Honestly, it had been a pretty shitty week. So when I see Edward leaning against my door frame dressed in uniform my first reaction is to blink. There was no way Edward could be here right now. So many thoughts raced through my mind as I stared at him through wide eyes.

"Edward?" I asked again. I would have been the first to know that Edward was in the country.

"Hey doodle," he said in what seemed like a slightly amused tone. His trademark crooked smile was on his face. "I'm really here," he added softly, urging me to believe my fantasy was real.

That moment could have gone three ways. Two of the three ways would have made me look like an idiot. I could continue to gap at him in disbelief for 20 minutes. I could run to him and realize that he was in fact, not here. Or I could hope that he was here and throw myself at him and hoped that he would catch me and I wouldn't hit the wall.

So, I jolted out of bed and closed the distance between us. I launched myself at him and he caught me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and squeezed him so tight with all my limbs. When I smelt his smell, not cologne, but of soap that brought out his natural scent I believed he was here.

Edward's arms wrapped around my waist tightly once he saw that my legs would not be slipping from around him anytime soon. I buried my face into the crook of his neck. I blocked all the questions swirling in my mind, there would be plenty of time for them. But Edward was here. I didn't know how long or why, but all that mattered was that I had my arms around my soldier.

"I missed you so fucking much," I whispered against his warm skin. I sniffed and exhaled. He seemed to realize that I was crying the same time I did. I buried my face wet with tears further against him.

"I know baby, believe me. It's been shit for me too," he whispered fiercely. I felt a kiss on the side of my head. I smiled against him tentatively. I was so glad to hear his voice. "Don't cry Bella, shh," he hushed. One of his hands started to run up and down my spine comfortingly. "I'm here now, don't cry."

Finally after at least four minutes I composed myself. I pressed my lips together in a teary smile as I pulled slightly away from his neck. I needed to see his face. But more than that, I needed to kiss him. I just needed to feel him so fucking badly; before I woke up from this dream.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips firmly against him. His lips met mine passionately and within in seconds our mouths were opened. I touched his tongue with mine tentatively, nervous that I was going to do something wrong. Edward returned the kiss with vigorous energy, silently encouraging me. Before long we broke apart our chest heaving from the lack of oxygen. I caught my breath before he did. I leaned down again and pressed my forehead against his, my eyes closing.

After moments of just basking in each other's presence I needed my questions answered. I wanted to stay in that perfect moment together with him of reunion. But unfortunately my curiosity beat the shit of my sentiment. So, hesitantly, slightly unwilling to break the perfect silence I whispered, "How long?"

Edward knew what I was asking. He knew I knew that he knew, so he didn't bother to beat around the bush. I couldn't go long without knowing and already starting mental preparation.

"Three days," he whispered back regretfully. I nodded against him and squeezed my eyes further shut. When I took a deep breath and exhaled I was fine.

"Where are Carlisle and Esme?" I asked. I knew it had been one of them who knew about this and didn't tell me. I just wanted to make sure they were out of ear shot.

"Dinner party, Carlisle dropped me off and picked her up," he answered. I nodded and opened my eyes. I wasn't surprised to find his stunning green eyes staring back at me. They were questioning and unsure. I smiled slightly. The army may have him for most of the year, but for the next three days. . .he was mine.

I unwrapped my stiff legs from around his waist and lightly fell to the ground. I released him around his neck. My right hand slid down his arm until I found his hand. I laced my fingers through his. I grinned shyly up at him with just enough confidence to make it work. "Come on," I requested, pulling him over to my bed. Edward grinned conspiringly and laid me back against the bed. Then, still in his army uniform he pressed down against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine.

It felt good to touch him. I moved my hand up and down his clothed chest. We kissed each other hungirly with such a firece passion. It had felt like ages since we had last been together. I distractedly realized I had no idea how to get his uniform off of him.

Edward continued to kissing me, his hands traveling up to my breasts fondling them over my soccer shirt. He moved his kisses to my neck and his hand slipped up under my shirt. I moaned softly. When he stopped and looked me in the eyes. He seemed uncertain; it had been awhile. Yet his confidence never seemed to waver. He pulled my shirt over my head gently and my hair fell back around me.

As soon as my shirt was off and I was left in a very unsexy plain bra I went back to try to get off his numerous layers of clothing. I growled in frustration, making Edward smirk at me.

Pushing him away I demanded with annoyance, "You take off your own damn clothes!" Edward let out a hearty laugh and leaned down to kiss me lightly on my already swollen lips.

He moved off of me so he was able to get his uniform off. It wasn't hard to miss his rather tented pants. I giggled at the sight, loving the effect I had on him. He raised an eyebrow as he slid out of the camo. "You figure out your own bra clasp then," he challeneged. I rolled my eyes and went to do just that.

He was down to his boxers before I figured out the clasp.

Edward looked down at my freed breasts and then tenderly reached out and softly squeezed one, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I let out a moan and bit my lip as his eyes went back to mine. It felt so fucking good to be touched.

I slid his boxers off of him and he made quick work of the rest of my clothes untily we lying on the bed next to each other. We could take our time later, but right then we both needed it soon. He took a nipple in his mouth and rubbed the other with his thumb making me arch my back and clench in pleasure. Then that hand found its way down between my legs. My eyes fluttered closed. When he got to my outer lips and found I was already wet, looking at me lustfully he slipped a finger into me. He groaned as he felt my clenched walls. He added another finger and slowly began pushing his fingers in and out as he moved his thumb over my clit. I moan and squirmed in angonizing pleasure.

I tightened my walls involuntarily around his fingers as my legs began to quake. My mouth opened but nothing found its way out. "Are you ready?" Edward asked, his eyes blazing with lust. I nodded (or thrashed my head...it was really a matter of opinion,) and he made his way up my body and placed himself at my entrance.

He looked down at me as he is propped up on his hands hovering above me. "You're stunning," he whispered reverently.

With much effort I managed to form words, "I love you so much," I whispered, as I placed my hands on his muscular warm back.

He pushed inside me and I gasped as I probably always would at the sensation. He continued to push in, inch by inch both of us savoring the feeling of finally being reunited. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, looking down at me with concern in his green eyes.

"If you stop now I will punch you," I threatened in a throaty whisper that was entirely promising. Edward, with a smile opened my legs wider. He started moving slowly in and out of my tight wet heat. I moaned deeply and pushed my head back against the pillow.

Edward groaned from above me. I watched him as he looked down where we were connected. He watched as he slowly disappeared inside me. It was increbily erotic.

I felt his eyes back on me, and I looked up to meet those green eyes. I saw pleasure in his eyes, and found him extremely attractive this way. Hungrily I pulled him down for a kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts, which picked up speed. He allowed my tongue to keep exploring as it started to match his cock moving inside her.

Edward left my lips and began nipping and sucking on my neck and then moving down. He took a nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazed the peak, gently biting down. The slight pain increased the pleasure. I closed my eyes as I was overcome with pleasure and Edward sped up his thrusts until one final thrust hit an extremely sensitive spot. I clung to him as I came and vaguely heard him shouting my name.

God damnit I would never get used to the sensation. That amazing love.

Edward fell back on the bed next to me, gasping for air. I was in midst of the same struggle. I inhaled deeply and repeatedly trying to get under control my breathlessness caused by my ecstasy.

"You don't get that everyday," Edward said in a breathless exhale. I nodded in agreement, gulping down air.

"I'd certainly hope not Sergeant," I replied once my breathing was totally under control.

"Alright Miss Smartass," Edward smirked. I grinned sassily back at him.

Edward took the last of his needed breaths and finally had stable breathing. "I missed you," he whispered seriously. I propped my head up on my elbow and stared over at him. I smiled softly and ran my hands through his short hair. I missed his longer locks but had to admit he looked very sexy with the new cut.

"How'd you get here?" I asked curiously, staring not at his eyes back watching my fingers stroke his hair.

"Carlisle picked me up from the airport," he answered.

"Why are you here?" I asked. I knew there could be wide spectrum of answers and I honestly wasn't sure what I was hoping it to be. Something not bad would be nice though.

I looked into his eyes, but as soon as I met his stare he looked away. "Have these gotten bigger?" he asked off handedly. I looked down as he ran fingers lightly in circles around my breasts, palming them gently with such sensuality I shivered. I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Yup. 'Cause I forgot to tell you I was pregnant," I retorted sarcastically. Edward smirked and rolled his eyes, completely used to my antics. I thought I might have actually been able to scare him for a second.

"You can't blame a guy for asking," he defended.

There was no way I could be irritated with him given the situation. But I could be just a little exasperated. "I can blame said guy for not answering my question."

Edward sighed and slid his wandering hand to rest comfortingly on my hip pulling me closer to him before meeting my eyes. "I'm here because we need to go to the cemetery Bella."

And that is the event that led up to my current predicament. I wanted to protest half heartedly against Edward's demands but I knew I couldn't. Especially when he used the "Bella, I flew half across the world. We are going to do this," as his argument. I really couldn't disagree with that reasoning.

In the back of my mind I knew that Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme would probably be a little pissed off that I was only listening to Edward. I didn't want to hurt them, and truth be told after I read Alice's email I was ready to give in. I had been intending to apologize to Rose the next morning and hope she'd road trip it with me. They were all right with what they had been saying, I was just to proud of person to admit that I needed their help and support.

This morning, after waking me up gently from my sex induced coma Edward told me we needed to start driving. I groggily had glanced at the clock to see that it was just a little past eight in the morning. I knew we had more than a seven hour drive ahead of us. And for once I was glad we weren't taking the motorcycle. Instead, I curled up in the passenger seat with a pillow and blanket I insisted on bringing.

I felt bad for sleeping and wasting time with Edward. But if the man was going to keep me up for rounds upon rounds of love making then he sure as hell could let me sleep for three hours. Not that I was complaining about our quality time the night before.

Once I started to wake up due to the uncomfortable position I was laying in, Edward stopped at a Caribou and ran in to get me coffee. I smiled contently for over twenty minutes as I sipped caffeine into my blood stream.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I asked him after I took a sip of the steaming liquid and it made its way down my throat.

Edward looked hot.

I'm not even sure if I thought everything he wore was sexy because I had missed him so much, or he really was just that attractive. Currently he was wearing a pair of washed out jeans and a gray and rather muscle hugging sweater.

And glasses. And God damn did I love a man in glases.

I couldn't believe I fell in love with a man not knowing he was far sited. Evidently he had been wearing contacts throughout his leave because he had forgotten his glasses back in Iraq. But due to our early departure that morning Edward hadn't had time to put in contacts. So here he was with his black wire framed glasses that were literally the most distracting thing ever. I just kept gawking when I looked over at his sexy face. . .and muscles. . .well, his entire body in general.

"Because," he sighed and shifted his arms so that one hand was on the wheel and the other one fall between his legs, my eyes followed the movement before they snapped up and he started talking again, "I wasn't sure until yesterday that I would even get the time approved. Jasper was assigned a mission and as a result out unit operating power was low so there was no way I could go. But his mission ended earlier than expected and when he arrived at base he had a soldier from a different base that would be housing with us for the next few days. As soon as I got the green light I booked a flight." I watched as Edward frowned, still staring out at the road, "I didn't want to get your hopes up because there was about 90% chance that I couldn't come. I couldn't do that to you. Besides, your face was worth it." He looked over and winked at me with a grin.

Having him made the past two and half months without him completely worth it. I could hardly remember any of my suffering when he was next to me. I felt so strong in my conviction; Edward was worth it.

I noticed that when Edward was talking about his life over in Iraq he was very serious. When he was talking about Emmett that was one thing, but when he started talking about missions and those higher in command his voice lost its joking touch. I decided that Edward really respected the men and women around him.

"Why now?" I'll admit, even as I was asking it I knew it was a loaded question.

"Carlisle brought up that you have never been back to your old town when we were fishing. I realized I had never really heard much about your parents, but I dismissed it when I saw you in your bikini. Don't look at me like that! You're fucking gorgeous. Anyway,Carlisle started emailing me about a month or two back wondering if it would be possible for me to get some leave around the time of your dad's birthday. I told him I doubted it, but he insisted that I was the only one who could convince you to go. Well, when he threw that in there I knew I had to try at least," Edward finished. I fell against my head rest and thought about this. Edward remained silently as I mulled the idea over.

After a couple minutes of silence he asked me with soft concern, "You don't have to do this. If you don't think you're up for it, just tell me. I don't want to make you do anything. You know that right?"

With a heavy sigh of regret I nodded, "It's time. I know it is. You told me that we could get through anything together, and I trust you."

Edward gave me a smothering look full of love and devotion that gave me butterflies before looking back at the road, the corner of his lips turned up the slightest. I waited for a second, silently working up courage. "I never told you about my parents. . .did I?"

Edward glanced over at me for a second before looking back at the highway. I could see he was worried about where this was going but he tried to remain open. "No you didn't."

"Well, when I was 13," I started out, fully intending to tell him what happened. But as soon as I started to speak the pictures flashed through my mind simultaneously, each one more painful to take than the previous. I blinked rapidly, fighting back the overwhelming need to just cry. I wanted Edward to know though, so I tried to keep going. "I-I. . .my parents. . ."

"Shh," Edward soothed as I choked back the words. He reached over and snatched my hand tightly with his free one. He began to rub the familiar soothing circles on it while he spoke. "Not right now Bella. We can talk about it later, or soon. But not right now. Let's get through the day first." I nodded and clutched his hand tightly. Neither of us said anything further, instead I just stared out at the flying landscape.

After a silent hour in the car we stopped to eat lunch. I hated how everyone said they hated fast food, but really, they secretly loved it; they just didn't want to seem like a pig. We grabbed some food at Wendy's. Edward deserved some wholesome, greasy, fat, unhealthy food. And let's be honest, I had dropped the seven pounds I gained post Edward depression and I deserved a damn cheeseburger.

We ate fairly quickly because Edward wanted to keep going to get to Ohio within the afternoon. Once we were back in the truck and our stomachs were full, conversation seemed to flow much easier. So for the rest of the ride to the cemetery I caught Edward up on the stuff that had been happening which I hadn't had a chance to write about yet. And after that he told me what had been up in Iraq that he didn't have time to tell. I knew he was editing to worry me less, and I was almost grateful for it.

I was surprised that Edward seemed to know where he was going perfectly. I wasn't much help until we were about an hour out. He had gotten directions from Carlisle but when we got into the local area I needed to help him navigate. I tried to not think about where we were because I knew there was no way I could handle the memories to come crashing back.

Fortunately for all the parties involved…well…in this case that was really just Edward and I…we made it to the cemetery on the outside of town without any breakdowns. I was proud of myself for keeping it together. Edward and I were both surprised at my willingness to hop out of the truck and start trekking through the tombstones. I guess I had just been putting up a fight for such a long time that it wasn't worth it anymore. I didn't come this far to argue with Edward.

So, hand and hand with Edward we found our way to the back of the cemetery, right under a giant maple tree where my parents were buried. The trees scattered around the plot of land had all turned various fall colors and I had to admit that it was almost…pretty.

"What do I say?" I whispered to Edward when we were standing in front of the two granite stones. I read Charlie and Renee's name on the polished rock and just stared wordlessly at it. If I didn't know myself better I would have said I was nervous.

Seeing their names carved into the granite took my breath away. I knew they were gone, but it didn't stop the anger from having to be in this situation in the first place drift through me.

"Say hi," Edward answered quietly. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow silently saying really.

Edward sighed. But to his credit he did managed some patience as he talked to me. "Bella, it's been five years, they'll be happy to hear from you. Say whatever the hell you want."

"Real nice. Swear in front of my parents. Great first impression," I complimented sarcastically.

"Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Swan. My bad," Edward said, looking at the headstones sheepishly. I longed for Edward to truly be able to meet my parents instead of talk to stone. My mom would have loved Edward. My dad would have respected him greatly.

"They can't hear you. . ." I told him. I don't know why I told him that, it's just what I had been thinking for years.

"Yes they can Bella. They can hear us and they can see us. They've been watching you," he explained, still maintaining some amount of patience.

"Then why do I need to come all the way to Ohio to talk to them? It makes no sense, especially since you said they can always see me," I argued. I couldn't stop glancing at the gleaming stones. But, I could stop my thoughts from traveling to what I was standing near; what was under the grass.

Edward sighed again. "Just try it. Please?"

"Fine." I didn't move though. I stayed frozen next to him.

Edward waited for about two minutes before speaking again. "Okay, come on, let's go," and with that he urged me to follow him as he walked on the invisible line between the graves. Once we were right next to the head stones he stopped walked and slid his hand out of my grasp. "I'll be right back here," he promised quietly before retreating in his steps to stand back.

I sighed and read over the words on my mom's stone. I decided it wouldn't hurt to humor Edward. "Hi mom," I said quietly. Before I could rethink my actions I squatted down next to her. It was surprising to find that I wasn't feeling foolish. "Hey dad," I added, looking over to my right. "Um, I'm doing fine, which Edward says you already know."

And then I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I'd never done this before. It felt like I should be getting some sort of response. I don't know exactly what I'd thought would happen, just an acknowledgement really. I mean, everyone thought this was a good thing for me to do, but there had to be a reason, some magical thing.

I glanced uncertainly over at Edward. He had shrugged into a sytlish brown leather coat that defined his arm muscles but he left it unzipped. He seemed strangely comfortable here, his hands folded and hanging in front of him, casually looking around at his surroundings. I waited until I caught his eye, and then I gave him a panicked, what now? look.

Edward received the look and gave me look, silently telling me to relax. "Tell them about your dashing boyfriend," he winked. I rolled my eyes but turned back to the graves. The squatting was uncomfortable so instead I fell onto my butt and sat crossed legged on the cold grass between them.

"Dad, I know you forbid me to date, so just ignore this next part," I said to the stone on the right before angling my body more to towards my mother's.

I figured if I was going to talk without receiving an answer I was at least going to do it thoroughly. "I met a guy mom. His name's Edward," I lowered my voice, not wanting this to turn into me flirting with Edward, "he's a sergeant in the army, just like your dad.

"I know you didn't want me to be in a serious relationship so young. But believe me Mama; he's such, such a good person. I love him so much. I know if you had the choice you would have picked him for me. . .maybe you did, in which case you're the best. He treats your baby. . .he treats me like a real man should. You taught me what I should look for, and I think, even if you haven't been here, you've still been watching me grow up. Thank you for making me into the girl I am today, someone worthy of his love. I know it sounds serious, but don't worry about me mom.

"I know what you're thinking. . .a soldier? But trust me; he's the best thing for me. It sucks that he has to be in Iraq. I wish you were here, I know you would have known what to do. I feel so lost without you and dad, but he's there for me. He's not going anywhere; he's going to stay with me. You won't be meeting him anytime soon, wherever you are. We're going to have a long, happy life. I wish you could see me now mom and dad, you guys would be so proud of me. I hope. I miss you both so much. You were the best parents and I was incredible lucky that you were there for me."

I finished my talk with my mom and ignored the slow stream of tears falling from my eyes. I reached my hands out on each side to press them against the stone. The granite was chilled from the autumn air, but once my hands were against what was left of them…I felt better.

I looked back at the granite headstone on my right, "Guess who placed 2nd in the state golf tournament last year Daddy," I smiled and sniffled, using the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe my watering eyes. "I miss you teaching me. You were the best coach I could ever ask for. And Mom, I'm set to be valedictorian this year. I have a 4.3 GPA. You always wanted me to do my best and I hope you are both proud." I sniffled again and continued to talk about what was happening in my life.

It felt good to talk to them. After awhile I almost forgot that they weren't really there. My heart seemed to lose the weight it had been carrying for the past four years.

My life had been decent, I had thought I moved on over the years and I wasn't going to deny that I wasn't happy. But I hadn't realized that the place in my heart that was aching for my parents had never dissolved. I had just gotten distracted. Now though, I felt…whole. I was too stubborn to admit that I was magically cured and this visit had suddenly fixed my life. But I couldn't deny that my life felt more complete.

"I promise I'll visit before we leave again," I vowed. Then, with a sense of acceptance that it had taken me years to gain, I stood up. Edward looked over at me and could see my tears immediately. But instead of rushing over to me and coddling me, he gave me a soft smile. I could see something I had never really believed in his face…it was pride.

Edward watched unmoving as I slowly made my way over to him. Once I was standing next to him I let my head fall on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me wordlessly and held me flush against his body.

"Thanks," I finally said quietly. My face was pressed against his chest so the sound was muffled. I felt him place a kiss on my head. He knew that I was thanking him for everything. "I needed that…" I admitted. Anyone who knew me would know that I was truly grateful. I was a proud and stubborn person and to admit that I was wrong is something I rarely ever did.

"That's my girl," he mumbled, his voice still ringing with pride. After a few moments of no sound or movement he spoke again, "Come on, it's getting dark. Let's get to the hotel." I looked around. I hadn't remembered that it was the fall and it was getting darker at about six o'clock. I guessed it was around 5:45 due to the darkness beginning to set over the cemetery.

"Can we come back tomorrow?" I asked quietly, raising my head to look into his eyes. He was still wearing the glasses which framed his eyes that melted my heart. Edward looked pleased with my request.

"You amaze me," he informed me, pulling me under his arm as we started to walk. I smiled. He wiped the tears remaining on my cheeks with his free hand. My eyes fluttered closed as his skin lightly ghosted over mine. I opened them again when he kissed my temple. Edward was wrong. He was the one who amazed me.

The cemetery was plotted strangely. There is the land where all of graves are and then you have to follow a path winding around to the parking area. You couldn't see the cars when you were standing anywhere in the graveyard. So when we arrived back at the truck I didn't think much of the two cars that were parked near.

Edward on the other hand pulled me closer to him and looked around with grave suspicion.

What happened next were a very adrenaline/fear filled couple of minutes. One second I'm under Edward's arm and the next there are hands grabbing my arms from behind and yanking me out from Edward's arms. I yelped in surprise and terror as the hands pulled me farther away from Edward.

I saw two other men, nothing standing out about either of them approach Edward's front. His head whipped back to my direction in panic. Thankfully the person who had yanked me stopped moving, now he had my hands locked behind my back in a very tight grip. We were about two yards away from Edward. I struggled and looked to Edward for help…or assurance. I can honestly say that had I not been so exhausted I would have reacted in a completely different way.

And then my eyes widened as Edward reached behind him to the hem of his pants and ripped out a black hand gun within seconds. He handled it with expertise and instantly he was extending his arms with the gun in grip at the other two men while he slowly crept back towards where I was. I heard a clicking noise as Edward's fingers moved on the gun.

"You have a gun?" I exclaimed. I wasn't frightened…more surprised and relieved. It sort of made sense, because people in the law enforcement usually liked having weapons. But I had no idea Edward had been keeping a gun in his boxers.

How had I not noticed that?

For some reason, I didn't feel an urgent sense of danger. I couldn't explain it, but I just didn't feel like my life was in mortal danger. Maybe it was because Edward was next to me with a gun which he clearly knew how to use…but I figured if they wanted to kill me, why not already have shot me? Don't get me wrong, I was scared shitless; just not feeling the mortal danger.

Edward's panic subsided and he was appearing very calm, in a strange yet bad ass way. "Um. . .yes?" he answered, not sure what response I was looking for.

I looked at him curiously. "Why?" Not that I wasn't glad he had it.

I could feel the confusion of the three men that were currently threatening our well being as we continued our conversation. Maybe I should have been more scared, but really…I was just exasperated. That's not the right emotion when there's someone whose about to possibly harm you and currently holding you captive…but my life just went like this. I had come to accept it.

That and I had faith in Edward that could possibly be described as completely idiotic.

"Protection?" he answered, trying to be vague.

"Do you shoot people with it?" My eyebrows furrowed.

Edward took my question as an opportunity to flex his arms that were extending the gun. He glared at the man (I assumed it was a man) holding me, just for good measure. "If I have to," he replied. As of now, Edward was completely in charge of the situation; I would have been really fucking scared

"Oh." That made sense. "Why don't I have a gun?"

Edward momentarily let his head fall back in exasperation as he groaned quietly. I don't think I was helping his intimidating factor. I was about to say more when all of our heads snapped in the direction of a car door slamming.

I looked over at Edward for any signs of recognition as a man's silhouette appeared. Before Edward reacted in any way to the new player in this game I realized I knew the man in question.

"Creepy, disproportioned nose guy?"


Mama you taught me to do the right things
So now you have to let your baby fly
You've given me everything that I will need
To make it through this crazy thing called life
And I know you watch me grow up
And always want what's best for me
And I think I found the answer to your prayers

And he is good, so good
He treats your little girl like a real man should
He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps
No he's never gonna leave
So dont you worry about me
Dont you worry about me

Mama's Song, Carrie Underwood


-Told you this chapter was jam flipping packed. Too much?
-I got the most reviews ever on last chapter. You kinda scared me! Each of you were very oppionated and vocal. Loved it. Terrified by how strongly you all felt about characters and the way they reacted, but loved that you cared enough to tell me. Thanks(:
-More will be revealed next chapter, but not all (like I'd hand it over that easy) I did say that Edward's past would be a large part of the story. Check the Full Summary on the top of the first chapter if you don't believe me(;
-Oh! And reminder, it's the middle of October in the story, he left in the middle of July. I know this still is not real realistic but I just missed the hell out of him.
-Bella's reaction and sass? This isn't realistic. It's me throwing in humor and the Bella we know and love. Anyone ever seen Killers? Kinda what I was going more. Not meant to me a horror story.
-Sorry for the authors note, but I always seem to forget stuff in them and half of you don't hesitate in pointing it out. Carry on with your lives now!