*A/N* Strength maintenance with Emmett will actually be the next chapter. Edward was feeling a bit needy.

*BPOV*

Arriving back to the house, we filed in quietly through the double doors. (As quietly as only a half dozen vampires could be). I was unnaturally calm, thanks to Jasper, but it didn't erase the pang of guilt I felt for my eruption back by the falls.

Standing under the massive crystal chandelier hanging above the foyer, I wheeled around to Emmett, "I'm so sor—" I started to say but was cut off again. Edward, as always, was quick to acquit me of my wrongdoing.

"Bella, if anybody is owed an apology, it's you," Edward said through his teeth, clearly annoyed.

"Oh dear, what happened," Esme clucked, floating into the room.

Some other part of my vastly upgraded brain was momentarily distracted by noticing that her hair was very slightly out of place. And her usual, sweet rainwater scent smelled beachy somehow.

I was never more grateful that I couldn't blush when I realized that Esme smelled like Carlisle. And hearing the water running through the pipes and the distant sounds of a shower running explained where my father-in-law was.

I clenched my teeth to keep from grinning childishly. I supposed the old adage was true: when the kids are away, the grownups will play.

Edward went on to explain, "Emmett was baiting you. He wanted you to lose control to see if you could really take him down. That's why he was being particularly obnoxious to me, too. Because giving me a hard time gets under your skin even more."

As if to confirm, Rosalie smacked Emmett upside the head. Clearly dismayed, Esme frowned at her youngest son. "Emmett!" she rebuked. Emmett (thankfully now fully clothed) looked at me contritely.

"Sorry, little sister. I guess I had too much fun scrapping with those newborns. They put up such a good fight!" he chuckled nostalgically. "But I shouldn't have messed with you like that. Not when you're so new." He opened his arms in an invitation to hug it out.

It was impossible to stay mad, or even really be mad at Emmett. With a reluctant smile, I stepped toward him and let him wrap his arms around me in...well, a bear hug wasn't really accurate because Emmett was much, much stronger than a bear; it could really only be described as an 'Emmett hug.'

"Well, then I guess I don't feel so bad that I knocked you on your ass. But next time, can we just arm wrestle or something?" I smirked as he eventually unfolded his arms. I was pulled almost instantly back into Edward's.

"You're on!" Emmett was all dimples again. "Alright, Squ—er, Bella, I gotta go stock up on some supplies if we're going to be doing strength management drills. I'll catch you guys later."

Emmett tucked Rosalie under his hulking arm and they made their exit, but not before Rose flashed a tentative smile at me over her shoulder as they departed.

She hadn't been quite so understanding back at the falls. I could still hear the lethal sound of her snarl as I crashed into her mate and held him under the shallow water by his throat. Edward and Jasper laughed at his predicament as they hauled me off of him, each taking an arm.

"Can't say he didn't have that coming," Jasper had chuckled.

As horrible as I felt about my lapse of control, it was hard not to be impressed that I had leveled the strongest vampire I'd ever known and maybe even in the world. If Edward was 'the fastest moving thing on land and in water, it wasn't so hard to believe that Emmett was the strongest.

Just then Carlisle joined us, hair still damp from the shower. He wrapped an arm around Esme's waist.

"How was your first hunt, Bella? Feeling a little more sorted, I hope?" Carlisle asked warmly.

"Mentally, yes. But physically, I feel like a bull in a China shop," I said a little fretfully.

I glanced a little guiltily at Edward. I know he'd had almost a century to get accustomed to his strength. But when I thought about what I did to that tree, without even trying to, while doing something I'd begged Edward to do with me while human. I shuddered. That he'd only managed to bruise me seemed like something of a miracle.

And that didn't even take into account the thirst. My hand moved unthinkingly to cup the dry ache in my throat. I would have to make it up to him somehow.

"All par for the course," Carlisle reassured. "I overheard Emmett mention he was going to show you a few things. There's no one better to learn from," he smiled approvingly.

"Try not to let yourself get too anxious about it. We've all been there, we all understand. And you have all the time you need out here in the middle of nowhere to get your bearings," Carlisle assured while Esme nodded in agreement at his side.

I nodded appreciatively at the compassion and understanding I heard in his voice.

"Come on, love," Edward reached for my hand. "Let's go clean up." And in a much quieter voice, he murmured, "I've shared you with everybody for as long as I can stand."

"Well that's our cue," Jasper said, reminding me that he and Alice were still in the room. They'd been standing perfectly still off to the side, absorbed in their own little world as they often were.

I could only imagine the climate of the room with Esme smelling the way she did and Edward looking at me the way he was. And then I remembered what he'd said about spending hours or days relearning my body when he got me back to our bed and I suddenly just as antsy to be alone with Edward as he seemed to be. But first...

"See you at breakfast, Esme?" I smiled at my new mom, remembering Edward's suggestion to keep our morning ritual going after I'd been changed. I figured it also couldn't hurt to lay down some routines to help mark the passing of days.

If I had to meet Emmett at dawn, which, in the deep winter in this part of the world wasn't until well after eight in the morning, there would be plenty of time for a chat with Esme at our usual time of 7 am.

Her face registered surprise, and then delight. "I would love that," she beamed, an identical expression to the one Edward wore.

*EPOV*

Watching Bella's interactions with my family just over the last few minutes left me frustrated as ever not being able to hear Bella's thoughts.

Even more so because her brain worked so much faster now that I really had to pay attention to catch all of her rapidly changing microexpressions. And without being able to hear her mind, I had very little context to go off of other than what was going on around her.

I could see and hear her jaw clenching soon after Esme entered the room, but I didn't understand why. Similarly, I didn't understand why she looked at me with such a contrite expression on her face after Carlisle asked how her first hunt had gone.

Was she still feeling upset with herself over giving in to her defensive instincts when I'd foolishly followed her too closely? Had I been unclear when I had assumed responsibility for that gaffe?

My anxiety only escalated when her hand flew to her throat. It killed me to think of her hurting, though I knew it was inescapable. Though we'd only hunted hours ago, I would ask her soon if she wanted to go again.

In order to remain inconspicuous and to not overhunt local animal populations, we tried to limit our appetites as much as we considered safe to do so. But I didn't care if Bella drained every last woodland creature on this island if it meant that she would be relatively free of pain.

I waited politely, if not patiently, while Bella conversed with Carlisle. As soon as it wouldn't be considered rude to do so, I was tugging on Bella's hand to take her back to our room.

I probably had as many questions for her as she must've had for me. And then there was the matter of making love to my wife properly now that we weren't at the mercy of the Alaskan wilderness.

That she was still wearing that bathing suit wasn't helping the matter of my impatience at all.

With her dark, heavy hair that laid in contrast to her alabaster skin, and in the flattering, 1950's pinup girl style, she was channeling the innocence and grace of Audrey Hepburn with the sex appeal of Bettie Page. It was a devastating combination, and if I had to wait any longer to get my hands on her, I was going to start whining like a petulant child.

My lips twitched up in a smile at Jasper and Alice's rapid departure.

I suppose horny is better than emo, Jasper thought, shooting me a wry smile just before he fled the room with Alice following close behind.

Bella turned to leave with me, but then she stalled for just long enough to ask Esme to join her for "breakfast." Esme's smile was just as radiant as I knew it would be, and I was glad I'd been there to see it.

Even more touching, Bella was just hours old and had to be reeling with all the staggering physical and mental changes she'd undergone basically overnight. And yet, she still thought to reinstate the breakfast ritual with Esme.

Bella never stopped taking care of the people around her no matter how much she struggled with her own private battles. It was just as endearing as it was frustrating. Could the silly woman just focus on taking care of herself, just this once?

I guess I would just have to care for her enough for the both of us. But that was easy, because I already did, and then some.

Before Carlisle could think of something else to ask her, I took her hand and we made a break for it.

"Finally," I breathed, as our bedroom door clicked shut behind us. Bella's arms wrapped instantly around my neck and she eagerly pressed her lips to mine. I moaned into her lips, kissing her back just as eagerly for a moment, but I pulled back before we could get too carried away.

"I want that, too, believe me. But first thing's first...I'm going to draw us a hot bath and we're going to talk because I want to know everything you thought about your first day."

I chuckled at Bella's pouty face. "Shouldn't you be happier that your husband is just as eager to undress your mind as I am your body?" I teased, swinging her up into my arms.

"I should be, but I'm not," she teased back, pressing soft kisses into my neck.

I carried her into the attached bathroom and turned on the faucet to the freestanding bathtub that, like much of the furniture in this house, was built oversized to accommodate Emmett.

"You can't stop me from making out with you while the tub fills," she giggled, kissing her way up to the corner of my mouth.

I chuckled again, this time louder. "Hmm, that is true. It will take some time for this giant tub to fill," I allowed, humming in contentment at the feel of her lips on my skin and the inebriating scent of her intensified by the wafting steam.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in her mouth and the soft, but substantial feeling of her sturdy new body cradled in my arms. The spacious bathroom felt oddly quiet without the rhythmic thump of her heart keeping time. The soft, sucking sounds of our joined lips were the only sounds that could be heard over the echoed drone of the running water.

I could tell she was trying hard to be gentle. Bella's satiny fingers were feather-light on my face as they trailed up over my jaw and into my hair, her fingernails scratching pleasurably at my scalp. I purred encouragingly at the sensation.

When I opened my eyes again, the ornate gold-gilded mirror above the sink on the opposite wall was entirely steamed over, and the bubbles I'd added to the tub were piled up nearly to the rim.

I set Bella down on her feet momentarily so that we could shed our bathing suits. I shoved my thumbs in the waistband of my board shorts and pushed them down until they were puddled around my ankles on the gold-grouted, white marble floor. My rock-hard erection bobbed free of its confines and stood proudly against my stomach at full mast.

Bella hastily started to disrobe, but I caught her wrists before she could tear her swimsuit away.

"Allow me, Mrs. Cullen," I murmured silkily. "I am rather fond of that bathing suit," I grinned, looking her over appreciatively. I reached behind her long, graceful neck to tug gently at the strings of the halter top.

Her top fell away, revealing her high, pert breasts, stiffened at the tips by her own arousal. My fingers ghosted down the sides of them as I smoothed the lycra down over her ribs, revealing more of her silky, luminescent skin inch by inch.

I knelt down in front of her, pulling the fabric smoothly and slowly over her skin, unwrapping her like a gift. And as the stretchy fabric slid over the rounded curve of her hips revealing the soft curls over her mound mere inches from my face, I groaned with desire and impatience.

Bella's shapely legs stepped out of the suit as it pooled around her feet. I quickly scooped her back up into my arms before I could be overcome by my own desires and stepped over the side of the white porcelain tub. The hot water tap was turned as high as it would go so that we wouldn't turn the water cold the second our frigid bodies stepped inside.

Lowering us down into the mound of suds, I arranged her so that she was sitting between my legs, leaning back against my chest while my arms folded around her. My head bent slightly forward over her right shoulder. I pressed a line of soft, nibbling kisses along the defined line of her jaw.

Bella hummed contentedly and sighed. "If I thought this is what you meant by talking, I wouldn't have fussed so much," she giggled, squirming a little against my erection that was trapped between our bodies.

My chest rumbled with the sound of my amusement. I held her tighter to me, stilling her movements. Pulling my lips away from her cheek, I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled deeply, waiting reflexively for the scorch that never came.

Our position wasn't ideal because I couldn't see her eyes, but I wasn't about to let her go, and if I turned her around in my arms so that she was straddling my lap, I doubted very much that we'd be doing any talking after that.

(Nor did I expect the tub to survive, and I didn't want to think about how much water damage we'd cause if it shattered now.)

"Tell me everything. No editing. What have been your first impressions of being a vampire? What surprised you the most? What are you curious about? How do you feel?" I rattled off questions as quickly as they entered my mind.

*BPOV*

I sighed happily feeling Edward drag a soapy washcloth over my chest and shoulders. He squeezed out the cloth, causing rivulets of warm, sudsy water to trickle over and between the exposed tops of my breasts. He then soaked the cloth back in the water and repeated the action on my shoulder now.

There was so much to absorb, I was still sorting my thoughts, but I knew it would frustrate Edward if I took too long to answer him.

"I'm still processing it all, you know. Cataloging all the new sights and scents and sounds. There's so much that I was completely deaf and blind to before. It's overwhelming. And distracting," I said, clearly seeing our faces reflected back at me in various sizes from various angles on the liquid surface of each individual bubble.

"It's also incredibly freeing to know that I'm no longer bound by my physical limitations. There are so many things I want to do and try now that I'm no longer disabled by my own clumsiness," I giggled.

"Like what?" Edward asked excitedly, thrilled by the idea of new experiences he can present me with.

"I want to climb Everest and get sucked up into the eye of a tornado! I want to explore the other eighty percent of the ocean that no one has ever seen. I want to go knock over Stonehenge like dominoes and then put them right again-" my fantasizing out loud was cut off by Edward's amused laughter.

"Who knew you were such a troublemaker?" he asked in a teasing voice, his washcloth laving over my skin from my hip up to my bent knee.

"Nineteen years of being a trouble magnet was plenty. I'm retired. Troublemaker is my new gig now," I smiled widely.

Edward chuckled at this proclamation. "Emmett will be thrilled to have a new partner in mischief. Well, two new partners because obviously, I'm coming with you," he added, sounding as if he was rolling his eyes at the absurdity of any other alternative.

"You'll probably find Everest too easy, but it's worth doing at least once. The tornado, now that's what we call doing a 'Pecos Bill.' Gosh, I haven't done that since my teens back when we lived in Tennessee-"

"Timeout," I said, holding my hands in the shape of an uppercase 'T ' "Those were just some of the craziest things I could think of off the top of my head, and you're telling me you've already done them, and you never told me?" I asked, craning my head around to look at him, equally astonished as I was exasperated. I mean, you think you know a person...

"Well there wasn't a lot to do in Tennessee in the '30s," Edward explained in the voice he used when he was trying to be cute. "Besides we're not talking about me, we're talking about you."

"What else is new?" I grumbled.

He laughed lightly as the fingers of both hands came to rest over my ribcage. "You're lucky you can't control your strength yet or else I'd be tickling you right now.

I cringed, thinking of the destruction I'd cause trying to squirm away from tickling fingers.

"I can't wait until I've got a better grip on that. Feeling so out of control of my own body, like I'm going to break everything I touch, are like the worst parts of being clumsy or drunk."

"I know," he empathized. "It'll pass. You'll get more experienced at calibrating your strength once it starts to level off in a few months. For now, you better let me handle doorknobs," he teased.

"I would be annoyed by that, except I don't think I can remember a time when you didn't open a door for me, so I guess it's moot." Edward smiled winningly at me.

"What else? Any other takeaways from today?"

"Well, I already told you what I thought about hunting. That was incredible. When will we get to do it again? I'm not sure I can wait two whole weeks, but-" But Edward wouldn't let me finish.

"No, Bella, you don't have to wait. We hunt, on average, every two weeks because we're older and have conditioned ourselves to curb our appetites over time, but that takes years of practice.

"The thirst is much more relentless for a newborn. So hunt as often as you feel you need to, love. I don't want you hurting."

That came as a relief. I was going to try to hold off as long as I could. But at the rate the burn in my throat was steadily increasing in degrees, I doubted I'd make it through the next day or two without hunting again before the pain became unmanageable.

"Another question. Why did you sound so worried when I dove in the river today? What could possibly happen to me now?" I asked, an incredulous laugh in my voice.

"I don't know," he groaned, sounding embarrassed. "It goes against the grain watching you dive into white water rapids and not come up for air. I was having a heart attack the whole time," he laughed sheepishly.

I nuzzled deeper into his chest. "You never have to worry about me like that again, short of the wolf pack finding me and tearing me to shreds. They're the only ones Alice wouldn't see coming," I joked macabrely.

Edward's growl was low and vicious. "I'd turn any wolf that tried into a fur coat. I'd have one in every color."

I tossed my head back over his shoulder and laughed at the image of my Edward in a wolf-skin coat.

"Ok, but only so long as you wear a pimp hat to complete the look," I said, dissolving into giggles.

"If that's all it would take to get your approval to skin some wolves, why didn't you say so sooner?" he snickered. The sound was then muffled by his lips pressing tenderly against the top of my shoulder and moving up the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly at the sensations.

"Can we be done talking?" I gasped as he nipped at a sensitive spot on my neck.

"For now," he grinned against my skin. I heard the suck of the water swirling down the drain as Edward pulled the plug. Then he gathered me into his arms and lifted me out of the tub. Wrapping me in a plush white towel, he set me on my feet in front of the ornate gold-framed mirror.

It was sort of odd. No pruney fingers. And the towel was hardly even necessary; I was almost instantly dry, the water beaded off my nonporous body like the marble statue it was. I didn't feel drowsy from the late hour or the relaxing bath.

I felt...alive. More alive than I'd ever felt, and now I was thrumming with anticipation from the lusty way in which Edward's eyes swept over me in the mirror. And maybe a little nervous, too. He really was looking at me like I was something to eat, I thought to myself giddily.

The thought crossed my mind that it was probably a good thing I had plans with Esme and Emmett in the morning, because if I didn't, what possible reason could we have for stopping once we got started?

Conversely, would seven hours be enough time? I doubted it, even now that the seconds seemed to tick by so much slower with my lightning-fast brain.

"Bedtime for the vampire?" Edward asked from behind me, extending a hand while making eye contact with me in the mirror. I whirled around to face him, letting the towel drift to the tiled floor around my feet.

Taking his hand, I answered, "Yes, please," in my musical voice, breathy with need. Edward made a low, appreciative sound in the back of his throat as his eyes raked over my body.

Suddenly, there was nothing beneath my feet but air as Edward swept me up into his arms and dashed back to the bedroom, placing me in the center of our bed as gently and with as much care as if I was still a fragile, breakable human.

*EPOV*

Perfection. Utter perfection. That's what Bella looked like standing there in front of the mirror. The changes were subtle but there. Her shoulders were ever so slightly broader. The muscles in her arms, legs, and abdomen were more defined, but she was still so soft, so feminine.

And now she was sturdy. Now I could love her fully, with all of the enthusiasm and passion I'd been holding back. That dam was finally breaking; the floodwaters on the other side felt like they'd swallow me whole, flatten me like a sandcastle at high tide if I attempted to deposit even one more molecule of unspent desire.

Staring at her in the mirror, I still had some semblance of control left. But then she'd turned around and looked me in the eye and purred, "Yes, please." Like the inverse of Medusa, the longing in her crimson eyes turned my already stone body back to man.

"Bella, my Bella," I crooned, as I laid her on the bed, bare, breathtakingly beautiful, and mine. All mine. I kissed the scar on her throat first, that most sacred remnant of her sacrifice. Taking her face between my hands, my lips found hers and I kissed her with a passion and a purpose that I never dared let myself feel before this moment.

I could hear the surprise in the small squeak she produced as my lips melded to hers, desperately, demandingly.

My fingers traced lightly over her perfected bone structure, rememorizing her high cheekbones and the way her delicate chin perched atop the crook of my finger like a songbird.

I felt Bella wrap one long, supple leg around my waist, drawing me closer, as she first submitted to the demands of my lips, then pushed back with a few demands of her own.

Words were unnecessary. Unwanted, even. Moans, mewls, whimpers, gasps, and sighs conveyed what words never could.

Bella's head was thrown back as I cupped the side of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the other side just below her ear. More moans. More sighs.

Her hand was wrapped around the back of my head. With a light tug that made me groan with pleasure, her fingers fisted around the shorter, bristly hairs at the nape of my neck.

Following the ridge of her clavicle, my lips found the hollow of her throat. I continued on like that for an immeasurable amount of time-rediscovering all of her most sensitive spots and finding a few new ones.

I had gotten to know Bella's human body almost as well as I knew my own, but everything would feel different to her now. My temperature, my scent, the way I touched her, even the sound of my voice. In many ways, she was getting a different version of me just as much as I was getting a different version of her.

It had been a gift getting to know Bella's body so intimately as a human. To get to experience that all over again was like winning the lottery a second time.

I had always been able to use the tempo of her heartbeat or the deepening flush on her chest and cheeks to know when I was doing something right. But now I felt almost human having to rely on her sounds and her body language to guide me.

As my splayed hands moved up to explore the peaks and valleys of Bella's ribcage, my thumbs rested in the creases just below her breasts that were now heaving with her accelerated breathing. Bella's back arched and her chest jutted out, straining for my touch.

"Always so eager," I chuckled, stroking my thumbs upward over the rosy pebbled tips that tightened even more under my touch making Bella gasp.

Leaning down, I suckled one into my mouth while I palmed the other breast, pinching her nipple gently between my fingers and then gradually pinching harder until she sucked in a sharp breath. Then switching sides, I replaced my fingers with my mouth and carried on.

I continued on, down the taut plane of her stomach until her hips were squirming between my hands and the intoxicating perfume of her arousal was directly under my nose. A low moan of raw desire escaped my throat as the heady scent of her made my cock throb almost painfully with need.

Murmured pleas fell from her lips, but I moved right past her core to press my lips against the silky smooth, soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

Bella's eyes flashed to me and she whined at being denied. I laughed darkly. Delayed satisfaction was part and parcel of her new lifestyle, after all.

Besides, I told her I was going to take my time relearning every inch of her new body, and a gentleman is a man of his word. And I was nothing if not a gentleman.

I ran my palms down the lengths of legs, trailing my fingers over the caps of her knees, down to her cute little toes, shiny with clear nail polish.

Taking one of Bella's pale, dainty feet in my hands, I massaged my thumbs into the arches and between the balls of her feet evoking a deep moan of satisfaction. (I learned that trick from Carlisle-never underestimate the value of a good foot rub.)

After I massaged her other foot, I took an ankle in each hand, and in a lightning-fast movement, I pushed her legs back into her chest making her yelp in surprise. Still holding her ankles, she was bent near in half, open and vulnerable to my hungry eyes, but I wasn't quite done drawing out her anticipation.

Holding her legs in place, on the backs of her ankles my hands slid languidly over the soft curves of her calves where I paused to nibble at the ticklish backs of her knees. Then further down, over the toned contours of her hamstrings, and finally, at the end of the circuit, the feminine swell of her hips was back between my hands.

Laying down on my front before her, my hands around her hips gave one good hard yank, pulling her heated core directly over my eager mouth.

"Edward!" she gasped as I dragged my tongue up through the center of her folds, moaning in ecstasy at the exquisite taste of her. Loving her like this was pure and simple heaven.

The taste of her, the scent, the sound of her sighs that turned into moans..that turned into wails..that turned into sobs...that turned into an elated laugh that almost sounded like crying.

The nifty thing about vampire anatomy is that our nerve endings could not become oversensitized, something Bella quickly found out when my tongue didn't let up after her first orgasm. Or the second. I wouldn't have stopped there either except that's when Bella, still convulsing with aftershocks, begged me to make love to her. I couldn't deny her then.

Lining myself up to the swollen, glistening flesh of her center, I first lowered myself down to capture her lips with my own, kissing her deeply and with complete abandon. With one swift thrust of my hips, we were joined in two different places.

I rocked my hips into hers, penetrating her with deep, rhythmic thrusts. All the while, whispered words of love and devotion passed between our lips intermingled between soft, lingering kisses.

Nothing was more glorious than Bella in the throes of passion. Eyes hooded, full lips parted, chest heaving, heavy breathing. Her arms were slung behind my back, hands cupped over my shoulders, using her grip as leverage to pull me into her harder and deeper, grunting with pleasure at the wet slap of each collision.

She felt incredible, so warm and wet and tight around me that I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I reached between us and circled my thumb over the swollen pink pearl that peaked out from between her soft folds.

"Oh God, Edward, don't stop," Bella pleaded, eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"Look at me Bella," I demanded in a husky voice. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

No sooner had I said it did her eyes pop open wide and her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Then her interior walls constricted around my erection, gripping me like a vise. Her low, protracted moan then crescendoed into a toe-curling orgasm that had me grunting out in my own release seconds later.

I collapsed on top of her, panting and trembling as I came down from the high, for once not concerned about crushing her under my weight. Bella's arms were still wrapped around me, her fingertips tracing light patterns up and down my spine, making me shiver convulsively from the sensation.

Having regained my wits, I rolled over onto my back by her side, lacing my fingers through hers in the narrow space between our bodies. I brought her hand up to my face and kissed the back of it before resting our joined hands over my heart.

"That was amazing!" Bella extolled, smiling beatifically. "Shall we go again?"

Pulling her on top of me, I grinned, "I thought you'd never ask!"

*A/N* Sorry it took so long for me to get this out. Some chapters write themselves and some are like pulling teeth, and this one was definitely a trip to the dentist! Thank you, as always for your continued support and enthusiasm for my little fic AND for the nomination for Top Ten Twilight fics completed in March! You can vote for She's My Blackberry Pie every day for the rest of April. Thank you in advance! Til next time, my lovelies!

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