Bella's POV

I told Dimitri about the Cullen's visits the next day. As I expected, he was angry - especially with what Edward said - but he was glad that I had made-up with Alice; he had known how much I missed her. He agreed that Alice could help us move, and he even said he was excited to meet her.

Dimitri was moved from ICU three days later, and into a private room. We had no idea where it came from, but the day of his move and an envelope of money appeared on the bedside table. I had a feeling I knew who, but I didn't know for sure, and I didn't really want to see him anyway.

I had been sleeping in the hospital ever since Dimitri had been emitted. Of course, I had to go home and get a change of clothes, toothbrushes etc, but I spent most of my time either sitting next to Dimitri's bed, or in his bed with him. I know nothing could happen - you know what I mean - but I still felt the urge to be in his bed, next to him. It was where I belonged.

I will never forget the day he was told he could go home. He had been in the hospital for weeks. His ankle was totally healed, most of the bruises had gone, the cuts and burns looked considerably better, and his arm was healing nicely. The only problem was his lung. It had been partially damaged by the smoke as well as the hole in it, so he had to build up his lung capacity. Many people survived with one lung, and he had just over one and a half, but it was taking a bit of adjusting. Dimitri had always been physically fit. He had not been to the gym in a while, but I think that was to do with me - we were enjoying our first years of marital bliss, if you get my meaning - and his job. He was adapting well, but the doctors wanted to keep him under observation.

I was sitting sideways on his pillow, facing the wall and Dimitri had his head in my lap. We had been looking at baby names, but had given up after too mush disagreeing and were now looking at properties in South Dakota. He was reading out the description of a house that sounded perfect - nice area, in our price range, and just the type of place we had been looking for. I was stroking his hair and reading over his shoulder; he was holding the paper with one hand, playing with my fingers on my free hand whilst he was reading. It was as close as it could get at that moment to perfect. Dr Olsen walked through the door and smiled when he saw us.

"Ah. To be young and in love." Dimitri looked up at me with the doctors words, and I looked down at him. Staring in those bottomless brown eyes I couldn't imagine life without him. If Edward had stayed all those years ago, if it had worked out with Jacob, if I had never gone to UoW, if I had said no when Dimitri asked me out, if I didn't accept his marriage proposal, if he had never made it out of that building...I don't think I could have carried on. I really don't. I looked back up when the doctor started talking again. "Now, Dimitri, your vitals seem good, and the progress you are making is remarkable. I know I said I wanted to keep you in for observation, but I've made all the observations I need. You are in good enough health to go home. Your cast will need to be covered when you bathe and shower, and you may need some help because you find it hard to raise your arms above your head with the stitches still in. Nevertheless, I'm sure your loving wife will help, yes?" I smiled and nodded. "Very good. I've prescribed you some pain killers, in case you find it hard to sleep, but other than that, that's all I have to say other than I hope you get better soon, and I wish you both happiness. Or should I say three?" he smiled, looking at the book of baby names Dimitri had laying next to him.

"Three." Dimitri answered, and it sounded as if he were about to burst with pride. "And thank you doctor, for everything."

"No no, my dear man. It's my job and my pleasure. And congratulations! I'll bring in the paperwork now." He left, and Dimitri sat up and turned to look at me.

"We're going home, honey." He said, grinning. I kissed him soundly, and rested my forehead against his.

"I love you" I said. "I mean it. If you'd...if you didn't...when I..." I sighed. Just spit it out woman! "I you hadn't of made it, I really don't know what I would have done." I reached up and stroked his face, gazing into his eyes, thanking my lucky stars that he was here, safe, with me.

"Bella, I will never leave you. I've told you that before." He said, kissing me.

"But, what if-" I was cut off by him putting his fingers over my mouth.

"If you keep thinking about all the bad stuff that could happen, you will never live life. Just be thankful for every day we have together. I am, and I know that I will never leave you. Ever. So stop with the 'what if's' and kiss me already."

How could I refuse? I threw my arms around his neck and fused our mouths together. I pressed myself again him, feeling every line of his body. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer, whilst his other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my face even closer to his. He was the one to break for air first, but we didn't move away from each other. I could taste his breath on my lips and I pulled him back to me, continuing from where we left off.

This time I was the one to break away. He pouted and I captured his bottom lip with mine. "The doctor will come in at any moment. We can't now, but I promise, when we get home..."I flicked my tongue out and licked his bottom lip, which was still in my mouth. He moaned and tried to pull me closer. I untangled myself from him and giggled at his hurt expression.

"Ah, here we are, sorry I took so long." Dr Olsen had just walked through the door, and was holding a stack of papers.

"No problem." Dimitri said, winking at me. I suppressed my giggle and focused my attention on the doctor, trying desperately - and failing - to ignore my husband, who was staring intently at me, making me even more hot and bothered. Dr Olsen handed me a stack of papers. We spent the next half an hour signing document after document. When we had finished, Dimitri even tried to help me pack up our things, bless him, but he had to stop because of his chest.

We said our goodbyes to the nurses and Dr Olsen, once again thanking them all. We walked out of the hospital with our heads held high, holding hands with huge smiles on our faces. I helped him get into the car – his ankle was still a bit weak – and heaped in all our stuff into the boot. When I placed the keys in the ignition, it finally felt real. We had survived. We were both ok, and we were on our way to better things. I don't think we would ever forget or get over the terrible events that had occurred, but we were getting ready to leave New York behind us, try and get on with our lives. Coming so close to losing Dimitri had put my life into perspective. I don't know what I would do if anything was ever to happen to Dimitri. I have always loved him, and I knew I relied on him a lot, but I'd never come so close to actually losing him. I never ever wanted to go through anything like that again, but it did make me appreciate what I had a lot more.

But we had made it. Many had not, and we were very, verylucky. As I drove down the familiar road to our house, Dimitri took my hand. I knew that we would face problems and arguments in the future – it was stupid to assume otherwise – but we loved each other, and we would get through it. We always did. I looked at my husband and saw everything I'd ever wanted – and more. He placed our joined hands on my stomach, and I knew, I just knew, that our life was just about to get a whole lot better.

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