I totally trust my beta, SkogsEmmett, with this.

I haven't read it through since she did, so I do not know what's been changed.

Warning for Swedish expressions, and grammar.

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Decisions

Several minutes later, we lay on the couch where he had placed me as soon as my bra was off. By now we were both naked, two marble statues shivering in ecstasy. I followed the lines in his chest with my fingers, lost in my mind. He kissed my head and asked what the matter was, if I was sad.

"How can I be sad when I'm with you?" I whispered.

"Then what is it?"

"Am I going to have to start high school again?" My voice broke in fear and I had to swallow. He started to laugh, silently, so I wouldn't be hurt.

"Probably, yes. But it isn't that bad when it's with me, right?"

"I just got out if it last year." I murmured. "I thought that I at least would be able to go one semester in college before more high school." He fell silent.

"That is true. I guess some college wouldn't hurt. Maybe…"

"What?"

"Carlisle has never taught medicine. Maybe he would like that. Then we would have a much better reason to live by ourselves, and… hm." I liked that plan, but wasn't so eager to hear the rest of the confusing parts. "Let's go down and talk to him." But he didn't move a finger, maybe waiting for me to slide down from the couch first. After all, I was on the edge.

"Mhm." I mumbled, still tracking lines on his bare chest. "Maybe later." He chuckled, pulling me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

"I hope you know how much I hate to ask you to put some clothes on, but I'm afraid we both will have to. Our family isn't ready for that yet." I groaned, snuggling higher up under his chin.

"Mhm, later." I closed my eyes, and for the first time since last fall, I wanted to be able to sleep. To once again lay in Edwards arms without having anything to think about, since I would be unconscious. I don't really consider dreams thoughts, but all I would say would be true.

"What are you thinking?" The curiosity and frustrations over my blocked head shun trough his voice. I smiled, still with my eyes closed.

"I was wishing I was able to sleep." His body tensed.

"Why?" He asked, and the curiosity was gone, and replaced by, not pain, but sadness. I chuckled.

"So I could dream about you, silly."

"Why dream when you have me right here?"

"The real-world-Edward is trying to make me put on clothes. It not fair hiding that gorgeous body from anyone." His fingers ran down from my chin to my bellybutton.

"Whose body are we talking about?" I didn't answer, just suddenly got to my feet and picked up the clothes that lay on the floor. He looked at me with surprise and disappointment. Maybe he had hoped that I would follow my own advice in this matter, and stay naked. I gave him a sweet smile and threw him a kiss. He grinned and didn't mind catching it, just pulling his clothes on faster than ever and then claimed a real kiss instead.

It took me two seconds to get dress, and soon we were running hand in hand back to the Cullen house. It was mid-day; we hadn't been outside the house for all day. I looked to the sky, never even worried that I might hit a tree or fall or any other human thing. It was clear blue today, the weather was better than it had been for all year. But this was Forks, so I wasn't that surprised.

"I really hope we're making the right decision." I whispered to the sky, and to him.

"We are." He sounded sure of himself. But shot a glance at me. "Or I'm hoping that we are."

"Hello, Bella. Edward." Esme was the only one at home when we got there. She came walking down the steps when she heard us.

"Good morning, Esme." She raised one eyebrow at "good morning", but then she understood that our sense of time was off, and didn't mind. She was happy that we were happy, and that was enough. "We'll wait for Carlisle here, he isn't home." He said to me.

"How was your night, Bella?" Esme was as lovely as ever when she came and took my hand. Apparently she had been longing for company all day, because she pulled me to the couch and sat down beside me. "Has he been behaving?" She shot a glance at her son, who, as innocent as he was, turned to the piano. I suppressed a giggle.

"Of course he has, Esme. The night was very… pleasant." I was thankful for my none-flushable cheeks. Otherwise my face had been red as tomato by now. Edward started playing a bold piece on the instrument, chuckling over the keys. Esme looked from me to him and back again.

"Oh." She gasped, and smiled widely when she understood. "I understand." She winked at me, and once again I was thankful for my pale cheeks. I just wanted to disappear; it was a long time ago since I'd been that embarrassed.

"Where is Renesmee?" Edward wondered when he stopped playing.

"Oh, she's out with Rosalie, hunting." Esme purred when she heard Renesmees name.

"And the others?" Edward asked, hiding his worry about our daughter.

"Jasper and Emmett took the Jeep for a ride and Alice went to visit Charlie and Carlisle." I twitched.

"Charlie? Why?" I was the only one who wasn't allowed to visit my father during daytime, if someone in Forks saw me. So it left me missing him every day, even though he was only a few miles away.

"She had just seen something about a burglar in Forks, and was going to post an anonymous tip. Not talking to him, face to face, I mean. And, she was going to tell Carlisle that you two had to talk to him, that he should come home." I met Edwards gaze. Of course Alice had seen our decision and decided to help us.

Suddenly she stood in the middle of the room.

"Here we are." Carlisle stepped in with human-speed.

"You wanted to talk to me, Edward?" Had they ran all the way from Forks? Alice danced up and sat on my other side.

"Bella! I must say, I didn't think that about you!" She giggled and my confusion had no end.

"What are you talking about?" She looked at me with raised eyebrows, and giggled. She bent forward to my ear, and whispered.

"I saw what you two did last night, of course." How could every member of this godforsaken family know everything I did?

"Alice, must I ask you too not watch my wife!" Edward laughed as well, but seemed serious.

"I didn't mean for it, it just hopped right in. But, you can't say that you're not surprised as well!"

"Okay, thank you, Alice. Let's drop the subject, please." She shrugged, but still smiled viciously at me.

"Edward?" Carlisle walked over to the same chair he had been sitting in yesterday. Edward refocused immediately.

"Bella gave me an idea earlier today. What do you say about teaching medicine for a couple of years?" Carlisles eyebrows went up, and then he understood.

"Oh, I understand. Very smart, Edward. I guess that wouldn't be the same thing, but good enough."

"Since there aren't many people in the world who'd be able to teach the history of medicine as well as you, I figured you should do it. Even if only for two years."

"Yes, yes, you are completely right, as always, my son." He pressed his fingertips together, silently thinking over the list of for and against.

"I think we have done what we came for." He had bent over the back of the couch and was now leaning over my shoulder.

"What about Renesmee and Jacob?" Edward's hands froze on my waist, he was just about to lift me up and get back to the cottage when Carlisle spoke. They both looked at me, and I sighed.

"We talked about it, and Renesmee overheard us. So I guess the word is already out that both she and Jacob are coming along." Alice nodded.

"Yes, the only decision that was keeping us here is made. Rosalie and Renesmee are planning now." I ignored her.

"But Renesmee wants to live with Jacob, if he lives with us or by himself doesn't matter to her. That makes me worried, Carlisle. I'm going to have real problems living under the same roof as Jacob for a longer period of time, and I don't think I am the only one who won't live without Renesmee." I let my fingertips slide gently over Edward's arms that were still locked around me. Carlisle frowned deeply, buried in thoughts. But my husband was not patient enough today. So without a word, he lifted me over the couch and held me in his arms. As unconcerned as he always was around his family, he started kissing my neck. I didn't want to care, but I did. So I put one hand on his face, making him look at me. Please? Rejection burnt in his face, and I was back on my feet. He had disappeared up the stairs; I could hear him in his room. Shame burnt in my face, even though that wasn't like him. He wasn't the type that ran away. I looked over my shoulder to seek comfort, but none of them looked at me. None of them might even have noticed what just happen. They were completely still, the only change was that Carlisle sometimes sighed and Alice eyes were somewhere in the distance. I was still ashamed and wanted to apologize. With the speed of sound I ran through the house, not stopping before his door. My hand was lift to knock, put I knew he had already heard me. But my politeness was still intact; I knocked two times before entering.

"Edward? I'm sorry, I…" Out of the speakers our piece was played, Claire de Lune. And I fell silent, 'cause weave into the piece came my lullaby, which grew and took over the whole sound-image.

"Is this private enough for you?" He smiled from the stereo. I gasped.

"You just acted!" He chuckled.

"It worked." He shrugged. My eyes narrowed.

"You're a vicious creature."

"Well, my love." His arms were around me, my face hidden in his chest. "I am a vampire."

"So am I, but that doesn't make me mean."

"At least I have an excuse." He put a finger under my chin, forced my face up. "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" With that face, anyone would forgive him for anything. My time with him hadn't dulled my senses; I was as weak as ever for his beauty.

"Of course I forgive you." He bent forward to kiss me. "But don't try it again." I threatened and he smiled, gently pushing his lips against mine.

The worst part was saying good-bye to Charlie. Knowing that it might be years until next time we meet made it even harder sitting in the small kitchen with the yellow cupboards.

Charlie had taken the news of us moving with reason. He had just sighed and said that he was going to miss us. We hadn't told him why, where, when or how we were going. Just that we were. He didn't ask either.

"The less I know the better." He had said, before I stepped into the before-car.

"Will you talk to mom for me?" He frowned.

"Bells. You should talk to her. She'll think I've kidnapped you." Of course he was right. Renée would freak out, as always. And I felt bad for not letting her meet her only grandchild ever. I knew I should call her; I knew I should take a plane to Jacksonville or Phoenix or wherever she was and see her. I should take Edward and Renesmee with me and introduce them, not as boyfriend, or adoptive brother and niece, but as my family. My husband and daughter. But that was not going to happen. Not if I wanted to protect her from the knowledge of our world and with that, Volturi. Charlie had accepted everything, he hadn't asked one single question, and as long as he was happy with that, I was happy.

I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm just feeling bad. I haven't talked to her for weeks now, and… I don't know." He left it there; he wasn't going to force me to do anything. He hugged me tight, and then held me out in an arm's length.

"I love you, Bella, more than my life." This was hard for him to say; I could see that from the wrinkled forehead. "I want you to know that." If I could, I would have cried.

"I love you too, dad. Coming to live in Forks was the best decision I've ever made, thank you." I hugged him as tightly as I could without breaking his bones. He didn't even react to my cold, hard and strange skin or the different smell that came from my hair. That made me relax and understand that Charlie was the best father you could ever have.

"Do you love me as well, grandpa?" Renesmee had rolled her window down and bent out. Her angelic face and sad smile made me forget as soon as I became angry why I was, and the feeling disappeared.

"Of course I do, Nessie." This declaration didn't seem to be as hard for him. It was probably Renesmees talent for letting everyone in that made him feel comfortable with it. I smiled gently, feeling the sorrow over leaving him behind, alone, while he lent forward to kiss his grandchild good bye.

"Bye Nessie. Behave, listen to your mother, don't listen to your father —"

"Dad!"

" — and take care, princess." He patted her cheek, ignoring my reaction. She smiled weakly, eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry, grandpa. But I'll have to listen to dad if I want him to love me for the rest of my life. But I will do as you say." She kissed his cheek in return. "I'll miss you, grandpa. Say hi to Billy and grandma from me, okay?" He nodded, maybe too filled with tears to speak. I had never seen him like this. Renesmee really did something to people. He turned around to hug me again.

"Bye then, Bells. Call me anytime."

"Bye, Dad. I will truly miss you."

"I know, Isabella." He used my full name, still pressing me tight to his body. "I know." He held me on an arms-length. "I know that I haven't been the nicest person to Edward the last years, but I can see that he is the right person for you, Bella. After all. I wish you both all the best luck." I could only nod; this was too much for my weak mind.

"I will pass that on to dad for mom." Renesmee looked worried, and so did Charlie. My face must have been really upset.

"Thank you dear." He murmured, still eyes fixed on me. I had to pull myself together.

"Bye then, Dad. Now we really have to go, or Alice will be upset." I hurried around the car to get inside while I still had some control over my body.

"Bye, girls. Take care." I pressed the pedal to the floor, trying to get out of this painful scene as fast as possible.

Charlie stared after us until we turned around the corner, face twisted in pain and confusion. It was hard to keep up the speed and not turn back and never leave again.

"Renesmee, put on your seatbelt." I stammered between clammed-together teeth.

"Mom, I already got it on! You have to calm down, or I'll call dad!" The idea of letting Edward see me in this state made me freak out even more. I didn't doubt for one second that she would do it, I was well aware of the cell phone in her right pocket. She put one hand on mine, trying to calm me down. "Mom, please." Together with my mood, the car slowed down. "I can drive, if you want to." She offered with worried eyes, certainly not for her own safety, but for my sanity.

"Where did you learn to drive!?" Panic was now in my voice instead of pain. There was no way I would let my not-even-one-year-old-who-looks-like-she-is-ten drive a car! Not even this car, with missile-proof-glass and tank-proof-metal. She shrank back to her seat, almost pouting.

"Emmett is teaching me."

"Emmett is teaching you!" I gasped. "What does Rose say about that?" If I knew Rosalie right, she would have hanged Emmett as soon as she found out, and that wouldn't take long.

"She doesn't mind, she thinks I should learn. She borrowed me the M3 the other day." She sounded almost excited, but I was furious.

"And your father?" I breathed, once again my teeth clammed together.

"Oh." She didn't look up. "Well, he didn't like it at first, but is now also, kind of, teaching me." All the pressure I'd been under all day came to the surface in an attack of pure fury.

"He is what?!" She jumped even further back, away from me. She must've been sure I'd react like this but the sounds I made was too much for her to ignore. Growls and snarls ripped through my chest. I knew I was stupid to worry about her. She had a natural talent for everything, and if she crashed, she would be able to walk away as easily as any other of us.

But I was a mom. And I did not consider my daughter safe behind the wheel in an over-trimmed car. With or without her father.

Even so, I would never, even in my dizziest dreams, ever think that Edward would put our daughter in direct danger. It was unlike him.

Why hadn't he told me? Why hadn't anyone told me? Alice knew about this for sure. You would think your best friend would tell you about things like this.

I gritted my teeth hard, very eager to let them sink deeply into something. This was the first time I wanted to bite someone without being thirsty. My eagerness grew, and in the pursuit to kill I stepped down the pedal harder.

"Mommy." She winced, probably regretting that she'd said anything. I ignored her. A small voice in my head told me that I overreacted, that this wasn't as bad, and that it was the moving-tenseness that blew everything out of proportions. I ignored that too.

Soon we flew along the driveway to the house. The engine hadn't even become silent before I ran up the stairs and over the porch. The other door slammed shut behind me. Renesmee didn't seem to be in the same kind of hurry that I was in.

Esme and Jasper were the only ones in the living room. My eyes narrowed and my earstensed. No sounds came from the rest of the house. Either they weren't here, or they just sat still, holding their breath so it wouldn't give them away.

"Bella, dear." Esme started, but I held up one hand to silence her. My body started suddenly to relax. I shot the angriest glance I could at Jasper.

"That won't stop me from taking it out on them later." I whispered my voice soft and relaxed.

"Thanks, Jazz. I thought she was going to explode, for real." Alice danced in, and gave her love a kiss on the cheek. Fury wanted to build up inside me again, but Jasper held it back. But I still wanted to be mad, so my words were.

"Alice."

"I know, I'm sorry, Bella. I saw your reaction if they didn't say anything, and wanted to tell you, but he told me not to." She had the look of pain that would make me forgive her for anything, anytime. Except for this one.

"That would be the first time you listened to him." I hissed. "Where are they, anyway?" She and Jasper exchanged a look, as if it was safe to tell me this information. She nodded slightly, and he turned back to me and seemed to be concentrating on keeping me calm. A new wave crashed over me.

"Emmett and Rose are out in the garage and Edward is upstairs." A small gasp from the floors above gave him away before she had said the words. My eyes narrowed and I ran up the stairs.

"Don't break anything." Esme yelled after me.

"Oh, she won't." Alice added smugly. I didn't have time to think about what she might have seen.

I flung the door open. He was sitting on the floor in front of the enormous moving box with his music. Gingerly he put the last record from the shelves of the bookcase in the box. His movements were very slow; he was anxiously looking at me from the corner of his eye as he closed the box. My breath raced, I was almost gasping between my gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry." He said, sighing. "I know it was wrong to not tell you, but I knew you would react like this."

"No, not like this." I snapped, but then leaned back. "Or, maybe I would. But I wouldn't have thought of it as bad if you all had told me." He slowly turned his wonderful face towards me. I was gasping again, but not for the same reason as before. He looked devastated, the beauty even more painful in that expression. "Edward! What is it?" I ran forth, falling to my knees, grasping his face between my hands. He seemed to shrink several inches there, between my hands.

"There is no limit to how sorry I am. I really regret all this, and too have you going through this. I'm really, very sorry, love."

"Oh, don't be such a babe, babe." I murmured.

"That's not funny."

"Yes it is." I said, and kissed him. But he was hesitant in the respond.

"Bella, you must understand, I'm serious. If this is too hard for you, we could stay. There is no reason for us all too move. We three could live in the cottage. I'll do whatever you like, as long as you're happy." I backed away a few inches, just so I could get a better look at him. He was telling me that he was willing to tear his family apart so I wouldn't have to do the same with my father. Now less then ever could I understand how he could be meant for me. There were no limitations for his self-sacrifice. He was extraordinary.

"No, Edward, this is what I want to do." I did my best to encourage him, but it seemed like nothing could pull him up from his bad mood.

"I don't believe that. I know you Bella. You would do anything in your power to make everybody else happy, but are never looking to your own happiness." He grabbed my wrists and pulled them down in my lap. His eyes had turned hard, heralding.

"I know that is the impression you have of me. But you should know by now that wherever you are is my happy place. On that point I'm certainly sure, as you should be." He frowned; like that fact was impossible and stupid. I rolled my eyes. "Please, Edward. Stop doing that. How many times do I have to tell you this? It is starting to get a bit frustrating." I used, on purpose, one of his most frequently used words. His eyes narrowed, he had noticed it. When did he go from sad to angry?

"I have always thought that you are too good for me, and I can't really grasp that you wanting me is possible." I started giggling.

"Are you aware of the fact that I have been in love and loving you for two years and four months now?"

"Yes, but —" I stopped him with a kiss.

"No buts." I whispered. "I don't regret deciding to move, I don't regret anything when it comes to you. And the actual reason to this maddening conversation is not our, very obvious, feelings for each other, but the safety and health of our daughter."

"Oh that." He frowned, as if he remembered just now. "As I said, I should have told you."

"Yes you should." I drew a hand through his hair, caressing his face and neck.
"So I'm forgiven?" He asked quietly, looking at me up through his eyelashes, in a way that would make me surrender.

I groaned. "Anyone who puts on that kind of face will be forgiven immediately." I kissed him again, and he kissed me back.

"Do you know how easy it is to love you?" He whispered in my ear, while pressing me tight to his chest. I didn't feel like answering, so we fell quiet.

"We got to go now. Bella, Edward, please come down." Carlisle was back, and he called for us through the house. Edward looked at me; eyes melted gold, and put me gently over his shoulder, taking the box under the other. Before I could object we were already downstairs, and he put me down.

My family were gathered there.

Rosalie and Emmett, just inside the door, probably just stepped over the threshold from the garage.

Carlisle and Esme, checking to see that everything was packed.

Jasper and Alice, who both smiled, he relieved and she tired, she probably knew everything that would happen on the way, and when you do, the whole excitement over the trip goes away.

Jacob had Renesmee sitting on his back, her hands on his face. It reminded me of the first time Edward ran with me, and a warm feeling spread inside my body. I squeezed my husband's hand, slightly nudging his shoulder. He smiled at me, getting my hint.

"Everything is packed. Let's go." Rosalie tapped her foot impatiently against the floor. Emmett grinned crookedly, he was as eager to get away as her.

"Are we taking all the cars? Are we enough people to drive them all in one turn?" Jacob frowned and looked out the window, as if he was expected a team of drivers that would drive all the expansive and fancy cars across the country.

"Of course, dog. We all have to drive one each."

"No, it doesn't work. There are too many cars." Edward hissed and started smiling. "A family of 10 members owns more cars then they can drive. That is fairly funny, imagine what people like Al Gore would say about that. Even with Renesmee driving, there is still Bella's motorcycle." He was the only one who thought that was funny in anyway. Renesmee lit up when he mentioned her driving, but I broke down that hope in one look. She pouted and leaned her cheek against Jacobs shoulder. "But, if we are all taking one car each with us, Bella and I can get back here later and get the last one."

"Why don't we just stuff the bikes in the trunk?" Jacob snorted.

"It's called moving-boxes."

"Be nice, Rose." Esme spoke for the first time. "I think that we should do as Edward say, the cars are our smallest problem right now." She sighed and looked at Carlisle.

"Esme is right; you should all take your cars, and let me handle the other problems." Edward gasped and looked at his father.
"Are you sure?" Then he looked on Alice. "Are you sure?"

"Is that an insult?" She snorted, blinking in my directions. This would drive anyone more sane person crazy, but it was an already accepted truth that I was crazy. But not in the psych-home-style, though.

Jasper cleared his throat. "Should we get going then?"

"Of course, let's go."

"I'm going with Jacob in the Rabbit." Renesmee said to me when I reached out my hand. I didn't have any good reason to object, but it didn't keep my eyes from narrowing at Jacob.

"As long as Jacob doesn't let you drive, you can go with him."

"Thank you."

Car-engines started to roar everywhere around me, and I hurried out to my Ferrari. Edward strolled past me, kissed my cheek.

"See you later."

"Don't drive too fast." He rolled his eyes, but smiled gently at me while gliding into the Aston Martin.

Something you all should know.

Volvo is the most driven car in Sweden. Everybody owns them, they're everywhere!

So, I must say, personally I got a little disappointed when Edward-divine got to drive one.

But then I heard about the Aston Martin, and everything was forgiven.

That's why he is not driving the Volvo at the end, Aston Martin's are my dirty little secrets.

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