A/N: It's been crazy because of the holidays so it's taken so long to get the next chapter up, sorry! I went to Florida to visit family, and I'm planning a move, etc. Sorry for this, really! But I'm back in No. VA and I'm your devoted writing slave :-)
Also, I realize that I've been writing about Patrick as if he were James... that's how I picture him in my head. So feel free to do so yourself. I want to smack myself for doing it, but... Oh well I guess that's how it goes. I start this chapter off with Edward's POV but it changes back to Bella's. Remember, it's going to fluctuate in this story, beginning really soon. Even Alice maybe. HMMM
D/C: I do not own Twilight, nor any of the characters portrayed in the book and/or movie. But I do own a package of pop tarts. I'm excited about eating them tomorrow morning.
Edward's POV
Bella had questioned why I stopped the bike in the middle of the road, but I didn't know the words to tell her. I was scared, and I needed to get home as soon as possible. I eventually forced myself into motion and started the bike again, heading with more speed towards Bella's house. Pulling up in front of her house, I forced myself to calm myself as Bella slid off the back of the bike and removed her helmet.
"Are you okay Edward?" she asked. Her eyes were creased with worry, and I hated lying to her.
"Everything's fine. I was just thinking about something I had to do for my dad. I think he's going to be mad at me, which makes me worry slightly." Bella nodded and shrugged, handing me the helmet and jacket. She leaned in for a kiss, and I felt desperate as I latched on to her lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she promised. I nodded and watched her as she headed towards her house.
"Bella!" I called out quietly. She turned and stared at me, face flushed.
"Can I join you for the dinner party tomorrow night?" Bella's face lit up and she nodded excitedly.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow!" she called out and then she was gone. I place the helmet and jacket on the back of the bike and drew in a shaky breath. I had to be there tomorrow night. I didn't know what was going to happen, but there would be no way in hell I would let Bella alone with this Patrick.
I rode home in record time, parking my bike in its spot. Walking towards the house, I saw that the light for my fathers study was still on, and I ran my hand through my hair. I had to tell Carlisle about this, I had to let him know. What would happen? Would we have to leave town? Would we have to confront the man about why he was he? Hell, I didn't even know if Patrick knew who I was.
Of course he knew.
I entered the house, heading directly for Carlisle's study. I knocked once on the door, not waiting for a reply before entering. He was sitting at his desk, reading glasses on, hovering over a thick book. His eyes darted to me and he smiled.
"Edward! Glad you're back before your mother noticed you were gone too long." I nodded, standing in the doorway, not sure what to say. Carlisle's smile wavered, and he was out of his chair within seconds.
"What happened, Edward? You're shaking." Was I? I looked down and stared at my hand. Yes, indeed I was shaking. I clenched my hand into a fist and closed my eyes.
"Dad…" I didn't know what to say. I could hear my father walk around his desk and close the door behind me.
"Edward, tell me what happened. Are you okay? Bella… is she…?" I opened my eyes and raised my gaze to his face.
"Patrick Colgan." Carlisle stared at me in confusion at the name I said, but he didn't catch on.
"Yes, son, that's the name you told me earlier. I don't understand." I ran my hand through my hair once more and started to pace.
"Patrick Colgan, dad. Patrick Colgan!" I turned to him and stared at him. "Remember back in Chicago, that horrible night? Jenna Colgan?" Carlisle paused for one solid second, and his eyes sprang open in shock.
"No!" My father's face paled instantly and I knew then that he was on the same mind path as I was.
"Dad, what do I do?" He pulled me to the couch near his desk, forcing me to sit down while he resumed the pacing.
"Why is he here?" I shrugged, wanting badly to cry, but I came to the conclusion that Carlisle wasn't talking directly to me. "Did he follow us here? What are his intentions? Does he plan on exposing us?"
"Of course he wants to expose me!" I screamed. I heard a door slam from somewhere in the house, and I knew without a doubt that Alice was heading our way.
"Edward, has Patrick said anything to you about Chicago?" Carlisle asked. I shook my head.
"No, he looked at me as if he knew though. He stared at me with such arrogance, there's no way he didn't put two and two together." I was right. Alice entered the room.
"What's going on?" she asked. I glanced at her and she immediately closed the door and sat next to me. I was grateful for my sister, my twin, my other half. She knew me better than anyone in the world, and when I was panicked, I knew she would be as well.
"Dad? Edward? What's going on?" she asked. Carlisle stepped forward and kneeled down in front of her. I didn't even have to listen to know what he would say.
"Alice, there seems to be a situation," he started, glancing at me once before continuing. "The gentleman from Chicago, Patrick Colgan, has apparently followed us to Forks." Alice's eyes went wide and she gripped my hands tightly.
"What's he going to do? What did he say?" Her words were rushed and she was indeed feeling the same urgency that our father and I were experiencing.
"Nothing yet," I muttered. I sighed and looked straight at her. "I just realized who he was, but he hasn't come straight to me yet." I let my head fall back into my hand, and I officially ignored the conversation around me. Carlisle and Alice began plotting around me, even mentioning the possibility of leaving Forks.
"I'm not leaving," I said.
"Son, you can't possibly understand…" I cut him off.
"Yes, I do understand. I understand that no matter where we go, he will follow us and try to expose me." Alice emitted a small growl, and I looked at her in surprise.
"We don't even know if he knows anything!" she yelled. "In Chicago he kept asking what he had seen, so for all we know he's just pushing the same questions! There's no way he knows anything!"
"I'll see him tomorrow," I offered. Carlisle looked confused. "Bella's father hosts a dinner for the people at the station every year apparently, and Bella is cooking it this year. Since Patrick will be at her home tomorrow night, I invited myself to be there as well." Carlisle nodded, looking happy that I had made the plans in advance.
"That's good. I need you to keep your distance though. Don't draw any attention to yourself, but watch him all the same. Maybe he won't even acknowledge anything." Carlisle was naïve, I realized. Did he really think that Patrick would ignore it all? Of course not. I shrugged though, standing and running a hand across my face. I was tired, physically and mentally exhausted from my realizations.
"Good night," I muttered as I walked from the room. As I walked towards the stairwell for my room, I could hear Alice press Carlisle for answers, but I heard none. I would ignore it all until morning.
Bella's POV
I walked through my front door after school, exhausted from the night before. I wanted to smack myself for letting my imagination run wild, but seeing Edward at school today just confirmed that he was indeed acting strange, and my worries were not fabricated.
When Edward surprised me last night with the bike ride, I was excited. When he took me to the lake, I felt peaceful. When I told him I loved him, I was scared. When he told me he loved me too, I was ecstatic. Everything was falling into place, and I was thrilled. But a switch in Edward's brain flipped, and he was different now. I couldn't place my finger on it, and I had to give him credit when it came to me. He was careful not to let me think his change in demeanor had to do with me. Today in school he was still loving, holding my hand and looking at me with bright eyes. It was when he thought that I wasn't looking that concerned me. His eyes were far away, and he was almost detached from his body.
I asked him several times if he was okay, and each time he brushed off my concern with a wave of his hand and a kiss to my forehead. 'Not to worry', he said. But when I saw Alice keep her eyes on him all day, a look of panic in her eyes, I knew something was up. But I refused to push. If it was a family problem, it was none of my business.
I forced myself to forget it all, at least for the next couple of hours. I had a dinner to prepare for Charlie's work, and I was pressed for time. Thankfully I had done all of the shopping prior to today, so all I had to do was the actual cooking. I laughed to myself when I opened the refrigerator, suddenly feeling like I was cooking a Thanksgiving dinner. Close, I realized. There, sitting on the middle shelf, was a brown sugar ham. Just like mom used to make. I got to work, pushing the thoughts that plagued my mind aside.
Cooking had always calmed me, no matter what it was that I was making and how bad or good the result ended up being. My mind immediately became lost in measurements and seasoning of meats and vegetables. When the doorbell rang, it caused me to jump and drop a corn on the cob on the linoleum. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was already five o'clock. Shit! I had an hour until everyone started to arrive.
"Coming!" I yelled when the doorbell rang again. I grabbed the corn off the floor and threw it into the sink so I could clean it off, grabbing a dish towel on my way to the door. Throwing it open, I was shocked to find Patrick Colgan standing at the door.
"Patrick!" I exclaimed. "This is a surprise. You're early." He smiled and nodded, gesturing to the dish he held in his hand.
"I know, sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I thought you might need some help. Charlie mentioned you were preparing the entire dinner by yourself." I smiled and motioned for him to come in. I closed the door behind him and led the way to the kitchen. Turning to look at him, I noticed he was dressed in khaki slacks and a blue button down shirt. His hair was freshly washed, and I saw that a few strands of his hair were dark with dampness. I blushed when I realized I was staring at him, and I motioned towards the dish he held.
"So what did you bring?" I asked, grabbing the corn from the sink to wash off. Patrick set the dish on the kitchen table and shrugged.
"I brought brownies, thought maybe desert would be something you can't have too much of." I laughed and nodded.
"You're right. I made apple pie and got vanilla ice cream. I guess now people can have a choice what their ice cream goes on." Patrick sat down at one of the chairs and watched me as I finished putting the corn in a pan. I needed to put it in the oven in half an hour, and I made a mental note not to forget.
"I think apple pie sounds a lot better than my brownies," Patrick said. I smiled and turned to brush off his compliment. But I noticed that he was openly staring at me. I hadn't had the chance to get ready for the dinner, so I was still in black jeans and a long sleeved red shirt. My hair was hanging in my face in strands, and normally I would think I looked horrible. But the way Patrick was looking at me, made me feel like a piece of meat. I was uncomfortable with this.
"So, what can I help with?" he said suddenly. I flushed and looked around at the food covered counter. My eyes landed on the potatoes and tin foil, and I figured that was something he could do where he was, all the way across the kitchen. Away from me.
"You can wrap the potatoes in tin foil so I can put them in the oven." Patrick nodded, but before I could take them to him, he was standing up and rolling the sleeves of his shirt so they wouldn't get dirty. I swallowed hard, thinking he was standing much too close to me.
We stood in silence for what seemed to be hours, but my posture never relaxed.
"So when did you move to Forks?" Patrick spoke up. I jumped at the sound of his voice and mentally shook my head. I had to get over this, I thought.
"Um, a couple months ago. My mom and her husband moved overseas, so I moved in with my dad." Patrick nodded, so I took the silence as a moment to take the potatoes he finished and put them in the oven. He sat back down at the table and I turned to him.
"When did you get here?" I asked. Patrick glanced at me and smiled.
"Well, I've lived in the area for a while now, probably a year, but only currently took the job at the station around the same time you moved here I suppose." Just then, my cell phone beeped across the room. I smiled and excused myself, happy for the interruption. Looking down at my phone, I saw that I had two texts. My brow furrowed, wondering when I missed the first notice. I sighed and looked at the most recent text, smiling when I saw it was from Edward.
On my way. Love E.
I smiled and replied quickly.
Can't wait. Patrick's here helping. It's weird. Love u- B.
I scrolled back to the texts and read the one I had missed. When I saw who it was from, I almost dropped the phone. Kaiden. Shit, shit, shit! I hadn't heard from him in so long, since the day Edward revealed his gift to me. My fingers shook as I opened the text.
Enjoy dinner. I miss you Bella. – Kaiden
Well fuck. My head started to pound, and I sighed when my phone started to vibrate in my hand. Edward. I opened his text and groaned.
He's there?! I'll be there in two minutes- E.
I threw the phone down and turned around to see Patrick staring at me. I suddenly had too many men in my life, and I wanted all but one of them gone. Patrick's blue eyes were staring me down, almost as if trying to see into my very soul and it bothered me greatly. The only person I wanted to look at me even close to that was Edward, and when he got here, he would flip if he saw my father's co-worker staring at me like that.
"Edward's on his way," I muttered, walking towards the oven.
"You two pretty serious, huh?" Patrick asked. I didn't like the tone of his voice, almost holding an underlying meaning.
"Yes, very," I said. Why did he care? Why was it his business? My stomach twisted, and I was suddenly nervous.
"That's too bad," Patrick said. I froze. I was such an idiot. I was in the house alone with this guy.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, setting the ham on the stovetop. Patrick stood up then, walking to lean against the counter next to me. My heart was pounding and I could feel the fluttering in my stomach turn to actual pains.
"Just unfortunate that he had to get someone close to him, that's all." I turned to him with complete confusion. What did that mean? I opened my mouth to question him, perhaps to even kick him out of the house, but the door burst open then.
"Edward," I breathed. He was standing in the front hall, looking breathless and pissed off.
"Hey honey, so glad Patrick could grace you with his early presence." The look of hatred and fury in Edward's eyes were directed right at Patrick, and I looked back and forth between the two before I stomped my foot in aggravation. Patrick's eyes were mirroring Edward's look, and I wanted to know why.
"What is going on?" I asked. Edward smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"Absolutely nothing, Bella. Patrick here can have a seat in the living room, and I can help you finish up in the kitchen." I sighed, seeing that Patrick was going along with what Edward said. Patrick walked past him and around the corner, and I saw Edward take a deep breath.
"Edward," I whispered, taking a step towards him, "what the hell is going on?" Edward ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
"I'm sorry for coming in here like that. It's not my place and I apologize." What the hell? "I just didn't want you alone with him. I'll explain later." Later? I opened my mouth to disagree, and Edward interrupted me.
"Later, my love." I rolled my eyes and stepped back to finish the preparations. Within minutes I had everything set up in a buffet style, and I turned to run upstairs to get ready. I glanced at Edward and noticed he was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt. His black tie was loose on his neck, and I wasn't sure if it was a style choice or if he was in such a hurry to get here that he wasn't able to finish.
"You look nice, by the way." Edward blushed at my compliment, and I turned to get changed. I didn't want to leave the two men alone, but I had no choice. It didn't take me long to get cleaned up and changed into a black dinner dress, but I was heading back down the stairs in no time at all. My father would be home any minute, and the other people from the station would be following behind.
Hitting the top step, I paused when I heard low voices from downstairs. I slowly descended a few stairs until I could see into the living room. Patrick and Edward were standing face to face, looks of fury on both of their faces. Should I go down to break this fight apart?
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Edward whispered angrily. He knew my father invited him, why would he ask that?
"You know why," Patrick snarled, and I jumped at the malice I heard in his voice. "I told you years ago that I would expose you, and I plan to stand by that." Edward somehow drew himself up another few inches, and was looming over Patrick.
"How dare you? We had to leave Chicago because of you," Edward hissed, "and I'll be damned if I have to force my family to leave again!" I gasped. Who was this Patrick man? How did Edward know him?
"I'm not asking you to leave," Patrick continued, jabbing a finger into Edward's shoulder. "But I will warn you, that I will find out what you're hiding and I'll expose you. You killed Jenna, and you'll regret it." Edward shot his hand forward and latched onto Patrick's wrist, bringing his hand back at an awkward angle.
"I didn't kill your fucking wife!" Edward snapped. I was shocked to see the craze that flooded Edward's eyes. "I was thirteen, and I was trying to help! It was your fault for driving the way that you did!" Oh my god. Oh my God! This was the man from Chicago! I felt ill, seeing this man who tried to ruin Edward's life, standing in my living room. He had followed him all the way across the country, moved into this town, worked for my father, and lied to us all. I had enough of this.
I started to walk down the stairs, making my footsteps audible. The men backed away from each other, and Edward dropped Patrick's wrist. I was furious about the man standing there, trying to ruin Edward's life, and I would not let it continue. Hence, my entrance.
"Has anyone arrived yet?" I said loudly, hearing the annoyance laced in my own voice. Edward glanced at me once before turning to Patrick.
"No, Patrick here is the only one we've been lucky to have in our company." I could hear the sarcasm in Edward's voice, but unlike before, I welcomed and understood it. He had every reason to be angry, and I would probably end up encouraging the emotion.
"Well that's just great," I said, looking at Edward, trying hard to show him with my eyes that I now understood everything. Just then the door opened and my father walked in.
"Dad!" I was thrilled he was home. I could tell Edward looked slightly calmer as well. His eyes narrowed slightly before he turned away from Patrick, and he gave my father a tight smile.
"Hello Chief Swan," he said. Charlie glanced at me and stopped inside the doorway. I knew my face gave away my emotions, and he probably wondered what the hell was going on. I was still on my perch on the stairs, and Edward and Patrick were still face to face.
"Good evening everyone."
"Charlie," Patrick grinned and stepped forward, extending his hand, "I was just helping Bella and Edward here with preparations for tonight.
"Hardly," I snapped. The three men turned to me and I saw shock on each of their faces. I knew none of them expected the venom laced word to leave my lips, hell even I didn't expect it.
"Bella..." Charlie started to say, but I rolled my eyes and turned to Patrick.
"Thank you for showing up early to help, but as you can see I finished everything. You can have a seat in the living room until the other guests arrive." And with that I finished my trip down the stairs and bypassed the three gawking men and into the kitchen. My blood was boiling, and I was scared that I would disappoint my father even more by being rude to Patrick. I just didn't know how to act around him anymore. I now knew the truth about Chicago and how he chased Edward and his family away. He was the reason they all came here. I didn't want to complain, because I had him here with me. But why did Patrick have to continue his hunt across the country? Why couldn't he leave it all alone? Why would someone try so hard to ruin someones life? It was a mystery to me.
"Bella?" Edward's voice sounded from behind me. I gripped the counter top and watched as my knuckles whitened under the pressure. Edward's hands circled my waist and pushed me back into his chest. He was my wall of comfort, my blanket of safety.
"Why didn't you tell me that Patrick was the man from Chicago?" I whispered. Edward's arms tightened and I heard him sigh.
"I didn't know until last night." So that was what happened when we were on the bike. That was why he started to act differently.
"I didn't recognize him immediately," Edward continued softly, "but last night I remembered. And I don't know why he's doing this." I sighed and turned in his arms, looking into his golden eyes before melting into his touch. I didn't know what to do, or if I should even try to take this situation into my own hands. But one thing I did know was that my father needed to know something.
"I need to tell my dad," I muttered into Edward's shoulder. I could feel him tense, and I braced myself for the harsh words that would come. I glanced quickly over his shoulder and saw that Charlie and Patrick were in the living room watching the television and laughing about something on the television.
"No!" Edward hissed. "Are you crazy? Why would you tell your father this? You said you wouldn't tell anyone, and I can't loose you..."
"Edward!" I stopped him. What the hell? His eyes were wild, and I could see the panic all over his body. "Edward, no, listen. I need to tell him that Patrick is crazy, not anything about you." I waited for him to calm down, but I could see that it was going to be hard.
"Hey," I soothed him, "I wouldn't tell anyone about you, I swear on my own life. But I need to tell Charlie something. There's no way someone like that can work as a police officer in this town. We need to tell him something." Edward nodded, and I stood, running my hands along his arms to calm him. I could tell immediately that my touch was calming him, but I didn't know how much. Just then my phone beeped from its position on the kitchen counter and I groaned. Pulling away from Edward's touch for just a second, I grabbed the phone and leaned back into Edward's touch. Glancing at the phone, I saw that I had one text message. Opening it, I felt sick.
Did you miss me Bells? I miss you. When do I get to see you again? - Kaiden
"Shit," I muttered. Edward didn't even wait to ask permission before he grabbed the phone out of my hand. One look at the text and he was furious.
"What the fuck!" he all but yelled. I could see Charlie and Patrick look in our direction, but I didn't acknowledge them.
"Edward, please stay calm." It didn't work though.
"Stay calm? Really?!" Edward was clearly angry, and his chest was moving in quick breaths. The grip he had on my phone made me wonder if he would break it, and for a fleeting moment I questioned my phones warranty.
"How long as this been going on?" Edward snapped. I opened my mouth to answer, but I guess one second was not fast enough to answer him. "Bella!"
"Hey! Calm down for a second!" I forced myself to breathe and not overreact like Edward obviously was. "I just got the first text from him right before you sent me one saying you were on your way. All it said was 'Hope you have a good dinner' or something like that. This is the second time he contacted me." Edward set my phone down behind me and hung his head to where his forehead touched my shoulder. I reached my hand up to run through his hand and leaned in to rub his back. He was stressed, I knew this. The last thing he needed was Kaiden to start something.
"What does he want?" Edward whispered into my shoulder.
"I don't know," I answered honestly, "but I promise that if anything else happens, I will tell you." Edward nodded, and we stood in my kitchen, just holding each other.
The doorbell rang then, and I groaned. This was no longer the time, and I was no longer in the mood to help host this dinner.
"Let's start this night." Edward rolled his eyes at my words and we moved to help greet everyone. With the entire station there, the walls seemed to be bursting at the seams. Jacob was there, uniform and all, and I could tell that he didn't feel comfortable around Edward. Hell, I was pretty sure the last time they had seen each other had been when Jacob paid him a little visit about what Kaiden had said. The police station was deserted at the moment, but Jacob and two of the deputies, Mark and Allen, were on call.
Food was served, and everyone sat at the table I had extended out. Doing a swift count, I stopped at thirteen. Thirteen people from the station, and that was what protected our town. Fuck, we're doomed, I mused. There was laughter, there were jokes, and there was drinking of beer (at least for the off duty officers). Overall it should have been a fun event, a hearty dinner, and a great chance to chat with the people my dad worked with. But instead I sat beside a silent Edward, who sat across from an overly chatty Patrick. And every time Patrick would open him mouth and laugh about something or break into a conversation, Edward would cringe and glare at him. On several occasions I saw Edward's fork shake before I could reach out and pick it up. The last thing we needed was the fork to fly across the table and stab Patrick in the forehead.
"Edward, could you pass a baked potato?" Mark asked. Edward reached for the pan that held them and started to hand them back to Mark when Patrick pipped in.
"Wouldn't it be neat if we could just move the potato with our minds? That way we could just save ourselves the hassle of doing anything strenuous?" The table went silent, and everyone stared at Patrick. Thankfully, the looks were all saying the same thing: 'Crazy!' But Edward and I were staring at him in shock. Did he just say that in front of everyone? I glanced over to Jacob and saw that his face was red. Shit. I didn't know how to cover this up.
"Yeah, in a world where lazy people can't lift a damn potato," my dad finally said. The table erupted in laughter, and I smirked. Just then Edward's hand flexed and I gasped when Patrick's hand flew back and smacked his own face. The fork that was tightly gripped in that hand fell to the table with a clatter and Patrick let out a small yell.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Charlie asked. Patrick shook his head and glared at Edward. Looking over at him, I saw that Edward's face matched Patrick's. They were both glaring and everyone could see it. A showdown, right in the middle of my house. And no one knew what it was about.
"Edward," I whispered, setting my hand on his arm. I could see Jacob strike up a conversation at his end of the table, diverting the attention of several people away from us. I was grateful, and wondered briefly if he understood what he was doing. Patrick finally looked away from Edward, and I sighed when the chair across from us scraped against the floor as Patrick stood up.
"I hate to cut tonight short," he said, "but I have to get going. Chief, the meal was fantastic. Bella, you did a fantastic job cooking it." That was all the signal everyone needed. Soon, everyone was saying their goodbyes and I was cleaning up. I did notice, however, that Patrick had not left yet. He was standing in the doorway, speaking to Jacob, glancing at Edward every few seconds as if he were waiting for something.
And he was.
Edward made his way past Patrick and out the door, signaling a response from the other man. Patrick said his last words to Jacob and made his way out the door behind Patrick. I could feel the dread was through me at the thought of another confrontation, and I needed to be there with them when this happened. I had to be the middle ground, or something could get out of hand. By the time I made my way outside and saw the two men next to the tree, they were already in a heated discussion. Patrick was leaning close to Edward's face, his lips drawn into a scowl. I could see anger all but radiating off of Edward, and I knew that if he didn't get his emotions in check that something would happen. There were too many people around for a car to go flying in the air because he became mad. Walking closer, I heard the words I knew I would hear.
"I'll tell every last person in this town about you, if it's the last thing I do," Patrick growled.
"And what exactly are you going to tell them?" Edward asked. "That I can make forks smack you in the face?" Don't laugh, I told myself, don't laugh. The two didn't notice that I was there, and if they did, they had decided to ignore me.
"I'll ruin you, you arrogant son of a bitch. I'll make sure everyone knows about your damn secret." Edward stepped back just one step and cocked his head to the side. The look that washed over his face was eerie, almost unsettling.
"What secret?" Edward whispered. His voice was soft when he said this, and had I not known anything I would have believed that Edward had nothing to hide. A chill ran down my arms, and I stepped forward.
"This is not the place for this," I said softly. Patrick didn't look at me, only nodding once in my direction and stormed away to his car. Edward looked after him until the back of the car disappeared around the corner.
"I think we should tell my dad," I said. My voice sounded so strange in the quiet air, and I wondered for a moment if he had heard me. His face was sad and I could see the tired look on his face. His clothes hung gracefully on his body, and had it not been for the gravity of the moment, I would have wanted to feel his body through his shirt.
"Yes," Edward finally said. "It's time to tell your dad."
DUN DUN DUN and Kaiden is back. Missed him, did you?
Again, I promise to update ASAP. Please don't desert me when I have such a wonderful ending coming!