Okay, so I got bored tonight, and figured I'd continue writing, since I had nothing else really to do. I know I just set up the Prologue, and Chapter One, but really, this got stuck in my head and it needed to come out. Three is being written in my head, as we speak, and it wants to get out as well, but being it's three AM, I highly doubt anything coherent will come through.

See you at the bottom!

Chapter Two: What the…

PRESENT

You know that moment between awake and asleep, where you can hear everything around you, but you just can't move or speak to let them know you're there? Well, that was what I was going through right now. I could hear the rain pelting against the windows to my left. I could hear the beeping of machines behind me. I could smell the scent of perfume, aftershave, and the whisper of sniffles coming from a woman beside me. However, for the life of me, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I just listened.

"What are we supposed to tell him when he wakes up? He may not even remember what happened," a low male voice whispered. I knew the voice, but I just couldn't place it with a face. Who was it?

"I don't know darling. I just want him to be alright. I want both my babies to be alright." I could hear a woman starting to cry harder, and I could feel it clench around my chest. I always hated when women cried… I didn't know who this was either. It felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, but I felt so confused and groggy. I really just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Hush Esme, it'll be alright. God provides, you'll see."

At that point, I assumed the woman crying was a woman named Esme, but my mind still couldn't filter out who she was. I felt the pull of sleep taking me back into the darkness, back to my dreams.

MEMORIES

On Saturday I woke up to the sun shining through my bedroom window, practically blinding me as I squinted away from the light. I rubbed my hand over my face as a yawn escaped me. As I started to stretch everything that happened last night came rushing back to me and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Turning onto my side, I reached over for Bella, but all I found was a cold pillow. I sat straight up in bed staring down at the last place I saw her. As I looked around I saw her clothes were gone too.

Maybe she was in the bathroom, yeah. Yeah, that has to be it.

I got out of bed and picked up my boxers and dress pants, quickly pulling them up as I opened the bedroom door.

The doorway to the bathroom was open, showing no one was in there, and there were no sounds coming from the living room.

"Bella?" I called out her name as I continued searching frantically.

Oh please, please don't have had her run off. Please, please, please, God.

I quickly stumbled out into the living room, but no one was there either.

Please God, I'll do anything, just don't have her have regretted last…

All thoughts stopped in their tracks as I looked at my kitchen table. A note was folded over with my name penned in across it. I took a deep breath as I walked towards the note, praying that the note didn't mean what I thought it meant.

I ran my hand through my hair a few times before I got the courage to pick it up. I sat down at my kitchen table, took a deep breath and slowly opened the note before me.

Dear Edward,

I had the most amazing time last night. You are such a wonderful man and I can't tell you how wonderful you made me feel. First thing, I want to tell you I don't normally do these types of things with someone I just met. I wanted to let you know that right off the bat. Please don't take offense to me not being there when you woke up. You were so handsome, sleeping peacefully, I did not want to wake you.

I had to get home to finish getting ready for Alyssa's arrival tomorrow. I really do wish to keep seeing you. I'm giving you my number, hoping you'll feel the same. If not, I'll understand.

~ Bella

555-0199

I read through her note three times before setting it down and looking over at the clock on the microwave.

12:15 P.M.

HOLY HELL! I've never slept in that late. No wonder she left. But she wanted to keep seeing me. And obviously she wanted me to call her, else wise why would she give me her number.

If not, I'll understand.

Does she think I wouldn't want to spend more time with her? She can't possibly think I brought her home, just to…

No. Not after spending practically all night talking about ourselves. She couldn't possibly.

I jumped out of the chair, and ran back into my bedroom to grab my phone, paper in hand. I dialed her number and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" I could hear the question in her voice. Obviously she didn't have my number, so she didn't know who it was.

"Bella. It's uh… It's Edward."

"Oh… Hi."

"I got your note. Thank-you for leaving your number. I'm glad."

"Oh. Really?"

She sounded so shy, I could almost hear her pacing and blushing over the phone.

I chuckled softly, "Bella, do you really think I wouldn't want to continue seeing you after last night?"

"Well… I… I mean… I didn't want to presume, you know… after…"

"Bella, I didn't mean just back at my apartment. The whole night was amazing… you're amazing," I whispered the last part over the phone suddenly shy… Did I think she was amazing? The most amazing person I've ever met, no question. Did I want to keep seeing her? Are you blind, of course! Did I ever talk to a woman like this, telling her my inner most thoughts? Uh, no.

"You're amazing too, Edward." She whispered back over the phone, and then we both fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"I wish I could have woken up with my arms wrapped around you. I think that would have made it perfect."

"Me too. I'm sorry, I had to finish unpacking. My father is bringing Alyssa up tomorrow morning and I have a lot of unpacking left to do."

I sat down on my bed, rubbing the back of my neck as I leaned my elbows on my knees.

"Bella, I don't want to sound too presumptuous, but… did you… I mean, would you perhaps… want any help?"

I felt my stomach fall into knots asking her if I could help her unpack. I wanted to see where she lived. I wanted to see where her home would be, and maybe asking her to dinner tonight.

It felt like it took her forever to answer but finally she said she'd love my help. I felt myself let go of a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, and grabbed the pen and pad inside my end stand drawer, jotting down her address. She was right last night, it wasn't that far from my place. Just a few blocks down from the diner. I smiled thinking about our conversation in the diner, and couldn't wait to see her again.

I promised to be there in an hour and we hung up. I quickly took my clothes off and jumped into the shower, scrubbing quickly, and washing my hair, before I rinsed and jumped out. I ran the towel through my hair quickly before toweling dry and wrapping the towel around my waist. I walked over to the mirror, and ran my hand across it, getting the steam off the glass and stared at my reflection.

I couldn't remember ever feeling this way about a woman before. I mean, sure I'd had a fair share of relationships before. Mind you, I'm no man-whore, but I have been with a few women. However, none of those women even compared to Bella. I almost wanted to see her again, just to see if I had placed her on some pedestal last night. I hadn't had that much to drink, but with the way my mind was working right now, I prayed she was the same woman I could remember. Smart, witty, beautiful, soft, amazing…

I shook my head out of my thoughts and finished getting ready. I walked out of the bathroom, threw my towel into the hamper, and opened my dresser drawers. I grabbed a clean pair socks, boxers and jeans and threw them on, and walked over to my closet looking for a shirt to wear. I stared at my clothes hanging there, completely unsure of what to wear. Without thinking I grabbed a long sleeved blue button down and pushed the sleeves up my forearms.

I walked over to the dresser, grabbed my wallet and threw it into my back pocket, picked up my phone and keys, threw my sneakers on, and headed out the door; locking it before heading down the stairs to my car.

I opened the door to my silver Volvo XC60, turned the key and sped off down the road towards her house. Along the way I saw a local flower shop and stopped to pick her up a bouquet. As I stood inside staring at the flowers I couldn't decide what to get her. I knew flowers had meanings, as to which went with what, I had no idea. I figured picking up roses would be too much since we just started our relationship, and quite frankly I didn't think we were at the "love" stage.

"Can I help you?"

I turned around to see an older lady coming from behind the counter. She had pure silver white hair, curled around her face with a smile that reminded me of my grandmother when I was younger.

I smiled back at her and nodded toward the arrangements. "I'm looking for some flowers."

I heard her laugh behind me. "Well, that much I figured son, yes. They for your girl?"

I chuckled at my own words. I could just hear her saying 'well, duh'. I looked back over at her and nodded my head again. "Yeah. We just met and I don't want to offend her with something that means the wrong thing."

I could practically see the thoughts forming in her head as she continued to stare at me thoughtfully. "Well, what's she like?"

Beautiful, breathtaking, sweet, sexy, amazing, wonderful, innocent, goddess-like, everything I've ever wanted…

"She's… well, she's…"

"What's her name, we'll start with that," she laughed.

"Bella… her name is Bella."

"Bella… well, her name means beauty, we could start there. How about some pink tulips. They're a beautiful flower, but they mean affection and caring?" She walked back behind the counter and placed a bouquet of pink tulips in front of me with a blue satin ribbon tied around the stems.

As I stared at them all they could remind me of is the blush that rose across her beautiful face and breasts, the blue reminding me of the dress that fell down her luscious body as I worshiped her, and thought they were absolutely…

"Perfect."

I paid and left the boutique, placing the bouquet gently into the passenger side seat before heading back towards Bella's apartment. After a few minutes I stood outside her apartment building, holding the bouquet of flowers taking a few deep breaths. I don't know why, but I felt like a teenage boy going on my first date, about to meet the girl's father… you know, the father that cleans the shotgun as you're waiting for her to finish getting ready.

I walked up the few steps and pressed the buzzer for her apartment.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice came across the buzzer and I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face.

"Bella, it's Edward."

"Oh… Come on up."

The door unlocked and I quickly pulled it open and headed up the stairs. I reached her apartment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves and knocked on her door. She must have been standing right beside the door, because it opened not two seconds afterward.

A shy smile lit her face as she looked me over. "Hi," she said softly.

"Hi." I smiled back. We both stared at each other for a few short moments before she shook her head quickly, like coming out of a dream.

"Oh… sorry. Come in." She opened the door wider and I was able to walk into her apartment for the first time. I pulled the flowers out from behind me.

"These are for you." I said gazing down at her beautiful face. I most definitely had not thought up how breathtakingly beautiful she was. Soft mahogany hair, button nose, wide chocolate eyes, full kissable lips. Lips I wanted to kiss right now.

"Oh Edward, they're beautiful. You didn't have to do that. Thank you." She took them and pressed them against her face taking in their scent before closing the door.

"Let me just put these in water, and I'll give you the tour." She walked into her kitchen and I was able to glance around her apartment for the first time. Her living room and dining room were part of one large room to the left, spacious enough for a couch and loveseat in an L shape in one corner of the room, and a four seated dining table closer to the front door. Large windows were facing the far long wall facing the Seattle city. On the right side was the kitchen, with marble counter tops, oak cupboards, and modern appliances, with a small island with stools. Straight ahead was a corridor that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedrooms.

I heard her footsteps walking back towards me and I got a chance to look at her again. She was in a pair of jeans that looked comfortably worn in, an old tee-shirt that I could see a few holes in, her hair in a messy bun, and a smudge of dirt across her forehead where it looked like she was wiping her brow. Yet even still, I could feel my heart skip a beat or two while staring at the vision in front of me.

"Bella…" I placed my hand against her cheek and bent my body closer to her. I could see her chest moving faster as she took in a few ragged breaths before closing her eyes and leaning into my hand. I placed my other hand on the other cheek and gently raised her face towards my lips. I softly grazed my lips against her top one before slowly placing her bottom lip between mine and sliding my tongue along it, begging for entrance. I felt her body lean closer against me, granting my plea as her soft tongue danced with my own.

I placed one hand around her waist and brought her soft body completely into contact with my own. God she felt amazing against me, her scent cascading around me making my head spin, her sweet breath drifting across my face causing me to go completely hard against her. I didn't want to give her the wrong idea, that all I wanted was sex, so slowly I pulled away, giving her a few chaste kisses before resting my forehead against hers. We both stood there, allowing our breaths to slow down as I gazed into her beautiful chocolate orbs.

"That's how I should have said good morning to you." I whispered as I ran my thumb along her flushed cheek.

"Hmm, that would have been nice," she responded softly running her tiny fingers along my back and shoulder blades.

I didn't want to let her go, truth be told. She felt so perfect in my arms, that it felt so wrong to do so, but I knew I had to, else I would have asked to see her bedroom for more than a tour. I placed her small hand in mine as she showed me around the place. I was correct when she showed me the area down the hallway. Bathroom to the right, and at the end of the hall two doors, the left leading to hers, the right, Alyssa's.

As we were walking back towards the living room we both stopped as we heard her stomach growl. Looking up at each other we burst into laughter and decided perhaps before we get too far into working, to have lunch. Since there wasn't anything in the house yet, we ordered some Chinese takeout, which I paid for (which caused her kitten like fury of course since I had paid for dinner last night as well, to which I was "not allowed to pay for dinner" tonight).

We sat in comfortable silence, with the occasional twenty question; favorite food: hers Chinese, mine, Italian; favorite color: mine, blue, hers green. As she spoke of her favorite color, her cheeks flushed quite dramatically and I absolutely had to know why.

"Your eyes. Before I met you, my favorite color was blue also, but…" she stopped her sentence there, and her blush became more radiant across her lovely skin. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss against her lips.

"The color of your dress last night. That's why mine is blue. Your skin looked so soft and porcelain against that color. It took my breath away." I said against her lips.

I felt, rather than saw the heat rise off her cheeks. Rather than continue embarrassing her, I asked her what's her favorite book (Wuthering Heights.)

We threw away our garbage from the takeout and I figured, we should probably get to work.

"Okay. Well, I'm at your service milady." I bowed dramatically which caused a sweet giggle to escape her lips. "What would you have me do?"

"The beds."

Both of my eyebrows shot up as she said that, but I quickly laughed as I watched her face turn bright red.

"That… I mean… that's not what I meant. Alyssa's bed… i-it needs put together, as does mine. My father helped me take them down and I don't know how to put them back together, and I want Alyssa to be…"

I hushed her lips with my fingers before placing a gently kiss against them.

"I know what you meant Bella. I was only playing."

I watched her go from a stuttering shy, to narrowed playful anger.

"Ass!" She smacked my arm before huffing away, but laughed loudly when I growled and picked her up bridal style and swung her around in circles.

"EDWARD, PUT ME DOWN NOW!" She continued to laugh carelessly as I spun her.

"Yes, Edward… would you mind putting my daughter down. Now."

…shit.

Well, hellooo Charlie!

Okay, so there's chapter Two. I'd love me some reviews, pretty please. Unless the next chapter tries to bite me in the ass, I probably won't respond with Three, until I know it's being enjoyed. Not blackmail for reviews or anything, I just don't want to continue something, no one will enjoy.

P.S. I don't have a Beta, I don't know if it's needed, but if I seem to be making problems, perhaps someone could let me know in a PM or something, and if needed I'll use one.

P.P.S, I know this chapter's been cut in half in comparison to how long the first chapter was, but it is probably going to be close to this size, when it comes to words per chapter... First chapter just had a lot of information in it, that I wanted to get out quickly.

Thanks to any and all reviewers. Reviews are better than a playful Edward...