Edward walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed and sighs, "I'm sorry for being gone so long. I'm sorry that I put you in this situation with Emmett."

I raise a brow, "situation?"

He nods once, "I left him here without feeding first, I would never forgive myself if something had happened to you."

He reaches out, touching my leg, "and I'm sorry for not being here after promising you a special night."

I give him a soft smile, "I'm fine, and you're here now So..." I trail off, changing the subject. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

He shakes his head, "No, but Alice and Jasper can handle it, Rosalie still hasn't come back?"

I shake my head. He smirks, "well hopefully Emmett was able to some-what entertain you."

I roll my eyes, "sure."

He stands, "since its late, how about a warm, relaxing bubble bath?"

I join his side, "that sounds nice. I'll just get a change of clothes."

Walking to the closet where my suitcase lay, I find a simple set of pajamas and hear Edward running the bath. Acknowledging my outfit and grins, walks towards me.

"Now I'm REALLY sorry I wasn't here sooner."

I smile walking over to him, "You have plenty of time to make up for it."

I retreat to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, noticing the wine cabinet. I open it, surprised that it was fully stocked. Still reeling over being ditched by Emmett, I decide to make the most of the evening, and end It on a good note. I grab two glasses and a bottle, heading back upstairs.

Walking into the bedroom, I call out, "I brought us some," I stop, as I reach the doorway of the bathroom, seeing candles and rose petals all over, "wine," I finish with a lower tone.

I glance at Edward, wrapped in just a towel as he holds his hands out for the glasses. I smile, biting my lip. He sets them down, on the bathroom counter, taking the wine and expertly popping the top off before pouring two glasses. I scan the room once more, feeling glad something was going right tonight, before suddenly feeling guilty. Edward walks up behind me, pushing my hair to the side as he slowly unzips my dress and kisses the back of my neck. My cheeks flush, and I stand firmly, allowing the dress to pool at my feet.

"Edward this is beautiful," I whisper, turning towards him.

He pulls me in close, "you deserve it Bella, you are my soul, I love you."

He hooks a finger on one of my bra straps and cocks his brow, "I especially love this, you look amazing."

I bury my face into his chest, my heart heavy.

"Do I deserve this?" I thought.

Edward deserves this, but not with me, not with someone who clearly doesn't deserve him.

I reply back, unsure of my words, "I love you too."