Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait, but I was dealing with a family emergency and I wasn't home at all for the second half of break. I got this out as fast as I could, and sorry that it took so long, but what can you do? This chapter is ALL fluff, so enjoy! Thanks to my reviewers as always! And Nancy- you are the best beta ever! A special thanks to Melissa- you are sooo sweet!

All right, I think that there is only going to be about 4 or 5 more chapters- I might actually wrap this up sometime. You know the deal R and R.

Meg

Edward Pov:

I was daydreaming of Bella, when none other than my Bella interrupted me.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said breathlessly. "There was a ton of pictures again and then Bela had me work on the improvements to my bars and floor routines. Then I had to start working on my routine for the gala…." I just looked at her until she rambled herself into silence. She shook her head and tried again.

"Hi?"

"Hi," I answered. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lightly. "Do you want dinner?"

"Um," she wriggled loose from my embrace. "Well Jasper was coming over to see Alice, and I didn't get a chance to wash off all this chalk. Do you mind?" She gestured to her team USA warm up suit-clad body.

I laughed at her. "Yes, you can, but one question?"

"Hmm?"

"Who gave you sugar? You are practically bouncing off the walls."

She twirled happily. "I'm just happy," she sang, still spinning.

I caught hold of her shoulders to stop her, laughing at her antics. "Alright, go clean up and I'll handle the food."

She rose onto her toes and kissed me on the cheek before bouncing off to the bathroom in an adorable manner.

I walked into the tiny kitchenette of my suite. In my boredom I had decided to make dinner for Bella. It took a little planning, and bribing a bellboy to go shopping on his break, but in the end it all worked out. Sitting before me, I had all of the ingredients to make shrimp caprice. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook, and I hoped she liked shrimp.

"Hmm, something smells good!" Bella exclaimed about fifteen minutes later. I had just finished cooking the angel hair pasta and the sauce and was about to add the shrimp. "Ohhh, shrimp!"

I was happy that she liked shrimp but pretended to be mad. "You ruined my surprise for you." I struggled to keep a straight face.

"Oops, I am sorry. Do you need any help?"

The concern on her face was too cute; I could barely keep up my façade.

"No, I am fine, I am serving you dinner madam, and you are going to go and wait for me to serve you."

"Ok," she sighed, playing along. "I'll be waiting, it smells yummy!" She walked out of the room. Ten seconds later, she stuck her head back in. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Go!" I laughed.

Soon I had it all cooked and served up. I set the little breakfast bar on the wall of the kitchenette and went to go get Bella.

She was on the floor of the suite's living room, stretching. Her left leg was folded in a triangle toward her body, which was resting on her extended right leg. Her toes were pointed and I could see the muscles straining as she stretched them. Her upper body was leaning over her left leg and her arms were reaching far. She then extended her left leg until she was in a full spilt. Her arms reached farther to just touch the tips of her toes.

I stood there mesmerized for a little, watching her before realizing that I was standing there staring at her like an idiot.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to get her attention when she switched positions.

She was kneeling on her knees and had bent her whole body backward so that her hands were placed on either side of her feet and her body was parallel to the floor.

She noticed me standing there and I quickly shook off my thoughts.

"Dinner is served."

She stood up languidly. "Hmm, it smells good." She walked over to the breakfast counter. "It looks good," she noted, inspecting the food. "I don't know, should I keep poison control on speed dial just in case?"

I bristled at her implication. "Hey! I am a very good cook, at least when it comes to shrimp."

I took one look at her laughing face and realized she was just messing around. "Oh, ha! Very funny!"

She giggled before digging in. I began eating my own dinner before I quickly became distracted again.

I watched in amazement as she practically inhaled the shrimp and pasta. I had only seen her eat carefully to her diet and even then she ate like a bird, but not tonight.

"What?" She had caught me staring at her incredulously. "You would be eating like this too, if you had worked out all day and missed lunch," she stated defensively.

"No, its not that, I am just glad to see you actually eat something. You make me look like a pig all of the time."

"That's cause you are a pig with what you eat. I, on the other hand, am just hungry." She stuck her nose in the air in a good imitation of a haughty rich person.

"That's it!" I swooped her off her stool and into my arms as I ran to the balcony. She kicked and wriggled all in good fun as I pretended to throw her into the pool below. "One, two, three…" I swung her on three and let go for a second before catching her and gently lowering her to the ground.

I pulled her close, ignoring her now angry demeanor. "Oh, you are so going to get it," she huffed.

I placed my lips right next to her ear before whispering in a seductive tone, "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do to me?"

Her breathing hitched for a second, before the arrogant smirk on my face registered in her eyes. I knew how to distract her and I was using every bit of distraction I could.

She tilted her head to the side and bit her lip in the way I loved.

"Absolutely nothing," she smirked. "I am going to go sit in that room and do my stretches and not talk to you for the rest of the night and not kiss you for the rest of the night! That is what I am going to do to you, Mr. Cullen!"

She walked off into the suite, true to her word, and began stretching.

Idiot, I scolded myself. Hmm how to fix it though? She was going to purposely drive me nuts tonight.

I quickly thought through my options. If I gave in, she won, but if I make her give in, then I win. Then there is always the possibility I sit there alone all night, and she wins again. Hmm the odds are not in my favor.

I decided to apologize, and I brought reinforcements to help me out. The strawberry and cream that I had made for dessert should work quite well.

I walked back into the room and sat next to her on the couch where she had sat after she finished her tantalizing stretches. I sat close but not close enough to touch.

"I'm sorry," I said, offering up the dessert like a peace offering.

She sighed. "No, I am sorry. I am just really tired, and I was worrying about something, and I took it too far."

I looked at her curiously. "What were you worried about?" I stood up, as though to take on whatever was worrying her, and in that moment I would have.

"Us," she mumbled so quietly I almost didn't make it out.

"Us?"

"Yeah, I mean, this is so amazing, but what happens after the Olympics? I mean you live in Chicago, and I live in Philadelphia, so it's not like we are next-door neighbors or anything. And then there's the whole fact that neither of us ever have any spare time as it is, and I'm afraid we are going to grow apart."

I gazed at her in amazement. That was what she was worried about. "What made you think of all of this?" I questioned.

"Lauren was talking to me and it kind of came up."

I wrapped my arms around her small form and kissed her lightly on the forehead. At the same time I gently wiped away the single tear that was flowing on her creamy cheek.

I chuckled quietly. "You silly, silly girl. I Love you, and nothing is going to change that. Ever. The rest we will figure out. Look at the inscription on your ring."

I watched as she slid the Claddagh off her delicate finger and glanced at the inscription that she obviously hadn't noticed before.

To You,

Forever Together,

Love, Me

She mouthed the words and then threw herself into my arms. Our silly fight was forgotten and I fell asleep with an angel snuggled in my arms.

Sneak peek for sequel:- UNEDITED AND SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

Edward Pov:

It had been 18 hours, 50 minutes and 21 seconds since Bella and I goodbye.

I was sitting backstage on yet another talk show. It was insane, after the Olympics there was always a rush of publicity. It was the same after the last Olympics when I was the youngest swimmer on the American team, but after this Olympics and my quest for record-breaking golds, I was in greater demand for the talk show hosts. Bella was also in huge demand, being the all around gold medallist, not to mention her numerous other medals after only being an elite senior gymnast for a little more than a year.

I missed Bella and couldn't wait to see her. I hadn't seen her since I saw we both flew out of Heathrow airport.

With all of the stupid publicity things and then her tour of gymnastics superstars, it was going to be hard to find time to see each other. I watched the television screen that showed Bella on the ELLEN SHOW; I couldn't wait until I could see her.