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CHAPTER 19

BPOV

The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon and sausage. I also woke to Edward's strong arms wrapped around me. I lingered in bed for a while, looking at the small smile on his sleeping face before I realized I probably had horrible morning breath. I slithered out of his arms and scurried to the bathroom to brush my teeth. On my way out of the door, I ran into Alice.

"Bella!" She exclaimed, hugging me tightly. She seemed genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

"Morning Alice," I said while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

She giggled. "Bella, it's almost one in the afternoon."

"Seriously!? Shoot! Alice, we have to find a place to live!" I stuttered.

"That's what I- well, Rose and I- wanted to talk to you about. Could you come sit with us in the living room?"

I nodded, instantly suspicious, but followed Alice without complaint. Rose was already sitting on the love seat, Emmett behind her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." She smiled at me. "Alice and I wanted to talk to you about our living arrangements." I answered with another simple nod.

Alice smiled at me again, and began speaking. "You know that Jasper and I have been serious for a while now, Bella." I smiled in agreement.

"And he talked with me this morning about the move. About our new living arrangements." Alice trailed off, and looked to Rose.

"And?" I asked, the anticipation killing me.

"Jasper asked me to move in with him. At least until this whole thing with the stalker is over. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll stay with him there."

I jumped out of my chair and dove at Alice. "Oh Alice! That's so great! I'm happy for you!" Alice laughed and squirmed beneath me. With all the commotion I didn't hear Edward enter the room.

"Bella." He called me. I turned around and smiled at his confused look. "Let's go eat breakfast." He smiled and outstretched his hand. I grabbed it and gladly walked into the kitchen with him, leaving a snickering Alice behind.

Edward found the eggs on the stove, still warm. Alice made them just for us. He scooped them onto a plate for me and set it on the table. Once we were seated, Edward broached the topic of where I should live.

"I know you want to stay near the beach, Bella, but I think it would be wise if you found a home in the downtown area. It's farther away from what this guy expects." I nodded and spoke my mind.

"I hate altering my life like this, just because of some letters."

"But it's gotten more serious than letters, Bella." He contested. "He knows where you live now, he knows how to trick you." Edward said, looking to my now empty hand.

"I know," I agreed, "but I don't think he'd really follow through on these threats. The only reason I'm doing this is for Alice and Rose's safety."

"Bella," Edward said, reaching across the table to cup my face with his soft palm, "you would die if anything happened to them, right?" I nodded. "Well I would die if anything happened to you. The reason we want you to do this is for you. I am so in love with you Bella. If anything ever happened to you, there would be no point to my life. There would be no reason for me to live."

"Don't say that" I reprimanded him.

"But it's true, Bella." He smiled weakly at me. "There is no beauty in my life without you. There is no air without you nearby. It's why I want to ask you to move in with me. Well- it's why I want to ask you to find a new home to share with me."

I stared at him in shock. He misread my silence.

"Of course, it would only be temporary, until you can move back here. I mean, I would offer to let you stay in my house, but seeing as it's right next door, it wouldn't be any safer. Of course, you could get a house by yourself. I could stay here on the beach, watch things for you."

I cut him off by kissing him. I leapt across the table and connected my lips with his. He moaned into my mouth in surprise and I gasped at the feeling.

"Of course I want to live with you Edward. Waking up next to you today just showed me how much I want to wake up next to you always."

A large smile broke out on his face.

"Good, because it seems like I can't get a good nights sleep without you now. You keep the nightmares away." He whispered into my ear.

It was then that I realized I had only had one nightmare last night.

"But what about Rosalie? I can't leave her to fend by herself in an apartment or house, Edward. With Alice moving in with Jasper, it's just the two of us."

Now Edward silenced me with a kiss. He smirked at my expression. "Emmett asked Rose to move in with him, too. We planned it out last night."

I smiled and kissed him again. He pulled back and continued talking. "Of course, we can't stay at my house- like I said earlier. We will have to find somewhere downtown. An apartment is too public, but I hate to buy a house we are only going to live in for a few months at the most. If we rented, it would have to be from a reliable source. I'm sure Carlisle knows someone."

"Whoa there, cowboy. Slow down. Let's just bask in the glow of us living together for a little bit. Okay?"

Edward smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, love, I just want to get you out of this house as soon as possible, and I really want to see you settling into our home."

I'm not sure who started the next kiss, but I do know who stopped it.

"Don't make me get the crowbar, kids. I'm not afraid to separate you by force!" Emmett yelled, quickly making me pull back from Edward and get off of his lap, which I somehow ended up straddling. I felt the blush start in my neck and Edward followed it up my face with his finger. "Let's go find us a place to live." he whispered to me, smiling hugely.

After a few calls to Carlisle, Edward had about a dozen places narrowed down for us to live. We skipped (well - I skipped, Edward walked) out of my house and into Edward's Volvo to look at all the prospective locations.

I should have known that every single home would be two times the size of the home I already had. Classic Edward, spoiling me.

Classic Bella, I complained about how large every home was. I decided that I was going to pick the smallest house just to spite Edward. Of course, the smallest house was still bigger than my home with the girls, but it was beautiful. The kitchen was massive. Big enough for two cooks. The house only had on bedroom, but it was massive, with a glass window looking out to the ocean a few miles off. I loved that I could at least see the beach from this house. The other homes were all buried in upper class neighborhoods with nothing but barking poodles surrounding them. This one was pretty excluded, up on a hill top, trees all around.

I spun around to face Edward after I stared out the window for a moment.

"This is the one, isn't it?" He asked me. I smiled and nodded. "I'll find the realtor." he said softly.

By the end of the day, Alice was over, bringing me a new wardrobe. Rose was due to bring me everything else by the end of the night. Edward and I planned not to leave our new home for a week. We would have everything delivered to us. It would give us time to settle in.

Earlier in the day, Carlisle "leaked" to the press that I was going on a vacation to the Bahamas for a few days in hopes the stalker would leave my home alone. It would give me a chance to move in and get settled before I had to go back to my old home and pretend like I still lived there, just in case he was watching. That thought gave me shivers, but I wouldn't let anyone know that.

Over the next week, Edward and I moved into our home together. Since we were only renting the home, it came furnished, but Alice had to buy us new wardrobes, and lots of little things, like toothbrushes, alarm clocks, and deodorant. I laughed out loud when I head Edward complaining because Alice bought me the wrong body wash.

"Strawberries, Alice. That's all I asked for."

"I think a jasmine smell will help you sleep better at night." Alice argued back to him.

I had to admit that since Edward and I began sharing a bed, I rarely had any nightmares about my life before I became Isabella Swan: International Singer, Edward said his nightmares disappeared too. His nightmares were about me. Always.

The days in the house were blissful. Edward and I played games, watched movies, and talked for hours on end. Every moment we were together, I fell even more in love with him.

Before we knew it, our mini vacation was over, and we both had to go back to the real world. Edward held my hand the entire drive back to my old house. I would be spending a little of the day there, before going "out" and not coming back. I would do this every day.

EPOV

Soon, it was time for Bella to start a new tour, but with the recent events, I talked Carlisle into limiting it to fifteen cities. New York, Seattle, Houston, Anaheim, Orlando, and others of the like. We would be on the tour for twenty days, staying in the most secure hotels, and flying of private planes. I might have gone a little overboard with the security, but I wasn't taking any risks.

Carlisle had arranged several interviews for Bella to do, so she could publicize the tour. They started this afternoon. Alice and Rosalie came over this morning to do Bella's hair and make up, and get her ready in case any of the interviewers decided to take pictures.

We all drove to Rose and Emmett's new home, where the limo was waiting (supplied by some magazine interviewing her today). We decided not to tell anyone, even the limo driver, where our home was, which is why we gave him Rose's address.

The interviews were held in some hotel ballroom. They weren't terrible, Bella handled them extremely well. Each interview lasted about ten minutes, but they all asked the same thing. "What city are you looking forward to the most?" "What is your favorite song ti sing?" "Why did you cancel the Lily Allen tour?" I growled anytime someone asked that.

Alice, Rose and I stood in the background with Carlisle. When the last interviewer came in, Carlisle spoke to me. "This guy is the one that rented the limo for us, so he gets a longer interview. He also gets to take pictures if he wants. Unfortunately, this guy is a real ass wipe. He always asks very personal questions. But he's sneaky about it."

The small mouse of a man walked in the room with a heavy camera around his neck and a huge notepad in his hand. He set down a tape recorder and began the interview.

"So Bella, you're about to take off on a fifteen city tour. Do you still get nervous about that?"

"I used to get so nervous anytime I took the stage, but now, the stage is like a second home. I get so into performing, I don't even realize I have an audience, until I hear them cheering, I guess." She laughed at her own joke.

"Do you write your own music, Bella?"

I kind of liked this guy. He was asking new questions. I'm sure Bella got bored saying the same thing over and over.

"I do write my own music. Sometimes I need help though, figuring out a word that rhymes or rephrasing a verse. My roommates usually help me with that."

"So what inspires you to write, Bella?"

Bella shifted in her seat. "Society, I guess."

"So none of these songs are inspired by your own life? What about all of the love songs?"

Oh, I saw where this was going, and I didn't like it. Bella and I had not gone public with our relationship yet.

"Some of the songs are based on my own experiences, yes, but I think it's more fun for people to guess which ones." She winked at him, and he blushed.

She did a good job distracting him, until he looked back down to his note pad.

"So one of your newer songs is very descriptive about a new relationship, and about falling in love. Can you tell me if that one is inspired by your own life?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'd rather not say." Bella answered professionally.

"So there is a new guy in your life, huh?" The mouse man persisted.

Bella just looked away and blushed.

"Why won't you talk about him, Bella. Is he cruel to you?"

"No! He's wonderful." Bella spat out before she covered her mouth with her hands at her outburst.

"Shit." Carlisle muttered next to me.

The interviewer smiled and showed of his crooked and discolored teeth.

"So he's wonderful. Are you in love, Isabella? How long has this been going on?" He sneered.

I walked forward and put a hand on Bella's shoulder. "Okay, I think we're done here." I said loudly.

"I'm sorry, sir," Mousy said. "I'll move on to another subject."

I nodded and went to the back of the room.

"So, Isabella, you're getting very famous, any crazy fans?"

Wow, this guy knew how to drag up rotten topics, but Bella covered better than I expected. She laughed.

"Well, I have met a few with tattoos of my name. I met some that decorated a room in their house with my merchandise, but I'm sure that everyone with a lot of publicity has fans like those."

"Any one creepier?" He asked

"No." Bella answered cooly.

"Well I'm glad. There are some real creeps out there, Isabella."

She just nodded.

They moved on with the interview, talking about the upcoming tour and other things before he pulled up his camera.

"Okay, Isabella. Ready for some pictures?"

"No!" Alice yelled. We all looked to her, confused. "Rose needs to touch up her makeup, she's been wearing that stuff all day. Let us fix her up. Then you can take pictures."

The man snorted but went and sat down in another chair.

Alice and Rosalie ran over to Bella and began fixing her up. I walked over to talk with her.

"You okay?" I asked simply.

"I'm fine. Thank you for protecting me," She smiled, "although I don't think it is in your job description."

I kneeled in front of her while the girls were fixing her hair and put a hand on her knee. "I'll always protect you." I whispered.

I stood up, realizing I might look too close to her and took a step back.

"Edward, how's her face look? Is there any hair in it?" Alice asked, busy with a curling iron in the back. Rose was fixing her nail polish. Dang those girls moved fast.

I reached forward and brushed a piece of hair out of her face for Alice. "She looks lovely Alice, like always."

When the girls finished up with their "touch-up", the photographer began snapping pictures. He only took about ten, claiming he really didn't need that many, before scurrying off.

"Thank you, Isabella. Have a fun tour."