I am posting this chapter a day early to clear some things up for some people. While I appreciate each and every review I get, I really do cherish them, I can't respond when asked a question if it is a guest review!

I will respond to any and all questions asked when you leave me a name or handle to respond to. This is the only time I will respond to a guest review in my story. The question asked was 'will there be cheating in this story?' and the answer is NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT. Edward and Tanya were broken up before he went after Bella. Whether it be just a few minutes after the break up or hours later or months later, they were broken up before he pursued Bella.

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Chapter 5

BPOV

Going through my nightly routine with Edward was a new experience, to say the least. He was so attentive and sweet it blew my mind. I had always thought of him as a clingy selfish asshole because wherever Tanya was he was always there with his hands on her in some way, but boy was I wrong and Alice was right. I was never going to live this one down if she had her way. I watched as Edward stood beside the bed eyeing my bed. I loved my bed. It was a huge king size floating bed with a huge purple padded headboard along with my girly blankets and pillows.

"Do you have enough pillows?" Edward asked as he stood there with his arms folded across his barely covered chest eyeing all the pillows on the bed. He was still in Jasper's pajama bottoms and my wife beater tank top.

I just laughed and started tossing them into the chair that sat in front of the windows I usually sat and read in. "It's not that many. Just toss them in the chair and I can put them back on in the morning when I make the bed." I told him as I grabbed a few more pillows.

He just laughed and shook his head. "What do you do with all of them normally?" He asked as we pulled the blankets back.

I shrugged. "Toss them all on your side or snuggle into them. Depends on what kind of day I've had." I told him honestly. My bedding was ultimately girly with a soft gray dominant color but it had little blue flower all over the bottom end and bottom corners along with the pillow cases that were bright teal and light gray with a bright teal bed skirt to hide my floating frame. I had roughly ten pillows on my bed that offered me the comfort I needed when I had a particularly bad day or was feeling lonely.

"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked once we had the covers pulled back and stood standing shoulder to shoulder looking at the huge empty bed waiting on us.

I nodded as I took a deep breath and climbed in the bed since we were standing on the opposite side I normally slept in. "It's fine, Edward." I told him as I slid my legs beneath my comforter once I was firmly on my side.

I felt the bed shift as I settled the comforter against my stomach as I leaned back against my normal pillow I used every night. "What kind of day have you had today?" He whispered against my shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss there.

I giggled as I reached over to turn off the lamp descending us into semi-darkness, the only illumination coming in from the windows and the moon. "It's been a normal day until I got coerced into coming to a football game by my Tinker of a sister. Then my whole world got turned upside down." I told him honestly as he settled on his side with his fingers traced lightly up and down my arm.

"In a good way or a bad way?" he asked quietly.

I sighed and turned on my side to face him, barely being able to make out his facial features in the darkness. I linked our hands together and rested them on the mattress between us. "I'm not 100 percent sure yet. So far, being with you has been wonderful and shocking and amazing but you said it was the same way with Tanya so…" I trailed off not knowing what else to say.

He sighed and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my back, kissing my forehead gently. "It was never like this with Tanya. Yes, in the beginning it was exciting, different, and fun but never completely comfortable with daily routines. Taking showers together without it all being about sex, brushing our teeth side by side, simply watching a movie because we both enjoy it, actually having dinner together and cleaning the kitchen up afterwards, all the little things that should come naturally to a couple."

I closed my eyes because his sweet and heartbreakingly honest words were almost too much and made him that much more desirable in my eyes. "Edward…" I hedged quietly but he cut me off by planting his lips against mine passionately.

I groaned and pushed him flat against my bed as I leaned over his chest with his hands gripping mine and pulling them above his head forcing me further on top of him to keep from breaking the kiss. I pull away momentarily to catch my breath. "Edward, I'm…" I started but got shy and buried my head in his chest.

He let go of my hands wrapping his arms around my back tugging me firmly against his chest. "Bella, it's okay, I don't want it to be all about sex with us. I told you earlier it could be tonight, six months, or even a year before we take that step."

I smiled and nodded before sealing my lips back against his. "Okay. I just don't want to be like Tanya is all. I've never had sex with anyone before and want to make sure it's with the right person when I do." I told him honestly when we broke apart again when the need for oxygen became too important to deny.

Edward rolled us over until he was settled between my legs with our arms linked together above my head as we tried to control our breathing. "You are going to be the death of me, Isabella." Edward groaned as he ground his hips into mine causing me to groan.

"I'm sorry, Edward, I didn't mean for this to get out of control." I told him as I panted for control over my body.

He groaned and rested his head against my shoulder as he flexed his hips involuntarily against mine causing us both to groan. "God." He said as if in agony. I thought I heard him mumble something that sounded like 'blue balls' but I wasn't sure.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked him as I stroked his back soothingly trying to calm him down.

He took a deep breath and rolled off of me to lay on his back beside me still panting. "I will be fine, I'm sorry." He grunted out quietly.

I laughed because if I didn't laugh I would end up crying over the situation. "We can snuggle if you can keep junior in check." I told him between giggles.

He laughed and snuggled into my side. "There is nothing junior about him, Isabella." He whispered into my ear quietly.

I laughed loudly and shoved him away from me. "Behave, Edward." I told him in a pretend stern voice.

He chuckled but snuggled into my back, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. "This is moving awfully fast for you, Bella. Are you okay with all of this?"

I shrugged. "I will admit that all of the attention from you is a little overwhelming but I'm sure I will get used to it. You know, Alice warned me that you were really sweet and romantic but I never could picture it." I admitted to him honestly.

"I had really good role models. My parents were so sickeningly in love it's not even funny. I used to think it was really gross but now that I look back I can't picture them acting any other way. In almost every picture I have of them together they are touching in some way."

"What happened to them?" I asked him quietly as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly back against his bare chest.

I felt more than heard him take a deep breath. "You know, I've never talked about this with anyone other than my therapist from Boston." He admitted quietly.

"You don't have to talk to me about it if it's too hard." I told him quietly.

He took another deep calming breath before beginning quietly. "They were hit by a drunk driver on their way to my piano recital that was being held at the Boston Opera House . According to what Carlisle and Esme found out and my therapist told me, they died instantly and didn't suffer at all. I was only thirteen years old when they died and Carlisle and Esme immediately stepped up and adopted me."

I rolled over in the bed to face him in the dark. Shadows danced across his face from the light off the moon that shined through the windows on the other side of the room. "That has to suck to lose your parents so tragically. I mean mine aren't around but they are at least still alive if I wanted to contact them I could. Do you still play the piano?" I asked quietly because I was intrigued about the mystery behind our school's star quarterback and I wanted to get off the tense subject of his parents' deaths.

He shook his head. "I haven't played since that night. I won first place at that piano recital and was called a child prodigy but it all meant nothing to me if my parents couldn't be there to celebrate with me. Dr. A and Esme both encourage me to play again but I just can't bring myself to do it."

I nodded. "How did you go from being a child prodigy piano playing teenager to a tough as nails romantic quarterback?"

He just chuckled. "Football is a good way to take a lot of pent up anger out legally. When Carlisle and Esme took me in I was so angry I would get into fights with kids at school just to be able to punch something. The day that Jazz came to live with us was the turning point in all of our lives, it was just about six months after my parents' deaths and adoption and I was still very angry at everybody. He wasn't there maybe three hours when he smarted off to me and I punched him and broke his nose."

I laughed and shook my head. "I know a little about his story but nothing about yours because I always told him it wasn't my business unless you wanted it to be. Is that why you guys moved from Boston to Chicago?"

He shook his head. "It's not the only reason. I was sent into intensive therapy for almost a year and a half to deal with my anger issues and Dr. A suggested me to find a way to take my anger out without getting into trouble at school or home. Esme instantly enrolled me into football and put a gym in our basement that contained a punching bag and a whole lot of other things I could use to work out my anger. When that didn't work Carlisle put in for a transfer to Chicago and we all packed up and moved, with him saying that maybe a change in scenery and people would do a lot of good."

I nodded and snuggled against his side as he rolled back onto his back. "How did you end up with Carlisle and Esme?" I asked as I trailed my fingertips over his chest and abs softly.

"Carlisle and my parents worked together, they were all surgeons. Carlisle is a general surgeon, my mom, her name is Elizabeth, was a pediatric surgeon, and my dad, Edward Senior, was a neurosurgeon. Esme often watched me when my parents would work late, she grew up with my mom and they were the best of friends. They were actually there at my recital the night my parents died." He explained softly.

I reached up and turned his face towards me and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "I know you don't want them but you are going to get them anyways. I am so sorry that you have had to deal with all of that but I think you have turned out incredible. And just so you know, any girl would have to be a fool to reject your sweet and romantic side." I told him with one more kiss before settling back down.

He just chuckled. "Thanks, baby." He whispered as he kissed the top of my head gently.

We laid there in silence for a while just listening to each other breathe when an idea popped into my head. "I know you said you haven't played the piano since the night your parents died but I think that is a tragedy and your parents wouldn't want that. Will you play for me someday?" I asked him quietly. I wasn't even sure he was awake but I said it anyways.

I immediately knew he was awake by the way he tensed up under my head and arm. "I don't know if I can."

I leaned up and laid my hand flat on his chest so I could look him in the eyes. "Try." Is all I said.

He nodded and tugged me back down to where I was. Nothing else was said and we did eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.