Time seems to fly after Christmas. I spent New Year's Eve with Edward, and it was wonderful. His gift was a simple, black lace teddy, which fit perfectly, and we broke it in immediately. It took a few weeks before Emmett felt like hearing Edward out, but once he did, the tension between them dissipated. I wasn't around for the conversation, but Edward said he was honest about how he felt, and Emmett mostly just worried he'd hurt me—which he swore he'd never do.

We can't be completely out in the open in case someone at the hospital finds out, so our dates are still kept at his cabin. In fact, with Emmett now knowing, I've been able to spend weekends there, and I love it. I brought some extra clothes and toiletries, at Edward's suggestion, so I can go over whenever I want without a bag. Emmett did ask me to tell him if I spend the night so he doesn't worry, which is easy enough to do.

And tonight, I think I'm staying.

"I'm going to grab a drink," Edward says, and I sit up from his arms. "Can I get you something? You didn't eat much for dinner, so how about a snack?"

I'm still not very hungry, but I nod anyway. "Just some water, and I'll have the carrots and dip—if you don't mind."

"Coming right up."

He heads into the kitchen, and I flip through movies, trying to find one we'll both enjoy. He's got a thing for historical and military ones, so I just pick Midway since it hits both genres, and I know he likes it.

"Good choice," he calls from the kitchen as I smirk.

We've fallen into the comfortable part of our relationship, and I love every minute of it—and not only because I hate wearing pants and don't have to anymore. It just all feels so right.

"Your carrots, sweetheart," he says, holding the plate out to me as he settles back onto the couch.

I nibble as the movie plays but can only get a few down before I feel nauseous. He changed my meds at our appointment a few weeks ago, and since then, I've lost my appetite and have been throwing up some. It's a good thing we're more comfortable now because he's had to hold my hair back a few times, but I'd rather not go through that again tonight so I hand him the leftovers, which he finishes easily.

"Jared's seventh birthday party is next weekend," I say. "Will you come with me?"

He nods. "Of course; though, I still feel bad about Christmas. No one will mind?"

"Esme told me to invite you. No one is mad about Christmas anymore. If anything, Emmett was the one who caused an issue."

He cocks his brow. "I think it might have been me kissing you, but all right."

"Good, but it still wasn't your fault. I was a willing participant, after all."

He leans his head down, kissing me softly. "Are you willing now?"

I smirk, taking his face into my hand. "More than willing."

We have a good, old fashioned make-out session as the movie drones on, and I can't get enough. I want more and go for his jeans, but he stops me, and I look up, cocking my head.

"Why not?"

"You're exhausted, beautiful. I can see it in your eyes, and I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I had all the fun."

He's not wrong, but I pout anyway.

"Fine, but you owe me morning sex."

He laughs, nodding. "I take it you're staying then?"

"If it's okay with you."

"It's always okay with me. Now, give me your lips back."

I giggle as he captures them and caresses my cheek. It's not exactly what I want, but for now, it'll do. Kissing him is like tasting heaven.

Thanks to May, Nole, Fran, Brier, and Meg for prereading and Sally for Beta'ing.