed my forehead; it was the first kiss he had given me in what felt like days. He lifted me into his arms again before leading us back to the dining room. I noted that the only two places I had seen in a while had been the dining room and the downstairs bathroom.

Lunch was the same as breakfast. I asked for food and Edward fed us again, with me sitting on his lap. My legs felt like jelly, and yet they felt heavy at the same time. It was such an odd feeling that I didn't know when I would be able to walk without help again. I felt more oncoming tears and internally rolled my eyes at myself. This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be crying. I need to suck it up and do what is expected of me.

I noticed that in the time Esme and Carlisle had agreed to stay with us, I hadn't gotten any alone time with Esme. I didn't realize how much I cherished the time I got with her. I made a silent vow then to really be on my best behavior in hopes that we would have the chance to visit again soon.

When the plates were finished once again, Esme moved to clear them, only this time I remained seated, knowing that I probably would not be allowed to help anyway. I felt horribly guilty that Esme had been taking over my chores these last few hours, but I promised myself that I would make it up to her.

"You feel bad that Esme has to pick up your slack, don't you?" Carlisle questioned from his seat at the table. I nodded my head as I tried to keep my tears at bay. "Don't you dare cry," he snapped.

"I'm sorry," I said with a lump in my throat. "Yes, I feel terrible."

"You should be the one cleaning this house, yet you can't seem to understand the concept of being a wife," Edward said.

I swallowed several times, trying hard not to cry.

"Edward…I'm so sorry," I said as tears slid down my face. I was starting to hate crying.

"That is how you should feel. Do you want another woman in this house taking care of your husband and child?" Carlisle asked harshly.

"No, never," I whispered as I shook my head fervently. I was proud that I was able to stave off more tears.

"Get your act together or that is what's going to happen," Edward said as I nodded in understanding.

After a few minutes, Edward picked me up, and once again we were off to the bathroom. I started to shake in fear just from the sight of it. I couldn't be in there anymore. This time after he deposited me on the floor, he backed out of the room after placing a tender kiss to my forehead.

"Mom will be in here with you for the next little while," he explained as Esme came into the bathroom.

I smiled widely at Esme, not even noticing the door closing behind her.

Seeming to know just what I needed, Esme bent down and wrapped me in her arms. Feelings of warmth, peace, and security washed over me as sobs overtook my trembling body.

"Shhhh, Bella," Esme whispered, placing her palm on the back of my head to hold me to her. "It's okay. You're okay. We're all here for you. We're doing this for you because we love you. They will be mad at you if they hear you crying."

I don't know how long Esme allowed me to cry on her shoulder, but I could feel her maneuvering beneath me as she sat back against the counter, bringing me with her.

"I'm so tired," I whispered as my tears subsided.

I didn't even know how long I had been awake for or what day it was. I didn't know if two days had passed, or if I was still in the middle of the first.

"You've been up for over twenty-four hours," Esme murmured. "You should be tired."

"I just want to sleep. Please let me rest," I begged.

"I can't honey," she said soothingly. "It's up to Edward to decide when you can sleep again. You have to behave, and be disciplined to obey him. Do you understand?" she asked, lifting my chin so that we were at eye level.

I nodded as more tears squeezed out and onto her fingers. "I understand."

Once I had calmed down completely, Esme moved me back so that I was against the tub with my legs draped over hers. Sitting with Esme was vastly different than sitting with Carlisle, or even Edward, though.

"Edward takes after his father," Esme said. "He has this presence that just demands respect, which is why he is so good at his job. People have always kind of migrated to him and looked up to him. He knows what he wants and he goes after it. Carlisle and I might not be his biological parents, but he resembles us in all the ways that count."

By now, I was much more awake, realizing that she was telling me a part of Edward's past.

"He was adopted?" I asked, shocked.

I didn't know that about him, and a part of me was hurt that he didn't share the information with me himself.

Esme nodded thoughtfully. "We adopted him when he was five years old."

At this, she chuckled and tapped my leg with her fingers so my eyes wouldn't close. "He came from a bad situation - one that even he doesn't remember - but he was still everything we had hoped for. Of course, he was a little rough around the edges at that age…I mean, what kid wouldn't be? But all he needed was some tender loving care, and someone to show him what love was. He needed a mother."

She wiped away a wayward tear and smiled at me sadly. "When we first brought him home with us, Edward didn't even know what a bed was. He would sleep on the floor with no blankets or pillows, and getting the boy to bathe was like pulling teeth," she chuckled fondly. "But after a few months, things got better."

"What happened to him?" I asked, intrigued.

Esme shook her head sadly. "We don't talk of it, and Edward doesn't even remember his life before us. We are all he knows. The same way Edward is all you know."

I nodded my head and sat back. Hearing about Edward's situation made my heart hurt for him, and made my guilt intensify. He's gone through hell and back, and here I am making things harder on him.

"Say it, Bella," Esme demanded gently.

"Edward is all I have. Edward is all I need. Edward is my life," I replied immediately as Esme nodded in approval.

"What was he like as he adjusted living with you?" I asked.

"Edward was, and still is, very loyal. He kept to himself throughout school. He made his first friend in sixth grade, and is still best friends with Emmett today," Esme said, shaking her head. "He doesn't give out his trust easily, and has never even had a girlfriend that I know of. The fact that he brought you home with him, shows me that you are something special indeed, Miss Bella," Esme said, nudging my leg with hers and giving me a beaming smile.

I smiled back, but the feeling of guilt still weighed heavily on my heart.

"I'm not special," I muttered.

"Edward could never see himself very clearly either," Esme noted. "But he found his place, just like you will find yours."

I smiled up at her once more, pretty sure that I knew where my place was: with Edward...always.

We sat in silence for a few moments, and I noticed that my eyes were becoming heavy once more.

"Edward is the kind of man that likes to feel needed," Esme said suddenly. "I first noticed it one morning when Carlisle was at work. I was hanging curtains in the living room and couldn't handle the rod on my own. I was about to set them aside and just wait for Carlisle to come home, but Edward came up to my side without a word and helped me. When I said thank you, that was the first time I saw him truly smile."

I smiled at the happiness Esme's memories brought her.

"Edward was lucky to find you," I whispered, holding her hand in mine.

"No," Esme disagreed. "We were the lucky ones."

The rest of the time in the bathroom seemed to fly by with memories of Edward as a young boy. Esme was having a hard time adjusting to the bathroom floor, and every time she moved to make herself more comfortable, I winced and shot her an apology.

"It's no big deal, Bella," she said, brushing me off. "I'm happy to do it if it means helping you."

After a few more moments of silence, I looked up and took a shuddering breath.

"I don't remember my mother," I admitted, ashamed.

Who forgets their own mother?

"Oh, Bella," Esme said softly, leaning forward to wrap me in a hug once more. "If you will let me into your heart, I would love to be a mother to you, as well. I already see you as my daughter and love you as my own."

Her words brought a lump to my throat that I tried to swallow down.

"I might be bad at being a daughter," I whispered.

"You can never fail as a daughter, Bella," she argued. "You are already wonderful, and I love you more as each day passes."

We fell back into a comfortable silence, just gazing at one another. I told Edward that I didn't know what love was, but just from sitting with Esme for however many hours we had been here, I was beginning to think I had an idea.

I was in the middle of reciting to Esme the first time Edward told me he loved me when he came in the bathroom. Both of us were reduced to giggling messes, and when Edward cocked his eyebrow up in our direction, it only caused me to giggle harder.

"Bella was just telling me about the first time you told her you loved her," Esme explained with a smile. "And I must say…you get your charming abilities from your father."

With that, even Edward snorted and shook his head.

"Well, your charming husband is waiting for you in the kitchen," Edward said, moving to help Esme stand. "We ordered pizza for dinner tonight. I figured you could use a break from cooking."

Esme smiled softly and patted Edward on the cheek. "You are too good to me," she said.

Once Esme was out the door, limping slightly, Edward bent down and sat in the spot she had just vacated.

"What did you learn with my mom?" he questioned.

Instead of answering, I looked deeply into Edward's eyes, trying to see the boy that Esme once saw. I didn't see him, but what I did see took my breath away. He was staring at me just as intently, even a bit worriedly.

"I love you," I breathed, shocked at my own revelation.

"What?" Edward asked, shaking his head as if in disbelief.

"I love you," I said stronger. "I didn't know…I didn't want to see…" I rambled. "I love you."

Tears of joy and relief flowed down my cheeks as Edward swept me up in his arms, raining kisses all over my face. It was easy to ignore the pain when I knew how much I had pleased him.

"I love you more than life itself," Edward whispered, finally attaching his lips to mine.

I gasped as his tongue swept through my mouth, his passion radiating from every pore of his body. My hands crept beneath his shirt, my fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. I felt Edward's hands in my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. We were so lost in one another that neither of us heard the throat clearing beside us.

It wasn't until there were three sharp raps on the open door that we finally broke apart, panting heavily.

"Dinner's getting cold," Carlisle said with a chuckle. "Though I'm guessing something cold would be nice for you right about now, Edward."

Edward moaned and moved his face to the crook of my neck, nuzzling my skin and causing me to giggle.

"You have no idea," he grumbled.

Without another word, Edward stood up, bringing me with him.

"I don't think I've walked at all in the last day or so," I said to him.

Hearing that, Carlisle turned back to us and ran his hand over the back of my head, pushing my hair back in place. "Walking is a privilege," he said. "Right now you are completely reliant on Edward for everything: your food, your clothes, your shelter, even your basic bathroom needs. Those are all privileges that you have to earn back."

I looked to Edward to see that he was nodding his head in agreement.

"I'll make you proud," I whispered, laying my head back down.

The rest of the day moved slowly. When we weren't eating, I was in the bathroom with Edward, Carlisle, or Esme. Sleep never came, though not for lack of trying on my part. The exhaustion was so great that I couldn't think straight, and I started imagining that someone was talking to me when they weren't. Not to mention that the lack of sleep caused me to be extremely emotional and every little thing made me cry at the drop of a hat. I didn't feel like myself, and I hated it.

After being awake for forty-eight hours straight, Edward finally allowed me to sleep. Needing no further instruction, I fell asleep in his arms before he even made it to the bedroom with me.

After what seemed like only seconds, I felt someone nudging me awake.

"Bella," they called. "Time to get up. Get up now or I'm going to dump you in a cold shower."

My eyes opened slowly, and I immediately felt tears at the corners of my eyes. Was he kidding?

"Why am I in trouble?" I cried, silent tears falling down my cheeks.

"Baby, this is for your own good," Edward said softly, brushing away my fallen tears with his thumbs. "You're not in trouble. This is just something that needs to be done to help you."

"You won't let me sleep," I sobbed.

"You just slept for an hour," Edward retorted. "That's all I can give you right now."

I shook my head and continued to cry as Edward lifted me into his arms like a child. The house was quiet and dark, which told me that it was in the middle of the night.

"Can I shower?" I asked, feeling the oil on my skin and the layer of film on my teeth.

Maybe showering and brushing my teeth would wake me up some.

"Showering is a privilege," Edward said. "You have to earn that right back."

"My legs really hurt. Will you make them feel better?" I asked, knowing nothing but Edward's touch could make me feel better.

"Soon, Baby."

I nodded my head, making a silent promise that I would never be bad again. I would do whatever was needed to make sure that I never had to go through this kind of hell again.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

"Edward told me that you had a sort of epiphany yesterday," Carlisle said, smiling at me.

We were once again sitting in the bathroom in our usual seats. I nodded at him, but said nothing. I couldn't make my mouth form the words.

"Tell me what you've learned from all your time with us these last seventy-two hours," he said, prodding me along.

Seventy-two hours? It's been three days? I haven't slept in three days?

"Edward's going back to work?" I asked sadly.

He said he was taking off work for three days, so did that mean he was leaving me again?

"Both Edward and I will be back to work on Monday," Carlisle informed me. "It's Friday, and we have the weekend off, but we'll both have to return in two days."

"I didn't realize you had taken time off to help Edward with me," I whispered, looking down as my face heated up in embarrassment.

I had caused so many people to go out of their way all because I had acted like a bratty child.

"We're family," Carlisle said softly, "and Esme and I will always be here for both you and Edward."

My emotions took another turn as I began to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time today.

"Stop crying and tell me," he said. "What was your epiphany?"

I wrung my hands together and looked down into my lap. I never realized just how lucky I was to have Edward for a future husband. He cared for me the way a man should care for his woman, and I was going to always strive to be the best wife for him and mother for his children as I could be. I finally knew what love was thanks to him and this family. They all showed me what life was really about, and I knew that would go to the ends of the earth for any of them the way they would, and have done, for me. We were family. And I was privileged to be a part of it.

"We love you, Bella," Carlisle said, smiling widely. "And you're right: we are family, and family helps one another. I'm so glad that you've realized your feelings for my son during this time. I know that you won't let us down."

I stared at him in confusion for a moment before I realized I had spoken out loud. A side effect of lack of sleep, no doubt. Carlisle leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"You're ready," he whispered, standing up.

Not knowing - or truly caring at this point - what I was ready for, I watched as he opened the door and called for Edward. As soon as Edward was in sight, I smiled brightly at him and held out my arms, hoping that it was time for dinner.

Edward smiled brightly at me as his father clapped him on his shoulder.

"You have done well, my son," he praised. "Our assistance is no longer required, it seems."

Edward beamed back at Carlisle and engulfed him in a hug before turning back to me and lifting me up beneath my arms.

"This is for you," he said, sitting me on the counter of the sink. He reached into his pocket and placed a diamond ring on my left ring finger.

"Oh my god!" I said as I held the ring closer to my face. My vision was too blurry to see the detail of the ring, but I didn't care. "It's perfect. Thank you. Do I really deserve this?" I asked as Edward and Carlisle looked at one another.

"You do, Baby," Edward said before kissing my lips.

"Oh, Edward, I love you," I said, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Sleep, Baby Girl," he cooed. "You've earned it."

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