a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. I don't own Twilight.

***This takes place after chapter 19, Sparkle.

Word Prompt: Wallop

Dialogue Flex: "Come on over!'

Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else.

My room was warmer than normal and woke me from my dream. I didn't open my eyes but the room was bright from the sun. I tossed the thick comforter down towards my feet, leaving the sheet, and curled into the pillow hoping to doze some more.

It only took one deep inhale and my eyes shot open. A glass of water and a bottle of Advil sat on a dark wood night stand. I was facing a window where the light was streaming through and a floor heater was oscillating. I could tell he wasn't in the bed but I eased my foot over just in case. It was cool to touch and I glanced over my shoulder to see the rest of the room.

I startled at seeing Edward slouched awkwardly in an armchair.

"Fuck," I gasped, jolting him awake. My head started to throb a little and I was grateful for the table side gift. I rubbed my temples and sat up to grab the Advil and water.

"Sorry, I scared you," he stammered. "I'll wait in the other room." He bolted before I could process anything to comment.

I tossed back some of the pain relievers, trying to put the pieces together from last night. My cell was also on the night stand and told me it was almost noon. I had gotten light-headed the night before once I walked through Edward's front door. He told me how he moved to New York almost a week earlier to spend Christmas with me. In the light of day, it seemed like an absurd notion yet here I was in a fully decorated bedroom with pictures of Edward, his family and me sitting on top of his dresser.

I peeled off the sheet and slid out of bed, noting I was only clothed in an oversized tshirt and panties. I recalled passing out on top of Edward's bed so I was going to have to ask about the wardrobe change. I picked up the frame of me and Edward making funny faces at the black tie holiday concert I went to at his school. Rosalie had taken the picture and said we looked too serious in the first one she snapped.

The other picture of us was the first birthday we spent together. I was turning 9 and the Cullen's hosted a safari themed party for me. My parents were in the picture, my mom dressed like a tiger and my dad in a plaid shirt but with a safari hat. Esme was holding giraffe print paper plates and wearing elephant ears. Carlisle had been the photographer. Other kids had come but they weren't in the picture. Only Edward was seated beside me. We were dressed like lions and I had my mane pulled down to blow out the candles. Our parents were looking at the cake but Edward was looking at me.

I put the frame back, found some boxers in his drawer and went to find him in the other room. He was on the phone but said a quick goodbye once he saw me.

"Who was that" I asked, joining him on the opposite side of the couch he was sitting on.

"Just Emmett," he said tossing his cell on the coffee table. "He wanted to know how things were going."

"Oh," I said a little sadly. "I've really missed him and Rose. And EJ. How's your nephew doing?"

"He's great. They're all great." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You'll be able to see them if you'd like."

He was gauging my reactions which meant I wasn't seeing the whole picture. He clarified before I had to ask.

"Emmett's here. In the city. They all are. Mom and dad too."

"Are you serious?" I lit up with excitement. It wasn't only Edward I'd missed for three years. "Tell them to come on over! I have to see them."

"You will. For sure," he rushed. "They're here for you. For us. For whatever."

"For whatever?"

"For Christmas," he shrugged shyly. He was different from last night. His confidence had wavered.

"Christmas," I repeated.

"Yeah."

It stunned me stupid last night when it was just Edward but his whole family being here was equally shocking.

"Do my parents know?"

"Yeah." His eyes shifted.

"What?"

"They've been here. With my parents. Helping with..." He waved around the room.

I took in the space in the light of day. The whole place was furnished. My mother's distracted tone over the last few days made sense now. I stood up to walk into the kitchen area.

"You said last night you're here for work."

"No I didn't."

"You said 'kinda'," I reminded, tinkering with his appliances. He got up and walked over to me.

"I said that because you didn't know everything yet. Saying I was here for a job seemed practical enough at the time to try and convince you to come with me. Anything else and you might have run inside your apartment."

He was right. I turned and looked at him, ready to hear more. We were separated by a small butcher block island but his energy pulsed heavily around me.

"I have a job, yes, but that's not what made me move here. You did. I didn't even have a job when I arranged everything - the apartment, the one way ticket, my family. The job was miracle even though I had enough saved to get by for several months."

He eased around the island to stand closer to me. I felt breathless even though I hadn't spoken or moved.

"I came here for you because I lost my best friend three years ago and hurt the woman I love longer than that."

Edward had always been beautiful to me. His intense, striking features only defining themselves the older he got. He could stun me with a smile or a frown, it didn't matter. His wild, thick hair was the reason I had wanted us to be lions as kids. It turned a dark reddish-brown in high school but back then, the golden copper had been my inspiration.

The kitchen was soaked in sunlight from the window overlooking a courtyard, lightening his eyes to a bright jade and bring out the fiery red highlights in his hair that had made him the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. His face was just as serious from the first day we met.

"I was a foolish girl wanting a fantasy, Edward."

I was scared of his words and what Edward being here could mean and felt my guard rise. I stared at my wringing hands because I would never be able to recite this speech looking into those eyes that could crack me wide open. "I expected too much and-"

"Stop it." He lifted my chin and grasped my hands, his touch melting me. I longed for more. I longed for him and the fight to deny that was weakening.

"It's not easy being a boy falling in love when you're nine years old. You don't even know what it really means at that age. I spent most of my life trying to control those feelings and shape us into my convoluted idea of perfect that I missed the obvious all these years."

"Which was," I breathed.

"We already were perfect. At least you were."

"No, no," I stopped him, hating how devalued we felt in each others life. "I always thought you were perfect too. Perfect for me in every way."

"I'm hoping I still am." He lifted a hand to my cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "That's why I'm here, Bella. That's why I'm here."

a/n Two more witfits to go and I completed the Dec. 2012 challenge. Holidays and vacations take my time away ironically. Writing off schedule has produced things I didn't expect though. For example, the prompt on Dec. 25 was Family and I anticipated before that date, I would be writing Christmas in NYC with the gang. Except I wasn't ready for the prompt until after Christmas. I don't look at the prompts until I'm ready to write and Family turned into Emmett helping Edward getting situated and looking out for his younger brother.