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I closed the door behind me, music was still playing. In fact, the CD had looped back to the beginning again. I was feeling better than when I entered. That was for sure. It was for multiple reasons. One, we were talking again. Yeah, we were definitely talking again. Two, I think I found a way to help us both with our pain.

I just spent the last hour with one of the most amazing men I have ever met, with the exception of one. No sex, just a lot of kisses and talking. I'm okay with that for now. I get the feeling he is too but, who knows what this might lead to. Another but; he is married and married to my adopted mother. He was my adopted father. I don't really care.

With the door safely closed behind me, I shoot up the stairs to my room. I needed a reminder of Edward I have to know that he did exist.

I entered my room and danced to the stereo, spinning once. There is only one song I want to listen to right now: Clair de Lune. I will never be able to listen to Debussy the same way again, never. I rarely listen to him; actually I avoid him at all costs.

I plopped down onto the couch and lost myself. My fingers played along against my thighs. My bell chime voice started a counter-melody. I hit the top notes with grace and touched the low notes effortlessly.

Before Edward departed this world, he taught me a little about music. The rest I learned from Rosalie, of all people. We both have settled our differences. She was a wonderful teacher. I can now play piano.

By the second song, I was completely consumed. Every note became a heartbeat. My voice drifted along lightly. I heard Alice and Jasper come back home. I also heard Emmett arrive back from his solo hunting trip also. Esme started a wedding planning business so she wouldn't be home until later.

I heard the feather light footsteps coming up the stairs and I ignored them, hoping they would go away. Everybody knows to leave me alone when I have my music on. Emmett learned that one the hard way, meaning a shiny new scar on his ass. He was stupid enough to enter the room.

A knock thudded at the door. My growl was a warning to all that dared to enter. My ears detected the hand turning the handle and I sprang up. Naturally, I sank into a crouch, ready to pounce. The door cracked open and a face poked through.

"Don't attack, please," she pleaded with her hands up. I deepened my growl. She continued to work her way into the bedroom.

"Leave!" I snapped at her verbally. She continued her advance and sat her tiny little ass on my couch, MINE!

"We need to talk about something," she smiled at me. I straightened out of my crouch and walked over to leather couch to join her. There was no way I was going to win this battle so, I didn't even try to fight it. I knew what was coming. I hope she hasn't told anyone yet.

"I will be as quiet as possible. Nobody will hear Bella," she whispered trying to ease my nerves about this conversation.

"That helps a little bit," I huffed.

"I see you two aren't planning on stopping anytime soon so just tell me one thing; why Carlisle?" she asked me with a quizzical look. Her back was against the armrest facing me as I was sitting the same way.

"I don't know! I didn't think about what I was doing. You know we understand each other at a deep level. I don't know how far this is going to go, unlike you, and I hope it doesn't wreck our friendship. And, before you ask, as of right now I don't plan on breaking Esme and Carlisle up," I finished on the verge of hysterics, whisper-yelling.

I figured she sensed that because she scooted closer to me and put her hand on my knee. "I have seen how you guys handle this in the short term and I'm only going to tell you that I am happy that you two are coming out of this depression," she said, trying to cam me, "and if you don't settle down soon Jasper will be coming up here and neither one of us want that!"

I took a few deep breaths trying to take Alice's advice. It helped enough to get Alice to sit back on her side of the couch.

"Thank you Bella," she smiled and stood up. She saw my confusion and answered the silent question. "Carlisle will be up here in three minutes. I don't want to be here while he is in here," she giggled and exited my bedroom. If I could blush I would once again be bright red.

What am I going to do with myself for three minutes?

I started pacing around and decided I should do what I was doing before I was interrupted, listen to music. I glided over to the stereo to find it still on. Must have never turned it off. I settled back into my usual seat on the black couch. My hands resumed playing along to the track.

Right on cue I heard the footfalls I recognized as Carlisle's climbing the flight of stairs that led to my room. Great, here comes the nerves. Was he mad at me now that he thought about it? Was he upset with me for kissing back, for not stopping? Would he let this continue? God, I hope Alice can keep Jasper from snooping into the cause of all this stress.

Two gentle and confident knocked dragged me out of my mind. Was I ready for this? Now or never!

"Come in," I announced, still lounging.

He opened the door and walked inside. His posture showed his usual confidence and grace but, a subtle difference did show. He had a little more bounce in his step. He was happier. Wow Alice! He smiled at me and stalked over to me perched on the couch. "Do we need to talk about what happened earlier?" he started.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Do we?"

Just then I heard Alice's voice hollering up to me, "We are all leaving Bella! We will be back in about an hour. Esme will be home in approximately two hours, Carlisle! Bye guys!"

"Well, now we have some time," I smiled. I unfolded my legs and stretched them out across the couch.

"Indeed, we do," he leaned over my body and kissed me gently on the lips. I returned it quickly and soon we were both in a near ecstasy.

He pulled away and I whimpered. That made him chuckle.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked as casually as if we were discussing a baseball game. His eyes were once again a deep, smoldering, glittering gold.

I reached up to his shirt collar and pulled the golden haired beauty back to me. That was all the answer either of us needed. His hands slithered up my blouse.

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