I apologized so freaking much for the length of this chapter and for taking almost a month to get it out. I suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), you would know it as winter depression or winter blues. I just.. can't write. And there's so much stuff going on in my home right now. When I wrote this chapter, it was a duration of three or four days. I wrote this chapter outside in the FREEZING cold, where I was shaking like a leaf. You have no idea what the weather is like here. For now.. I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Possibly before Christmas? I'm sorry, guys. I feel like a crappy author. :/

For now.. enjoy this. It was edited by Jamie.


EPOV:

"Bellaaa," I said in what I supposed would be a whiny tone as I rubbed my glove covered palms together.

"Edwarddd," she said, micmicking my tone with a big smirk on her face.

"Come on, Bella, this isn't even funny anymore. I'm freezing!"

"It is November, Edward. I'd be shocked if you weren't."

"What is the point of this exercise, anyway? Are you plotting to kill me with the ungodly climate?" I grumbled, trying to take control of my wheelchair but I couldn't in these goddamned gloves! Bella had took control of the handles, sensing my frustration. I didn't mind, she liked pushing me.

"Edward, we've been over this – Dr. Cheney said that since you've been accustomed to reclusing yourself away at home, you haven't experienced autumn air in a long time. Would you rather not take a walk with me and take a walk by yourself and get frostbite?"

"No, but -"

"Exactly. I'm not trying to baby you, honey. I'm just trying to help," she said, stopping and rubbing my shoulders with her mitten covered hands.

"I know," I sighed, leaning back into her. "I love you."

"Love you more," she whispered and started walking again.

Bella had started going with me to the physically therapy sessions. At first, it was kind of embarrassing but then I realized how helpful it was that she was actually there. She gives me the confidence I need when we're practising a routine that helps me move from my sofa or bed and into my wheelchair. I still haven't mastered it completely yet, but I'm trying.

As well as physical therapy, I have therapy where I have to talk to a therapist. Bella doesn't go in with me for those. But it's as helpful as the physical therapy. I don't just talk about my disability; I talk about my parents, brother, past friends and Bella, too.

I confided in Dr. Weber that I was planning to ask Bella to move in with me, but I was terrified by what her answer would be. I told Dr. Weber I would consider asking her maybe after Thanksgiving.

I loved it when Bella lived here temporarily. It was gave me great pleasure knowing I could wake up and see her smiling face every day. I only wished it were permanent. I also know that Bella loves her independence. That's one reason I knew that she'd say no. I wished that I could just pluck up the guts and ask.

"Hey," Bella said, tearing me out of my thoughts, "what's going in that head of yours?"

"Honestly? I'm thinking how I'm going to freeze to death and I never got to eat pumpkin pie one last time. Bella, come on! It's minus three degrees! Can't we go back home?"

"Edward, we have to go to the shops. You know this. Then we can go home and have some hot chocolate. I promise."

"But, I don't want to buy a stupid hoist! Why do I have to go with you? You could easily go yourself, why do I have to go with?"

I felt like I was being a little brat; but I hadn't been out in weather like this in an awful long time. And honestly, I just wanted to snuggle on my couch with my beautiful girlfriend.

That never happened, of course. We went all the way to the store. We went through all the hoists and finally found a strong black one. Bella demanded that she would only have the best for me. In a way, I felt like a little child – her little child and I was her favourite. But here's the weird part – I loved it. I loved having her take care of me, not feeling like a child.

Most other girls in her position wouldn't have bothered. Hell, most girls never ever go near me – my Bella was extremely special.

"Finally!" I cried out when we arrived through my front door. "I thought I'd never see my home again," I added dramatically to hear Bella's laugh. I was not disappointed.

"Time for that hot chocolate, huh?" she asked, smirking and walking into my kitchen.

"Definitely," I said, smiling to myself at how at home she seemed to be in my place.

Bella has been great; I immediately felt awful for the way I treated her today.

"Hey, Bella?" I asked, situating myself beside her.

"Hmm?" she asked, turning to me. I held her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"I'm sorry for acting like a little child today. You were only trying to help and get me out of the house. I guess I just suffer from the winter blues. I shouldn't have taken it out on you like a spoilt kid."

"Edward," she said, kneeling down to me, "what you still don't understand is that I really don't mind! I know you're not used to going out in the winter, especially in temperatures like today. You should know what I'm in this for the long haul," she finished, stroking my cheek and kissing my lips softly.

"I really don't deserve you," I sighed, not caring if she heard me or not.

"You have some mail, by the way. I picked it up on my way in the door. Here," she said, putting the envelopes on my lap.

I sifted through all the junk and then what I found surprised me. Hesitantly, I opened it and started reading.

"What's that?" Bella asked, handing me my mug of cocoa.

I had just finished reading it. I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew it was completely my decision to make. I loved Bella, though, and I knew I would share this with her.

"It's a letter from my parents. They want me to visit them for Thanksgiving."

We don't celebrate Thanksgiving.. tell me about yours.