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A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, ALL! Thank you for all of your support in 2012, and I hope you continue to enjoy my stories as we begin 2013!

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Now let's get back to the action…

Chapter 45: Awakenings

Bella's POV

Edward and I tried to take Carmen's advice and enjoy some semblance of a honeymoon aboard the plane. But as my human ears picked up every chortle from Jasper and happy sigh from Alice, their enthusiasm killed the mood before we could strike it.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think they'd done it on purpose.

After a mini-eternity, the blessed Cullen hangar was in sight. My anxiety increased with each mile of road we covered, and had Border Patrol taken one look at my face, they would have detained us on suspicion of illicit activity.

"I give up," Jasper exclaimed at one point. "She refuses to calm down."

"Love," Edward cinched me closer to his side with his free arm. "You're killing the empath."

"I'm sorry," I said as my knee bobbed up and down. "But since Alice won't tell me if Charlie's future has changed, I can't relax until I see him for myself."

"You do realize he might be asleep at this hour?" Alice said, her fingers punishing the keys on her smartphone. "It is after midnight."

I kicked the back of her chair, turning to Edward in a huff. "You said we'd reached Forks by nightfall."

"Technically it is nightfall."

I crossed my arms across my chest. "I can't get any help in this car."

"Try not to worry, dear," Esme said from the front seat. "Whether Charlie is awake or asleep, I'm sure Rose and Emmett took great care of him."

"That's not what worries me."

"Then what is?" she asked as Carlisle cut the radio.

Edward fingers found themselves in mine as I sighed. "Maybe he doesn't remember me."

"What?"

"We don't know how his captivity affected him. For all I know, Charlie will wake up, see Rose, and think she's his daughter."

"I doubt that," Carlisle said.

"Is that your medical opinion or your paternal bias talking?"

He chuckled. "A bit of both, I guess. Charlie's scans bear no evidence of a brain injury, which is a great relief. And I hardly think he would believe Rosalie is his daughter."

"Right." I looked out of the window and sighed. A moment later, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at Edward, wondering how he managed to text me without my notice.

You want Charlie to forget you because if he does, leaving him will be much easier on you. But have a little faith, love. You will not lose your father. I promise. xo

I closed my eyes and bit my lip to contain my rising emotions. That Edward could read me so well was more amazing than his resolution to keep Charlie in my life. I squeezed his hand, unable to meet his all-knowing gaze.

Encouraging though his determination was, any attempts to stay in touch with Charlie would jeopardize our family's safety. Aro might see our clan as an amusing diversion, but he would relish the chance to eliminate us for violating the most sacred vampiric law.

Maybe we could live apart for Charlie's lifetime and rejoin the Cullens later. Assuming we could outwit Aro and outrun Demetri long enough, would Edward do that? Would he walk away from the only family he's ever known in this life to make me happy?

I glanced at him and found his golden eyes boring into mine with intense adoration.

Yes. He definitely would.

But could I live with that? Could I live with knowing my refusal to let go of Charlie had fragmented our family, if only for a relatively few decades? The Cullens would understand and give us their blessing, but would I accept it? Would I want to spend a single day without Alice's whimsy, Esme's affection, Carlisle's guidance, Emmett's hilarity, Jasper's protectiveness, and Rosalie's ferocity? Even for the love of my father?

The options were impossible to reconcile.

And as I sat there debating, I finally understood Edward's resistance to changing me and his vacillation about staying with me. His desire to save me equaled his need to love me, presenting him with the ultimate conundrum where he'd lose something invaluable either way.

And in my uninformed ignorance of his paradoxical plight, I made things more difficult for him: questioning his love for me, testing his resolve. Neither of us could be faulted for our behavior, as we were fumbling our way through a uniquely perilous situation.

But as I saw Edward's dilemma through a new set of eyes, a wellspring of compassion bloomed in my breast, and I unclicked my seatbelt and threw myself into his lap.

Before he could question my behavior, I locked my hands behind his neck and met him with a lusty kiss. He cradled me closer on instinct, the surprised titters of our family fading into nothing as his hands pressed into my back. I tilted my head to one side to consume more of his icy sweetness, lapping against his tongue as he moaned into my mouth. The shameless sound increased my ardor, and I held on tight as he lifted me, resting on my knees as I straddled him.

I left his lips to breathe, and he dragged open kisses across my jawline. I barely noticed as he discarded my jacket and scarf, too focused on the sensation of his cool lips on my throat. They were soft and seeking as they took their time against my skin, his tongue making delicate circles beneath my earlobe. Sliding my hands into his hair, my nails raked his scalp as he sucked the throbbing pulse in my neck, my mouth clamping shut to keep from groaning aloud.

As he nibbled his way to the other side of my neck, his hands found their way under my sweater and against the bare skin of my abdomen. Our lips met again as he caressed his way past my ribcage and beneath my bra, pressing his palms against the heated flesh inside. As he cupped them in his hands and a sigh escaped me, I was startled to hear a similar sound in a masculine voice other than Edward's.

Stiffening in his arms, I pulled back and realized the car was no longer moving. It was too dark to see anything through the window, but our location was hardly more important than the fact the other two couples in the car were going at it. Alice's head rolled against Jasper's neck as he clutched her back, purring low as she nuzzled him. I couldn't see past them to Esme and Carlisle in the front seat, but his rumbling moans told me all I needed to know.

My eyes flew to Edward's in shock, and he shrugged awkwardly, his hands still braced against my breasts. As my parents and siblings counted their make-out sessions in front of me, I realized I had two choices: I could embarrass us all by drawing attention to what was happening or I could enjoy the chance to have some backseat fun with my husband.

With a cock of my eyebrow, I leaned in and kissed him again.

Far be it from me to go against the family.

—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—

After regaining what we could of our composure, the six of us pulled up behind the Denali clan in the Cullen front yard. Without an unexpected layover, they'd beaten us here by twenty minutes. Our car stopped, and I jumped out, eager to see Charlie. Edward passed me, of course, and held the door as I flew inside the house.

Rosalie waited in the middle of foyer, and she caught me in her arms as I ran at her. "DidCharliewakeup? Isheokay? AreyouandEmmettallright? Didthepackcomesniffingaround ?"

"Thank goodness I'm inhuman," she said. "Otherwise I might have missed most of that."

At her strange tone, I stepped back. I turned to catch the rest of the family entering the house. Alice was somewhere behind Carlisle and Jasper, obscuring my view of her face, and Edward's expression revealed nothing as he came to stand beside me.

I turned back to Rosalie with my arms across my chest. "How's Charlie?"

"He's fine. He's been asleep the whole time, but I don't think there's any cause for alarm."

The weight in my heart tightened as she spoke. "And?"

"Nothing else happened."

She looked away, and I stepped closer. "Rosalie, please."

With her eyes on the ground, she said, "I need to hunt."

"What?"

"I need to hunt," she frowned. "I've never been alone with Charlie for so long, and I don't know what it is about his scent, but I was tempted."

Carlisle and Esme blurred to her side as Edward appeared behind me. "Where's Emmett?" Carlisle asked.

"Upstairs." She leaned into Esme's embrace, her words a bit muffled. "I held out as long as I could, but sometime this morning, I had to stay away. I didn't want to leave the house in case something happened, but I haven't been upstairs since sunrise."

Rosalie raised her eyes to me, their embarrassment almost suffocating. "I'm so sorry, Bella. You trusted me with your father's life, and I failed. For everything he's been through in the past few days, I'm ashamed to think he was in the most danger with me."

Edward released my hand, and I stepped forward to take my sister's hands. "You kept Charlie safe," I said firmly. "Because you were selfless enough to stay here, we completed our business in Volterra without endangering his life. And I will owe you both for that for the rest of our existence." I kissed her cheek. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Rosalie smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. I could see my presence was making her uncomfortable, but I didn't want to leave her.

"Bella, why don't you go upstairs to see Charlie?" Esme suggested. "Edward will follow once Rosalie briefs him on what we missed then Emmett can take her hunting."

I nodded at Esme, touching Rose's hand again before turning toward the stairs with Carlisle in tow.

"I'll be there shortly, love," Edward vowed, and I asked him with my eyes to do whatever he could to comfort Rosalie. She had done too much for me to let an understandable instinct ruin it all. No matter how tempting his blood might have been, she protected him nonetheless, and she should be proud of that.

Emmett was waiting outside the door, his huge arms open to receive me. "Hey, little girl."

"Hey yourself," I mumbled into his chest. "Thank you for protecting my father."

He rubbed my back. "Stop thanking me for doing what a big bro does."

"Fair enough." He set me back on my feet as my eyes drifted to the partially open door.

"Go see your wife," Carlisle said after hugging his brawniest son. "We'll see you later on."

As Emmett's booming footsteps receded, I glanced at Carlisle. "Ladies first," he smiled.

I pushed open the door to Charlie's room and felt the pressure on my chest recede at the very sight of him.

In spite of the hospital bed and different surroundings, he looked as if he had fallen asleep on the couch during a Seahawks game. His color was normal, his breathing steady, and the outline of his never-worn beard was clearly visible on his skin.

My father was back.

"He looks great," Carlisle said, and I was unsurprised to feel moisture on my cheeks. "I think he'll awaken soon."

I took Charlie's hand in mine, and as I grinned at his sleeping face, something occurred to me for the first time. "How soon?"

"Within the next two days, I would guess."

"Could we take him home?"

Edward entered the room with Jasper and a smiling Alice in tow. "What do you mean?" Carlisle asked.

"We don't know the last thing Charlie remembers," I said. "And I think he'd deal with everything better if he woke up in familiar surroundings."

Edward laid his hands on my shoulders. "Let the little one speak before she bursts."

"Charlie and Bella have a conversation on Monday morning, so I know he wakes up soon," Alice beamed. "And I see no problem with his transport if we sedate him first."

"You want me to sedate my patient for no good reason?" Carlisle asked in full doctor-mode.

"With very good reason," Edward said. "If he were to wake up in the back of our car in the middle of the night, his recovery could be derailed."

"Never mind all the explaining we'd have to do," Alice said.

"I'll keep him calm while he sleeps," Jasper added. "To stop the nightmares from inhibiting the drugs."

"Is that possible?" I asked.

"You Swans are a bunch of wild cards," Jasper said. "I expect the unexpected whenever you're involved."

"I bet you were a handful as a human," I smirked.

A wide grin broke across his face. "You have no idea."

"Are you okay with this, Bella?" Carlisle asked even as he rummaged through a nearby drawer for a clean syringe.

"Absolutely."

"Very well." He set the syringe on the table and pulled out a tiny jar with a clear plastic seal. "I'll prepare a mild tranquilizer, and we'll leave within the hour."

"Do you need any help?" Alice asked.

She was too giddy to refuse. "Do you have a spare travel bag?"

She actually snorted. "Color?"

"Blue."

"Plain or patterned?"

"Patterned, I guess."

"Stripes or plaid?"

"Alice," Jasper groaned.

"I just want to be sure."

Jasper steered his wife toward the door. "I'll bring her back in five minutes or less."

I rose from my stool and started gathering Charlie's things. Before I could finish folding his Mariners sweatshirt, Alice had returned with a small suitcase in a tasteful blue-gray plaid. Though its appearance hardly mattered, it was just what I would have chosen for my father, and I was touched by how well she knew me.

I wrapped her in a fierce hug, causing her to drop the bag in surprise. "It's perfect."

She chuckled, excitement brightening her voice. "I hope you'll be as excited the next time I pick out something for you to wear."

"And the moment is ruined," Edward said. "You always press your luck, little one."

Alice stuck out her tongue as I released her. Jasper took the suitcase to the chair, and Edward packed it while Carlisle inserted the syringe into Charlie's IV bag. The clear liquid funneled its way down the tube, and I hoped moving my father was the right decision.

"It will be fine." Edward slipped his arms around my waist. "Charlie will like waking up in his own room."

"I thought you couldn't read my mind."

"No." He kissed the top of my head. "But your face is an open book. That's one of the first things you ever told me about yourself."

I turned in his arms to face him, and his eyes darkened as he looked down at me.

"My face is so easy to read," he quoted. "My mother always calls me her open book."

My cheeks flushed. "I can't believe you remember that."

"Even without my perfect memory, I would remember every sound that ever passed your lips. Every word, every syllable, every sigh."

I leaned up as he leaned down, meeting his lips with a sweet kiss. I knew we weren't alone in the room and couldn't bring myself to care.

I heard Carlisle set down the syringe, amusement in his voice when he spoke. "I'll take out the IV in thirty minutes, and we can go."

"Mmm-hmmm," I murmured against Edward's mouth.

"We'll head downstairs," Alice said.

"Quickly, before we have a repeat of what happened in the Range," Jasper groused, and his tone made me chuckle.

"Was it really so bad?" Alice asked archly.

"Kissing you is my life's pleasure, ma'am." He touched his lips to her forehead as proof. "But I'd rather do so without an audience."

"I greatly enjoyed my time in the Range," Carlisle winked as he passed them. "Esme and I might have to ride with Edward and Bella more often! Jasper, you can come too, to spread the love around."

Edward, Alice, and I laughed at Jasper's shock as Carlisle walked out of the room.

—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—o—

Rosalie and Emmett were gone by the time we came downstairs, but Esme assured me Rosalie was on the mend. It was strange to think Rosalie feared me for any reason, and her need for my forgiveness only cemented our closeness. She really was the big sister I never knew I needed, and I would do whatever was necessary to move us past this awkwardness.

As the Denali clan wasn't ready to return to Alaska, they were holding down the fort while we caravanned to Charlie's place. Carlisle and Jasper were in the backseat of the Range keeping vigil over Charlie while Alice and Esme followed us in the Volvo. Edward offered to let me drive to keep me from worrying too much, but I was far too wired to be trusted behind the wheel of a massive SUV.

Upon arrival, Carlisle settled Charlie in his room and joined his wife and youngest children downstairs. Edward brought one of the kitchen chairs to my father's bedside, and I plopped myself in it, grateful he chose the one with the thickest padding.

"Shall I stay?"

My heart screamed "yes," but I shook my head. "Without knowing his state of mind…"

"We cannot be sure I will hear his mind before he awakens," he said with resignation. "And little good would come of him finding me in his room."

I lifted my hand searching for his touch, and he wound his cool fingers in mine, pressing a lingering kiss to my palm. The feel of his lips against my skin sent a soothing shiver down my arm. "Stay close," I whispered.

I felt his nod against my hand. "I'll be right outside."

He released my hand, and I brought it to rest on my father's bed. The soft click of the door signaled Edward's exit and the beginning of the longest night of my life. Charlie's old-fashioned alarm clock revealed it was almost two in the morning, and I prepared to count the ticks of the second-hand to pass the time.

What was that saying about the best-laid plans?

To my own credit, I made it to three-thirty before my eyes started to droop. Edward brought my pillow from my old room when he heard the change in my breathing, reminding me that Carlisle's sedative would keep Charlie under for at least another five hours. Asking Edward to wake me no later than nine, I tucked my pillow beside my father's hip and was asleep within minutes.

The next thing I knew, a lazy hand was stroking my hair. I started to ask Edward why his hand was so warm then realized that based on where I'd fallen asleep, the hand had to be above me in the middle of the bed.

Which could only mean one thing.

Wiping my mouth with my free hand, I lifted my head and found myself looking into the tired brown eyes of my father.

"Dad?" I croaked.

He smiled faintly, his hand resting against my cheek. "Hey, you."

"Oh, Dad!" I climbed onto the bed, throwing my arms around his prostrate form. "Dad…"

His hand made its way to my back, patting me softly. "I'm here, Bells. I'm right here."

I let my emotions overtake me and wept into Charlie's neck. There were memories to uncover and decisions to make, but in that moment, I was overwhelmed with gratitude that my father was alive and well.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, drying my face with my sleeve.

"Don't apologize," he said. "I'm just as happy to see you."

I moved to climb off the bed, but Charlie sat up and grabbed my hand. "Don't leave yet. Please."

The fear in his voice made me stay put. He settled himself in the center of the bed, and I positioned myself on his left side, our hands clasped together as we leaned against the pillows. "How are you feeling?"

Charlie winced as he swallowed, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket before he could reply. "I'll ask Edward to bring you something to drink."

"Don't we have juice downstairs?"

"Edward's here, Dad." I sent the text message to keep up appearances, knowing Edward heard me make the offer.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised," Charlie muttered.

He didn't sound too pleased either. "Do you need anything else?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

His wary eyes met mine. "On whether you can explain some things to me."

My gulp was audible as I scrambled for a plan. "Maybe Carlisle should come up. He could probably help you more than I could."

"He's here too?"

"Everyone's here but Rose and Emmett. They'll come by later."

He seemed to expect that, and for the first time, I wished I could read his mind. "I don't need the doctor just yet."

My phone buzzed just as I opened my mouth again.

I can't get a read on Charlie yet, so I have no idea what he's thinking. If he questions you, follow your instincts and we'll back up whatever you tell him. Alice says this conversation ends well, so do not worry. We trust you, and so does Charlie.

I ignored the flare of anxiety inspired by the first half of the message and focused on the last part. Between the lot of us, we'd figured this thing out, no matter what Charlie remembered or thought.

And tell him I asked if he wanted apple or cranberry juice. xo

"Edward's asking if you want apple or cranberry juice."

Charlie frowned. "Could you have Jasper bring me some water? There's a new pitcher in the fridge."

I hid my surprise as I texted his preferences.

"You're tense," Charlie explained as I laid my phone on the bed. "Edward wouldn't leave if he saw you like that, and I'm not ready to share you. Not when he gets to keep you forever."

That eerie double meaning clouded his words again, and I fought the urge to stare at him.

We sat in silence until Jasper knocked and entered. He handed Charlie the glass and accepted his thanks with a respectful nod. I caught my brother's eye, looking for a clue, but a tense glance was all I got before he quit the room.

Way to use your gift, bro.

I forced my attention back to Charlie, determined to stay positive. "Better?" I asked after a few sips.

"Somewhat." Charlie set his glass beside the alarm clock. "How much do you know?"

"About what?"

"About what happened to me."

"Not as much as you do."

"No," he said slowly. "Probably not."

It was my turn to speak, but I waited him out. And after a long, taut silence, Charlie whispered, "I saw things."

My voice was just as quiet. "You saw things?"

"I saw things. Heard and felt things that will probably give me nightmares for the rest of my life."

I wanted so badly to know what he meant, to get as much information as his memory could spare. But again it felt safer to say nothing.

"Some things were too strange to dwell on, but others seemed oddly familiar."

Again, I waited, anticipating the boom.

"Did you know?" I could barely hear him now. "Did you know about these things?"

Though I expected such a question, I was still terrified to answer."Yes."

"Do the Cullens know about these things?"

"Yes."

His voice hardened. "So everything the good doc told me over dinner was bullshit?"

"He told you the truth, but only what you needed to know."

"So there's more?"

"If there was," I asked, "would you really want to know?"

"I…" Charlie shut his mouth, exhaling loudly through his nose. It was a low blow, playing on his aversion to being uncomfortable, but it was my best ally at the moment.

"No, I guess not," he said.

I tightened my grip on Charlie's hand as another span of silence passed between us, this one easier than the last.

"These other things," Charlie whispered. "Could they affect you?"

"In a way, they already do." I turned to face him. "But they could affect me even more in the future."

His eyes looked right through me. "You mean they will affect you more in the future."

I focused on his blanket again.

"Are you in danger?" he pressed. "I mean, could these things harm you in some way?"

"No more than usual," I half-smiled. "And in some ways, they will keep me safe."

He heard the "but" in my tone. "Go on."

I looked him square in the eyes, begging him to understand. "But if you speak about these things to anyone, no matter how vaguely, we could all die."

He shuddered at my seriousness, looking away. "This is why I've felt you slipping away, isn't it? Why your wedding seemed more like an end than a beginning?"

I nodded again, stunned by his perceptiveness.

"When?"

"Right after graduation."

"Graduation?" he cried. "But that's… that's six months away! Does it have to be that soon?"

I nodded again, nearly biting a hole in my lip to keep from crying.

"Damn it all," he muttered. "Will I… will I see you again?"

I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand. "I don't… um…"

"You can see her," Edward said gently as he stood in the doorway. Charlie motioned for him to enter, and he continued. "As long as we meet away from Forks and you never tell anyone where she is, you can see her."

I looked up at Edward in shock and wariness. It was one thing to promise me I could see Charlie. But to promise Charlie in a short-term effort to calm him?

What in the world was he thinking?

"Do you swear it?" my father asked Edward.

Edward reached for my left hand and laid it against his silent chest. "On my life and love for your daughter, I swear you will not lose her."

I blinked back tears at Edward's sincerity, unable to look at either one of them. One was making a promise he couldn't keep, and the other was clinging to a dream he would never see realized, both in the name of loving me.

After the week I'd had, it was too much to take.

"Thank you, son," Charlie said gruffly. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Edward kissed the hand he was holding and bowed to my father. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Could you send up Carlisle when I'm finished with Bella?" Charlie called out. "I've got some questions only he can answer."

"Of course." Edward flashed me a smile as he turned to close the door, and my heart nearly shattered at the sight of his confidence. Feeling Charlie's eyes on me again, I borrowed my husband's faith and smiled.

My dad wasn't fooled in the least. "What's wrong?"

I skipped to the second item on my list. "I don't like the idea of you inconveniencing yourself to see me."

"Inconveniencing myself?" Charlie's eyes were angry as he shook his head. "I almost died, Bells. Did you know that? I almost lost my life sometime in the past however many days have passed since I fell asleep. And do you know why? Because as I sat in that cold, dank cave, I remembered that I didn't dance with my daughter at her wedding reception."

He dragged a weary hand down his face. "What almost killed me wasn't the fear, wasn't the loneliness, wasn't that scary broad with the crazy red hair. It was knowing I missed a once-in-a-lifetime moment with you because I was too emotional and selfish to get out of my damn chair. And as I laid there begging God to save me, I swore to Him that if I survived, I wouldn't waste another moment of whatever time I had left. Bella, you are the miracle of my life, the best thing I ever did with it. So if I have to meet you in disguise or in the middle of the night in a dark alley once every few years, I will do whatever it takes as long as it means I don't have to lose you."

"You will never lose me, dad. I promise."

Charlie pulled me closer, and I laid my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my arm. The angle was awkward and I had a cramp in my leg, but I was too relieved to care. Whatever it took, I would find a way to keep Charlie in my life.

After a while, Charlie patted my arm. "I need a few moments alone."

"Right." I scooted off the bed. "I'll send up Carlisle in five minutes."

"Make it ten," he groaned as he pulled back the blanket. "I don't want to rush."

I leaned down to kiss his cheek. "I love you, dad."

"Not as much as I love you, kiddo."

I grabbed my phone and headed for the door. When I closed it behind me, Edward swept me up in his arms and carried me to my room, not stopping until we were curled up on my bed with my comforter around us. Locked in the safety of Edward's embrace, I laid my head against his chest and let the tears overtake me once more. But this time, they were tears of joy. Pure, boundless joy.

So Charlie's awake! HOORAY!

I wanted to accomplish much more in this chapter, but Edward and Bella wouldn't cooperate. And then Rosalie had her unexpected moment of crisis, so we've only just begun dealing with Charlie waking up. What do you think so far?

Based on what I didn't get to—and some plot bunnies that keep having babies—this is NOT the last chapter. At this rate, there are at least two more, not including whatever I decide for the end. I've got all these ideas churning in my head and want to include them all, so I hope y'all are still enjoying the ride because it's not quite over yet!

On that note…

If there's anything you'd like to see addressed/clarified before the story's end, let me know. I've got my list of loose ends, but you guys may see things I don't, and I would hate to leave any issues unaddressed/unresolved.

A few Favorite Recs before I go (in ABC order):

"Family Therapy Cullen Style" by vjgm. Carlisle is tired of the six kids fighting all the time, so he sends the five vamps and one human to therapy. It's HILARIOUS!

"I Hope You Dance" by Lissa Bryan. Lovely, romantic AH one-shot about Bella taking dance lessons with our favorite bronze-haired instructor. Yes, indeed!

"I'm Not Falling for You" by ronOreds. Bella gets picked to be on a reality dating show. Will she find true love? And with whom?

"It Shouldn't Happen to a Cow" by jmolly. An o/s outtake from her "Cats and Dogs" fic that stands alone as a great AH story about Clarence the Cow's take on Bella and Edward's wedding. Funny + quirky + touching = Jmolly at her best

"Meyer University," by Sh.C. AH. Bella meets the Cullens and Hales at college and discovers life-changing secrets about her family's past. There is romance, suspense, healing, fun, and one of my favorite Emmetts in the fandom.

See you soon, dear readers! xoxo