Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. SM does. Yada, yada, yada. The usual horse shit.

A/N: New chapter, obviously. This is a short, filler chapter but necessary for plot and what-not later, so deal. I hope you enjoy the update.

-Also, something very important for the 'old' readers; I have went back and changed a small detail in the first chapter of the story and that means Edward now is still a virgin. I apologize for the confusion but its what I wanted to do from the start but to carve a sort of player-ish rep for Ed I used that but it's not necessary and it's been making me very unhappy since. Sorry about that.

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BellaPOV

I woke up from a fitful sleep, if you could call it that, feeling dead inside at 5am and with sore eyes to boot. The swelling from the crying had reduced during my beauty sleep by mountains, thank God.

I got up, took a speedy shower, did my morning routine and threw on some shorts and a tank before taking off to Edward's room.

Call me masochistic but I needed to see him and find out what was going on.

I was also aware that it wasn't even six yet but I needed to see him. Undeniable need.

There was an invisible force towing me towards where I knew he was. I could feel it.

I still felt empty but I couldn't explain it, there was a little, baby something that couldn't help but flutter and hope. After my several epiphanies last night I needed to see it or feel it from him that I had no hope. Maybe it was that idealistic side of me who still believed in fairytales and true love despite my efforts to stop that. But hoping wasn't my choice especially with my soulmate Edward Cullen hanging around. And I had remembered our first meeting last night in a dream and just knew what I thought then was still true- forever and always. We'd find a way.

I quietly opened their door with the spare key Edward had given me and proceeded to tiptoe into to Edward's room, meanwhile nearly dying after almost tripping over random bits of rubbish and dirty washing lying around. Boys. Well, Emmett.

I made it to Edward's door without any major catastrophes but with a thumping heart trying to break free of my chest. I stood in front of the door and prepared myself for whatever could be on the other side. I turned the handle and gently pushed the door open whilst holding my breath.

What I saw there made it come rushing out all at once.

Edward looked so innocent. Sleeping peacefully; he was so, so beautiful. Even more angelic than usual. He looked like the little boy that had been my best friend who cleaned up my scraped, bloody knee all those years ago. Le sigh. Even then at that moment I had thought to myself 'it's him- he's the one I wanna marry.' And we did one Summer when we were six. Snapping myself out of memories past I looked back at him.

He was so adorable. I wanted to squeal, for god sakes. Truly, he was so perfect- even in sleep. He was snoring softly and breathing these cute little breaths and I couldn't help but let the door close and rush over to his side to pat his hair gently while he breathed softly in his dreaming state.

There was some part of me that knew if he woke up I'd be in a load of shit but what were the chances. Besides how many chances would I have of seeing him so uncontained like this. I knew I was being a creepy stalker and one step away from becoming like that freak off Charlie's Angels that collected Drew Barrymore's hair but I couldn't help it. He was irresistible. I gave in to the pull.

There was some part of me, even when I was too young to know much that always knew I was in love with him. Call it fate, destiny or kismet. It was true.

I'd always believed that even as a baby you had coherent thought processes due to learning the language for nine months while in the womb. I was no exception and I had one crystal clear memory as proof.

At so young an age, straight after I was born was when I first met him.

Flashback to Bella's birth

I hadn't slept yet. I couldn't. I wasn't ready to venture into the unknown. Not without him. I waited. I just knew I had to wait. I couldn't go without myself or him so I had to wait.

There was crying. Lots of crying. It sounded like impatient crying. But it wasn't coming from me. I was currently placed in a plastic cradle with blankets. Maybe they put all the new babies here.

Suddenly the crying stopped so I turned around to find that Mom and a woman they called Esme placing a beautiful, boy baby into my cradle with me. At last.

I couldn't help but stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He wasn't a newborn like me. A few months older maybe.

I knew who he was immediately. Edward. Renee had cooed over him while I was still in her tummy. They said he was very beautiful. They weren't wrong.

Renee and Esme placed Edward next to me, we were lying in the cradle together and I had my hand lying palm upwards between us.

I struggled to reach my other pudgy hand to touch his rosy cheeks. When I did, I felt a hot spark zap from his skin to mine, running throughout my body. His eyes snapped open and I was looking at the most beautiful, alert, deep emerald green eyes, staring right back at me.

In that moment, like an unspoken message, we agreed that we were meant for each other.

At that moment I felt like my other half was there and as he shifted his hand into mine, I grasped it and we both blinked sleepily- lovingly- at each other before we closed our eyes, ignoring the excited squeals of delight from Renee and Esme, and drifted to sleep. Together- as we would be for eternity.

Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was at a crossroads in his life. For his future.

Prospective partners and his career choice were involved.

Edward was a beautiful, driven young man. He had a brilliant mind, an apt for medicine and the sciences and was a piano prodigy. He was witty, charismatic, charming, sporty, funny and kind. He was the perfect man.

He would walk into a room and all eyes would be trained on him- even the males. Girls wanted him and the boys wanted to be him. In corridors, as he walked, people would part like the Red Sea. Girls' hearts would race, their palms would sweat and the lungs fail to pump oxygen when in his proximity. When he smiled you smiled. He couldn't even be classified as a double or triple threat, he was an 'infinite threat'. The term was created just for him. He had a face that would make angels sing and deities weep. He was the most beautiful person to ever walk the face of the Earth or any other planet or body in the universe and he was so adorably unaware of his affect on people. He was magnetic.

But he was also not blind.

He was not unaware that his best friend, one Isabella Marie Swan, was a beautiful girl. Nor did he ignore that, one Tanya Elisabeth Denali, was a pretty woman.

He knew that he had long, complicated histories with both of the aforementioned women.

He knew plenty of things and was very aware of his surroundings as well as always having an ESP-like read on people, but there were things he didn't know either. Dirty little things like old secrets and buried feelings.

Unbeknownst to him, at that moment, one innocent Isabella was dreaming of them together, in love, and sleep talking his name and proclaiming herself. Isabella pined for him. Neither did he realise that, one Tanya, lie awake wondering how to ever explain. Tanya plotted her game plan for him.

He didn't know that both had old secrets and buried feelings.

And what would soon become of explosive material; the most problematic of all the unknowns- he had absolutely no idea what the two stunning women felt for him and definitely no idea how much one of the women wanted him or how they would fight for him.

Now somebody grab a shovel because that hatchet with the old secrets and buried feelings will be getting dug up.

EdwardPOV

So warm. Like burning.

"Edward, you can't do this!" A hysterical Tanya shrieked at me but I couldn't concentrate.

Mm. So warm. I had to leave her... It was too warm...

I stirred from my sleep and awoke from the memory due to the intense warmth on my side.

It took blinking for a few moments before I could open my eyes.

I freaked when I realized it was a body next to me and turned my head to see Bella snuggled into my side. Our legs were tangled and she had a possessive arm laid across my chest.

I hesitantly reached up a shaking hand to brush some hair out of her eyes before I ended up finger combing her hair.

She was so beautiful and angelic when asleep. I couldn't remember how we'd ended up here though. She must have snuck in and fell asleep while I was.

That was okay. My Bella.

I was about to close my eyes when I heard her sigh my name. I worried thinking I must have said my last words aloud and woken her but before I could work myself into too much of a tizzy I looked down and realised she was sleep talking.

I relaxed, pulled her closer and tangling us further, snuggled deeper, burrowing under the thick duvet, despite the intense heat.

Anything else could wait til later. This was all that mattered now.

Us. Here. Together.

I closed my eyes, with my head in her hair, drifting back off to sleep to be with Bella.

So for now everything was okay. We were home.

We were in each others' arms. She was in mine- the only place she belonged. The only place she'd ever belonged and would ever belong.

She was home.

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-Note: The middle section is like the narrator or voiceover's POV. If I don't label the Pov's that's probably what it is, so keep that in mind for the future.