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BPOV

I woke up to the sound of Edward snoring lightly. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and my back was flush against his chest. I sighed and his arms pulsed around me, pulling me tighter as he nuzzled the side of my head with his cheek. His breath was steady against my shoulder and I smiled. Waking up like this in his arms, was perfect. A few moments went by and I heard my phone chirp, indicating I had a voicemail. I waited a couple more minutes, hearing it chirp again before I carefully tore his arms from my body and slid out of bed, padding off to grab it. I did my best to quietly extract it from my purse and saw I had 7 missed called. I flipped it open. James. James. Emmett. James. Alice. James. James. Weird. I grabbed the quilt that was at the foot of the bed and wrapped myself in it before walking into the living room and sitting on the couch starting to listen to my messages.

"Bella its me--" I hit delete at the sound of James voice.

"Bella, come on. I'm sorry--" Delete.

"Belzoni! It's your bro! Remember, the dude that you forgot to call and inform about your trip? Jesus I almost had a heart attack til dad filled me in. Way to keep me in the loop. And here I thought we were close." He snipped sarcastically, laughing at his own joke. "Anyway, give me a call. I'll be up in Seattle for a couple days early next week. If you're back by then we should have dinner and you can tell me all about your high class business traveling job that you've managed to make for yourself. You're a burger flipper, right?" he teased, once again laughing at himself. "Just kiddin'. Anyway, call me. Laters!" I hit delete and smiled, feeling a pang of regret that I'd somehow managed to forget touching base. He really was too protective sometimes.

"Bella! You probably took my advice and didn't pick up while humping my brother in law, but I wanted to call and... see how you are." She said slowly. She must have known about Edward's proposal idea. I glanced at my ring as her voice continued to echo through the phone. "Anyway! I hope you two are doing fantastic and having a complete blast in New York, though I'm a little hurt that you didn't invite me. I mean COME ON BELLA do you understand the magnitude of damage I could do to Jasper and I's finances with a few days in New York!? Oh, wait, maybe you do... nevermind. It would still be fun. OMIGOD! That's it! Girls trip to New York! No work, no boys, no babies. Just us! OMIGOD IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN! Okay! I'm gonna go and start planning! CALL MEEE!" She demanded excitedly, stressing the 'e'. I laughed softly and hit delete. Okay so 2 phone calls to make.

"Bella, come on. I know you're around. You didn't leave your phone at home, I know you didn't. Just talk to me. Fuck. We can't make up if you don't answer your god damn phone. You're so fucking childish sometimes. Let's just talk this shit out. That's what couples do right? Call me, love you." I laughed and rolled my eyes as I hit delete. Way to insult me then end it with 'I love you'.

"Bella, okay. So whatever, you're dealing with shit. I get that. I get you're stressed doing commercials and stuff. So I'll let this immature phone call ignoring thing go. I'll meet you at the airport and pick you up though. Just call and let me know when you're coming home. I really do love you and hopefully you aren't still mad when you get back. I miss my Bella-ella." He cooed. My heart tightened. He hadn't called me that in years. Not since the last time I was happy with our relationship.

I deleted his last message and shut my phone off, staring at it for a moment. Why did he keep calling? I just didn't get it. We barely saw each other and if he called me four times in a week, I was lucky. And now here he was, calling me four times in what, a day and a half? I sighed and left my phone on the coffee table, shaking off the messages and the quilt as I curled back up with Edward in bed. he was laying flat on his back, one arm under his pillow the other laying flat against his chest. I curled up beside him, nuzzling his neck.

No, this was where I belong and who I belonged with.

His arm moved from his chest and wrapped around my shoulders pulling me against him as he groaned and rolled onto his side. He threw his leg over mine and I smiled burying my face into the curve of his neck.

"You left." He murmured groggily into my hair. I nodded. "I went to check my phone, it was beeping with voicemails." He made a noncommittal noise and squeezed his arms around me. I moved my head down to just below his shoulder, placing my cheek over his collar bone. Edward's lips darted softly to my forehead, before moving down and kissing the tip of my nose. I tilted my head up, smiling. His eyes were slightly open; a hint of green peeking out under his heavy lids. His lips brushed against mine lightly and I smiled as his lips parted and moved against mine again. My hands ran up from their position on his lower back to his chest and up his body before sliding around his neck and tangling in his hair. His tongue darted out, gliding along my bottom lip as I opened my mouth just enough for my tongue to meet his. He let out quiet moan, tilting his head to deep the kiss and I whimpered as he rolled me onto my back and hovered over me. One of his hands trailed down my side, tracing my curves before resting on my hip while his other hand reached around to the back of my neck, pulling my head up to meet his. I loved the taste of him, even his nasty morning breath didn't seem as rancid as it probably should have been.

This had to be true love. What other kind of love would mess with one's senses and make a vile thing like morning breath taste maybe not like heaven, but certainly no worse than spoiled honey.

He pulled his lips from mine slowly laying my head back down on the pillow but not moving his hand from the back of my neck. We were both panting and staring at each other smiling sleepily. "Morning love." He murmured, pressing another kiss to my forehead.

"Mmm, morning." I greeted in return, kissing his chin.

"Wait can we do that again? I wanna try something." He grinned lazily.

I smiled up at him and nodded a little. "We can do that as much as you want."

His lips curved up, twisting into a smirk. "Good Morning, Mrs. Cullen."

"Good morning Mr. Cullen."

"How did you sleep?"

"Fantastic... but what did you want to try?" I asked curiously.

He puffed out a laugh, kissing my lips quickly. "That was it. I wanted to see how it felt calling you Mrs. Cullen."

"Oh, and how was it?"

"Awesome." He said, kissing me again.

I laughed under his kiss, lifting my head to press my lips more firmly against his. I never wanted to stop kissing the man above me. Not even when we were old and decrepit and didn't have our own teeth anymore. He would always be the only man I would ever want to feel against me.

I pulled back after a few moments, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth and trying to steady my breath. When our breathing had returned to normal I gave him a half smile. "Are we getting married today?"

"Uh huh." He replied with a wide grin.

I gently pushed him off me and rolled over to face him, kissing his lips quickly. "Well then, I should hop in the shower. You wouldn't want to marry a girl who hadn't bathed before the ceremony." I teased.

"Baby, you could come smelling like shit. I wouldn't care." He laughed. "That just means I get to shower with you after."

"Well you get to do that regardless." I smirked, winking at him.

Two hours later, we were rushing to get to city hall before it closed at noon to get our marriage license so the officiating could be... official. We sped through the hotel lobby, both of us trying to hail a cab. Finally, after what felt like a waste of 10 minutes, a cabby finally stuck his arm out, shouting at me from the opposite side of the street. I waved towards Edward who was halfway down the block. He began jogging over to me and I raced across the street towards the cab.

That was when I felt the metal against my side. Everything went black as my head collided with hot cement and the world faded away.

EPOV

No.

No.

Bella?

Bella.

No.

"She came outta no where! What the hell was I supposed to do?" I heard the cabby shout as I collapsed beside Bella's lifeless form. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I didn't know what to do or who I was in that moment, because everything was Bella. I pushed my fingers gently to her throat, and heaved a great sigh once I realized her pulse was strong. She was with me. But the blood... all the blood coming from the top of her head, matting her soft brown hair. I didn't know what to do.

"Buddy, you know her?" I heard someone ask.

I must have nodded, "She's my fiancée. Someone... call 911?" I asked, pulling Bella closer to me. I leaned my face to hers, running my lips over her cheek. "Bella? Bella? Baby? Can you hear me? Baby, you can't... you can't go, okay? I need you... Baby, please--"

I was pulled abruptly from Bella's side by a rather large EMT, who immediately began to work on her. I watched in agony as they poked at her, hooking her up to bags and lifting her onto the back board and gurney. It couldn't be good. Nothing would ever be the same again if I didn't have Bella. Nothing would be right. I followed Bella into the ambulance, and held her hand the entire ride. I still hadn't processed it, even then as I watched them try and stop her bleeding, nor when they hooked her up to the monitors. She was my Bella. She had to come back. She... she had to be with me. God, how fucking selfish could I be?

We were at the hospital within minutes, and they took Bella away from me again. I followed. I had to be with her. She was like a magnet to me. I followed her gurney through the ER, but I was stopped when an attending put a hand on my chest. "You can't go in there."

"But she's my--"

He shook his head, "They'll do all they can. See the nurse, and they'll take care of her."

I was breathing heavily as I wandered to the nurse's station and took the forms. I sat in the waiting area, and filled out the mound of paper work. Pound after pound of it, until I was sure my eyes were bleeding. I walked back to the station and handed the nurse the paper work. "Can I see her?"

The nurse pursed her lips, looking from the paper work to her computer screen. She tapped the keys a few times, then nodded. "Room 768, North Wing."

I was off like a shot. I needed my Bella. I needed to see her, and make sure she was okay. I needed... fuck. Bella. I ran up seven flights of stairs, then down probably a million different hallways, skidding to a stop when I reached her doorway. I gasped when I saw her. Bruised, from head to toe, and looking so vulnerable. My poor, poor Bella. It should have been me. I should have pushed her out of the way... I should have fucking held her hand. I couldn't... fuck, My Bella.

I went to her bedside, and carefully took her hand in mine. I kissed each of her finger tips in succession, fighting back the tears. This wasn't right. It should've been me. I leaned in, and kissed her forehead, then her lifeless lips. That nearly broke me. "Bella. Love? You need to come back to me. I need you, Baby. I want to make you my wife and give you the life you've always wanted. Please, Baby, please? Come back to me, Bella. Come back to me." It was too much then; being there with her as she remained unresponsive. I couldn't do it, and I finally broke down.

It was in that moment that I realized I could be losing everything. My life, my love, my very happiness. Gone.

My Bella.

Gone.

BPOV

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone sobbing in the far distance. When my eyes focused, all I heard was the beeping of machines and Edward's voice murmuring something as he sat resting his head on the bed beside me. Bed? I thought we had left the hotel and were on our way...

I turned my head taking in my surroundings a bit more.

Fuck, a hospital. What the hell had I done now?

"Edward?" I whispered trying to reach for him but feeling a jolt of pain surge through every part of my body from my fingertips to my toes at the slight movement.

"Bella? Bella? Baby, can you hear me?" He asked frantically but with a quiet tone and he grabbed my hand and pulled it closer to him.

I winced at the pain and bit my lip nodding. "Edward what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked softly, moving through the pain as I reached up to cup his cheek brushing a stray tear away with my thumb.

His brows knitted together and he looked at me worriedly. "Baby... you... you don't remember? Fuck..." He said under his breath, turning to glance towards the door.

"No... I remember... most of it?" I said apprehensively. "I remember we left to go get married." I paused a moment racking my brain. "Did we get married? Am I now officially Mrs. Cullen?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes showing nothing but sadness. "No, Baby. I'm so sorry."

I felt my face fall, unable to hide my own disappointment as the pain throbbed through my face and neck. "No, I'm sorry. I did something stupid right? That's why we're here and not celebrating, right?" Ugh, I was such a fucking ditz sometimes. "Edward, I'm so sorry."

He leaned over me, brushing a few hairs from my face and moving them behind my ear, kissing my temple gently. "No... no... baby, it was my fault. I should have been with you... next to you. It should have been me. I'm never letting you out of my sight again. I won't ever let go of your hand."

I tilted my head slightly and sighed, looking at him sadly. "Edward, it's not your fault. I told you; I'm a spazz. This kind of thing happens to me all the time. I meant it when I said I'd probably be the first of us to go because I'm so accident prone." I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "But I'm fine. A little sore, but fine. And I will not stand for you thinking this was your fault."

He smiled, looking completely broken. "Love, if something had... if you hadn't... I wouldn't know what to do. I can't be without you. I just can't."

"But nothing really happened, and I did wake up, so it's okay." I smiled warmly at him. "I'm just sorry that we didn't get to get married today. I was really looking forward to legally being your wife by dinner."

"I know, Baby. Me too. As soon as you're out of here, that'll be the first stop. Okay?"

"Edward, tomorrow's Sunday - city hall is closed. We'll have to wait til Monday."

"So?"

"How are we going to get a marriage license if city hall is closed?"

"We'll go on Monday, silly goose."

I smiled a little and nodded. Good, my accident prone side hadn't scared him off. I sighed and sank my head back against the pillow a bit more. I was fighting to keep my eyes open when there was a knock on the door and in popped a tall lanky doctor with a big bushy white beard. He was like an anorexic Santa.

"Ms. Swan?" He asked as he approached the side of my bed.

"Soon to be Mrs. Cullen." I added with a smile. I wanted everyone in the entire fucking world to know that if they wanted to stop calling me Swan it was perfectly fine with me. He grinned and looked from me to Edward. "Ah, congratulations." He commented, glancing down at the file he had in his hand. " Alright then soon to be Mrs. Cullen, how are you feeling?"

"Well, I'm in a hospital instead of getting married at city hall right now, so not too dandy." I snapped a bit harshly. "I'm sorry." I spit out quickly. "I just... I'm upset about the timing."

"Hm. Yes, that's very... An Affair to Remember indeed." He remarked, sliding the stethoscope from around his neck to situate in place. He lifted my wrist and looked at me sympathetically as I winced involuntarily. "I'm sorry. I'm just going to check your pulse."

We waited a few minutes before he unplugged his ears and made a note in the chart. "Well the good news is, no major injuries. No internal bleeding, no broken bones, no major lacerations aside from the gash in your head which has already been sewn up." He looked over at Edward. "You are one lucky fiance. Isabella's injuries could and based on the accident report, should have been much worse."

Edward's eyes were trained on me as he responded. "I know."

The doctor nodded and turned his focus back on me. "So still a bit sore though, huh?"

"Yea, all over. It's like a steady throbbing of pain." I admitted. He nodded and made another note before looking up. "Well, I guess the bad news is you are pretty banged up. You have the gash in your forehead and bruises as well as minor cuts and scrapes over most of your torso. Unfortunately there's no quick fix remedy to heal those - just time. I can, however give you something for the pain." He paused checking the IV that was currently stuck into my right hand. "How's the pain now, on a scale from 1 to 10?"

"Out of all the injuries I've ever had? About a 9.5 to 15, depending how much I'm moving."

"When you don't move at all?"

"A 9.5."

"And when you move slightly? Like when I lifted your wrist?"

"13."

His brow furrowed and he nodded. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay, not like that could have been avoided." He smiled softly and nodded with a sigh. "Well I'm going to see about the nurse getting you an IV drip of morphine or something similar and we'll get you a prescription for the next few days of something that'll knock the pain out until the soreness fades.

Ugh, I hated morphine. It turned me into an idiot, but I was in too much pain to argue so I thanked him and tried to adjust my body towards Edward as the doctor left the room. Fuck, ow. Yea, not happening. I winced, clenching my jaw. Edward was looking at me with utter despair and concern all over his face. "Edward I'm fine."

He took a step back, sitting back down in the chair and sighing. "You aren't though. You're anything but."

"You heard the doctor. Nothing major, that's typically a good thing."

"Yeah, but Bella, this is you. I can't... I can't let things like this happen to you." He lamented.

"Edward, one of the first thing we have to get cleared up if we are going to last is that this is me. I've always been the most frequent patient in the ER. I'm the ER's best friend and insurance company's best client. You can't blame yourself every time I wind up in the hospital, and you can't prevent these things from occurring. I'm just a walking disaster; honestly, I'm surprised nothing's happened before today, when you've been around." I smiled and pulsed my hand in his, clenching my jaw tightly as the pain shot from my hand up to my shoulder. "If anything, you're my good luck charm. I can't remember the last time I went two months without incident."

He pressed his cheek against my hand that was laying flat at my sighed. He kissed the back of my hand softly, shutting his eyes. "Bella, I... I hate this. I hate watching you in pain like this." he admitted, standing up and moving to lean against the wall beside the window.

"I'll be okay Edward, really." I smiled over at him. "I'm--"

A short, chubby nurse popped her head in and smiled brightly. "Isabella Swan?" She asked as she stepped into the room and walking over to us. "That's me." I sighed. She continued to smile and shook a rather large needle in her hand. "I have this for you to help with the pain. Have you ever taken a pain killer this strong before?"

"Yea. I'm a bit... accident prone. I'm not a big fan of morphine."

She laughed softly. "Yeah, most people aren't. This quite a bit stronger, and will last longer. Hopefully you won't start to feel any pain again for another 12-24 hours." I nodded and watched her ease the needle directly into my IV. Almost immediately I felt the throbbing diminish and I turned, without hesitation or severe pain towards Edward. "See Edward, I'm fine."

EPOV

"Yeah, Bella, for now." I said, moving back toward her bed and trying to get her to stop hiding her pain from me. She was terrible at it anyway. I couldn't believe that I'd let this happen to her. Not matter what she said, it was still my fault. I should have been at her side, and we should have been married by now. And that's all there is to it.

She let out a huge sigh, as if testing her lung capacity. "Yes for now, and now is what matters." She leaned forward and tapped the tip of my nose. "You taught me that. Living for the now."

"Bella?" What the hell was she going on about now? "What?"

She giggled at me. "You're really hot." She glanced up at the nurse, who seemed amused. "Isn't he hot?" She slurred. Oh. My. God.

"Bella..." I turned to the nurse who was trying not to bust out laughing "I'm sorry, she's just--"

"We should have sex in here before we have to leave."

I looked nervously from Bella, then back to the nurse. "Give us a minute?" She nodded, and walked out so I turned back to Bella. "Baby, you can't say things like that in front of hospital staff."

"Oh pish. You know she was thinking the same thing."

Oh, God. "Love, that's not the point. How are you feeling?"

"Superb. Soo-purrrrrrrb."

I rolled my eyes and walked toward the window. I knew it was the drugs. I had to keep reminding myself that it was only the drugs. "Bella, i love you.'' I whispered, not expecting her to hear.

"I love you too."

I spun around when I heard her respond. "Still? After all the shit I pulled?"

She looked at me like I was the one on a morphine drip. "Um... you didn't pull anything."

I laughed humorlessly. "I'm glad you think so."

She sat up a little, "Come here, please?"

I walked over to her, pushing the hair out of her glassy eyes. "Hm?"

She cleared her throat, and I could tell she just wanted to tell me that she liked my ass, but she tried to be serious. "You didn't do anything Edward. I love you, all of you, everything that you are. And I will always love you. That's never going to go away." She reached up to brush her fingers over my cheek. "Francois calls you my Prince Charming and I'm inclined to agree." She smiled up at me like I was her whole world; like she couldn't do anthing without me.

I sighed, looking down at the starched blue sheets. "But I don't have a white horse."

"No, but you have an awesome Volvo." She reminded me, "And really, horses are overrated; they poop like every 5 minutes."

I laughed, leaning into her touch a little more. "Completely. And where would I put it?"

"Good point. It's not like they have horse lots in the middle of downtown Seattle to park them."

"Exactly. What kind of engagement gift should I get you, love?"

"A pony?" Bella laughed.

I laughed back at her, "You have one. What else?"

"A key to your studio?" She asked next.

I furrowed my brow, pulling out my keys. "I thought you had one." I pulled out her keys from her bag and slipped on the spare. "All set, love. And that doesn't count. What else?"

Her face went serious, "Edward, I was kidding. I know that's your bachelor pad and work space. I don't want to intrude on that." But then she smiled. "You can save that for your anti-Bella days and move in with me for the rest of the time."

I laughed, "What are anti-Bella days?" I wasn't sure I wanted them.

"You know..." She gave me a look as though I should know exactly what she was talking about. "When you're tired of me or mad at me... or just need a break from this." She said, waving her hand in front of herself. "Anti-Bella days."

I shook my head, "Yeah... I don't think I want any of those."

"You will." She said decisivly.

I smirked at her, "Will I?"

"Mhm. You'll get tired of me wanting you all the time. Or like.. the way I prefer ice cream for dinner over any other type of food. Or how I like going for runs at 2am if I can't sleep. Or my annoyance with mushrooms will make you want to file for divorce eventually, if my hatred of tomatoes doesn't do it first." She said, pouting in her list of so-called inadequacies.

I leaned in, kissing her softly. "Bella, those are all the things I love most. Why would I ever want to give them up?"

"They'll annoy you eventually." She lamented before changing the subject."I want to meet your mom."

"No, they won't and sure you can. She still wants to thank you for saving my life last week."

Bella scoffed, "Edward, you had the flu. I didn't save your life."

I sighed dramatically. "I could've died.''

She smiled at me before leaning in to brush her lips gently over mine. "Not true. But even if that's what you think, that just makes us even. Because you literally saved my life today."

"Bella, I watched you get hit by a car. I literally did nothing."

"You saved me. You stayed with me." She looked down at her hands and my heart broke with how sincere she sounded. "You don't know what it means to me that you stayed. That you didn't leave."

I cupped her cheek in my hand, ''Where else am I gonna go?"

"Oh! I know what I want for an engagement gift!"

"What's that, Love?"

"Take me home and let's pretend it's Sunday while watching bad reality TV?" Her eyes flicked back up to mine, and she looked so hopeful.

I laughed, smiling back at her. "I'll talk to your doctor."

Bella nodded in agreement. "Okay. But first can you lay here with me? I'm kinda tired."

"Yeah, Baby. Of course." Scooted over a little and I climbed in beside her. Bella curled into my side, pushing her face into my neck. I leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I love you."

She sniffled, "I love you too. And I'm pretty sure the nurse does too." She told me with a knowing grin on her face.

I kissed her as I laughed lightly. "But the only girl I love is you. How about that?"

Bella laughed softly against me. "You better."

"I do, Bella. I do."