A/N: Hey guys! Couple of announcements I wanna make before I start the chapter so bear with me. First, since you all agreed, after the story is done, I'll do some EPOV outtakes definitely. Secondly, I'm looking at this story being about 20 chapters at least. That's what I'm aiming for at least so yea. And lastly, thanks for sticking around and digging my story, you're all awesome-sauce!

I'll shut up now...8 days left...

Chapter 9: It's A Figure of Speech

"Well, my dad is the chief of police in my little town and my mom just sorta does her own thing. Slumming and stuff."

"A house wife, then?" Edward asked offering a grape to me which I accepted, eating it from his hand and nodding in thanks.

"My mom is the farthest thing from a 'house wife'", I laughed at the thought. "She's extremely strange and eccentric. It drives me and my dad crazy the number of times she switches around the furniture for feng shui and better living. 'Become one with yourself, Bella'", I mocked my mother, joining in with Edward's laughter.

"She sounds cool," he corrected, his laughter shaking both our bodies as I laid on his chest. We were in my bed with Edward sitting up against the headboard and me resting between his legs, my back to his chest. He'd made us a makeshift picnic, gathering fruits and candy from the hotel gift shop.

I can't remember how we got on the subjects of our lives back home but we'd been talking about it for half an hour at least. I'd learned about Edward's parents- a doctor and an interior decorator- and how he was an only child but had been raised with his cousin Emmett his entire life and thought of him like a brother. I told him about Jake and how we'd been inseparable since birth and how he was like the brother I never had. I felt like we were veering into the realms of 'complication' in our relationship with all the shared personal details but I told myself as long as Edward didn't object then it was fine. He was more experienced with the whole detachment thing anyway. He'd stop me if I went too far.

"Do you feel like we should be doing something more exciting with our last days together?" I questioned, twining my fingers with his as they rested on my shoulder.

"I don't know," he breathed out, sounding confused. "I like it here," he mumbled into my hair. "Are you objecting?"

I smiled to myself. "Nope."

BL

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked as he slipped his sandals on. He chuckled to himself before turning to me and gripping my hips, pulling me to him.

"I can take care of myself, Bella. I told you he's probably not even there and if he is, then I can handle it." He was going to get all his shit from James' place and bring it here. His injuries had just begun to heal up and the last thing I wanted was for him to get into another fight again.

I bite my lip. "If you're sure."

"Stop worrying, love."

We both froze, wide eyed and stared at each other as he spit out that last word. Love? "You called me-"

"Did I-"

We both started at the same time.

"You just said-"

"I meant to-"

"What?"

"Huh?"

I held up a hand to stop our talking over each other and I waved my hand for him to talk first. He scratched at his neck. "I was...it's a figure of speech. It slipped out."

"Right, yea. I thought so. No worries." I threw on a smile as I awkwardly looked away from him. Why the hell was I disappointed that he didn't mean to say it?

"So, I'm going to go now. Uh, bye," he said quickly as he left, leaving me there feeling like things were more than...complicated.

A/N: Yep, super short. I'll try and update tomorrow. So basically, they're veering the lines of detachment. How long before something major happens? ... ;) Until next time, guys.