Stood on the corner for a while
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new luck upon me
Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, I'm not together but I'm getting there.

-John Mayer; In Repair

EPOV

I held her as she slept peacefully that entire afternoon. I found myself unable to move for even the most necessary of situations... I just didn't want to wake her. I had tried to get up at one point but was stopped as I felt her gripping my arms as if she were frightened I would never come back. I had thought she was awake when it happened, but when I leaned over her with a grin, I was met with a painful frown as she mumbled my name in her sleep. I didn't know why she looked so upset, but having heard her say my name like that led me to believe that it was inevitably linked to the way I had been treating her. So instead of getting up and attempting to make her dinner, I found myself wrapping my body around her so completely that she didn't stir again and I fell back into sleep.

When I woke up, it was to an empty bed. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes and began the task of finding my clothes that were in disarray around her clean room. I moved to get my boxers and slipped them on and then found my jeans by the vibrations coming from the floor. I pulled the blackberry from my pocket and checked the screen to find that I had thirteen messages... all from, Jasper. I heard myself groan and exited the screen without even glancing at what he had written. I slipped my jeans on over my hips, but I couldn't find my shirt and after about two minutes of searching I gave up on it and walked out to the living room to find Bella.

The house was quiet as I searched, at least until I turned the corner. When I walked into the kitchen I found the only thing in this world that could leave me speechless. Bella... and she was wearing my shirt... and only my shirt. I could hear her humming a soft song to herself and I was assaulted with the vision I had imagined of her at dinner last night... it was of finding her just like this. She hadn't heard me and I let myself watch her in awe. She was exquisite.

I was about to make my presence known to her but then as if she were reading a screenplay for my dream, she reached into a small container and grabbed none other than a brownie. I wasn't aware that I was moving until I was behind her and re-enacting the desire right now. She didn't even pause as I grazed my hands up her thighs and under my shirt that she was wearing. The reality of this was far better than any dream I could conjure up and I hadn't done the emotions I had merely imagined any justice. When I rested my hands along her stomach, everything I had been running from for so long had finally caught up with me. She was here. She was willing to be mine... and we could be a family. I just had to reach out and take it. I smiled as I watched her eat her brownie with a child like smile and I closed my eyes to let myself enjoy this moment.

After a stretch of silence I felt her turn in my arms. When I opened my eyes to see her, I was once again left with no words. She looked at me as if I were the most incredible being she had ever seen. I didn't deserve such reverence. She did. I wanted so many things for her, so many wishes for her happiness that it was consuming my very thought. I took a deep breath and was about to attempt to vocalize that, but she wouldn't let me. Instead my lips were silenced with the gentle touch of her fingers and the battle was lost. Instead, I just held her... I held her as if she were the most precious thing in my world, and it was easy to do, because she was.

BPOV

there was an ancient sadness in his eyes as he met my gaze. I wasn't sure if it was because he regretted having told me he loved me, if it was because I was pregnant, or if it was because of the fall out with his grandfather. He had told me last night that he had tried all his life to please that man and that even when he was at his best, that he always felt as if he were disappointing him. I couldn't even begin to imagine the burden of carrying that kind of pressure. I didn't want to even try.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him. I wasn't quite ready to give up the small window of peace that his words of love from earlier had opened up for me. I wanted to be greedy for just a small while longer. After that, I would embrace the fall out for giving him my heart again so easily. I wouldn't regret it though, because I truly in every sense of the word loved him. I stopped thinking and just lay my head against his chest and let the contours of his muscled body cradle me closer.

We stayed that way for a long while, neither one of us speaking or moving. I was content to stay until he pulled away, but the sound of buzzing from his pocket broke through our bubble and I found myself moving away from him to give him some space. Just as I turned back to nibble at the rest of my brownie, I felt Edwards lips at the base of my neck and working their way around to the hollow of my throat.

Once more, my food was long forgotten. I was hungry... but what I craved was much more than a small helping of chocolate could fix. It didn't take long for my body to respond as I lay my head back to rest on his shoulder. I wanted to be embarrassed by the way my figure shaped itself to his frame, or even the way my body pressed up against his in search of friction, but instead I found myself appreciating every touch, every kiss and every moment.

I could feel his hands sliding under my shirt and running circuits over my breasts, down my stomach and to my thighs. I couldn't imagine what he thought was so sexy or even appealing about the shape of my body right now, but by some miracle he seemed to be enjoying it and I for one was not going to question it. Just as I wrapped my right arm back and around his neck, he dropped his lips to my ear and half moaned his words to me.

"You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me, Isabella." He was holding my small round stomach in his left hand as his right gently pushed my hips back against his and I felt exactly what it was I did to him. That was my undoing, and before I could think too much about it, I grabbed his right hand and slid it down to my center for him to touch.

I heard him hiss as he came in contact with only my bare skin under the t-shirt and I felt the gentle graze of his fingers as he slid them over my core. I let out a small squeak as the friction nearly sent me flying. I heard him chuckle roughly.

"I think I rather enjoy this part of the pregnancy, Love... the way your body reacts to me... the way you want me. Do you want me to make you feel good, my sweet Isabella?" He took my earlobe into his mouth and gently nibbled on it as he waited for me to answer.

"Y-yes, Edward... please..." I would have done anything he asked of me in that moment, but he was very generous and began gently rubbing along my sensitive bundle as his left hand worked to free himself from his jeans. I felt as if I were about to fall over the edge with just his fingers alone, my mouth was open, my head was thrown back and the warm feeling was beginning to wash over me but then his fingers stopped moving, and I was suddenly feeling very empty. That feeling didn't last though, because he was turning me and lifting my body before I could even form a complaint, and just as I became aware that he was now face to face with me, I was gently being filled with the very thing I had craved

"Oh... oh, Edward... you feel...mmmm" He was fully inside me then, and I couldn't find words for such a feeling. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his gorgeous face, but when he began moving, it became a losing battle. I could not have kept them open if I wanted to... and trust me I wanted to.

"Uh... my sweet, sweet..." His breath was stuttering as he tried to say more. "Oh, my sweet girl... you feel so...so..." I felt my eyes rolling back as he hit the most delicious spot inside of me and I bean searching for more. Edward was supporting my weight as I sat on the ledge of the island, but I sat back as he was still moving inside of me and brought my legs up to rest on the ledge. This little move, though difficult to pull off with a few pounds of a belly on me, proved to be the greatest feeling I had ever experienced.

"Oh, God Isabella! Fuck! You're making me... want to..." I took his lips to mine then. I needed his constant contact on my body. His hips moved harder now and with a desperate plea of their own. I was already going to fall over the edge but then I felt his hand drop and with one small gentle tug to my nerves, I was screaming into the quiet room around us.

Edwards hips jerked inside of me and instead of holding me, he clung to me. His strong arms wrapped around my body and his head fell to the valley of my breasts and he shook. When his body stopped and our breathing was even, I gently let one leg fall and then the other. He popped his head up and helped me down and kissed me so sweetly that I felt so loved in his arms.

"I love you so much, Bella... I love you so much." I was sure that no matter how many times I heard that, that it would never get old.

We dressed back into what we had on and he sat at the counter talking and laughing with me about ridiculous things. We were both becoming pros at dodging the important questions, and I was stiil too amped about what we had just done that I didn't want to sully it with the negetive. I knew it would com back to kick me in the ass, but all the same, I didn't talk about it and he didn't bring it up.

Instead, he watched me cool. When I needed something, he got it. When I was tired, he took over, and when it was all said and done we ate our dinner and we went to bed. Together.

Morning came and with it, so did reality. I had to be at work and Edward had to go and speak with his father about what the fall out with Charles would mean for him. I felt guilty when I thought about it, but when I shared that with Edward, I could tell it took a lot for him not to start yelling. We both left for work and he left me with a promise of lunch and a phone call if he had news before then.

When I walked into my office though, I was hit with the news he would have been telling me anyway.

"Did you hear that, Edward Cullen was fired this morning!" Jessica was practically red as she said it and I could tell from the irritation in her voice that this was not about gossip.

I couldn't form words, I stared at her with a blank face and a heavy stomach. I couldn't even form a sentence. Edward was fired? How could that happen to someone who's family owned the company? Jessica took saw my face and responded without me having to ask.

"I know right! Like, what the hell? How could his grandfather do that to him? There are like rules and stuff that make firing family ethically wrong!"

I still didn't have a response. I couldn't believe that Charles had done that to his own blood. Why though? Because of me? I felt sick as I imagined the way this had been done... the way Edward and my baby were used as a pawn to that man. Suddenly I felt sick and bounded out of my seat and to the nearest bathroom. I emptied my stomach and sat on the cold tile floor to collect my thoughts. It was a minute or two later that I realized that if I felt this sick, then surely Edward was worse. I began to fear for how he would react when he saw me. Would he blame me? Should he blame me? Suddenly my hope that he would want to be with me and the baby felt incredibly selfish. What was my presence going to cost him? And more importantly, would he still want us? The baby and I both.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number, and silently prayed that he wouldn't answer. As much as I wanted to be there for him, I was terrified of the fallout. He answered on the second ring.

"Good morning, love." he sounded so calm and gentle. A far cry from what I had expected to hear on the other end of the line. Suddenly I was afraid that he didn't know... oh hell! Did that mean I should tell him? I decided that if the situation were reversed, then I would want him to tell me, so with a shaky voice and a nervous heart I began.

"Edward... have you talked with your father yet?" I heard him sigh and in that moment I knew he knew, and it broke my heart.

"Yes, love... I have." He was silent for a moment but then calmly carried on. "Have you seen the press release, Isabella?" I only nodded but then I realized he couldn't see me and I said it out loud.

"Yes, Edward..." my voice betrayed me and I heard the breaks as I tried to find make things right.

"I'm so sorry... I can't believe he did this to you... I can't imagine why he would..." I was trying to find comforting words, but the truth was that I could believe he did that to him. I could imagine why he was being so hateful.

"I'm not sorry, Isabella... I'm not sorry at all. I would rather be out of that company anyway. I would rather build a good name for myself than for a legacy that I could care less about. The truth of the matter is that I feel better about what I have to do now, and I will never, everregret choosing you and our baby... I did the right thing... I finally did the right thing.

Tears were falling from my eyes at that and I knew that when he said he wanted this, he meant it. His actions were speaking louder than words ever could, and for the first time in a long time... I didn't feel alone.

EPOV

When we had finished dinner last night, I went outside and checked my messages. It was my lawyer, Jasper, and he was calling to tell me the news. Good old Grandpa Charles had officially terminated me that afternoon after brunch.

To tell you the truth, I honestly didn't care. I actually embraced the fact that my life was my own and that for once, I had nobody to live up to and no preset plans for my future. I had, Isabella... and that was all I needed.

When she left to work that morning, I almost told her myself. But I decided against it, because I wasn't too sure about what was going to happen when my father heard the news. I knew Isabella well enough to know that she would have blamed herself and made herself so sick that she wouldn't have gone in, and I didn't want her missing work on that ridiculous account.

When I walked into Cullen Inc, I was carrying a box. Margie, my secretary had a nervous expression as she watched me walk in and very casually begin taking my things in small loads down stairs. I didn't want a whole lot, I only grabbed the sentimental things that I housed in that morgue of an office I used to slave away in. I grabbed my diploma, my scotch, and a photo of Isabella and I at the function I had met her at over nine months ago. I sat down and looked at the photo that I had kept hidden in a menu drawer all this time and when I looked at the picture I wanted to kick my own ass.

Even then she would watch me with love in her eyes. She hadn't even known me for more than three hours, but when this photo was taken she was watching only me. I was going to make this up to her, I was determined to start doing right by that loving soul that carried our child. With that thought firmly in place, I grabbed my box, left the building and didn't bother looking back.

New beginnings... I was starting fresh, We were starting fresh. And with the poison of my past life behind me, I began to think about what exactly I wanted that to mean for me and Isabella... for our baby