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Chapter 4 – Release

EPOV -

I looked down into the peaceful face of My Bella and it never ceased to amaze me the immediate comfort I felt. I could spend the rest of eternity studying her features.

At that moment, Bella's eyebrows furrowed. Of all the hours and hours I had spent watching her sleep, I had grown to know that look. I braced myself for impact.

"Jacob," she whispered lightly before turning over, turning her back to me.

If my heart were still beating, it would stop every time his disgusting name crossed her beautiful lips. I immediately started analyzing the specific speed, tone inflection, and pitch in which she said his name hoping to gain some sort of perspective of what she was dreaming about. Was she dreaming about the last time she saw him? Or about the times they spent together when I was being an idiot? Or… please, please no, was she thinking about the kiss? The most recent kiss that I could see more clearly then the reality in front of me.

It wasn't until Bella started fidgeting again that I realized I was growling. Nice Edward, I thought to myself, the last thing she needs right now is a frightening sound while she sleeps.. I tightened my grip around her waist.

"Love you Jake." she whispered before fidgeting a little more.

I felt as if my world had just come crashing down on me. How long could these dreams last? How long must that flea infested dog invade the most private areas of her mind? I was instantly furious. How pleasant it would be to feel his bones snap and shatter underneath my muscle. How much joy I would take in stopping his heart.

I started to shake my head slightly back and forth to dispel the delightful thoughts before I could get too carried away.

BPOV –

The image that lingered on the tip of my dream was the broken and bandaged body of Jacob. That image sprang my eye lids open. I was eternally grateful that the next thing I saw was Edwards soothing eyes. Soothing but somehow stressed.

"Hi" I whispered.

"Hello" he replied back and brushed his lips lightly to mine.

The first thing that popped into my head was the horrifying possibility that the scent of last nights dinner would make an appearance in morning breath. This took me away from the concerning look I noticed in Edwards eyes after I woke.

"One minute?" I begged.

He responded with a simple smile and loosened his iron grip around my waist.

After ridding myself of morning breath, I decided to grab some pop tarts for breakfast. I was surprised to find Charlie at the kitchen table glowering at the morning paper. "Morning dad." I said.

"Hi Bells. Hey, your mother called a little earlier and she was hoping you'd call her back as soon as you woke up."

My stomach fell to my feet. "Oh, sure. Ummm…. How did she sound?"

"You mean, did she sound completely hysterical?" he chuckled.

"I guess…" I replied timidly.

"No, not completely. Good luck! I'm headed out so I'll see you later." Charlie made his way out the front door.

"Sure dad." I stood in the kitchen trying to find my will power. No use putting off the inevitable I reasoned. I grabbed the phone and headed upstairs. I wanted to get this over with and I wanted Edward with me. I sat on the bed next to him and redialed the unoffensive buttons. Immediately he was soothing me just by touching me. The expression of butterflies in the belly didn't do the moment justice. These were bats.

"Mom?"

"Bella! Oh I'm so glad you called," She quickly gushed and continued without pause. "Listen, I wanted first to apologize for yesterday. It was a surprise but the more I thought about it, it shouldn't have been. I saw you two when you visited earlier this year and I didn't want to admit that somewhere deep down, I knew this was coming."

My mouth fell open and my hand that was previously at my mouth in a nervous chewing frenzy fell to my lap.

"I want nothing, I repeat nothing more than for you to be happy and if Edward is the person who fulfills that, then you have my support. You already know my concerns about marrying young so I won't repeat them now. You are a very mature and bright woman Bella, I've always known that. So I'm going to trust you that you've thought it through and are making the right decision. Please forgive my behavior yesterday and tell me that I can still be involved for the big day."

I couldn't speak. I couldn't see thanks to the blur caused by the rapidly increasing amount of tears in my eyes.

"Bella?"

Edward shook my shoulder. "Oh, sorry mom. I uh… didn't expect that." I paused only to take a breath. "THANK YOU SO MUCH MOM!" I practically screamed, "And of course you're involved. We wouldn't have it any other way."

The conversation became completely lack of a discernible language due to the combination of our sobs and declarations of love and congratulations. The release I felt was tangible. Both the war with the ravenous newborns and the fear of homicidal parents gone, I felt as if I was too light to keep my feet on the ground.

We eventually decided that Renee would come to Forks for the wedding and help where Alice allowed in the planning.

After the line went dead I felt a perma-grin etching itself on my face.

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