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Chapter 8

Two Days Later

Bella's Point Of View

It's been two days since Edward and I had our little heart to heart meeting. We talked for hours. I told him about the girls, Nate, Cody, Stassi, and Holly. He was especially interested in hearing about Holly.

Edward and I are pretty much friends now.

Nate is still off in England but Holly's back now.

I got ready for the Abercrombie and Fitch shoot with Holly and then headed over to get Holly from her Dressing room. I stood in front of the blood red door that had 'Holly' inscribed on a silver name plate on it.

Holly always tells me just to walk in. "Why should you bother knocking when I can already hear you coming?" she'd asked me.

The second I opened the door I instantly regretted it.

Holly and Edward were tangled together nakedly (A/N Yes, Nakedly is a word) on the couch.

I gasped as Holly moaned.

I didn't think I felt so strongly for Edward but apparently my feelings were back. I tried to keep my tears in.

Holly's eyes landed on me as she heard my gasp, "Bella!" she called but I was already out the door and down the hall. "Bella, wait!" she called after me.

I stopped at the schedules on the wall and crossed out the rest of my shoots for the day. The last thing I need is for Tommy to call Nate and tell him I missed all of my shoots.

I bolted to my Mercedes SS Guard and sped off toward home.

I took out my cell, "Blair?" I asked.

"Yes, Bella?"

"Um, I'm not having the greatest day and I was wondering if you could keep the girls overnight."

"Of course, Bella."

"Thank you so, so much, Blair. I owe you big time."

Blair laughed, "It's no problem, Bella. Really."

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I walked in the house, straight to the liquor cabinet. I snatched the three bottles of vodka off the shelf and headed into the living room.

I decided that I'd write Nate a note before I got wasted. I put it in our bedroom and went out into the living room.

I plopped down on the couch and drank away the pain.

Nate's Point Of View

I got off the plane a smile on my face as I thought of my Bella. I rushed to the luggage carousel, eager to see my wife and our daughters.

I ran home. It's about one am.

All of the lights are on in the house, so Bella's awake. I walked in to see Bella sprawled out on the couch with two empty bottles of vodka on the coffee table and on half empty one in her hand.

"Bella?" I asked.

She giggled and hiccupped drunkenly, "Nate! You're home!" she slurred.

"Are you drunk?" I asked. What a stupid question, Nate. Of course, she's drunk.

"Nope," she said, popping the P. She giggled and hiccupped again.

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, "How old are you?"

"Um…" she muttered, thinking, " Eighteen." She said finally.

"My one hundred and nineteen year old wife is eighteen?" I asked.

"You have a one hundred and nineteen year old wife?!" she gasped, "I thought I was your wife!"

"Oh, wow." I muttered.

"Silly," she giggled, "My name is Bella not 'Wow'."

"Would you mind telling me why you drank all of the vodka in the house?"

"It's not Holly's fault, that's for sure. Nope, not Holly's fault."

I called Holly, "Holly, would you mind telling me why my wife is completely wasted?"

"Oh…uh…it's a funny story, actually." She stammered.

"Holly Helena Hawthorne, what did you do to her?" I demanded.

"Well, she…sort of…walked in on…me and Edward…um…you know…."

I didn't reply. Bella was still jealous. She said she had gotten over it. She lied to me. She never lies to me….

"Nate?" Holly asked.

I gulped, "I'm here."

"How is she?"

"She's passed out." I said in a monotone as my eyes landed on my wife's motionless form on the couch.

"Nate, don't be upset." Holly pleaded.

"Holly, my wife is jealous of you. She obviously still wants him. I was a fool to get myself into this."

"Nathaniel! Stop! Bella loves you, "

"I know," I muttered, "Just not the way I want her to,"

"What do you mean?" Holly asked, puzzled.

"I want to be enough for her, Holly. I want to be enough so that she doesn't even think about him. I want to make a difference."

"Nate, you are enough. And you have made a difference."

"Don't try to make me feel better."

"She told me just this week – and she's told me many times before – how much she loves you. She told me how, when she met you, she was close to suicide but you gave her a reason to live, a reason to want to live. I saw how she was when you first introduced us and I can see how much she's improved." Holly murmured, "She told me how the abandonment nightmares stop when you're home and how she hasn't cried over him since you got engaged."

"Holly, you don't get it. I want her to love me enough to where she doesn't care if you're dating her ex."

"Nate—" she started

"I gotta go, Holly. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I looked at Bella and wished I could be him. The one that got the privilege and honor of being her first love. I wouldn't have been so stupid, though. I wouldn't have left her.

I scooped her up and cradled her gently to my chest as I carried her to our bedroom.

I laid her down gently and caught site of a note next to the bed.

Nate,

I know you're due home tonight and I'm sorry I probably won't be sober for your arrival. I just wanted to let you know in case I'm too drunk to tell you that Blair has the girls.

I'm so happy to have you home. I missed you so much.

I love you.

-Bella

I read the note over and over, mostly the second part.

I looked over at Bella's sleeping form and sighed. She looks so beautiful when she sleeps.

I sat on the bed next to her and brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. I gently caressed her face.

"I love you so much, my angel." I whispered, "I just want to be enough. I just want you to love me as much as I love you. I need you to know, I need you to understand. It kills me to see you tear yourself up over him, to see you go to such extremes." I explained, "I wish I could tell you all of this while you're awake so you could know but I know that if I do you'll be upset."

I was on the verge of breaking down when I saw her eyes open slowly.

I saw the tears that I didn't see before sliding down her cheeks.

She was awake. And sober from the look of it.

She let out a quiet sob, "I'm so sorry."

I hugged her close, "I love you so, so much, Nate. I'm sorry I hurt you. I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you." She whimpered, "You are enough. More than enough. You're everything I could ever ask for and more."

If only I could believe that.

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