A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. What I do own is leftover Halloween candy because we had not one Trick or Treater at my house this year. It was actually kind of nice…and luckily it's candy I like. See how that works? :D
Thanks to my superbeta MaggieMay14. She's a quick one, and I love her.
Thanks to Twilight44 & Unchanged Affections for prereading this. They're pretty speedy too, and so, SO helpful.
And thanks to my girlies - MeowVemulapalli, Risbee, missveritys, and coldplaywhore. I get to go to a concert with Meow tomorrow. Well, us and 8 other people. It should be fun.
This chapter is a little shorter than the others have been. I figured either I could cut it here and get it to you now, OR I could keep going and it would be another week or two before it was done. I opted for sooner, plus now I can work on the next chapter of my other story. :D
Happy Birthday yesterday to Twilighted44. She'll never know how much she means to me… Love you, chickie! :)
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WIRMTS Chapter 8 - She Decides
Morning came way too soon, and as my eyes squinted at the light peaking through the window blinds, I tried to stretch. Suddenly, I was conscious of the two arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Panic filled me for a moment as I racked my memory and attempted to remember who the arms belonged to.
"Morning, Beautiful," said a voice just behind my ear. It was him, Edward, and as I registered the sound of perfection, I relaxed into his embrace.
"You stayed," I said in a groggy voice no louder than a whisper.
"Of course, I told you I would." I felt his nose nuzzle into my hair as he pulled me closer to him. "I've been awake for a little while, waiting for you, but I just didn't want to wake you up."
The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile. "You can wake me up anytime," I said, rubbing my hands over his.
A soft laugh left his throat. "No, I think I rather like listening to you say my name while you sleep. It's kinda hot."
I giggled, unable to stop myself. Twisting in his arms, I turned to face him. Our eyes met, and for a moment I forgot about the seriousness that lie ahead of me and us that day. A deep breath left me, and I raised my hand up to trace along his eye brow.
"How long until you have to leave?" I asked, dreading the answer.
The smile fell from his face. "My flight is at noon. It's a little after seven now." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. "I should probably leave by nine so I can run by my parents' house and grab a few things, plus I need to say goodbye. I won't see them for a while."
His hand slid up my arm, along my shoulder, and over my neck until finally reaching my face. He brushed the hair off my face and let his fingers weave through my locks. "You really have to go, don't you?" I asked, hoping that he would somehow change his mind. Instead, he nodded.
"Yes, I do, but everything I told you last night is still true. You don't have anything or anyone to worry about, okay? You just need to concentrate on fixing you so that one day soon...you can come back to me." I saw his eyes begin to pool with unshed tears. "I know you can do it. You're going to do this, right? You are?"
I nodded insistently. "Yes, I promise. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I won't let you down again."
His mouth was soon covering mine, and I pulled back a bit. "Edward, no. Morning breath." I let out a soft laugh, but saw no humor in his eyes.
"I don't care. I only have two hours with you, and I intend to spend every second of it kissing you." He traced his fingertips along my cheek, turning them and running the back of his fingers along my jaw. "You wouldn't deny me that, would you?" He quirked an eyebrow and a smirk grew on his face. He knew I would never deny him anything, and I surrendered to him.
The next two hours flew by faster than ever before, and as the alarm on Edward's cell phone began to chirp, I tightened my hold on him, rolling onto my back and pulling him down on top of me. Long gone were my concerns over my breath, and as our seconds together ticked away, I plunged my tongue into his mouth. I wanted to feel every bit of him that I could—every bit that he was willing to give me access to—and I hesitated letting him go.
"Baby," Edward said between kisses. "I have to go. I'll be back, okay?" Finally pulling back, I looked into his eyes. All I saw there was devotion and love, and I knew that he was telling the truth.
"Okay. You promise you'll be back?" I asked with uncertainty, my eyes beginning to sting with tears once more.
"Yeah, I'll be back," he said in a low, accented voice that mimicked The Terminator. It made me laugh, which must have been his intent, and he quickly kissed the tip of my nose before he turned to climb off the bed.
"Man, that's not a very comfortable bed," he said, stretching his back as he stood next to me.
"Well, it's made for one person, not two. Though I gotta say, I'd happily deal with a backache every day if I could sleep like that every night," I said, smiling a bit and trying to keep the sadness of his imminent departure at bay.
He smiled brightly at me, shaking his head a little. "So, my mom is coming by today to take you. She really wants to do this, so please don't fight her on it," Edward said. I nodded at his words, assuring him that I would be on my best behavior. "And I think Alice and Rose are coming, too. They both love you and they're worried about you."
"I know, I kinda can't believe that after everything I said, they all still want to help me." I looked down at my fingers that were laying on my lap, twisting together. I wasn't talking about just the girls, I meant Edward too, but I was afraid of bringing up all the ways I'd wronged him. I felt like if I reminded him of what I'd done, he'd change his mind about being with me. I knew I couldn't live with that.
"You know, forgiveness is an incredible thing," he said softly. "I think it's almost as helpful to the person doing the forgiving as it is to the person who is being forgiven. Sometimes I think it's more helpful, or at least I know it is for me." I looked up and was met by his stare. "I know you didn't mean the things you did, Izzy. I know you never would have done those things to me if you hadn't been sick. I know it wasn't you making those decisions. I'm trusting you with my heart, and my future, because I know you're stronger than the sickness. You can do this." He reached for my hand, rubbing his thumb over my fingers.
Nodding, tears began to sting my eyes. "I love you," I quietly told him, squeezing his fingers with mine.
"I know that, too, and that's the only reason I can walk out this door and get on that plane."
"Edward," I said, afraid if I should bring up the subject that worried me most. "What about Tori? Please, and I know I have no right to ask this, but please don't sleep with her." The tears began to slide down my cheeks and he moved closer to me.
"Hey, stop. I already told you, it's over with her. I want you, you know that." His eyes glanced down to the bed, breaking our connection for a moment. When he looked back up at me, I saw a new emotion, something different in his face, and it worried me. "Iz, I don't want to hurt her. She's a good person and she means a lot to me, regardless of my feelings for anyone else, including you. I need to be fair to her, and I know that pretending things are okay between she and I wouldn't be the right thing to do. I can't let her believe that we're okay, and that we're still moving forward with our lives. She deserves honesty, and I promise you that I'll end things. That's the only way to be fair to her."
Letting out a long sigh, I realized I had no other choice than to believe him and hope he meant the things he was saying to me. "Okay, I trust you," I whispered. I wanted to believe that, and I would try hard to prove it to him, as well as to myself.
"So, I've been thinking about this, and I think the best way for us to handle things, at least at the beginning, is to write to each other. I know you'll get time to do that, and I think it might be easier for us to write our feelings than to say them. What do you think?" he asked.
I pondered the idea in my head. It would be so hard to be away from him, especially as I was reliving things from my past that would be painful, but I needed some form of contact with him. If this was what he offered me, then I would take it.
"Alright, how do we do it? I mean, do we promise to write everyday or once a week? Maybe we set up a time each day to think about each other? I don't know how people do this." I tried to think of something that would work for both of us. I didn't know what my schedule each day would be, once I was admitted, but I wondered if Edward would.
"I was thinking we write something once a day, either a letter or an email, whatever we can do." A smile stretched out across his face. "I like the idea about thinking of each other at a certain time each day. I think that's nice."
Nodding my agreement, I ventured a suggestion. "Maybe in the morning, so that we could start the day off thinking of one another?"
"Sure, that sounds good."
"Maybe I should see what my schedule will be and then we can figure it out?" I hesitated, hoping that he would agree.
"Okay, sounds like a plan." He smiled at me, my heart melting at the sight of it. He moved to the table in my room and pulled a pen and pad of paper from the drawer. "This is my email and my phone number," he said as he scribbled on the blank white surface. "And this is my work address. It's the more permanent of the two since I'll be moving into a new apartment as soon as I can work it out." He pulled the piece of paper from the pad and brought it to me.
I looked down at his familiar writing, it triggering so many memories from our life together. "Do you have the address for the rehab place?" I asked.
"Yes, I have it, don't worry. Plus, I think my mother is planning to visit as often as possible, as is my father. You'll probably be sick of them by the time you're through." He lightly laughed, as my heart ached.
I had missed him so much over the past year, and the thought of not seeing him for another few months nearly broke me, but I knew that it was for the best, and I trusted him. I knew I also needed to trust in us. I would do it, no matter what, because I needed him.
"I could never tire of them, don't worry." I tried to hide the sadness that was overwhelming me. I folded the paper in my fingers and traced my nails along the edges.
"Izzy?" Edward said, his voice soft.
"Yeah?" I kept my eyes cast down at the bed, focusing on the sheet that was covering me, so that I wouldn't burst out in sobs. He had to leave, and I knew my time with him was over for now. I didn't want to make things harder than they already were. If I could just hold it together for a few more minutes, I'd let myself fall apart as he left.
He cleared his throat and stepped closer to my bed. "Sweetheart, look at me please." His voice cracked and I felt my heart sink. Raising my eyes to meet his, my mask crumbled. Tears that had been holding steady in my eyes burst forth. My lips began to quiver as my forehead crinkled. Whimpers sounded from my throat and I knew that trying to hide my sorrow was useless.
"I'm sorry," I managed to whisper.
"No, baby, don't. It's okay, we're gonna be okay, I promise." With that, he was next to me, his arms wrapped tightly around me as I clung to him. My hands clawed at his back and my face buried into his chest. I felt him leaning his head down, his face in my hair. His chest shook a bit, and I realized that he was crying, too. This was just as painful and difficult for him as it was for me. That knowledge gave me a sense of peace, regardless of how twisted and wrong that seem.
"I love you, Edward. I'm so sorry for this. I'm sorry I messed things up and that I broke us. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough. I'm so sorry, please forgive me," I sobbed into his shirt. My tears were flowing with a vengeance, and try as he might, I was inconsolable. He smoothed my hair and whispered words of love and encouragement to me until I was finally able to get myself under control several minutes later. I didn't want to let him go, but I knew it was well past the time he needed to leave.
Edward pulled back from me a bit and angled my face up toward him with his hands. After brushing his thumbs across my cheeks and wiping away my tears, he looked at me. For what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, he stood stone still and simply looked at me. His eyes covered every centimeter of my face, as though he was memorizing it all. Once our eyes met again, and I could see my pain and sadness reflected in him, he leaned down—his nose touching mine. He lightly rubbed it back and forth, an innocent act that reminded me of a much simpler time for us.
"I have never loved anyone the way I love you. I never will. I'll be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes." He paused, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly, the air fanning across my face. "Please don't make me wait too long." His eyes were so intense as they burned into mine, that I couldn't react. I wanted nothing more than to scream at the top of my lungs that he was it for me; that I'd never want anyone else but him, but I was frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
His lips were soon on mine, and I felt my eyelids slide closed. It was natural and comfortable, kissing him this way, and I let go for just a moment, enjoying the feel and taste of him. His hands still lay on my cheeks, and he tilted me a bit when he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid easily into my mouth and I pressed mine against it. As my hands stayed on his back, grasping onto his shirt, I let him dominate me. Never in my life had I felt more loved, not even during all of the other times we had been like this. Edward owned me—body and soul—and suddenly I knew that I needed to prove that to him. He was just as unsure as I was, and if he could believe in me, then I could, too.
As we pulled apart, I resolved that I wouldn't stop until I had proven to him what he meant to me. I'd made mistakes, but I needed to fix them. I needed to be better for him, so that I could be better with him. I would do it, no matter what it took.
I watched him for a few moments and finally let a small smile break across my face. "You have to go, you'll be late."
He sighed, swallowing harshly before he nodded in response to my words. "I know, but I don't want to leave you. I'm afraid if I do..."
"Shhhh, don't say that. It's gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine, don't worry. I'll talk to you soon, okay? Go...you need to go and take care of things. I'll be fine here, don't worry. Your mom and dad are here, and all my friends... I'm gonna be okay. And I'll be waiting for you when you get back." I smiled a little brighter, hoping that he would hear the sincerity in my words, and believe that I really would be okay. I would miss him, obviously, and this would be the hardest thing I'd ever done, but I would do it. In the end, I would have Edward and happiness, and we would be better.
"I love you, Isabella. Always." He placed a sweet and lingering kiss on my forehead, then stepped away from me, shoving his hands in his pockets. I leaned back against my pillow, tightening my fingers around the piece of paper that still lay in my hand.
"Always, no matter what," I said as I smiled and raised my fingers to my lips. I kissed them and then blew it to Edward. "I love you..." I whispered. He smiled, a slight laugh escaping his mouth, and then he winked at me.
With a heavy heart and a new resolve, I watched him walk to the window and open the blinds, finally letting the world back into our little piece of perfection. He turned and walked away, leaving my room and slowly proceeding down the hall. Every few steps, he would glance over his shoulder and look at me through the window, flashing the smile I loved so much. He was worth whatever pain I had to endure. I would make it, because I knew that he would be waiting for me.
I stared at the outside window for several minutes after Edward left, wondering how the rest of the day would go for me. I worried about him getting to New York. I wondered if Tori would pick him up from the airport, or if he'd catch a cab. I wondered if he would eat dinner with her, or if he'd stop for something along the way. I wondered if she would be waiting in his bed, or if he would sleep on the couch. So many thoughts were running through my mind that I was literally going crazy. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore—that I needed to find a way onto the next flight bound for New York City—the new nurse Alysia walked into the room.
"Good morning!" she said in a rather cheerful voice. "It's an exciting day today, isn't it?"
"Yes, I guess."
I stayed quiet as she busied herself around the room, checking machines, making notes in charts, and adjusting drip rates. When she asked if I'd like to get out of bed for a bit, I felt a new wave of determination surge through me. I had been stuck in my bed for days, and it would feel wonderful to stretch my legs a bit.
"This might be a little uncomfortable, but we need to remove your I.V.'s, and then we can get you going." She went to work gathering the supplies she would need, and I gritted my teeth when she told me to. Before long, she had me standing on my feet, my legs a bit shaky, and she was helping me to the small restroom off to the side of my room. "Once you're feeling a little sturdier, you might like trying a shower." The idea sounded heavenly, and I couldn't wait to feel the hot water pouring over my body.
She let me brush my teeth, and then comb through my hair. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the dark circles under my eyes, and how pale my complexion was. It was a little startling to see myself in that way, and I felt sad for making Edward look at me all that time. How he could see the things I was seeing and still want me was inconceivable. He never ceased to amaze me, but the thought of standing next to him—Mr. Greek God—looking as disheveled and ghastly as I did, really bothered me. He deserved someone as beautiful as he was, both on the inside and out. Straightening my shoulders, I decided that I would be that person for him again, and that today when Esme came to take me to the rehab center, I would be positive and excited about the new possibilities it was offering me.
Alysia brought me some shampoo and soap and then helped me adjust the water temperature in the shower. The clothes she gave me were not normal hospital wear, but I didn't recognize them either.
"Where did these come from?" I asked her before she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Oh, your friend brought them, that tiny girl with the black hair? The one that comes here with Jasper sometimes?"
"Alice, I should have known." I looked at the clothes and smiled, happy to see that they were a color other than pink, and there didn't appear to be any sequins, glitter, or even lace on them. Of course, they were folded up, so I knew I could still be in for a surprise once I put them on.
"So, that Jasper guy...is he coming to see you today before you go?" Alysia asked, carefully rearranging the toiletries she had placed near the sink for me.
"Uh, I doubt it. Why?" I asked, fidgeting with the tie on my robe and desperately wanting to crawl under the hot, steaming water just inches from me.
"Oh, I just wondered. He seems nice." She glanced up at me, and when our eyes met, she quickly looked down again, blushing.
"Well, yeah, he's great. You know, he's an EMT. He brings people into the emergency room quite a bit; you should hang around down there sometimes."
Her face lit up at my words. "Really?" she asked, clearly hanging on my answer.
"Yep. You know he's...engaged." She was gone before I even got out two words. I listened for a moment as buttons on the phone in my room where pushed, and then she began speaking.
"Hey Ruth, it's Alysia. Um, do you know if there are any openings in the ER? No? Is there a list or something? Yeah, okay, can you put me on that? Oh thanks, that would be great," she said, her voice quieting as her excitement level fell.
I laughed a bit before taking off my gown and stepping into the shower. The streams of steaming water pounded into my skin, loosening the knots in my muscles and relaxing me. The fresh smell of the soap made me feel clean and pure, even for just a moment. Pouring the shampoo into my hand and then scrubbing it into my hair, I enjoyed the feel of my nails against my scalp as I scratched and worked my hair into a lather. Everything smelled and felt so good, and I felt so awake for once. It was invigorating, and I was grateful for the simple pleasures that the shower afforded me.
After soaking for several minutes, I heard Alysia talking in my room, and assumed that someone was probably here to see me. I dried off quickly and got dressed, only wobbling on my legs a couple of times. I was starting to feel the urges that had been numbed for so many days. Now that Edward was gone, and I wasn't receiving a constant supply of medication, my body began to crave the substances I was so used to giving it. In my mind, I battled against the desire, knowing that it would be hard, but that this was only the beginning. I wanted to be better. I wanted Edward. I wanted to be happy. I wanted all of those things more than I wanted the drugs, and I repeated that over and over in my head as I stepped out of the bathroom.
Esme and Alice were sitting on the sofa in the room, happily talking to one another. They both looked up when the door opened, and instantly Esme was up and across the room to me. She swept me into her arms and all the tears that I had managed to hold back after Edward left came flooding to my eyes. I hugged her for a long time, refusing to let go as she softly patted my back and we swayed from side to side. I felt as though she was rocking me, the way she would a small child, and it was comforting. She was the closest thing I'd had to a mother since my own mother died when I was a young girl, and I was grateful to her for not giving up on me.
After several minutes, I felt another pair of arms around me, then Alice laying her head against my back. I could feel her chest shaking, and I knew that she was crying along with me.
"Are you ready to go, my dear?" Esme said quietly.
I straightened up, loosening the hold I had on her. "Yes, I think so."
She smiled at me. "Edward came by this morning on his way. He looked so happy, Bella." She raised her hands up and placed them on my cheeks, wiping away the tears that were still falling. "You are such a beautiful girl. I can see why my son is so taken with you." She stared into my eyes for what felt like months before letting out a long breath. "Oh, my sweet girl..." Pulling me back into her arms, I melted again, sobbing uncontrollably.
"We should probably get ready to go," Alice said, as she let go of me and stepped back, dropping her hand to my lower back and rubbing it in circles.
"Yes, Carlisle will be by in a few minutes to see you one last time before his discharges you. Are you comfortable, or is there anything that you need?" Esme asked.
"I'm good. I'm a bit hungry, but I can probably make it a little while. How long until we get there?" I asked, not sure of what the distance we were traveling was.
Esme brushed a strand of my hair back behind my ear. "Oh honey, it's going to be a few hours, by the time we get out of here and drive there, and then getting you all settled in. We should probably eat something here before we go. Would you like me to find that nurse of yours for you?"
I nodded, and Esme smiled before scurrying off to find Alysia. Alice and I were left alone, and as we looked at each other, I knew I needed to apologize for the things I'd said to her a few nights earlier.
"Ali..." I could see the hurt in her eyes as she tried to hide it.
"It's okay, Bella. I know you didn't mean it."
"It's not okay. Whether I meant it or not, I still never should have said it. I'm so sorry. I love you, I hope you know that. You're one of my best friends, and I'm so sorry I treated you that way. Thank you for coming today. It means so much to me." I nervously bit into my lip, hoping that she would say something and forgive my selfish act.
"I love you too, Bella. I get it, and I appreciate you apologizing, but I need to apologize to you too." She looked down to her feet and shifted nervously. "I wasn't strong enough that night. I knew you would say things and do things that you didn't mean, and yet I still let myself believe what you said. I should have known you didn't mean it, but I let myself be convinced that it was true. I'm so sorry I left, I shouldn't have. I should have stayed and fought, and I didn't. Please forgive me?"
She hesitantly looked up at me again, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, as I stared back at her in total confusion. "Alice, you did nothing wrong. This was all me, and there's nothing for you to apologize for."
She reached out and took hold of my hand. "So how about we each just forgive each other and move on. I don't want to dwell on this anymore."
Nodding my head, I whispered an okay just before Esme came back into the room.
"Okay, your nurse is getting you some breakfast, so let's just sit and wait for her, shall we?"
We sat on the sofa, and I listened as Esme and Alice chatted and talked until Alysia brought in a tray with fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, toast, and juice. It all tasted amazing, even though Alice looked as though she might gag as I ate. Apparently she wasn't a fan of hospital food, and she mumbled about some secret report she'd seen on television recently. It was like ambrosia to me, and I couldn't eat it fast enough.
After another half hour had passed, Carlisle came into the room, looking more handsome than any man should. Watching him, I could see where Edward got his physique and movie star good looks. From the corner of my eye I saw Esme look at him, clearly caught up in his presence and the way that he commanded the room. He was in his element, and clearly in control.
After looking through my chart and speaking to Alysia, Carlisle turned his eyes toward the three of us sitting on the sofa.
"There are my girls," he said with a brilliant smile that could only ever be rivaled by Edward's. "Bella, do you think you and I could have a few minutes alone?" The room was silent as we all sat on edge.
"Oh, yes, you just excuse us. Alice and I will go get some drinks for the road. Come on dear," Esme said as she stood and reached across me for Alice's hand. "We'll be back shortly."
I was quiet as they left the room, pulling the door closed behind them. Carlisle sat down on the stool next to my bed and then moved closer to me. "How are you feeling today, Bella? Any withdrawal symptoms? Cravings, rapid breathing, anxiety, mood swings? Anything out of the ordinary?" He reached out and took my hand, sliding his fingers to my wrist and feeling for my heartbeat.
"Um, yeah, a little bit. Uh, all those things. That's normal, right? I mean, this is only going to get worse, isn't it?" Looking down at my hand, I noticed the slight twitching in my fingers.
"Bella, you're doing wonderfully. All these symptoms are very normal, and things I expected to see. To be honest with you, I'm surprised that you're doing as well as you are. I really expected things to be much worse." He paused, looking down to the floor. The expression on his face seemed as though he was battling over something internally, and for a moment I worried about what that might be. "I need to ask you something, and I need the truth, no matter what it is. Can you promise me that?" he said, his eyes burning into mine.
I nodded. "Yes, of course."
"Bella, are you using anything now? Anything more than what you've received in your I.V.'s?" He was silent, waiting for an answer.
I took a deep breath before speaking. "No, nothing. I promise, I haven't taken anything." He continued to look into my eyes before finally smiling a bit and relaxing his shoulders.
"You amaze me Bella. I haven't seen many people deal with their addictions as well as you have. How are you doing this? If you don't mind me asking."
My mind raced over the things that had transpired over the past twenty four hours, and only one thought came to mind.
"Edward. I'm doing this because of Edward. I'm doing it for Edward, and for me." Looking down at my hands, I slowly pulled my right one from Carlisle's grasp and laid it in my lap. "I love him and I want him more than anything. He told me if I can do it—if I can beat this—then we can be together again." Raising my head, I met Carlisle's eyes.
"Bella, I don't know how wise it is for you to set your hopes on a person. Things can change so quickly and I would hate to see you work so hard, only to have your dreams crushed when things don't work out the way you're hoping they will." His eyes slid closed and he looked down. "Edward has a lot of responsibilities right now. Maybe someday things could work for you two, and as his father, I hope they do. But as your physician, this worries me, Bella. I don't think this is a good idea for you right now. You need to go into rehab with a clear mind and with goals and plans. They will help you work through a lot of things, but you can't place all of your hopes on a future that may never happen."
I thought about the things Carlisle was saying, and knew that what he was telling me was true. It wasn't wise for me to gamble my life away on a future with a man that was promised to another woman. However, Edward was all I had, and I knew deep in my heart that he was the only craving strong enough to pull me out of the mess I'd made.
"Thank you for that, and I know what you're saying is true, but I love Edward, and he loves me. We will be together some day, I just have to fix things first. Please believe me, I know what I'm doing. I've never felt about anyone else the way I feel about Edward, and I want the chance to make it right. I'm not doing it just for him. I'm doing it for us. For me and for Edward. He's the reason for everything." A smile crossed my lips. "You want to know how I'm fighting this off? It's because I decided. I decided I want Edward more than anything else, and this is how I can get him back. So by doing this for me…I'm doing it for Edward."
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A/N: Next chapter she'll finally get to the rehab center and we'll get started on some letter writing. Don't worry, we'll hear from Edward soon enough, though we may not get his POV for a while. Bella needs to focus on Bella for a bit, so just hang in there.
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I wrote a sweet & sexy little dance floor o/s for the Fandom for Preemies charity event. There's a link in my profile. Basically, donate as little as $5.00 to the March of Dimes during the month of November, send in your receipt, and get a PDF of over 100 different stories. The website has a list of all the authors that contributed, and also has teasers from a lot of the stories. I already got mine, and seriously? There are some INCREDIBLE stories in it. I'm honored that they let me help out. :D
And on a side note…I wrote a very smutty, super wrong o/s for a contest that flopped. I posted it under another name 'cause I don't think anyone would believe I wrote it. If you want the link, let me know. :D
Leave me some love and let me know if you want some Edward POV soon, or if you can hold out a little longer…