Authors Note: Hello everyone! I KNOW, I KNOW. It's been soo long since I've updated. FUCK. I'm so sorry about that. I was out of the country for February & March. Then I got a new boy and was concentrated on getting back to him. Then I was gone for three whole months! And between then and now; my writers block has come back. And I lost a part of myself when I was with that guy. It terrifies me, actually. So, I'm working on bettering myself. (We broke up, btw. He cheated, boo.) I lost my way.. and I'm trying to get back on track. And these days; I'm struggling.. I'm trying to take care of myself. So, you have to understand that I have to put this on hiatus for a bit.. this chapter I wrote was like pulling teeth! I just.. don't have it in me to write fluffy stuff. I apologize for that. I'm gonna try and post a chapter at least twice a month.. life is hard for me right now, my dears. But i'm trying.

I hope you guys like this chapter. And I'm so sorry for the long ass fuckin' wait. & I'm sorry it's so fuckin' short. But as I said, it was like pulling teeth.

"Wake up, wake up! Esme's making pancakes!" Emmett boomed, banging on our door real loud.

Pancakes for an after-thanksgivIng breakfast? That was something I've never heard of before. I turned over and saw that Edward was groaning, rubbing his tired eyes.

Carlisle's talk with Edward had pretty much been the same as mine and Esme's. Edward's past mistakes. They both wanted to give him another chance.. especially with how different he was now. I hoped this would be the start of something good.

I helped Edward into his chair and went downstairs for breakfast. Maybe it was just me but no breakfast smell could ever compete against the smell of freshly made pancakes and syrup.

"Good morning!" Esme smiled at both of us, "chocolate chip pancakes?"

"You can make chocolate chip pancakes? Or did you just pick up a box from Wal-Mart?" I grinned at her.

"Esme always loved the chocolate chip pancakes at iHop but she wanted them every morning when she was pregnant with Edward.. so she looked up how to make them online. She wouldn't settle for the boxed ones." Carlisle explained, sipping coffee from his mug.

"It's just not the same and you know it!" she said, slapping him with her spatula.

"Well I'm just grateful that you can make pancakes from scratch, from that already made mix that so many people use." I remembered Renee always wanting to make pancakes from it, and it just wasn't the same. Lazy.

"Don't you just hate tlazy people do that?" Esme sighed, I nodded and laughed.

Esme's self made chocolate chip pancakes were delicious. The best I've had in a long while. It wasn't even awkward at the table. Edward and I were both included in conversation. It was easy, carefree. I knew we could do this.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" I smiled to myself, holding Edward's hand in my own as we drove back to his place.

"I guess not. It was nice, I suppose. Both of them giving me a chance; even after all the shit I did to them when I was in high school."

"That's all in the past now," I said, kissing his palm, "now we just have to focus on the positive."

"You're right," he agreed, smiling.

It was nice.. to see Edward smiling. I remember those days when I first met him, where I was lucky to even get a grin. Now things finally seemed to be looking up.

"Here we are," I said once we were in Edward's apartment.

"Bella," he started and grabbed my hand just before I was about to make my way to leave.

"How would you feel about staying here with me.. permanently?" he asked, biting his lip like a little school back.

I chuckled at his expression, he was so nervous! He had no need to be.

"Edward, are you saying you want me to move in with you?" I asked, teasing him.

"Uh, yeah? I mean.. if you want to, that is.." he said, running his hands through his hair. So nervous"

"Edward, stop." I put my hands down on top of his. "Of course I'll move in with you."

I felt him smiled widely into my lips as I kissed him. I really wanted to see Edward back in his teasing, old ways that I hadn't seen yet. He just needed to get his confidence back. And I was sure that I could do it.