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Chapter 35: New Place

Bella's POV

I put on an old t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. We were painting the garage today, and knowing Emmett, I'd be covered in paint by the end of the day. I pulled on a thick jacket before leaving the apartment. It was the last day of September, and the air was cold. It was going to be interesting trying to paint with the bay door open. Edward was outside in the Volvo waiting in the warmth for me. I hurried down after locking the door and greeted him with a kiss. I asked him to pop the trunk so I could toss in the box of supplies I had.

"Are you excited?" he asked as I buckled in and we pulled away.

"Sure," I answered. "I'm excited that this is really happening for her. She's wanted this for so long and didn't think things would fall together so quickly."

The week after we returned from the wedding Carlisle had called and wanted to talk with Rosalie. She took the phone into her room and came back into the living room an hour later with a stunned but happy face. He and Esme had been talking and decided that if Rosalie was interested, they wanted to buy a garage in Seattle to give to her. They liked that she had a goal and plan to reach it and wanted to help out. All they expected in return was to be kept in the loop on how the business was running.

*****

"Rose, this is so great!" I exclaimed as I jumped up to hug her.

"Yeah," she answered as she lightly hugged me back.

"Your own garage, Rose. It'll be yours! You can have the door with the rose on it and the office in pink and red." She sat down on the couch, and I sat next to her. "Isn't this good?"

"It's wonderful. I know it is. I just always thought it'd take forever. I haven't even been out of school for six months."

"You deserve this Rose. It's a great opportunity."

"What about Emmett?"

"What about him?"

"What if we don't work out? This is his dad we're talking about. Will he be so willing if Emmett and I aren't together?" I looked at her incredulously before shaking my head.

"First, the idea of you and Emmett not being together is ridiculous. You two fit each other like a glove. You love him, and the man is so obviously head over heels in love with you. If he asked you to marry him tomorrow, you'd say yes." She smiled almost shyly blushed. Rosalie Hale blushed! "Second, Carlisle has a good head on his shoulders. He wouldn't let something personal influence his business, and this is not a dumb decision.

"You know what you're doing. You know cars better than any man I know. You have the education to back it up. You're very intelligent and have the smarts to run a business. Hell, you already run a business. This is a smart decision on his part, and you'd be stupid to pass it up." We sat in silence for a few moments.

"You're right," she whispered. I smiled widely. "I need to go talk to Emmett."

"Go." She hugged me again before grabbing her keys and heading to Edward and Emmett's apartment.

*****

She came back from Emmett's four hours later, hair and clothes disheveled and a mega-watt smile on her face. She said Emmett had been very happy and excited for her and insisted they celebrate early. The actual talking had only lasted twenty minutes. I knew he wouldn't argue. He only wanted his Rosie to be happy. We called Alice and she came over for us to celebrate with Rosalie's favorite, margaritas and Mexican food. It was a fun night. At least, what I could remember of it was fun.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Edward asked. "It's pretty cold outside, and it's going to be windy."

"I'll be okay, babe," I told him. "It's not like we're going to be doing this often. It's just one day. She opens in two days. I want to be able to help her out."

"Okay. Just let me know if it gets too cold for you. You were sick less than a week ago. I don't want you relapsing."

"I'll take care of myself. I promise." He smiled at me, kissed my hand, and then focused back on the road. He was always so overprotective when I got sick. "How were classes today?" He'd been attending classes for just at five weeks now.

"They were good. I really enjoyed my Physician and Society class. We're starting to talk about the media's effect on the perception of physicians. Dr. Denali came in to lecture. It was cool to see him in a different setting. I never really thought of him as a teacher before. It was a little disadvantageous though."

"How come?"

"He knew my name, therefore, he called on me a lot. I think everyone looks at me as some kind of threat now."

"Threat?"

"Like I'm the one to beat."

"Well, you are. You're smart, and you have an upper hand having worked in the medical profession." He pulled up outside of the garage. "It's okay to be smart. I think it's sexy." I smiled over at him waiting for him to relax. He flashed his crooked smile and kissed me.

"I love you."

"I love you more." He chuckled.

"Not possible." I jumped as someone slapped their open palm on the hood.

"Let's go lovebirds," Emmett yelled. "We got a garage to paint." He opened my door and pulled me out of the seat and hoisted me over his shoulder. I giggled as I heard Edward get out of the car and start berating Emmett about hitting his car.

"Put me down Emmey," I said as I hit his back without much enthusiasm. I knew he wouldn't drop me.

"The car is fragile," Edward continued to rant. "You have to be careful with her."

"What about manhandling your girlfriend?" I asked. "Does that not matter as much as your precious car?"

"Baby, you know I love you," he defended himself, "but he knows you're precious cargo. Hell, he thinks you're his little sister."

"She is," Emmett interrupted.

"He's not going to hurt you. The car however, he's not as nice to." I saw Rosalie's legs and smirked when I heard the loud smack of her hand meeting the back of Emmett's head.

"Ow, babe. What the hell was that for?"

"Put her down. I need your big, strong muscles," she said. He immediately set me down on my feet, and I swayed as the blood rushed from my head. Edward steadied me then punched Emmett in the arm.

"Be careful with her," he warned. Emmett just laughed and ruffled my hair.

"She's fine," he said before walking away.

"Let's get started," Angela said excitedly while rubbing her hands together. We shed our jackets and grabbed paintbrushes. Edward and Ben grabbed the paint buckets, paint pans, painter's tape, and a drop cloth.

"Don't get ahead of yourselves," Edward said. "We have to tape the room off first." They carried everything into the break room and sat it on the table. Rosalie and Emmett had already moved everything to the center of the room. Ben grabbed the painter's tape and started taping off the window. Edward grabbed another roll and started taping off the baseboards. Angela and I sat on the table to wait.

"How's the house coming along?" I asked her. Ben had moved into Angela's apartment after the wedding. They were still discussing whether they wanted to settle in Seattle or Port Angeles at the time of the wedding, so he just moved in with her until they made a decision. Three weeks after marrying, they both decided they wanted to stay in Seattle. Last week they found 'the perfect house' and began negotiations.

"I feel good about it," she said. "We put in a final offer last Friday. They're supposed to make a decision by this Friday."

"Two days and you'll know if you have you house. It's kind of surreal."

"You're telling me," Ben piped up. "I never realized how much goes into buying a home before. It's a long process."

"If they accept your offer, how long until you get the keys?"

"Two weeks," Angela said dreamily. We tilted our heads together while she talked about the house. "It's beautiful, Bella." She laughed at that. I closed my eyes so I could picture it. "The first floor has a living room, den, kitchen, dining room, two bedrooms, and one and a half baths. Upstairs has three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom is downstairs with an en suite bathroom. It's huge and has an infinity bathtub, privacy door for the toilet, and a two-head shower."

"That's a lot of bedrooms," I said. I heard a click and opened my eyes to see Alice with a camera. She giggled and ran from the room.

"We want a big family. I've got two brothers, and Ben has three brothers. We both grew up in busy households. I couldn't imagine it being any other way." I closed my eyes again to imagine their family. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"What about the house you want? How many kids do you want?" I sat up a bit stunned at her question. What did I want? I looked over at Edward to see he had stopped working and was watching me.

"Honestly?" I looked over to see Angela nodding. "I don't know. I never thought I'd want to date anyone before Edward, so I never thought I'd get married. Which means, I never thought about a house, because to me a house means a family, and I never thought I could have a family."

"You can have a family, Bella." Angela wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a comforting hug. "You can have as many kids as you want in whatever house you want." Was it too soon to see all that with Edward? I laughed at her simple answer. I felt two hands settle onto my thighs. I looked up to see Edward smiling at me softly.

"She's right," he said. "You can have whatever you want. We'll figure it out." I blushed and leaned forward to kiss him. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "We can talk about this later, together." I nodded as he pulled back and went back to work. I heard Angela let out a small sigh. I looked over to see her smiling widely. She lowered her voice so only I could hear her.

"If that wasn't a declaration, I don't know what is," she whispered. I could feel my eyes burning with tears. All I could do was nod.

"Okay, this wall is ready to paint," Ben declared as he stepped back with a proud smile.

"Oh, honey," Angela said. "You did a great job. Go help Edward finish. Come on, Bella. Let's paint this thing." I hopped off the table, paintbrush in hand, and joined Angela.

"Love," Edward said as he walked over. "A paintbrush isn't going to do it. You need to use a roller."

"But I don't like those," I whined. "They touch the ceiling without you realizing it. It only creates problems."

"You just have to be patient and careful." He kissed my nose as I frowned.

"How about I use the roller, and you can work on the edges of things with the paintbrush?" Angela said.

"That's a great idea," I said with a smile. "Angela, you're so smart."

"I know. It's why Ben loves me." We giggled as the boys shook their heads.

We started painting after that. I enjoyed the tediousness of working carefully on the edges. I had the patience and didn't mind the unhurried pace it required. Emmett eventually came out to help us paint. At one point, Edward came over and turned me to him before squeezing my ass. I squeaked. He smiled sheepishly and kissed me deeply as a distraction. It worked. Alice and Rosalie were working on the office, and it was not going to be unveiled until complete. All we knew was that it was going to be pink and black. They had bared the door to ensure no one tried to peek.

We were almost done with the room by 8:00pm. All that was left was to remove the tape and drop cloth and replace the electrical covers. Rosalie wanted to save the leftover paint in case it was needed for touch-ups in the future. Emmett grabbed the rollers and paintbrushes and said he was going to wash them out in the bathroom. I told him to wait and grabbed the keys from Edward. I got the box from the trunk and brought it into the break room.

"The paint is latex-based," I told him. "You can't wash it down the sink. It's unsafe. The brushes and rollers have to be thrown away." He started walking to the trashcan. "Wait!" They have to be dry before you can throw them away. Put them in the box." He looked at me strangely, but did it nonetheless. We had one empty can of paint. I placed it on the table too. I poured the kitty litter over the brushes and rollers and into the bottom of the paint can.

"What are you doing?" Emmett asked as he scratched his head. "The litter absorbs the paint and helps it dry faster."

"Why do you know this?"

"I looked it up." He looked at me with an amused smile. "What?"

"Only you would look something like this up." He shook his head and walked into the garage. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him.

"Excuse me." I turned to see a middle-aged man standing at the bay doors.

"Hello," I greeted him with a smile. "How can we help you?"

"I'm looking for the owner. Are you him?" he asked Emmett.

"Nope," he said with a huge smile. "I'm just the muscle. I'll get the owner for you." He walked over to the office and knocked softly. He said something to the door and came back over to us. Rosalie walked out and over to the man.

"I'm Rosalie," she said as she extended her hand to shake.

"Oh!" the man said in a surprised tone. "I'm sorry. You're just not what I was expecting." She looked at him curiously. "I'm sorry. I'm Stephen. I went to Rick's to get my car looked at. He said he was swamped and said I should come here. He said that his head mechanic was opening a shop."

"That's me. I was his head mechanic for a few years. Expecting a man?"

"He called you Ro. I just assumed."

"No worries. What can I do for you?"

"Do you have time to take a look at my car? I'm taking my wife on a trip next week and I want to get it checked out before attempting a long drive."

"When are you leaving?"

"Tuesday."

"I don't actually open until Friday. Can you bring it in then?"

"Would four be okay?"

"Sure. I'll take a quick look and have you out of here in no time."

"Thanks. I'll see you then." When we heard his car door slam shut, Alice, Angela, and I rushed her in a hug.

"You're first customer," Alice said excitedly. "We should have taken a picture of him." Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Don't you dare do anything like that," Rosalie warned. "I don't want you scaring off customers." Alice pouted until Jasper pulled her into his side. Rosalie looked at Edward with a smirk. "Possessive much?" He smirked back and shrugged. I looked between them curiously. Alice rolled her eyes and pulled me over to a mirror. She turned me so my back was to it and pointed for me to look. There on my ass were two pink hand prints the size of Edward's hands. I scowled at him. "What the hell? I loved these jeans."

"I love them even more now," he said with a pleased smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Can we see the office now?" I asked Rosalie choosing to ignore the issue at hand.

"Yes. It's all done." Angela and I hurried to the office. Everyone else laughed at us.

I opened the door to see Rosalie and Alice's secret project. The walls were a deep pink, deeper than the break room. The desk, file cabinet, and cabinets were all white. A white Mac sat on top of the desk. The desk chair was black with an elaborate leaf design and matched a small foot ottoman. The rug matched the chair pulling the whole room together nicely. The wall, I remembered them saying, would have pictures with black frames. It was feminine but professional looking as well.

"Rose, it looks great," I told her.

"It really does," Angela chimed in.

"Thanks. I was worried about it, but I think it turned out great."

"Let's go to dinner to celebrate," Ben said.

"I want beer and a Tutta Bella pizza," Rosalie said.

"That sounds good," I agreed. "I haven't been to Tutta Bella's in a while."

"Tutta Bella it is then. Let's go," Emmett said.

Dinner was great, and it was nice to have dinner with everyone. Angela and Ben told us more about the house, and Alice informed us that we had Halloween plans. She was going to be in charge of costumes, and there would be no arguing with her. She always made me nervous when she said stuff like that. Edward took me home after dinner and went home since he had class the next day.

When I woke the next morning, I dressed and pulled out the stuff to make cookies for the station. It'd been a while since I'd been there to cook, so I figured I would take them something sweet. I had decided to make Butterscotch Cookies, Mud Pie Cookies, and Gluten-Free Apple Butter cookies for Nathan. I still couldn't believe he didn't tell me he was allergic to wheat. I made sure to make something specifically for him each time I cooked. I clipped my phone to my jeans and plugged in the headphones before calling Esme to talk as I cooked. I really needed to talk to her about some things.

"Hello," she answered on the third ring.

"Hi Esme," I said with a smile. "Is now a good time to talk?"

"Hello, dear. Now is perfect. I'm actually driving to Billy's." I measured out the dry ingredients for the Butterscotch Cookies.

"That's one of the things I was calling about. How are things going? Do you need another check yet?"

The judge had awarded me a lot of money during the trial. I was taking the year off to focus on writing, but that still left a large sum left over. I had talked with Esme about what I wanted. I told her I wanted to help Billy since Jacob wasn't around to take care of him like usual. Esme had been working on remodeling houses to be handicap accessible already, so this wasn't an unusual request. She was remodeling Billy's house to better suit him. I was footing the bill.

"Things are going great. We've already widened the doors and lowered the kitchen counters. Today we're going to redesign the bathroom. Then all that will be left will be widening the hall."

"That's great." I measured the brown sugar and shortening to beat. "Do you need more money?"

"Not yet. The last check has covered everything so far." She went on to tell me all the details. She got so excited when she talked about her projects, and I loved listening to her talk about them. I was dropping the dough onto a cookie sheet by the time she winded down from her speech. "I'm sorry. I've been talking your head off."

"Don't apologize. I love hearing about the project."

"So, how did everything go at the garage yesterday?"

"Great. Alice took pictures. When she e-mails them to me, I will forward them on you."

"What are you up to today?"

"I'm making cookies for the station then I'm going to work on the book."

"Is everything okay, Bella? You sound like you have something on your mind."

"I do." I pushed the cookie sheet into the oven and set the alarm before sitting on the barstool. "Some things came up in conversation yesterday that I hadn't really thought about. I was wondering if I could talk to you about it."

"Sure, dear. You can ask me anything."

"Angela and Ben are buying a house. She was telling me about it; it's a five bedroom house. So, the subject of kids was brought up. Then she asked me what I wanted in a house, and if I wanted kids." I guess to some it would be weird that I was talking about this with my boyfriend's mother, but after learning about her similar past, I knew she'd be the one that could give me answers.

"What did you say?"

"The truth. I said before I'd met Edward, I didn't think I'd ever get married. Therefore, I didn't think about a house or kids."

"That's understandable. It's a huge paradigm shift."

"Now that I have Edward, though, I can think about that. Then I get scared, because I want kids, I really do, but I don't know if I could have them. My doctor said the trauma caused some damage. She'd have to do a more thorough exam to be sure, but there's a possibility I might not be able to carry."

"That is a possibility."

"Is it okay that I'm talking to you about this?"

"Of course, Bella. I'm glad you trust me enough to ask." I picked up an oven mitt to occupy my hands.

"What if I can't? I've seen Edward with kids, with Corrine. He's brilliant with them, and he's going to be a pediatrician. Kids are important to him. He won't want me if I can't have kids."

"Oh, Bella. Edward loves you. All he cares about is you. As long as he has you, that's all that matters. The rest is just details."

"If it's kids that he wants, I want to be able to give that to him."

"Then you'll adopt." There was a pause. "Bella, you're getting ahead of yourself. You're not even sure you can't have kids. All this worry could be for nothing."

"I just don't want to lose him."

"You won't. He won't let you. Have you talked to him about this yet?" The timer went off on the oven. I stood to pull out the cookies and put in the next batch.

"Not yet."

"Talk to him, Bella. He'll be the only one that can sooth your fears."

"Was Carlisle disappointed when you two were told you couldn't conceive?"

"He was sad, because he knew it was something I wanted. He wasn't upset though. He told me I was all that mattered. It took me a while to come to terms with everything, but knowing Carlisle was there and loved me eventually set in, and I believed him. He was very persistent." I sighed.

"Thank you."

"You're more than welcome."

"I'm going to let you go. I'm sure you've been sitting outside of Billy's for a while."

"This was more important. Call me whenever you need to, Bella."

"I will. Bye."

I felt a little better after having talked to Esme. She was right. Only Edward could reassure me. We just needed to talk about it. I finished making the cookies and loaded them into containers before leaving for the station. I arrived around 4:00. I took the desserts straight to the kitchen. I greeted William as I put the containers on the counter.

"Hi William," I said.

"Hi Bella," he said as he hugged me. "Edward's not here right now."

"I know. He's in class. It's been a while since I made dinner for everyone so I brought over cookies as a peace offering."

"You didn't have to do that, but it's much appreciated." He started opening the containers. I laughed at his eagerness.

"There are Butterscotch Cookies and Mud Pie Cookies. Is Nate here?"

"He's cleaning the rig."

"Okay. Thank you. I'd stay and chat, but I need to get over to Edward's and start dinner."

"Oh god, Bella." He had taken a bite of the Butterscotch Cookies. "These are amazing. Are those walnuts?" I nodded with a smile. "Walnuts are my favorite." I giggled as he took two more and hid them in a napkin. "I don't want to make you late. Drive safe."

"Have a good day." I made my way out to the bay where Nathan was. "Hey Nate." He startled at my voice but smiled when he turned around and pulled me into a hug. "I brought cookies for everyone as a peace offering for not cooking lately."

"We don't mind, Bella. It's a treat to eat your cooking, not a requirement," he told me.

"I know. I still feel bad though. Here." I handed over the container. "I made these for you. They're Apple Butter Cookies, Gluten Free."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"I didn't want to leave you out. I'd stay and chat, but I don't want to be late."

"Oh. Yeah." He pulled me into another hug. "Really, Bella, I appreciate this."

"No problem. It's up to you if you want to share. Let me know if you don't like them. I can try a different kind of cookie."

"I'll let you know. Drive safe." All their partings were the same, but I guess when you dealt with as many accidents as they did, it really meant something.

"I will. Bye." I walked back out to my truck and drove over to Edward's.

I used the key he had made me to get inside and started dinner. He'd called at lunch and sounded like he was wound tight. I hoped dinner and a massage would help him relax. I made my Quick and Spicy Tomato Soup and Mozzarella-Gruyere Grilled Cheese. I hoped the comfort food would help him unwind. I knew Emmett would like it; he liked any kind of food that was edible. It was 5:45 when they finally came through the doors. I put the sandwiches on the stove to heat when I heard them at the door.

"Bella?" Edward called.

"In the kitchen," I answered.

He leaned up against the doorjamb to watch me as I pulled bowls and plates from the cabinet then grabbed silverware and napkins. He said watching me in the kitchen was like watching a well-oiled machine. He said I should have been a chef. Of course, I just rolled my eyes. I looked over where he was standing. His eyes were a bit scrunched, his shoulders hunched, and I could see the tension in his body, but he was smiling. I smiled back and motioned him over. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"You don't know how good it is to see you," he said on a sigh. I wriggled around in his arms so that he was still holding me while I flipped the sandwiches.

"It's always good to see you." He kissed just below my ear causing me to shiver. "I made comfort food."

"Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese, but it's not normal, is it?" He leaned over to sniff the soup and hummed.

"Normal?"

"You never do things the easy way. That couldn't have come from a can and a slice of Kraft cheese."

"I don't know what you were talking about." He chuckled.

We ate dinner then Emmett left to go see Rosalie. I pulled Edward into his room and instructed him to lie on his stomach after I pulled his shirt off. I straddled his hips, grabbed the unscented lotion I'd brought with me, and started in on his shoulders. He groaned the second I began kneading his knotted flesh. I spent a good forty minutes working on his back. I asked him to roll over and sit up. I got more lotion and pulled his hand into mine.

"What did you do today?" he asked as I massaged his palm.

"I made cookies for the station, worked on the book, talked to your mother, and cooked dinner," I ticked off.

"How is mom?"

"She's good. She's almost done with Billy's house." I moved up to his wrist. "We also talked about when she and Carlisle were first married. She told me about when they found out she couldn't conceive."

"Yeah?" I switched hands and nodded but didn't say more. After a few minutes he spoke. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"I don't know." I finally looked up and met his gaze. He was watching carefully, his face a blank mask. "Do you want kids?" I figured blunt was the best option.

"Yes." I felt my throat start to constrict.

"What if I couldn't have kids?"

"We'd adopt."

"Would you be okay with that, not being able to have a kid of your own?" He pulled his hand from mine, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me into his lap.

"Love, can you not have children? Is that what this is about?"

"I don't know. My doctor said it's a possibility, but she'd have to do a more extensive exam."

"Bella, do you want kids?"

"Yes." I had thought about this, and when I pictured Edward as my husband, kids just fit. I wanted that with him.

"Then that's all that matters. I want you. I love you. The rest is just details." I smiled remembering Esme saying the same thing. "I'm going to marry you, and we're going to have kids. We'll figure out the details." My heart hammered in my chest. I could feel my eyes mist over. He really did want me, damage and all. I leaned forward and kissed him gently.

"I love you." It was the only thing I knew to say.

"I love you too. When's your next appointment?" I blushed at the question. "Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly normal."

"In a few weeks."

"Ask her to do the exam then. It's better to know than to wonder. You may be worrying over nothing." I nodded. "Do you want me to go with you?" I buried my face in his neck. I wasn't even comfortable talking to my doctor about my exam. Why did he think this was normal conversation? I shook my head. "Are you sure? I can wait in the lobby if that'd make you feel more comfortable." He laid back and kept me on top of him.

"I'll be okay. Thank you though." I laid my head on his chest with my ear directly over his heart. I let the strong, steady beat soothe me. One of his arms wound around my waist and the other stroked my hair. We laid there quietly for a few minutes just enjoying each other's company and the closeness.

"I hope they have your eyes." I smiled a small smile when I realized he was talking about our children. That could really happen. That's an actual possibility now.

"With your hair." He chuckled.

"God, I hope not. I wouldn't wish this on anyone." I giggled and pulled up just enough to press my lips to his. He hummed and smiled against my lips.

"You two get in here!" I jumped when I heard Emmett yell from the other side of the door. Edward rolled his eyes and pulled on a shirt before we walked into the living room. Rosalie was there.

"Hey, are you ready for tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Yep," she answered. "Rick's been referring people to me and we've got ads and flyers all over the city. I'm hoping for three customers. That'd be great for the first day."

"They'll show." Emmett sat down next to Rosalie, and Edward and I sat on the loveseat across from them. "What's going on? I feel like you're about to tell us something bad."

"No, it's nothing bad. We wanted to let you know something we've decided since it's going to affect the both of you." I grabbed Edward hand and leaned into him.

"Okay. What's going on?"

"Emmett and I are going to get an apartment together." That shocked me. I had been expecting something bad.

"That's not bad at all." Rosalie laughed. "Congratulations you two." I stood up and hugged them both. Edward did the same.

"We wanted to let you know since you're both our roommates," Emmett said after we'd sat back down. "We're going to start looking and aim for a move-in date of November 1st. I know the lease is up in December so I'm going to pay through then."

"I'll pay through January since that's when our lease is up," Rosalie said to me.

"Don't worry about it right now," I assured them. "Let's find you an apartment and go from there."

AN: Hi all! So, sad day. Fanfiction had a major fail last Sunday and messed up my post. I'm hoping that's the reason we were so down on reviews. There were 15. :( That's half of what y'all did for the one before it.

I hope you enjoyed this installment. I really enjoyed getting Rose into her garage. (Check out my blog for a picture of her office.) Are y'all glad to see Edward and Bella talking about the future? How many kids do you think Edward is imagining? ;) Let me know what you think, and I'll send you a sneak peek of the next chapter. Can we try for 30 reviews again? That'd be amazing.