Sitting with Edward in the hospital bed allowed me to take the time to reflect back on the wonderful relationship Edward had given me. The three days that it took to process the brain sample involved a very supportive mother, an emotional father, a mute boyfriend, and a nervous wreck of a girlfriend – AKA me.

No one wanted to discuss what might happen if the tumor turns out to be malignant. The idea my gorgeous, green-eyed, boyfriend would have a cancerous tumor growing inside his brain that caused him to have grand mal seizures was terrifying.

Esme and Carlisle had been wonderful. For the three days we waited, they would stay at my apartment during the day to sleep, and at night they would allow me to go home. For the first day I refused to leave Edward's side after he woke up. He had trouble talking for the first day, and had to be given sips of water between sentences.

I kept thinking back to the first time Edward had asked me out.

~~**oo**~~

"Hey, Miss Swan?" Mr. Cullen, the newly hired editor for my magazine firm stood in the doorway to my office, leaning one of his hips against the frame. I swallowed thickly. He was something else. Just looking at him gave my eyes orgasms. His startling green eyes and his thick hair, paired with his thin but muscular body made him Bella Bait. But what really made me attracted to him was the way he held himself in a conversation. You could see he really cared what you were saying, even if it was just to talk about doing the laundry the night before. Not that I had ever done that. Nope. Never.

"Yes Mr. Cullen?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes on the fashion photos in my hand. I found them wandering across the room to meet his eyes, and then to travel lower. I faked a cough and took a sip of coffee to hide my blatant stares.

"Well, I don't want you to think I'm coming off too blunt." He began, clearing his throat nervously. "And, if this is total overstepping my bounds, I apologize." He ran his hand through his hair, making it stand on end, and looked at the ground nervously.

"What is it Mr. Cullen?" I asked, pretending to me impatient but on the inside I was jumping up and down like a school girl. He was going to ask me out. Yes, yes, yes! Finally. After months of going on horrible dates set up by Alice and Rosalie, I was finally going to get with a guy I had picked. And by 'get with a guy' I mean go on a date. No sex. At least, not yet, I thought eying Edward's body after a sliver of his skin became visible when he took a step forward into my office.

"Do. . . Do you want to go on a date with me?" He ran his hand over his throat, trying not to be too obvious of how excited he was for the answer.

"You do realize we're coworkers right? And I'm your boss?" I questioned him. Even though I knew I'd be devastated is he took the question back. I had to ask.

"Yes, I realize. But, I mean, you don't really run the editing part of the business, that's mostly Garrett. So. . ." Edward trailed off awkwardly.

I stepped in and saved him. "I'd love to, did you have a certain place in mind?" I watched as a crooked smile took the place the nervous grimace that was on his face.

"It's a surprise! I'll be at your house at 5 on Saturday." He said, "I hope that's okay." He flashes a big toothy smile at me.

"That sounds fine." I give him a small smile back. 5 o'clock on a Saturday? That seems pretty early. I thought to myself.

"Perfect. See you later Miss Swan." He turns to leave.

"Please, call me Bella."

~~**oo**~~

I was interrupted from my daydreaming when Edward suddenly launched into a coughing fit. I stood up and tried to get him water. After a few failed attempt, he managed to choke down a few mouthfuls and the coughing subsides.

I slowly rub his back at try to get his to fall asleep again. Eventually I hear his soft snores again and turn back to my memories.

~~**oo**~~

Mr. Cullen - or Edward, as I'm now allowed to call him – and I are walking in the mall on a Saturday evening. He assured me we were going to do something exciting, but considering how he was continuously clearing his throat and running his hand through his hair, I could tell he wasn't too sure how this date was going to turn out.

I felt the same. I couldn't remember the last time I went to a mall as a real adult date. And so far all we had done was walk from one end of the mall to the other.

"Oh, here we are!" Edward exclaims before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the right. I relish at the fact his hands are nice and warm. And they're large. Did I mention warm? I felt incredibly protected with he was holding my hand. I was just about to lean in and rest my head on his shoulder when I realized where we were.

"Build-A-Bear?" I asked puzzled. "Why are we at Build-A-Bear?" I was beginning to think I had decided to go on a date with a secret man-child when he pulled me farther into the store. We were adults here. Adults in our late twenties. We did not belong in Build-A-Bear.

"You've never been on a Build-A-Bear Date?" Edwards asks me shocked. I shake my head at him. "Well, come on!" He pulls me towards the bear selection area. "So the rule is, I make you a bear, and you make me one. And once we've finished, we exchange them!" He paused for a second, looking at the confusion written all over my face. "Unless . . . you'd rather go somewhere else?" He asks.

"Oh no! This is fine. It sounds really cute actually. Let's get started?" I gesture towards the bears. Edward and I pick out our bears and then go and pick out outfits by ourselves.

Twenty minutes later and we both have Build-A-Bear boxes in our hands.

"Can I see it?" Edward tries to peek into my box but I push his hand away.

"Oh no mister, no peeking!" I grin up at him as I push the hair out of my face. I wasn't going to admit it, but dressing up the silly bear had been the most fun I had in a while.

"Fine, then you can't see yours either. Not until you've gone home!" He smirks at me and then hold the box over his head when I try to grab it from him. I decide not to jump for it and make a fool of myself.

We go out to eat at one of the fancier restaurants that are at the mall, our Bears at our feet. As we eat, I stretch my foot out and tap it against his own. A quick game of footsy ends when the waitress bring us the bill, and Edward insists on paying for it. Not even letting me see how much dinner costs.

"I am a gentleman, you're the lady. Act your part!" He jokes with me. I smirk back at him.

"A gentleman who goes to Build-A-Bear?" He just chuckles at my sarcasm.

Once Edward dropped me off at my house, I open up my Build-A-Bear box. Inside is a soft brown and white bear dressed in a coconut bra and grass skirt with a lei around its neck. Embroidered on its soft stomach, underneath the bra are the words;

Hula'd you like to go out with me again?

~~**oo**~~

I smiled at the thought of the cheesy pick up line that had managed to convince me to go out with Edward again. That silly bear still sat on top of my dresser in my apartment. Edward kept his bear at his apartment, he told me that when he gets lonely he takes the bear down from its shelf and uses it as a pillow.

I looked down at my wonderful, sweet boyfriend just as the doctor walked into his room.

"We have your test results back Mr. Cullen. We're afraid it's bad news."

~~**oo**~~

Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I read all the reviews that come in and respond to every reviewer at least once! Next Chapter comes out tomorrow!