AN: So, I'm going to go ahead and tell you this right now so you won't have to wait until the end…there's no cliffhanger. I repeat: There is no cliffhanger. I know…I'm just a fucking cauldron full of awesome. :D I don't have much to say about this chapter. There's some lemony goodness because after Bella's breakdown, I think she deserves it, don't you? Yeah, I thought so. :D And you, the audience, deserve it too, just because you guys are soooo totally awesome!

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To recap:

I'm sitting on the couch when I hear the cruiser pull up. I put my book in my purse and wait for him to walk in through the back door like usual. He does so, calling out my name, "Bella?!"

I say nothing as he walks into the living room. He gives me his most confused expression. He motions to the kitchen, "Why isn't dinner ready?"

I shrug, "I got the cook's position down at the diner. I figure since cooking is going to be my job, you'll have to find other ways to feed yourself."

I stand and grab my purse and keys off the coffee table. I look up at my father, tears coming to my eyes. I wanted to do this with a brave face, but in the end, this still hurts.

"Also, you'll find that my room is pretty barren of my things. The Cullens have agreed to let me stay with them until I finish my senior year," Dad's face lost its color, "I'm moving out."

BPOV

I wait a beat for him to say something, anything, but he just stares at me like he's in some kind of trance. I pull my purse onto my shoulder and turn to the door, "I'm sorry," I whisper, "I didn't want this to happen, but I'm can't keep fighting with you like this. I know this is selfish of me…but I think it's time I start looking out for myself."

I take a deep breath and walk towards the door, but Dad calls my name, "B-Bella…"

I close my eyes tight, praying for the strength to get through this. I open my eyes, turn around, and am shocked to see tears falling from my father's eyes, "I…you…"

I shake my head quickly, "Don't. Don't try and fix this now. It's too broken. You care more about keeping Edward from being happy than you did about letting me be happy. Whatever he did when he was younger couldn't be bad enough for you to treat me like this," I fight back my tears and take a deep breath, "I'm sorry it came to this. I love you, Dad, no matter what, but I can't keep doing this."

I turn back towards the door only to stop once again when he calls out to me, "Bella, you can't live with the Cullens. You can't ask them to support you. Think about them. You'll be a burden."

I close my eyes, trying to hold back the flood of tears that fall from my eyes, but find that I did so in vain. I sigh dejectedly, "Is that what I am to you, a burden?" I ask with an eerily steady voice. I don't give him the chance to answer me, "You won't have to worry about what a burden your daughter is being. That's why I got a job. I don't plan on letting them take care of me. I don't plan to let anyone take care of me. This is my decision and my responsibility. I've thought this through. This is my plan."

This time as I walk to the door, I don't let him stop me, no matter how desperately he calls my name. I walk straight to my truck and get in. I feel my mind shut down and as I start the truck and pull out, I go into auto mode. I can't handle the break down right now, not yet, not alone.

I don't even remember the drive to the Cullens' house, but I find myself pulling into my usual spot. As soon as I cut off the engine, my door opens and I'm swooped up into Edward's arms. He pulls me tight against his body and I cling to him even tighter. The tears I'd been holding back flow freely as he shuts my door and takes me into the house.

I vaguely register the concerned voices of the rest of the Cullens as Edward proceeds to take me upstairs. He walks us into his room, slams the door shut behind us, and takes a seat on his leather couch, cradling me in his lap. I feel like I cry for hours, begging to know why this had to happen. Edward doesn't give me answers, but comforts me, holding me tight, rocking me gently, and kissing my cheeks and forehead. I only find peace once sleep takes me.

EPOV

When I get home after leaving Bella, I pace the floor of my room, racking my brain as to what ideas are rolling around in hers. I try and think of ways to fix this myself, but I can't keep my mind away from Bella. She looked so calm and serene, like everything is normal and I was just bringing her truck to her.

I don't even notice the time until Dad knocks on my door before opening it. He gives me a sympathetic smile, "She'll do what she needs to do, Edward. You shouldn't worry."

I sigh, "I just hate being out of the loop on this. I want to help her."

Dad nods thoughtfully, "Maybe she doesn't want your help? She might just want to do this on her own. If she needs you she'll ask for you, Edward. You just need to be there for her when she does so."

I run my hand through my hair, "You're right. You're always right…"

He chuckles softly, "Usually," he winks at me, "Calm down and come eat dinner. You'll see her later and she'll more than likely tell you everything. For now, you need to eat."

I nod, following my father down to dinner. It's difficult to keep up with their conversation since my mind keeps running through scenarios with Bella. After dinner, Emmett convinces me to play video games with him while I wait to return to Bella. He beats me at all the games, and I let him think he does so legitimately. It's in the middle of a rather large boss fight that Emmett and I are winning, when Bella sends me a text.

I drop the controller and rush to the front door, grabbing my keys and jacket as I go. Thankfully, when I get to her house, she tells me everything she's been conjuring in her mind. She tells me she wants me to ask my parents if she can stay there until the end of her senior year. She tells me she has a job and the means to provide for herself, but she just doesn't have the money to get an apartment. She wants me to tell them everything and anything to get them to agree to the idea.

She's asking me for help, just like Dad said she would. She'd ask me when she needed me and she needed me now. I couldn't, no…I wouldn't let her down. I refuse to do so. She needs to be safe and happy and I would help her attain that. Once her talk of moving out tapers off, I ask her about Florida. If I didn't have her lying in my arms, I would've thrown something. Her parents weren't fit to be parents. I make a vow to make sure our children never have to live through those kinds of things.

Once she starts dozing off, I take the moment to slip out. We say our goodbyes and I leave, all but skipping back to my car. Once I get in, I haul ass to my house. I rush inside to find my parents waiting on me. I frown at them, but my mother smiles knowingly.

I narrow my eyes at her, "You know, don't you?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. What am I supposed to know?"

I take a seat on the couch in front of them and proceed to beg, "I've never asked much from you guys and I know I don't have the right to ask you to do this, but…Bella wants to move out and – "

"Yes," they both say in unison.

I stare at them for a second, blinking, "Seriously? I mean you'll let her move in?"

Mom nods as Dad leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "We wouldn't deny Bella a place to stay. She's as much part of the family as you are. However, with that being said, the both of you are going to have to adhere to some rules."

I frown, readying my argument about how we should be treated no different that Rosalie and Emmett, but I hold my tongue. Bella's happiness is more important than where I get to sleep at night. Our situation is different from Em and Rose. Rosalie isn't under my parents care, where as Bella would be. It would be like allowing Jasper to spend the night with Alice.

I wipe the frown off my face and nod, "Whatever it is we'll do it. I won't promise that we won't slip up, but I'll do whatever it takes."

Mom smiles brightly, clutching the front of her shirt over her heart, "We know, dear. It's all we ask."

For the rest of the night, I prepare the guest room. I dust. I vacuum. I change the sheets on the bed and make sure the bathroom is stocked with everything she'd ever need. Then I double check everything to make sure it's perfect. Leaving her father like this is going to be a very emotional thing for her to go through, no doubt. I can't let her think for a second that it's a bad decision to leave her father.

* * *

I wake up with a start. I didn't get into bed until five this morning. I told myself to set my alarm clock for nine so I could wake up and tell Bella the good news, but like a dumbass, I forgot. I grimace at the clock when I see that it's almost noon. I get up and grab my phone calling Bella.

"Please tell me you have good news…"

I can hear the tension in her sweet voice, "The best, baby. Pack your bags, you're moving in."

Her squeal of excitement causes me to remove the phone from my ear, "What did they say? Are you sure their okay with it?"

"They said to get your fine little ass over here as soon as possible," I tell her as I stretch out in my bed.

She chuckles softly, "Are you in bed?"

"Yes, and I'm terribly lonely."

"Well, you're going to have to stay lonely, cowboy. I have to pack and I also have to tell my father…"

I wish I could reach through the phone as she trails off, "Baby…"

"No, it's going to be okay."

"You're right. It's going to be perfect. We've got some rules to abide by over here, but it's nothing compared to what we have now."

She sighs, "That's fine. At least your parents are okay with us being together."

I nod, "That's right. They are. You can do this, Bella. I have every faith in you that you can leave. Be selfish for once, and when you get here, I'll be here for you."

"Promise?"

"You shouldn't even have to ask me that, Bella. Of course I will. We're meant to be, baby."

I hear her sigh again, "You're right. We are. I didn't mean to – "

"It's okay," I say, cutting her off, "Just pack your bags, little girl, and come home to me."

She groans softly, "I will. Tell Jasper and Alice I'm going to need their help."

"Absolutely. I love you, Bella."

"Love you."

I hang up the phone once I hear her phone click off and proceed to get ready for the day. Around three-thirty, Alice gets a text from Bella telling her she's ready for them to come and get her things. For the next thirty minutes, I pace the living room. The entire house is empty and I have nothing to keep me busy. As soon as Alice and Jasper arrive home, the three of us take Bella's things up to her room where Alice and I proceed to unpack.

Alice finally gets upset with me when I continue to go behind her to make sure everything she handles is perfectly in place. She tosses a pair of Bella's jeans onto the bed, "What the hell, Edward?! When did you get OCD?"

I look up from the book shelf I'm straightening for the fourth time. Alice looks pissed while Jasper looks amused. I shrug, "I just want everything to be perfect for her, Twinkle Toes. She's walking the fuck out on her father. I don't want her to have to worry about a damn thing when she walks into this room. What in the hell is wrong with that?"

Alice rolls her eyes, "Maybe she doesn't want her books filed that way. Maybe she'd like her jeans in the drawer instead of hung in the closet. It could help her adjust if she put some of her own things away."

Jasper reaches up and wraps his arm around Alice's shoulders, "Alice, he's trying to help. Look at it from Edward's point of view. The love of his life is about to go through a rather life altering situation. He's just trying to make everything easier for her."

I nod, crossing my arms over my chest, "Thank you, Jasper."

He chuckles, "Not so fast, Edward. You need to listen to Alice as well. Bella is going to need to make this space is her own. Whereas you are helping, in the same sense, you aren't."

Alice and I look at Jasper as though he's grown another head. I narrow my eyes at him, "What the fuck, Jasper? Are you Buddha reincarnate or something?"

Jasper chuckles and shrugs, "I just know things."

I shake my head and turn back to the book shelf, taking the books from the shelf and stacking them on their sides for Bella to put up. Her clothes I would hang and her toiletries I would put away. I couldn't sit still. Call it what you want: OCD or ADD, I couldn't keep my anxiety at bay.

A little after five-thirty, I hear the roar of her ancient truck coming down the drive. Alice calls to me from downstairs. I take one last glance around her room, noting all the boxes were gone and the bags were on the top shelf of her closet. Some of her clothes were piled on her bed, but mostly everything was put away. I have no time for anything more since she's here.

I rush out the front door, ignoring the call of my parents. The second I am outside, I get a bad feeling. I rush to her truck door just as she kills the engine. The look on her face is void of emotion and I know she's running on auto pilot. I grab her up in my arms, slamming the truck door and hauling her inside. Tears spill down her cheeks and onto my shoulder as I open the front door. She clings to me even tighter when she hears everyone's worried voices.

I narrow my eyes at all of them, warning them to back the fuck off for a while and let her calm down. Alice looks like she wants to protest, but my mother's hand on her shoulder stops her. I quickly carry her to my room, stopping for a split second at her bedroom door before I realize she needs familiarity. I walk in, shutting the door with my foot before carrying her over to my couch. I sit down and hold her to me as she begins to wail.

For the next couple of hours, she cries and begs to know why this is happening. I have no answers for her. I feel like this is completely my fault. If someone would've told me when I was a young dumbass that my shenanigans would hinder the relationship between the love of my life and her father, I would quickly have stopped them. I would like to think that I would've…

The only things I can provide to her are kisses and rocking her gently. Finally, she ends up wearing herself out and cries herself to sleep. I hold her for a little while longer, making sure she doesn't wake up crying. I get up carefully from the couch and lay her on my bed. I remove her shoes and jeans before wrapping the blanket around her beautiful body. I fight back the urge to crawling in bed with her and curl up behind her, knowing she doesn't need that right now.

I kiss her forehead and walk out of my room, leaving the door cracked open just slightly. I turn to walk downstairs to give everyone a heads up, but Alice and my parents are walking up the stairs. The three of them stop and stare at me, all questioning me with their concerned expressions.

I sigh, "She cried herself to sleep," I tell them softly so I don't wake her up, "I tucked her in bed," I tell my parents. They both nod as Dad says, "It's okay if she stays there for a night or two, but by Monday night, I expect her in her own bed."

I nod, hardly paying attention to his words. Alice takes a step closer to the door. I quickly turn on her, "Not now, Alice. She's sleeping. Just leave her alone."

Alice narrows her eyes at me, but my step towards her causes her to back off, "Fine," grumbles as she turns and walks back down the stairs. Mom and Dad move closer to me. Mom takes my hands, "Edward, is she okay?"

I shrug, "She's really upset. She cried until she fell asleep. I think she just needed to get it out."

Mom nods, running her hand down the side of my face, "She'll be fine in the morning."

Dad grips my shoulder, "Make sure she gets something to eat when she wakes up."

I scoff, "I can take care of her health, Dad."

We smile at each other as Mom pinches my cheek, "We're going to bed, dear."

"Good night and…thanks. A lot."

They smile, nodding their heads before turning and walking back down the stairs hand in hand. I turn back to my room and decide that going to bed is a mighty fine idea. I walk into my closet and pull on a pair of pajama pants and strip off my shirt. I pull the sheets back and pick Bella up, kissing her forehead as she snuggles into my arms.

"Where are we going?"

"Nowhere," I whisper against her forehead, "I'm just getting you under the blankets."

She hums softly, pressing her lips to my neck as I lay her down on the opposite side of the bed. I get in behind her, molding my body to hers and holding her against me tightly. She pulls the arm she's laying on around her chest and shoulders, kissing my forearm, "Are we going to get in trouble?"

I take in a deep breath of her scent and breathe out slowly, "No. You have until Monday night to get in your bed."

She snuggles back against me, "Good."

I kiss her shoulder, "I love you, baby."

She chuckles softly, "I'm better, Edward. No need to worry anymore."

"Sure?"

She nods, "Promise. Love you."

She laces her fingers through mine against her stomach and sighs happily. I wait until I hear her soft snores before I allow myself to relax enough to finally fall asleep.

BPOV

For a split second, upon waking, I panic. Without opening my eyes, I know that my face is tucked against Edward's neck, my hands lying on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me snug. Edward being here is what panics me, but before I can jerk away from him to wake him up and get him out of my room, I remember that we're not in my room.

Everything from last night is a blur, but the one thing I remember crystal clear is Edward being there for me. I knew he would be. That was why I waited until I arrived at the Cullens' before breaking down. It was like he knew I needed him the second he opened my truck door. He tucked me in to bed and held me all night long after I passed out in his arms.

I kiss his neck gently, snuggling closer to him. I bite my lip when I feel his hard length press against my stomach.

Thank you, God, for giving men morning wood. It is your best invention yet. Amen.

I slide my hand down his chest and under the waistband of his pajama pants, smiling at how he's rocking commando. I gently wrap my fingers around him, running them up and down his length a couple of times. He groans softly against the top of my head and pulls me against him tighter. I continue pumping him, gathering what I could from the tip of his cock to help lubricate my hand. His hips start rocking back and forth, thrusting into my hand gently. I kiss his neck and the stubble of his jaw line. His hand fists in the back of my hair, pulling my head back and looking me in the eyes.

His green eyes burn down into mine before he crashes his lips to mine. I pump him faster, squeezing and twisting right where he likes it. His arm that's trapped underneath us holds me against him as his other hand travels down my back, stopping once he reaches my backside. He grips it hard, causing me to moan against his mouth. He runs his hand back up my body, diving under my shirt. His hand ghosts across my stomach, and without any preamble, he dives into my boyshorts and his fingers slide into my wet core. The shallow thrust of his fingers and the rhythm he's using against my clit with his thumb brings me close to the edge, and fast.

I speed up my rhythm against his cock, trying to match his thrusts to my pumps. He pulls out of the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine and letting his lips linger over my own, "Fuck, baby. So close."

"Me, too," I tell him in a whimper.

"Come on, little girl. Come for me… I won't until you do," he groans.

So close. I could feel it starting to build. My whole body began to tingle with pleasure. He pulls his forehead from mine and presses his lips to the spot behind my ear, licking and blowing against it. That does it. My hand stills, gripping his cock as my orgasm hits me. I fight with myself to keep from calling out. I vaguely feel his body tense and hear his deep grunt as he releases against his bare chest and my t-shirt.

We remove our hands from each other's pants and look at one another. He kisses me passionately, pulling me even closer to him. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss, kissing my cheeks, forehead, and nose, "You're so fucking perfect, do you know that?"

He releases his tight hold on me and I pull back enough to look at his face, "I think you might've told me that before."

He grins down at me, kissing me chastely, "I should start telling you every fucking day."

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. He rolls onto his back, running his hand through his hair. I sit up and look down at my shirt and his chest, laughing out as I see the mess he left, "Boys are so messy."

He sits up and wraps his arm around my hips, almost pulling me into his lap. His hand plunges back in between my legs, cupping me through my panties. He rests his forehead against mine, "You can get pretty messy too, little girl."

I cup his face between my hands, holding his head right where I want it as I devour his lips. Slowly, he pushes me down on the bed, maneuvering himself between my legs. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him down on top of me.

I push him away from the kiss, looking into his eyes, "You said the next time you had me here, you were going to take me."

His brow frowns slightly as his eyes stare at my lips, "I can't. Not now," he kisses me softly, looking me in my eyes, "Soon, baby, very soon," he tells me before he starts kissing at the bottom of my neck and working his way up slowly until he reaches my ear, "I don't want you to have to hold back your moans or those sexy little whimpers," he pulls back and looks me in my eyes, "I don't want us to have to worry with interruptions," he grins at me crookedly, "I want to be able to pamper you afterwards," I close my eyes, smiling at his words as I envision all of it happening.

His hips start rocking against me, "Is this what you're thinking about? How amazing it'll feel for us to be connected in the most amazing way? Because it's going to be amazing, Bella. Afterwards, I'm going to bathe you from head to toe, making sure that you know how much I adore you," his beautiful grin turns into a sly little smile, "and maybe if you're feeling okay, we could do it again, because I'll never get my fill of you, my Bella; never."

I move my hands from his shoulders into his unruly auburn mane, gripping two handfuls and pulling his lips to mine. I rock my hips so we crash together. He breaks away from my lips and kisses his way down my neck, stopping at the collar of my shirt. His hips stop and he looks up at him, "We need to stop, Bella. At the very least, I need to get out of this bed."

I groan in disagreement, but his finger against my lips silences me, "Bella, I'm serious. My control is waning, baby. I want to take you. You don't know how bad I want to do it, but like I said I can't do it now," he puts all his weight on one elbow, freeing his other hand so he can grip my hip as his eyes roam over my body, "but I won't make you wait much longer."

I nod, "Promise me."

He presses his lips to mine, "I swear to you that we can be together soon."

I sigh against his lips, "Thank you."

He chuckles softly, "I'm not doing you a favor, Bella."

He gets off me and the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed where he's standing. He bites his lip as he looks down at me, lying on the bed in front of him with my feet propped on the edge of the bed, spread open for him. He runs his hands town the inside of my thighs, gripping them roughly when he gets close to my center.

"Fuck, Bella…you're killing me," he groans.

I grab his hands and pull him down on top of me, "I don't mean, too."

He chuckles softly before he kisses me feverishly. He slides his arms underneath me and picks me up as he stands up straight, "Fuck," I mumble against his lips."

I bury my hands in his hair, kissing him back just as heatedly as he started kissing me. He pulls away, "What?"

I wrap my arms around his neck, arching my back so I crush my breasts against his chest and push my ass harder against his hands, "I love how you can just pick me up like that. I love how you can manhandle me."

He squeezes my ass roughly, causing me to moan against his lips, "Dammit, Bella…" he spins us around and pushes me against a wall, where he pins me with his body. His hands come up and cup my face, one thumb stroking my cheek while the other runs over my bottom lip, "Do you like it that I can grab you up and take what I want from you," he asks me in a low, dangerous voice that went straight to my core.

All I could do was nod, my head falling back against the wall as my senses went into overload. His lips were on my neck, working their way up to my ear, "Little girl, you are moving into uncharted waters."

I look into his eyes, watching as his control crumbles with every pass his eyes make over my face and chest, "And that's a bad thing," I ask with a wink.

He growls softly, closing his eyes, "Bella, you need to get out of here. Now."

I lean forward and press my lips to his, "Why?"

He moves away from the wall and sets me on my feet, "Because I don't want to do something I'll regret," he pauses, gripping my hips, "Please, baby," he whimpers.

I kiss him once more, "Okay. I'll leave… this time."

I move away from him and grab my jeans, slipping them on before turning back to him where he flopped down on the couch. His head is thrown back against the back of the couch and his hands are covering his face. I walk over to him and take his hands, holding them in my own. He looks at me and I smile down at him, "I'm sorry, but I want to say this."

He nods, giving me a cautious look. I take a seat on the arm of the couch, resting my feet in his lap, "I want our first time to be special, just like you want it to be," he nods, confused as to what I'm getting at, "but after that, I want to explore uncharted waters. I want us to talk about our sexual fantasies and fulfill those for each other. I want to experience everything with you."

He closes his eyes and nods. I bend down and kiss his cheek, "We can talk about this in more detail later. I don't want to push you any further, Edward."

I try to move away from him, but he grabs me and pulls me into his lap. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh as he pulls me against him. He presses his forehead to my cheek, "Bella…"

I move away from him, crawling out of his lap and kneeling between his thighs. I grab the waistband of his pajama pants and look into his eyes, asking him silently to raise his hips. He grips the arm and cushion of the couch, raising his hips up. I pull his pants off and down until their around his ankles. He slides down the couch, moving himself closer to me, begging for what he knows I'll give him.

His hands slip into my hair as I grip his cock in my hand, pulling my hair out my face and out of his view. I look up at him as I lick him from base to tip. He whimpers as I twirl my tongue around the head of his length, and he groans as I take him into my mouth, letting his head fall back against the couch. I set a slow rhythm, but his hips start thrusting slightly, asking for more. One of his hands falls from my hair and lands on my back, "Please, baby, faster."

I look up at him as I pick up my pace, "Fuck, you look so beautiful sucking my cock."

I move faster and hollow out my cheeks. His hand on my back fists my shirt as the hand in my hair pulls a little tighter at my tresses.

"So close," he mumbles, "Don't stop…"

I reach up with my free hand and massage his ball, quickening my pace more as they tighten in my hand. I close my jaw slightly, using my teeth as I come up. He tries to say my name, but all he gets out is the 'B' before he finally releases. I hate the taste of his semen, but I know it means a lot to a guy for you to swallow, and, for Edward, I'll do whatever it takes to make him happy.

I pull away, licking him clean before I'm suddenly jerked up and pulled into his lap. He wraps his arms around me tightly, making it slightly hard for me to breath. He buries his face in my neck, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he says over and over again.

He pulls away from my neck and crashes his lips against mine, sucking on my bottom lip hungrily. I knew he could taste himself on my lips and I had to know, "You don't mind tasting yourself on my lips?"

He pulls away only far enough to speak. His lips brush against mine as he says, "It's a unique taste, not my favorite. You taste so much better, but it's really where I'm tasting it at that I enjoy more," he kisses me for a few seconds before pulling away and looking at me, "What about you? You seem to enjoy kissing me after I go down on you."

I giggle, wondering how normal this is, "I love the way I taste and I especially like it when I taste it on your lips."

I feel his legs kick at something, but don't ponder too long since he throws me onto the couch, "That's so fucking hot, Bella."

His hands go for my jeans, but I stop him, "Edward, we can do this later," he looks at me confused, "The longer we stay up here fooling around, the more anxious the rest of your family is going to get until they see me. I don't need Alice coming up here interrupting us," I kiss the heart tattoo and then his lips, "You needed that, and I gave you what you needed."

His hand cups my pussy; pressing his fingers against my jeans and feeling my moisture soak through, "You need it too, Bella."

I smile, shaking my head, "I don't need it. However, I do want it, but you can give it to me later, okay? Let's get dressed and be good kids. I'm pretty sure your parents want to talk to me, to us."

He sighs sadly, but nods his head, "You're right."

I smile at him, kissing him chastely before I get off the couch, "I love you, Edward."

He smiles up at me, grabbing my hands and kissing their palms, "I love you, Bella."

I hurry to my room to grab a shower and a change of clothes before anyone sees the state of my shirt. When I walk into my room, I expect to see my boxes and bags piled up in the middle, but I'm shocked to see most of my things put away. The room smells fresh and clean and there isn't a speck of dust anywhere. It looks like I've been living in the room for years.

I bat my eyelashes, fighting my tears back as I move towards my bathroom. Everything is in place like it would be in my bathroom back home…back at my father's house since this is my home now. I can't fight the tears back this time. I smile brightly at everything, giggling softly at how much my friends…no, my family loves me. In that moment, I vow to do my best for the Cullens. I want to be the best daughter for Mrs. Esme and Mr. C, the best sister to Alice and Emmett, and the best girlfriend/fiancé/wife for Edward. These people mean so much to me and I plan to show them how much they mean to me.

I speed through a shower and getting dressed. As I'm buttoning my jeans, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. I finish the task of fastening the button before I walk over to the door and open it. On the other side, Edward is standing with a fresh flower from Mrs. Esme's garden: a beautiful red tulip. He has it held under his nose as if he's smelling it, but I know he's hiding his sly little smile. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, "Thank you for unpacking for me."

His arms snake around my waist, "You're welcome, little girl. I left you some things to do on your own as per the advice of Jasper; however, if you want my help, I'm here."

I kiss his chin, "I know. Thank you."

He brings the flower up and puts it behind my ear, "Fucking perfect…"

He turns around, crouching, "Get on. I'll take you down to the feast that Mom prepared for everyone."

"Mmm, I love your mother's cooking," I tell him as I get on his back.

He chuckles as he stands up, wrapping my legs around his waist, "Lucky for you, she cooks all the time."

I smile happily, kissing the back of his neck, "I am pretty lucky."

He presses his lips to my forearm before resting his cheek there, "That makes two of us."

We walk into the kitchen and I'm surprised to find everyone here. Usually Emmett and Rosalie are gone, Jasper doesn't make an appearance until the afternoon, and Carlisle is at work by this time, but all of them are here now. Edward sets me on my feet and pushes me to stand in front of him. Alice wastes no time nearly tackling me, hugging me fiercely, "I love you, Bella!"

I laugh softly, hugging her just as tightly, "I love you, too, Pixie Dust."

She pulls away and narrows her eyes at me, "I'll let that slide, but I will say that you're hanging around my brother too much!"

As soon as Alice releases me, Emmett picks me up in a big bear hug, "I love fresh meat!"

"Emmett," I hear Edward say warningly. Emmett just chuckles, "Get your panties out of bunch, Edwina. If I didn't pick on her, it would mean I didn't like her."

He sets me down and Rosalie steps in front of me, "I know we still have two weddings to go through before we're family, but I'd like to go ahead and think we are if you don't mind."

Her words bring happy tears to my eyes and all I can do is nod and whisper, "I'd like that," since I knew my voice would crack if I spoke any louder and Edward would be on red alert. She pulls me into a quick hug and steps out of the way.

Jasper smiles, "I'm proud of you, B. It's about time you thought about yourself first."

He gives me a quick hug as well. Then Mrs. Esme and Mr. C step up. Mrs. Esme takes my hands, "First and foremost, the whole missus and mister thing is stopping."

Mr. C nods, "From now on, its Carlisle and Esme…or you can still call me C, if you wish. It helps my street cred."

The whole kitchen laughs loudly at C's joke. I'll call him that to his face, but not in my head. Esme smiles brightly at me, "For now, we just want you to know that this is your home now. We'd like to talk more with you and Edward later," Emmett snickers and Esme cuts her eyes at him, "Privately."

I nod, "Of course."

Carlisle squeezes my shoulder, "Welcome to the family, Bella."

Esme and Carlisle hug me tight and I can't help but cry. Edward clears his throat, "Alright, alright, enough with making her cry. Can we please eat now?"

Just like that, the atmosphere in the kitchen shifts and it's like a normal morning in the Cullen house hold. Edward grabs my belt loop and pulls me back against him. He wraps his arms around me, pinning mine down. He kisses my cheek and whispers, "Are you okay?"

I rest my head against his, "Fucking perfect," I whisper back.

He chuckles softly, kissing me again before releasing me. He tells me to get us each a glass of milk while he fights off Emmett for me to fix me a plate. I grab us both a seat at the large dining room table, setting us side by side. Edward is the first to come out of the kitchen with two plates. I gasp at the amount of food he's gotten me, "Edward, I'll never be able to eat all of this! Are you trying to fatten me up?"

He chuckles, setting our plates down. He pulls out my chair for me and takes his seat after I take mine, "You could stand to gain a couple of pounds. Besides," he presses his lips against my ear, "this will all go to your hips and thighs, and I fucking love your hips and thighs."

I shiver at his words and voice, "You're going to get us in trouble," I say as I push him away from me. He laughs out loud.

"I could use a good spanking," he says in a low voice.

I bite my lip to suppress my grin as I wink at him. He winks back and turns to his food. Slowly, one by one the rest of my family files into the room, poking fun at each other and laughing heartily about it afterwards. I take the moment to cherish this, knowing that times like these will be few and far between until we're all done with college and starting our lives.

Everything in this moment is perfect, and though I had to leave my father in order to obtain this level of happiness, I know it is worth it. Part of me hopes that my leaving will spur him on to do the right thing, while the other part of me doesn't care. I wish that Dad could be a part of this with me, sitting at the head of the table with Esme and Carlisle, laughing at Emmett as he picks on Jasper, but I can't help but think that's just wishful thinking. Life is what it is, and this is my life now. I don't think I could be more happier.

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The End.

LMAO! No, not really, but it felt like that as I wrote that last sentence. Don't worry my lovelies, I promise this isn't the end. They still have to have sex. I can't put the two of them through all this and just let you guys think they had sex eventually. That would make me truly evil and I am not…well, I'm not truly evil to people I like.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next update might come a little later than normal since I'm trying to figure out things these two kids can do until I get to their first date. They've got about a week (story-time) before they get to it, but fret not, I won't take long. :D

Again, thanks for all of you that are reviewing and everyone that is reading. You guys are too awesome to describe. :D