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BPOV

I woke up to the sound of loud honking and my body feeling weightless.

Shit. shit. shit. Was I now paralyzed? My eyes shot open and I arched my head up glancing around me. Edward was holding me and putting me into a cab. He chuckled at my frazzled expression. "Everything okay baby?" I nodded, feeling my heart rate slow to a safe beat. He smiled and kissed my forehead before shutting the door and running around to the other side to climb in.

He gave the driver the hotel name and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his side. "They said that it was probably better to move you while you were still out. In case there was any more pain. How do you feel?"

"Okay, I think." I answered, yawning mid sentence. "I think my body's still in shock. It feels kinda tense."

His eyebrows crinkled and he looked at me worriedly. "I'm sorry, Baby."

"Stop apologizing, none of this is your fault. I'm pretty sure we've been over this."

"We have, but that doesn't mean the decision was unanimous." He said, wrapping strands of my hair around his finger.

"That's settled. When I get home we're going to Seattle General and I'm requesting they pull my file. You'll see why this isn't your fault. I invite injury constantly Edward. This had nothing to do with you and in no way, shape or form was it your fault. I was just over due."

"I should have been by your side. I should have been there to pull you out of the way. Even if you are accident prone, it's my job to make sure your accidents are no bigger than a paper cut."

I sighed, turning to look up at him. "You're amazing, and that's really sweet of you to say but it's really not. It's your job to love me, respect me and eventually help me make and raise our children. But that's it. It's not your job to save me from my own stupidity."

"Okay, but it was that ass hole's fault. he was practically on the side walk. And on top of it, if you're having my children, obviously I have to protect you." He exhaled deeply, kissing my scalp. "I can't raise them without you, love."

"And you won't have to, but these things happen to me pretty consistently. So it's better that you're prepared for them. I'm not exactly the epitome of grace and good luck." I smiled, burying my face in the crook of his neck, placing a soft kiss. "Of course, with the exception of having met you.

"Bella, I love you. I don't want to lose you."

I squeezed his hand as the the cab pulled in front of the hotel and the bellhop opened the door. I slowly scooted out, smiling up at the man, as Edward raced around the car helping me ease out. We didn't speak at all as we walked to the elevator and walked briskly to one that was about to close. I leaned against the back wall and sighed.

"You okay?" He asked quietly, brushing my hair behind my ear. I nodded. "Yeah, just stiff. No pain, it's just weird walking around feeling like you're made of glass - completely un-bendable."

"I could carry you." He offered, smiling.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. "It's probably good that I stretch everything out anyway. But I'll take you up on that offer when I'm feeling better." I replied, with a wink as I pushed off slowly from the wall noticing the doors were about to open.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him and helping to steady my own movement. I sighed as we stepped inside and he locked the door behind us. I walked towards the living room, and sat awkwardly on the armrest of the sofa. "Thank you for today. For taking care of me and being there."

"Where else would I be?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe and shoving his hands in his pockets nervously.

Anywhere? At a bar? Roaming around not caring like James always seemed to be whenever I got hurt, despite the fact that he worked for the fucking hospital? "I dunno. It just means a lot." I sighed quietly and leaned my head back, rolling it slowly before straightening it and looking at him. "Are you going to stay 10 feet away from me at all times til I'm healed?" I teased, noticing he still hadn't left his position against the front door.

He pulled one of his hands out of his jeans and ran it through his hair, looking at me warily. "I... I don't want to hurt you."

"Edward, I hate to break it to you. But if an entire car made of steel couldn't break me, you certainly won't."

"Bella..." He groaned moving closer to me. Perfect, exactly what I was hoping for; I smiled internally.

"Edward..." I mimicked.

"I really, really don't like thinking about you getting hurt. I can't laugh that off, love"

I cupped his jaw with one hand as he stood between my legs as they dangled off the arm of the chair. "I'm not asking you to. But I'm not as fragile as you think I am. Yea, no crazy rough sex but there's no reason why you can't kiss me or hold me or hug me." I sat up a bit more and brushed my lips against his softly. "See?" I replied, smiling warmly. "No harm done, in fact..." I kissed him again letting my lips linger on his. "That feels pretty good."

His arms circled my waist and he pulled us onto the sofa so I was laying flat atop him. "Yeah, it's not too bad. What did you want to do today, love?"

"I clearly remember being promised a pretend Sunday and reality TV." I replied, nuzzling my nose against his shoulder. "I like laying on top of you. You're more comfy than the bed."

He reached around me to grab the remote and turned on the TV that was laying on the top of the back of the sofa. "well, if you're comfortable, I'm not moving."

"Are you okay? I don't want to crush you or anything."

He laughed, causing my body to shake from the vibrations. "Bella, you weight like A pound, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

I nodded, kissing along his neck. "I'm great." I smiled into his skin. He sighed and slid a hand under my shirt, running soothing lines up and down my back as we both turned and watched mindless TV. After three episodes of Top Chef I turned to him. "Can we try to have sex before the super painkiller wears off?" I asked sheepishly, not meeting his eyes.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "We probably shouldn't. I don't want you to hurt any more than you're going to after they wear off. All I have for you is extra strength Tylenol."

"What about the prescription pills the doc gave me? for after today?"

"Baby... he gave me extra strength Tylenol. He said that because it's only bruising, you shouldn't need more than that.''

"Hm." I weighed the options. "What if I'm on top?" I grinned.

"Baby, It's up to you. You're the one who has to deal with it later." He replied quietly, an edge of seriousness in his voice as his hands skimmed over my sides tenderly.

I sighed, tossing around the idea. "Okay fine, we can wait. But can we at least watch TV in bed, and pretend it's Sunday?"

"Yeah. I think we can manage that."

He got us both up and carried me bridal style to the bedroom, sitting me down gently at the foot of the bed. "Do you need anything, love?"

I looked up at him, smiling and shaking my head. "No, just you." He returned the smile and nodded, slowly helping me out of my clothing before moving to turn down the bed. I scooted further up on the mattress carefully as I watched him strip down and slide under the covers to my left. I turned achingly slowly (literally) and faced him. He brushed a few stray hairs out of my eyes and moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist lightly. "Tighter." I murmured. His face fell a little at my request. "I don't want to hurt you." I tried to scoot closer to him but the soreness pulsed through me. Fortunately he got the hint and moved so close I could feel his breath blanketing my face. "Favorite childhood toy?" I asked, as I felt him hesitantly squeeze my waist, pulling me so close our hips were almost touching.

"Lite Brite. You?"

"The catch game that had the velcro pads that caught the ball."

"That was fun," he replied, kissing the top of my head. "Lemon or Lime?"

"Lime. You?"

He laughed, smiling bigger. "Lemon. Would you rather... sail or fly?"

"Fly. I hate boats. Be stuck in a forest with a chance of being rescued but where danger is high, or be stuck on a desert island with little chance of rescue but no danger aside from starvation?"

"Where are you?"

I smiled shaking my head. "Inconsequential. I'm in neither place and you don't know I exist."

"That's tough. Desert Island. What's the point of living without you? Bette Davis or Betty White?"

"Betty White." I leaned forward, unable to resist kissing him. "Small wedding or big?"

"Small. On the beach or in a church?"

"Depends when we get married and where."

"Where do you want? In Forks, probably?"

I laughed softly. "Actually, I don't know. I always thought if I got married in Forks I'd have to wear a raincoat over my wedding dress because I'd want to get married outdoors." I sighed, kissing him again. "Playdough or silly putty?"

"Playdough. You can eat it. You know what I noticed first about you was?"

"Hm?"

"Your... attitude, I guess you could say. Bella you're so much your own. You never let anyone else dictate what you should do or who you should be. That's an extraordinary thing now a-days."

I blushed, my eyes casting downward. If only he knew this attitude adjustment was a last ditch effort at self preservation and a fairly recently development. "You admired my aggressiveness and I admired your physique." I said, puffing out a laugh.

"Well, I do take care of myself. And maybe if I had a personality, you would've noticed that too."

My eyes moved up quickly to his, as one hand slid around to the back of his neck. "You're kidding right? Edward, you're one of the sweetest, most genuine people I've ever met. You're incredible and I'm lucky you asked me to be yours forever."

He shook his head, whispering, "I'm lucky you said yes."

I shook my head to argue, pressing my lips against his. "Like I would have said no to Prince Charming." I murmured, smiling against his lips. He grinned, "Like I said, I have no white horse. Nor have I armor, Love."

"That's okay, you have a volvo and that's made of metal so it kills 2 birds with 1 stone." I teased, before pressing my mouth against his again.

We laid in bed for hours caressing and kissing each other, not speaking a word. We didn't need to; everything that was important and needed to be said, had been.

I was his and he was mine - forever.

EPOV

Bella felt so fragile in my arms, it was ridiculous. She had bruises and scrapes over nearly every surface of her skin, and it almost killed me to look at her like that, especially when I should have been there to save her. Despite what she'd said about being accident prone, I couldn't shake the intense guilt I felt. It was my fault. I should have been there. Bella fell asleep a little while later, so I was able to shift myself out of bed to go get food. She would probably be hungry when she woke up, and I didn't want to sit there and watch her be broken. It hurt too much.

I scribbled out a quick note, then took the elevator downstairs to walk to a deli I had seen when Bella and I were out the other day. I had just hit the side walk when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. "Hello?" I asked, distractedly.

"Teds?" Ben's voice echoed through the line. "What's up dude? You pop the question?"

I laughed, crossing the street. "Yeah, I did. She said yes."

"FUCKAWESOME!" He wailed, and the smile that spread across my face was irreversible. "And you did it sober? I don't have to get you a ticket to New Zealand?"

"No, we're good."

"So where is Bellista? Can I talk to her?"

I sighed, tugging at my hair. "Ben, she a... well... Bella had an accident."

"Fuck, Teds She died, didn't she? Fuck. Fucking fucking fuck. How the fuck did--"

"No, whoa whoa... easy," I interrupted. I didn't want to think of Bella lifeless... cold. "She's fine. She back in bed resting. I'm just running out to grab some dinner."

He puffed out a cough, "Shit, Teds! Don't scare me like that! I'm glad she's okay!"

"Yeah, me too."

"So you getting hitched out there?" He asked, going back to the original subject.

"Maybe. Depends on how Bella's feeling Monday." I leaned up against the wall of the deli, shoving my hand into my pocket.

"Alice will kill you."

"It's a risk I'd be willing to take."

Ben was silent for a minute, "You're a lucky guy, Edward. I hope you realize that."

I grinned to myself. "I know. She's my everything."

"Fuck, dude. Why're you being such a chick?"

I laughed, "I can't help it. I love the girl."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see you when you get home?"

"Yeah, Ben. Sounds good."

I clicked off and headed into the deli to order dinner, still the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Bella was my everything, and she would be mine forever. Nothing would take her from me. I ordered our food and was back out the door in about a half an hour. I was walking down the street when I felt my phone go off again.

"Hello?"

"Edward?" Bella's voice sounded panicked and worried. I immediately tensed.

"Bella? Baby? What's wrong? You okay?" My mind was in overdrive. She fell, she tripped, she was bleeding. Any number of things could've happened to her.

"Nothing," she said, letting out a deep breath. "I just had this dream that you left for good and when I woke up.. and then you weren't..." She took another deep breath. "Will you be home soon?"

I sighed, "Yeah, baby. I'm right around the corner. I just went for dinner. Bella, I'm here. Okay?"

"Okay." She laughed a little, "Sorry for going spastic on you."

I laughed, walking into the lobby of our hotel. "It's okay. I want you to be okay. I'm glad you called, Sleeping Beauty."

She laughed softly into the phone. "Am not." She countered, then paused. "I was thinking... we could call Alice back with the news when you get back. She left me a pretty long voice mail wanting to know 'how I was.'" I could hear her grinning through the phone, but I cringed at the thought of telling Alice.

"Oh, yeah. Alice. Baby, I"ll be up in a second okay?"

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

I flipped my phone closed and hopped into the elevator, watching as it took it's time to get up to our floor. I opened our door and found Bella sitting on the couch with the TV on. I dropped the food on the coffee table, then leaned down to kiss her. "Hey, baby."

Bella looked up at me and smiled. "Hi love."

"How're you feeling?"

She took in a breath then nodded. "Fine... better. How're you?"

I laughed, nuzzling my nose against hers. "Fine. Are you hungry? Will you eat with me?"

Bella pressed her lips quickly to mine. "Mhm. I'm starving. Whatcha get?"

"Just some turkey sandwiches." I kissed her again and straightened up to go grab a couple bottles of water. "There's some chips in there, too."

She moved down onto the floor and began unpacking the bag. "Turkey sandwich with bacon or just plain turkey?"

"Plain. But there's cheese."

"I think I'm gonna crave bacon when I'm pregnant. Heads up." She told me as she opened a bag of chips.

I laughed, sitting down across from her. "Good to know. Hey, we're going down to city hall monday, right?"

She popped a chip into her mouth and nodded. "Yep. Which reminds me!" Bella reached over to grab her phone, and winced slightly which made me tense immediately.

"Baby, you okay? Reminds you of what?"

She beamed over at me as she put her phone on speaker and held it between us. "Calling Alice."

Oh, God.