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Sorry that it's been a while. I had tons of stuff to do and finish and blah blah blah.

Some of the awesome reviewers were confused about the situation in the last chapter regarding who Bella punched. The answer to that question is JACOB! She punched Jacob for laughing at her and Edward's argument, and broke her fingers in the process.

Disclaimer: All characters and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story.

Chapter 12: Sensual Answers

"Do your fingers hurt?" Edward asked me for about the fifteen time, and we've only been in the car for five minutes.

I guess he's just that desperate to talk to me; good, he should be after everything he has put me through.

"My fingers are fine, Edward. Just...ugh!" I laid my head back against the headrest while sighing loudly.

"I apologize..if I did something to make you angry at me..." he said, looking over at me with a half smile of confusion.

When I began to laugh, his smile slowly faded, and I finally saw some concern in his eyes.

"You just don't understand, do you? You seriously have no clue of why I don't want to be near you?"

He didn't reply to me.

Lazily, I let my eyes slide closed and the purr of the engine became like a calm lullaby.

I was half asleep when Edward finally replied to my question.

"I know what I did wrong. And I really am sorry for it," he whispered..

Opening my eyes, Edward's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, causing his knuckles to be ashen.

"Tell me. Tell me what you're sorry for. What did you do wrong?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him furiously.

I couldn't really see his face, but one thing I did see was the almost invisible tears dropping onto his lap.

When I heard a sniffle, my eyes softened and I rested a hand on his shoulder softly.

"Just tell me," I said cautiously.

He inhaled deeply and answered, "I-I can't..."

"Why not?"

His jerked his shoulder out from under my hand, and he purposely swerved off of the road we were currently on. We went down a dirt pathway as I held frantically onto any grips in the car.

I looked at the speedometer and my eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets.

Eighty. He was doing eighty while we were in a forty zone.

"Edward, slow down!" I almost shrieked at him.

After a while of driving down this dirt road, he finally stopped. My heart slowly calmed down, and the horrible sensation in my stomach went away.

Now, only the wonderful one remained. The sensation I get when only Edward is around me.

Looking out the window, you could tell that the sun was up, but the clouds were blocking it. The clouds reminded me of Tanya—I'm not crazy. The clouds refused to move so that the sun should shine down on the Earth. Edward was the Earth, and I was his sun. I couldn't show Edward how much I really love him, and how much I want him because Tanya was in the way.

I would never get my chance to shine.

Breaking myself out of my depressing thoughts, I turned toward Edward and give him a look saying, 'Are you freaking insane?'

"What is wrong with you? You could've killed us!" I waved a hand in front of myself and most importantly, my belly.

"I don't regret it," he told me.

I almost smacked his beautiful face with the hand that had broken fingers.

"You don't regret almost killing us?" I hissed at him through my teeth, glaring.

"No, no. I do regret that, Bella. But I can't say that....that I'm sorry for anything. I can't say I'm sorry for ever kissing you. I can't say I'm sorry," he continued, shaking his head, "that I think you're the most beautiful creature alive. I don't regret any intimate things that I have ever done with you."

"If you don't regret it, then why do you act like it never happened?" I asked, trying not to look at him. I didn't want to see his unblemished face while he was telling me all of this. I wouldn't be able to control what I did or what would happen afterwards.

"Because of Tanya. I-I can't break her heart like that. If she knew what happened between us.......I don't know what she would do. She could take it seriously and...and..."

Tears started to form in my eyes and I tried strenuously to blink them away.

It wasn't serious to him. That moment that was so sensual to me, and it meant absolutely nothing to him.

When he realized that I was crying, he reached out to me hesitantly and slowly wrapped his arms around me. I didn't push him away, mostly because I was too busy bawling my eyes out.

I sniffed, "You...and then I-I...just want..."

"Shh, shh. It's okay; stop crying. Everything is okay," Edward attempted to persuade me to stop sobbing.

He climbed into the back seat of the Volvo, and then carefully proceeded to carry me back there. Settling me on top of his lap, I buried my head into his chest, getting it soaked. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We were cautious to avoid my stomach.

I felt Edward press a kiss into my hair and mutter, "I'm sorry."

Shaking my head, my hands instinctively coil into his soft bronze hair.

Shakily, I inhaled his delightful scent and removed my head from in his chest. When Edward saw the tears still running down my face, he cupped my cheeks with his large hands.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. Please, stop crying," he whispered, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

"I'm s-sorry. It's just....I-I want to k-know something...," I struggled to make the words come out of my mouth.

"What? What do want to know, sweetheart?" he asked as his eyes roamed my face, probably trying to guess what I was going to ask. I ignored the fact that he called me 'sweetheart'—even though I loved it—and resumed speaking.

"W-Why did you c-call...me Tanya...that night?"

He sighed and looked away from me, staring at the floor of the car. I could tell that he didn't want to tell me the answer.

"I knew that it would hurt you....if I were to just call you out by your name....and then act as if it never happened. Even more so then calling out Tanya's name," he continued, gazing back into my eyes, "But, Bella, please believe me when I say that I really wanted to yell out your name."

"I....I don't know if I can believe you anymore, Edward. I mean, look where believing you has gotten me so far. It's got me so confused and sad; my believing you has gotten you to have false feelings about me."

When he leaned closer to me, my brain wanted to pull away, but my body didn't. And neither did my heart. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to be with him, and for him to love me like he loved Tanya.

"But, Bella, these feelings I'm having for you; they aren't false. And that's what frightens me the most," he murmured softly against my lips as his arms slid down and wrapped around my waist.

As we continued to kiss, I let my mind wander.

What would people think if they saw us right now? What would our family think? And Tanya, what would she think? Would she hate us both, or would she understand the desire we contained to be with one another?

Most importantly, what would the baby think? If he or she knew that her surrogate mother and her father were making out in the back seat of his Volvo while the outside world knew nothing about it, would the infant be ashamed to call us his or her parents?

Sorry it's been a while,

Hope everybody liked this chapter,

Hopefully I'll be able to get the next one up faster, because I'll have like no homework this week, 'cause it's the big end-of-the-year testing!

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---J