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Chapter 16: The Recovery

God, what is that snarling? So annoying? There it is again. What the fuck?

"Bella?"

Now, I'm hearing voices. In addition to the snarling. I'm definitely losing my damn mind. Though the voice is very smooth. Hmmmm?

"Wake up, beautiful girl. You need to eat," the velvety voice said again.

I groaned and rolled over. I was in a bed. I cracked open my eyes and looked around the room. "Where am I?"

"In bed, silly."

"How did I get here?" I asked as I looked toward the voice. I saw Edward. He had a tentative smirk on his face. "Why are you wearing different clothes?"

"Because it's Thursday, love," he answered. "You fell asleep as soon as you got into the car and didn't wake until now."

"That's because you woke me up," I grumbled.

"I wanted to make sure you weren't in a coma," Edward said. "And your stomach was growling. I heard it in the bathroom while I was getting ready."

I looked at Edward and he was in his scrubs. He was also wearing his glasses and ID badge. "You have to go to work?"

"Unfortunately. I have a meeting that I need to attend and we're short a few doctors. The stomach flu is going around. Esme said she would stay with you today. I'll be home by five," Edward said.

"What time is it now?" I asked as I sat up. I looked down my body and saw I was wearing just my camisole and panties from yesterday. I blushed and hid my face.

"A little after eight. Why are you blushing?" Edward asked.

"My lack of attire," I mumbled, pulling up the comforter. "Did you undress me?"

"Who else do you think did it? The leprechaun down the street?" he teased.

"Shut it," I said, rolling my eyes. "You just wanted a reason to take off my clothes."

"Always, Bella. Though, I'd rather you be coherent and reacting to when I take off your clothes," Edward purred seductively as he lounged on his bed. "But, I did remove your suit. It's in the closet. You were so drained, it took almost all of my strength to get out of it. I hope you don't mind."

"Not really," I said, blushing furiously. "I just feel a little naked."

"I kept on the tank top thingy and your panties," he reasoned.

"Camisole, Edward," I laughed.

"Tank top thingy," he retorted. "I brought you breakfast. Eat what you can, okay?" He got up gracefully and placed tray with blueberry pancakes and breakfast sausages over my lap. I gulped, fearful of eating all this food and then throwing up. "I think you're past the nauseous phase, Bella. You need to regain your strength. Be grateful I didn't put a protein shake on there."

"Ewwwwwwwww," I said as a wrinkled my nose. "That shit is nasty. Nastier than Gatorade."

"Not when it's made by me," Edward said as he sat on his bed, Indian style. "Mine taste like ice cream shakes."

"Sure, Edward," I giggled as I dug into my breakfast. "Do I need to call Seth or the cops?"

"No. I did. I told them what happened and they adjusted the charges from assault to attempted murder. Then Mike changed his plea to not guilty," Edward seethed. "He was released on bond."

I lost all will to eat and I pushed the tray down my legs. Edward gave me a look of disapproval. "You need to eat."

"I lost my appetite," I said in a small voice, drawing my knees to my chest.

"Do I need to put in a feeding tube, Isabella?" Edward said sternly.

"No. I'm not hungry," I whispered. "Please, don't."

Edward's gaze softened and he picked up my tray. He held me to his chest. "Bella, I'm worried about you. I want nothing more than for you to be happy and healthy," he said.

"Hello?" Esme called. "Are you decent?"

"Yes," Edward called out.

"No," I hissed. I jumped out of the bed and scrambled for clothes. I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I hopped into the shower, washing hastily. I didn't wash my hair, my head was killing me. I finished my shower and dressed in a pair of workout pants and a Cherry Blossom t-shirt. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I took a few cleansing breaths before heading out to see Esme. I left the bathroom and headed downstairs. I heard Edward and Esme speaking in the kitchen.

"There she is," Edward smiled. "Feel better?"

Not really. "Yeah, thanks," I muttered. "Hello Esme."

"Hello, Bella dear," she said kindly as she took into a warm embrace. I hissed quietly as she laid her hands on the tender part of my back. Edward mouthed 'Sorry.' I shrugged as Esme pulled away. "Edward told me what happened. Are you okay, dear?"

"I'm fine. Just been sleeping a lot," I giggled.

"We had a funeral yesterday. She slept from the end of the funeral to about an hour ago. Completely out," Edward sighed.

"Oh, no! Your days and nights are going to get all flipped," Esme chided.

"I'll be fine, Esme," I answered honestly.

"As much as I hate to go, I need to head to the hospital," Edward said with a sad sigh. He walked around the island and wrapped his arms around my body. I nestled closer to his chest, relishing in his strength and his love. He pulled away slightly and cupped my chin. He kissed my lips sweetly. "I love you, my beautiful girl," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I said against his mouth. He groaned and grabbed his keys. "See you tonight, Dr. Masen."

He rolled his eyes and gave us a wave before heading out of the house. Edward was no sooner gone than Esme dragged me to the kitchen table and put my half eaten pancakes in front of me. "Edward told me you need to eat," she said, arching a brow.

"Esme, I really don't have much of an appetite," I said, looking up at her.

"Sweetheart, you need to keep up your strength. You're getting too thin," Esme chided. I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Eat, Isabella."

"Yeesh, you sound like my mom," I giggled. I picked up my fork and dug into my breakfast. I, surprisingly, ate it all. "I guess I was more hungry than I thought. Esme, you don't have to stay. I can take care of myself."

"Bella, please. It's my pleasure. Besides, Edward would go bat shit crazy if I left. In case you haven't noticed, Edward is a bit of a worrywart," Esme tittered. "We don't have to talk, Bella. I brought my 'homework.'"

"What's that?" I asked as I got up to clean my plate.

"I have a few sketches that I'm working on for a big client," she answered. She looked at a large portfolio on the island. "I need to add finishing touches and patterns. It'll probably take all day."

I nodded and gave her a small smile. I also washed the glasses and plates in the sink while I heard Esme set up her work. "Esme?"

"Yes?"

"Can you drive me to my condo? I need to get my laptop," I asked.

"No need, my dear," she grinned. She got up and went into Edward's office. "Rosalie dropped it off on Tuesday, Edward said." She returned with my laptop bag and a small sheet of paper. "Password for the wireless network here."

"Oh, thanks," I said as I took my laptop and paper. I plugged it in and powered it up. I put in the password, a jumble of numbers and letters, and accessed the wireless network. I checked my email and paid a few bills that needed my attention. I then logged into my work email. It was inundated with tons of messages. I deleted a bunch of emails that did not pertain to me. However, the email from my old advisor stuck out at me. I only had one class to complete and then my administrative degree would be done. I went online and checked my balances. I grimaced. I couldn't do it. Even if I used my credit card. I sighed and put my laptop on the ground. I curled up on a pillow, my mind racing about how I could do this.

Apparently I dozed off and was gently woken up by Esme. She put a tray of soup and some crusty bread over my legs. I inhaled my lunch and cleaned my mess. Esme gave me a smile as she spoke quietly on her cell phone. I was nearly done with washing my dishes when the house phone rang. "Bella, can you get that?"

"Sure," I said with trepidation. I was a guest in Edward's home. I didn't feel comfortable picking up his phone. It rang again and I picked up the cordless in the kitchen. "Hello?"

"Hi, beautiful girl," Edward crooned.

"Hi," I sighed. "I was hoping it was you. But fearful it was like your bank saying they lost all your money."

"I put my cell phone as my primary number, silly. I only have a landline because the hospital demanded it," he laughed. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. I ate," I replied. "Finished my breakfast and ate a pretty good lunch. How are you?"

"Frazzled. I've been meeting after meeting all fucking day," he groaned. "However, I wanted to call my beautiful girlfriend. And to say that I love you."

"Hmmm, I love you too, baby," I smiled. "You still coming around five?"

"I'm hoping so," Edward sighed. "I have a question for you , love."

"What's that?"

"Have you thought more about what Alice and I mentioned to you on Sunday? I realize it's probably the last thing on your mind, but you really should consider it," Edward said, a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

"I actually emailed my old advisor on Monday when I had a spare moment," I answered. "She said I could still sign up , but it needs to be done this week. But I just can't afford it."

"Baby, I can help," Edward said in a small voice. "I want to help."

I drew my lip into my teeth. "A loan. I'll accept a loan," I conceded. "As soon as I submit my paperwork and get bumped up to the next lane, I'll pay you back. Okay?"

"Excellent," Edward smiled. "I actually left my credit card on the kitchen counter if you decided to do that. Sign up for the class and use my card, okay? Baby?"

"But…"

"No buts, baby. Do it," Edward commanded. "I've got to go. I have a meeting in a few minutes . I love you, beautiful girl."

"Love you too, Edward. Thank you," I sniffled. I hung up the phone and walked to the kitchen counter. Sure enough, Edward's credit card was sitting there. I picked it up and spun it in my hands. I huffed and walked to my computer. I logged into my old graduate school's website and signed up for the practicum. Using Edward's credit card. I saved the receipt and emailed it to Edward. I then contacted Mrs. Cope to see if I could work with her on the practicum. Her response was immediate saying that she would love for me to work with her. I smiled.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Esme and I talked about Alice's wedding. Esme pretty much told me that when it's over, she will be a happy woman. She also said that Carlisle was ready to wring Alice's neck with all of the expenses she's incurred. We both groaned that what Alice wants, Alice gets.

We also worked side by side to make dinner for Edward. I decided to make lasagna as he had all of the necessary ingredients for the Italian specialty. My grandmother would be proud for all of the work I put into my meal. I truly love being half Italian. I actually consider myself to be fully Italian, as my father's heritage is a bit unknown. He was a mutt. We didn't know what he was. My mom was the Italian and I inherited most of her traits. With the exception of her flightiness. I was more like my father. I always had my head on straight. My mom, not so much. But what can you do?

Esme left around 4:30 and she gave me a warm embrace. The lasagna was in the oven and I decided to watch some television. My head, for the first time since getting hurt, was not pounding. It was just a dull ache. I flipped through the channels and found something that held my attention. A few moments later, I heard the garage open.

"Honey, I'm home," he snickered. "Fuck, what is that delicious smell?"

"Lasagna," I answered as I got up from my spot on the couch.

"You made me lasagna? Hot damn, woman, I'm going to gain back that fifty pounds," he laughed. He pulled me to his chest and dipped me in a passionate kiss. "I love having you here."

"Hmmm," I moaned. "I'd figured you'd get sick of me. I've done nothing but sleep, drool and shower."

"You've been injured, my love," he said as he put his stuff down on the kitchen table.

"I know, but I still feel guilty," I sighed. "So, the lasagna is a peace offering."

"Bella," Edward warned.

The oven dinged and I danced away from Edward, sticking out my tongue at him. He growled as I took out the lasagna. I turned off the oven and set the table. "I love cooking in your kitchen, Edward. It's a chef's dream."

"Based off what I smell, you are truly a gourmet chef," Edward smiled. "I got your email, by the way."

"I just wanted you to know how much my practicum was going to cost when you got your credit card statement." I walked to the family room and got his card. I handed it to him and he slipped it in his wallet. "As soon as I complete the class and get reimbursed, I'm paying you back."

"Reimbursed?"

"We get $75 for each credit hour we take. It's a three credit hour practicum and I'll get $225 back," I answered. I cut the lasagna and dished out a large piece, placing it in Edward's plate. I cut myself a smaller piece and sat down. Edward put some cheese on his lasagna and dug in. He moaned. "Good?"

"Best fucking lasagna, ever," he said with a full mouth.

"You can thank my Grandma Marie for the recipe," I snickered.

"I love your grandma," Edward said as he shoveled in another forkful. "But I love you, more."

"I love you, too, Edward," I smiled. I sighed and pushed my plate away. "I probably should head back home tomorrow. I can't even imagine…"

"Bella, you don't have to. I would love for you to stay," Edward said quickly.

"Edward, no. I appreciate your hospitality and everything you've done for me, but I can't stay here," I said.

"Baby, I'm afraid that Mike'll come back. And finish the job he started," Edward said, his eyes filled with sadness and anger. "I would be more comfortable if you stayed. With me. Forever."

"Edward, really, I can't. It's…just…it's too fast," I said honestly. "I'm sorry."

Edward sighed and ran his hands over his face. "I know, beautiful. Can't blame a guy for trying," he teased. However I could tell that I really hurt his feelings in refusing his offer to move in. But I wasn't ready. I couldn't. As much as I wanted to stay in Edward's home, I couldn't. It didn't make sense for me to keep the condo, pay the mortgage and live with Edward. "You will get your locks changed and I insist on an alarm system," Edward said, arching a brow.

"Yes sir," I said. "Do you work tomorrow?"

"Only in the morning," Edward said. "I have a half shift in the ER. I should be home by one-ish."

I nodded and picked at my dinner. Edward gently pushed my plate back toward me with an elegant finger, daring me not to finish my lasagna. I finished my dinner and Edward did the dishes. I started to clean, but he gently shooed me out of the kitchen, telling me to relax and watch some television. I put on the TV, not really paying attention. Edward came and sat down next to me, cuddling me to his chest. "I'm going to fucking miss you, Bella," he said into my hair.

"I'm going to miss you, too, baby," I whispered. "However, you can come over whenever you want. I'll give you a key."

"After you get new locks," Edward said as he poked my side.

"After I get new locks. Also, if you could stay tomorrow, that would be…"

"I was planning on it, Bella. You're going back to your home where you were attacked. I understand your trepidation about being there alone," he said.

"I probably should call school," I sighed. "They'll probably want to know if I can come back on Monday."

"You'll need medical clearance," Edward said. "I'll talk to Dr. Gerandy about squeezing you in tomorrow afternoon."

"You seem hesitant around him. Why?" I asked.

"He was next in line to be the head of the emergency department before I came along. He thinks I'm a brilliant doctor, but too young to be an administrator. I don't have my 'head in the game.'"

"There's more, isn't there?"

"He also worked with my father when he was alive," Edward said inaudibly. "My father was a pediatric oncologist. Best in the country. Dr. Gerandy did one of his rotations with him when he was a resident. He thought very highly of him and I'm afraid I'm not meeting my father's standards."

"Edward, I may not have remembered much from Monday night, but I do remember two things. The first was when you called me your family. The second was when Dr. Gerandy said he was discharging me with one of the best in the country. From what I've seen, you are a remarkable doctor. Compassionate, brilliant, strong, cool, and I'm so proud that I'm with you. I'm proud that you chose me to be with you," I said as I sat up to look him in the eyes. "You are surpassing the invisible goals that you've created for yourself. You are 32 and the head of the emergency department of Craven Memorial Hospital. You have succeeded in obtaining the preliminary approval to upgrade the ER to be a level two trauma center. You have undoubtedly achieved so much in your professional life, your father and your mother would be insanely proud of your work. I know I am and I've known you for a few months."

Edward didn't say anything. He just stared at me. His eyes blinking slowly. Then, in a flash, his mouth was crashing against mine and I found myself straddling his legs. His tongue moved languidly with mine and I was grinding on his growing arousal. Those scrubs don't leave much to the imagination. His hands moved up my sides and he gently caressed my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. "Bella," he moaned. "That is the most beautiful, sincere, wonderful thing ANYBODY has ever said to me." His lips moved from mine and he licked down my jaw to my earlobe. "You are truly an amazing woman and I'm so proud that you have chosen to be with me." He pulled away and his green eyes were darkened with desire. I wanted nothing more than him. All of him. His straining erection and piercing gaze indicated he wanted the same. His fingers moved under the hem of my t-shirt and they moved to my bare breasts. He groaned and with his other hand, he pulled my face back to his, gently caressing my swollen lips with his mouth.

As we were beginning to get hot and heavy, Edward's phone rang from his bag on the kitchen table. "Damn it," he grumbled. "It's the hospital."

"How do you know?"

"Ring tone," he said as he kissed me while he moved me off his lap. He jogged to his bag and pulled out his Blackberry. "Dr. Masen…No, I'm afraid that's not possible…Aro will just have to wait…I can't drop everything when a resident fucks up. Their attending physician should be the one to put out the fire. If they can't handle it, then it'll be reflected in their evaluation…Fine…I'll speak with Aro tomorrow morning."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I run an ER full of idiots," Edward said as he slammed down his phone. "One of the attendings was MIA and his resident set a broken bone wrong. He was casting it when the attending noticed the deformity, but the damage was done. The patient has to have surgery to correct it. Aro is spewing lava and fire. The attending is so on the line right now. He should have been there to observe the resident's progress."

"Where was he? Or she?"

"I have no clue, but I will be speaking with both parties tomorrow after I meet with my 'fearless leader,' Aro Volturi."

"Ohhh, I've heard of him. He's a bit of a prick, but he runs a tight ship," I said. Edward slumped down and ran his fingers through his hair. "He's the CEO of the hospital, right?"

"Yeah. He makes sure that we are in the black and not in the red. He does allow the doctors make the medical decisions, but he makes all financial decisions. He was not pleased when I was hired."

"Why? You are fucking awesome," I said, laying my head in his lap.

"I'm too expensive. I am board certified in several different specialties, in addition to emergency medicine. I have an Ivy League undergraduate degree and nationally ranked medical degree. Plus, the hospital I came from paid me big bucks. Craven was not ready to dole out that kind of cash. But I came here anyway. I took a huge paycut, but I'm happier being closer to my family. It also brought me you," he said quietly.

I blushed and bit my lip. He chuckled lightly and removed my lip from my teeth. "What else have you specialized in?"

"Emergency medicine, pediatric emergency medicine, and trauma surgery," he answered.

"So you could perform open heart surgery with knife and plastic straw," I teased.

"If the job called for it," he laughed. He sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. "God, you're gorgeous."

"Oh, okay," I snickered. "I've been a hot mess for the past few days. I look like a total bum."

"You really don't see yourself very clearly, Bella," he said.

"You know why, Edward. I'm trying, though," I replied. I grinned at him sleepily and nestled closer to him. "You are definitely the gorgeous one."

"I have my positive qualities," Edward said with a wide grin. "I also have my negative qualities."

"I've only ever seen positives from you, Masen," I laughed.

"You've never been around me when I've had a migraine. I turn into a fucking prick. Steer clear. I have a temper. It takes awhile for me to blow my top but when I do, it ain't pretty. Mushrooms give me gas…"

"Okay, Edward. You have your flaws. Yeesh!" I said. "However, I love you tremendously. Flaws and all."

"I love you, more, beautiful girl," Edward smiled. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly, gently caressing my cheeks. We stayed curled up with each other until I started dozing off. We eventually went upstairs and fell asleep, nestled in each other's arms.

How am I going to be without him when I go back home?

xx AFS xx

I woke up to an empty bed. I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly eleven. Next to me, on Edward's pillow, was a note in his elegant scrawl. I chuckled thinking that doctors had horrendous handwriting. Apparently Edward missed that memo.

My dearest Bella,

I hope that you've slept well. The past few nights, I've gotten the best sleep I've ever had. I will definitely miss having you curled up next to me, though I understand why you need to go back to your place.

Doesn't mean I have to like it.

Which I don't.

But I'll deal.

Anyhow, I'm rambling. I have my meetings this morning and I should be back around one or so. I have cereal in the pantry that you love so much. (I feel like you love me for my kitchen and not my smoking hot bod) and I have coffee ready to be made. Just start the coffee maker.

I miss you and I love you tremendously, my beautiful girl. I'll see you when I get home.

Yours,

Edward

I smiled and got out of bed. I was pleased that my head wasn't spinning and it wasn't pounding either. I had a minor, dull ache where my head was slammed against the kitchen floor, but other than that it was fine. I walked to bathroom and quickly took care of business, showering, washing my hair and getting dressed. I decided on putting on actual pants, with a button today. I slipped on a pair of jeans and slate gray graphic t-shirt that Rose slipped in my bag. I put on my black ballet flats and went to put on my makeup. Afterward, I packed my belongings into my bag and went downstairs. I ate a hasty breakfast of Honey Nut Cheerios. I went into the family room and packed up my laptop, placing it by the door with my other bag.

I sat down and watched some television. I never watched television. However, my brain was not focused enough to read. I could watch dancing lights and sounds. I found something that held my attention and I watched that until I heard the garage door open. Edward walked in and he was wearing his navy suit and grimace. He was barking to someone on the phone. I frowned and got up from his couch. Edward slammed down his phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Mother fucking Aro," he seethed. "He went above me and fired the resident and the attending in the broken bone debacle. I've spent the entire morning with Carlisle and Aro arguing about how this looks. I ran a level one trauma center and I never had to deal with political bullshit."

"Can Aro do that? Just arbitrarily fire people?"

"He needs board approval. I reminded him of that fact and he 'allowed' the resident and the attending to be on administrative leave until the board meets. Which is next week. I have to plead their case. I can't afford to lose either one of them. We're stretched too thin as it is," Edward said. "Carlisle tried to make him see that fact and he listened to him. But would he listen to me? Fuck no. Judgmental asshole."

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked quietly.

"No. Not really. Letting me vent is helping. But it doesn't stop the fact that my boss is fucking retard," Edward growled. "He threatened me that he would fire me. It won't happen. The other board members love what I've done to the ER. Aro is the only one who hates my guts."

"For the board to fire someone, what has to happen?"

"For a doctor or a nurse, it needs to be a majority. For a department head, it needs to be unanimous," Edward explained. "However, the doctor or nurse needs to be placed on a probationary period of ninety days before they can be fired."

"Has the resident or attending been on that probationary period?" I questioned.

"Resident has been. Yes. The attending? No," Edward replied. His eyes lit up and he kissed me. "Bella, you are fucking genius." He whipped out his phone. "Carlisle? Dr. Uley was never placed on probation. He can't be fired until he gets his mandatory ninety days…Bella did. She asked what the ramifications are for being fired…She's a genius, I know…Okay, I will. Love you too."

"Did I solve something?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes you did, my beautiful girl," he smiled. "Thank you!" Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, kissing my cheeks and lips. I grimaced when he put me down and he smacked his head. "Fuck, I forgot your bruise on your back. Turn around."

I did and he did an examination. "I'm fine, Edward. It was just a little rough on my back. I'll survive," I said, looking over my shoulder. He placed his hand on my back and frowned. I turned around and smacked his chest. "I'm perfectly fine. Stop sulking."

"Fine," he grumbled. He rubbed his chest and frowned. "You know, you're freakishly strong."

"Whatever, Edward."

"I'm going to change and then you need to get seen by Dr. Gerandy for your medical clearance to return to work," Edward said as he untied his tie. "We're going to his office in Nottingbrook."

I nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He ran upstairs and I heard him shuffle in his bedroom. I did some minor puttering around the kitchen, cleaning my mess from breakfast and cleaning the coffee pot. Edward came back downstairs, wearing a pair of cargo khaki pants and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He had his sunglasses on his head and he was typing furiously on his Blackberry. On his shoulder, he carried a small duffel bag. "You all ready, my beautiful girl?"

"Yeah," I said as I checked the kitchen. Edward smiled as he picked up my bags, carrying them to the car. He put them into the trunk and slid into the driver's side after he opened the passenger side for me. He backed out the car and drove us the short distance to Nottingbrook. We were at an office building adjacent from where I had my appointment with Dr. Forks. Edward parked the car and helped me out. We walked in and were immediately led into an examination room. Dr. Gerandy came in a few moments later and gave me a thorough examination. He was pleased with my progress, but told me that my headaches would linger for a few more days. He wrote out my medical note, handing it to me and giving Edward a tight smile.

We left the doctor's office and Edward drove us to my condo. I could feel my anxiety and worry mount as we got closer to my home. My heart was stammering, palms were sweating and breaths coming in irregular pants. "Bella?"

"I'm fine, Edward," I said quietly.

"No, you're not," Edward said as he laid his hand on my neck. "Your pulse is racing. Are you sure you're ready to go back?"

"I have to," I whispered. I clamped my eyes shut. I cannot rely on a man to fix all of my problems. Edward is wonderful, but he'll leave, too. Just like Mike. He'll hurt me, break my heart.

"This is more than you going back to your condo, isn't it?" Edward pressed.

Yes. "No, I'm fine. Just having a minor panic attack," I said in a tight voice. Edward growled lightly when he parked the car in front of my condo. My brow was sweating and my heart was nearly pumping out of my chest. He opened my door and helped me out of his Volvo. He took my keys that he borrowed from Rose and placed them into my hand. I gripped them with a shaking palm.

"Bella, you are not fine. You're shaking like a leaf," he said quietly. "I can feel your heart stammering. I'm taking you back to my place."

"No! I need to do this. I'd rather do it with you, but if you can't support me, give me my shit and go," I snapped. I went to Edward's open trunk and grabbed my bags, slinging them over my shoulders. I stomped past him. I tried, unsuccessfully, to calm my nerves. With shaking knees, I climbed the stairs and unlocked my door. I stood, frozen, at my entrance of my condo.

I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. "You can do this, Bella," Edward crooned. "I'm right next to you."

Fat tears fell down my cheeks and I took a hesitant step into my home. Edward kept his arms around me, holding me up. We entered my small foyer and I was immediately assaulted with the smell of rotten chili. I wrinkled my nose and tried to not throw up. I put my bags down. I went into the kitchen and saw the chili still sitting on the stove, growing a lovely green fuzz. I covered my mouth, forcing back vomit. Edward took the pot and darted out of condo. He returned a few moments later with his hands empty. After disposing of the fuzzy chili, I appraised my kitchen. I saw a dent where my head hit the kitchen cabinets. I hissed involuntarily.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Edward asked warily.

I nodded and went to my patio door, throwing it open. "It stinks in here," I grumbled. I walked past him and into my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and put on my grubbies. "I need to get the stench out," I said as I threw my hair back into a ponytail.

Edward grabbed my wrist, pleading with his eyes. "Bella, you don't have to do that now."

I ripped my hand from his and glared at him. "Yes, I do," I seethed. I reached under the sink and took out all the materials to clean the kitchen. I began scrubbing the stove and methodically worked through the entire space. Edward huffed a breath and skulked into the family room. I heard him quietly speak on the phone. To who, I have no idea. I scoured and scrubbed every surface of the kitchen. I lit every candle in the condo, trying to rid it of the foul stench. I was working for nearly two hours when the intercom buzzed. Every hair on my head bristled. My breathing was erratic and my vision got fuzzy.

Edward went to the intercom and spoke to whoever was at the door. My fists clenched and my body was rigid. A sharp rap resounded through my door and Edward opened it up. I squeaked and fell against the counter. "No. No. No." I murmured, running my fingers through my hair.

"Bella?" Edward asked.

"Mike, don't. Please," I begged.

"Bella. Look at me. Listen to my voice. It's Edward," he said soothingly.

"Hey, buddy, I've got placed to go. Where do I need to put in the new lock?" a nasal voice asked in a bored tone.

"Front door," Edward snapped. "Bella, you're okay. I'm here. Please, baby."

He walked toward me and I moved away from him. "Don't touch me, Mike," I said, anxiety lacing my tone. "Please. Leave me alone."

Edward held up his hands in a defensive posture, his eyes filled with sadness and worry. "Baby, I'm not Mike. I'll never hurt you, Bella. Never in a million years. Please?" he begged. "Please?" He took another step toward me and I found myself cornered in the kitchen. I had no way of escape.

Edward's warm hands reached my face and I tried to push him away. "No! Leave me alone!" I shrieked.

Edward forcefully grabbed my hands and brought me into a restraining embrace. "Bella," he sobbed brokenly. "Snap out of it, beautiful. Please?" He held me to his chest and I fought, futilely against his steely hold. "Baby, listen to my voice. You're okay. You're safe. No one is going to hurt you. I refuse to let it happen. I love you, Bella."

His hands moved up and down my back, massaging my tense muscles. I put my nose into his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent of Tuscany, laundry detergent and Edward filled my nose. I bawled and collapsed against his chest. He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. He lay me on my bed and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a small prescription bottle, shaking out a pill. "Take this, Bella."

I looked at him warily. "What is it?"

"Xanax," he answered. "Dr. Gerandy prescribed it for you when you were at the hospital."

"I want to see the bottle," I whispered. He picked it up and handed it to me. Sure enough, my name was emblazoned on the small bottle and the date it was filled was Monday. I reached for the pill with a shaky hand, swallowing it dry. I lay back against my pillow, trying to calm my breathing and my stammering heart. Edward rubbed his hand across my forehead and stopped to check my pulse.

"Bella, I'm worried, sweetheart," Edward whispered. "You went through a traumatic experience and having someone ring your doorbell should not elicit such a reaction."

"Were you able to go into the trauma room where Tanya died?" I asked, looking at him sadly.

"Touché. It took me six months before I could go in there before breaking out into a cold sweat," Edward said. "Will you be okay here? Once I've left?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "As much as I appreciate all you've done for me, I can't rely on it."

"Why?"

"What happens when you leave?"

"Bella, I'm not going anywhere. I've told you that. You're stuck with me forever," he said fervently.

"Mr. Masen? You're locks are done."

"I'll be right there," Edward called. "Stay here." I nodded and Edward went out to my family room. I listened to his conversation with the locksmith. A few moments later, Edward came back into the bedroom holding a set of keys. "Your new keys, madam."

"Thanks," I mumbled. I couldn't look at him in the eyes. I was so horrible. Horrendous. Hateful. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, beautiful. This is about your safety. It is of utmost importance," Edward said forcefully.

Being stubborn, I got out of my bed and went into my dresser. I took out two hundred dollars in cash and stuck it in Edward's pocket. "I don't need your charity, Edward. I can pay to get my fucking locks changed," I sneered.

"Bella, relax. I'm trying to help," he said, taking the money out of his pocket and placed it on my bedspread. "I know you're scared and you're lashing out."

"Edward, I'm fucking terrified," I shouted. "He's out on bond. He's coming back. He's going to finish what he started. Did you see my cabinet? That was my fucking head!"

"God damn, yes! I saw it. I saw it when I ran in to find your ex-husband slamming your head into the kitchen floor. He was slamming your head on a concrete floor, Bella. I just found you and fucking REFUSE to let you go. I will walk through fire and pits of hell to make sure that you're safe," Edward yelled. "I can't lose another person who I love. If it means that I have to pay to get you new locks or move you into fucking Fort Knox, I'm sure as hell going to do it. Bella, I know you are not ready, but I know in my heart that I am going to give you my heart. My soul. My life. Quit being so damned proud and stubborn and let me take care of you."

Edward sat down in the chair in my bedroom, burying his hands in his hair. He ran into his sunglasses and he tossed them on the floor. I sat on my bed, flummoxed at Edward's tirade. He ran his hands furiously through his hair and I heard him sniffle and cry. I stood up and knelt in front of him. I gently took his face but he pulled away. "Bella, don't," he growled.

I sat back on my heels, dropping my hands. "I'm sorry, Edward," I whispered inaudibly. "I fucked up." I got up and Edward's arms shot around my waist. He pulled me to him and buried his nose into my shirt.

"I can't lose you, Bella," he sobbed. "My heart can't take it. It just can't." I pushed him back on the chair and straddled his waist, wrapping my arms around his neck. I put my head against the crook of his neck, inhaling his heady scent. "I love you, Bella. So much. I physically ache when I'm apart from you. I can't…just…can't…"

I pulled his face to look into his eyes. They were glistening with tears, but a beautiful shade of evergreen. His cheeks flushed from his tears. I leaned down and caressed my lips with his. An angel's kiss. Soft, sweet and inviting. Our kiss deepened as Edward's lips moved more forcefully with mine. His tongue brushed my top lip and asked for entry. I opened my mouth with a moan and his tongue danced erotically with mine. My fingers reached his shirt and began unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers lightly raked down his skin. His muscles contracted and his smattering of chest hair tickled my palms. "Bella," he moaned as his lips moved to my neck, across my jaw and to my ear lobe.

I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair. His hands moved to my hem of my shirt. Edward's fingertips danced along my stomach and to my back as he inched my shirt up. He removed his lips from my skin and ripped my shirt from my body. I pushed his button down off his broad shoulders. Edward's hands fisted my hair and angled my neck so he could attach his warm, wet lips to my neck. "Edward," I sighed. He nipped at my sensitive skin, reaching behind my back. With a flick of the wrist, my bra was unclasped and he was pulling down the straps. My bra was flung across of the room and Edward took my nipple into his teeth, biting down. I yelped and I felt myself get more aroused as his tongue licked my taut peak.

"Fuck, you taste delicious, Bella," he mumbled against my skin. "I could live off of you." His mouth captured mine in a needy, forceful kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance and I grinded against his growing erection. Edward moaned and his hands moved to my ass, pulling to his body. "I want you, Bella."

I groaned and moved my mouth from his, licking along his scruffy jaw. I bit down on his earlobe and I felt his cock twitch. "Oh, God," I moaned.

"God's not here, baby. I am," he teased as his hands moved to my breasts. "Your tits are perfect, baby. They fit perfectly in my hands."

I moaned. I licked his neck and bit down on the sensitive spot behind his ear. Edward growled, deep in his chest and he stood up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He took a few steps to my bed and we fell onto it in a tangle of limbs, lips, and moans. Edward pinned me to the bed with his hips, his mouth moving fervently against mine. I rolled my body and shoved on his shoulder. I straddled his waist and I gently cupped his cock. "Hmmm, so hard, Edward," I purred.

"Always and only for you, baby," he said in a husky voice. "Are you wet for me?"

"I'm not sure," I said coyly. Edward rolled his hips and I was on my back. Edward reached for my button of my jeans and he deftly released it. He slipped his hands into my jeans, into my underwear. His long fingers circled my clit, teasing me.

"Hmmm, very wet," he said as he withdrew his fingers from my panties. He moved his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them lightly. "Definitely could live off you, Bella. The sweetest delicacy." I whimpered and wiggled my hips. "Want more?"

"Please," I begged. "I need you, Edward. I'm sorry that I was so stubborn…"

Edward stopped my apology with his lips. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my hips. I reached for his belt buckle, releasing it. I then unbuttoned his fly, easing them down. "Fuck, baby. I want you so badly," he moaned. "I want make you forget. Make you scream my name." Edward settled between my legs and thrust his arousal against my cotton covered core. "Only think preventing that is a few scraps of fabric."

"Edward, I want you, too. But not yet. I don't want the first time we make love for it to be 'make up sex,'" I said, running my fingers through his hair.

Edward's face fell slightly, but he smiled wickedly. "We may not make love today, but I can still make you scream my name, beautiful girl." He arched a brow and his fingers danced along my waistband of my black boy shorts. His hand pulled on my panties and they moved down my legs. He moved down my body, licking and suckling on my breasts. I moaned and wiggled my body. Edward laughed against my skin and he moved further down my body, nipping at my hipbones. He inhaled deeply as he ran his nose along my soaking core. "God, baby. You're so fucking wet." Edward flicked my clit with his hot tongue. My hips bucked and he placed a restraining arm across my body. With his tongue, he licked the depths of my sex and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Edward hummed against my skin and it reverberated against my core.

"Ed-ward," I moaned, fisting my fingers through his hair. His tongue moved faster against my core, causing the most wonderful feeling to my body. My hips moved over their own accord, moving at the same rhythm as Edward's tongue. With one of his fingers, he traced my entrance. With expert precision, he plunged it into my body. "Fuck," I screamed.

"Soon, baby," Edward cooed as he licked my inner thigh. "You won't know what hit you, beautiful." He drew my clit between his teeth and put in a second finger, curling them against my body. His tongue moved feverishly against my body, bringing my body to the brink. I was so close. So close to erupting in pleasure. "Damn baby. You are soaked. That's so god damned hot," he growled. "Do you want come beautiful girl?"

"Oh, god! Please," I moaned as I moved my hips against his face. "I'm so close, Edward. I've never felt so good." My hands moved up to my chest, gently playing with my breasts. Edward arched a brow as he continued to eat my pussy. His ministrations were faster and he added a third finger, pumping his hand faster in my body.

"Come for me, Isabella," Edward commanded, his voice forceful. At his words, my muscles clenched and I screamed, arching my back. Edward kept his lips attached to my body as I returned to Earth from my brief trip to heaven. My breathing slowed and I threw my arms above my head. My body was jello and covered in sweat. Edward crawled up my body, pressing soft kisses as he went. "Feel good beautiful?"

I nodded, looking at him. He had a sexy smirk on his face, obviously proud of what he had done. I caressed his face, brushing his hair off his forehead. Edward leaned down and kissed my lips. I deepened the kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist. He fell between my legs, his hardened length pressed against my entrance. However, it was covered by his boxers. I pushed us so we both laying on our sides and I snaked my hand down his belly. I slipped my hand into his boxers and grasped his cock.

I forgot how big he was.

He groaned and he shimmied his boxers off his body. I pumped his erection a few times before I moved down his body. I pressed soft kisses to his chest, to each of his scars and licking across his belly. Edward grunted as I looked at him through my lashes. "I taste okay, Edward. You're better," I purred. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He watched me with lidded eyes. I pulled his cock into my mouth, taking him as far as I could. I relaxed my jaw and eased further back in my mouth.

"Fuck, woman. Do you have a gag reflex?" Edward croaked.

"Nope," I said as tapped his cock against my lips. I plunged his cock into my mouth and sucked lightly. Edward groaned and his hips swiveled. With my hands, I twisted and worked his dick and balls. Edward's brow was furrowed and I could see beads of sweat along his temples. "Don't hold back, Edward. I know you want to."

"I want to what?" he crooned.

"Fuck my mouth," I answered with a blush that crept over my cheeks. "Let go, handsome." Edward growled and hips moved at a frantic pace. I moved my head with the same rhythm as his hips, twisting my hands around his glorious cock. I dragged my teeth along the underside of his shaft and his jaw dropped.

"God, Bella. I'm…fuck!" he roared as he put his hand gently against my head. I hummed against his skin and his eyes were filled with lust and love. "Shit, baby. I'm…I'm…" he cried as his brows raised. I kept up my pace, moving quickly with his body. I bit down more forcefully and I felt his cock harden and then twitch in my mouth. Edward fell back against the bed and he spilled into my mouth. I lapped up all he had to offer, which surprised me. I never enjoyed doing that to Mike or anybody else. But I craved it with Edward. I wanted to taste him. All of him.

I released Edward's cock and giggled. "What are you laughing at?" Edward panted.

"You. The fact that I reduce a 6'2" man to a panting mess is very empowering," I smiled.

I dabbed my lips daintily and smirked. Edward growled and threw me onto the bed, hovering over me. "You are a dangerous creature. So tempting. So delicious. So mine," he said as he rolled his hips against mine. His cock nuzzled my entrance and I moaned. Edward pulled away and put on his boxers. "Tempting is the most apt description of you, Bella. I so wanted to make love to you."

"I want you to, but not yet," I said as sat up, leaning on my elbows. "I don't want it to be a reaction to us fighting."

"I understand. I do," Edward sighed. "Besides, I'm not as young as I used to be. I need some recovery time. You drained me."

"Yummy," I said as I licked my lips.

Edward growled and he tossed me my shirt. "Get dressed before I do something that I might regret, Swan."

"Yes, Dr. McFuckme," I purred as I slowly put my shirt on. I hopped out of bed and bent down in front of Edward, flaunting my lack of underwear as I picked up my panties and jeans. Edward snarled and smacked my ass. I squeaked and Edward got dressed.

"I am sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to yell earlier. You just don't know or understand the depth of my feelings for you. I say that I love you, but it's so much more than that. I never believed in soul mates or any of that crap until I met you. What I feel for you rocks me to my very core. I honestly couldn't imagine if anything would happen to you. I am naturally protective, but even more so with you," Edward said as he sat down in front of me. He caressed my cheeks and kissed my nose.

"Edward, I do understand. I'm just so afraid of getting hurt again. Emotionally, mentally and physically. I want nothing more than to be with you in every way, but I'm so fearful of getting burned. I mean, the man I was married to for five years, been with for nearly eight, up and tells me he cheated on me and we get divorced. Then months after the divorce is finalized he goes bat shit crazy!"

I took a deep breath and stared into Edward's sea green orbs, "I love you so much that I would do anything in my power to ensure your safety, your happiness, your sanity. I…just…I love you."

"Are you still going to shove $200 in my shirt?" Edward snarked.

"No. You've done so much for me this week. I don't want to be indebted to you any further," I sighed.

"Bella, I'd give you my left kidney. Which is a lot since I only have my left one," he laughed. "You can never be indebted to me. Simply because I won't accept anything in return."

"But you said…"

"Is this about your practicum?" Edward asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I will pay you back."

"We'll see," Edward smiled.

"A loan! I said I'd accept a loan," I wailed. "I have my dignity."

"There's also dignity in accepting a gift. It's not wrong to accept gifts. Bella, please?" Edward pouted, jutting his lip out.

"Fuck me, with the damn lip," I grumbled. I tweaked his lip, licking it. "You are too adorable."

He smiled, knowing he'd won. "Damn straight I'm adorable. And sexy. And fucking in love with you."

"Dr. FoulMouth," I giggled.

"Would you rather I use multisyllabic medical terms when I'm going down on you? Describing your labia in graphic detail?" Edward teased.

"No, that's okay."

"Good, because I don't think I could do it. You love me. Foul mouth and all," he said pulling me closer to him, causing my legs to surround his waist.

"Yes, I do."

"As I love you," he grinned.

It's official, we're nauseating.

"Yes, we are, Bella. But I fucking love it."

"Did I say that out loud?" I squeaked.

"Yep."

Fuck. Me.

"Later, baby," Edward laughed.

"Okay, I apparently have no brain to mouth filter today."

"Nope. It's god damned adorable," Edward said as he kissed my lips. "And I won't 'fuck' you. I'll make sweet love to you. I promise you that."

Squeak.

"I heard that!"

A/N: Some lemony goodness. I hoped you like. Leave me love! Reviews make me insanely happy. I mean really happy. xoxox!