A/N: Let's get the ball of emotions rolling...

* stares at ED *

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Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 39

BPOV

The silence is uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

I try to ignore the pain in my left leg because if I move, it'll draw his attention to me.

Slow deep breaths... in... out... in … out...

"Just go," he says, his voice sounding hoarse.

I avoid his gaze and shake my head.

I continue to watch pointless infomercials.

My bladder was the last thing on my mind... until he mentioned it.

Great! Not only does my leg hurt, now I have to piss badly. What else can happen?

"Bella, stop being stubborn and go use the restroom. It's not as if I'll be going anywhere."

Ever since he arrived at my apartment, he's been quiet, withdrawn.

He's very unpredictable when he's being moody.

Which is why it's always best to let him work things out in his mind until he gets over them... it's for the best.

I sigh in resignation and try to get up instead.

Try, being the operative word.

I grunt in effort, not gaining much ground.

With a laugh, he helps me up and walks me to the bathroom.

I want to be pissed...but at least I made him laugh.

Big improvement there.

Fuck, I am pissed.

No one told me that getting up from the couch would be such an exercise.

Not even Rosalie's devious method of exercise ever made me feel this tired.

I pee for what feels like forever, and I actually feel a few pounds lighter.

I finish cleaning up and am surprised to see that Ed is waiting for me outside the door.

My anger melts away at seeing his expression.

Without thinking about it I hug him hard, turning my body at an angle to avoid putting pressure on my growing swell.

I kiss his cheek, tighten my hold on him as his tightens on me.

I sigh his name in contentment...

Not because Tranny was stupid enough to kick him out...

Not because he actually looks heartbroken...

Not because he — for the first time, ever — looks hot in just his sleep pants.

No, none of those are reasons enough for me to want to hug and kiss him.

I hug him because when he holds his arms out to me, there is a vulnerability to him that no one has ever witnessed.

I tighten my hold because he reminds me of the little boy I used to kick ass for.

I kiss him because he is the little boy I would still do anything for.

And finally, I sigh his name because for the fist time ever, I realize that my feelings for Ed are changing.

And that is a bad, bad, thing.

A/N: Reviews are the same as Ed dressed in only sleep pants... Oh you just better leave me some luv.