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Fifteen minutes later, we were back on the bed, lying side by side, our hands clasped. There was a tension in the air and I wanted it gone. I knew something could be happening inside my body just now and I really didn't want to think about that.

"Distract me," I mumbled as tears sprung into my eyes. "Tell me something I don't know about you." I turned into his side, burrowing my face in his shoulder.

Edward wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly to his side, sighing. When he started talking, he shocked me into silence. I had no idea what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn't that.

"I was four when I went to the Zoo for the first time," he started on a soft tone, his fingers moving in hypnotizing ways on my back. "I had cotton candy and caramel popcorn and…I was fascinated by the lions. I remember Da… Ed having to literally take me in his arms and carry me somewhere else." He chuckled. "Nothing held my attention and I wanted the lions again. That was until we reached the birds. My favorite bird was the swan."

I slapped him, the sound too loud in the tense, empty room.

"What? It's true. I swear. You can ask them." He paused for a little, probably lost in the nice memory. "When we left, we stopped at the toy store at the entrance and…they bought me a lion. I still have it somewhere around here."

"Here? Or home?"

"Here," he insisted. "It's really tattered and it kept me company…you know…in the bad times," he mumbled.

I slung my arm over his stomach, hugging him tightly. "I still don't understand how they could do such a thing to you. How…you can…talk with them now."

"Mom talked me with after Christmas, New Year...you know…when we went home?" I just nodded. He continued. "Yeah, so we talked and…she told me why she accepted their presence in my life again. She told me it was just this one life and that I was kind and she knew I could get over everything and…just listen to their story. Mom insisted that I didn't have to forgive them or call them mom or dad; I just had to talk to them again. Because it's very good to forgive people, even though they don't deserve it. I didn't believe her, and frankly this looks like something a priest would tell you, but after some mulling, I realized that the past was past and well, the future matters, right?"

I waited for him to keep talking, but he seemed to have stopped. Then I felt something wet on my forehead and I looked up. Edward turned his head away quickly.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, cupping his wet cheek. "Look at me."

He sniffed. "No."

"Come on, Edward. I don't care if you're crying. Everyone is allowed to be weak at some point in life. And you're more than allowed to cry when you think of…that."

"They kept telling me that I was stupid. That I was weak. They made me feel like…the last piece of shit in the world."

I sobbed, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

After a few minutes, he chuckled, sniffing again. "And I managed to ruin our night."

"You didn't ruin anything. I urged you to talk," I reminded him.

He kissed my forehead, wrapping us better in the blanket, his arms around my waist squeezing me. In no time, we fell asleep.

Considering the events of the previous night, I should have expected a fucked up dream. But it felt so real that when I woke up in cold sweat, I knew I couldn't wait till morning. It was barely three AM and I was dreaming of being pregnant and painting a house from the pictures Edward had showed me.

I glanced down at him. He was on his stomach, an arm dangling from the bed, the other around my waist as he snored loudly. I slipped out of the bed and quickly grabbed some panties, sweats and one of his shirts, a pair of socks and some flip flops before leaving the room. I illuminated the way down the hall with my phone. I stood in front of Alice and Rose's room for about five minutes before I plucked up the courage and knocked.

Finally, I rapped my knuckles on the door. It opened after a few long minutes.

A sleepy Jasper was trying to focus his eyes on me. "What the…?"

"Hey, Jazz," I whispered, biting my lip. I should have known.

"Bella? What…? Are you okay? Edward?"

"Yes, yes. I just need something from Alice."

"She's sleeping. Please don't wake her up. We went to bed like an hour ago."

"I won't wake her. I know where she keeps what I need."

"Okay, but be quick. I'll go back to sleep. Let yourself out."

"What about locking the door?"

"Fuck it."

I found the pills and took one, gulping it with saliva, slipping out of the room and returning to Edward. He was awake, with his phone in his hand.

"I was calling you. Where did you go?"

"To grab the pill."

"Oh." He nodded solemnly, opening his arms. I crawled to him and let him hug me. "I wish I could say it is going to be okay."

"It has to be," I whispered.

We fell back asleep and when I woke up four hours later, every muscle in my body ached. It took me a second to realize why I was having a muscular fever. The basketball game.

I groaned loudly, rubbing my thighs and ass, but my arms hurt too.

"Morning," I heard Edward saying sleepily.

"Hey. What is the hour?"

"Close to seven."

I turned my head to him, my neck muscles burning. I moaned again. "Do you have Tylenol or something for the pain? Anything?"

"What hurts?" he asked, suddenly alert.

"Everything?"

A frown creased between his brows.

"I haven't done anything remotely as sportive as yesterday in a very long time."

Understatement appeared on his face, then he started chuckling. "So that means you did something sportive at some point in your life?"

"Don't be a dick."

"I think I have Advil," he said, chuckling before jumping out of the bed and going to the bathroom. He hadn't put anything on him and I couldn't help but appreciate how good he looked. How his ass moved, his narrow waist, his broad shoulders, his muscled arms and toned legs. When he returned, I admired his abs, and turned red at his nakedness as my eyes wondered lower. He was half hard.

"Do I pass the inspection?"

My eyes snapped to his and I turned as red as a tomato. "You're so beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he whispered, sitting next to me, offering me the glass with water and pill. A grin stretched on his face. "Swallow up."

"If I wouldn't hurt so much…I'd swallow you up." My eyes widened and my hand slapped my mouth. Shit. What did I just say?

Edward chocked on his spit before starting to laugh loudly. "What have you done with that sweet innocent girl I fell in love with?

"You corrupted her," I mumbled in my hand.

"She's hidden somewhere in there. I'm sure I can bring her out," he said seriously, nuzzling in my neck.

"I don't know about me, but you changed a lot, mister."

"I did, didn't I?" His voice emitted smugness.

There was a knock on the door. Edward groaned, shuffling to the door. I stopped him right before he opened it.

"Don't! Put some clothes on you!" I shouted, making a sprint to his side.

"I really didn't want to hear that," Alice shouted from the other side.

We changed a look, grinning. He grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom as I opened the door.

"Morning, Alice," I greeted.

"Morning, Bella. Jazz told me you visited last night."

"Oh, yes. I sort of…stole one of your pills." I look at my socked feet, blushing like mad.

"What pills?" she asked suspiciously.

"You know…the ones…you take after…" I bit my lips, glancing at her blue eyes.

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?"

"I hope so. We forgot it," I mumbled.

"Totally my fault," Edward said seriously coming to stand behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

The weeks that followed were relatively normal, although there was a tense cloud above our heads. I hadn't been this scared on Thanksgiving, not this much. He hadn't finished inside me then.

March first comes and goes.

March second comes and goes.

March third comes and goes.

My ears were ringing and I felt sick every time I thought about it – I silently begged for my period to come.

"You're too worried. It's a great factor in delaying it," Rose told me.

I just scowled at her and kept counting.

By the time March seventh came, I finally decided to bring up the impediment to Edward. It was late when I knocked on his door. I was trembling like a leaf.

"Come in!" he shouted.

I found him on his bed, surrounded by huge tomes and papers, writing his license. He shot me a huge smile before focusing on the laptop again.

"Edward," I whispered, falling at his side.

His green eyes went wide as he looked at me worried. "Are you okay?"

My stomach was churning. I guess worried sick got a new meaning. My hand flew to my mouth as I sprinted to the bathroom.

I made myself sick with worry. That's it. Nothing else. I kept encouraging myself.

Edward stood in the bathroom doorway, looking at me with fear in his eyes. He gave me a glass of water, sitting next to me.

"Fuck."

"I… It's seventh," I blurted out.

"I know. I have to show my teacher tomorrow what I wrote on my paper and I didn't have time to write anything."

"I'm late."

"When do you have it due?"

I was positive we were talking about different things. He wouldn't be this open about my period. But I told him the truth, nonetheless. "March first or second, okay...sometimes fourth, but that was when I was worried about things."

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused.

I rolled my eyes. "My period," I whispered. I watched as it dawned to him then he sprung to his feet and went to his room, grabbing a coat and trying to slip his shoes on at the same time.

"Where are you going?" I shouted, running after him. Was he having a panic attack? Did he need some time to process it?

"I'm going to…buy you…a test. Fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I'm…if… Crap, Bella."

I reached for him to tell him that whatever happened, we'd figure something out, but he was gone before I could touch him.

I plopped on his bed and looked through his medicine books, trying to distract myself. It felt like hours passed until he returned. When Edward slipped inside his room, he looked shaken and more scared than I'd ever seen him.

My stomach was hurting, but it was because I was too nervous. I had to get a grip.

"Can you…stay with me?" I mumbled.

"You have to pee on it. Surely, you don't want me there. I'll stay if it makes you feel better."

I thought about it for a second. "The second I finish, you're with me in there."

"Of course. Love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and slowly slipped my pajama bottoms down then my panties. As I was about to grab the box that seemed to be burning, I saw red. Literally. My panties were red.

I squealed. Loudly. I didn't care if I woke up the whole campus.

Edward barged inside the bathroom before disappearing as soon as he had appeared. "I'm glad we're okay and all but please…Do you have bleach?"

I laughed, dressing up again and leaving the bathroom. I hugged him as tightly as I could. "You came on me, honey. I didn't tell you to enter."

"It sounded like you were murdered."

His face was red and he tried to look disgusted but I could see how happy he was. We were relaxed. For the first time in almost a month, we were relaxed.

"I'll go…take care of this."

"Okay. Will you come back?" he mumbled, catching my hand and looking uncertain.

"Aren't you busy?" I nodded to the bed.

"Well…you can stay here. Please?"

"Be right back."

When I returned to his room, he was engulfed in his thesis again. I snuggled into his side with a book of his, he wasn't using and he simply moved his right arm around me, bringing it to the laptop again. Every now and then, he'd drop a kiss to my head or neck, but we were quiet as he wrote. After some time, my head fell against his chest and I tried to follow the words he was writing, but it was becoming hard to keep my eyes open.

"I need this," I heard him whispering. I was too sleepy to realize what he wanted, but after a soft chuckle, he extracted the book from my hands. I felt him flexing his right arm and decided to just move to my side of bed and sleep. My head fell on something hard, but I didn't open my eyes to see what it was.

I woke up with a crick in my neck and moaned, turning around. My head had been on one of Edward's huge books. I hoped he hadn't needed it. Closing my eyes again, I moved my hand behind me. Empty. Cold.

I turned my head to see the room and bed empty. Where was he?

Then I saw a note next to the book I had slept on.

Good morning, my little thief,

If my teacher says I had to write from the book you were snuggling with, I'll blame you. Kidding. :D

I put some Advil on the nightstand in case your neck hurts.

I hope I'll be done by lunch. Can we meet at Starbucks? 12.30? I know you don't have classes until three because I know Bob's schedule by heart.

I have to go, Briana came after me and she's threatening to kill me if I don't get a move.

Love you, always.

Edward 3

I was trying to take everything in when I saw the hour. 12:15.

"SHIT!" I shouted, jumping out of the bed. I shouldn't have, considering my monthly visitor didn't like such aerobically movements.

I shuffled to my room and got ready as quickly as I could. When I left his room, it was almost twelve thirty. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I moved as quickly as I could toward Starbucks. I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it. Ever.

When I went inside the coffee house it was 12:45. I scanned the place and found Edward sprawled on a plush couch, coffee in hand, head against the back of the couch. He looked asleep, and he probably was considering the coffee cup was at an odd angle, almost spilling on his crotch.

I scurried his way, taking the cup from his hand. He jerked awake, ready to snap at me for stealing his coffee. When he saw me, he sighed, rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Did you sleep at all?" I whispered, sitting next to him and kissing his cheek.

"No. You sleep well?"

"I woke up half an hour ago. I'm late." I laughed. "I'm glad you were sleeping."

He looked at his phone, narrowing his eyes at me. "Nice, Swan." He looked toward the entrance and groaned. "No, go away," he moaned.

I looked up to see Briana coming our way, grinning, papers in hand.

"What happened?"

"We were assigned a project. Together. The last time we worked together on something, I was sporting at least fifty bruises."

"Because you never know when to shut up."

"Can't you be on my side?"

"Hi!" Briana reached us, her smile never flattering. Instead of taking the chair, she pushed me until I was on Edward's lap. "I know what we can write about!"

"Look, Bree, I'm tired. I didn't sleep at all last night," Edward moaned, reaching for his coffee.

"Just listen to me," she said impatiently.

I went to buy a coffee while she talked – alone, probably – because Edward looked ready to fall back asleep. After ten minutes of waiting and buying the coffee, I returned to the couch. He was alone, his head dropping on his shoulder.

"Why don't you go to your room to sleep?" I wondered.

He didn't move.

"Hey!" I flicked his leg.

Edward jerked awake, rubbing the spot I had hit. "What?"

I laughed at his stubbornness. "Go and sleep."

"No, no. I'm okay. Really. I won't sleep tonight if I sleep now."

"So…how was your thesis?" I asked, bringing my legs to my chest, sipping from the coffee.

He shot me an exasperated look. "You'd think it was the deal what I gave him! He started shouting that the spacing was all wrong, that I didn't have footnotes, that I simply copy-pasted stuff, and so on. What the fuck did he want me to do? Invent a cure for something?"

"Well, you should respect the spacing and footnotes, for a first. I showed the draft of my thesis at the same time with Bob, and he had the same trouble as you," I explained. "Boys." I shook my head.

"But it's stupid. I'll do it perfect for the presentation at the end."

"Edward, the teacher has to see that you know what you're doing. He doesn't know you'll make it nice for the end."

He snorted, gulping from his coffee and frowning. "And as if it wasn't enough to split my head with this fucking thing, I have to write another project."

"I have a project for every class I take, plus the thesis. Do the math," I told him, laughing.

"Yes, but you don't have any extracurricular this year. I have practice more than ever and then there are the games away. Fuck, I'm going to fail," he moaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

I hated to see him so distraught. I scooted next to him and put my arm around his shoulders. He pressed his head to my shoulder immediately, sighing.

"I'll help you," I whispered, stroking his hair.

"You can't. You have your own projects, as you said. But thanks, I appreciate it, Bella."

We sat in silence for a long time and I knew he had fallen asleep. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I grabbed it before it could wake Edward.

Hey. Sorry, but I can't make it to class this afternoon. Bob.

I groaned, realizing I had to go alone. I had gotten used to have my class with him all this year.

As I drank my coffee, I extricated a book from my bag and looked through it, not like Economics looked like light reading, but I didn't want to wake Edward again. He wasn't going to go back to his room.

"So cute."

"Yeah, too bad he's with her."

"My brother told me that he's with someone else every day."

My head snapped up and I saw four girls at two tables away, looking toward us, giggling and gossiping. One of them averted her eyes when she saw me looking. Glaring, probably. Were they blind? I was with him and I wasn't going anywhere. Whoever informed them of a different girl everyday, was out of date.

Edward shifted, his head slipping lower, against my breast. I felt him smiling as his arms wrapped around me.

I made sure to look at the girls again. They had brought their heads together and were whispering.

Stupid freshmen. I didn't want to label them, because I was like them once, but I'd never done what they were doing. I hated it.

Returning my attention to my Economics book, I hoped they'd stop staring at us. I'd really say something stupid. After some time, Edward's head slipped from my chest and laded on my lap. He shot up, looking around disorientated.

"I fell asleep?" he asked in a thick voice, scrubbing at his five-o'clock shadow.

"Don't feel too bad. You were tired."

Edward sat up, stretching and yawning. His shirt rode up and I poked his stomach.

"Omph!"

I laughed, leaning into him to kiss his cheek when I heard the girls talking. I had almost forgotten about them. Might as well show them he's mine. I aimed for the lips instead of his stubby cheek. Edward's brought me on his lap, grinning against my lips, his tongue licking my lips before sneaking into my mouth. I grasped his hair, bringing his head closer. I forgot about why I started doing it in the first place and we kept kissing for a few minutes.

When we separated, my eyes landed on the clock on the wall. Today wasn't my day. I was going to be late.

"I have to go to class," I mumbled, pecking his lips again.

"I'll walk you."

"Let me go to the bathroom quickly then we'll go."

He let me go and I rushed to the bathroom, aware I had fifteen minutes to get to my class.

When I returned, the giggling girls were next to Edward. He was on his feet, my bag on his shoulder, hands shoved in his pockets, answering to whatever they were asking.

"Ready?" I asked, sneaking my arms around his waist.

He relaxed instantly, putting his arm around me. "Yeah. It's Chicago… Next weekend, I think," he told the girls.

"And we can come?" one of them asked on a too breathlessly voice to be called normal.

"Sure." Edward shrugged. "You just have to talk with, uhh, the head of cheerleaders. She has the tickets for fans."

"What's her name?"

That was the trick question. Edward scarped the back of his neck. "No idea. I think it's Gina, but it could be something else. Just ask for the head of cheerleaders," he insisted. "I have to go."

"Oh, okay. Thanks!" the courageous girl said, grinning. "Bye!"

"Bye," Edward said, taking my hand and leading me out. "Geez, don't leave my side again. Especially when I've lost a night."

I laughed, squeezing his hand. "I think they waited for the chance to get you alone. They kept talking about you while you were sleeping."

"Really? So you left on purpose?"

"No, I forgot about them." It wasn't a lie. The kiss had fogged my brain. "So next game is in Chicago?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

He chuckled. "Yeah. About that," he started, glancing at me. "When I'm not practicing…do you want to look at the houses?"

I stumbled, but he caught me quickly.

"Oh, you need more time to think?"

"No." I gulped, still scared of moving away, of leaving alone with him, of really making it official.

"Then?"

"I'm just…I need more time to process it."

"Are you scared?" Edward asked, stopping in the middle of the road. "I'm scared shitless of this whole thing."

"You don't even show it."

"I'm a good actor." He winked at me, stirring me toward my building. "But in all honestly, I don't know what the future has for me. I mean, the officials like it… but this game is crucial…I guess. People from The Bulls will be there. Fuck. I'm going to be a mess."

I stopped, bringing his head to me. "You'll be amazing. Like usual," I encouraged him.

"So I'm amazing?"

"Oh, my God! We'll need a big house, so you and your ego could fit in."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist, raising me up and twirling around. "I love you so much. And I can't wait to go house viewing with you."

"If you want me there, you better put me down."

With a kiss on my nose, he let me down gently, grabbed my hand and we quickened our pace. I was already five minutes late.

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