Chapter 19

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

Hey everyone. This is a little late today. I was spending the day with my mom and step-dad. We had an early Thanksgiving. BTW there was a few comments about Emmett's crazy. Yeah, he is "special". I actually did a one-shot about his man cave. My best friend begged me to write about it, and it turned out totally raunchy, even by my standards. I posted it on another site, but I'm apprehensive about posting it just anywhere. It's just that crazy. If anyone's interested pm me and I'll tell you where it's at. Happy Reading.

Before: June 3, 2009

"Bells! Damn it! Bells!" The angry voice of my father slices through the trees.

"Bella! Where the hell are you? You'd better answer me!"

It was dark out. I was naked and shivering under some brush. I couldn't remember how I got here. Images of teeth, fur and blood assaulted my thoughts. I was feeling like I'd lost my mind. Only a crazy person could've ended up like this.

"Bella!" My father sighs. I can hear the worry in his voice. "Please, sweetheart. Come out from where ever you're hiding. I promise not to get angry. I just need to know you're okay. Please, baby. Talk to your old man."

"D da…" my throat was dry, preventing me from talking as loud as I'd like to. "He…p…"

"Bella?"

"Ddddda…dd," I couldn't stop my teeth from chattering. I kick my bare foot out from where I'm laying.

"Bella!" my father's startled cry makes me jump. "Oh my God. Bella. Is that you?"

I could only sob as my father pulled the brush from my body and gathered me in his arms.

"Bella, baby girl. You're covered in blood. What happened to you?"

Blood, I remembered the blood and the hunger. Teeth and ripping and blood. I looked down at my hands, they were cover in soil, blood and what looked like short, very coarse, hair. A sticky coating covered my face and chest, the putrid smell of it all hung heavy under my nostrils.

Tears flooded my eyes as I stared at the evidence in front of me. I must have killed something. But why? And how?

My dad still in his cop's uniform shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around my naked form.

"Bells," he cried. "God, Bells, baby girl. I've got to get you to the hospital."

"NO!" I shouted. I pushed at my father's chest.

"Please, honey. I need to know your okay."

"Dad…dy, no." I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm afraid I have to take you. There could be injuries."

"No, not like this, daddy. No."

"I have a blanket and some wet naps in my cruiser. You'll be fine. Stop arguing."

I sighed. There'd be no convincing him otherwise.

My dad carried me back to his cruiser, wrapped me in a blanket and cleaned me up the best he could.

My mind must have completely shut down after that, because I don't even remember the ride to the hospital.

Next thing I know I find myself strapped to a bed. Charlie's sitting on a chair in the corner with his head in his hand.

"How's our patient?"

I look up to see a female doctor probably in her mid thirties, looking at me with concern. She looked at my father, who was close to loosing it, pulling his hair out, then she looked back at me. I could only guess the fright I must have looked.

"Hello, I'm doctor Cope." She gave me a compassionate smile. "Would it be okay if I look you over…" she looked down at her chart, "Isabella?"

I looked at my dad, I was terrified, I didn't want him to leave the room.

"It's okay, sweetie. Your dad can stay. I'll just pull the curtain. If I make you feel uncomfortable in anyway just let me know. I'll tell you everything I need to do beforehand. Okay?"

I only nodded.

After: October 15, 2010

"Wow, this isn't real," I'm saying in awe at the adorable little cottage standing against the backdrop of the dense forest beyond.

"I can't believe you built this for me," I'm saying as I'm stepping out of the bathroom after cleaning up and brushing my teeth.

"So, you li…"I'm on him before he can ask. He's catching me in his arms. Of course I'm crying. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would find a love like this. I'm crashing my lips to his, winding arms and legs around him. It feels like forever since we've made love.

"It's been so long," I'm purring in his ear. When in actuality it's only been five days.

"Mmmm, I know, but don't you want a tour first?"

"Yeah, show me our bedroom."

Edward, catching on to my mood immediately, is capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. He's lifting me in his arms carrying me to our new four poster, king sized bed.

I'm pulling at his clothing desperately, but trying not to tear them because I don't want us to have to go back to the main house naked.

"Bella, sweetheart." He's stopping his current assault on my neck and is now looking me with hooded eyes.

"Sweet Girl, you just had a baby." I know this. My pregnancy is the only reason we didn't go after those fuckers in Volterra Italy the second we new they had my sister.

"Yeah, I know," I'm laughing, feeling stupidly giddy, laying here in the arms of the man I love. "It's great being a werewolf. I heal really fast. I mean I can't imagine having to keep my hands off you for six whole weeks."

That's all it takes for my husband to start ripping my shirt from my body. "Edward! I don't want to go back to the house naked, baby!"

"You won't." He tears my jeans off too. "Our closet is fully stocked."

With this happy news I'm celebrating by ripping off his jeans as well. In less than a second we're deliciously naked, rolling around kissing, laughing, touching, on our new bed.

"Oh…" he's on top of me now, sucking one of my tits into his mouth. "Don't tease me! I need you!" I'm crying out.

His gaze is locking with mine, I see something there behind the passionate fire, an unfulfilled longing, "Please don't rush this, Sweet Girl."

Every unspoken answer to every unspoken question is reflecting back to me from his eyes. All urgency is forgotten. I only want to sate his hearts desire. I'm irrevocably captured in the web of his love. His eyes are widening in recognition of the submission he must see in my expression. A small adoring smile, gentle and endearing to my heart, is playing on his lips. He's leaning down to kiss me softly. I'm moaning as his kisses deepen to something unbearably passionate. With our hips aligning, his cock sheathing deep inside me, we are becoming truly one for the first time. The sensation of harmonic balance, only the other half of ones soul can achieve, is here weaving through every fiber, every cell, binding us together. I'm finally grasping what he's been craving all along.

How long have you known about this?

He's smirking, even though his eyes are smoldering.

You don't know much about soul mates, do you?

I shake my head. "I heard that!" Edward? Are minds are linked too?

He smiles that sweet crooked smile that I love. I can tell you we're something much more than soul mates. You're the other half of me, Sweet Girl. Can you feel it?

He's right. We are linked in every conceivable way. We are melded together as one entity, body, heart, soul, and now mind.

What is this? I'm asking him, as the pleasure builds up, threatening to explode out of me. I'm feeling his every emotion, his love, his lust, his wonderment, as I'm sure he's feeling mine. There are no words.

This is everything. He's telling me as we fall apart in each others arms.

We're lying here, trembling, holding each other so tight. I think we're both in shock. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. All I know is that I never want to stop holding him.

He's kissing my temple. Our minds are still connected and I know he can still hear my thoughts because I can hear his. He's just as confused and amazed as I am. It's almost like an awkward pause. How do you put into words the feelings an experience like this invokes?

You don't. He's kissing my cheek, smiling at me as he rolls to his back tucking me under his arm along the way.

"I think we got a little sidetracked, Sweet Girl," he's murmuring against my hairline.

I'm giggling, because even though our whole world has been steadily going to shit since we met, he still makes me feel like I'm the luckiest woman alive. "I love you so much, Edward. Thank you for the house." I'm stretching up, kissing him, sparking the passion between us once more.

After a few minutes, he's breaking that kiss with a light laugh. "Your very welcome, my silly wife, and I love you too." He's planting one delicate kiss on my nose before he assaults my ribs with a deep throated chuckle. His wickedly fast fingers have me squirming and laughing under their touch.

"Edward!" My giggles are starting to hurt. I'm gasping for air.

Edward's pulling me on top of him. He pulls me down wanting me to rest my head against his heart.

"Now, stop distracting me. Your suppose to tell me about your reaction."

I'm kissing his chest over his heart. "First of all I never want you to think that I've ever felt forced by you. You've only ever been a good to me."

"I don't understand, Bella. I know you were a virgin. I felt your barrier."

"I was…" I'm sighing. This is harder than I thought it would be.

Bella.

I'm sorry. I'm just afraid.

You never have to be afraid of me. You can tell me anything.

I know, it's just you're going to be so upset.

Now you have to tell me.

Can we try something?

"Bella," he's speaking my name aloud in a warning tone.

"It's just that our minds are linked. I think it may be easier for me to show you."

Gently, he's setting us up, pulling my leg across his lap. I'm now straddling him. My eye's are widening as he cups my ass with both of his hands to pull me closer. I'm looking down between us, a smile it breaking out on my face.

Really, Sweet Girl, you have a one track mind.

"I'm sorry I was just thinking…." He's cutting me off with a kiss.

"I know what you're thinking," he's growling. "No more distractions."

I'm giggling. "Fair enough."

He's pulling me closer to him. I'm wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

He's groaning, because I can't resist a little wiggle. Bella…

We're going to try this. I'm warning him. He's growling again.

I know he means business now. He's grabbing my face, pressing his forehead against mine, our eyes are locked.

Show me

We are getting down to the wire and things are certainly heating up. What do you think of Edward's and Bella's connection? How do you think Edward will react to Bella's attack? I've planned out 22 chapters for this story so far but as things are revealing themselves to me, I'm starting to wonder if that will be enough. Questions and comments are always welcome. I answer everyone. Thank you for reading.