Happy Speak Now Taylor's Version release day to all of my fellow Swifties. :)

Enjoy!

-CL

It's three days later when Dr. Corden decides to release Bella. "She'll have to check in with me weekly until I deem her mentally better," he whispers to me. "I've already told her so, but she's hesitant. Help convince her if you can. And watch her yourself-don't allow her to shut you out.

"I gave her generic medication to help with the depression, but next week I'll prescribe her specific medications," he says. He pats me on the shoulder. "Good luck. I really hope I don't see you two before next week."

I nod. "Thank you for everything, Dr. Corden. I'll make sure she comes next week."

"Take care of her, Maxon. She's very fragile right now."

I walk into Bella's room and find her standing in front of the opened window. She's changed out of her hospital gown and did her hair and presumably her makeup. Her dress hugs all of her curves and is a simple, flowy white with long sleeves to hide the stitches. There's a breeze that comes through and her hair and dress rise behind her, making her look ethereal. I clear my throat. "Are you ready to go, my dear?" I ask gently.

She turns to face me, and I swallow a gasp, taken aback. I don't know if it's because of the nutrients or the rest, but she looks like a goddess, with her hair even longer and hitting her ass. She even has her tiara on, thanks to America. She covers her body with her arms and tilts her face toward the ground. "Does it look bad? I told America this dress didn't look good on me. It's too form-fitting," she says tentatively.

I walk up to her and gently pull her arms away from her torso. She looks at me, fear in her eyes. "You look gorgeous, Bella." My eyes roam over her curves, accented by the dress. I lean in and kiss her forehead, trailing to her neck. She sighs and leans into my touch. I step back and look her in the eyes. "I love you, Bella Schreave. Don't ever do that to me again. I thought I lost you."

She looks me dead in the eyes, not breaking contact like I thought she would. "I don't know if I can do that, Maxon, but I'll try my best."

I inhale sharply, thrown off by her response. "Thank you, my dear," I whisper in her ear and press my lips to hers. She moans, pleased by my touch. I smile against her lips and break away. "Let's finish that in privacy, shall we?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Let's go," she whispers. She runs, pulling me with her. I smile, glad she has energy again. Her hair and dress fly out behind her and she looks at me over her shoulder, laughing. I guess the medication must be working. She opens the door and runs down the hall. She stops when Dr. Corden runs around the corner. "Thank you for everything, Doctor Corden," Bella says softly.

Dr. Corden's jaw drops, but he quickly recovers. "Bella, you look so different than before…I'm glad I could help. I'll be seeing you next week, don't forget."

Bella groans and nods. "I'll see you next week," she confirms. She smiles and grabs my hand again, already running. She leads me through the hospital's exit and practically prances up the stairs, hardly making any noise. She stops in front of the Queen Suite. "Have-have the guards been relieved of their duty?"

I shake my head. "They refused. They want you to tell them."

She lets go of my hand and opens the door. I reach to follow her, anxious that she's going to shut me out again. She turns around and faces me, her dress swirling. "I'll be just a minute, Maxon. I'm not shutting you out again."

I nod and breathe deeply, trying to calm my anxiety. "I trust you, Bella. I'll be waiting out here."

She smiles. "Thanks, Maxon," she whispers.

I decide to text America. Bella's out of the hospital.

America: When can I see her?

America: Should I tell Aspen, Marlee, and Carter?

Me: I'm hoping to spend tonight with her and try to see how she's doing. You can tell

them. Right now, she's really insecure and shy.

America: I'll see her tomorrow for lunch. You come, too.

Me: Yes, boss. See you tomorrow.

The door opens and Bella walks out, the guards following her. "Thank you for your help, Officers. I'll make sure you have a little extra in your paychecks."

They nod and walk away. Bella turns to me, her arms around her torso again. I gently pull her arms away. "It's ok, my dear. You're beautiful-don't hide it."

She ducks her head. "But-"

I lift up her head and place my finger on her lips. "Shh. No buts."

She nods. "Alright," she whispers.

I gesture to the King Suite door. "Shall we?"

She hesitates. "Maxon, I don't-I'm not what I used to look like."

"Do you think I care? You will always be beautiful, Bella. Please?"

She opens the door hesitantly and walks in slowly. I trap her in the doorway, pushing her into the doorframe. I lean against the doorframe and her breath hitches. I smile and bring my lips to hers. She hesitantly kisses me back, and my hands move to her ass. I squeeze it, and she opens her lips. I move my hands to her breasts and she moans. I take off her tiara and place it on a small table. I pick her up into my arms and close the door, our lips still intertwined. She undoes my tie, throwing it on the floor. We reach the bed and she pulls me onto her, unbuttoning my shirt hungrily, and tossing it to the ground. I move to find the zipper on her dress, but I'm met with nothing. I break away. "How do you take this thing off?" I growl.

She laughs. "I need to shimmy out of it."

She moves to get off the bed, but I pull her back. "Allow me," I say, already gently tugging at the dress. She helps me get her arms out. My lips trail the dress, starting at her collarbone to her toes. I toss the dress on the floor, looking at the lingerie that's now exposed. "You have another set?"

She nods, smiling slyly. "I have a stash."

"Where? I need to see them all."

"You'll have to be patient. You only get one set per night."

"Then I hope you don't plan on sleeping for the rest of the week." I see her hard peaks through the lingerie. I lean down and suck, making her gasp.

"Maxon-" Bella gasps. I smile and move to her lips. She runs her fingers through my hair, shifting her hips so she's against my hardening shaft. I moan and she takes the chance to flip us over, her on top of me. "It's my turn."