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I'm so sorry for updating so late. :( I didn't have time for anything, besides school these couple of months. Well... Happy Belated Holidays!

Thanks to my super beta, Sunray16.

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EPOV

I fidgeted anxiously in my seat as I waited for my plane to be announced. Carlisle chuckled next to me as he patted me on the shoulder. I looked to my other side and there was a woman holding her baby girl in her arms and her husband was reading a newspaper, while an old man coughed across from us and a boy ran in the bathroom.

I'd remembered what Bella told me two years ago and I had kept my promise.

Two years ago...

When I read her note, about me being... dead, I thought everything was lost and that there wasn't hope anymore. But I thought more about it and realized I still had time to change my future. I couldn't die and leave Bella alone. I couldn't die and abandon my friends and my family. So I wasn't going to die. Or at least, I hoped I wasn't...

After all these years, my love for her had just gotten stronger and I missed her so much. I kept her picture in my wallet, looking into her deep chocolate eyes whenever I wanted or felt miserable for not being with her. My parents had been very supportive and kind. And they thought Bella was the right woman for me.

Esme was much better now. She was healthy again, after months of treatment, and I was happy Carlisle was smiling again.

"Relax, Edward. Nothing is going to happen," he sighed and I shrugged nervously. "The plane isn't going to crash, ok? And from what I knew, you weren't afraid of them."

There's another thing. I hadn't told them about my 'death' or about how Bella and I had met. I thought they were going to freak out, so I decided to keep it to myself. As far as they knew, Bella and I had met in a supermarket.

"I miss her," I whispered and he nodded once, totally understanding me.

"You really love her, do you?" my dad asked and I nodded, running my fingers through my hair.

"More than my life." And I meant it.

"I truly understand you," my dad whispered, but it didn't sound like it was for me.

When my flight was announced, I grabbed my luggage and told Carlisle goodbye, giving him a man hug. Esme wasn't here with us because she was very emotional and none of this were doing her any good. Carlisle insisted that she should stay home.

I got on the plane and took my seat by the window. My heart was already up in my throat as I clenched and unclenched my hands. Only eight hours. Eight hours and you're going to see her, I thought, taking my wallet out of my pocket and looking at Bella's beautiful face.

"Is she your girlfriend? She's very pretty." I jumped at the voice. I was too nervous to realize I was sitting next to an old lady. She was smiling at me kindly.

"Yes. Thank you." I smiled too. I'd never asked her to be my girlfriend, but... I thought she was already, right? Hmm...

The plane took off five minutes later and my palms turned sweaty. Please, do me a favor and don't crash. I beg you! The fact that this wasn't the plane Bella told me to avoid made me feel a little better.

I decided to fall asleep to let the time pass more quickly. All I wanted right now was to be in New York already. This was killing me. Metaphorically.

A stewardess flashed me a big smile as she walked past me. Just eight hours, I thought with a sigh.

After four hours of flying over the Atlantic Ocean, I heard a soft snore coming from the lady next to me. Her soft snores quickly turned into violent ones and I cursed myself for forgetting my iPod in London.

I had only 2 hours, 59 minutes, and 23 seconds until we alighted. But who was counting?

"Hi, sir. Do you want something to drink or eat? Maybe a pillow?" a brown-haired stewardess asked and I shook my head.

"No, thank you. I'm fine," I said and I saw disappointment in her eyes as she left.

2 hours, 58 minutes, and 45 seconds later we were finally in New York and my heart made a flip-flop as I grabbed my luggage and got into a cab. I gave the driver my previous address - Bella's address - and tried to stay calm.

But I couldn't. My breath was uneasy and my blood was boiling in my veins. I'd been waiting for this for two whole years. What was she going to say? Would she be surprised?

When the taxi pulled over, I gave him the money and got out of the car, taking a deep breath. I looked at my watch. Was she still sleeping or was she at work? So many questions – not even one answer. Whether she was still here or not, I'd wait for her.

I took two stairs at the time and when I found myself in front of her door. I hesitated a little before I knocked.

My breath caught up in my throat when I saw her. She was even more beautiful in reality and I got lost in her deep, brown, chocolate eyes. She seemed as shocked as I was and we just stared at each other for what seemed like eternity.

"Edward...?" she whispered.

"Hi," I breathed.

Hi? Seriously? You've waited two years just to tell her hi?, I scolded myself.

"Hey," she added with a now growing smile and I realized her eyes were puffy – had she been crying?

But before I could say something, she kissed me, taking me by surprise. The moment her lips touched mine, I felt tingles go down my spine and my fingers got locked in her silky hair. We walked backward, not breaking the kiss, and I closed the front door with my foot.

Her lips were soft and warm against mine. The way our lips moved together made me want to stay in her arms forever. My hands tightened around her waist and she parted her lips, licking my bottom one with the tip of her tongue. I sighed into her mouth and allowed her entrance. Our tongues stroked, moved, and fought together as they memorized one another.

We both pulled away, gasping for air and I rested my forehead against hers. I looked into her eyes, while her breathtaking smile knocked the breath out of me.

"You're here," she whispered.

"I'm here."

We stayed like that, silent, for a while, memorizing each other's features. I noticed, amused that she had freckles on her nose, so I pressed my lips to the top of it and she giggled.

"Oh my God, you're really here."

"I kept my promise," I whispered in her ear.

I raised my eyebrows though, when she took a step backwards, biting her lip nervously and looking over me. When she finally reached my eyes, her hands caressed my face gently and I pressed my cheek into her warm palm, placing a small kiss there.

"Well, I don't think I'm dreaming. You seem to be pretty real," she sighed, relieved.

I laughed. "It's good to know that you dream about me," I leaned in to kiss her.

"Why? You doubted it?" She asked against my lips and I smiled. "I love you." My heart just jumped up in my throat.

"I love you too, Bella. Very, very much." It was so easy to forget this was the first time I saw Bella personally. She didn't seem to be uncomfortable around me, so maybe she felt the same.

After a couple of minutes of kissing and hugging, we fell on the couch and she rested her head on my chest. I locked my arms around her tiny waist, wanting to feel her body against mine.

"How much time has passed since I sent you the last note?" I asked.

"Hmm…a couple of hours."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and those have been the worst hours of my life…thinking you were dead."

"But I'm not."

"Thank God."

"I'm sorry I didn't... I didn't answer you when you told me what happened. I wasn't expecting it and I guess I freaked out because I thought everything was..."

She shook her head, pressing her finger to my lips, silencing me. "It's ok, Edward. It doesn't matter anymore."

"God, I missed you so much." I tightened my grip on her, almost crushing her against my body, but she didn't complain. She buried her face in my chest and sighed.

A couple of minutes later, she suddenly sat up, startling me in the process. She stared at me, wide-eyed.

"Emmett and Rosalie."

"Um, yeah... What about them?" I was confused.

"I talked to them yesterday. What happens now? Do they still know me? I mean, I changed the future the moment I sent you that note. But... does that imply that we haven't met yet? I mean, they haven't met me yet?"

I chuckled at her puzzled expression and babbling.

"This is important, Edward," Bella whined.

"Well, as far as I know, no, they haven't met you yet – in this reality." That seemed to calm her down a little. "But Emmett is still anxious to see you." I ran my fingers through her hair, unable to keep myself from touching her.

She nodded, smiling this time.

"One more thing." I raised my eyebrows. "Yesterday, Rosalie was pregnant." I nodded. "Is she... now?" I was about to answer her, but she continued. "Because it would be really weird to have her pregnant one day and skinny the next."

"She is pretty round right now."

"Really?"

I laughed this time and she quickly joined me. "I haven't told anyone else what was going to happen if things went the way they were supposed to. We are the only ones that know the truth. And I didn't want to tell them what their future was going to be like because it seemed that they were already happy, from what you told me. Why would I spoil everything for them?"

"That's great, Edward. Is it still a girl?"

"Yep."

"And she's scheduled to be born in April, right?"

"Exactly."

She threw her arms around my neck and squealed right into my ear. Seeing her so happy made me happy too. "You know, Carlisle and Esme can't wait to meet you."

Bella pulled away and narrowed her eyes at me. "What did you tell them? About us?"

"Oh…that you are a girl from the future who lives in my apartment and that I fell in love with you through a drawer." Her eyes widened in shock.

"And then they thought it would be a great idea to send you to a psychiatrist, right? Not even Jasper believed me, when I first told him about this, Edward," she pursed her lips. "How did your parents react to this? Do they really..."

"Shh," I laughed again, seeing her worried expression. "Relax. I was just kidding, Bella. I didn't tell them about the drawer or about the two year gap between us."

I yelped when she grabbed one of the cushions and hit me in the face with it, shaking her head in fake annoyance. "You're such a tease."

"I know," I winked. "I told them that we met in a supermarket while I was trying to buy some socks. Yeah, I know, not very romantic, but they took me by surprise and that was the first thing that crossed my mind in that moment. I wasn't expecting them to ask me about it, so...," I trailed off, shrugging.

She stared at me for a couple of seconds, amused. "You were buying socks? And what was I doing there? Helping you try them on?" She burst out laughing.

"At least Esme thought it was cute." Although, Carlisle had the same reaction as Bella. "And you were the one who bumped into me when you passed by, crashing our carts together."

"Did you make me clumsy on purpose?" She narrowed her eyes playfully at me while I grinned. "Well, I guess it doesn't sound so bad, but I have a feeling you told them that you knew I was the woman of your dreams when you first looked into my eyes." Now she was teasing me...

"Actually, I told them that you yelled at me for leaving my cart in the middle of the aisle."

"What?"

I smirked at her shocked expression. "Kidding." The cushion made once again contact with my face. When she pulled away for another blow, I caught her hands in one of mine and, although she protested, I grabbed the cushion and hid it behind me.

"Hmph," she huffed and pouted. I placed my hands on either side of her face and smiled innocently. "Maybe if you kiss me, I will stop being such a prick." My lips touched hers immediately, reveling in their softness and smoothness. If I didn't need to breathe or pee, I could sit here and kiss her forever. I really missed her.

Several hours later, I looked at the clock and realized it was almost 9pm. I guessed we had lost track of time. I sighed, frustrated, and a frown appeared between her brows.

"You have to go," she stated and I sadly nodded.

I'd called Emmett and Rose before I got on the plane and they told me I had a place to go to, now that Bella lived in my old apartment. I wished she'd tell me to stay, but... I couldn't force her; we barely met – technically.

I stood up and she groaned, but it was eclipsed by a huge yawn. I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"Do you really have to?" she mumbled, biting her lip anxiously.

"Um, I guess."

Her face fell and I realized that wasn't what she was expecting for me to say. "Oh, ok," she shrugged.

"Bella, if there is something wrong, please tell me. I'm finding very hard to read you."

She blushed again and pursed her lips. "Well, I was wondering if you really... um, have to go. You can stay here, I mean." She cleared her throat awkwardly. "This was your old apartment. Or, it still is, I guess. I'm not forcing you into anything. Just do..." she rambled, but I silenced her with a kiss.

She sighed into my mouth. "You thought I was going to say no when you are so damn cute when you stammer?" I asked rhetorically and she punched me in the shoulder. I laughed this time. "Of course, Bella. If you want me to, then I'm staying."

"Good," she breathed and then smirked. "I wasn't letting you go otherwise," she said nonchalantly.

I changed into my sweatpants and waited for Bella to come in the living room. When she got out of her room, she jumped on the couch next to me and leaned into my chest.

"I did everything. The couch is ready for me to sleep in," I said and I felt her stiffen. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbled quickly, too quickly actually – like she was expecting me to ask her that. She was so hard to read and she seemed so embarrassed about this, but I didn't know why. It was frustrating having to guess, instead of her telling me the problem.

As my eyes wandered through the room, they fell on the drawer. It was exactly as I knew it. In the same place, the same color, in the same condition. After two years, it was still hard to believe I'd met Bella through that. I chuckled to myself and that drew Bella's attention.

She looked up at me, amused, and raised one perfect eyebrow.

"Just thinking about how we met," I explained and she giggled.

"That's where all the magic began. I guess I'm going to miss it," she sighed and her eyes flickered to me. "Or not." Bella giggled. "If I have to choose between the imaginary you and the real you, well I think I'm going with the second one."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" I asked playfully as I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers.

"That's simple. I can kiss you," she grinned cheekily and I laughed lightheartedly.

"I agree with that one, Miss Swan." I grabbed her face and gave her a chaste, gentle kiss.

While we were watching a comedy, Bella's head dropped on my shoulder and her eyes started drooping. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. She yawned and sighed before closing her eyes.

"Sleep, love," I whispered, kissing her forehead.

Her breath evened out and my attention focused on her sleeping form. She had a content smile on her face and she looked so cute. She giggled, mumbling something under her breath that I didn't catch. Was she awake or just talking in her sleep? I looked at her and her eyes were closed.

I scooped her up in my arms and she wrapped hers around my neck. I opened the door to her bedroom with my elbow and placed her in the middle of the bed, under the covers.

I looked at her for a couple of seconds. Was I really here? Was this finally happening after two years of waiting? I feared she wasn't going to be here in the morning. I feared she was just a figment of my imagination. Maybe I was crazy…or just scared of losing her.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, stroking her cheek. She sighed, whispering my name and I smiled widely. I wasn't crazy. She was here. I was here. After two years, we were finally together.