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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN... BUT A TANK OF GAS TO HEAD TO LA ON MONDAY FOR THE BREAKING DAWN 2 LA PREMIERE! WHO´S COUNTING DOWN!

*keep the tissues handy*

That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter One-Ten

EPOV

Bella´s sudden cries and wails pierced my heart like a knife, each one cutting me deeper than the last. I knew that she had been keeping her emotions bottle up, but I had no idea that it was this bad.

I´ve asked her dozens of times since we have been back in Forks to go see Kate, but she adamantly refused. Her reasoning being that it wasn´t like the last time.

And it wasn´t!

Granted, she was still talking to me, but that still didn't mean she was being completely forthcoming about the way she felt. My instincts told me that she´d been sweeping a lot the things under the rug. And right here, right now, in this moment, I knew that I was right.

"I´m here, Izzy," I soothed, hoping to somehow drive that point home to her. "I know, Sweet Girl, just let it out. I´ve got you..."

At a loss as to what else to do I sat up, bringing Bella with me, and stripped away her nightgown and panties. After removing my boxers, I practically wrap myself around her, shrouding her with my very presence and warmth.

We were a mass of naked, tangled limbs, but there was nothing sexual about this moment. Even my limp cock knew that my girl just needed to feel close to me.

Silent tears cascaded down my cheeks as Bella clawed and scratched at my back. The pain of it was a welcome distraction to one in my heart.

How the fuck could I make this better?

That was the million-dollar question that I had no fucking answer to.

Truth was, I couldn´t make it better!

Not for her, and certainly not for me!

For a brief moment, feeling Bella´s sobs and hot tears rain down on my skin, I was transported back in time. Back to a time, long, long ago, when I was just a boy waiting by the door for my parents to return from their trip.

It was the first time that they´d left Esme and I at home alone, and I was anxiously awaiting their return to report on what a good boy I´d been and how I´d listened to my sissy.

I remembered asking Esme over and over to check the itinerary that Mom and Pop had left us. Surely, I remembered her telling me that they would be home by noon.

But, when noon came and went, and two days later, our parent´s still weren´t home, I began to worry. School was starting in a week, and Mom had promised to take me to get new shoes.

My new prep school uniforms were all hanging in my closet, still under the plastic wrap from the cleaners, and there was nothing left but to get me new shoes, socks, and underwear.

Excited that I´d grown over the last year, and my uniforms had to be purchased a size or two bigger this time, I was adamant that my mother take me to get new underwear because I´d grown in that area as well.

Where most little boys found that type of thing embarrassing to talk about with their mother, I did not. I was a momma's boy through and through, but Liz made it easy, she was just born to be a mother. There was nothing that I couldn´t talk to my mother about, and Esme was her exact replica.

So as I hold this dear sweet girl in my arms, I know exactly how she feels, because, it was Esme that rocked me when the news finally came about our parents.

This was so fucking hard!

Nothing but time could heal a wound such as this.

And that´s exactly what I intended to give Bella. Sometime during my trip down memory lane, her sobs ebbed to quiet hiccups, and eventually, she fell asleep.

I, on the other hand, continued to weep well into the wee hours of the morning, praying to God and all his deities that I would be able to stay strong for Bella.

AN: Thanks to all for reviewing, and welcome to those who have just jumped on the bandwagon! One more tearjerker and then we´re moving on to healing, the gang´s spanish inquisition, and happier times as E & B officially are together now!

Thanks for reading and all the continued support!

Krazi

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