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Chapter 127 Reassurance

"We'll keep the phones with us. Yes. Bella . . . try to calm down, they'll find him."

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Carlisle POV

No sooner had I gotten off the phone with Bella, the phone rang again with Bella's father, Charlie, booming on the other end.

"Carlisle, have you heard from Edward?" he asked, seeming out of breath.

"No, Charlie, I haven't," I answered his question, knowing that wasn't really what he wanted to know. "I have only heard from Bella and Rosalie. In fact Charlie, I just got off the phone with Bella. She still hasn't been able to reach any of them and Rose is backtracking the train to find Masen's footprints and follow him from the point he left the train."

Charlie was out of breath, but sounded somewhat calm . . . something I hadn't expected.

"I'm at Seatac, Carlisle, and the fastest way to get there seems to be to fly to Atlanta, then on to London. Bella said to check with you when we got there," he explained.

"I'm on my way there now, Charlie."

There was a pause on the line, like the inhalation of a breath, before Charlie continued.

"I thought you were already there, Carlisle. It'll take me almost 9 hours of fly time to get there. London can't be that big!"

I couldn't help but smile at his one, "No, Charlie. The city of London isn't any bigger than Seattle or Atlanta, but the estate is a few hours away out in the country."

"The whole damned island isn't all that big, Carlisle, if my high school geography was right. Your family has never been known for following speed limits anyway, have you?" he chuckled.

"What in heaven's name," Esme commented, turning her head slightly to one side, "Is he really laughing, dear? I thought for sure he would be just as irate as he was when he burst into the house in Highlands after Bella's disappearance."

She was right. The attitude that Charlie's voice was conveying was all wrong . . . or at least, not expected.

"Charlie . . . are you alright?" I asked tentatively.

"Fine, fine Carlisle. Just a little winded. I hauled my suitcase in here at a dead run to make sure I got it on the next flight out. Guess I'm getting old and losing it," he joked.

There was an awkward silence.

"Carlisle. I know your family. Little Masen is tough as nails and that boy of yours would move heaven and earth to make sure he was alright, right?" Charlie asked.

"Yes. We all would," I answered him quietly, but with a note of surety in my voice.

"Yep. That's what I thought. After the lengths I saw you all go to to find Bells back in January, I'm sure calling out the CIA and cavalry wouldn't even start to measure up. Don't get me wrong, I'm plenty worried about the little guy . . . but I'm more worried about Bella."

"Bella?" I questioned, staring at the puzzled look on my wife's face as she stared at me and listened to the conversation and seeming as confused as I was.

"Ha! Carlisle, my daughter could easily hurt herself spanking that kid's but when she gets her hands on him. I need to be there to protect her," he laughed.

Laughed.

The twinkle in Petals eyes told me that she agreed and the smile that overtook her face made me realize that they were very probably right. Though I had not fully tested Masen's physical makeup, not knowing exactly how many vampire qualities he had inherited, from what my son had told me in conversation during the last month or so, the child probably was in no danger from either the elements or the animal inhabitants of the Alps. I had taken no time to think about it, jumping immediately into doctor mode and thinking human, because of Bella.

"I hadn't thought of that, Charlie. I hadn't given that a single thought," I smiled in spite of myself. "We'll either be at the airport to meet you or have a car waiting, Charlie. There is the odd chance we might fly on to Lichtenstein, depending on what word we get from the kids," I told him.

"Fine, fine. I understand," Charlie said, and added, "Just so you know, Jacob will be coming, too."

"Understood. I'm sure we'll know more when you arrive," I answered.

"Got to go, they're calling my flight, Carlisle. Keep me in touch. Jacob says these damned fancy phones work anywhere."

"They do, Charlie. We'll keep in touch. Goodbye," I said, clicking the phone off as I reached for my unnecessary jacket, Esme already having swung on her coat and headed to the car.

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Jacob POV

We were having a late lunch at a little pizza place that my girl loved. I came down to visit her during the week as often as I could, Clemson really wasn't very far from Highlands, maybe an hour and a half drive considering all the damned curvy roads. It was worth it. There was no way I could go the entire school week without seeing her, it was hard enough to skip a single day.

I had much more sympathy for Sam now, or should I say understanding. I knew I had that damned stupid smile on my face and the look that I would do absolutely anything for the girl I couldn't take my eyes off. I knew . . . and I didn't give a damn who else knew either, and better that they did. It wasn't like I was here with her all the time and other guys needed to know she was mine.

She was nibbling pizza and I was woofing it down, my foot unable to break contact with her under the table, and standing in to touch her while my hands were full of food. I was obliged to put the pizza down as the phone in my pocket rang and I answered it.

She knew something was wrong before I even hung up the phone, the tension in my shoulders, the tone of my voice . . . maybe even the way I probably sat just a little taller while I talked. Anyway, she knew.

I stared at my plate for a minute, deciding what to say.

"I have to go to London, baby. Will you drive me to the airport in Atlanta?" I asked, taking her hand and squeezing it.

The hesitant look on her face told me she wanted an explanation, but all she said was, "Sure. How will I get back here, though, after I take you?"

She didn't have any more classes this afternoon, that's why I had picked today to come down for a visit. She was just so damned cute, sitting there thinking I would leave her abandoned like that at the airport. She should have known better.

"Drive my truck back here. I don't know how long I'll be away, but the first place I'll come is to see you anyway," I told her, bending across the table to kiss her lips after I nodded for the bill from the waiter.

I told her it had been Charlie, Bella's dad, on the phone and that there had been some sort of confusion on the train in Switzerland leaving Bella not knowing where Masen was.

As we walked to her dorm I explained that I wanted to use the computer to make the flight reservation and check the times. I also wanted alone time in private with her . . . but I left that part out. We got to her room and popped on the computer, a flight leaving Atlanta tonight and from the look of it, one from Seattle would have arrived an a\hour or so before. Charlie was probably on that plane. I logged in and typed all the info, cringing in spite of myself when I saw the cost of buying the ticket this close to take off. The part I didn't expect was her jumping up from the desk and grabbing her checkbook to check for funds and telling me to book the flight for two.

"Bree. I need to do this by myself, we have no idea just where Masen is and we may need to be back in the woods searching for him," I stalled. I had yet to tell her about the whole wolf thing, much less the damned vampire thing. She was thinking three month old baby being taken, not capable half vampire wanting to hunt with his dad. I must have chuckled because she rounded on me, letting me have it full force.

"You listen to me Jacob Black, Bella and I survived being taken, beaten and held by that psycho and her boyfriend and she saved my life. If you think for one minute that I'm not going to go with you when her baby has disappeared, you're out of your mind. I know how much she adores that little boy and she has to be going even crazier than she was when we were in that basement," she blurted, her face reddening.

She was on her feet now, holding her checkbook in hand and I would have sworn she stomped her little foot.

"I'm going," she demanded in no uncertain terms. Her determination was nothing short of the infuriating way Bella demanded things, and meant it.

I sat there staring at her like an idiot. I had to go and I was damn sure not going to tell her the mythical shit right now then leave, letting her come up with all sorts of questions and fears while I wasn't there to answer them for her. No way. I ran my fingers through my hair, both elbows on my knees as I tried to think. I took a chance . . .

"Do you have a passport?" I quietly asked her, my elbows still on my knees and my hands clasped.

"Passport," she said, somewhat stunned into stillness. "Passport. London. Shit, Jake. I don't have a damned passport!" she said, her knees buckling as she sat hard down on the edge of her bed, understanding crossing her features.

"It's okay, sweetheart," I told her, moving to sit beside her and put an arm around her. We'll get you one as soon as I'm back. You'll need it for trips to Canada and Mexico with me racing, anyway," I tried to console her, all the while taking a fucking deep breath that I had been saved on this one by circumstance.

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Bella POV

I sat and stared . . . walked and glared out the window . . . held the phone and stared at it some more. I knew Edward would find him . . . I knew.

All our suitcases sat by the door in the sitting area of this ridiculously large suite Rose had insisted on getting. I grabbed my bag, opening it on the stand in the bedroom. I would take a hot shower - water always helped me to calm down, why shouldn't it help this time . . .

It did.

The phone still had not rung as I finished drying off, slipped into fresh jeans and a turtleneck, and pulled out a sweater that Edward had insisted on buying for me on one of our outings in Bolzano . . . it was soft and warm and comforted me, like having his arms around me.

He would find Masen, I knew he would.

Carlisle had called again, he and Esme were in London and waiting on my dad's plane to land. They had been laughing, telling me the story Jacob had relayed to them of the near miss he had with Bree and her insistence on coming here to help. Jake had called and told me the same thing so vividly I could almost see him sweating as he tried to think of something to tell her, some reason she couldn't come. I could imagine how insistent she was - how she had been with me when Victoria had us locked in that basement. She wasn't one to give up or let go of things and I knew that if she had a passport, Jacob would not have been able to keep her from coming here to be with me.

I hadn't called her. What would I say? I needed to wait and see what happened before I made up a story to tell her. Jake was just going to have to find a way to explain some of the mythical creature things to her, but apparently he was still scared . . . afraid that he would scare her away. Huh. Even I knew her better than that. Once Edward and I got back to Highlands we could invite Jake and Bree over. I chuckled to myself at that. Jacob had used Edward as a spy when Bree had been in the hospital, having him read the girls mind to see how she felt about the boyfriend she had at the time . . . and about him.

I put on thick wool socks and stood, crossing my arms and staring out the picture window back towards the mountains where I knew my family was. My chest was tender. I had pumped a bottle for Masen earlier and the warm water of the shower had made them feel better, but I would need to make him another bottle soon - that or waste the milk. I wasn't willing to do that, Masen was probably hungry. I was counting on Edward finding our son and briningg him home safe. He had to.

I had been standing there a minute . . . or an hour, I had no idea. The tears had just started again, though I tried to stop them. It was the early hours of the morning, sunrise wouldn't be long off. I knew my vampire family wasn't afraid of the dark, out in the wilderness at night, but somehow I didn't want to think of my small son out in the dark and all alone. We had no idea how developed his sight was, or his abilities . . .

I shouldn't worry. Vampires were never afraid of the dark, after all, they were at the top of the food chain. But Masen . . .

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang . . .

Edward. It was Edward's ringtone.

I reached for it, my finger trembling so badly I could hardly touch the button to answer the call. I lifted it to my ear in what seemed like slow motion . . .

"Edward," I said, my voice seeming to stutter and argue about working.

"Mommy!" Mason's voice rang out clear and strong through the phone.

"Baby! Are you alright?" I nearly gasped, reaching for a chair before my legs gave way.

"I'm fine mommy," he said adding quietly, "but Teddy got dirty."

"We'll wash him, baby, or we can go back and get you another one," I told him, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to keep my voice strong.

"NO!" he shrieked, "I want Teddy, not a different bear!"

"All right Masen," I heard Edward telling him, "we'll clean up Teddy. Don't worry. Tell mommy you love her, she's been worried about you, then give me the phone please."

"I love you, mommy! Daddy wants to talk to you," he said, handing the phone off to Edward before I had a chance to reply.

"Sweetheart."

"Edward," I replied.

"I thought hearing his voice would be the best way to convince you that he's all right. I found him, well, we all did," he explained, "just a few minutes ago, but we had to cover a little distance to get the phones to work."

"You're headed here? He's really alright?" I asked tentatively.

"He's fine. We're all fine, Bella. We're still some distance away, though. I expect it will take a few hours for us to get to you. Try to rest . . . I know you haven't slept and you'll want to be awake when we get home so that Masen can explain," he said soothingly. "And sweetheart, you're never going to believe this unless you hear it from our son," he laughed.

"If you say so," I agreed, "But tell that young man he's in more trouble than he will know what to do with from me AND YOU!"

"I know. I agree, I'm just happy to have him safe with me," he said, letting out a long held sigh.

"Me too," I whispered, "me too. I'll be waiting for you. I love you."

"I love you," he said, hanging up the phone as I heard Emmett in the background chastising him saying ". . . enough mushy shit, bro, lets finish hunting."

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It was light outside when I felt the bed sink slightly with Edward's weight. He laid Masen beside me and pulled my sweater and shirt out of the way so that he could nurse. I woke to the dark eyes of my son staring at me and the soft feel of Edward's breath on my face, his arm around us both. I became fully awake and clutched my son to me, stroking his cheek and holding him close, tears streaming from my eyes almost instantly. Edward leaned over and kissed me softly, tasting the tears with his tongue as he did and trying to comfort me. I had the only comfort I needed, though, right there in my arms.

Masen was safe. Edward was safe.

I ran my fingers through the damp curls on my sons head, the smell of shampoo and baby soap coming from him as he lay beside me, freshly dressed in clean pajamas.

I turned my gaze to Edward, lying behind Masen and softly stroking his hand from the top of my head down the length of my back.

"You were sleeping so soundly, sweetheart, that I went ahead and showered us both before we came to bed," he smiled, his lips curling up at the corners as though he was trying to keep a straight face, "Your son is a messy eater."

I must have looked at him as though he had either lost his mind or spoken a foreign language because any hope he had of being serious crumbled and a grin split his face from ear to ear as his eyes twinkled at me.

"Edward?" I stared at him.

Our son had finished his meal, his lips losing suction and my nipple lying against his slack lips, milk still visible in his cheek. Edward raised a finger to his lips telling me to shush as he gently lifted our son and took him, presumably, to the other bedroom in our suite where a crib had been set up. He was back in bed beside me before I could manage to roll over and swing my legs off the bed, a lap blanket still thrown over me.

I laid back willingly, his arms around me and bare chest pressing me into the soft mattress as he kissed me . . . softly at first, no apparent destination, just sharing the fact that he loved me and was glad to be back with me.

He knew I wanted to talk . . . wanted to know what had happened, how they had found Masen, what he had done and most of all what in heavens name our son had been thinking to get out of bed without permission and go jump off the train to follow his father!

He knew.

But he also knew, I reasoned, that all of the explanations could wait. Masen was asleep and he had shown me that our son was alive and unhurt.

For now, he wanted time with me.

I wrapped my arms around him and tasted the sweetness of his lips and felt the warmth that lingered on his skin from his shower. He moved against me, his hands finding their way under the sweater I was wearing as he paused to lick the tear stains off my cheeks.

I shook off the blanket tangled over my legs and ran my foot up the back of his shin, my heel digging slightly into his thigh as I pulled him closer to me, one hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Vampire speed was never more evident than in that moment. We were both naked, the covers of the bed turned down and us under them in the time it had taken me to notice the new sweater I had been wearing, now folded carefully over the back of the chair in our bedroom. I held him to me caressing his neck, his shoulders and back and reaching down to grab the hard muscles of his rear as he kissed me with such intensity, such passion that I could hardly breath.

"I missed you, too, sweetheart," I said quietly, biting his ear as I spoke.

He stilled, as only a vampire can and took my face in his hands, his eyes intent on mine.

"Bella . . ." he breathed, as though he meant to crawl inside me, for us to become one flesh.

I met him with the same intensity, continuing on and on as sweat started to make small suctioning noises between us and we rolled, taking turns circling our hips and trying to drive the other mad with pleasure. He cried out first, uncharacteristically, and the feel of him took me over the edge as I screamed his name, his lips covering mine to muffle the sound.

We must have both slept then, because the next thing I remembered was waking up on my back, Edward's shoulder partially covering my chest as he lay, face down with his arm across me and the back of his head tucked neatly against my cheek, his face turned away from me. I bent the elbow of the arm that was under his neck and gently stroked his hair, willing him to wake up.

As he turned his head towards me, his eyes inches from mine, it was not me he stared at, but his gaze looked over me. I turned my head slightly, wondering what he saw only to be struck by the sight of cheery, alert little eyes. My son, his chin propped up in both hands as he lay on his stomach, his legs bent at the knee and ankles crossed, looking at us.

It took me a minute.

In that moment, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen with his auburn tinged curls so long that they lay in spirals, reaching the length of his forearms and down to make soft puddles of hair on the bed and his bright green eyes twinkling with some hidden laughter.

"Morning mommy," he said in his high pitched version of Edward's voice.

"Not in a million years, son," Edward said softly . . . too softly, the definite edge showing through.

I turned my head to look at Edward who was regarding our son with the most stern look I had seen on his face since he had flung Tanya out the window of our hotel in Venice.

I turned my gaze back to our son in time to see him stare at his dad, mouthing the words,

"uhhh oooooh . . ."

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