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Rated M for future lemons.

Chapter 14: The News

"Awwwwww, they're so cute. I don't have the heart to wake them."

"Alice, Esme all but demanded that Edward and Bella come to brunch. Your mother is like you. What Esme wants, Esme gets, sugar."

"Look how he's holding her. Jas, let's go. We'll just say that Edward's sick or Bella's busy."

"I do not want to deal with the wrath of my future mother-in-law."

I felt a tug and blast of cold air. I curled closer to Edward and shivered.

"Jasper Dale Whitlock, if you value your balls, I suggest you put the blanket back on the bed," Edward growled.

"Get your lazy ass up, Masen. Mama Bear has been calling for the past hour," Jasper said as he smacked Edward.

"That's it," Edward barked and he jumped out of bed. Jasper squeaked and I heard them tumble down the stairs. I blindly searched for the blanket and threw it over my head.

"Bella," Alice sang. She crawled into bed, taking the place that Edward just vacated. "Wakey, wakey time."

"Go away, Elf," I grumbled as I huddled in the covers. "You and your fiancé are fucking toast. I was very comfortable. And warm. And happy. But nooooooo, you had to wake us up."

"Let the record show that I didn't want to. Jasper is the culprit who ripped off the blankets. I wonder if Edward knows that he's naked," Alice said.

I shot out of bed, glowering at my friend. "What?!"

"Gotcha," Alice giggled. "He was wearing a pair of shorts."

We both jumped when we heard a loud crash and Jasper laughing. Alice grabbed my hand and we darted down the stairs. Edward and Jasper were dancing around the kitchen island. Edward's hair was sticking every which direction and Jasper was the picture of calm and cool.

"You are an ass, Whitlock," Edward growled.

"I know," Jasper laughed. He moved to the left and Edward countered. He turned around and ran out the back door, onto the patio. Edward followed him.

"Edward has a pool?" I asked.

"Yeah…fuck," Alice said as she ran out onto the patio. "Edward Anthony Masen do not throw Jasper into the..." SPLASH! "pool."

Both men broke the surface and continued their 'fight.' Alice started chucking pool toys at Edward's head and he turned around, hopping out of the water, throwing Alice into the pool. She shrieked and screamed about ruining her Louboutin heels. I fell onto a chaise, laughing hysterically. Three pairs of eyes looked at me.

Fuck. Me.

Jasper and Edward shared a look and they both hopped out of the pool. My eye widened and I got behind my chaise, using it as a shield. "No. You wouldn't dare," I squealed.

"I'm in a fucking suit, Bella. I'm fucking drenched," Jasper laughed. "You are going down, Swan."

I ran from behind my shield and Edward's strong, wet arms caught me. I wiggled and squirmed. "Let me go! Please!"

Edward laughed and he wrapped his arms around my waist, throwing me into the deep end of the pool. I sputtered and broke the surface, scowling at my 'loving' boyfriend. Edward snorted as Jasper shoved him back into the pool. He swam to me and popped up next to me. "Are you mad?"

"At least I'm not wearing a suit," I said, shooting a look at Jasper. Edward pulled me toward him and my legs wrapped around his waist. "I'd rather be wearing a bathing suit. I think I ruined my new pajamas."

"I'll get you new ones," Edward said.

Jasper was helping Alice out of the pool. She looked like a drowned rat. "You suck, Edward. I mean, these shoes are $500! You so are buying me a new pair."

"It was worth it, Elf," Edward laughed. "This was NOT the way I wanted to wake up, that's for sure."

"We've been calling all morning," Jasper said as he took off his suit coat, wringing it out. "Yeah, this is done. Alice, we're going to have to go back to change, darling."

"Um, duh," Alice said as she rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you pick up your phone?"

"I think it's still in my car, Alice," Edward said as he went to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. He gracefully got out and went into a small shed, pulling out four towels. "Last night was rough."

"How so?" Alice pressed. "I heard a certain brunette brought you cookies."

"I did," I said as Edward helped me out of the pool, wrapping the towel around my shoulders.

"It happened after the cookies. I had a patient get brought in. He was hit by a drunk driver. Same injuries as mine, but his brain was already gone," Edward said. His eyes filled with grief and anguish. "He was a student at your school."

"Wait, I heard about this on the news last night," Jasper said. "Taylor something."

"Taylor Schmink?" Alice asked, looking at Edward. He nodded slightly, giving her sad look. "Oh no! No. No. NO!"

I walked over to Alice and embraced her. She bawled into my shoulder, fisting my towel. I rocked her gently, crooning in her ear. Edward came behind us and he wrapped his arms around both of us. "I'm sorry, Alice."

She sniffled and extricated herself from our embrace. "I don't think we'll be at brunch today," she said quietly. "Can you let Mom know?"

"Of course," Edward said.

"Do you have some more towels, Edward? I don't want to ruin my upholstery," Jasper asked. Edward got more towels and handed them to Jasper. He took his crying fiancée around to the front of the house. We heard the car doors slam and Jasper's car drive away.

"She took that really hard," Edward whispered. His hair was drenched and his shorts were hanging low on his hips. His jade eyes looked at mine and he frowned. "Why?"

"Taylor was a prominent part of the choir program. She's had him for three years," I said. "I've known him for three years, but this was the first time I had him as a student." I shivered and drew my towel closer to my body. "You better call Esme. Mama Bear…"

"Will understand that none of us aren't coming to brunch," Edward said. "Come on. Your lips are turning blue. I don't want you to get hypothermia."

I nodded and followed Edward into his home. He tugged on my hand. We went up the stairs, back into his bedroom. "Do you want to shower again?" Edward asked.

"Nah," I shrugged. "I'll just get dressed." I walked to my bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with a pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. Ah, Rosalie. Edward went into his dresser, pulling out a pair of loved jeans and navy blue v-necked t-shirt. "I can't believe you threw Jasper in the pool. In a suit."

"He had it coming," Edward snorted as he pulled down his shorts. He was still naked underneath. Even its flaccid form, his cock was a vision. He stepped into his jeans and buttoned the fly. Holy crow! He's going commando! I turned around quickly, blushing.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and get dressed," I said meekly. I held my clothes and toiletry bag, walking toward Edward's bathroom. I shut the door and took a few cleansing breaths. I took out my brush and ran it through my snarled hair. I removed my soaking wet pajamas and dried off using the same towel from last night. I put on my underwear, smiling at the effect they had on my body. My boobs never looked so good. I blushed and put on my jeans and red v-neck t-shirt. I quickly brushed my teeth. I put on some light makeup and scrunched my hair with some gel I had in my bag. I walked out of the bathroom and I heard Edward puttering in the kitchen. I left my bag upstairs and walked to the kitchen.

"Esme, I'm sorry. I truly am. However, Alice and Bella found out that one of their students was killed in a brutal car accident," Edward said as he was whisking some eggs. "They are extraordinarily upset." Edward smiled at me, putting the bowl on the counter. He reached his hand out. I linked my fingers with his, falling into his arms. "I will, Esme. She'll appreciate it. I love you, too. Have a good day," Edward said. He hung up the phone. "We're off the hook. She was pissed, but understanding about why we couldn't make it."

"You could have gone, Edward," I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I want to go with you, my beautiful girl. Besides, this frees up our afternoon," Edward said as he kissed the top of my head. "What do you want to do?"

"Hmmm," I said as I looked up at Edward. His eyes were dancing in the warm sunlight. "We could go to the arboretum. Or to the community band shell. They put on free concerts on Sunday afternoons."

"Sold," Edward said as he kissed my nose. "Let's eat some breakfast and then we'll do both."

"We need to swing by my place if we're going to the arboretum. I need to grab some sneakers and a brace if we're going to do any extended walking."

"I could just carry you," Edward said as he nuzzled my neck.

"You'll throw out your back or something. No, Dr. Masen," I replied, pinching his sides.

"What time does the concert start?"

"About two. I think?" I said.

Edward looked at his watch and smirked. "That gives us two hours before we absolutely need to go. I can think of a few things I want to do in that time. All of them involve me making you feel good."

"You are insatiable, Dr. Masen," I laughed breathily.

"Only for you, my beautiful girl," he said as his lips gently brushed mine. My stomach growled. "However, we need to eat first. I'm famished."

Edward released me and picked up the bowl of eggs. He whisked them a few more times and took out a large pan. He put some olive oil into it and started the burner. He made us two of the fluffiest omelets that I'd ever eaten. After we finished our breakfast, Edward went upstairs to get my bag. He came back down, his brow furrowed. "Your pajamas are still soaked. I laid them on the tub. Keep them here for when you spend the night," he winked.

"Oh, is this going to be regular occurrence?" I teased.

"I hope so, my beautiful girl. I'm loving having you in my arms at night," Edward said quietly. "It feels so right."

I blushed, drawing my lip into my bottom teeth. Edward reached up and cupped my cheek. His thumb moved to my lip and released it from my teeth. Electricity flew between us and I caught my breath. Edward smiled his lopsided smirk. "You feel, too. Don't you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Have you ever…?"

"Not before you, my Bella," he said as he closed the gap between us. "I've never felt this with anybody I've been with. Have you?"

"No," I said, looking up into his green eyes. "Never. Only you."

Edward leaned down but was stopped by the abrupt shrill of my cell phone. We jumped apart. I grumbled and pulled my phone out of my bag. It was Mrs. Cope. "Hello?"

"Oh, Bella. I'm so sorry to disturb you on this lovely Sunday afternoon," she said quickly. "However, we've received some disturbing news. Are you available to meet with your team and few others this afternoon at Cherry Blossom?"

"I have plans, Mrs. Cope. But I'll be there," I sighed. "What time?"

"1:30. Thank you, Bella. I'll see you later," she said.

I hung up the phone and frowned. "Damn it."

"You have a meeting? On Sunday?" Edward asked.

I nodded and glowered. "I'm assuming it's about Taylor. I didn't want to say anything, indicating that I knew, but it has to be. I'm not sure how long it'll take."

"It's okay, Bella. We can meet up after your meeting," Edward said, his voice sounding sad.

"Why don't you come? Obviously not to the meet, but you can hang out in my classroom until we're done," I suggested. Edward's eyes lit up and he nodded emphatically. I giggled and tugged on his hand. We walked past his piano room. I stopped him. I looked up at him, through my lashes. "When I came in here, Edward, I saw this," I said as I pulled him to his piano. "What is this?" I handed him the music, 'Bella Berceuse.'

Edward gulped and blushed. "Well, um," he floundered. "You know that the song you asked me about when you came over to plan the bachelor/bachelorette party? This is it."

"Play it for me," I asked quietly. "Please?"

Edward took the music and sat down on the piano bench. "Be kind, baby," he said timidly. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and gave him an encouraging kiss. He sighed against my mouth, turning on the piano bench. His long graceful fingers rested on the ivory keys. He ran them up and down the keys in a quick warm up. He looked at me sheepishly and began the sweet lullaby. It was soft, romantic and perfect. The beginning was melancholy filled with minor chords. As the song progressed, the chords took on a more optimistic sound and there was a buoyancy in his music. I sat down next to him and I felt my eyes tear up. I looked at Edward and his eyes were closed, lost in the music. The song grew and swelled in a dramatic crescendo. Then it faded away and one lone note held poignantly in the air. Edward removed his hands and the single note rang through his home. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to me. "It's you, Bella. How I imagined you. How I hoped you would be," he whispered. He gently rubbed my cheeks. They were damp with tears. "I hope those are happy tears."

"They are," I said as I threw my arms around his neck. "That was beautiful, Edward. The most beautiful thing I've ever heard. No one has ever done anything like that for me."

"You know what, my beautiful?" Edward asked.

"What?"

"You are so much more than I had imagined, or hoped could be. Each day I am graced with your presence, I fall more and more in love with you," Edward whispered.

"Oh my God," I moaned into his chest. I looked at him and saw his eyes. They were filled with such adoration and devotion. "I love you, so much, Edward. My heart feels like it will burst with what I feel for you. Never in my life have I felt anything like this. Ever."

Edward smiled and leaned his forehead against mine. "You have no idea what that means to me, Bella. I hope you know that you are stuck with me. For as long as you'll have me."

"Forever," I whispered.

"Always," he replied.

We sat on the piano bench like that for a few minutes, until my phone rang again. It pained me to get up and answer it. It was Rosalie. She was calling to see if I was going to meeting. I said that I was and I would see her there. After I hung up, I noticed it was pretty late. "Edward, we have to go."

"Got it, beautiful," he smiled as he got up from the piano bench, closing the lid over the keys. "Do you want to drive?"

"Sure," I said. I took out my car keys, slipping Edward's home key onto the key ring. I then opened the door. Edward picked up my bag and we walked to my beast. I unlocked the doors. Edward tossed my bag in the back seat and clambered into the passenger side. He slipped off his glasses and put on his sunglasses. I reached up into the compartment and took out my own shades. I started the car and backed it out of the driveway and drove the short distance to Cherry Blossom Middle School. In the parking lot, I saw Emmett's car, Jacob's truck, and a few other cars. I parked next to Alice and turned off the car. I went into my workbag and slipped out my keys. I handed them to Edward. "I'm in room 126. I have some quizzes if you are feeling ambitious," I teased.

"There's a reason I'm a doctor. I can't spell for shit and the whole sentence structure thing is a conundrum," Edward snorted.

"Though you do have great vocabulary skills," I smirked. "Come on, Dr. Masen." He twined his fingers with mine and we walked into my school. Edward asked which way to go. I pointed him the right direction and he put my keys in his pocket, lanyard hanging out of his pocket. Like I wore on a daily basis. I giggled and walked into the office. Maryann was in there and she was crying. I asked where we were meeting and she told me in the large conference room. I walked to the conference room and sat down next to Jake. "Hi, Jake."

"Hi, Bella. How are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Confused," I lied. "Do you know what's going on?"

"No. Mrs. Cope will be in a moment," Jake said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired, but fine," Jake sighed. "The meds are kicking my butt, but what can you do? I need to take them to stay healthy."

I laid my hand on Jake's shoulder, squeezing tightly. Mrs. Cope breezed in as I was offering comfort to my friend. Her face was pink and filled with tears. She closed the door and sat down at the head of the table. She was wearing a pair of sweats and her normally perfected hair was in a sloppy bun. "I bet you're all wondering why you're here on a Sunday afternoon."

We all nodded. Though, I knew. My boyfriend tried to save the boy's life. Unsuccessfully.

"I received some disturbing news late last night. Annabel and Richard Schmink called to notify me that their son, Taylor, was killed in a tragic car accident. He was riding his bike home from a friend's house when a drunk driver ran through a stop sign and hit him at nearly 50 mph. The doctors tried to revive him, but failed. He was dead on arrival," Mrs. Cope said quietly. "They had the head of emergency medicine working on him for an hour and it was fruitless."

I caught Alice's eyes and she nodded imperceptibly. I turned my attention back to Mrs. Cope. "Have arrangements been made?" I asked.

"Yes. The wake is on Tuesday and funeral is on Wednesday. Undoubtedly, tomorrow and the next few days will be very difficult. I've contacted the district office and they are sending over all of the counselors from the other buildings for the students and staff, if they need it. I know that each of you worked with Taylor. I received approval from the district office to send four of you to the funeral. However, Ms. Cullen and Ms. Swan, you've been personally requested to be there." Alice and I nodded. "Let me know who is going be attending the funeral by tomorrow, alright? I'm sorry, folks."

Mrs. Cope gave us a sad smile and got up from the chair. She sniffled as she left the room. We all sat in stunned silence.

"I need to get out of this room," Jake said. "It's insanely claustrophobic."

"Come on, let's go to my room and we can chat there," I suggested. "I need to see the sunlight." We got up and walked to my room. Edward was sitting at my desk, thumbing through my plan book. The rest of the teachers who were requested followed me.

"Do you need me to go?" Edward asked.

"No. You're fine. We just needed to get out of the conference room," I answered.

"It was stifling," Emmett said soberly. "You worked on him. Mrs. Cope said that the head of emergency medicine worked on him."

"I really can't say anything," Edward whispered. "It would break the law and I'd lose my license."

"You don't have to say if you worked on him or not, but can you at least tell us if he was in pain?" asked Angela.

"No. He felt no pain," Edward said sadly. He looked down at my plan book and doodled in the corner. I walked over to him and sat in a chair next to my desk. I put my hand on his knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, Alice and I have to go to the funeral. Who else would like to go?" I asked, stepping into my 'team leader' mode.

"I would," Chris, one of our PE teachers said. "He was on the basketball and volleyball team with me. He was an amazing player."

I reached into my desk and pulled out a sheet of paper, jotting down Chris's name, in addition to mine and Alice's. "Anyone else?"

"Is administration going to go?" Alice asked.

"Good question," I said, scribbling that down on the paper. "It would be nice to have an administrator present."

"I'd like to go," Angela mumbled. "I had Taylor in art club and he did a lot of work on the sets for the musical last year."

"Excellent," I smiled. "Now, this should go without saying, but we need to be as professional as possible tomorrow. The kids are going to be reeling at the loss of their classmate. Send a student who is having difficulties to the office and they'll direct them to the counselors. If the students feel more comfortable talking to you, do it during your plan or lunch. Don't neglect your responsibilities as a teacher to the rest of the class. Tomorrow is going to suck. I mean really suck. Rely on your colleagues if you can't handle it. The kids are suffering a loss as are we. Before you go, write down your plan periods. If someone is struggling, one of us can step in to assist their class. Okay?"

I put my pencil down and we all jotted down our plan periods for 'emotional relief.' "Are there any questions?" My colleagues and friends shook their heads no and left my room. Alice stayed behind and hopped up on my desk. "You okay, Elf?"

"Can I take a sick day tomorrow?" she mumbled.

"Alice, this is an unbearable tragedy. I know that Taylor was one of your best students, but we need to be strong. We can't fall apart," I said, giving her a hug.

She returned my embrace and smiled sadly. "You know, Bella, you rock at this administrator crap."

"Um, random," I tittered.

"Bella, I agree. You handled a very delicate situation with grace and poise," Edward chimed in behind me. "I know you got your masters in curriculum and instruction, but have you considered getting it in school administration?"

"I started a program, but didn't finish," I replied. "What does this have to do with the poor dead student?"

"Bella, you commanded the room. Took control," Alice said. "How many classes do you have left?"

"Just my practicum. I've already taken the comps and the state test," I said, arching a brow.

"Did you pass?" Edward asked, rubbing my back.

"What do you think?" I sassed.

"With flying colors," Edward snarked back.

"Damn straight, Masen," I snorted. "I can't afford to take classes right now. I just don't have the money. At all. I'm barely scraping by."

"I can help," Edward offered. "I'd be happy to."

"Bella you have to. Mrs. Cope is retiring at the end of this year. You would be awesome in her position! Come on! Go for it," Alice said.

"Okay, both of you, tag teaming it is a little scary," I said backing up. Edward arched a brow and crossed his arms across his chest. Alice did the same. "Really fucking scary. You look the same. Except, not."

"Bells, that makes no sense," Alice said with a wave of the hand.

"I know. It didn't make sense when I thought it. Damn," I giggled. I looked back at them and took a deep breath. "I'll think about it. I'll contact my old advisor and see what I can do."

"Excellent," Edward smiled. "My baby is all growned up," he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"You are a dork. Do you want to walk home?"

"Ah, no. I'll behave," Edward laughed. "Come on beautiful. Let's enjoy the rest of this gorgeous day before your sucky day tomorrow."

xx AFS xx

As predicted, Monday was horrendous. If it was capable of going wrong, it did. The kids were a mess as were the teachers. In all of m classes, half of them were empty because the students were seeing the counselors. If they weren't talking to the counselors, they were talking to the teachers. I barely ate lunch or had any spare plan time. As I was getting ready for my last class of the day, my phone vibrated in my desk.

I'm thinking about you, my beautiful, loving girl. I know today is rough. However, remember that I love you. – Edward

Also, don't forget your appointment at four. I sent you an email with directions. xoxo – Edward

I smiled and blushed. I quickly tapped out a reply. Thank you, baby. I appreciate your support. I'm going to need it. Also, thanks for the reminder for my appointment. I'm soooooo looking forward to that. Love you, Edward. – Bella

A small amount of discomfort will equal hours upon hours of pleasure, baby. Remember that. – Edward

Are you sexting me? – Bella

Do you want me to take a picture of my cock and send it to you, Bella? ;) – Edward

Um, I'm at school. That's very inappropriate, Dr. Masen – Bella

Says the woman who gave me a blow job in my office – Edward

Bite me – Bella

Real mature, Swan. Go teach some young impressionable teenagers. Love you lots! – Edward

Love you, too, Dr. McFuckme – Bella

I slipped my phone back in my desk drawer and turned to my students. Our class went by quickly and class was dismissed at the end of the day. After school, I checked my email and saw the directions to the Garrett Clinic in nearby Nottingbrook. My doctor's name was Dr. Stephenie Forks. I also saw a response to my query about my practicum. I could still take the class and sign up now. However, I needed to do so before the end of the week to ensure I got into the class. I would have to do some number crunching, but it might just work.

I left school and drove the half hour to Nottingbrook. I pulled into the parking lot of the Garrett Clinic. I walked in and spoke with the receptionist. She handed me out forms to fill out and asked for my insurance card. After a few minutes, a young nurse came out and led me to the examination room. She asked me a few questions and then instructed me to take off all of my clothes, putting on a gown. She left and I did as she asked. I sat back down on the table, waiting for Dr. Forks.

A timid knock came through the small room and a petite woman with a chin-length bob came in. She was wearing a pair of pink doctor's scrubs and a lab coat. "Good afternoon, Ms. Swan. I'm Dr. Forks. Welcome," she said with a friendly smile. "I see that you want to be on birth control and are here for your yearly exam."

"Yeah," I said, blushing.

"Well before I do the examination, I'm going to ask you a few questions, alright?" Dr. Forks asks. I nod. She prattles off questions about my sexual history, medical history and overall health. We then discuss options for birth control. We decide on Depo-Provera. The only sucky thing is that I need to come in every three months to get it done. I asked if I knew a doctor if he could do it. She asked if it was Dr. Masen and I nodded. She floundered but nodded that he could do it. She'd administer my first shot, but he could do the remainder. Dr. Forks then performed my internal and pelvic exam. I hated that. Immensely. However, she said everything looked good.

Oh goody. It's not every day a woman looks up your hoo ha. Blech!

Dr. Forks instructed me to get dressed and she would administer my shot. Thankfully I had just had my period recently. It would become effective immediately. I dressed and she returned with a needle. I shuddered. I hate fucking needles. I turned away as she injected me with the medication and I blanched. I took a few breaths. Dr. Forks patted my shoulder, telling me that I did fine. She handed me three small containers. They were the rest of my shots. Dr. Masen can administer them as prescribed. I smiled and took my goods.

I left the office and called Edward. "Dr. Masen," he said tersely.

"Edward? Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Hey baby. Sorry about the rude greeting. My phone has been ringing off the fucking hook. The media was all over the place because of Taylor's accident and I've been the face of the hospital. I hate it," he snarled. "How was your day?"

"As I predicted," I sighed. "I never saw so many tears and crying children than I did today."

"I can imagine," Edward replied. "How was your doctor's appointment?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I growled. "Being a woman just blows."

"Okay," Edward said slowly. "Explain."

"All you have to do is turn your head to left and cough. Me, women, have to be poked and prodded and ARGH!" I grumbled.

"Bella, I hate to burst your bubble, but being a man ain't that easy either. We have to deal with prostate cancer. It's a given for all men. Regardless. Male pattern baldness. Back hair. Beer bellies," Edward listed off.

"You don't have any of those," I argued.

"That's because I just saw my aesthetician," Edward said with an effeminate voice. "He waxed my back."

"You are an ass," I giggled. "You do not have a hairy back."

"No, I don't. My dad, yeesh! He was an ape. Thank goodness I got the Platt genes when it came to hair," Edward shuddered.

"Platt?"

"That was my mom's and Esme's maiden name," Edward explained. "So, are you coming over or am I heading to your place?"

"Who said we're doing either?" I teased.

"Bella," Edward whined.

"You know, for a successful, brilliant doctor, you're awfully whiney," I giggled. "You act like my eighth graders."

"I've finally found the person I want to be with forever and she's giving me shit," he mumbled.

"I have to do some grading and adjustments to plans, so can you come to my place?" I asked. "Dr. Whine."

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll be there in an hour."

"See you then. Love you," I smiled.

"Love you, too," he replied. I hung up the phone and drove back to my condo. I picked up my work bag and prescription and walked to my place. I unlocked the door, placing my keys on the kitchen table. As I waited for Edward, I took out some food. I defrosted chili for dinner and I changed into something more comfortable. I was tired of holding up my pants. I really needed to update my wardrobe with clothes that fit.

I sat down in my family room and took out my plan book and computer. I needed to change my lessons for Wednesday as I was going to be out for the funeral of Taylor. I created my lessons and wrote on my sub plans. I was nearly done when my intercom buzzed. I rang them up and opened my door. It was Edward. I think. I walked into the kitchen and worked on my chili. The door opened up more and I called out that I was in the kitchen. However, the person who I thought was at my door did not walk into my kitchen.

"You've been a very slutty girl, Bella."

"Michael," I seethed. "You're not supposed to be here." I reached for my phone but Mike swatted my hand away. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Shouldn't you be home with your fiancée?"

"She's so fucking huge. I can't stand the sight of her," Mike said, his eyes cold and detached. "You, my dear, have definitely improved. I like. I like a lot." Mike ran his finger across my cheek and down between my breasts.

"Get out," I snarled. I heard my intercom buzz. Edward. Please let him get up here.

"I don't want to get out. I realize that I made a huge mistake, Bella. I never stopped loving you," Mike said as he pressed kisses to my cheeks and down my jaw. "Please say you'll take me back."

"No," I said. Mike growled and he shoved me against the counter. "Leave, Michael. Please. I promise I won't call the cops if you leave now."

"Why would you call the cops, Isabella?" Mike said, his eyes icing over. His hand wrapped around my neck and I whimpered. "Have I done something to offend you?"

"You're having me followed, Michael. That shit ain't right," I whispered. Mike's hold on my neck got tighter. "Please." He slammed my head against the cabinet and it hurt. I cried out and tried to push him away. I faintly heard a metallic sound in my lock. Edward, please! Help me!

Mike snarled and he threw me down on the floor, straddling my waist. He pushed me down, slamming my head on the kitchen floor. "You fucking slut. You're not worth anything," Mike fumed. "I pitied you when I proposed. You'll never find anybody who wants you."

"You're wrong, fucker," Edward yelled. He grabbed Mike by the neck and pounded him with his fists. I heard the distinct sound of sirens and Edward was snarling over Mike, pinning him to the kitchen floor. Rose came in with two policemen. Edward got up from Mike's lap and the police hauled him away.

I watched this all transpire and my head swooned. I was getting dizzy. I stumbled into the family room. My vision was blurry and I vaguely remembered Edward speaking to the cops. "Edward," I whimpered and I fell. Blackness consumed me.

A/N: Must remind you, this is a work of fiction. While the whole 'divorcee' thing is based on my life and certain aspect of Bella's character is me, this never happened to me. My imagination just likes to run wild. Leave me love. Please :-)