(A/N: Okay, so lots of fluff in this chapter. And the next chapter too, I think. But trust me, in three or four chapters A LOT OF ACTION is going to happen. (don't worry, there will still be fluff.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon or any of their characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

Edward loaded me into his Volvo. My clothes were soaked in blood, so I had no choice but to stay in my paper hospital gown. I was very uncomfortable.

With my attire being so scanty, I got to examine my wounds more efficiently. The bruises I had felt forming yesterday were now visible. My ivory skin made the purple contusions look even worse. And if possible, they were more painful than they appeared.

I had cuts all around my ankles and covering my arms. Of course I chose to wear capri's and a short-sleeved shirt the day that I got in a car accident.

I could feel the stitches in my head and then realized I didn't know how bad my condition was.

"How bad?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he took his topaz orbs off the road and eyed me curiously. I could feel my cheeks turn a rosy color as he stared at my exposed body.

"How bad am I?" I clarified.

"Nothing's broken. You obviously have quite a few cuts and bruises, and you have eleven stitches in your head." His tone was musical, as always, but he sounded slightly fuming. "You lost a lot of blood from your head and you had to have transfusions – again." He was definitely angry now.

"Sorry." I murmured.

"You shouldn't be sorry, that stupid mutt is the one that should be sorry."

"Umm, Edward, you were sort of standing in the middle of the road."

"Bella, do you have any idea what actually happened yesterday morning?" I shook my head. "Okay then, would you like me to explain?" I nodded to urge him to proceed. "I left your house – as I do every morning, to get a change of clothes. When I came back to your house, you were gone, and I could smell that disgusting dog." He paused and took in a deep, unnecessary breath to calm himself. "I went to find you and –"

"Wait you were spying on me?!" I accused him irately. "I don't need a babysitter Edward."

"You may not, but the dog does." He said coolly, but I wasn't letting him off the hook that easy. I had been wanting to speak with Jacob and Edward about how they talked about each other – I hated it. And not to mention the fact that they treat me like a breakable glass. I would have to catch up with Jacob later…

"First of all, Jacob is my friend not a 'dog' or a 'mutt'…" I thought I heard Edward mumble something,but with Edwards rapid speaking, I couldn't be sure what he'd said. "And secondly, he does not need to be watched. I trust him, and that should be enough for you."

"Okay, but honey, can't we talk about this later? I didn't finish my story." He reminded me.

"Oh, yeah. Go ahead."

"Like I was saying, I went to find you…" he paused to see if I was going to have another angry outburst, and continued when I remained silent. "I followed the do- Jacobs, scent and found you in the car – with him – about to explode and crush you." He kept his face calm, but I knew the thought of Jacob being the cause of my death was angering him more than he was letting on.

I didn't know what to say. What was there to say? 'You don't actually know that he was going to turn into a werewolf' or 'I would have been just fine'? No. If Jacob was about to transform into a werewolf, Edward would have seen it in his mind – there was no arguing about that. And I definitely would not have been fine – there wasn't any arguing about that either.

With nothing to respond with, I just murmured "Oh."

"Still trust him?" Edward asked, with a mocking smile taking its place on his face.

I pressed my lips together. He always acts so smug. "Yes."

The smug smile was erased by utter confusion and rage. "But why? Bella, don't you understand he's no good for you? Can't you just stay away from him?"

"No." I made my voice final – which is something I don't think I have ever done before. The obstinate tone in my voice had left Edward speechless.

I wasn't going to chose between Edward and Jacob. They could try and make me, but I promised myself I would stand my ground.

I couldn't afford to lose either of them. Edward was my life and my love. He was everything that I had always wanted and so much, much more.

Jacob was my sun and my soul. He was my best friend – the type that helps you through the worst break-up of your life. He was my savior.

And they both loved me. They both loved me whole-heartedly, and they were going to try and make me chose between them because they wanted my whole-heart. How did I get myself into this situation?

My thoughts were cut-off when a cool touch startled me. I had been too lost in thought to realize that Edward had already parked his car outside his house, and was now picking me up to carry me inside.

"I'm fine. I can walk." I tried to hop from his hands but he held me tight against his chest. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. I sighed. He was so headstrong about absolutely everything.

"Fine." He said boldly in response to my sigh. To my surprise he set me gently on my feet. I looked up at his face in awe that he had just given in. He never gives in!

He smiled humorously again at my mystified state. "Oh come on, I'm not that unreasonable."

"Hey! I thought you couldn't read my mind!"

"And you thought correctly. I can't read your mind." He smiled his gorgeous crooked-smile, and I stopped dead in my tracks. After a while of me gawking at him he asked me teasingly how long I planned on staying outside in my paper hospital gown. I flushed and began to walk lamely the rest of the way to the house. When I dared to glance at Edward again, his expression was tormented. I credited his pained appearance to my limping state. He was probably torturing himself for putting me in more pain and danger. I often wondered to myself if he was some sort of masochist.

Edward opened the door for me, and to my embarrassment Esme, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie, and Alice were all gathered around the door. Alice had a wide smile on her face and embraced me with open arms. "Hi Bella!"

"Huh-I Al-li-ce." I could barely speak – or breath. She was holding me tightly in her firm, vampire strength. Just before I began gasping for breath Jasper quietly came to my rescue.

"Alice, she might need to breath sometime." He reminded her, while gently pulling her off of me. I threw his a weak, thankful smile while I tried to regain control of my breathing.

"Oh, sorry." She whispered in a low note that was barely audible for my ears. She looked ashamed. Jasper sensed her penitence and put a comforting arm around her waist.

"So… care to tell us about your dreams?" Rosalie suggested, to end the short, awkward silence that enveloped us.

I let out a low sigh that I didn't intend for anyone to hear, but was heard nonetheless. I should have assumed that Alice would have had a vision of about my dream and told her family. That's why they were all gathered around the door waiting for me – not because they wanted to make sure I was okay, but because they were expecting a phenomenal, exciting story about my dream.

I was hesitant. I didn't even want to tell Edward about my dream, let alone his whole family. But what choice did I have now?

"Can I get changed first?" I requested, blushing as they all took looked me over, and realized I was still wearing a paper gown.

"Yeah of course. Come with me!" Alice swooped me up in her arms and flew upstairs and into the bedroom she shared with Jasper. I had never been inside their room before, but I liked it. This room, like Edwards, was large and had a full glass wall. There were white vertical blinds that were drawn to the side. The rest of the room was painted a light-blue/gray color with a white trim. The room had a dark hardwood floor that matched the. There were two chairs, a shade lighter than the walls, that were placed on opposite sides of a square glass table. There was a comfy-looking white couch with light-blue pillows pushed against the wall opposite to the glass one. When you entered the room, the large closet was to your immediate left. The two dark wooden bureaus stood side-by-side on the wall adjacent to the couch. One of the bureaus was tall, the other long. I assumed the long one was Alice's because it had a full length mirror perched on top of it. I also assumed that Alice used both the bureau and the closet to hold all of her clothes and shoes. The room had a calm feeling to it. I wasn't sure if it was because of all the light tones and the delicate lily placed on the glass table, or because Jasper spent much of his time here, and his calming effects had worn off onto the room.

As soon as she had seated me on one of the comfortable chairs she went rummaging through her closet to find me something to wear. "Alice, do I really have to tell them my dreams?"

"Why wouldn't you?" She asked, not pausing on her search to find something big enough to fit me.

"I think that Edward will get a little mad." I confessed reluctantly. Edward was either listening in on our conversation from downstairs, or was searching Alice's mind.

When Alice didn't respond I took it as confirmation to my worries. "Oh this is perfect!" She exclaimed while pulling out a dark-blue dress that would reach about my knees. If I hadn't been so horrified of the dress, I would have realized the clothes were just a distraction so I wouldn't worry about Edwards reaction.

"Alice – No!" I pleaded.

"Don't be silly. It will look nice." I would have objected further but somehow, she had already gotten the dress on me. "I bought this uhh… a couple of years ago, and it was too long for me, but it fits you perfect!" From the looks of it (and the price tag), it was a.) very expensive, and b.) brand new, not from a few years ago. Alice set me up.

She went back to her closet and reached for a pair of silver stilettos. This is where I drew the line. At least I have an excuse – not that it stopped her last time. "Alice, I don't think I can wear those. I don't think I'll be able to walk, or limp in this case, in those shoes." I spoke innocently, hoping that she would see me as being concerned, not objective. She let out a noisy sigh.

"Bella, please do not be difficult." She spoke quickly while sliding my feet into the deadly shoes.

"But Alice, there isn't even a special occasion!" I whined childishly.

"Complain all you want, but you know that eventually, I will make you wear these shoes." I put on my biggest pout face in defeat.

If I thought that was the end, I was either crazy or stupid. As soon as she had my shoes strapped on she went over to her bureau and began to grab an armful of different assortments of makeup. This was the last straw – I would ask her not to politely, and if she refused, then I would have to even the playing field.

"Please, no make-up. You already put me in this ridiculous dress, and these deadly shoes, I think makeup should be my call." She put on a devilish grin and continued to pile her makeup in her arms. Alice was being so unfair, forcing me to do what she wanted because she was a strong vampire. Well, I could be unfair too. "Edward?" I spoke in my regular voice, finally getting used to not having to shout for him.

There was a knock on the door and Alice's makeup crashed onto the floor and her jaw dropped in shock. She had never seen me pull the 'Edward card.' This time, it was my turn to smile devilishly.

"Come in please." Edward opened the door halfway and stopped. He gaped at me and his jaw dropped as well. After a few moments of his staring, I began to get a little uncomfortable. "Edward?"

"Yes?" he opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the room.

"Can you please, please, tell Alice not to put makeup on me." He walked the distance to me and put his finger under my chin, lifting my head – and stared deep into my chocolate eyes. He didn't speak to me though.

"Alice, do you see this lovely face?" She didn't respond. "Do you really think that makeup could really make her more beautiful?" Edward took his eyes from mine, and gave Alice a look that settled the small dispute.

"Come on sweetie." He took my hand and began to lead me out of the room. When I vacillated, he turned to face me and I glanced pointedly at the silver shoes Alice had forced me into. He laughed quietly and swiftly picked me up. We were at the bottom of the stairs before I could close my eyes.

When we were down stairs I heard Emmet whoop and shout "She's here! Come on Bella, we've been dying to hear about your dreams!"

We – well Edward, walked into the living room where the entire family had already gathered. Carlisle had returned from work, and I'm assuming that they had filled him in.

I blushed, I hate being the center of attention. Edward placed me on the only empty couch and sat down next to me. When I didn't speak Emmet pleaded "Come on Bella. Just tell us already."

Edward entwined my hand in his and began to rub soothing circles on the back of my hand. I let out a deep breath and began.

When I told my first dream I saw everyone's beautiful expressions sadden, just as in my dream. They all avoided eye contact with me. Edward stopped rubbing the soothing circles as soon as I'd told them why (in my dream) they were so sad. When I got to the part about them leaving, and my forever gone happiness, Edward took his hand from mine and put his head in his hands. I didn't like seeing this family – my family – like this.

"I-I think I should stop." I suggested in a cheerless tone after I was finished with the first.

"No, just keep going. We're fine." Esme reassured me. It wasn't any comfort though. The first dream was much worse than the first.

When I began to tell the second dream, I felt sort of crazy trying to describe the setting – darkness, emptiness. They all nodded their head to assure me they understood, and to continue. When I described my friends and family fading away they all looked very puzzled. But when I continued and explained that I was a vampire, a comprehending expression took the place of the puzzled one. When I finished my reciting my dream, my voice was just a whisper. I could her low snarls and growls coming from Edward and Emmet. Jasper looked angry, but was refraining from the roaring festivities around him. Carlisle and Esme looked worried. Alice's mood wasn't her normal peppiness, but she didn't seem either angry or worried.

"Was there anything else Bella?" Carlisle asked, after ordering that Emmet and Edward stopped growling.

"No then I woke up." I decided to skip over the screaming part.

"Screaming." Edward informed them to my dismay.

"Hmm, okay then. I don't think that it has any significance other than the fact that those are two realities you might face Bella." I gulped. I definitely didn't want to lose Edward, and I didn't want to start a war either. Wasn't there any other way?

"Bella, I think I should take you home now. Charlie will be home soon." Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Wait." I protested. "I was going to come here yesterday, before I got into the accident. I wanted to talk to all of you."

"Go ahead, the floor is yours." Carlisle gestured with his hand for me to begin.

"Well, I have decided that I am definitely going to join your family. There are just a few things we have to work out." I took my seat back on the couch, not feeling very safe standing on the four-inch heels. "Well, first and foremost, what about the werewolves? I don't want to start a war."

"We can handle ourselves Bella." Carlisle assured me.

"Okay then." I knew he was being passive, but when it came down to it, that's what we would do. We would handle it. I decided to move onto a lighter topic. "When I am changed, am I going to move in with you?"

"Of course Bella!" Alice chirped happily. That was a relief. I wasn't sure if I was going to have to find a house of my own.

"And lastly, I have decided that…" I turned to face Edward. "I would be very happy to be Mrs. Bella Marie Cullen." Edwards topaz orbs widened and I heard Alice squeal with joy. So this is why she had dressed me up.

Edward took my head in his hands and pulled me into a passionate kiss. This was possibly the longest kiss I had ever had with him, and I didn't want it to end. I'm pretty sure Edward didn't want it to end either, because we didn't stop until Emmet cleared his throat as a hint. I flushed.

Esme walked over to me and hugged me with love. "Oh honey I'm so happy for you." She then moved over and hugged Edward too. She whispered something that I couldn't hear, but the rest of the family heard and laughed at.

"What?" I asked, slightly jealous that I was the only one missing out on the joke.

"Oh, Esme just told Edward –" Emmet began, but Edward shot him a glance that I thought could kill a vampire, and he stopped short.

I put on my pout face for the second time today, and Edward chuckled and grabbed my hand.

"Come on, we have to celebrate." Edward cooed in a loving tone.

He picked me up in his arms and ran out of the house without so much as a goodbye to his family.

We didn't speak during the car ride to wherever he was taking me. We just stared deep into each others eyes, smiling, basking in our love. His long white fingers were wrapped around my small ones. I would've stayed like that forever, but Edwards speedy driving got us to the unknown place in a very short time. All of a sudden I felt Edward tie a piece of cloth cover my eyes and declare "It's a surprise."

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