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Author's Note: I know I changed my mind before, but I'm pretty sure that this will be the last of the EPOV in this story. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Thanks as always to AgoodWitch for being my ever present beta!

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Blessed Revelations

June 1st, 1943, London, England

I had never been more grateful for my company's deep ties to the war effort than I was when I approached the Admiral about finding a way to contact home directly. It took me half an hour of wading through several officers and the XO before I finally got to enter the Admiral's office.

The Admiral frowned at me from behind his desk, his fingers steepled sharply under his chin, as I stood at attention before him mid salute. "Cullen, I have a ship to run, this better be good. At ease, and take a seat."

I nodded before sitting across from the man in the narrow wooden seat provided.

"I apologize, sir. I never would have bothered you if this wasn't crucial. I'm not sure if you know, but I am the majority shareholder back home in Cullen Steel. We are the primary provider of defense grade steel used in the auto industry prior to the war, and now are providing the majority of the steel supply for the war effort. I just received a letter from my wife, sir, that there is a problem with the company. The man I left in charge was shanghaied out of his place by other stockholders, and the man currently running the whole operation is siphoning money and putting out a lesser quality product. It is imperative that I somehow am able to go ashore to England to make some phone calls to get this situation righted. All of the paperwork is in place for my wife to take on my shares in the event I die, and there was a side caveat that if an emergency arose in the event of my absence that she could take on controlling interest in the company with my father's approval and assistance. I beg of you sir to give me a short leave and allow me to head out on the next available transport."

My heart was pounding in my chest as the large hardened man glared at me, his nose twitching occasionally in a way that made me terribly uneasy. He ran his tongue over his teeth behind his upper lip, releasing the suction of his lips with an audible pop.

"If it were for any other reason, Cullen, I would never allow it, but it's crucial that the materials being sent to the front be as high of quality as possible. We're expecting a supply plane in at 15:30. I'll send an order to your CO, telling him that you will be taking a BRIEF shore leave, and to keep you in from any missions until after you have returned. I will arrange for you to fly back on the next supply run in three days time. Make it happen and be on that plane, or you will face court-martial. Am I clear Cullen?"

"Crystal, Admiral, thank you."

He nodded handing me a quickly scribbled set of orders to provide the transport before shooing me away as he began scribbling on another form in front of him. I ran straight down to the bunks, glancing at my watch and picking up my pace when I saw that it was already 15:17. Jasper and Emmett watched me as I hurriedly shoved my shaving bag and a few changes of clothes in my gunny sack as I hurriedly tried to explain. They wished me luck with pats on the shoulder as I dashed back on deck to see that the plane had already arrived and was mostly unloaded.

Once the last palette was removed from the large plane, I approached the pilot, handing him my orders. A few minutes later, I was strapped into an uncomfortable jump seat in the cargo storage area, feeling every bump and shudder of the plane as we navigated our way northwest toward the coast of Great Britain. I wanted so badly to read the letters still waiting in my pocket, but the lighting was far too low to see, not to mention the rough ride, so I opted to wait until after I had heard her voice, making her words all the sweeter when I read them.

We touched down at 17:25 at an airfield just south of London proper. I took a moment to calculate the time difference, noting that Bella would be gone to lunch during this time as she had detailed in her previous letters. Once inside and processed through, I ran to the mess hall to inhale some quick sustenance before searching out a phone that I would be allowed to use to call the states. It took the promise of insisting that the offices reverse the charges before I was allowed to use the phone lines to make my call to the Cullen Offices in New York.

June 1st, 1943, Cullen Steel Office, New York City, 1:24pm

Things had been difficult the past few weeks since the mess with Aro started. Since then, Aro has been a major thorn in our side. Thankfully, the new office was too high profile for him to do too much without drawing attention to himself, but that didn't keep from him calling on a daily basis to harass us, and cutting the office budget in half. This forced us to lay off much of our staff, working with a skeleton crew of only Marcus, Alice, Angela, Mrs. Cope and myself on a full time basis. We all branched out beyond our hired positions to shoulder the strain.

It was a typically stressful day as we each took turns taking lunch breaks, spreading them out so we had the most employees on site as humanly possible at all times. We also voluntarily cut our lunch breaks in half, and often ate while we worked. Today, I had to leave the office to have my second doctor's appointment during my lunch break, thankfully getting good news besides the doctor's mild concern over my slightly elevated blood pressure. I explained a bit of the strain and he agreed it was most likely the culprit, but still intimated that I needed to relax at every available opportunity. I smiled and nodded, while rolling my eyes internally.

I had gotten back at 1:15, grabbing my steno pad and settling into Marcus' office to take dictation on some letters that needed sent out immediately. I was halfway through my notations for the second letter when Angela burst into the office with wild, excited eyes.

"We have an operator on the line with a call from Mr. Edward Cullen from London, asking if we will reverse the charges!"

My eyes flew wide as I ran to Marcus' phone, yanking up the receiver and instantly babbling to the operator that we would accept the charges immediately. I looked up to see Marcus' hands grasped at his chest as he closed his eyes and moved his lips in what appeared to be silent prayer. A few seconds later the most wonderful voice in the world greeted me, making my body vibrate from head to toe with joy.

"Is that my beautiful Mrs. Cullen on the line?"

I gasped a cry as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Edward! Oh thank God! I can't believe I'm talking to you. I miss you so much, sweetheart!"

Angela smiled brightly at me, quietly closing the door, but not before I got a peek of a sniffling Alice and a smiling Mrs. Cope on the other side of the door jamb.

"Oh God, Bella. I love you so much. You can't even know how good it is to hear your voice. I got your letter this afternoon and begged the Admiral to let me go ashore to call you."

My heart began to pound. He got that letter, but did he didn't mention the one sent just days before. Did he not get it?

"Edward, did you get any other letters before that?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "The mail plane couldn't make it last week due to a storm. So I got three of your letters today, but I haven't gotten to read the others since I opened this one first because of the stamp and have been working to get to the phone ever since. Why? Is everything okay?"

I began to sob when I realized that I was going to get to tell Edward over the phone, instead of simply in a letter. "I have a lot to tell you, Edward, but I have to tell you this first because it's so much more important and I'm so happy I get to actually tell you myself. Edward, one of those two letters you haven't opened yet is to give you some amazing news, sweetheart. You know how you wrote to me about Garrett and his wife Kate? Well, we're in the same situation, sweetheart! I'm pregnant!"

I heard a gasp followed by a choked sort of sob before his strained voice echoed over the static filled connection. "Oh, God, Bella, that is the best thing anyone has ever told me! I…I can't believe it! I'm going to be a father? You…you're carrying MY baby?"

I wept as I said yes over and over. For a total of five minutes, we were completely lost in our bubble of joy.

"Bella, you just gave me one more reason to kick Hitler's ass and get home to you as soon as I can. I love you so much sweetheart. Are you both okay? I mean, the doctors say everything is alright?"

I smiled and sniffled. "I just got back from my second appointment a short while ago. My blood pressure is a little up, but with everything going on around here, that didn't surprise me. Beyond that everything is perfect he says."

Edward growled. "Damn that son of a bitch." I gasped at his words. I hadn't known him all that long, but I had already figured out that Edward was not one for the casual use of foul language.

"Not only is he fucking with my company, he's risking the health of my wife and my unborn child. That asshole is going to wish he was never born when I get home. But until then, love, we have to get a few things taken care of. I'm so angry with myself for not telling you about all of this before I left. This whole thing could have been taken care of weeks ago if you only knew. I've made so many mistakes in this whole situation."

I sighed, wishing I could run my hands through his hair and across his strong shoulders to comfort him. "It's okay, sweetheart. We're all writing the playbook as we go. Just tell us how we can fix this and we will. We should have told you about this ages ago, but we didn't want you distracted over there. We are all at fault here, Edward."

He sighed again, as I pictured him sitting in a room with the blinds drawn, tugging at his hair so hard that the roots would most certainly be aching. "I assume you didn't go to Carlisle with this either. He could have already started the process because he's the one who helped me to organize everything and even hinted that this could be a possibility. I should have just handed over the whole thing then, but at the time you were panicking over me providing you an account with the bank and a new place, I figured you would have a stroke if I tried to give you shares of my company."

I chuckled, rubbing my temples as a blush flamed up my neck. "I would have totally pitched a fit. I'm sorry, baby. I really am. Your Mom has really helped me to see things a little differently when it comes to all of that."

I could hear his smirk over the phone. "So you're using it then?"

I smiled. "I've used it to pay for the doctor and to buy the furniture I have, but nothing beyond that."

He chuckled. "Well that's better than nothing, love. And now for the rest of what we need to have done. Do you have a piece of paper and a pencil?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Good," He said. "Here's what you need to do…"

I was in heaven for the next hour as we worked out all of the details of contacting Hannity and the information I needed to provide to confirm that Edward was in fact initiating what they entitled Plan E. I had a set order to go in after getting off the phone, that first meant a call to Carlisle, and then to Hannity, before going to the National City Bank of New York on First and Seventy Ninth. There I would have access a safety deposit box containing the papers that Hannity would need, already signed and ready for authentication and submission that would officially make 59% of Cullen Steel legally mine. Explaining our unique situation, he had convinced the bank to allow me and only me access without the possession of a key. After the papers were in hand, I would have to make my way back into downtown to hand over the papers and allow the legal process to do its job. The whole process should only take a matter of a few days and then I would be completely vested and ready to attend the board meeting scheduled in two weeks.

I wept openly when the time came that I could no longer delay. While I had been talking to Edward, Alice had taken care of steps one and two for me so I could keep talking to Edward, but nobody could make the trip to the Upper West side to obtain the papers but me. I was finally only able to leave when Edward promised to call the house at six pm our time to continue our conversation. I would easily be able to pay for the reversed charges out of my account.

With that promise, which I clung to like a life raft in a hurricane, I rushed out with Alice and Marcus at my side to take care of the last of the process and, hopefully, be on our way to finally making all of this right once more.

I felt a strange combination of completely drained and completely exhilarated as I stumbled through the front door of my apartment at five fifteen in the evening. Everything had been set into motion. Calls had been made, Carlisle was coming to town to take care of the last bit of paperwork before he and Esme would be accompanying me to Chicago for the big board meeting.

Alice and Rose were abuzz as they rushed around the kitchen to fix me a meal, not leaving me on my own until the phone began to ring at five fifty nine. I picked up the phone with a smile as the operator asked if I would accept the charges. I immediately agreed, feeling my cheeks ache with the broad smile stretched across my lips.

"You're a minute early Mr. Cullen."

He chuckled. "Not technically. By the time the operator connected us, I suspect I was right on time."

I giggled before relaxing back in my chair, feeling light and free from stress for the first time in weeks and weeks.

"Do you even begin to know how much I adore you, Mrs. Bella Cullen?"

I sighed, "If it's anything near as much as I love you then it must be pretty immensely."

"I wish I could be there with you. I read your letters while I waited for the time to pass until I could call again," he said so quietly I could barely hear him over the loud static. "I'm going to miss everything, love. I'll miss seeing your belly swollen with my baby. I won't be able to rub your feet and your back and make sure you're eating properly. I mean, are you getting your vegetables? I hear that they are getting hard to come by. Have you and the girls any room to grow a garden like I keep hearing the men talking about?"

I chuckled. "I'm getting plenty of vegetables. Matter of fact, the girls keep shoveling their portions onto my plate to make sure I'm getting all my vitamins and nutrients, which worries me for them. We have a tiny square of grass out back that Rose has been digging up like a mad woman. She already had tomatoes, beans, and a few kinds of squash planted, but it's too soon to have anything to eat from it yet. And as far as seeing me all fat and bloated, I'm sure there will be more children in our future, Mr. Cullen. You can pamper me then."

I could hear his smile as his breath blew noisily past the mouthpiece on his side of the line. "I can't wait, Bella. Have you thought of any names yet?"

I shook my head. "I haven't had the time quite honestly, and it's still rather early. I have another seven months before the baby arrives."

"Well, just please no juniors, and let's not name him or her after anyone in our families. Let's come up with something completely on our own."

I smiled, tickled by how excited he was. "Anything you want, my husband. Let's make a point of trying to include a few suggestions in every letter. Hopefully in a few months we'll hit on something we both like."

"Sounds good to me, my love." Suddenly his voice grew muffled as he spoke before his voice grew strong again, yet full of regret. "I'm sorry, Bella, but the last person is getting ready to lock up the offices in this part of the base and says I can't stay without someone in the building. I have to go."

I sighed, feeling the hot tears already streaking down my cheeks. "I'm so incredibly grateful you were able to call me. I hate the situation that forced it to happen, but I'm so glad I got to talk to you again. I miss you so much. Don't worry about anything, okay? Promise me. Between Marcus, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, and Me, we will take care of this and keep your company safe. You just concentrate on keeping yourself straight. Okay?"

Edward sighed. "I'll promise you as long as you promise me. You and the baby come first. I would rather see the company crash and burn than for you or our baby to be hurt as a result of all this stress. Do you promise?"

"Do you?" I prodded, determined to get his word.

"I do if you do."

I sighed. "I promise. I love you so much Edward. Stay safe and come back to us. We'll be waiting."

I heard a sniffle. "I will do everything in my power to return to both of you as soon as possible."

"I love you, with all of my heart I love you."

"I love you too, Bella, more than you could ever possibly know. I have to go, but know if I had a choice I would never leave you."

"I know, my love." I answered softly before the click sounded on the other end of the line, leaving nothing but the static.

June 2nd, 1943, London England, 01:00

I read her words over and over on the printed page. It made me feel ill to have to hang up that phone, not knowing when I would get to hear her voice again, but I had no choice. With a little luck, I was hoping I could convince the office workers to let me place another call or two the next day since my flight out wouldn't be until the morning after that. Until then, I took the second best option of reading her words repeatedly. They were the most wonderful words ever spoken or written. My beautiful wife, the love of my existence, was having my baby. A part of her would be mixed with a part of me, forever linking us beyond anything else thus far. The joy that poured from my heart was so intense I couldn't help but let the tears fall as I read her letter over and over, tracing the perfect words and letting them steel my resolve. I WAS going home. Things kept getting worse and worse, but I was even more determined now. No fucking Kraut pilot was going to keep me from my wife and baby. No way in hell.

Author's Note: Yeah, this E doesn't cuss much…only when he's really upset by something. We won't see that too much, although it's a much more frequent occurrence while at sea or in the air. See you again on Monday!