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BPOV

I couldn't sit still. I scarfed down my bacon and eggs and forced myself to stop shaking my leg.

"You feeling okay, Bells?"

I looked up at my dad as he crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, smiling.

"Yeah. Great. Why?" I tried my best to speak through the food.

"Wanna slow down?" He laughed.

"No. Gotta go. Edward's coming today."

He let out a small laugh.

"What?" I smiled up at him.

He shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing. I'm just laughing at you."

"Dad!" I got up to wash my plate and fork and my jaw dropped at what he said.

"What? It's a good thing! It's good to see you happy again."

It was good to see him happy, too. I know it hurts him to see me sad, and the past four months have been rough on him, too.

I finished up with the dishes and went upstairs to get ready. I was going with Mr. Cullen to pick up Edward, and I wanted to look good.

I closed my bedroom door and turned on my laptop to listen to some music while I got ready. It was 11:00 AM. Edward would be released at 2:00, so I still had some time. When
the screen loaded, I opened up iTunes and scrolled through the songs, not sure what to listen to.

I decided on "Mr. Jones" by Counting Crows and went to my closet. I stared at all the sweaters on the hangers and the shelves. I missed summer. I wonder if Edward spent time
outside when the weather was nice. He said they had places to hang out and things to do outside, so I hope he took advantage of all the good weather while he was there.

Christmas was in two weeks, and I was glad I'd be able to spend it with Edward.

But then…what if he didn't want to spend Christmas together? What if he didn't want to be with me anymore after I told him what had happened with Jacob? I mean, I haven't told him
yet – partly because I'm afraid to, but mainly because I didn't want to tell him in a letter. I want to tell him in person.

But I wasn't going to think about that right now. Noting could ruin my mood today. Even if the world was going to end, if I was with Edward before it ended, I'd be happy.

I grabbed a pair of dark-wash jeans, a black tank top, and a grey cardigan. I changed into a push-up bra before putting everything else on. I sat in front of my full-length mirror and
straightened my hair before applying some Biosilk serum to it and washing my hands. I grabbed my makeup bag and sat back down in front of the mirror. I put on some eyeliner and
a lot of mascara. I brushed on a bit of blush on my cheeks before putting everything away. No need for foundation or concealer. I was lucky enough not to have any blemishes on my
face, and either that stuff always feels like it's caked on, or I never apply it correctly. Whatever the reason, I rarely ever put any on.

I looked out my window and smiled. I wish the weather would be this amazing every day. Even though it was cold, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun was bright. I shut down my
computer and put on my coat before grabbing my black Coach bag.

I went downstairs to find my dad examining his shotguns in the living room.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

He looked at his watch before looking up at me. "Already? It's only 12:00. I thought he was getting out at 2:00."

"He is. I just can't stay here anymore."

"Alright, Bells. See you later," he laughed.

"Bye!"

I walked quickly to the Cullens' house and rang the doorbell. I was so happy that I didn't know what to do with myself while I waited.

"Hi, Bella!"

"Hey, Alice," I replied with a big smile. I followed her inside and locked the door behind me.

"You want some cinnamon rolls?"

"Uh…yeah!" I sat down at the kitchen island and picked up a roll from the plate as I greeted Mr. and Mrs. Cullen.

"We'll leave in an hour and get some Starbucks on the way."

"Sounds good to me. Are you coming with us, Alice?"

She shook her head and took a bite of her cinnamon roll. "I'm gonna help my mom clean up around the house."

Alice and I went up to her room after, and I felt bad for Emmett when I saw his closed door. He wouldn't be here when Edward came home because he was at school. He'd be here
tomorrow for the weekend, though.

Alice was telling me something about her car, but I couldn't really focus on anything she was saying. An hour couldn't go by quick enough.

Finally, an hour later, Mr. Cullen knocked on Alice's door. "Bella, are you ready?"

"Yes!" I jumped up off Alice's bed and went to open her door. "Bye, Alice."

"Bye, Bella," she laughed.

As soon as we got into Starbucks, I couldn't wait to leave. I just wanted to go pick up Edward and go back home.

We got our drinks and got Edward a coffee before getting back on the road. My stomach was in knots the entire ride to the clinic, but I didn't know why. It's not as if I was going to
meet him for the first time. I laughed at the thought.

"What?" Mr. Cullen turned to me.

"Nothing," I brushed off with a smile.

"Excited?"

"Like I can't even explain."

We finally got to the clinic. I put my bag in the backseat and grabbed my and Edward's drinks. I hopped out of the car as fast as possible and some of the coffee spilled onto the tray.

When we walked into the clinic, I almost cried. The memory of dropping him off four months ago was still so strong. I sat in the waiting area by the front desk as Mr. Cullen spoke to
the receptionist. I turned to face the direction Edward had walked in when we dropped him off.

"Bella, they said it'll be a few minutes before he comes out. I'm going to go find some coffee. Do you want anything?"

"No, thank you." I was surprised that he'd finished his coffee so quickly. I wasn't even halfway through mine.

I couldn't drink anymore, though. I felt nauseous, and my stomach was doing flips.

I stared at the corner he had turned four months ago for what felt like an hour. I checked the clock on the wall. It had only been eleven minutes. I turned back toward the corner and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Where was Mr. Cullen? Did he get lost?

I finished my drink and ran my finger back and forth along the ridge of the bottom of the cup – something to keep me busy at least.

That's when I heard the voice I'd grown to love.

"Bells?" It was just above a whisper.

I turned around at the voice and gasped as I put my drink down. He dropped his duffle bag as I ran up to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he
held my thighs to support me.

I pulled back to look at him and laughed through my tears. "Hi."

He beamed up at me as he looked into my eyes. "Hi." He brought a hand up to wipe my tears. "Hey, don't cry."

"I'm sorry. I'm just…I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

I hugged him again, tighter than before, with no intention of letting go. I breathed in his scent as he spoke. I missed his voice more than I'd realized.

"I love you so much, Bella. So much. Let me look at you, love. I've missed you."

He let go of my legs as I stepped down onto the ground. He held my face in his hands and I put my hands over his.

He leaned down to kiss me softly. I almost whimpered at the loss of contact when he pulled away. "You've lost so much weight."

I wanted to tell him that he'd lost weight as well, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. He had probably been through hell. Instead, I smiled sweetly up at him. "Look at your hair. It's
gotten so long." It was almost down to his chin.

He shrugged, smiling his crooked boyish smile. "I've only had it cut once since I've been here."

I ran my hands through his locks as he rested his forehead against mine. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he held my hips.

"Sorry, guys. This place is like a maze! I got lost a couple of times." I turned around as Edward looked up at his dad.

"Hey, dad." They hugged tightly for a few seconds before pulling back. "How was the drive?"

"It was good. No traffic, to my surprise."

Edward smiled at him brightly. "Yeah? That's good."

I grabbed Edward's bag and hauled it over to the seats where his coffee was. I bent down to get his drink and looked back when I felt a hand on the small of my back. "I got it, baby."
He took the bag and slung it over his shoulder before taking my hand in his.

I held the cup out to him. "This is for you. It's probably cold by now, though."

"That's fine. Thank you." He took it out of my hand and took a big gulp as the three of us walked outside. "God, this tastes amazing."

I let out a small laugh. "It's coffee."

"After four months of no coffee, it tastes like a million dollars."

I scrunched up my face. "I don't think a million dollars would taste good."

He bumped into me playfully. "You know what I mean."

He shivered as we got into the car. "Sorry. I should have brought you a coat." It bothered me that they didn't give him anything to keep him warm, especially since all of his clothes
were summer clothes. All he had on was a red t-shirt and jeans.

"It's okay. You can keep me warm." He pulled me to him as he leaned against the door.

I looked at his cup of coffee in the cup holder before looking up at him. "So, no coffee for four months?"

"Nope. Nothing with caffeine. For a few weeks I couldn't have anything solid either."

My heart dropped. "Really?"

"Yeah. To 'cleanse my system' or whatever. During detox."

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby."

He shrugged it off. "It's alright. It's over." He rubbed at my cheeks with his fingertips, and I put my hands on his wrists.

"Edward, stop. I have blush on."

"I know. I'm trying to get it off."

"Why?"

"Because it's nothing compared to your natural blush."

And at that, I blushed. I'm guessing he saw it because he stopped rubbing and smiled down at me. I buried my face in his shirt and breathed in, getting lost in his heavenly scent.

I pulled back after a few minutes and leaned into his side again. "Did you get used to staying there?"

"I guess. It's hard to get around, though. I got lost a lot."

His dad looked at us from the rearview mirror. "You can say that again."

Edward and I both laughed at his remark, but it bothered me that his smile didn't reach his eyes. I looked up at him and poked his side. "I thought maybe you'd like it there so much that
you wouldn't want to come back."

He pulled me closer to his side. "Never."

He didn't try to keep the conversation going, so I stopped talking about it. He was probably tired.

When we got home, Edward's mom began crying immediately and nearly leapt onto him. Edward hugged her and rubbed her back. "Aw, mom, come on. Don't cry. Please."

Alice and my dad, on the other hand, were all smiles.

Edward turned to his mom. "Where's Em?"

"He's coming home for the weekend tomorrow. He couldn't make it in today."

We all sat down in the living room as Mrs. Cullen went into the kitchen to start making dinner. Everyone began Edward questions, but I kept quiet. I didn't want to bombard him with
questions that he would probably have to answers hundreds of times in the next few months. We'd talk later, when we were alone.

After a few minutes, Edward said he was tired and didn't really feel like talking anymore, so we all watched TV. I was sitting next to him, and it took all my willpower not to sit on his
lap. I wanted to be as close to him as possible, but I didn't want to sit on his lap in front of our fathers.

Instead, I watched him while he watched TV. His jaw and cheekbones were jutting out more than usual, obviously from his weight loss. I wonder if he knows how different he looks.
I couldn't believe how much he had changed on the outside.

But it didn't matter. Yeah, he looked different, but he was the same Edward on the inside. Just…quieter. He didn't talk much, but again, it was clear that he was tired.

His eyes drooped with every minute that passed. I don't know if he realized that I was watching him, but if he did, he didn't make it obvious.

We were called to the kitchen when dinner was ready. I looked at the dark sky outside. I was shocked at how fast time had passed.

Everyone went into the kitchen as I turned toward Edward's sleeping form on the couch. I rubbed his arm and spoke softly. "Edward."

"Hmm?" He kept his eyes closed.

"Wake up. It's dinnertime."

No response. I tried again.

I ran a hand through his hair and tucked stray pieces behind his ear. "Baby…"

"Hmm?"

"Come on. Let's eat. I think your mom made pasta. Smells delicious, doesn't it?"

"Mhm."

"Let's go."

He cracked open an eye and looked at me. "I don't wanna eat." He pulled me closer to him and closed his eye. "Just lay here with me."

"Babe, you have to eat something. We'll go upstairs later and go to sleep. And your family wants to be with you."

He opened his eyes at my last comment and held my hand before slowly getting up and pulling me along with him.

Mrs. Cullen had made an entire feast – pasta, lasagna, mashed potatoes, salad, steak, and cheesy bread knots. She lightly chided Edward as he ate everything, only because he was
shoving everything in his mouth and barely chewing before swallowing. He apologized, and we understood – the food they served him at the clinic was nothing compared to a home-cooked meal.

After we were done, we sat and talked some more, mainly about what had been going on in New York while Edward was gone. He asked a lot of questions, and we had a few good laughs.

When my dad got up to leave, it felt weird to know that he was going home while I stayed here. There was no way I was going to go home, though – unless Edward could sleep
over, which my dad still didn't approve of.

Edward and I said our good nights to everyone as we walked up the stairs slowly.

When Edward opened the door to his room, I felt my heart ache again. I couldn't imagine being away from home for four months, with no family or friends, at a rehab center.

He let out a sigh as he collapsed onto his back on his bed.

I turned on his bedside lamp and lay down next to him.

He turned to face me and extended an arm out toward the headboard and rested his cheek on it.

"I missed my room."

I brought a hand up to stroke his cheek. "I know, baby."

I leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss before pulling back. "You know, Max missed you, too. He always asked about you, every time he saw me."

He let out a small laugh and I smiled as the corners of his eyes crinkled. "What did he ask?"

"The same thing every time. Where you were and when you were coming back. I just told him you had to go away for a little while."

His face turned serious, and his eyes seemed to be getting heavy again. "Can I ask you something?" He put a hand on my hip and pushed my shirt up to trace over my tattoo.

I shuddered at the contact. "Of course. Anything."

"Do a lot of people know?"

I reluctantly nodded. I didn't want him to feel bad about it. People loved gossip, no matter who it was about. What made people talk about it even more was that this was about
the almighty Edward Cullen. "I didn't want to tell you about it in a letter, but yes. People know." I felt my own eyes getting heavy as he continued caressing my side.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"You must get so embarrassed. And my family. They must hear it from everywhere, as if they need to be reminded."

"No one's embarrassed of you."

"I am."

"Don't be."

He closed his eyes slowly, but I knew he wasn't sleeping.

"Look at me." He opened his eyes, and the pain in his eyes was enough to make me want to cry. "Don't be." I leaned in and gave him another kiss before pulling back.

I couldn't get over how much I missed him. His scent, his voice, his touch, his eyes. Everything.

He leaned in and stole another kiss…then another…and another.

He pushed my shirt the rest of the way up and pulled it over my head. He kissed the swell of each breast before taking off my bra and suckling on each nipple. I almost lost it then and there.

He pulled back and stared at my body before looking into my eyes. "Beautiful." He lowered his head to my neck and nipped at it lightly, eliciting a moan from my lips.

"Edward…love, look at me for a second." He pulled back and looked at me, and I felt bad when I saw how heavy his eyelids had gotten. "Are you sure you want to do this right now?"

He nodded. "Why? Do you not want to?"

"I do. But you look so tired. This is going to wear you out even more."

He shook his head. "I'm fine. Bella, I've been waiting for this for four months."

All I did was nod. Because to be honest, so have I.

He took off his t-shirt and lowered his head again, this time sucking and biting my neck with more pressure. I tried hard to contain my moans and whimpers, but it was difficult – almost
impossible. My hands automatically went up to his hair, and like that, we were back where we were supposed to be. I couldn't count the number of times we were in this exact
same position, and I hope that number never ends.

There was nothing I wanted more than for Edward to take me right now.

He ground his hips into mine frantically, making us both moan and whimper with want.

He took off the rest of his clothing before sliding my jeans and panties down my legs in one motion. I kicked off as he planted kisses up my body.

He was already leaking onto my thigh, and I felt myself get wetter when his cock twitched against my skin.

I looked down and almost gasped at how red his cock was. He was nuzzling my neck, alternating between kissing the skin there and kissing my lips.

"Bella, are you still…are you still on the pill?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes…please…" I couldn't take it anymore.

I waited for him to enter me instead of guiding him in myself. He looked like he was in pain, and I didn't want to make matters any worse.

He took hold of his cock and nudged my entrance with the head before sliding it up and down my slit.

"Edward, please…no teasing…"

He entered me slowly, and I felt the coil in my stomach wind tighter with each thrust.

I felt Edward's cock twitch inside me, and he stilled his movements completely. He was looking at the wall behind his bed, deep in concentration.

Squeezed his arm and questioned him with my eyes when he looked down at me.

"I'm not gonna…last," he panted out.

"That's okay." He shook his head desperately as he closed his eyes and continued pushing in and out slowly. I cradled his face in my hands and brought his forehead down to
mine. "Edward, look at me." I waited for him to open his eyes before I continued. "I understand. It's okay. Let go."

He stopped again. He was torturing himself for no reason. I didn't expect him to last forever and ever. He hadn't had any type of release in four months.

He brought a hand down between us and began rubbing circles over my clit. I let out a strangled cry, and thrust my hips up to help him along.

He began thrusting again, kissing me fervently to help stifle our moans.

He pulled back and grunted as his thrusts became sporadic. "Bella– I ca– I can't–"

"It's okay." I pulled his head down next to mine and whispered in his ear. "Come for me, Edward."

His body went still as his cock jerked against my inner walls. "Oh, fu– ungh…Bella!"

He pulled out of me slowly and lay down on his side panting. "I'm sorry. I tried to –"

I silenced him with a finger on his lips. "No apologies."

"You're the best."

"So are you."

"No, really. You are the best person. In the universe. Thank you."

I didn't say anything in response. Instead, I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my arms around him. I didn't get my release, but right now, I didn't care. The moment was gone
and he was the only thing I wanted anyway.

Sometime later, I felt a pressure against my thigh. I had an idea of what it was, but we'd been silent for so long that I didn't want to disturb the peace.

"Bella, again." To make sure I knew what he was talking about, he ground his hips into mine.

I decided to play with him a little bit, just to tease him like old times. "I don't know, Edward…I don't really want to."

I saw the features of his face falter a bit, but he composed himself quickly. "Okay. That's fine."

I was shocked that he didn't push it. "Edward, I'm kidding. I'd love to."

He smiled his crooked smile and my heart melted. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just game a sec."

He moved so I could get up, and I threw on his shirt and boxers before walking toward the door. "When have I ever not been in the mood?"

He laughed and shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."

"I'll be right back. Don't move." I pointed a finger at him before closing the door behind me and tiptoeing through the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen. Everyone
was asleep, and I squinted when I turned on the kitchen light. I dimmed the lights and quickly went over to the fridge. I grabbed the can of whipped cream and squeezed
some in my mouth before going back upstairs. A floorboard creaked as I walked toward Edward's room and I stopped to make sure no one heard it. I ran into Edward's room
quickly and closed the door behind me.

He was exactly in the same position I had left him, his upper body supported by his elbows and his legs extended toward me. He jumped when I opened his door, and I
couldn't help but laugh.

"You scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry." I walked over to him with the can in hand, and he cocked an eyebrow at me as I shook the can.

I squeezed some onto his cock, and he hissed loudly. "Ah…! That's fucking cold!"

"Yupp. It was in the fridge." I nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And no screaming. Everyone's sleeping." It felt good to hear him raise his voice. That was
the loudest he'd been today. Not only did he keep quiet most of the day, but when he spoke, his voice was almost always above a whisper.

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm trying to prevent my dick from having frostbite."

I laughed as I looked at his crotch. "Edward, it's already melting. You're just too hot."

He snorted at the corny joke as I put some more whipped cream on him. I was glad the mood had changed. I felt my heart ache the entire time before, because he looked so
pained. Now, he looked carefree, the way I was used to seeing him – most of the time.

I bent down and licked him clean, making sure to get every bit of whipped cream off of him, while Edward was busy making sure he didn't wake up the entire city.

I stood up after all the whipped cream was gone, much to Edward's disappointment. "Bellaaaaa!" He pouted, and I threw my head back in laughter.

"Edward Cullen, stop trying to use my own weapon against me." I lay down on my back and instructed him to sit on top of me.

"You want me on top?"

"I want you here." I pointed at my chest and he looked at me with a confused expression. "Sit on my chest."

His face changed completely when he realized what I was implying. He got up and straddled my chest, his hard cock nestled between my breasts. I grabbed the can of whipped
cream and put some on his cock and my between my breasts. I pushed the two mounds together as Edward began thrusting in and out of the makeshift tunnel.

I stuck my tongue out, making sure to lick the head of his cock each time it passed through.

The taste of him mixed with the whipped cream was amazing. I couldn't help but moan, which made him moan even louder.

"Fuck, Bella. Do you have…any…any idea how sexy…you look like this?"

He moved down my body and entered me slowly as I sat up. Our bodies intertwined with one another, arms and legs everywhere as we were both thrusting uncontrollably.

Edward brought a hand down between us and rubbed me again, drawing out a string of profanities from my mouth. I watched as his eyes became almost black.

"Harder, Edward…Oh, God…Fffffff…fuck!"

"Ughhh…Bella…Right there…Right there! Come with me."

I couldn't hold on any longer. I felt the tight coil in my stomach release as I climaxed around him. His body jerked with his own release and he stayed inside me for a couple of
minutes before pulling out.

We lay next to each other, still panting, too spent to move.

Edward lolled his head toward me, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at the mess his hair had become.

"Bells."

"Yeah."

"We need a shower."

"Yeah."

I looked at the white cream that had smeared onto his chest from mine, and pulled him up as I stood. We tried to be quiet enough that no one would wake up, but we had no
way of making the water quiet.

We showered quickly and crawled back into bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. The house was warm and toasty, and I curled up against Edward's warm body as he pulled
the covers over us. His muscles were almost all completely gone, but I still wouldn't complain about his body. He still looked built, just less bulky. I grinned up at him and was met
with his brooding eyes and warm smile.

"It's snowing."

I turned my head to look out the window. "It's beautiful."

"It's nothing compared to your beauty."

My heart soared at his words, then came crashing down when I thought about what had happened with Jacob. I had to tell Edward tomorrow. I couldn't put it off anymore.

Ugh! I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my head and laid my head on Edward's chest. "Thank you."

He kissed the top of my head and pulled me in closer. "Thank you. For everything. Good night, love." He brought a hand up to his head and twirled a lock of hair around his finger
as he closed his eyes.

"Good night. I love you."

Are you guys as surprised as I am that 'tiptoeing' is an actual word? Oh, new acronyms got added into the Oxford English Dictionary. (LOL, OMG, IMHO) Those are three I read about. I don't know if there are any more. I find it weird that those are in the dictionary, though.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked the chapter! I love writing sappy chapters. (:

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