Agh, I am deeply sorry for taking so long to post this up!! I haven't been home in like three weeks and my aunt doesn't have a computer, so I haven't been able to type it out. Anyway, it's been done for like a week or so, but you're barely getting it. Again, sorry; and there may be mistakes, since I decided against sending it to my beta.(Sorry blissy) The sooner I can give it to you, the less suicide threats sent to my email. (PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!!)

Please enjoy, and, to win back your love, I will try very hard to get chapter 12 up later on today. TRY.

All characters and original story belong to Stephenie Meyer.

AND DON'T FORGET TO R&R!!!!

-L-

Bella

I was in my room again, wrapped in a blanket and sitting in the old rocking chair. Though there is no longer the fear of sickness, Edward insisted that I keep to the basics. My hair is still dripping, though I can't tell the difference between the cold of the water or of my own flesh against me.

Edward was rummaging through my boxes of family stuff that I'd taken with e when I 'died.' I'd taken all that I could when I found out that my mom's stuff was going to be sold or auctioned off. Some stuff in there belonged to Phil as well, which is why Edward was currently in his position. Technically though, he had no reason to be. His upper torso is practically being eaten by the boxes as he digs deep for something comfortable. He was searching for something to change into, his clothes as soaked as mine were. But, of course, I was forced to change into something dry as well. I was in a green John Deere shirt and plain white button shorts.

I had attempted to get him to go home and change into something of his own, but he infinitely refused to leave my side for even the few seconds it would have taken for him to go to and fro.

"You know, I could just go with you." I offered, again. He smiled and shook his head in a scolding manner.

"Dearest Bella," he says smoothly, gliding his way toward me. I feel the need to pull myself closer to him at the sight; like as if he were the bait and I the fish.

He stood in front of me, placing his two hands firmly cradled over my temples. He placed his lips to my forehead briefly, my eyes closing in rapture. In a century, I had never felt as complete as I was beginning to now.

"Bella, I don't want to separate myself from you ever again." He said for the hundredth time since we'd been outside. I must admit, I found it hard to believe those words, after he had left me even once. Still, I wouldn't tell him that. It was hard enough to see his expression become twisted in endless anguish when he asked about the past years. He still seemed to have the pain in his eyes, I'm guessing from his outburst over Laurent's torturing companionship during my change. I didn't want to give details on that, but he insisted, his smoldering eyes leaving me no choice.

I waited for him to continue.

"But I'm not so willing to share you with Alice and Esme just yet." He added. I rolled my eyes; trying very hard not to show how giddy his words made me. After this, he retreated back to jump into the sea of garments and items that have long remained at my side.

He lifted himself up triumphantly as he came out of a box with something dark green under his arm, heading for the door already. He then lifted his eyebrows and turned his face to me with a smirk.

"Are you certain you don't wish for me to change here?" he asked, faking innocence oh so very well. I flung a pillow at him, knowing he would be gone by the time it would hit the door. Had I been human, I would be redder than any shade in existence. I would call it 'tantalize' for sure. I could hear the roar of laughter as he then dashed for the bathroom. All the while, an image of Edward's exposed chest sent chills down my spine.

"You just had to insist, didn't you?" he called. He came back shortly after in a pair of pine green satin pajamas that mom had given Phil for his birthday the year I left.

They're actually not that big for him, but that's to be expected with how tall and muscular he is. He may not be as big as Emmett, but he's big enough to come off even more unjustly handsome in the new attire. His apparel still caught me off guard. It was simply astounding how he can look that good, even in something that isn't his size. He smiles wryly, as if he knows what he's doing to me, though I know he can't possibly be in my mind. He still can't go in. Even when I let my guard down.

I turned away and hid my face with the blanket.

He approached me slowly, humming the song he'd composed for me so long ago. My face shot out from under my cover in sweet recognition. Instantly, his lips were on mine. It seemed that after our lips touched outside, he couldn't seem to stop. I wasn't about to complain, but there is something I must confess. I was slightly worried (well, a little ecstatic, too) that now there was nothing stopping him from letting a tender kiss escalate into something much more. My mortality was no longer an issue.

I continued to think on this for no more than another second, since his scent was even more intoxicating now that he didn't hold back. I could feel myself going limp, giving in to whatever he wished. I was his mannequin for the rest of eternity.

To my disappointment- or relief- he stopped it there. He lay me down on the bed, climbing his way next to me. I lay with my back to the bed, my eyes closed, trying to calm the ache he left in me after that single taste. I opened one eye to see what he was doing, to find him lying on his side, watching me like a hawk with those beautiful golden eyes. I arched an eyebrow, inquiringly. He made a quick look to the window and smiled. I was about to turn and see for myself when he caught me.

He placed his lips to my forehead. "Don't move." He sang. I looked up at him, only to find my eyes blindfolded almost instantly.

I tried to scream, but I was so shocked that the sound wouldn't form in my throat. I could feel that even if they had, the scream would be muffled by broad, strong hands. I could easily tell that they belonged to none other than Emmett.

Right then I realized just how much I missed everyone. I could almost taste the tears of joy that wanted to run freely. My mind was no longer surprised, but full of everlasting bliss. I could hear the dancing footsteps of Alice entering the room as well. I began to wonder what exactly they were going to do to me.

"Are you ready?" Alice asked. I heard Edward's velvet voice laugh a little. A low growl began to form itself from the pit of my stomach. He knows I don't like surprises…

"Yeah, she's all set. I'll just quickly gather her things, is all." He replies. I feel his cool touch at the base of my throat as he continues. My anger faded away simultaneously, his touch easing me ever so slowly.

"I'll be with you shortly." He hums in my ear.

'I know.' I think, my mind suddenly at ease at the sound of his voice so near. But where will we be?