A/N: As I mentioned when I posted "Fine Line" I'll never post both stories on the same night again. So very sorry about the SNAFU, but I do appreciate that some of you sent me PMs because you couldn't review again. Thank you all so very much for your reviews, even when you don't agree with the way I've taken the story.

I had the privilege of having my O/S "If the World Ends" pimped by the Fellowsheep of the Peen. Thank you to the WordyBitches for that…it's rare that I ever get that kind of exposure, and I truly appreciate it. If you hear of any of my stories from a rec, please let me know so I can thank them properly.

So, I'm posting this chapter, but I won't post next Wednesday because the hubs is taking me on vacay and we've promised to put away all electronic devices…though, he said nothing about battery operated ones ; )

SMeyer owns all Twilight characters. No copyright infringement intended.

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14.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked as I sat in her kitchen having a cup of tea before I took Jax home for bed. I'd met Peter for a drink and explained to him that Jasper and Alice would be accompanying him to Mexico for New Year's. I explained about Edward and I giving it another chance and I apologized to him because there was the possibility that I'd led him on and I wasn't that kind of person. He wasn't pleased about what I told him at all, but he agreed that we'd maintain our professional relationship, for which I was grateful.

I'd stopped at the hospital and dropped off clean clothes for Chelsea and Edward. Esme was going to spend the night with her because Edward had been called down to the ER for a car accident. Carlisle was bringing Esme's clothes, and they were both going to come to Edward's house for Thanksgiving. I was very happy about it.

"Honey, you can ask anything you want. Oh, I'll bring a pie with me on Thursday. What time do you want Dad and me over?" Mom asked. I still had to tell them about the change of venue.

"Um, actually, we're going to have dinner at Edward's house. Chelsea doesn't need to be moved about, and with Carlisle and Esme back unexpectedly, they didn't have plans so I'm cooking for everyone at Edward's house because it's bigger," I announced.

Mom seemed surprised for a minute, and then she smiled. "So, you really are in love with Edward Cullen. I feel like a prayer has been answered. I'm glad you're finally able to move on from Jacob. Now, I assume that you've talked to him about his just taking off and the two of you have worked through that. Don't let him take advantage of your good heart, Bella. You deserve better than that," Mom chastised.

"I know, Mom, and we have talked about it. It was chaos, to say the least, because when he found out that Chelsea was possibly alive, he kind of snapped and took off to find her. I can't really blame him, can you?" I asked. I needed her to understand, and I needed her to explain it to Dad. She had a way with him that defied the laws of nature, and I needed her to work her magic with him so that he'd stop giving Edward dirty looks when he was around him.

She seemed to contemplate what I told her, and nodded. "I understand it. You know, Dad gives him a hard time because we love you two and he saw how broken you both were when Edward left. I know that Edward's a decent boy, but it didn't escape our notice that you were nearly as distraught over him leaving than when…than…" she began.

"…than when I lost Jake? I know, Mom. My question is do you think you can fall head-over-heels in love twice in your life? Do you think I'm betraying Jacob's memory?" I asked. It had been weighing on my mind, and I went to one of the most optimistic, flaky, loving people I knew to ask advice.

"Betraying Jacob? No, honey of course not. You and Jacob had a very special love. He's gone now, but I believe it's possible to have that kind of love with more than one person in a lifetime. It's apparent from the look on Edward's face that he loves you and Jax, so if you're worried about what people will think, don't," she answered.

I rose from my chair and kissed her on the cheek because it was exactly what I needed to hear. "Thank you, Mom. I love you, you know. Now, I need to get Jax home and to bed. Thanks for taking care of her," I responded. I went to the living room and scooped her up from my dad's sleeping lap and took her home. After she was settled into bed, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Edward.

How's Chelsea? We miss you two-B

Almost immediately, I get a response.

Resting comfortably. We miss you two, too. Glad you're coming for the weekend. Friday we're going car shopping-E

Car shopping? I was curious about that.

Car shopping?-B

I need a car to haul our family around. There are more than two of us. Maybe we'll keep the two-seater for date nights?-E

Date nights? Will there be enough of those to warrant a separate car?-B

If I have my say, there will. I love you, Bella. Going to the ER. I'll talk to you in the morning-E

I love you, too. Tomorrow-B

I settled into my bed and fell into a peaceful sleep that night. No nocturnal conversations over coffee with my dead husband and no worries about Chelsea. It was absolutely glorious.

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"Where's Redward?" Jax asked as I was packing up the groceries to send them with Edward. He'd sent a text that they were on their way that Wednesday night, and I was getting everything ready.

"He's on his way, Miss Impatient. Now, did you brush your teeth?" I asked. I'd finally taught her how to do it herself, and she seemed to grasp the concept.

"Yup," she announced as she smiled broadly, showing me her glowing smile. I couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, I heard the knock and the front door open. Edward walked inside carrying Chelsea in his arms. He gently placed her on my couch and smiled. "Where's my other girl?" he announced as I closed the front door.

Jax ran at him full speed, and he picked her up and kissed her loudly on her cheek. "How are you?" he asked. I could see that he'd missed her and he was trying to listen to her rapid ramblings. I appreciated his attention to her. It was something she needed, and he seemed to sense it and be more than happy to accommodate her.

I walked to the couch and sat down gingerly next to Chelsea, leaving them to their conversation. She was holding Blue in her arms, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'm fine. I missed you, too," she answered my unasked question as I kissed her forehead. She needed her hair washed and a shower, but she was so sweet that I couldn't help but gently hug her.

"I tell ya what. When I come over later, I'll help you shower and we'll wash your hair so you get the hospital smell off of you. When do you have to go back to see Dr. Whitlock?" I asked.

"She has an appointment on Tuesday to check her progress," Edward announced as he tickled Jax. She was squealing with laughter, and I saw Chelsea laugh and then her face scrunched up in pain. I handed her a couch pillow and she held it against her stomach as Jasper had instructed her. She smiled at me and seemed to be more comfortable.

"Okay, well, I was just finishing up getting everything together. I'll go finish and then you two can go home," I announced as I rose from the couch.

I walked into the kitchen and continued down the carefully constructed list I'd created. He had nothing at his place, so I had to anticipate everything, and a list became completely necessary. Just as I was finishing, Edward walked into the kitchen. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me just the way I'd wanted him to for as long as I'd known him. His tongue swept across my lips, and I couldn't help but open them to him and swirl my tongue with his. It was incredible, and I'd missed it very much.

He pulled me closer to him and held me tightly, seeming to forget that both of our daughters were in the living room. When his lips left mine, he gently kissed my cheek…to my jaw…to my neck, sending a flash of fire through my body which manifested itself between my legs. God, I needed to have sex with the man.

Once we pulled away from each other, I saw the smile on his face that I adored, and I knew he had something to say. "Give me your car keys," he announced as he held up the keys to his expensive car on his index finger with this other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I had no intentions of driving the damn thing. It cost more than my house.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm going to take the girls with me, and I need the room, plus my car doesn't have room for all of this shit, so I'll take yours, and you bring mine when you're done with whatever you have to do this evening, which I hope doesn't involve the architect," he announced.

I laughed. He was still worried about Peter O'Rourke, and he truly had no reason to be. We were colleagues, but that was it. "You're so crazy. You have absolutely nothing to worry about with regard to Peter. We'll be working together, but that's where it ends. I'm actually in love with someone, and I have no room for anyone else in my life. All I have to do is finish packing for Jax and me," I answered as I played with the back of his hair.

"You don't need to pack too much," he teased. He kissed me again, and of course, he left me panting. I had the very distinct feeling that sometime over the weekend I was going to be naked with Edward Cullen, yet again. If it happened, it wasn't going to be simple touching or oral sex…it was going to be the real deal. I was ready to have the man make love to me, but I had to figure out how to make the time. I anticipated that some sneaking around would be involved, but that could be quite fun.

"I need to finish up packing and stop at the store to pick up some yeast because I forgot it earlier. Let's get the girls settled in the car, and I'll be along shortly, I promise," I told him. He kissed me again, and that time, I took over and made my intentions known. I swept my tongue over his delectable mouth and when he parted his soft lips, I wasted no time sweeping my tongue inside to dance with his. Suddenly, our hands were groping each other indecently…his on my breast, and mine on his ass, and had we not heard the peals of laughter from the living room, I couldn't guarantee that we wouldn't be naked in my kitchen fucking on the table within about thirty seconds.

"Jax, stop," we heard Chelsea laugh. That brought both of us out of our lust-induced fog, and we hurried into the living room, seeing Jax dancing around to the music in her head. Chelsea was laughing as she clutched the pillow over her stomach, and we were both relieved it wasn't something more serious.

"I dance like Memmett," Jax called as she continued to stomp around the living room with her arms flailing about and then she stopped and began moving her arms in a circle with her hips going in the opposite direction. She was actually spot on with her imitation of Emmett dancing. I'd witnessed it at the wedding reception, and I couldn't help but join in the laughter. His moves were certainly unique.

"Honey, you make Chelsea's tummy hurt when she laughs like that," I called out between my fits of laughter. Edward wasn't faring any better than me.

"No, that's okay. It's good for her to laugh. She needs to keep her spirits up and endorphins are released when she laughs which actually help with the pain. Okay, show's over. Let's go to my house and get you two settled. Your mom will be along shortly," Edward called. He went to the couch and picked up Chelsea, carrying her out, and I picked up Jax, following behind him.

"Listen, I'll be there in a few minutes. You behave and listen to what Edward tells you. You need to help him take care of Chelsea," I instructed as we approached the CRV. Edward had Chelsea settled in the back seat in a seatbelt, and I opened the door and placed Jax in her booster.

"I will, Momma," she answered. I kissed her forehead and closed the car door. Edward walked around the car and opened the driver's side door.

"I'll see you in a few. I love you," he told me as he kissed me chastely on the lips and climbed into my car. They were off in a minute, and I hurried back inside the house to pack us some clothes and necessities and hurried to the store.

One box of dry yeast later and I was pulling up outside of Edward's house. I had my swatch books and paint chips and I was ready to get Chelsea's ideas for what she wanted her room to be. I was quite excited to see what she had in mind.

I grabbed our bags and the small bag containing the dry yeast, and I rang the bell. Jax opened the door with a big smile on her face and a Barbie doll in her hand. "Welcome home, Momma."

I laughed as I breezed by her and walked into the kitchen. I began putting away the groceries that Edward had carried in from my car, and I wasn't at all surprised when two strong arms wrapped around me and two very warm lips took purchase on my neck. "Welcome home," he whispered. I was taken aback because I didn't know exactly what that meant.

I dropped the sweet potatoes in my hands and turned around to look at him. "What exactly does that mean?" I asked.

Just then, Jax ran into the kitchen and picked up my swatch book and ring of paint samples. "We're gonna pick our colors," she called as she ran out again. I looked at Edward and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Um, well, I sort of asked Chels what she thought about you two moving in here with us because I thought Jax was asleep. I didn't know about her game of 'possum' that she plays with Billy. Anyway, Chelsea was on board with the idea and suggested that when you did a room for her, maybe you could do the room next to hers for Jax. Your daughter is quite the little actress," he answered looking nervous.

Oh, he had every right to be nervous. Moving in? Seriously? We had a lot of ground to cover before we ever got to that point. "Um, I don't know…I think…fuck, what am I supposed to say to that?" I asked.

"Look, just take a deep breath and listen to me. I love you, and you say you love me. We're a family, whether you're ready to admit it or not, and I want us to all be settled together. I appreciate that you take care of Chelsea when I work, but seriously, you're not a babysitter. My dragging her back and forth is ridiculous, and well, you've designed the perfect house for us.

"I want so much for us all, and I know that I've got a few years left to get through with my residency, but Bella, I want you to…shit, I didn't plan to do this tonight, but I really, really want you to marry me. I want us to build a life for those two girls out there who are missing a mother and a father, and well, here we are. You're a mother, and I'm a father, and I love your daughter and you love mine. Most importantly, I love you. I want you to marry me. Will you?" he asked. I needed to sit down, so I pulled away from him and grabbed a kitchen chair, sinking into it.

I was so beyond a panic attack that I was regretting the fact that I hadn't had the forethought to make a Will for when I dropped dead of sheer terror. My parents would, of course, take care of Jax so if I was going to die, she'd be loved.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" I asked without reservation. It had to be a joke. We hadn't even discussed anything remotely close to getting married. We were just barely dating again.

"I'm not kidding at all. I planned to ask you this weekend. I have Mom and Dad scheduled to watch the girls on Saturday night so I can take you out for dinner to do it right, but we need to have this discussion right now. Look, I know you loved Jacob, and you know I loved Gianna, but, honey, they're both gone. We have, somehow, been able to find our way to each other, and it just feels right to me. I love you. I love Jax. I want to make a family with the two of you and the two of us. Please, Bella, will you marry me?" he asked again.

It was crazy, but it felt absolutely right. He'd been through a lot of shit with me, and I with him. He loved us, and we loved him. I loved Chelsea, and Jax loved Chelsea, and suddenly, in my mind's eye, I could see a very happy, fulfilling life for the four of us. I knew my answer, and it wasn't at all what I expected it would be.

I looked at him and saw how worried he was, so I walked around the table and sat down on his lap. "I'd love to make a family with you. I'll marry you. I love you, and as improbable as it all seems, it just seems perfect, so yes, I'll marry you," I told him before I showered kisses all over his face. It was a beautiful moment that I prayed I'd never forget as long as I drew a breath.

"Oh, God, thank you. You're amazing," he answered. He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply. As his tongue danced with mine, I felt happier than I'd been in a very long time. He was completely right. Jacob wasn't coming back and Gianna wasn't coming back, but we each had a daughter to raise and we loved each other. Maybe it was the next adventure. At that moment, he was the only man I could ever imaging taking it with, so it had to be right. I was going to marry Edward Cullen, and I was quite happy about it.

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"Chelsea, honey, you tell me if your tummy starts to hurt," I instructed as I washed her hair. She was in the shower, and I was trying my best to help her. We'd covered the bandage on her lower abdomen with plastic wrap, and she'd washed herself up. She just needed help with her hair because it hurt for her to raise her arms over her head. I could understand that completely.

"Did you like what I picked out for my room?" she asked as I shampooed her hair, feeling the shower water wet my arms. I had on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that I was planning to sleep in, but I could tell they'd be soaked, so I was going to have to make a contingency plan.

She'd chosen a warm rose color for her room with tan accents. The fabric she'd chosen for her drapes and comforter were small flowers and shades of pink, rose, and brown. It was going to be stunning.

"I think it'll be gorgeous. Now, Jax's choices are a little more difficult for me to work with," I joked. My daughter, the ever ambitious one, had chosen red, yellow, green and black. A near four-year old choosing to have black in her room worried me a little bit.

When I asked her why, she said it was the color of her hair. I couldn't argue with that, so I set about trying to figure out how to incorporate black into her room without making it look like a dungeon. It was going to be a feat that was for certain.

"She said that green is like Dad's eyes. Yellow is the sun, and red is her favorite color. I think she's very smart," Chelsea commented as she climbed out of the shower and I wrapped a towel around her slight body. I dried her hair with another towel and combed it, and then I helped her into her pajamas after we removed the plastic wrap from around her, and I left her to finish her routine of brushing her teeth and whatever she did before bed.

Jax was already asleep in a spare room that Edward deemed would be hers, and when I went in to check on her as he cleaned up the dinner dishes, I saw she was out like a light. I made sure to switch on a nightlight for her and left the door cracked, just in case.

I stopped by Chelsea's room and saw her settled into her bed. I walked in and sat down on the side and tucked her covers around her, feeling very protective of her. "You know, your name means beautiful in Italian," she offered. I felt myself blush at her comment, and I kissed her forehead.

"You, dear child, are beautiful. I'm so happy you're here with us and you're going to be fine. I hope you know that Jax and I love you very much," I responded with the only thing that came into my head at that point in time. She stretched her arms to me and I hugged her, feeling the tears for the beautiful girl who seemed to have so much love in her in spite of what she'd been through. I didn't hesitate to hug her as gently as I could without hurting her.

"I love you too, and I know that you love Dad. I hope you'll live here with us. I think it would be fun to have a little sister," she responded as she released her hold on me.

I didn't know when we'd talk to them about the decision we'd made to get married, but it would have to come from the two of us, so I merely kissed her forehead. As I rose to leave her to go to sleep, I heard Edward in the hallway. When I walked out of Chelsea's room, he was coming out of the room where Jax was sleeping.

"She doesn't waste time. She's out," he remarked. He kissed me sweetly and walked into Chelsea's room. I left him to be alone with his daughter and walked downstairs finding the rest of the bottle of wine we'd opened for dinner on the coffee table in the living room with two glasses. There was a fire in the huge stone fireplace, and there was soft music playing on the stereo.

I poured us each a glass of the burgundy we'd had with our dinner of spaghetti and marinara, and I settled into the couch I'd procured for the room. It was very comfortable, and I knew I'd made a good choice.

I took a sip and sat back and closed my eyes. Was I really going to marry the man and make a life with him? Could I really move on from Jacob? Would Jax be okay with having two new people in our life permanently? The only answer that came to me with every question I asked myself was a definitive 'yes'.

"Hey now, don't fall asleep on me," I heard as Edward sat down next to me on the couch. His eyes were so clear and bright and happy, and I knew I was making the right decision just by looking into them. He'd love us and he'd take care of us just as we'd take care of him and Chelsea. It was the perfect thing to do.

I smiled at him, hoping he could see the love in my eyes as well. He looked so absolutely adorable in a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked worried, and he had no reason to be. "I was merely picturing our life together. I'm not sleepy, trust me," I answered. I set my glass down on the table and snuggled into his side listening to the music wafting softly around us.

I listened to the beautiful music and was entranced by the sound of it. "Who is this?" I asked. It was incredible.

"It's Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman. She was married to Andrew Lloyd Weber and was in the stage play of "Phantom of the Opera" before they divorced. It's called 'Con te Partiro'. It means 'time to say goodbye'," he answered. The orchestration was beautiful, and their voices were like angels singing.

We sat and listened, and I was swept away. "Look, I mean nothing about 'goodbye' with it. It's a beautiful song, and that's what I was aiming for when I put the CD on," he remarked nervously.

I chuckled next to him. "Actually, it's quite fitting if you think about it. If we're going to make a life for the four of us, it's time for us to say good-bye to the past. We need a fresh start, and we can't have ghosts haunting us if we're truly going to make a go of it, so it is time to say goodbye," I answered.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You're a very intelligent woman, Bella Black. I'm a very lucky man to have you love me," he responded as he looked into my eyes. I was nervous because I knew what I wanted to happen, and I hadn't had it happen in a very long time, so it would be like a first time all over again. Of course, I wasn't the blushing virgin any longer, but I still blushed so not much had changed except that I knew what I wanted, and I wanted him.

He pushed me down on the couch and kissed me gently…once…twice…three times. Each successive kiss became more passionate, and before I knew what was happening, we were pulling at each other's clothes in the living room on the couch. That wasn't exactly how I wanted our first time to be, so I stopped him.

"Edward, we should go to your room," I whispered as he unbuttoned my shirt. That stopped him. Suddenly, he realized where we were and how bad it would be if either of our daughters walked down the stairs to find us on the couch in various stages of undress.

"Shit, you're right. Come on," he announced as he pulled me from the couch and threw me over his shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh as he carried me upstairs. Lights were on all over the house, and the CD player had switched to another CD, but he didn't seem to care and I wasn't about to stop him.

We went to his bedroom and he closed and locked the door before he put me on my feet. I felt a head rush and grabbed onto his arms to hold me up. "I can walk, you know," I responded to his act of caveman-ism.

"I'm well aware of that, but I like to surprise you. Now, what time do you plan to have dinner on the table? I didn't ask anyone what time they were coming over," he responded.

"Let's see, twenty-pound bird, sides, um I need to be up by 6:00 AM," I answered. It wasn't my original timeframe, but I determined that I could get a lot done and we could eat at 2:00 PM. I'd call the guests in the morning with the change of time, and it would be fine. Mom was bringing pies, and Esme said she'd bring a side dish and a pie, so I could handle the rest.

I saw him pick up his alarm clock on the bedside table and press some buttons. He placed it back where it was, and it was then that I noticed a picture of Jax and me from Rosalie and Emmett's wedding in a silver frame on the table. It was the one where I was squatting down to her and we were talking about the fact that she'd have a large wedding. I remembered the moment all too well, and I couldn't help the tears in my eyes.

"I can't believe you have that picture," I commented as he turned to me. He picked it up and looked at it with a smile on his face.

"That was the moment that I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was in love with you. Why wouldn't I want to commemorate it?" he asked. I kicked off my shoes and flung myself across the bed at him. Thankfully he caught me and kissed me as passionately as I wanted to kiss him.

I was kneeling on the bed with my arms tightly around his neck and he was holding me just as tightly. He gently moved us up the bed until I was lying down and he was on top of me, kissing me for all I was worth…or maybe more than I was worth. It was incredible.

"We need to get these clothes off," he breathed against my neck as he continued unbuttoning my blouse from our time downstairs. I didn't stop him that time. I tugged at the sweatshirt he was wearing and he pulled it off over his head and then my blouse was being pulled from my body as well.

His hot mouth was everywhere, and I was in heaven. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pushing them down my legs, and then he stood and rid himself of his as well.

When he climbed back onto the bed, I took the opportunity to slip my hand into his boxer briefs and circle my fingers around his very impressive cock.

I pumped my hand up and down it a few times before he stilled it. "God, please don't do that. I won't last if you do," he whispered against my chest. I understood him completely. He hadn't even really touched me yet, but my body was on fire.

We made quick work of my bra and panties and his boxer briefs. He settled himself between my legs and just when I thought he was about to slip inside me, he stopped. "Wait. Hop up," he instructed. I did as he commanded, and watched him pull the bedspread and covers down on the bed. Once it was unmade, he pulled me back down onto the bed and repositioned himself on top of me.

"Don't want to get the spread dirty?" I asked, feeling very perplexed by his actions.

"What? God, no. I just want you in our bed like it should be. This shouldn't be done on top of the bedspread in a hurry. I've waited too fucking long for it and I want to do this right," he answered.

With that, he gently stroked into me, and it was incredibly, wonderfully amazing. That was the only way I could describe it. I'd only ever been with one man, and it was wonderful. I had to put those memories away and enjoy what the man who had just asked me to marry him was doing to me. And, God, what he was doing to me was indescribable.

We moved against each other, and we both gasped at the feeling. He moved in ways that I didn't know a man could move, and the contact was something I wasn't anticipating. Before I knew what was happening, I was a whimpering, simpering, writhing puddle of need. I felt myself gearing up for release, and I was shocked and ready for it. With several more strokes of his thumb on my clit, I was gone.

I gasped.

I cursed.

I came.

It was glorious.

It was freeing.

It was more than I ever hoped for.

He continued to move on top of me after he stopped for a moment and kissed me passionately. I wanted to feel him release inside me, so I began moving my hips against his, and soon, I felt his breathing pick up.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered as he swirled his tongue around my right nipple. He moved faster, and I couldn't help but move with him. He had stamina that was for fucking sure.

Suddenly, he crashed his mouth into mine, and I felt him twitch inside me. "Oh God, I love you," he whispered as he pulled away from me for a moment and then collapsed on top of me, holding his weight on his elbows. I prayed that was a good sign.

"Um, so?" I asked apprehensively after a few moments of silence.

It was our first time, and I wasn't sure at all if he'd enjoyed it. I was worried that I hadn't done something I could have that would have made it better for him, but when the smile broke out on his face, I knew immediately that I had nothing to worry about.

"So? You really have to question that? It was fantastic, Bella," he answered my unasked question.

"You're sure? I mean, I could have done something better, but I'm not exactly…" I began. He kissed me to shut me up, and I couldn't help but laugh against his mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "You don't need to worry, and you couldn't have done anything better. It was perfect, love. I enjoyed it, and if I'm not mistaken, I think you did too, right?" he asked sounding a little anxious in his own right.

"Yes," I quickly answered. I didn't want him to worry. I wasn't very sure of myself, having only been with Jacob, and I actually didn't know if there was something I should have done that I didn't, but he seemed completely satisfied so I chose not to question it.

He gently rolled off of me, about which I wasn't really happy, but when he pulled me into his body and wrapped his arms around me, I was instantly placated. It felt fabulous to be held so intimately. It had been a very long time for me.

"Bella, I've waited a while for that, and I want there to be no doubt that I truly enjoyed it. I've fantasized about it, but it was far better than my thoughts could conjure. There's a lot to be said for making love to someone," he responded as he kissed the top of my head.

He was absolutely right, and as I kissed his chest, I knew that what we had was right for both of us. It wasn't going to be easy, and it wasn't going to be perfect but it was us. It was going to be a new adventure that I welcomed with open arms.

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E/N: Oh, sorry, I forgot to warn you that they were finally going to do the deed…hope you weren't disappointed.

Let me know what you think, please. Oh, I'm almost finished with "Fine Line" and I'm trying to decide which story to put up when I get back to you all after Easter. Here are the two choices that I'm offering at the moment. I have a vamp story that I've been working on and a story about two virgins…I guess I should give you more.

"Choices"

The Volturis' three most intoxicating agent are dispatched to the United States with orders to bring back three powerful assets. Unbeknownst to the Triumvirate, one of their agents knows that things have changed in the organization and a very important part of the process has been abandoned…the choice of the asset to join or not to join. Will the agents succumb to the orders of their superiors or will they take matters into their own hands to protect the innocents?

Twilight/AU. Vamps/Humans/Wolves/Hybrids…They're all in there, but I mixed it up a bit. Canon couples with a few surprises thrown in. NC-17 for lemony goodness, language. Good guys…bad guys…Beautiful girls.

Or the other…

"Doors & Windows & Faith"

The road less traveled was the path on which Edward Cullen was walking. As his mentor had told him, it wasn't for everyone, and as the day approached to make a lifelong commitment, he knew that it wasn't right for him. A flight home to explain his decision to his loved ones puts him in the seat next to someone who would change his path forever.

All human. Canon couples. NC-17 for language and future adult situations.

So, with that said…Till next time…xoxo