A/N: Awww... you are all crushing on Edward and Bella... 3 this round...
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does, I am playing in the sandbox! ENJOY!
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EPOV
Over the next few days, I keep things light and carefree. We have had an emotional upheaval and we need time to regroup. We need time to remember what it is we feel for each other.
On a day when she is feeling exceptionally well, I take her to my house. I introduce her to Maggie who tries to put weight on her by feeding her. Bella accepts her with grace and ease and my heart is lost even more to her.
She asks me to play on my piano and when I ask her what she wants to hear, her reply makes my heart swell.
"The song, you know the one." I see the war in her. She wants to call it her song, but she's unsure.
"It's your song, you know." I play the opening notes and I watch as her body relaxes and her eyes close. As I start to sing, she mouths the words with me. The sight of her singing my song does something deep inside me. I want to cry and scream at the same time and it fucking scares me.
When the last note is sounded, she turns her tear filled eyes to me. "Thank you."
We kiss sweetly and softly. My body aches to feel her curves next to mine. To find those places that I know will make her sing with desire. Instead, I focus on pouring every ounce of my feelings for her into our kiss.
Later in the week, we take a drive along the shore of Lake Michigan. She tells me stories of her parents and growing up in a small town. I tell her about growing up with Emmett. She laughs at all the stupid shit we used to do. A part of me wants to tell her about Lizzie, but I can't. I worry about freaking her out with the idea that Lizzie died. But more than that, it's hard to share her. She is my Lizzie. I guard the memories of her so staunchly that it is hard to let it go.
It is while we are walking on the beach, hand and hand, toward the car when I feel the shift between us. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as she takes several deep breaths, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she turns to me.
"I have a chemo appointment in a few days. Can you take me?" I hear the fear of rejection of pain in her voice.
I give her hand a gentle squeeze, "Sure, not a problem. Just tell me when and where."
The relief I see in her eyes and in her body posture speaks volumes. Somewhere deep inside, she is still hesitant, apprehensive about us. I can only hope that with time she will see that I am here for her. I'm not going to leave her.
A/N: They are both trying... really hard... 2 more...