A/N: I know, I know. So many unanswered questions. I have been so ridiculously busy lately. New job. But this is the end of this story, but I'm happy to say I'll be starting a sequel, which with start with the day of the change.
For those of you who still are with me, I definitely thank you, so much.
For those of you who were curious about Bella's injuries, (I didn't go into detail, I'm more of a lemon writer, not so much gore) she suffered a broken leg, a few ribs, and a few pretty serious head wounds. Again, I apologized for that last chapter. I've really been slacking lately.
Anyway. Here's the epilogue. Please, please review, for the sake of the end of the story. It's been a good one, at least I think so.
Love, love, and more love,
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It has been two months.
Two months of talks with the love of my life, hours long, immobile, still. Tracing his already memorized face, savoring his velvet voice that soothes my ears. Staring into his forever deep eyes, confessing my love which he's already heard of. Lots of, "It's going to be okay, Bella," and "If only you knew"s. Back rubs, tender kisses, and chicken noodle soup. Three hour long serenades a day, complete with Edward's beautiful compositions.
Two months of celibacy, craving his touch, needing his skin on mine. Two months of keeping my desire in check, for fear of upsetting Edward. Of need sweating off my forehead and neck in beads, just watching his every muscle move. Every touch of his over these past weeks has been pure, unadulterated innduendo. Though it's not enough, I crave his suggestive touches. Even though they always leave me writhing for more, at least mentally. Oh yeah, Edward. I caught that brush of my nipple, that saucy breath in my ear. Even those low, subtle groans. Maybe he thinks he's fooled me, but there's not once that I didn't catch that pitch black need in his eyes. He's quick with his composure, always the gentleman, but I can tell, always.
Edward says that tomorrow, I can get my casts and bandages off, and by next Sunday, if I do some leg therapy every day, I'll be able to be changed very soon. No more breakable Bella. No more bruises, no more crutches or wheelchairs, no more Edward insisting on carrying me, though I doubt he'll ever stop doing that.
I cannot tell you how excited I am for this. I'm ready for my monster to be unleashed.