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"Bella? Baby, we're gonna be late! Bella, where are you?"
Bella heard the front door close before she emerged, breathless and flustered, in the doorway to their bedroom.
"Have you seen my other shoe?" she asked before blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She held one strappy sandal in front of her and glared at it as if blaming it for its wayward mate.
Edward chuckled. "I might have, actually." He knelt and began feeling under the sofa. After a few moments his hand emerged clutching the missing shoe. "I think it got kicked under there the other night." He grinned and Bella blushed.
"Oh, yeah." Her grin matched his as she took the offered sandal. She braced herself against his shoulder, lifting one foot then the other to put on the shoes. "Where'd you go?"
"Nowhere. Out for a minute. Come on, we're late. I've got a car waiting."
They emerged from the front door of the building and Bella gasped at the vehicle she saw parked at the curb.
"A limo? Edward, this is too much."
"Nothing's too much for my wife. Besides, I thought we'd need the space."
"How much space do two people..." Bella's voice trailed off when the driver opened the door and she caught a glimpse of the passengers inside. She covered her mouth and tears sprang to her eyes.
Edward put a gentle hand on her back and guided her into the car.
"How did you- I thought you all- but you said-"
Esme's laughter filled the car. "Edward wanted to surprise you."
"Were you surprised?" Alice embraced Bella as she asked the question, and Bella nodded.
"We don't want to miss anything else, ever again." The words were spoken in a low voice and silence fell in their wake.
"Daddy." Bella extended her had to her father, who took it in his and squeezed. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too, baby. Me too."
Bella smiled at the chatter around her, but her eyes were a thousand miles away. Edward leaned over so only she could her him.
"Hey, you okay?" Edward asked in a low voice. "Are you mad at me for keeping secrets?"
She shook her head and smiled at him. "Not mad. Just...remembering. Overwhelmed."
"I understand." He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I don't want to go back."
After the band's New Year's Eve concert, Bella and Edward had returned home for a private celebration. She was snuggled behind him when she spoke, and he turned to face her in the darkness.
"Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to go back. I want to go with you." She wrapped her arms around his bare torso and kissed his chest. "I think I would make an excellent roadie."
He pulled back slightly so that he could see her face. "I don't want you to give up your dreams, Bella. It would kill me if someday you regretted this decision."
"I'm not giving anything up. The program was good, but outside the novelty of being in London, it really wasn't anything I couldn't have gotten in a dozen other places. Being with you, going on this tour - it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Even of you go on a hundred tours, this will be the only first one. I want to share that experience with you. If it means putting my degree on hold for a little while, then I'm willing to do that."
"Will they let you out of it?"
"When I asked before you left they said they would only allow students to leave without penalty for catastrophic family emergency. Charlie's situation might count as that. And if not...if not, I guess I'll figure out a way to pay them back."
"Bella, I know you might not like this idea, but if you have to pay for it, I would like to give you the money."
"Edward, no. I'll find a way." Bella sat up and propped herself against the headboard, pulling the sheet up over herself.
"Bella." Edward sat up as well, but turned so he could face her. He traced her face with his fingers before he spoke. "You're my wife. My stuff is your stuff. My money is your money. I want to take care of you. What's the line from the wedding service? 'With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.' I meant it, sweetheart."
Bella sat up and moved across the bed so that she could straddle his lap. "You, husband," she said, reaching up to weave her fingers through his hair and rub his scalp softly, "are far too good to me. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?"
He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "It wasn't anything you did, my sweet love." He pressed a brief kiss to her lips. "It was who you are."
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Edward didn't notice the hotel room door open. It wasn't until he heard her sigh that he realized Bella had returned.
"Edward? I think we have a problem."
"What's that?" His voice was distracted.
"We're not married."
Edward's head popped up from the score he had been poring over. She had his full attention now.
"What?"
"We're not married." Bella's face contorted as she fought back tears.
Edward stood from where he sat at the small desk in the room and crossed to his wife. He took her hand and pulled her to the armchair in the corner, where he sat before placing her in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before he spoke.
"It's okay, baby. Start at the beginning. What makes you think we aren't married?"
Bella sniffed and fingered the collar of the white t-shirt Edward wore. "Yesterday afternoon when we got here I noticed there was a social security office down the block from the hotel. I thought that I would go take care of changing my name. I did some research and the websites I read said it would probably take some time, but you said you needed to work on new music today and we were going to be here for a couple of days, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity, you know?"
Edward nodded and stroked her hair. "Sounds like a good plan. What happened?"
"I went down there this morning. I filled out all the forms and waited in line for what felt like forever, but when I showed them our marriage certificate, they said...they said it was invalid."
"Why?"
Bella scrubbed her hands over her face before responding. "Apparently it's kind of complicated to get married in England; there's a waiting period and a special visa we were supposed to get."
"Oh." Edward twisted his face in frustration.
"Yeah. Also that sea captain thing - apparently it is a very pervasive urban myth. The lady was way too delighted to tell me that."
"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry."
Bella had been resting her head on Edward's shoulder as she told her story, but now she pulled back to look in his face.
"What are we going to do, Edward?"
Edward shrugged. "We'll get married."
"Just like that, hunh? That simple? 'We'll get married'?"
"Bella, we did it once already, did you forget?" He tickled her ribs gently and she giggled and squirmed away from his fingers.
"No, I did not forget, mister." She poked him in the chest.
"Good. Yes, it's that simple. We'll get a license and we'll get married." He leaned to kiss her lips. "We'll do it today if you want, and then tomorrow you can go change your name, if it's important to you. It's not a big deal, Bella. Try not to get upset."
Bella sighed and lay her head back down. "I guess. I just...I hate the idea that we're not really married. I've spent the last four months getting used to the idea of being your wife, and now I'm...not. And...oh my gosh, Edward, there's the whole sex thing too...I know it was really important to you to wait until we were married, and that's shot to hell...no pun intended..."
"Bella, sweetheart, stop." Edward lifted his hand and lay two fingers against her lips. "Please, stop. I don't regret anything. We thought we were married. As far as I'm concerned, we still are. This is a silly legal technicality. No one even needs to know, if you don't want to tell them. Unless..." Edward stiffened and abruptly stopped rubbing Bella's back.
"Unless what, Edward?"
"Unless you don't want to be married anymore."
Bella sat up straight and looked at his face. "Why on Earth would you say that?"
"Well, you don't seem to be enthusiastic about the idea of getting married again, and if you've changed your mind, this would be an easy way out. We were never married, you can walk away, no muss, no fuss, no marriage." Edward shrugged his shoulders. Bella sprang from his lap and spun to face him.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, you listen to me! Did you miss the part where I was devastated that we weren't actually married? Why in the world would you think I want to walk away now? I've spent the last four months riding in a smelly van with five guys and a chick who hates me, living out of a suitcase, eating crappy road food and staying up half the night to haul speakers around just so I can be with you. Why the HELL would you think I'm going to leave you in a random town in California just because some hag in a social security office thought it would be fun to screw up our lives?"
Edward looked stunned at Bella's outburst. "Baby, I-"
"Oh, no, don't you baby me!" Bella poked him in the center of his chest, causing him to emit a little grunt. "Do you think so little of me? After all of the bullshit we've been through you think this is going to be my breaking point?"
"Bella, sweetheart-"
"That is the most ridiculous, insulting, insecure thing I've ever heard!"
"Honey-"
"Enthusiastic? I'm supposed to be enthusiastic?" Bella raised her fingers and made air quotes around her last word.
Edward sat silently and gazed at his wife.
"Well! Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
Edward fought the smile that quirked the corners of his mouth. He shook his head, and Bella narrowed her eyes.
"Are you laughing at me?" Once again he shook his head, afraid to open his mouth.
Bella considered him silently before she smiled ruefully. "I guess I did get a little carried away."
Edward nodded. "A little."
"Do you really think I want to walk away?" Her voice was so small he could barely hear her.
He stood and reached for her hand, then pulled her back down into his lap. "No, I don't. It was a stupid thing to say. I'm sorry."
She leaned her head against him, resting her head in her favorite spot between his neck and shoulder. "So now that we've established that...what exactly are we going to do?"
"How's this," he replied. "Mom and Alice are already planning a reception for us at the house. We'll do a little wedding then."
Bella pulled back and looked at him. "You, my husband, are a genius. You don't mind waiting that long to be married for real?"
"I know." He smirked at her. "And baby, we're already married for real; this one's for the government."
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"So? What did they say?" Bella waited until Edward had pulled the seatbelt across himself and started the ignition before she grabbed his hand.
He sighed. "They're taking James back. His hand has recovered well and he can play again."
Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Want me to track him down and break his other hand?"
Edward chuckled. "I don't think that will be necessary. I figured this would happen - he's been with them from the beginning. I'm honestly surprised I even got to go on tour with them. And it's not all bad news. They're recording another album and planning to use at least three of the pieces I wrote while we were on the road, so there will be some royalties from those. They also want first look at anything I write that would suit them."
"That's fantastic!"
"I guess." Edward's voice sounded worried. "I should probably call and see about getting my old job back. Mr. Banner said-"
"Edward, stop the car."
"What? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Park the car."
Mystified at the tone in her voice, Edward pulled the car into the first available spot he saw. After turning the ignition off, he turned to face his wife.
"Edward, do you want to go back to that job?" Bella examined his face closely.
"It was a good job."
"That's not what I asked. Do you want that job back?"
"It's the most responsible choice."
"Edward. Do. You. Want. That. Job. Back? Do you want to spend the rest of your life as an underpaid studio musician recording tracks for commercials, or is there something you would rather be doing?"
"I have to have a job, Bella."
She huffed in frustration. "Also not what I asked. I spent the last six months watching you come to life every night. Not just playing with the band, but playing songs you wrote. Every time you compose something new, it's like watching a light go on. Wouldn't you rather be doing that instead of going backwards?"
"It's not exactly a reliable way to make a living, Bella. I have a family to support.'
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "Are you serious right now, Edward? This isn't nineteen fifty-seven, and I am not the little woman. What if I wanted to support your dream, hunh?"
"You still have to finish school, Bella. It's not feasible right now."
Bella threw up her hands in frustration. "You are the stubbornest, most infuriating...look, Edward, I have like, three classes left and my thesis to finish. I can get another TA job. I can wait tables. You already said that you have royalty money coming from Garrett, and you have a freaking trust fund! Can you please stop being Ward Cleaver for a minute and think about this? We're young, we don't have kids, we don't need much, now is the perfect time to take a chance and do what you really want to do!"
Edward sat in silence long enough that Bella started to get nervous.
"Do you really think I could make it?"
"Yes, I do. But you'll never know unless you try."
Edward inhaled deeply through his nose and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. "Alright," he said finally. "We'll see what happens."
"Oooh, I know!" Bella exclaimed. "I'll write novels, and you can compose the music for the movie versions! Or I'll write plays and you can write music for them! We'll be like Rodgers and Hammerstein, but less perky."
Edward grinned at his wife. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."
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"Mortarboards are really stupid," she complained, emerging from the bathroom. Edward turned to look at her from where he sat on the sofa flipping channels.
"I think you look cute," he said, smiling in amusement at her frustration.
"Cute?" She narrowed her eyes. "Have you seen this thing? Have you seen these sleeves?" She flailed her arms around wildly, causing the long tails on the sleeves of the gown to wave in circles. Edward laughed as he approached her.
"Those are the best part," he said, raising one eyebrow at her. He used the sleeves to pull her close and wrapped her arms around his waist. He deftly tied the sleeves in a knot behind his back. "See? Now you can't ever get away."
She giggled. "I knew all that education was good for something. Somebody call the dean."
He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm really proud of you."
"I'm pretty proud of me too." She grinned up at him cheekily.
"I'm serious." He placed a quick kiss on her lips.
"I am too." She giggled again. "Don't get too emo on me, Edward. Save some of that for the day I get a job."
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True to her promise, Bella allowed Alice and Esme to plan everything. She had been a little nervous about whether Alice would follow through on her threat to decorate everything in pink sequins, but her worrying proved needless. The Cullens' backyard looked like Alice had bought every flower in the Pacific Northwest. Blooms in every imaginable color appeared everywhere she could see, but instead of being overwhelming or tacky the riotous colors looked like something out of a fantasy garden. Alice stood next to the minister in a soft silver silk dress that flowed gracefully from her swollen belly, and her face shone with joy. Bella blinked back tears and felt a rough hand take hers.
"Ready?"
She nodded and placed her hand on the arm offered to her.
"Nice dress."
Bella blushed and looked down at the layers of blue fabric. "We thought since you all missed it the first time...Alec brought it with him. I didn't ask how he managed to get it."
"You look beautiful." Charlie covered her hand in his and squeezed gently.
"Dad," she said, smiling into his eyes, "I'm really glad you're here."
Charlie smiled back at her before he patted her hand and guided her down the aisle.
Everything around her blurred. The colors of the flowers, the smiles of the people around her, even the pressure of Charlie's hand on hers blended to become a glowing, joyful haze. The only thing that was absolutely clear was Edward, standing beside his father, his eyes focused on her as she walked towards him.
He never took her eyes from hers. He held her gaze while they again spoke vows of love and fidelity and as he slid his grandmother's ring onto her hand. The connection only broke when the priest's gentle words instructed Edward to kiss his bride and she closed her eyes as his lips found hers.
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They were going to be late. Again.
She promised she was going to be better at being on time. Edward'sthoughtswereperhapsangrierthantheoccasionwarranted,butthismeetingwasimportantforhiscareer. Forbothoftheircareers. Thiswastheirfuture,notsomesororityreunion.
"Bella? Bella? Bella!"
She'd suggested that they just meet at the restaurant, but he wanted to come home and get her. He wanted to see her, to hold her hand, even if it was just for a few minutes in the car. They had both been so busy lately, and she'd been oddly moody for the past few weeks. He missed her, and he worried at the changes he'd seen in her.
If tonight goes well, everything will be easier. Unless we're late. "Bella! Whatthehell? Whereareyou? We'vegottogo!"
His shout was met by silence from a seemingly empty apartment.
He extracted his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. The phone rang until he heard the sound of her voicemail greeting. He stabbed at the screen and tugged at his hair in frustration. He was on his way back out the door when he heard an odd sound coming from the direction of their bedroom. His eyebrows drew together as he approached the door and pushed it open. What he saw on the other side drove any thoughts of annoyance at his wife from his mind.
He crossed the room quickly and knelt beside Bella where she lay on the floor. She was in her underwear, and she shivered on the cold hardwood. She let out a hiccuppy sob and jerked violently when he laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Bella, baby? Sweetheart, are you hurt?" Edward checked her body and didn't see any signs of physical trauma - no bruises, no blood, just his wife lying alone on the floor. He hesitated, unsure if he should try to move her if she had fallen.
"Bella, sweetheart, hang on, I'm going to call an ambulance."
"No, don't. Please...don't," she gasped, before falling back into a silence punctuated by occasional sobs.
"Baby, if you're hurt..." Edward fought to keep the rising panic out of his voice.
"I'm not...just...help me..." She pushed herself up weakly, and in a flash he was at her side. He lifted her into his arms and placed her gently on the bed, then grabbed the blanket that lay across the foot and wrapped it around her trembling shoulders. She drew her legs up into her body, making herself into a tiny ball.
"Bella, please, please talk to me. You're scaring me. Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
She laughed, a harsh, bitter bark unlike any sound he had ever heard her make. "It's too late for that, there's nothing they can do." Her words were followed by another fit of sobs, tears pouring down her face.
"My God, Bella, now you're really scaring me. Please, baby, tell me what's wrong."
She took a few breaths and managed to slow her crying somewhat. She wiped her face on the blanket before she said, "open my top drawer. There's something in the back in a gift bag."
He stood to open the drawer she indicated and extracted a brightly colored bag with tufts of tissue paper peeking out of the top. He returned to the bed and sat down facing her.
"Open it."
Mystified, he pulled out the tissue paper to find what looked like a ziplock bag inside. He pulled it out to see that it held...
"Bella, is this what I think it is?" He examined the long piece of pink plastic through the bag, his eyes widening when he saw the telltale symbol in the small window on the side.
"Is this...are you...are we..." Emotions rolled over him like waves in a hurricane. Joy...elation...terror. It wasn't a good time for this. They were both technically unemployed - frantically, desperately working to try and make something of their dreams. Still, his tumultuous brain refused to connect the small plastic device in his hand with his wife's hysteria.
"There's more in the bag," she said.
He looked down and saw a folded piece of paper. He pulled it out and saw a series of grainy black-and-white printed pictures. Even though they were incomprehensible to his untrained eyes, he knew what they were. He reached out a finger and traced over one of the images.
She made that sound again, the laugh that wasn't. "I was going to give it to you tonight...you know, after...but now it doesn't matter."
"Bella?" He reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, feeling how hot her skin was. "Baby, please tell me what's going on."
"It's over," she replied, her voice flat.
"What...but...what do you mean..."
"It's over," she repeated. "No more. Done. Finished." Her voice broke on the last word and she sagged against him as tears overtook her again.
Edward was still confused, but he lay down behind his wife. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a quick message to Alice to please call the restaurant and offer his apologies to the agents they were supposed to meet, then dropped it onto the dresser and wrapped his arms tightly around her trembling body.
After several minutes he felt her relax and her breathing slowed. She turned to face him. The pain on her tear-ravaged face was almost more than he could take. She looked at him in silence for a moment. When she spoke, her voice shook and he had to strain to hear, even though he was only inches away from her.
"I took the test a few weeks ago. I didn't really trust it..." her voice broke again, and she took several breaths before she spoke again. "So I made an appointment to make sure. I didn't know they'd do an ultrasound, but after seeing how nervous I was, they offered. I saw her, Edward, moving around on the screen...our little bean." Tears poured down her face onto the pillow but she managed to keep talking. "I wanted to wait, it was going to be a surprise for you, I knew you'd be so excited..." She swallowed. "I came home early today. I wanted to be sure to be ready on time, and I'd been feeling kind of crappy all day; my back was aching and I had a headache. I was getting dressed when I felt this awful pain..." She trailed off and began to cry again. He held her tightly and felt the tears running down his own face, then sobs erupted from his belly as he processed the meaning of her story.
"Are you sure, Bella? There's no hope?"
She shook her head against him. "I don't see how there could be. There was so much blood. I tried to keep going, to get ready, but I just...couldn't..."
"Oh, baby."
He rolled to his back and pulled her so that she was draped over him. He held her until her body relaxed against him and her breathing slowed enough that he knew she had fallen asleep. It wasn't until the light of dawn began to dance across the ceiling that his own eyes fell closed.
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There was something she was supposed to do today. She just couldn't remember what it was.
Her head hurt. The sunlight coming through the windows was too bright.
She thought briefly about asking Edward, but he was gone. Maybe he was working? She shook her head, trying to clear the fog that kept her from remembering where her husband was. She looked over at the phone that lay on the table next to the bed. She could call him. Maybe he knew what it was she was supposed to do today.
She tried to reach for the phone, but her arm was so heavy. She managed to touch it, but instead of picking it up she knocked it onto the floor. She squinted at the way the light glinted off the screen where it lay on the floor. She couldn't reach it there.
It didn't matter. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She was too tired to do anything anyway. Maybe if Edward came home he would remember. She thought that she probably shouldn't ask him though. Lately when he looked at her he seemed so worried. She would keep her forgetfulness to herself so she didn't upset him. Whatever it was, it didn't matter anyway.
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Edward had woken up regularly in the middle of the night for most of his life. He would lie there and let his mind wander, sometimes thinking about whatever was going on in his life, sometimes thinking of nothing. He loved the quiet. There was a kind of peace he found at three a.m. that was present nowhere else in his life, and he would lie in bed and relish the feeling until he drifted back to sleep.
Since marrying Bella, his nocturnal awakenings had become even more pleasant. He would watch her as she slept, basking in the sound of her breathing and the joy he felt in being next to her. Sometimes he would rub her back or stroke her hair; sometimes he would whisper words of love and appreciation for her. He never told her about his wee-hours habit, but it was one of his favorite things about married life.
After Bella lost the baby, things changed. She no longer slept peacefully; instead she was fitful and restless. A few times Edward awoke to find her crying in her sleep. More and more he would wake to find her absent altogether. On those nights he usually found her in the living room watching television, her eyes blank. The first few times he tried to get her to talk, but she refused. Sometimes he would go in and sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her tense body or holding her hand, but more often than not he would just stand in the shadows of the hallway and watch her and pray. During the day she managed to put on a good front, and most people in her life thought she was fine, just a little subdued. It was only Edward who saw how deeply she had fallen into despair, and it frightened him.
After a lot of pleading and tears on his part she agreed to see a counselor. Shelly Cope was a woman of about fifty with soft eyes and a gentle voice. After the first few sessions she suggested to Edward that he let Bella come alone, saying that she might speak more freely without him in the room. He followed her suggestion, desperate to see his wife free from her paralyzing grief. It took time, but he saw changes emerge. She smiled more. She agreed to go out with their friends and laughed at Emmett's stupid jokes. Her muscles were no longer quite so rigid when he pulled her body to his.
Four months after her miscarriage they made love again. Afterwards they held each other tightly, their bodies entwined, and they both cried. That night something shifted. He woke in the early hours to an empty bed again, but this time when he walked into the living room in search of his wife he found her not watching television but typing, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her computer screen. He watched her for a few minutes until she looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
"You ok?" he asked.
She didn't smile, but he could see her eyes as she nodded at him. They were no longer dead, but full of emotion.
"I love you," he said. "I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to come back."
"I love you too," she replied.
He wasn't sure when she returned to bed, but in the morning when he got up to get ready for the day she was there beside him, sleeping more peacefully than he had seen in months.
It happened again, night after night. He would wake up in the wee hours alone and find her typing in the living room; he would remind her that he loved her and wake with her beside him in the morning.
Four weeks later he woke in the morning and found her awake, sitting beside him on the bed. She looked exhausted.
"Baby, you alright?" he asked, running a fingertip over the dark shadows under her eyes.
She smiled at him shyly and he lost his breath at the glow that shone in her tired eyes. She nodded and handed him a thick sheaf of paper.
"I need you to read this."
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The limo pulled to a smooth stop and the driver opened the door. The passengers spilled out like clowns from a tiny car, laughing and teasing. They calmed slightly at Bella's embarrassed urging and walked in the door of the theater, where they were greeting by an usher.
"Mrs. Cullen, Mr. Cullen," he said, greeting each with a bow. "Right this way." He led them to a cordoned-off section of seats, and they filed in, all joviality overtaken by awe at their surroundings.
As the lights fell, Edward squeezed Bella's hand and leaned over to whisper in words so quiet only she could hear, "We made it, baby."
Bella looked down at the program gripped tightly in her free hand and read the cover page through a haze of tears.
Antiphony: ALoveStoryinTwo-PartHarmony
Written by Bella Cullen
Music by Edward Cullen
Much later, after the applause and accolades, after a late dinner full of laughter and promises to catch up while everyone was in town, and after hugs and kisses and a few tears, Bella and Edward found themselves alone once again.
"Come look, Edward." He slid an arm around her as he joined her where she gazed out the window. She wrapped both arms around his waist and they stood silently watching as lightening streaked above the New York skyline. She jumped at the loud crack of thunder that followed seconds afterward, and he tightened his arm around her.
"Scared, sweetheart?"
She shook her head where it lay against his shoulder. He dropped a kiss onto her hair. They continued to watch the storm until, without warning, a bolt struck and the city lights before them disappeared. The apartment fell silent. Bella giggled. Edward pulled back and looked down at her face, an indulgent smile on his.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm pretty sure we've been here before."
He looked around, taking in the dark, quiet room. "I think you're right."
"Last time there was a blackout we spent the whole day in your bed. Should I go get the Monopoly?"
Edward laughed and reached out to caress the barely perceptible bulge of her abdomen before he took her hand. "Come on, baby, let's go. Grab the extra sheets. I'll build you a tent."
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Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, recommending, and supporting my little story! It's been a lot of fun! This is the last regular chapter, but I have at least one outtake yet to post, so put the story on alert if you are interested.