Update 2 of 2 for today :)

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BPOV:

Hardly an hour after Esme asks, the doctors come in and deliver the news that they are, in fact, discharging her.

She's thrilled, and Edward springs into action right away, packing away her things in the cheap plastic bag hospitals give you for your belongings, making sure nothing is left behind while Esme plays Candy Crush on her iPad and we giggle about how he's just like his father.

And it's true. He's been such a strong pillar through this whole thing, calm and steady but not afraid to jump in when needed. Forcing his father to take a break, forcing his mother to voice when she's feeling bad. Reassuring Rose when the kids need her too much, and she can't be here. Not once making me feel out of place or uncomfortable.

He's a good man, and the more time I spend with him, the more it sinks into my thick skull.

"Bella?" He questions from behind me.

"Yeah?"

"Your tag is sticking out, can I just…" he motions towards the back of my shirt, and I nod.

"Uh, yeah. That's fine. Go ahead."

It's an innocent enough gesture. I'm positive he has no ulterior motives when he does it. The problem is, his long, porn fingers brush the fine hairs at the nape of my neck a bit too intimately, sending a powerful chill down my spine that I feel long after his hand pulls away. It makes me blush, and when I look at Esme, her eyes are trained on us.

When I look at Edward, his grin is smug, but his eyes are hot, blazing, and devouring me, and I feel like I can hazard a guess at what he's thinking right now. He saw the goosebumps; he saw how my face flushed. He knows all too well I'm wet between my legs and need relief in a way only he can give.

And it's damn fucking hard to think about anything else the rest of the day.

Hours go by, and all that's going on in my mind is how he used to command my body.

I don't even give myself permission to get lost in the fantasies and memories; it just happens. And by the time Esme is ready to go, I'm so gone I don't even realize it's happening.

"Bella?" Edward's voice pulls me back to reality, making me blink rapidly as I join the world of the conscious.

"Yeah?" I blurt.

"Are you coming?"

God, I wish.

"What, now?" I ask instead.

"Smooth, B," Emmett laughs, patting my back.

"Hey," Rose leans in, whispering in my ear. "Maybe stop daydreaming about my brother's cock and answer the question."

She pulls away giggling, and I shoot her a glare because she is not fucking subtle, and she's been dropping all these little remarks about how we obviously need to get back together for about a week now.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come."

"Yeah, you will," Emmett adds suggestively, earning a punch in the arm from Edward.

"Good, it'll be nice to have you at the house again," Esme says, sugar-sweet. It's her way of breaking up Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum while also letting us know that she, too, wants us back together.

And to be perfectly honest? I think I may be warming up to the idea.

HEART EYES. See you tomorrow!