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Chapter 43: One More Knot to Tie
Bella's POV
Tuesday-11 Days After Accident
It'd been six days or 144 hours or 8640 minutes or 518400 seconds that I'd been in the hospital. Well, since I'd been conscious in the hospital. I'd forced Edward to go home and sleep the past two nights. He'd pouted and sulked. I almost gave in, but Esme took my side and backed me up. He'd mumbled that his parents loved me more than their own son before reluctantly shuffling out of the rooms.
Of course, I didn't sleep a wink. He did though, and that was what mattered. I told him the pain medication had knocked me out. I'd scared him and upset him enough to last a lifetime. Even if it had, this was a hospital. I'd always said, 'You don't go to a hospital to rest. You go to get well.' The resting part would come afterwards.
"Are you excited?" I turned to see Esme walk in the door. My sight wasn't perfect, but I could see again.
"Very much. I hate hospitals," I said. "I can't wait to be back in a real bed and to take a shower."
"Which will be first, a shower or bed?"
"Bed. I know the trip home is going to be tiring." She took a seat next to me and held both my hands in hers. I'd gotten rid of the IV the night before.
"We have everything set up for you. Sue and I made enough food to last you a week and put it in the freezer. Plus, we'll all be here for Christmas in three days. Leah, Seth, their other halves, and Billy will be coming too."
"I can come to Forks. You all don't have to drive down here for me."
"Nonsense. We'll be here. We love you and want to do this."
"Are you ready, Isabella?" Carlisle asked from the doorway. I turned to see him pushing a wheelchair and groaned. I had been up and walking for days, but sitting hurt the worst. "We'll have you home as quickly as we can, baby girl." I smiled at the endearment he'd coined me with since the accident.
It took a few minutes and a lot of pain to get situated. I finally nodded, and we left for the car. Edward was just pulling up to the door when we came outside. He hopped out and hurried around to open the door and help me inside. Once I was situated, he crawled in the backseat with me. Carlisle and Esme got in the front.
"I'm so sorry, love," Edward murmured in my ear each time we'd hit a bump, and I'd grimace or whimper in pain. I felt the car slow and turn. I looked around to see we weren't where we were supposed to be.
"Edw-" I didn't even get to finish his name.
"You're staying with me," he interrupted. "No arguing. I told you, I'm going to take care of you. I can do that best when you're with me."
"I want you to take me to my apartment. You start back to work next week and school the week after that. I don't want to be a distraction." Carlisle parked and turned off the car.
"You not being with me would be a distraction. I'd worry about you. I'll still worry about you, but at least this way, my mind can be a little at ease knowing you're not too far away."
"I'm not going to win this argument. Am I?" Carlisle and Esme chuckled from the front seat.
"No. You're not. I have even better arguments than that one, and I have doctor's orders."
"Now son, don't manipulate my words," Carlisle said, but I could hear the amusement lacing his words.
"I don't like you right now," I said to Edward with a glare.
"You don't have to like me. You only have to love me," he said softly. I heaved a sigh.
"Fine. Let's go inside." He smiled and leaned over to kiss me.
I may have thought the wheelchair was bad, but walking that distance was beyond exhausting. I'd walked around my hospital room a few times, but this was much further. When I finally made it inside and to the bedroom, I was ready to take a nap. Edward helped me into the bed before disappearing from the room. He came back with a glass of water and pills. I pouted, but it didn't work; he made me take them.
"Sleep, love," he said as he rubbed my cheek. "I'm going to pick up your prescriptions. Is there anything you want from the store?" I shook my head. I was too tired to answer. "Mom and dad will be here. Let them know if you need anything." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I love you." I was almost asleep and couldn't open my mouth to say it back.
I woke sometime later feeling a bit rested. I looked at the clock to see it was 5:15. I hadn't expected to sleep for three hours. I heard the door open softly and turned to see Esme peeking inside. She smiled when she saw me awake. I watched as she walked to the bed and sat next to me.
"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked as she rubbed my arm.
"Better," I told her honestly. "Just tired. You and Carlisle don't have to stay, you know."
"We're driving back tomorrow to get the gifts, and we'll be back that afternoon. We'll stay here in the spare bedroom until after Christmas. We want to be here." I started to protest, but she cut me off. "No. Please don't argue with me. You're family. We're going to be here for you."
"I see where Edward learned his arguing techniques." She laughed so I knew she wasn't offended.
"Would you like to eat?"
"I think so. I want to try sitting up. I need to get used to it before Christmas. I don't want to be stuck in here."
"Well, I'm warming up the chicken tortilla soup Sue made. Do you want help out of the bed?"
"No. I'll do it. I'll be in there in a few minutes." She smiled and left the room.
It took a lot of patience and pain, but I eventually pulled myself up. I grabbed the crutches and decided to stop by the bathroom and brush my teeth. I had cotton mouth. I flipped the light switch and shuffled to the sink. I took my toothpaste and toothbrush from the medicine cabinet and closed it. I gasped at what I saw in the mirror.
I looked awful. I had a black eye. At least, I did have a black eye. Now, it was that nasty yellow and green color just days before it healed. I looked pathetic with the cast on my leg and bruises all over my body. I dropped the stuff in my hand when I looked at my hair.
"Bella?!" I faintly registered Edward's panicked voice. I reached up slowly and tentatively touched the now bald left half of my head. "Bella, answer me." I covered my mouth as a sob tore through my throat. My eyes blurred as the tears gathered. "Love, what is it?" I felt Edward turn me then he held my face gently. "Bella, what's wrong?"
"E-" I couldn't say his name before another sob escaped.
"What, love?" I leaned forward until my forehead rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tentatively. I just cried. "Dad!" Edward yelled.
"What's wrong?" I heard Carlisle say. He walked over and wrapped his fingers around my wrist.
"My head," I croaked.
"Are you in pain? Did you hit it?"
"No hair." I heard him sigh. It sounded relieved.
"You were in an accident. It was very serious. The surgery required that a portion of your head be shaved."
"Bella, you knew this. We talked about it," Edward said.
"It's different to know and to see proof," Carlisle said. "This makes it real. I was wondering when it was all going to sink in." I felt him rest a hand on my shoulder. "It'll grow back in time. The important thing is that you're alive." I nodded slowly.
"Why don't I take you back to bed?" Edward asked quietly.
"Kay," I said hoarsely. I didn't feel like doing anything else. He led me back to the bed, and Carlisle left the room. I grabbed Edward's arm when he pulled back. "Don't leave me." My voice sounded pleading.
"Okay." He kissed my forehead then walked to the other side of the bed and slid in. He stopped when he was about two feet away. He didn't want to touch me. I could see it in his eyes; he was scared.
"Please." He looked conflicted. "Please, hold me." He scooted over hesitantly. I pulled his arm around my waist and laid my head on his chest. "I love you."
"I love you, too, more than anything else."
"I'm sorry I scared you."
"It's not your fault."
"It really was bad, huh?" His breath hitched. He nodded slowly.
"I thought you were dead when I saw you. I've never been so scared in my life. I need you. You can't leave me."
"Shh." I reached up and ran my hand through his hair. "I'm not going anywhere." I was asleep a few seconds later.
Wednesday-12 Days After Accident
The next day I took a bath. Much to my mortification, Esme had to help me. My maneuvering ability wasn't at its greatest, and I wasn't going to let Edward help me when his parents were in the other room. I wasn't naïve, and I knew that they probably knew we were sleeping together. I just didn't feel comfortable with them in the close vicinity. She was very respectful and tried to get done as quickly as possible. I appreciated her tact.
After my hair was washed, which made me feel a thousand times better, she helped me walk to the living room. I wanted to try sitting up as much as possible. Everyone would be over in two days to celebrate Christmas, and I wanted to be able to be in the room with them instead of confined to a bed. I had been a little overwhelmed when they all told me they were staying to have Christmas with me.
Jasper and Alice already had tickets to go to Texas with Jasper's family. Angela and Ben were supposed to be in Port Angeles, and Rosalie and Emmett were going to Portland to spend the holiday with her family. They'd all dropped their plans after the accident. I was still feeling a bit guilty about it.
Esme asked Edward if he'd go shopping with her for a little while. She apparently needed to pick up a few things and wanted to do that before she and Carlisle left to go home and get the presents. I figured she was buying for Carlisle and didn't want him around when she did it. Edward made sure I was comfortable, had enough pillows, covered me with a blanket, got me a glass of water and my pills. I finally grabbed his hands and forced him to stop. I told him I would be fine, that I wasn't alone since Carlisle would be there. He was a doctor after all. Reluctantly, he followed his mom out the door.
"How are you feeling, Isabella?" Carlisle asked after we'd watched television for about half an hour.
"I'm fine," I answered automatically. He looked at me dubiously. "It's just a dull ache, really. I expected to hurt badly, but it's better than I thought it would be."
"That's good." He nodded as he continued to read the newspaper in his hands. "But, that's not what I mean." He looked at me expectantly.
"I, um…" I didn't know what to say. "I think I'm okay. I don't remember any of it. I know it happened. I see the evidence, I hear you talk about it. I just don't remember it firsthand. I remember driving to the boutique, and then I woke up in the hospital. It's very odd. Sometimes I wake up and have forgotten it even occurred until I move the wrong way. I don't feel sad, scared, or angry." He had placed the newspaper on the side table and turned toward me.
"What do you feel?"
"I feel guilty because everyone's changing their plans for me. Most of all I feel awful for scaring Edward. This whole thing really messed with him."
"He loves you. You mean everything to him." He reached over and covered one of my hands with his own. "I know how he feels. He looks at you the way I imagine I look at Esme. If he feels for you what I feel for Esme, which I have no doubt he does, he'd be lost without you." I looked down and blushed. "You don't know how happy I am Edward found you." He patted my hand and pulled back. "Even with Tanya, he was never this happy. Sometimes I thought he was with her because it was comfortable. There was no spark in his eye, no skip in his step. He's happy with you. I can see it. The accident threatened that." I sighed heavily.
"I know." My voice sounded apologetic even to my ears.
"It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad. I just want you to understand. You're his whole world."
I heard the door open. Edward called out my name then peered around the wall. He lightly scowled when he found me. I turned back to Carlisle to see his shoulders shaking slightly and a smirk pulling at his lips. Edward was telling me I should have been in bed resting. He was spouting something about doctor's orders and citing his dad as the doctor. Carlisle laughed aloud. I sarcastically whispered my thanks.
"Did you get what you needed, Esme?" I asked ignoring her son's chatter.
"I did, dear," she said as she took a seat next to me. "There was only one more thing to get. It was a quick trip. Do you need anything else? Carlisle and I could pick up anything you need."
"I'd actually like to make Cream Cheese Cookies for Christmas Day. The recipe-"
"No," Edward said from behind me. I spun around to face him and winced at the sudden movement. "Don't try to argue with me. You don't need to be on your feet that long. Everyone will understand if you don't make cookies." I knew from observation and from Carlisle's and my little talk that Edward was over compensating for his fear, but it was getting ridiculous.
"Edward," I said in a soft calm voice. "I think I can-"
"Bella, you are not going to stand in that kitchen for hours, and-" I could feel my blood start to boil.
"Enough!" Edward stopped talking. I lowered my voice, and tried to talk as calmly as possible. "I am not an invalid or a child. You can't order me around like a two-year-old." Carlisle and Esme stood saying they were going to Forks and would be back at night. We said goodbye and they left for the quick trip. Edward sat down next to me and pulled my hand into his own hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, Bella." My anger dissipated when I looked at his hunched shoulders and downcast eyes.
"I know you don't mean to be so demanding. I know what happened scared you and you're only trying to take care of me, but Edward, I'm not a child. You can't just tell me what to do. If you have concerns, we can discuss them. We are both adults with valid opinions." He nodded. "I know you're worried about me, but I need this Edward. I need to feel normal. I don't think you understand how disorienting this whole experience has been. Let me do what I know how to do. Let me contribute. I need to do this. It's very uncomfortable having so much being done for me. I need to be helpful." He leaned forward and kissed me softly.
"I'm sorry I've been a bit controlling." I raised one eyebrow. He smirked. "Okay, a lot controlling." He rubbed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "I just want you to get better. I want to make sure that you're as comfortable as possible so that you can heal as quickly as possible. I hate to see you hurting." I leaned into his hand when he cupped my cheek.
"I know. You just need to go about this a different way. Let's talk about it. Let's make some decisions together."
"Okay. Let's talk." He looked away then back at me slowly. "Could we talk while you're lying down? You've been out of bed for over two hours." I smiled. He really was very protective. I nodded and he let out an unconscious breath.
Thursday-13 Days After Accident
I woke up slowly. I had fallen asleep facing Edward curled up with him, my leg sandwiched between his. I had been able to lie on my side with relative ease. It had been wonderful to wrap myself around him again. I felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His beautiful green eyes were watching me. I smiled and said 'Good morning.'
"Good morning, beautiful," he said softly and leaned down kissed my forehead lightly. "How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully," I answered on a sigh. He chuckled. I rubbed my left hand that was lying on his chest over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "And you?"
"Okay." His answer was hesitant. I looked at him curiously. "I had a lot on my mind."
"Do you want to talk about it?" He smiled, and his eyes twinkled.
"We will." I felt myself yawn and covered my mouth. I felt Edward stop breathing and wondered what was going on. I placed my hand back on his chest and froze.
"Edward?"
I stared at the ring as a million thoughts flew through my head. When did he slip that on? How did I not notice? Is he proposing? Is this just another Christmas present? It's too soon. We haven't even been together a year. Dad's going to think I'm pregnant. Oh god, I'll have to tell Renee. Alice is going to go crazy. Is this what I want?
Through every thought, there was only one answer. Yes. Yes, he was proposing. It was why he was so nervous. Yes, this was what I wanted. This was all I wanted. He was everything I wanted. I looked up to see him watching me with trepidation. I must have been silent too long.
"Bella, I know what you're thinking," he started, and I could tell he was gearing up for a long explanation. "I know we've only-"
"Yes," I whispered cutting him off. He looked at me curiously. I nodded. He opened his mouth but shut it before saying anything. He did it a few times, and I smiled when I realized he looked kind of like a fish.
"Are you-do you-is-Bella." He couldn't form a coherent thought.
"Yes, Edward." He shook his head adamantly.
"No." I furrowed my brows in confusion. "No. Let me do this. I had a whole speech planned." I smiled. Him and the grand gestures. They really were unnecessary. I nodded when he looked at me expectantly. "Okay." He paused for a long minute. "Really? You'll marry me?" I giggled and nodded again. He leaned down and kissed me hard. "I love you, Bella, with everything I am. I'll love you for the rest of eternity. I'll take care of you, I'll love you, and I'll cherish you. Forever, love. I'm yours forever." I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
"I'm not as eloquent with words as you, but ditto." He rolled his eyes.
"You're the writer."
"Exactly. I can write it; I can't say it."
He rolled onto his side and pulled me flush against his body. His lips found mine in a shy meeting. His hand brushed down my arm and he twined his fingers with mine. I could tell when his fingers brushed against the ring. My ring. He kissed me harder, almost frenzied. He dropped my hand to wrap his arm around waist. He pulled me closer and I hissed at the pain that flared in my ribs.
"I'm so sorry," he rushed to say. I rolled to my back and took long, slow breaths. "Bella, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry I hurt you, love." I was shaking my head at his apologies.
"It's okay," I whispered. "Don't apologize. You didn't mean to." His hand hovered over me as if he were deciding if he could touch me. I grabbed his hand and laid it on my stomach. "I'll be fine. It's already passing." He leaned forward and kissed my temple. It had always been part of his apology.
"I love you. You've just made me the happiest man alive." I looked up to see a sparkle in his eye and smiled.
"Say that after we tell Alice." He groaned.
"She's going to be a nightmare. Not even an hour after Emmett proposed to Rose, mom pulled out a binder that she and Alice had put together. They'd been keeping things they thought Rose might want for the wedding." I started to laugh then drew up short. "What? Are you okay?"
"They have one for me, don't they?" He chuckled.
"I didn't ask, but they probably do." I let out a long breath.
Friday-14 Days After Accident (Christmas Day)
I made my way to the living room after dressing and pulling on the toboggan and gloves Alice brought over. I was still self-conscious about my hair, and I had been having trouble staying warm, even with the heat on. The walk to the living room wasn't bad. The motion of sitting or standing was what I still had problems with. When I finally reached the couch and after everyone kissed or hugged me and said 'Merry Christmas', Emmett stood in front of me. I reached up and steadied myself using his shoulders. He took the crutches and handed them to Rosalie. He gently gripped my waist and held on as I lowered myself to the couch.
Even though I still felt guilty about everyone changing their plans for the holidays, I had to admit it was wonderful to have everyone together. Although, it was a little odd to see Renee getting along so well with Sue. I could hear Esme, Sue, Renee, and Angela working in the kitchen. Alice carried a plate of into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. Emmett moaned when he took a bite.
"These are great Bellaboo," he said with food still in his mouth. Edward and I had compromised. I sat at the bar and mixed. He retrieved all the ingredients and hardware and was in charge of putting the cookies in the oven.
"Thank you," I told him.
Since the dining room table only had enough room for six, we ate wherever we could find a place to sit. Edward made me a plate and brought it to the living room. My mother had attempted to make some concoction with strawberries, cherries, marshmallows, and something else I couldn't identify. I scraped it onto Emmett's plate when he wasn't looking. Edward smirked and did the same.
Charlie and Carlisle were discussing taking a deep sea-fishing trip around the beginning of February. After overhearing Sue and Esme, I gathered that they would be going to Portland during that time as a short vacation. I heard Angela and Rosalie making plans to go shopping the next week hoping to catch some after-Christmas sales. Ben and Jasper made plans to fix the stairs in Ben and Angela's basement.
"Bella, what's going on with the book?" Angela asked.
"I talked with Randall a couple of days ago actually," I said. "He's been talking to a few publishing companies and they seem eager. He's already asked about a second book. I'm glad I had a few chapters in the queue. He's hoping to have a few offers by the beginning of the year."
"That's great," Renee yelled. "I want to buy the first copy that comes out in Frisco."
"Frisco?" I asked confused. "What's in Frisco? Where's Frisco?"
"Frisco is in Texas," Phil answered. "It's just outside of Dallas. They have a team there, the Rough Riders. I've been offered the Hitting Coach position. We're moving at the end of February."
"Congratulations, Phil," Ben said. "Hitting Coach is a big position. That's great."
"Thanks. I'm excited, and Frisco's close to Dallas. There will be plenty of stuff to keep Ren occupied." I chuckled. He really did know my mother.
I smiled watching everyone around me. We had a great group of friends that honestly felt closer, more like family. We got along as a large group, but felt comfortable enough with each other individually as well. Our families got along too, and that made things that much better. Life was good. Life was great.
"Is it time for presents yet?" Emmett whined after lunch. We'd all been talking in the living room and laughed at his antics.
"I think presents sound like a good idea," Esme said. "Why don't you be Santa, sweetie?" Emmett stood up and eagerly began distributing gifts.
We all opened our gifts at the same time. I watched as Charlie and Sue opened their gift from Edward and me. We had gotten them two extra nights at the hotel in California they were staying at for their honeymoon. I'd asked Esme to help me figure out the hotel so I could call and make the arrangements. There was also a gift card for two more dinners and two tickets for a sailing day-trip. Sue got up and came over to hug us. I knew she'd talked about wanting to go sailing, so I figured she would enjoy it. Charlie gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, 'Thanks Bells' before shaking Edward's hand.
I had fun watching everyone open their gifts. Edward and I bought everyone's gifts together. I noticed that everyone else had as well. It was a small thing, something not everyone would notice. For me, though, it seemed like a big deal. We were transitioning into different stages of our lives, and I couldn't have been happier. I was looking forward to being with Edward, to no longer being a 'me' but a 'we.'
Emmett disappeared to the guest room when he'd finished tearing through the paper and boxes of his gifts. He brought back two boxes that were wrapped…horribly. I assumed he had wrapped them himself. I opened the box hesitantly. There was no telling what Emmett had come up with. I reached in and pulled the object out. I giggled when I saw the stuffed animal. It was a cat.
"I named him Baxter," he said. "I wanted to get you a real one, but your apartment complex doesn't allow pets."
"Thank you, Emmett," I told him. "That's very thoughtful." He picked up a similar box and placed it in Edward's lap gingerly. He smiled wickedly and motioned to the box excitedly. Edward opened the box and peered inside. He turned to glare at Emmett.
"What?" I asked curiously. "What is it?"
"It's Baxter's brother, Wiggles." I couldn't understand why Edward was upset. Then I heard it, a tiny, weak meow. I gasped.
"It's real?"
"Like I said, your apartment doesn't allow pets. Edward's however, does." I tried to hold in my laughter but when Alice snorted and Angela full out laughed, I couldn't contain my giggles. Everyone in the room laughed after that. Edward scowled at all of us. I grabbed my ribcage to try to ease the discomfort the jarring motion caused.
Edward looked at me with concern, but I just shook my head. It wasn't horrible. He reached inside and pulled out a small bundle of gray fur. It was by far the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. It couldn't have been that old because it fit in the palm of Edward's hand. He held it in front of his face and just stared. I took off a glove and reached over to stroke his fur gently. It was so soft.
"Don't you just love him?" I said quietly. Edward looked at me, and his features softened.
"You do, don't you?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. I heard everyone turn their attention to Emmett's gift he'd just opened. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes. "I guess we'll keep him then."
"Yay!" I leaned in to kiss him. After I pulled away, he leaned back and placed the cat on his chest. It climbed up and curled around the crook of his neck. It wiggled around until comfortable, and I saw why Emmett had named him as such. I reached over and petted him again.
"Hi Wiggles," I said softly. I felt Emmett get off the couch.
"What?" Edward said harshly. Wiggles jumped.
"Shh! You scared him."
"We're not naming him Wiggles."
"Why not? I think it's cute and appropriate. I really like it."
"No." He was shaking his head. "It's so…soft. He needs a strong name. A guy name." I pursed my bottom lip in a pout.
"Please," I begged quietly. Edward turned his head.
"Don't look at me like that. It's cheating."
"But, babe, I really like that name." I made sure to sound pleading. I even hung my head. "It makes me happy. I just want to be happy."
"Bella," There was a hint of warning, but I could hear his resolve crumbling.
"Don't you want me to be happy?" He narrowed his eyes at me when I looked up.
"If this were about anything else, I'd be offended." I felt the guilt creep in. "But if you're willing to go that far for a name, fine." I smiled wide.
"Really?" He nodded and sighed in defeat. I turned his face to me to kiss him.
"Damn Eddie," I heard Emmett say. I pulled away from Edward. "You're whipped." I watched as Rosalie smacked the back of his head. "Ow, Rosie!" He rubbed where she'd made contact. "That hurt."
"Leave him alone."
"Okay." Alice giggled.
"Now who's whipped?" she asked. Emmett just grumbled something no one could hear as he picked up his next gift.
"Boys, I'm going to give you some very valuable advice," Carlisle said.
"I know what he's going to say, and he's right," dad said. I smiled and looked at Carlisle.
"There are only two phrases you will ever need to know in your marriage," Carlisle continued. "'Yes, dear,' and 'You're right.' Honestly, those will get you through anything." We all laughed. Esme giggled and kissed his cheek. They really were adorable together. Wiggles meowed next to me, and I turned to see him pawing around at Edward.
"Can I hold him?" I asked Edward.
"Of course," Edward said. I pulled the glove off my other hand and reached for the kitten.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" I jumped when I heard Renee use my full name. That was never good. She stood up and stalked over to me. She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her face to examine the rock. I turned my face into Edward's chest when Alice and Rosalie squealed. I felt Wiggles being pulled from my hand.
"Holy shit!" I heard Rosalie exclaim. "How many carats is that thing?" I shrugged. I hadn't really asked about the ring. It was gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but I was so focused on Edward and what was in store for us that I'd forgotten to ask about the ring. "What do you mean, you don't know?" I felt Edward laugh.
"She actually didn't ask about the ring at all," he said.
"Well, how many?" Rosalie's voice was impatient.
"1.5."
"It's Tiffany's isn't it?" Alice asked. "It looks like a Tiffany. Platinum, clear cut, and simple setting are all signs."
"It is," Edward confirmed.
"I love that it's heart-shaped," Angela said sounding the most subdued out of all of them. "It fits you, Bella." I looked up to smile at Angela.
"It's perfect," I said softly. I looked to Edward with a tender smile. He was perfect for me.
AN: :'( Last chapter. Only the epilogue left. No big dramatic, grand gesture ending. We've had enough big things. I wanted a quiet, smooth transition into the next phase of their life. I hope you're happy with the ending. I hope you like the epilogue.
Picture of the ring on my blog. Link on my author page. Y'all have been amazing with the reviews. There were 40 for the last chapter. :) I'll see y'all in one week.