Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer (though I look just like her ;-)); I didn't write and don't own the 'Twilight' series. However, I did write the story below, so the basic ideas and characters are no credit to me and the nonsense is all my fault.

"Bella, it's Edward, who else would it be?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Well, come in then. Why would you knock on your own bedroom door?"

"I didn't want to walk in on you changing," he said, walking in, "here," he held the crop out to me, as if he thought it might bite him, "please take it."

I laughed, "what is with you and that thing?" I asked, "it couldn't hurt you; all it did was make a loud noise." I took it from him anyway, and turned it over in my hands a few times. I was fiddling with it, until I noticed that Edward was eyeing me nervously again. "Does the noise hurt your head?" I asked, since that was the only explanation that I'd come up with for his obvious fear of something that he could easily snap between his fingers.

He shrugged, "something like that," he said.

Well, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. So I tucked the riding crop away in the bag and pushed the bag back under the bed.

"Are you going to leave it there?" Edward asked, he was crazy about that thing. Maybe he should see someone. A fear of riding crops is kind of weird. Is there even a name for that? I know that there are names for loads of fears, I have Aichmophobia (fear of needles) and I think that I'm developing Ereuthrophobia (fear of blushing) but what about riding crops? There's a word for the fear of horses (Equinophobia), but surely not for the fear of short sticks that are used to control horses. My mind wandered for so long, as I tried to think of the word for Edward's little problem, that he asked me "what are you thinking?"

I giggled, "I was wondering if there was a word for this phobia of yours," I told him.

"Rhabdophobia" he said so quickly that I wasn't quite sure I heard correctly. "They're back."

"Maybe you should see someone," I said, "I guess that therapy isn't really an option for vampires. Unless there's a vampire therapist. Actually, you know who would be a really great therapist? Jasper. You should talk to Jasper."

He stared at me, as though I'd suddenly started talking a new language that he didn't understand, "my family are back," he repeated, "do you want to hear what happened?"

"Sure, what happened?" I wondered why I was sounding so flippant. I guess it was because this wasn't exactly the first time that I'd been hunted by a homicidal vampire. After a while, it starts to get a bit samey. Either that, or I had been through so much over the last few months that I was starting to lose my mind. I really hoped that it was the 'samey' thing.

"I can't tell you," he said, "I wasn't there."

"I know that," I sighed an exasperated sigh at him, "but you can read their minds, so surely you can tell me what they're thinking."

"Right now, Alice is pleased that you put on the dress and everyone else is wondering why you want me to go into therapy," he said angrily, "please can we go downstairs and change the topic of conversation?"

I let him take my hand and we walked downstairs together. Since we were walking and he wasn't carrying me at break-neck (mine, not his) speed, I had time to ask him "I'm not as scared as I should be right now; do you think that I'm going crazy? Maybe we should both go into therapy with Jasper."

"You're not crazy," he said, pulling me against his side, "and Jasper isn't the ideal therapist for either of us."

"Why not?" Jasper said, suddenly appearing at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm a qualified psychiatrist."

"A psychiatrist is just someone who pretends to be a doctor," Rosalie called from inside the lounge.

"Not again," Esme said, "we are not having this fight today. Everyone has a very nice collection of degrees . . ."

"Some of us have more than others," Edward whispered to me.

Esme continued, "and I am very proud of all of you."

"But most proud of those with the most degrees," Edward whispered again.

Esme finished "We are not going to discuss this. Understood?"

There was a chorus of 'yes, Esme's from the hall and the lounge.

"Rosalie, don't pick fights with your brother. Jasper, that last remark was uncalled for. And, I heard you whispering, Edward Cullen," Esme said again.

Edward scowled, "sorry, Esme." He said, before muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'stupid weak human hearing, can't whisper to my own girlfriend'.

We walked into the lounge and Esme glared at Edward, Jasper and Rosalie "I know that you're all worried, but, the way that you deal with stress is childish. Stop winding each other up" she said. They all sighed.

"Right," Carlisle said, "we need to fill you in on exactly what happened. Jasper finally caught her scent about two hours ago, we tracked her – with difficulty – and we eventually caught up with her thirty meters south of that cave where Emmett found the bear family last year."

All the family nodded, of course they all knew precisely where that was. It didn't make much difference to me. Even if Carlisle had drawn a map I probably wouldn't have known where he meant. My memory just wasn't good enough for me to know every little bit of the local terrain.

"We tried to surround her, of course," Carlisle continued, "but she somehow got past us, and we ended up chasing after her instead. She ran north-east. We almost caught her, but she crossed the Quileute border. Emmett was so involved in the chase that he stepped over the border."

I gasped, but nobody else seemed at all concerned, and Edward looked a bit bored. I guess he must have heard it all in his family's minds by now. If they weren't worried did that mean that they'd beaten the wolves, or did it mean that the wolves hadn't noticed their slip?

"The Pack was also trying to track Victoria," Carlisle continued, dashing my hope of a safe story in which nobody I loved got hurt, "when Emmett crossed the line, one of the wolves went for him." Oh, no, this was the worst thing possible. All the Cullens were here, safe, but what about the wolves? "Rosalie stepped in to defend Emmett. The wolves crowded around to defend their pack mate. Jasper managed to calm them down enough for me to apologise. Without Edward we couldn't hear what they were saying, but they stopped attacking us and we remained on our side of the line. Victoria had disappeared in the fuss and we couldn't pick up her scent again. Alice doesn't see her coming back for a while, so it's possible that we scared her away for now. We'll just have to go back to guarding Bella and looking for Victoria."

"I'd be able to see better if it wasn't for the wolves' involvement" Alice complained.

"But, with the wolves around, your gift is useless," Edward said.

Jasper glared at him "remember your manners," he said stiffly.

Edward frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "please accept my apologies, Alice, I only meant to share your frustration."

Alice nodded.

"Everyone's annoyed about this," Jasper said, "and everyone's worried about Bella. We'll all have to try and stay calm."

"Of course," Edward said, "I am sorry. Do you think it will be necessary to approach the wolves formally to discuss the breach of the treaty?"

"They want to catch Victoria too," Emmett moaned, "surely they understand that in the thrill of the chase . . ."

"Nobody blames you, babe," Rose said, giving Emmett a kiss on the cheek.

Carlisle shrugged, "they seemed to calm down," he said, "but, Jasper was helping with that. Perhaps we should wait and let them make the first move."

Jasper shook his head, "if they consider the treaty to be void, then we should attack first."

I clutched on to Edward's arm, too afraid to speak out. Edward looked at me and took in my terror. Frowning as though he didn't really believe in what he was saying, he said, "do we want to attack the wolves now? Don't we want everyone available to protect Bella and hunt Victoria? It's better not to open another front."

"They may not consider the treaty to be void," Carlisle agreed, "we don't want to fight unless we have to."

"But, if we have to," Jasper continued "we want to win decisively."

There was silence, as everyone weighed up the options.

Then Emmett offered his opinion, "I would really like a crack at that big grey one," he said, "it looked like it was itching for a fight."

"Maybe," Carlisle said, "but the leader held him back. I don't think that he wants this to develop into a fight with us, not right now."

Jasper nodded, "that's true," he said, "I didn't sense the leader wanting to fight us. He was definitely committed to focusing on Victoria for now. If their discipline is good, then we have nothing to fear."

"There won't be a renegade wolf," I said, "they have to obey the Alpha's commands, Jake told me. When he first became a werewolf, he wanted to tell me, but Sam told him not to and, since it was an Alpha command, Jake couldn't tell me. When he tried he just couldn't speak. If Sam tells them not to attack you, then none of them will be able to."

A strange smile appeared on Jasper's face, he looked wistful for a moment, "literally unable to disobey," he mused, "that's very interesting."

"You can't command a wolf army," Emmett told him, "they want to kill you, not follow you."

Jasper sighed, "true," he said, "for now. Very well, I think that we should go with Carlisle's intuition and wait and see. But, we should all be alert for any moves at all on the part of the Pack."

They all nodded. It was funny to think that Jasper envied Sam the ease of commanding his troops. It didn't seem to me as though the Cullens bickered all that much. But, I suppose in the middle of a battle it must be handy to have everyone thinking with one mind.

Once they'd agreed that they weren't going to launch an attack on the local werewolves, all the Cullens seemed to relax a bit more. Esme and Carlisle excused themselves without really explaining where they were going. Their leaving marked a shift in the Cullen's mood. Once again, the siblings became playful, beginning with the puck-like Alice.

"So," Alice said winking at me, "how was your day, Edward and Bella?"

Rose's head snapped over to look at us, and she looked, for once, just as excited as Alice. Like a real teenager, she leaned forward to help the gossip travel faster from my mouth to her ears. Edward groaned quietly and bent his head down to my shoulder so that his sisters couldn't see his face.

"It was fun," I said, "I like having a bit of private time with Edward," I put a lot of emphasis on the word 'private' and the girls seemed to get the hint.

Rose sighed, realising that I had no intention of sharing the details of what Edward and I had been doing. But Alice, suddenly began to laugh.

Edward glared at Alice and said, "no, come on, that isn't even fair. Bella, let's go," he grabbed me and pulled me off the ground in his hurry to get me out of the lounge. He was nowhere near quick enough. I slow him down so much.

Emmett stood in the doorway and blocked our exit. I saw Edward eyeing up the window, but I think he decided that it was too risky to attempt to scale his house with me in tow.

"What's the rush?" Emmett said, "stay and talk with us for a bit."

Edward growled under his breath, but he took me over to a couch and we sat back down.

"What shall we talk about?" Emmett mused. I noticed that Edward tensed up, Alice started giggling uncontrollably, Rose and Jasper looked as confused as I did.

"What's so funny?" Rose asked, elbowing Emmett in the ribs.

"This," Emmett said, pulling a little yellow disc out of his pocket.

Rose laughed then, and so did Jasper. They looked at me. Edward groaned again.

I thought quickly. He hadn't actually asked me the secret yet. If I could just get Emmett to ask about something else, then I could keep what we'd done today just between us (well, us and Rose and Alice, but that's pretty discrete for the Cullens). "Where did you get that from?" I asked.

"We played a second game after you'd left," Emmett explained.

Typical, stupid, gambling, insomniac vampires.

Suddenly, I had a thought, "Oh, no," I whispered to Edward, knowing perfectly well that everyone could hear, but hoping that they wouldn't realise that I knew, "what if he asks me what your nickname is for me, or what mine is for you? I don't want your family to know that."

"Ssh," Edward said, glaring at me, pretending to be cross. 'Vam-pire hear-ring' he mouthed.

"What?" I said, "what about ear-rings?"

Edward was really struggling not to laugh now, "I said 'vampire hearing'" he told me at a normal volume, with a huge sigh, "I was attempting to discretely warn you that Emmett could hear when you whisper to me. Obviously, I failed on the discrete part."

I blushed bright red.

Everyone laughed.

"No," Emmett said, "it wouldn't be fair to take advantage of you, Bella. Though, I must admit, I am now rather curious. What is your nickname for Eddie?"

"A secret," I told him, wondering what on earth I was going to say if he did ask me. Edward looked as though he was wondering exactly the same thing.

"Yes, Bella, but I have the secret chip," Emmett said proudly.

"It only buys you one secret," I reminded him. "If you want to know, you'll have to hand it over."

Emmett smirked at Edward, who rolled his eyes. Then Emmett handed me the chip. "Spill," he said.

Everyone turned to look at me, especially Edward, who was now eager to discover his new nickname. "Um . . ." anything's better than telling them what we did today, I reminded myself. "Um . . . my nickname for Edward, um . . . it's very embarrassing . . . it's . . . um . . ."

"Um?" Emmett teased me, "that is an embarrassing nickname. Is he really that boring?"

"Maybe that's not how you say it," Rose broke in, "maybe it's meant to be pronounced more like 'Mmmmm'." Rosalie managed to make it sound incredibly sexy, as though she was licking rich chocolate ice-cream from a long-handled spoon on a sinfully hot day. She leant over to Emmett and licked her lips. Then she gave him a slow, sensuous kiss, "mmmmm" she said again.

"Is that it?" Emmett asked me, when he'd shaken his head and brought himself back into the present.

I looked at Edward, who was wide-eyed and panicked, he shook his head quickly, that was definitely not his new nickname. Shame, it kind of suited him. "No," I told Emmett, "I'm just nervous. Edward's nickname is . . ." think of a name, think of a name, think of a name that isn't Edward, "Jake." It was the first word that came into my head. It was very, very much the wrong choice.

Edward looked livid.

Emmett looked delighted.

Jasper, Alice and Rosalie just collapsed in laughter.

"Don't be mad, Eddie," Emmett said, "Bella had to tell us, it's how the game goes. So, Jake, you've got to tell us your nickname for Bella now. It's the only way to even things up."

I thought that he was going to refuse. Surely he could say that his nickname for me was a secret, just as I'd said my nickname for him was. But, Edward was furious with me. Of all the possible things that I could have called him, why on earth had I chosen 'Jake'? The truth was that I'd panicked and I did think about Edward and Jake a lot, so I guess it made sense that the two names were connected in my mind. But, oh, Edward was never going to forgive me for this.

His siblings were still laughing, Alice just couldn't stop. I hoped that she wasn't seeing more fun and games involving Edward's new nickname. I wished the ground would swallow me up. Emmett was laughing too now. The only people who weren't laughing were me and Edward. I was pretty scared and Edward, oh dear, Edward was smirking at me.

"Lunch," he said, with an evil grin.

"No," Rosalie told him, "it's four in the afternoon. Surely Bella had lunch hours ago."

"You can't distract us that easily," Emmett said, "you have to answer."

"I did answer," Edward replied, "I like to call Bella 'Lunch', because one of these days, that's what she's going to be." He grinned at me wickedly.

His family started laughing again. They thought that was hilarious. I got up off the sofa and backed away. Had Edward really just said that he was going to eat me? He didn't joke about being a vampire.

"You're going to eat me?" I asked him, still walking backwards, putting a chair between me and Edward.

He grinned and shook his head, "of course not, silly Bella, I'm going to drink you." He leapt up over the chair and pounced on me.

I screamed.

Edward laughed; he was holding me in his arms and kissing my neck.

The rest of his family were roaring with laughter.

"Since it is four o'clock, Jake," Alice said, "I think that you'd better change her nickname to tea-time. If you drink Bella now, you'll be having her for tea not lunch."

I growled at him, "pouncing on people and pretending to drink their blood isn't funny," I said.

He sighed, "it's no good, Bella, I don't laugh at your jokes and you don't laugh at mine. Perhaps were comedically incompatible."

He carried me back to the couch and we snuggled back together. Then he hissed. I looked around trying to work out what was happening.

Alice held her hands out in surrender, "I didn't do it," she said, "you can't blame me for seeing things."

"Edward," Jasper warned.

He ignored his big brother and continued to glare at Alice.

"Don't shoot the messenger," she said.

"What did you see, anyway," Jasper asked, "Victoria?"

Alice shook her head, "nothing like that" she said, "just this" she nodded at Emmett who was holding yet another yellow disc in his hand.

Jasper glared at Edward "you need to learn better emotional control," he said.

Edward sighed, "probably," he acknowledged.

"I don't get it," I said, "what's Jasper annoyed about?"

Emmett stared at me, "you didn't hear what Jake just said to Alice?" he asked.

I shook my head.

Emmett thought about this for a bit, "so, do you only hear about half of the conversation all the time?" he asked, "Eddie, I think that your human is faulty."

"Her hearing is within the normal human range," Edward said stiffly, "but she can't hear when we talk too fast or too high. She misses everything above 18,000hertz."

"Shouldn't she be able to hear up to 20,000hertz?" Rose asked.

Edward shrugged, "as I said, it's within the normal human range."

"Are you saying that there's something wrong with my hearing?" I asked him, "that, even for a human, I have a rubbish range?"

There was a pause, then Emmett said, "Jake, Bella wouldn't have been able to hear that."

I glared at him, "stop it," I said, "no deliberately talking too high for me to hear, nor too low, nor too quietly, nor too fast. Just talk so that I can hear you, is that too much to ask?"

I must have sounded pretty cross because Edward hung his head and said, "no, Bella. I'm sorry."

"So," I said, "catch me up. What did you say to Alice and what did you just say to Emmett?"

Edward sighed, "I said to Alice 'you've got to be kidding, do you plan new ways to irritate me, or does it come naturally?'"

"That wasn't very nice," I told him.

"Yes, I know, that's why Jasper told me off and made me apologise. Though I would have apologised anyway. I know better than to be rude to a lady."

"And what did you say to Emmett?"

"I just asked everyone to stop going on about your hearing, because I didn't want you to get self-conscious" he said.

"Oh, well, at least that wasn't mean."

Edward narrowed his eyes, but his siblings all laughed.

"Ah," I said, realising what they thought, "I don't think that you're usually mean. It's just that often when you've tried to stop me hearing something it's because it wasn't very nice."

"I will endeavour to improve my manners," Edward said formally.

Emmett sniggered, "shall we get back to the secrets, before Jake gets himself into any more trouble with his dinner?"

"I think that those were meant to be private nicknames," Rose said reprovingly, "I don't think that they wanted you to use them, Emmett."

"Ah," he said, "but if I use their secret nicknames, then Jake and Lunch will have to come up with new secret nicknames for one another and we can have more fun one day finding out what those new nicknames are. I'm thinking ahead, babe."

"Well," Rose said, "think about this: if you keep calling Edward and Bella stupid names, I will tell everyone what you begged me to call you the other night."

Emmett spluttered, "alright, Rose, I was only messing about. On to the secrets. Before we got distracted – and I'm not saying that it wasn't a good distraction, because it really, really was – I was going to ask you a different secret, Bella. Luckily, I still have another chip, so I can ask you a second secret and we won't lose out. Bella, what did you and Edward do today?"

Think fast, Bella! Think of something a lot better than calling your boyfriend by the name of his mortal enemy.

I grabbed the chip out of Emmett's hand and put it safely away in my pocket. "I taught Edward to cook" I said, "it turns out that he's a very good pupil."

Emmett scowled, "that was rubbish," he said, "I thought from Eddie's face that it had been something really raunchy. I can't believe that you just cooked together. Wow, you are the worst couple ever, do you even know what sex is?"

"Emmett!" Alice, Rose, Jasper and Edward all shouted at once.

But I grinned, I was feeling on top of this conversation, "no more chips, Emmett," I told him, "that means no more answers. And, since it is nearly half past four, I'm going to take Edward into the kitchen and show him how to make me dinner."

Edward held my hand as we went into the kitchen. "The new Bella holds her own against Emmett," he said, "I'm impressed. So, what am I cooking?" he asked.

I giggled at his enthusiasm, "we're cooking a stir-fry with cous-cous," I told him, "it's a vampire-style meal. Lots of fine chopping and then very quick cooking. Apart from the boiling-hot oil, which will probably make you demand that I put on a haz-mat suit, I think that you'll like this recipe."

He was an amazingly fast and accurate chopper. Watching him made me wince because I knew that if I had tried to cut at even half his speed I would have been stir-frying my own finger-tips. He was very happy at my impressed expression. I think that he would have liked to chop a lot more than I wanted him to. He only stopped when I told him that, if he insisted on preparing more food than I could eat, I would insist that he ate it so that it didn't go to waste. I have never seen anyone that averse to eating vegetables. He really is a terrible vegetarian.

He adored cooking the cous-cous He had felt that eggs and pasta cooked unpardonably slowly and was irritated by my insistence that more heat would ruin the food rather than cooking it faster. I think that he would have been happy to throw some meat onto a fire and then ask me to eat the burnt crisps. Cous-cous cooked at a speed that he was much more comfortable with. He approved of me eating this sort of food.

Cooking the stir-fry was, as I had predicted, a little bit more stressful. We had to light the gas hob again and Edward was still very unhappy about seeing me too near a lit hob. I tried to convince him that: a) ovens are perfectly safe, b) I've been using a gas hob since I was 8 and I know what I'm doing and c) he is just as vulnerable to fire as I am. But, he still wanted to stand between me and the hob.

When I told him how to heat the oil and then toss the vegetables, he was appalled. He didn't mind doing it, of course, but he didn't think that it was the sort of thing that I ought to do, ever. He brought the pan over for me to taste and then he announced that he would remember the exact scent and he would make me stir-fry whenever I wanted so I never needed to 'risk my life' cooking it again.

He was still arguing that cookery was too dangerous, when I was finally sat down and eating. Rosalie called out from the lounge, "overprotective much, Edward? How would you like it if Bella announced that it was too dangerous for you to hunt lions and she didn't want you going after anything more dangerous that a small doe?"

Edward looked at me curiously, "does the danger make your food taste better?"

I laughed at him, "it's not dangerous," I said, "but, yes, stir-fry is tasty."

"Oh," he looked down at the table and thought this new angle through, "have you ever been injured by stir-frying?"

Relieved, I shook my head. Thank goodness he hadn't asked me if I'd ever been injured by an oven. If I told him the number of burns I'd acquired, he would probably insist that I switched to a raw food diet. "Has your food ever bitten back; have you ever been attacked by a mountain lion?" I asked.

Edward narrowed his eyes, "does that matter?" he said, "I thought that we were talking about cooking."

"We are," I said, "your way of cooking as well as mine. Have you?"

"When I was younger," he said, "and I wasn't such an experienced fighter, some of the bigger predators occasionally bit me or scratched me. But, my skin is tough. They've destroyed my clothes and I once lost a finger, but clothes don't count and my fingers reattach."

"Which one?" I asked, looking at his perfect hands.

He grinned at me and held out his right hand. He indicated his third finger. I picked up his hand and kissed it. I covered his finger in kisses, examining it minutely. It was cool and smooth and perfect from the wrist to the end of his nails. "Are you sure it was this one?" I asked, "there's no sign of any injury at all."

Edward chuckled lightly, "the only thing that scars is a bite from another vampire," he said, "if I lose a finger or even a limb, it will reattach and look as good as new relatively quickly."

"The wolves heal fast too," I said, "um . . . does it still hurt?"

Edward nodded, "yeah, it definitely hurts," he said, "why, were you hoping for a demonstration?"

Instantly Emmett was in the doorway; sometimes the Cullens moved around so quickly it was like living in a movie with no continuity editor. "Cool," he said, "are we going to make an Edward jigsaw?"

"No!" Esme called, from somewhere in the house, "we are not."

"Yuk!" I said, "you know that I'm squeamish. I can't think of anything more horrible that seeing you pulling off your fingers. Please can we not talk about it while I'm eating?"

Emmett seemed even more amused by that, "do you get more squeamish when you eat, Bella?" he asked, "that is going to be a serious problem when you start your new diet."

"It's a human thing," Edward said, "all humans get nauseous around blood and injuries. If you talk about removing limbs or open-heart surgery while they're eating, it makes them feel ill. Sometimes it makes them actually vomit," he sounded perfectly happy to be educating Emmett on the strange eating habits of humans.

I groaned and reminded him, "there's a human eating right here, Edward, and I can hear you."

He sighed, "sorry, Bella. I'm still getting accustomed to always speaking at a Bella-audible volume. I'll have to think more carefully about when I say things. Why are you still here, Emmett?"

"Well, I was hoping that you would make Bella throw up, but now that you've stopped trying to do that, I'm hoping that she'll finish eating soon, so that I can rip your legs off."

"Alright," I pushed my plate away, "now I'm thinking of something more horrible that Edward tearing his fingers off. I can't eat any more."

"May I wash-up?" Edward asked eagerly.

I sighed, "of course you may. But, you must keep all your appendages attached, alright?"

"Of course, Bella."

He cheerfully got on with his new favourite chore, pausing a couple of times to step out of Emmett's way. Emmett had decided that his new aim for the evening was to give me a demonstration of the vampire-healing trick.

When Edward successfully side-stepped Emmett's third attack, Emmett tried a new tactic. "Jasper!" he shouted, loudly enough to wake the dead, "will you help me attack Edward, or will you let me tear off one of your arms?"

"No," Jasper replied, appearing in the doorway, "I won't. I'll take Bella home, though. Esme and Alice are going to take the first guard shift, so I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Then I'll rip off one of your arms, if you're still eager to play."

Emmett growled playfully at his brother, "you know that would defeat the object, Jazz. The whole point is to show Bella what we can do. I'll show you tomorrow, Bella" he promised, lumbering off to the garage to find Rose.

"Say goodbye, Edward," Jasper said cheerfully.

"Goodbye, Edward," I said.

"Goodbye, Bella," he answered, "when will I see you tomorrow?"

"I'm seeing Jake in the morning," I said.

I instantly regretted it, from all over the house, I heard Edward's siblings chorus, "which one?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered, "sorry, Jake-Edward." He glared at me, "um . . . I'm seeing Jake-Jake tomorrow, so I'll call you later, if that's ok."

"Sure, sure," Edward said, and I wondered if he was copying Jake's phrasing deliberately, because of the whole nickname fiasco, or if he had just picked it up from me, in the same way that I'd picked it up from Jake-Jake. Either way, it was sweet when Edward said it. I stood up on my tip-toes to give him a kiss and he lifted me up to make it easier.

"Come on, Bella," Jasper said, "let's get Sally-Ann moving."

I giggled at him, waved one last goodbye to Edward and followed Jasper out the door.