A/N: This is like, a week later. Oh, and the way that Edward gets his mail is through the publishing company. Fans send mail to the company and address it to Edward, then the company ships it to Edward's house.

BPOV again.

Disclaimer: Everything is owned by Stephenie Meyer.

I had looked for a Cullen in just about every part of Alaska, but none of them were who I was looking for. I sent a letter to Edward the day I left, but I doubt he reads his fan mail.

The letter basically said that I read his book, and I was coming to Alaska to find him. I told him that if he read it, to expect me, and possibly help me out if he could.

It had been nearly a week, and I was having no luck. But I had a new strategy now: I'd been going to hospitals across the state and asking for Dr. Cullen. It's times like these that I'm grateful I don't have to sleep. It gives me so much more time!

The few hospitals that had heard of Carlisle at all said that they didn't know where he was. Except for one.

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen?" The receptionist asked me. I nodded. "Oh, he's such a great man. He's so handsome! But um, I believe he's working in a smaller hospital. It's just a few miles away, but I don't know the name. I can try to get it for you if you'd like."

I told her no thanks, and began my search. The woman talked so much that I knew it would take longer for her to even get around to finding the name of the hospital than it would take for me to find it myself.

The first three hospitals I tried told me the same thing that the other receptionist had. "It's few miles away, but I can't remember the name." Couldn't they get secretaries with better memories?!

Finally I found it. "He's actually in surgery right now. But he's going to be done for the entire night in about twenty minutes if you don't mind waiting," the woman at the desk named Carol informed me.

My stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. I nodded at her and sat in chair at the desk. I fidgeted in my seat the entire time – picking at a loose string on the chair, flipping through out dated magazines I had no interest in. I was so anxious about this meeting.

After what felt like centuries, Carol paged Carlisle. "Dr. Cullen, you have a visitor in the waiting room. Her name is…" She looked at me expectantly.

"Bella," I told her as I approached the desk.

"Her name is Bella," the secretary said into the phone. With a short gasp, Carlisle said he'd be down in a minute.

I paced the waiting room while I waited. There were no other patients, and Carol seemed used to restless people. I suppose that makes sense considering it is an ER waiting room.

I was facing away from the door when I heard a familiar voice. "Carol, have you seen my father? It's an emergency."

I spun around and saw Alice with her back towards me. "Yes dear, he'll be down in a minute. You're not his only visitor today." Carol smiled in my direction.

Alice gasped. If vampires could faint, Alice would have been on the ground. "Bella?" She asked in a shocked voice.

I nodded weakly, and I heard Jasper's voice coming from outside the door. "Sorry Alice, there weren't a lot of parking spaces, so I had…." His voice trailed off when he saw me standing there.

First, a wave of shock went through my body, followed by calmness. "Thanks Jasper," I whispered with a small smile.

Before Jasper could respond, Alice's arms were around me. "Bella, I can't believe you're here! I was just coming to find Carlisle to tell him about your letter."

"What letter?" Carlisle said from behind us. "Hi Bella!"

At this point, I felt like I was in the middle of a Cullen sandwich. I loved how happy they were to see me. I had been so hurt when they left, but Edward's book brought me so much understanding. It's so much easier to comprehend why they left. I couldn't help but cry as they held on to me.

"Bella?! Why are you crying?" Alice asked me frantically.

"Don't worry, there's nothing but pure joy and love radiating off of her," Jasper informed her before I could get a word in. I smiled at him, but his answering smile looked sad.

"Are you okay Jasper?" I asked him. "Should I not have come? I can leave…" I began inching away from them reluctantly.

Jasper caught my arm. "NO! Why wouldn't we want you back here?"

I shrugged. "I don't know…you just looked sad…"

The sad smile returned to his face. "I'm sorry." He wasn't going to say anything more, but the confused look on my face urged him to continue. "For your birthday. I can't believe I lost control like that…it was unacceptable. And judging by your condition now…it doesn't seem like leaving even did any good."

He felt guilty?! "Jasper! I don't want you to feel guilty! I'm not even going to say I forgive you because there's nothing to forgive. I'm the one that sliced my finger open in front of a bunch of vampires."

The atmosphere got a little awkward, but it only lasted a minute before Alice laughed at me. "So Bella, your taste in fashion has improved! Might that mean you like to shop now?"

She sounded so hopeful, I hated to disappoint her. "Sorry Alice, no I don't." Jasper and Carlisle laughed, but Alice looked disappointed.

"I guess that'll change!" She exclaimed. I doubted it, and I joined in the laughter at that point.

"So, are you going to come back to our house?" Carlisle asked.

My nerves began acting up. I wanted to go back, I wanted to see everyone…but I was anxious.

"Don't worry Bella, everyone will be happy to see you!" Jasper said. Tranquility flowed through me, and I smiled uneasily. Alice opened the door to a blue Ferrari, and I stepped in. Carlisle said he'd meet us there and got into his Mercedes.

Even though we were flying down the road at over 100 miles per hour, the time dragged on at a snail's pace. Soon enough, however, we were at a great white house with a great green lawn. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of Alice's car.