.A/N: Hm guys! Ok, I want you to imagine with me a big party. With drinks, foor, and cake lol. The coolest music is playing and a big poster written on it "THANK YOU FOR THE WORLD'S BEST READERS!!!" This virtual party is for you! Enjoy it! :P

Recap:

"Justifications don't matter now" I whispered as I wrapped my arms around Bella tightly. It was as if she was giving me the strength I needed right now. I buried my face further in her shoulder as one more sob escaped me. She tightened her arms around me as I whispered, "She's gone!"

Request

Why do you offer…

What I long for

Why do you offer…

What I can't go for

Damien's POV

Bella kept me in her embrace for quite a while. I wondered if she got bored of soothing me but she never showed any sign of annoyance. I sighed gratefully, "Thank you, Bella" I whispered.

"For what?" she mumbled as she inhaled my hair while she twisted it around. "You know, you kinda smell like Edward" She inhaled again.

I chuckled, "Is that a bad thing?"

"Nope. I like it" She said and I could hear the smile in her voice. I pulled away and gave her my most honest smile.

"Thank you for being there for me when I needed it" I whispered.

She rolled her eyes, "you're thanking me? Then what should I do to you. Build you a statue. You've done so much for me" She smiled and took my hand in hers.

I smiled, "You don't need to do me anything. I love ya, B" I said softly.

She smiled widely, "I love ya too, D" and gave me a big hug. That was what was nice in our relationship. There was no awkwardness and no misunderstanding. We love each other but in a different way that what everyone means. I pulled away.

"So? What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Well, Rosalie's omelets are about to freeze but I should eat them. It was an apology breakfast, I don't want her to get the wrong idea" She said as she pulled out a wrapped plate from the plastic bag. I was getting up to get her a fork when I stopped in track.

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"eeeee" The baby squealed as he struggled to stand up on his small feet. He was looking at a lady standing not so far away from him. She had her arms open for him. Inviting him to come.

"Come on Damy. Come on sweety." She cooed as the baby tried to stand up, "come to mamma" The lady's face wasn't clear, but from her voice she seemed kind.

The baby managed to stand up and stumbled on his way to her. He fell more than once, but his mother's voice encouraged him to stand up again.

"That's it baby, come on" And when the baby reached his mother, she sat down on her knees and hugged him. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and turned him around to face a tall man.

His face was no clearer than the lady's but from his stance he seemed to be looking at the mother. "Our son's growing up. Already learning how to walk" He whispered.

"I know" She whispered. The father opened his arms for the baby, revealing a lollipop in his right hand.

The baby squealed and clapped in joy, "Pop! Pop!" And he started to stumble in his father's direction with his hands reached out and his hands clenching and unclenching. As if trying to hold the air.

"Come here, my son" The father said. The baby squealed again and tripped. The parents laughed and went to him. The mother carried the baby and the father wrapped his arms around both of them.

"hm, what do you think he'll become when he grows up?" The father wondered out loud.

"He would be an outstanding artist" She said and there was a smile in her voice.

"You want the boy to draw like you?" The father said doubtfully. "I think he would be a lawyer, like father like son" He said proudly.

The baby screamed with a smile and both parents flinched while laughing.

"I guess we will see, my love" The father said while kissing her forehead.

"Yes, I guess so, my dear"

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I sunk back on the bed with nothing but blankness on my face. Another memory. Another gift to cherish. But how? And why couldn't I just see their faces? Their voices were so beautiful, so soothing. I could spend an eternity listening to it.

The memory played before my eyes like a scene from a movie. So clear and real except for their features which I can't fight the urge to see.

"Damien? Are you ok?" I looked at her and stared for a moment. Not comprehending.

"I just had a flashback. Of me and my parents" I mumbled, still stunned. Bella gasped.

"How?" She whispered.

"I don't know" I met her eyes and continued, "It happened once before, but I never thought it would happen again"

Bella's gaze turned warm and she put a hand in my arm, "How was it?"

"My mother was right…" I mouthed and I felt my heart clench, "I did become an artist"

"And a very good one too" She agreed with a smile.

I felt a smile on my face, "Bella, my mother was an artist" I said almost cheerfully, but there was an edge of desperation in my voice. "She thought I'd be like her. She was right" I could almost feel joy of this new found knowledge. I knew something about my parents, and not only that, but I related to them in it.

"That is so great Damien. I bet she was as good as you" Bella said sincerely, her smile was, however, was sad. I knew it was due to the desperation, the longing in my expression.

"She must've been tons better. She sounds so gentle" I replayed her voice in my head again and smiled.

"Sounds?" She asked, "didn't you see her?"

That's when my smile wavered a bit, "no. I couldn't see any of their faces. It's not clear" I sighed.

"I'm sorry" She whispered and I smiled again

"Don't be. I'm happy with whatever I can get. At least they're in my memory" I took another look at the memory and kept repeating it. I loved how the love and adoration in their voices made me feel. It's made me feel warmer than I've felt in years.

Bella smiled and patted my arm.

I sighed and decided to think about this later, "eat. Do you want me to get you Edward?"

"Yes please" Was all she said before she shoved some food in her mouth.

Before I got the chance to call him, he was in the room. He probably had been waiting for her to call him ever since he left.

"Hello Damien" He said with a smile. I smiled back.

"Hey!" I stood up, "Can you take care of Bell for a while? I need to hunt" The burning in the back of my throat wasn't so demanding but I wasn't going to wait for it to be so.

"Of course" He said and in a second he was beside Bella.

BPOV

These omelets were delicious. I didn't do them as well as these, and I am human.

"Hello, love" Edward said once Damien departed.

"Hey" I whispered in between bites. I was starving, and if it wasn't for Damien, I would have eaten an hour ago. Not that I mind soothing him.

"I see you like the omelets. Rosalie would be pleased" He smiled crookedly.

I smiled and nodded. After a few minutes of silence and chewing, I was able to finish the rather large plate and put it in the bag.

"Please tell Rosalie that I thank her and that it was very tasty" I was too focused on food to notice that Edward was uncomfortable. I cocked my head as he gave me a smile that looked totally wrong.

"What's wrong Edward?" I asked.

He struggled for a moment and I didn't know what to make of his anxious state. Maybe he was going to apologize? But he did that already. Was there a problem of some sort? I held my breath and expected the worse.

"Edward?" I urged him.

"Well, you see…" he started and then trailed off.

I sighed, already feeling panic for whatever I might hear, "Edward, you know you can tell me anything"

"I know, it's not that" he mumbled staring at his fingers. His eyebrows furrowed and I saw his lashes cast shadows across his cheek. His stance worried me and I had to know right now what was going on!

"Then what is it?" I kept my voice as calm as possible.

"I…I'm afraid you'll reject me" He whispered as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. I stared into them for an eternity of time. They were full of his pain, fear, but there was something else. A little spark that I knew, was in my hands to make it light up his eyes. Hope.

"Don't be. I can't reject you Edward. I love you" I whispered softly. That little spark of hope that was in his eyes grew a little and I felt his hands take mine.

"A few days ago, I found some place…that reminded me of our meadow…" he started looking at my hand in his. Avoiding my gaze. And it was a good thing he did.

I could feel my eyes go wide and my lips part in shock. My heart raced in my chest, threatening to break out and the blood left my face.

"And I was wondering…… if you'd like to…"

Oh no! He isn't going to…

"…come with me"

A/N: DUN DUN DA!!!!!!!! Bella can't walk and Edward just asked her out! She promised she won't reject him. Would she agree? Would she hurt him? Would she tell him? Would she give an excuse? All the answers will be revealed in the next chappy! Yay! Lol.

Abby:  Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. You've got to wait to find out. Thank you!!!

Love

Mai