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Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 15

BPOV:

I was in a daze for most of the ride home, thinking about what I was going to say to Charlie. On one hand I was terrified at what I was about to do, but on the other hand, I was relieved by the fact that I wasn't going to have to hide behind the lie anymore. Regardless of how it ended, the truth was going to be out in the open and I would finally be able to live my life the way I wanted...with Edward.

But still there was a part of me, and I didn't know how big that part was, that was scared to death of my feelings for Edward. Everything was happening so fast. It was all so green and new and I wanted so much to believe that what we were feeling was real. But, how could I know for sure. I couldn't. All I could do was live for the moment and enjoy my time with him. It was better than the alternative, which was living without him.

I shook the last thought out of my head as I pulled into the empty driveway, my old truck squealing to a stop.

The rain was coming down in sheets and as I looked for something to throw over my head, I spotted a stack of newspapers shoved behind my seat. Most were old, crumpled and rain-worn from sitting in the driveway for days on end, waiting to be picked up, only to be ran over by Charlie's cruiser. The Forks' Times was a small, four page communication full of advertisements and shallow news, never breaking through the surface of light journalism. But in its defense, not much happened here, besides the occasional animal attack or illegal green house bust...pot being the prominent crop. The town took comfort in knowing that no news was good news and the local paper happily delivered the comfort it craved.

I looked out the window, appraising the distance to the porch so that I could safely guesstimate the speed at which I would have to run to avoid getting completely drenched. With my ninja-like stealth... Yeah right... I held the newspaper over my head and took my chance, darting out of the truck as if it was on fire.

As expected, the drops felt like ice pelting my face, as I reached the porch... completely drenched. So much for my guesstimation.

Freezing from the icy wind and rain, I ran through the front door, not realizing that it was unlocked. Once inside, I dropped my bag by the door and my keys on the hall table. That's when I felt the first pangs of fear. The house key was sticking out from the rest, like a beacon, a warning of sorts. Noticing the unused key, my eyes shot to the door, an image flashing through my head of me turning the lock this morning just before I ran into Edward. How could it be unlocked now?

Trying to push my panic aside, I yelled with a questioning tone, "Charlie?"

No answer.

"Daaaad?"

I racked my brain, trying to think of a rational explanation as to why the door would be unlocked. I quickly dismissed the idea of Charlie being home since his cruiser wasn't in the drive. 'Maybe he came home earlier and had to leave in a hurry.' I thought, as I picked up the phone to call him. It wouldn't be the first time.

I held the receiver to my ear, listening to the reverberating rings while I continued to think of other possibilities. Maybe I just thought I locked it this morning, maybe I was so upset about seeing Edward that I simply forgot. It was definitely out of character, but it was a thought, and one that wasn't as terrifying as the other theories that ran rampant through my mind.

Just as I was about to hang up I heard Charlie's voice, deep and edgy, still angry about last night.

"Yeah."

"Dad? It's Bella."

"Yeah?" he questioned, acting childish and insolent.

I ignored his tone and asked, "Did you come home earlier?", closing my eyes, hoping that he would say yes. 'Say yes, say yes, say yes.' I chanted in my head, praying that my first thought was correct.

"No. Why?"

"Ummm, nothing, never mind." I said, looking around the kitchen, and peering my head into the living room. Did I just hear something?

"Bella, what's going on? Why do you ask?" He urged, losing the edge in his voice.

"Nothing. Well... not nothing, but... I don't know, the door was unlocked this afternoon when I got home and I was hoping that it was you, but I guess it was me. I must've walked out in a rush and forgot to turn the lock. Sorry to bother you." I answered, regretting the phone call.

His concern didn't go unnoticed when he asked, "Do you want me to send someone to check out the house?

Sure, now he was going to show some concern. Now he was going to ask what I wanted. Why couldn't he have asked that last night before acting like a maniac. Something about his sincerity hit me the wrong way and I felt an immediate rush of anger towards him as I gave him a short, sharp, "No."

Hearing the change in my tone, Charlie sighed, "Bella, about last night...."

I couldn't listen to it, didn't want to hear his apology, not until I had said all that I wanted to say. Then, and only then, could he apologize and expect a somewhat civil response.

Suddenly my fear evaporated, heated by my anger at the events of the night before, as I candidly stated, "Before you say anything else, we need to talk... about Jacob. You're not going to like what I have to say, but regardless, you need to hear it. I'll see you at dinner." and with that, I hung up the phone and stared at it wondering where the hell I had gotten all this confidence from. Yesterday, I wouldn't have done that, but now...I guess I finally recognized what all I had to lose.

Proudly, I marched upstairs with my book bag on my shoulders, enjoying this new confidence to its fullest. It had been a long time since I felt this sure of myself and I wore it well.

As I topped the staircase, I turned to the left and entered my room. On the far wall hung an oval mirror that had been there since I was five and mom & dad were still happily married. It was my grandmothers and I could still remember looking in it with her at my side, pointing out our similarities. We had the same eyes, though hers were slightly darker, dulled by age and I couldn't help but wonder, at the time, what all they had seen in their many years. I loved that mirror.

I threw my bag on the bed and looked up. What I saw in the oval reflection caused me to stumble backwards and gasp for air. There stood Jacob, blocking the doorway and my only possible way of escape.

"Hello, Bella." He said, trying to sound calm, with the waver in his voice revealing his unbalance.

"W..What are you doing here, Jacob?"

He lifted his finger to his mouth and let out a long, low "Ssshhhh", before closing the door behind him and locking it.

The 'click' of the lock made my stomach turn, more so than the dark look in his eyes. How the hell was I going to get out of this?

When he turned back around, his eyes had become even darker than they were before, with a red edge around them. He looked tired and out of control, hands shaking at his sides.

"Am I not good enough for you?" He asked with an odd amusement.

"What are you talking about Jacob?" I knew I had to keep him talking. I couldn't let him think he had the upper hand or give him time to make a move.

"What am I talking about!? Bella, you know you're mine, but you keep fighting me. Why do you do that?" He asked, walking closer to me.

"Jacob, stay where you are. Don't come any closer. I've got a gun right under my bed and I can reach it faster than you can reach me. So stay back."

I hated risking the lie, but what else could I do? I had no other options, I was grabbing at straws, hoping that it would scare him off.

His eyes narrowed at me as he tilted his head to the side, obviously questioning my lie.

"I don't believe you." he stated simply.

He slowly moved one foot forward, causing me to stumble back a step. This was my undoing. His smile grew as he looked up at me through his long lashes and with one swift move he had me on the bed with his hand grasped around my neck. He quickly leaned down and peered under the bed, laughing as he raised up.

He pulled me close to his face by my throat and shook his head slowly. "You never were a good liar." Then threw me back against the bed.

"Charlie will be home any minute. Didn't you hear me on the phone with him? He said he was on his way to check out the house. You better leave." I panicked, not moving from the bed. Lie number two... maybe he'll believe this one.

He said nothing, but casually laid down beside me, propping his head on his hand. He must have seen through it, because he slowly reached out his hand and began rubbing small circles on my stomach.

I didn't move.

"Now, you and I both know that Charlie loves me, probably more than he loves you, and wants to see us together. Don't you want to make daddy happy?" He said moving to my breasts rubbing them roughly with the palm of his hand, humming his enjoyment.

A tear escaped my eye and as it ran down my cheek, Jacob leaned over to lick it away, humming as he his tongue met my skin.

A whimper fell from my mouth which only urged him forward.

"Give yourself to me." he whispered in my ear. "I'll get what I want in the end, Bella."

His hand slid to my waist and pulled me to him, his mouth descended to my neck as he chuckled, "As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off."

'Oh God, please somebody, help me.', I prayed as he moved between my legs, hovering his weight above me. It was funny, in all the months that we had been going out, he had never been this gentle with me. But he had never been this comfortable in his insanity, either.

A strangled sob left my throat when he pressed his straining weapon against me. It was hard, pressing into my core, painfully announcing itself. There he was, the eager Jacob I knew so well.

Just as I thought all hope was gone, I heard Charlie's voice downstairs.

"Bella? Where are you?"

Jacob's hand immediately went to my mouth, covering it, as he warned, "Don't say a fucking word, or you're dead.", before standing to his feet and composing himself.

I sat up, tears streaming down my face, watching the door, wanting to scream for Charlie...but knew better.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs, then a jiggle of my doorknob.

"Bella, are you in there?"

I looked over at Jacob, who held his finger to his mouth, threatening with his set jaw and hard face.

I lowered my head and closed my eyes tight. 'You have no choice.', I tried to convince myself, as I took a deep breath and yelled, "Daddy!"

The next thing I knew, the door was forced open and Charlie was in the room taking in the sight of my terrified state and Jacob's nervous stance.

"Charlie, I..." Jacob started, but was hushed by Charlie's hand pressing him against the wall, as he asked me, "Bella, what's going on. Are you alright?" Never taking his eyes off of him.

All I could do is shake my head and look down at the floor, not being able to look at them. I could only imagine Jacob's twisted face at seeing my betrayal.

Charlie grabbed him by his shirt and forced him out of my room, reminding me of the scene last night... though this one was justified.

I could hear Jacob's venomous voice as he was ushered down the stairs and out the door. "Charlie, come on! It wasn't me, it was your fucking whore of a daughter."

That was the first time I heard Charlie respond to him, yelling, "Get the fuck out of my house and don't you ever come back... And don't worry, Billie will know exactly what went on over here. Do you understand me?" Then the door slammed closed.

I sat still, in my place on the bed, not being able to trust the stability of my legs. I was shaking and trying to catch my breath when Charlie reentered my room.

His face was red, and looked as though he had been crying. I wondered what had took him so long to come back upstairs. He made his way to me, sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing my arms and turning my body gently to face him.

"You tried to tell me, didn't you?" He searched my eyes for an answer, letting go of me when I opened my mouth to speak.

"You didn't want to hear it." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"No, Bella, I was an idiot. I didn't want to think that he could do anything to hurt you, but regardless, he did. Didn't he?"

Looking me over, he asked, "Has he.... Did he...?"

"No.. he didn't." I couldn't say the word.... 'rape'. I had been too close to it's ugliness and didn't want to hear it hanging in the air.

Charlie wrapped his arms around me and sighed into my hair, "My baby girl, I am so sorry for being so blind that I didn't see what was going on right in front of my face."

That's when I lost it and everything, every detail, came flooding out of my mouth, like a dam, breaking under the pressure. I told him about the meadow, the lie, Edward...everything, holding nothing back. It felt as though a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders the moment I purged myself of all that had been hiding inside me and I was finally able to look Charlie in the eyes. It had been a long time since I was able to do that with a clear conscience, and I was surprised to find how much I had missed it.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I should have made you listen, but I get my stubbornness honest." I said and smiled slightly at my realization. Charlie and I was more alike than I thought.

He held my hands in his and looked down at them hiding his eyes from me, as if ashamed. "I knew you weren't happy with him. I could tell a week into it, that he didn't make you happy... but I was selfish. I thought that if you were with Jacob then you would have a reason to stay and you wouldn't leave me again. I let it go on, even though I knew you were miserable, just like I did with Renee. She wasn't happy here with me either, but I didn't want to lose her. You remind me so much of your mother, ya know, always willing to please but never pleased with yourself. I don't want you to follow in her footsteps. I want you to do what makes you happy, whatever that is."

It was nice seeing this side of Charlie and not just the law enforcing hard ass.

I nodded at his words and after a few minutes of silence, Charlie stood up with his hands in his pocket, obviously uncomfortable. I guess there's just so much emotion that a man can take, huh.

He made his way to the door to leave, but before walking out, he turned and said, "I'm gonna make this right, Bella. Jacob's gonna have to pay for what he's done." and before I could ask, he was gone.

And just like that, it was over. I don't know what I expected to happen when I told Charlie about everything, but I definitely did not expect that. He had just as many regrets as I had and made just as many mistakes too. I believe things happen for a reason, that there are no accidents. If I had never gone out with Jacob, then I would have never had this talk with Charlie and we would still be living our lives avoiding the big ugly wall that stood between us. Now we had a chance to mend, fix our broken relationship that had been severed so many years ago and I could be myself again, for the first time in a long time.

XxXxXxX

I waited, watching the clock, listening for the sound of Charlie's snoring. The time was dragging by excruciatingly slow and I wanted so badly to talk to Edward and let him know that everything was okay.

Charlie had peeked in, a little earlier, telling me 'good night' and that a buddy on the force was going to be parked out front surveilling the house, "Just in case" he had said. The idea was unsettling, that Charlie thought it was necessary to put a policeman on watch. But, considering the circumstances, I was glad he did it.

I was changing into my pajamas when I heard 3 soft taps on my window. I gasped and crossed my arms over my bare chest and turned to see Edward hanging from the tree outside. My cheeks grew hot and, I was positive, 3 shades of red as I realized I was naked from the waist up. Quickly, I threw on my tank and ran to the window, pulling Edward in and throwing my arms around him.

It seemed like an eternity had past since I had been in his arms and I pressed my body against his, craving the warmth it had been deprived from for so long.

He pushed me away from him by my arms, and frantically snapped out, "What's going on? I've been calling your cell for the last 2 hours. There's a policeman sitting out front, is everything okay?", almost hyperventilating.

"Calm down... Yeah, everything's okay...now." I said then lowered my head, attempting to hide the truth he would see in my eyes.

His hand touch my cheek as he brought his face to mine, forcing my eyes to connect with his.

"Bella, don't close yourself off from me. I'm here for you. Please, tell me what happened."

I swallowed deeply and focused on his words. "Jacob was here."

"When?" He asked.

"When I got home from school. He broke in the house and was waiting for me.... God, Edward I have never been so scared in my life."

He grabbed me in his arms and rocked me, saying, "I'm so sorry, baby. I Should have been here for you. I should have made sure you were safe. I could tell that Jacob wasn't right today, but I fucking blew it off. Damn it! I'm sorry." He rocked me patiently before pulling back and asking slowly and hesitantly, "What... did he do?"

The look in his eyes were pure torture, as he waited, scared of what I was going to say.

That look broke my heart. I couldn't tell him what almost happened. There was no need to upset him more than he already was. It was over. Charlie was going to make sure he didn't come back so I left out a few minor details and answered, "Nothing. Charlie got here before anything could happen... hence the broken lock." I added pointing at the splintered wood where the lock use to be and letting a small smile play across my face, lightening the mood.

It looked as though a million thoughts were running through his mind, before he finally asked, "Where is he now?"

I shrugged, "Don't know. But, I think Charlie's going to find him. He was so angry, Edward. I almost feel sorry for him."

Edward quickly spout out, "I Don't. I hope he kills him. I hope he rips his god damn heart out."

"Edward!... It's over. We don't have to worry about him anymore. I told dad everything. Everything, Edward. So, let's just forget about Jacob and focus on us for a change." I said adamantly.

I was tired of always letting other people get in between us, and now I didn't have to. Now there were no barriers to hinder us from moving forward in our relationship. Sure, it would take Charlie some time to warm up to the idea, but it would happen. If he truly wanted me to be happy then he wouldn't deny me the one thing that I wanted. Edward made me more than happy. He made me whole.

I stared at him, waiting for him to look up and, once he did, a small smile spread across his face as my words sunk in.

His hand found its way through my hair and to the back of my neck as his voice lowered, and his tongue slid across his bottom lip. "I just want to focus on you."

His kiss was soft against my eager mouth, barely touching the surface, as he teased me with his restraint. But restraint wasn't what I wanted. I wanted total inhibition but didn't know how to tell him. Was it okay for a girl to be so forward? I didn't care. I knew what I wanted and was determined to have my way.

I moved my body closer to his, forcing his back against the bed. My tongue skimmed his upper lip before biting it, begging for entrance. The moan that fell from his mouth as my tongue slid in, made me shiver. All I could do was press my body even closer to his to try and still the involuntary tremors that were erupting through me.

The next thing I knew, he had me pinned on my back, holding my hands over my head as he attacked my mouth ferally.

All the apprehension I had been feeling about our hasty love for one another and progressing relationship, dissipated at that moment. And I was consumed by an overwhelming feeling of absolute certainty that we were meant to be to together. That this was our destiny. No matter what obstacles stood in our way, our love for each other would make them look as threatening as ant hills. Nothing could sway us from one another, not even ourselves.

Just as his hand began to creep under my shirt, he broke away from me, leaving me cold and alone.

He sat up on the bed and ran his long fingers through his wild coppery strands and sighed, "I… think I better go." before standing from the bed.

I panicked.

What!? He can't go!

Desperately, I delved deep inside my brain, searching for an excuse to make him stay only to come up empty handed. My mind was blank, crippled by the thought of him leaving.

My anxiety grew as I watched his head lower and shoulders twist slightly toward the direction of the window, warning of his imminent departure.

There was no way in hell that I was going to let him go knowing what I knew now… that the hunger I was plagued with had to be satisfied, and he was the only one who could satiate it completely.

Don't let him go!… I silently screamed at myself, frantically grabbing the front of his shirt, fisting the pliable material between my fingers.

My forwardness took me by surprise. I looked down at my hands, unbelieving of what I had just done and looked up into his eyes, searching for the strength I needed to keep him there. That's when I saw it, deep inside his oceans of green…the light in their darkness, imploring me to ask him to stay. His wish, my command.

I pulled his body dangerously close to mine as I boldly confessed, "I don't want you to leave."

His eyes grew heavy hearing the certainty in my words. His tongue ran across his bottom lip followed by his teeth, biting painfully into the plump flesh.

He was sex, raw and needy, making the cotton between my legs impossibly wet. A shaky breath escaped from my lips, not because of nerves, but because of the anticipation of what was about to happen, and it was all moving in slow motion…too slow.

Holding nothing back, I pressed my lips to his, chipping away at the chasteness of the moment until nothing was left, plunging my tongue deep inside his mouth tasting his sweet nectar. He was intoxicating, making me lightheaded…or was that my lack of oxygen. I didn't care. Suffocation by Edward seemed like a good death.

With his hand gripping my hip and his mouth moving down to my neck, he panted, "God Bella, You have no idea what you do to me."

No, I didn't. But if it was anything like what he did to me, I needed to apologize for causing such torture.

I opened my mouth and shocked myself when I heard, "Tell me." come flying out in a voice that was foreign to me, thick with seduction. Who am I?

The look in his eyes, told me everything I needed to know. Placing his hand on my cheek, he confessed everything that I saw in them.... and more.

"Bella, I think about you all the time. I count the seconds until I'm with you again only to be tortured by your presence." He stopped to chuckle at its absurdity before explaining, "I find it very difficult to control myself when I'm with you and it's physically painful to be without you." He shook his head and closed his eyes as if struggling to finish, but did. "Even though you don't know it, you're in my bed every night when I lay down. You consume my dreams and are the only reason I get up in the morning."

His head raised slightly and his eyes focused on mine. "I love you with every ounce of my being and would be content to live a long and happy life... with you."

Smiling up at me he added, "And that, my dear Bella, is what you do to me. You are my life, now." appraising my reaction, apprehensively.

There were no words for what I was feeling at that moment. I didn't think it was possible for me to love him anymore than I already did, but he proved me wrong. I couldn't think, or speak. I caught myself breathing heavy, focusing only on his mouth and the words that had fallen from them.

Though I couldn't trust my mouth to work properly under the conditions, I was certain that my body could. Without a word, I moved to straddle his lap and leaned down taking his top lip between mine. The kiss was chaste, just a warning of what was to come, and I broke away as soon as it started. He eyed be questioningly, as I pulled my tank top over my head.

The growl he released was guttural, vibrating in his chest, his eyes glued to my peaks.

I watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed deeply and closed his eyes. His actions baffled me. Was this not what he wanted?

"Oh God, I'm an idiot." I cried, covering myself with my hands.

I felt his hands grab mine and pull them away, exposing me once more. When he looked up, a cold chill ran down my spine. His eyes had turned dark and heavy, revealing a different, lust driven side of him that I had never seen before. My breathing, once heavy and labored, ceased altogether anticipating what this new Edward would do.

"Perfect", he whispered, running his shaky hands up my sides to cup my breasts. "So fucking perfect."

The sound of his voice, made my nipples react and I rubbed against his hardness, to soothe the aching between my legs.

Suddenly, his hands were on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, then back on me so that flesh was on flesh.

His body was on fire, and the heat of his skin singed mine making me sigh in pleasure. A flame had been ignited and it was slowly consuming every inch of my body. Just as I thought I was going to burn in the inferno, Edward lowered his head taking my breast in his mouth. The cool air attached itself to my nipple as he pulled away to focus on the other side. If he was trying to put out the fire, he was fighting a losing battle. Once lit, it would smolder forever.

The feeling of his mouth on me, caused a shiver to run down my body and nervous goosebumps to spread rapidly. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the convulsions.

Edward felt me shaking and heard my staggered breaths. "You're cold." Edward whispered, holding me in his arms.

I shook my head, "No", my voice cracking and my teeth almost chattering from the nerves.

He lifted mine chin with his finger and looked at me with concern. "I'm nervous too. We don't have to do this, ya know. I'd be happy to just sit here and hold you."

I didn't want that. I knew it wouldn't be enough for me. Now that I had taken a dip, I wanted nothing more than to dive deep into the cool waters of my desire.

"I want to, Edward. I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life... I'm ready."

He laid me back as his hand drifted down my stomach. I felt his breath hit my ear before I heard, "Just breath.", barely a whisper, in my ear.

I heard the top button of my jean pop open and then a zipping sound before feeling his fingertips moving under the waist band of my panties. I exhaled and lifted my hips against his hand as his finger slid inside my wetness.

"Yes." I whimpered, the intensity making my head fall back and my body arch toward him.

"Bella, I want you so fucking much." He ground out and slowly slid his long finger inside me, hissing as it dove impossibly deep.

"Oh God, Edward. I need you." I sighed, thrusting my hips closer to his hand. A second finger dipped in, adding to the sensation.

"I need more." I pleaded, attacking his mouth with frustrated kisses. His fingers felt so good, I could only imagine how good his dick would feel in there place.

That's all it took. He sat up and pulled his jeans off, then removed mine, before settling back on the bed at my side. He leaned in and began kissing my neck, our hands moving desperately over one another, needy with desire. Until I couldn't take anymore. With my heart racing and my breathing heavy, I broke away from him and laid back, inviting him, running my hand down his stomach and wrapping around his hardness.

His hand moved down to mine, coaxing me along, moving it up and down.

"Bella." he breathed, as he nervously moved between my legs, hovering over me with his hair hanging in his eyes.

His breathing was stuttered and, though his hair was hiding the struggle on his face, I could see ever tremor that ran through his body. It was taking all that he had to compose himself and I loved the fact that I was doing that to him.

This was it, no turning back, and as if he was thinking that exact same thing, he asked, with a trembling voice, "Are you sure?"

All I could do was nod and hope that he accepted that answer. I didn't trust my voice, unsure if it would portray my confidence... or betray it.

He lowered himself, flush with me, and ran his hand down the side I my face. "I love you." he said, kissing me again, running his arm under my back.

As soon as I felt him at my entrance, I heard him take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." he said, burying his face in my neck and biting down on it, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me that I wasn't expecting.

I waited to feel the pain between my legs as he slowly slid inside me, ripping through me inch by inch, only to realize that Edward was laying perfectly still, already deep inside. The pain I anticipated, wasn't there, dulled by the bite I suppose. All I felt was an overwhelming urge to move my hips against his.

I reached up to him, pushing his hair from his face and smiled when I saw the worry in his eyes.

I bit my lip and moved my hips, testing the water. It was cool and inviting and I found myself moving against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Oh God, Edward!"

Immediately, at hearing my pleasure, he grabbed my ass and thrust in deeper. "God Damn it, Bella.", rocking into me rhythmically.

It was as if we had always know one another, familiar with the others body, anticipating each others moves.

I felt him twitch, before he grunted, "I can't hold out much longer."

He pulled back on his knees and brought me with him, straddling his hips. With this new angle, his hand went in between us and began rubbing my clit, causing spasms to shoot through my body. This was a completely new feeling and it brought me to new heights, as though I was floating away to heaven.

I was gasping for hair as I felt the coil unwind in my stomach.

"Come for me, baby." Edward commanded as I threw my head back, holding my breath as my body convulsed with my orgasm. Edward gripped my hips tightly and slammed into me once more, before pulling out and spilling his sex on my stomach.

I curled inside his arms and rest my head on his chest, thinking about what all we had been through and where we were headed. We were destined to be together. Why would we have made it through all of this, if God wanted us to live apart. I was put on this earth to love him and that was what I would do. Everyday of my life, I would love him and do whatever it took to keep him happy.

Forever...and ever....and ever.

Okay, I never appreciated a good lemon the way I do now. Who knew it would be so hard to write (They're really easy to devour, right?). Anyway, I hope it works for you and I hope the whole Charlie and Jacob thing went over well. Hang on to you're hats.... there's more to come : )