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Welcome Home

"Hi, Dad." I managed a smile, which I hoped looked contrite. I edgedinside past Charlie, my hands jammed in the pockets of my hoodie.

There wasn't enough room to shut the door behind me unless hemoved out of the way, and he didn't appear to have any intention of

doing that.

"You've been gone for five days and the best you can come up with

is 'Hi, Dad'?" The volume of his voice crept up with each word andthe flush I'd inherited from him spread over his face, turning his skin

a flattering shade of puce.

"I'm really sorry, Char Dad. I know Esme told you what happened

in L.A. When Alice turned up, I had to go - "


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"And you couldn't call me? Even when Edward was awake, you didn't

think to phone and let me know where the hell you were?"

I could do nothing but chew on my lower lip. I certainly couldn't

answer his questions. Well, Charlie, I was actually in Italy, stopping

my vampire boyfriend from committing suicide. Then we had sex.Lots of sex.

"Jesus, Bells, you were always such a responsible kid, but wheneverEdward Cullen comes into the picture you act like a completely

different person."

"This isn't his fault!"It's mine, for jumping off a cliff and making his

psychic sister think I'd killed myself.

Charlie gave me a level look, which didn't work too well with the

blazing color of his face, and I knew that despite Edward's 'brush

with death' Charlie wasn't ready to forgive him for leaving.

"Are you two back together?"

"Yes," I said defiantly.

He sighed heavily. "You know you're grounded, right?"

I expected nothing less. "For how long?" I tried not to sound too

petulant.

"Until I say otherwise."

I nodded and stood there shuffling my feet back and forth while theawkwardness built up. Charlie had never had occasion to discipline

me before, and no doubt Esme's visit had taken the wind out of his

sails. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, thought better ofit, and shut it again. I glanced at the clock Charlie probably hadn't

eaten yet, which wouldn't help his mood.

"Do you want me to make dinner?"

"There's no food in. I've been a little too busyto go grocery

shopping," he said pointedly. "But we can go to the diner."

It was the last thing I wanted to do when Edward was waiting forme upstairs, but I could hardly argue. I spun on my heel and trudged


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back down the steps, but instead of heading for the cruiser I made a

beeline for my truck. Being alone with a still-fuming Charlie would

not make for a pleasant ride.

Sitting in the cabin of my truck gave me a chance to take a deep

breath and calm myself. Charlie had the right to be angry, and itwasn't like I wouldn't be seeing a whole lot of Edward anyway, with

or without his knowledge. I gripped the steering wheel and the flash

of light on diamond caught my attention.

Crap, crap, crap. I'd gone in there wearing my engagement ring

when I had absolutely no intention if letting Charlie know about thatsituation. I doubted he'd spotted it, mainly because I'd had my

hands hidden for the whole conversation, but that was a close call. I

shimmied the ring off and stashed it safely away in my pocket.

When we reached the diner, Charlie's mood had turned morepensive. We only spoke to recite our usual orders to the waitress.While we ate, Charlie did the open-and-closing-his-mouth-like-a-goldfish thing again. He waited for me to finish my burger before

finally broaching whatever it was that was on his mind.

"I don't like it that you're back with Cullen, but I suppose I'm going

to have to tolerate it. What I like even less is the way you've hurt

Jacob."

My heart twisted in my chest. It was the first time I'd thought ofJake since setting out for Italy. I'd been utterly consumed with

thoughts of Edward, and then later with the real thing.

Charlie continued. "He's been a good friend to you, Bells. He's stuck

by you and he's good for you in a way Cullen isn't."

"Dad, I never saw Jake as anything more than a friend." It wasn't

strictly true, but I wasn't about to start delving into that now. "He

knows that."

"He looked like someone had kicked his puppy when you ran off. Idon't know why you can't give him a chance."

I threw down the fry I'd been picking apart. "Dad, I see Jake as a

friend and only as a friend. I love Edward. I'm with Edward, and

both of you are going to have to get used to that."


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The vein in Charlie's forehead started pulsing dangerously. He

stopped grinding his teeth long enough to speak.

"Edward isn't the only friendof yours that's been in the hospital

recently, and he's certainly not the only one that would have been

cheered up if you'd been at his bedside."

"What?" The blood in my veins froze. "Wh who?" But I already

knew the answer - it was what he'd been trying to tell me since I got

home.

"Jacob had an accident as well, the day after you left. He got

attacked by whatever's in the woods and he's only just left the clinic

on the res. I thought it might interest you, in passing."

"That's not fair!" I muttered, my words barely escaping, my throat

tight with impending tears. I was on the edge of hyperventilatingbecause I knew what was in the woods and I knew the wolves had

fought Victoria on the day Jake was injured. "You know I care about

Jake."

Charlie visibly softened. "He's back at home now, but he'll be

recovering for a few weeks."

"Can I go see him?"

"When?"

"Tonight," I pleaded.

He deliberated for a moment, but this was about Jacob. "Fine, you

can go. But you come straight back from La Push don't you think

you can use this as an excuse to go see Cullen and you'd better be

home before ten."

I was out of my seat and heading for the door before he'd finishedspeaking, mumbling my agreement over my shoulder. I ran to the

truck and when it was on the road I pushed it to its limit, wishing forthe first time that I had a faster vehicle.

My hands shook as I drove and guilt coursed through me in rhythmic

surges, like waves beating against the shore. I knew exactly whathad happened to Jake, and this was all my fault. He'd been injured in


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the fight with Victoria. She was only here for me and Jake had put

himself in harm's way to protect me.

Was he the only one? Had anyone else been hurt protecting me? The

Chevy's engine grumbled as I tried to push it to faster speeds.

Despite what Charlie had been told, was Jake going to be okay?

I was still shaking as I pulled up outside the little red house, still

carrying that sense of disconnection I'd felt in the airport. I'd beenhere not one week ago, and yet it felt like a completely different

lifetime. Everything had changed: I was healed emotionally, but my

best friend had earned new wounds in my place, and I hadn't

thought of him at all while I was gone.

For the second time today the door opened before I could reach for

it and a foreboding figure stood on the other side. This time it wasSam, his expression somber. If he was surprised to see me, it didn't

show, though his nose wrinkled for a second, and he stood aside to

let me pass without a word.

Jacob lay dozing on the couch, his body dominating the tiny living

space, covered with a threadbare patchwork quilt that barelystretched from his chest to his knees. He looked far from peaceful,

and the familiar warmth of his skin was bleached out, with even his

lips a washed-out pink.

Billy sat across the room and his eyes flashed to me, black and

accusing. "You're back."

"How is he?" I asked, keeping my voice down so as not to wake

Jake.

"He's healing," Billy replied curtly.

Sam continued where Billy seemed reluctant to. "He's in better

shape than the red-headed bloodsucker."

"Victoria's really dead?" I couldn't help the surge of hope inside me

at that thought. Sam shot me a surprised look.

"You know? How?"


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"Alice saw it. Or she thinks she saw it she has trouble with visions

that involve the pack." I didn't miss Sam's flash of interest and

triumph at this information.

"So what Jacob said was true you've been with the Cullens?"

I bristled at the clear disapproval in his voice. "Yes, I have. They'removing back to Forks."

The look of anger that spilled from Sam made me instinctively stepback, remembering how small the space we stood in was, and the

marks left on Emily's face when Sam lost his temper.

"Bella?" a croaky voice said from behind Sam, and that was all it

took to control both my shaking, and Sam's. We turned to look at

Jake, who was now blinking awake.

I stumbled across the floor to him, tears blurring my vision, and

knelt beside the couch. He reached out to hug me then shrank backin pain when he tried to lift his arm. The blanket slipped, revealing a

patchwork of bandages across his torso.

"God, Jake, what happened to you?"

"I'm alright. You should see the other guy." He smiled, but it didn't

quite reach his eyes. "I tore her head clean off."

I gave a strangled gasp at his attempt at a joke. "It's not funny,

Jake! What did she do to you?"

His gaze turned serious, imploring me to be calm. "It's fine Bella,

just a scratch."

"Then why aren't you healed yet?" I demanded, and when he

wouldn't meet my eyes I looked to Sam instead.

"Victoria caught Jacob with her nails when he went in for the kill. It

was a deep wound, but you're right, he should have healed withinhours. Instead he's healing at human pace."

"Why?"


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"We don't know," he admitted. "Vampire venom is fatal to us, but

there was no venom under her nails. The important thing is that he

is healing."

I turned back to Jake and he'd forced the smile back onto his face. It

just enhanced the bloodless color of his lips.

"Lighten up, Bella. I killed her. I'm your hero shouldn't I get a kiss

or something?"

I rolled my eyes and leaned in for a proper hug instead. "Don't push

your luck."

Jacob stiffened under me and I caught sight of his nostrils flaring,

just like Sam's had when I entered. A fine trembling began in his

limbs and a look of revulsion settled on his face. I rocked back on my

heels in shock.

"Jake, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he hissed. "It's you we should be worried about."

"What?"

"You smell like him. He's all over you." The disgust he wore was

etched into his features and clear in his voice, but I didn't miss the

flash of hurt that passed through his eyes. His next words came outas barely more than a whisper. "You've been with him."

"Jake, you knew I was going to find him - "

"No, I mean you've been with him. It's all over you. God, you reek."

He pulled as far away from me as he could and I shuffled back a few

feet on my butt. Mortification burned in my cheeks and I verydeliberately didn't look at either Billy or Sam. If Jake could smell it,

Sam could as well.

"We're back together now," I said softly. "I'm sorry."

His jaw tightened. "How could you stand to be with him?" Suddenlyhis words took on a heated force that I'd never known in Jacob.

"He's a filthy bloodsucker he's no better than the one we killed

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"Jake, he's not like that - "

"They're all like that! He's a cold, parasitic monster; how could you

bear to have his hands on you?"

I was trembling as badly as Jake and tears flowed down my cheeksin hot rivers. This wasn't the Jake I knew the friendly, easygoingguy. Where had this anger come from?

"How can you say these things? You know how I feel about Edward."Jake snarled at the sound of his name. "I feel whole now I'm with

him again."

"Then I don't understand you." He turned his face away from me.

"Jake - "

"I think you should leave," Billy cut in.

"No, I - "

"Just go," Jake ground out between clenched teeth.

I shot a bewildered glance at Sam, who stared back at me stonily; Idaren't even look in Billy's direction. I rose on shaky legs and

started for the door.

"If you need anything" I mumbled, but I didn't get a response.

I probably should have waited before driving, because it was hard to

focus on the road when I was crying this hard. I didn't understand

how Jacob, my best friend and the boy I thought of as my own

personal sun, could be so cruel.

Something hit the side of the truck and I screamed, hitting thebrakes and coming to a dead stop in the middle of the road. Thepassenger door opened, and Edward threw himself into the seat, his

eyes wide and wild, everything about him fierce. His expressionmellowed at my shattered state.

"Bella, Bella, are you okay, love?" His fingers were on my face,

wiping at the tears, and he scooted over so we were pressed tightly

together. I nodded and opened my mouth to reply, but a fresh


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torrent of tears swallowed my words. He pulled me to him and I rode

out my sobs into his chest.

Eventually I was spent and my breathing calmed, helped along by

his sweet scent. Though his body was so hard against mine, it was

comforting to be held like this. I couldn't remember Edward everholding me when I cried but then, most of my tears had come after

he left.

"Bella," he said, stroking my hair, "what happened?"

"I went to see Jake." I whispered, my words gusting along the skin

of his neck where my face was burrowed. He knew about my

friendship with Jacob, from when I'd told him the story of hisabsence from Forks over dinner in Florence. "He was injured in the

fight with Victoria."

He tensed. "Is she dead?"

"Yes. Jacob ripped her head off." I shuddered, the macabre image of

Victoria's decapitated head surfacing in my imagination, red locksspilling around a face contorted into a scream. Edward, however,

relaxed.

"Will Jacob live?"

"Yes."

"Then, why the tears, love?"

I briefly recapped what had just happened, stroking circles on

Edward's chest to keep him grounded in the here and now. I could

tell from his growls and the fists that kept clenching and unclenchingthat he was ready to go cause more harm to Jacob, treaty be

damned. We sat in silence for a while after I'd finished my tale, with

him rubbing my back and brushing feather light kisses on my

forehead. It was lucky this was a quiet road so far, no other

vehicles had gone past.

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

"I waited for you to come home from the diner for ages. I was soanxious at being away from you for any length of time; you have no

idea. Then two things happened at once: Charlie returned without


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you, and Alice rang me to say your future had disappeared. Luckily,

Charlie was thinking about you going to visit Jake otherwise I

don't think my sanity would have held. I came straight here, and

I've been waiting on the boundary line for you."

"I'm glad you did. I don't think I'd have made it home."

He growled, unhappy at the thought. I glanced at my watch; I had

no idea how long we'd been sat here.

"Crap!"

"Hmm?"

"I promised Charlie I'd be home by ten and I've now got five

minutes to make a twenty minute journey."

"It would be possible if you had an engine that could produce speeds

over fifty miles an hour."

I glared at him.

"Besides, I think it's going to be very obvious to Charlie that you've

been crying. Just explain that it wasn't safe for you to drive until

you'd pulled yourself together." He reached for the ignition and

moved to shift me over to the passenger seat.

"Woah, what are you doing?"

"I'm driving you home."

"No, you're not you can't. You're not allowed to drive, remember?"

"Don't be absurd that's a story!"

"Yeah, but when we get to Charlie's he's going to get suspicious

when I'm not the one driving. Since I'll be home after curfew, he'll

definitely be watching out."

Edward's nostrils flared in annoyance but he didn't answer.

"That means you can't be in the truck at all, you know."


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He sighed. "I'll run alongside through the forest, just to make sure

you get home safe. I'll be waiting for you." He gave me one last soft

kiss and jumped from the cabin, propelling himself into the tree-line.

I didn't bother pushing the truck this time, since I'd already done it

once tonight. I was going to be late home, so Charlie would bepissed whether it was by five minutes or fifteen.

Charlie was waiting for me; I could see his shadow in the window, litby the flickering of the television. I steeled myself for the inevitable

argument it was now twenty past ten and headed inside.

He was waiting in the hall, arms folded again, but his head of steam

evaporated when he caught sight of my tear-stained face. I was

probably a blotchy, puffy mess.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, uncomfortable in case I

actually took him up on his offer.

"No," I mumbled. "I'm going to bed."

"Alright," he sighed, shuffling back into the living room, and I went

upstairs.

Edward was sat in his old space, the rocking chair, and for a moment

I was shaken by the surrealism of the situation. He'd been gone for

months, and yet he looked like he'd never left at all; he, and theroom around him, appeared exactly the same. My bedroom wassuddenly a place I wanted to be in again after months of it being a

repository for bitter memories.

However, his utter stillness didn't distract from the fact that he wasobviously tense. On his lap were an assortment of objects the

jewel case of a CD, and a few pieces of paper. I crossed the room to

examine what he held.

"This CD," I whispered. "It's"

"The one I made for you," he finished.

"For my birthday. Where did you get it from?"

"It's been here all the time," he said, his expression poignant. "In an

act of grand foolishness I left it here with you, under the


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floorboards, despite my promises to make it seem like I had never

existed."

"Why would you do that?"

"I left it as a reminder of my love for you."

"But I didn't know it was here."

"I know foolishness, remember? I hoped that maybe you would

sense these things near you when I was gone, even if I didn't want

you to find them."

"That's almost as crazy as taking up cliff-diving so I could hear your

voice." Edward didn't appreciate the joke - his jaw snapped shut andhe ground his teeth down. I reached for the other things he held,

hoping to distract him before his mood darkened further.

The pieces of paper turned out to be an envelope, another relic from

my fated birthday, and I didn't need to open it to know it contained

the tickets to Jacksonville that Carlisle and Esme had bought for me.The other was the photo of me and Edward together, just before he

left. That, I handed back to him his intentions were now clear to

me when I looked at his face in the photo, and it was too painful a

reminder.

The door slammed shut below us and I jumped, breaking away fromEdward's intense gaze. "Was that Charlie?" I ran to the window intime to watch the cruiser speed off down the street. "Where's he

going at this time of night?"

Edward joined me, standing behind me so his body pressed intomine and his arms stretched out on either side of me, his palms flat

on the windowsill.

"He's going to La Push, to find out from Billy why you were so

upset." He spoke directly into the soft skin on the back of my neck.

"Great, that's going to go down really well."

I attempted to back away from the window, but Edward stayed

stock-still, effectively trapping me in place.

"Are you okay now, love?"


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Truth be told, I felt drained. It had been a long day, stretched out by

crossing time zones, and I hadn't properly slept in over twenty-four

hours. The argument with Jake had not come at a good time.

"It's just," I paused and sighed. "He's my best friend. It hurts that

he's upset with me."

Edward turned me round to face him, bending his head so he was

staring straight into my eyes.

"Bella, you have no idea how worried I was when I couldn't come to

you, knowing you were with volatile young werewolves. You have to

promise me that you'll stay away from them from now on. It's too

dangerous and I can't stand not being near where you are."

Before today I'd have argued with him. I'd have pointed out that the

wolves were my friends and I had the right to hang out withwhoever I wanted to. But after this evening, and the twin looks of

hostility from Billy and Sam, and the vicious words from JakeI

didn't know if they were my friends anymore. If they knew that I

wanted to become like Edward well, they couldn't find out.

So it was an easy promise to make to Edward.

"I don't think I'm welcome in La Push anyway." The words hurt to

say, when I considered that it had been more of a home to me

during my separation from Edward than the house I stood in now. Ithad seen the only laughs I'd produced since my birthday. "And I

definitely need to give Jake some space."

"Please, Bella," he pleaded, eyes wide and beseeching. "Promise

me."

"I promise that I won't go down to La Push, and I'm not going to

contact any of them either. But if Jacob wants to speak to me in

Forks then I will."

Edward tried the dazzling thing then, gazing at me with irises ofsoftest butterscotch, but this was a boundary I had to set. No matter

how much he whispered "Bella"and kissed me gently, I wouldn'tbudge because I owed it to the only person I'd been able to rely on

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His kisses turned more demanding and with me still in the cage of

his arms he walked us until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I

fell sprawling onto it. He landed with me, his hips between mythighs and his torso just above mine, while he set about grazing

kisses along my jaw line. I tugged at his t-shirt and he removed it

swiftly, ripping my own off me.

I sucked in a breath at the sound of the tearing cloth. It made me

more needy pushing up against him to get the room to pull my jeans

down, until I was only in my bra and panties.

He got to his feet, his jeans gone from his body in a blur of indigo,and he was as naked underneath as he had been on the plane. I

scooted backwards so I could lay my head down on the pillows and

reached behind me to unhook my bra, but he was already there,

pulling my hands away. I was naked from the waist up and his

fingers cupped my breasts.

Our lips met again, his tongue thrusting eagerly into my mouth, withmy teeth catching and scraping along his lower lip. He pushed me

down flat against the mattress and pressed himself completely

against me, quelling my movement. I had to make do with gripping

onto his back, my fingers sliding along the smooth and impermeableskin there, enjoying the feel of muscles cording and releasing under

my touch.

His arousal lay against my thigh, pressing almost hard enough toleave a bruise, and there was already wetness collecting on my skinat the tip. Only the thin cotton layer of my panties lay between usand when his lips left mine, I panted his name rather than taking the

chance to catch my breath.

"Inside me," I moaned.

"You're notprepared," he grunted as he ripped my panties away,

and ghosted his fingers over my hip, down to my wet skin.

"Don't care. Now, Edward."

He rose above me, wrapping my legs around his hips, and then he

was in me. Both of us hissed at the sensation, him stretching me and

me tight around him. He burrowed his face into the crook of my neck

and began pounding a staccato rhythm, one I couldn't comprehend


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or match. There was an undercurrent to all of this that I couldn't

name, but could almost taste, something familiar.

Edward inside me felt wonderful, but real pleasure lay just out of my

grasp with the way we were moving right now. "Edward," I

hummed.

He lifted his head and cut me off with a kiss. When I re-opened my

eyes, I saw the emotion burning in his, and could suddenly name

that undercurrent: desperation.

"Bella, what would I do if I lost you?"

"I'm not going anywhere," I insisted, trying once again to meet his

hips and failing to catch the rhythm.

"You can't ever leave me." His voice was gritty and plaintive. "Notnow I've got you back. You have to stay safe."

His gaze burned into me until I couldn't remember to blink or

breathe. At this moment I would promise him the earth, just to getthat lost expression wiped from his face. It didn't sit right, and there

was no reason for it to be there.

I had to flinch away from the intensity of his stare, which left

rivulets of molten amber running through me, blending in with my

blood. Instead, I licked a path up his jaw until I reached his ear. I bitdown on the lobe, doing so gently only for the sake of my teeth, nothis unyielding flesh. He snarled and flexed his hips into me with

more force.

"I'm exactly where I want to be," I promised.

This seemed to be good enough for him. He rose to his knees, lifting

me so my lower back arched off the bed, and bowed his body down

to kiss at the soft skin of my breasts. His long fingers fanned out

around my hips, supporting me, and the new angle pushed him just

that little bit deeper. Now he was thrusting where I wanted him tobe.

As soon he was happy that I was comfortable like this, reading my

moans and whimpers to determine my pleasure, he let loose

pistoning into me with a speed I hadn't known was possible. He'd


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been fast before, but this was something else entirely, and I had to

turn my head away because watching him move made me dizzy.

My pleasure spilled over me twice before he twisted my face back to

meet his, his golden eyes just inches from mine, and still he moved

at that superhuman pace. The desperation still lingered around him,and all I could do was let my desire and adoration shine out to him. I

surrendered again, diving headfirst into a pool of amber that

submerged me, flooding through every pathway in my body andsweeping away anything that wasn't the purest, sweetest pleasure.

I was distantly aware, outside of my haze that his movements had

ceased, and I could feel the coolness inside that meant he'd reached

his own pleasure. I opened my eyes to look at him and in that

moment he was the definition of ecstasy. His perfect white skin andburnished crown of hair, and the twist of his features made him look

like an angel experiencing a moment of extreme rapture. It knocked

the breath out of me to see him in this way.

When he opened his eyes I was relieved to note that the desperation

was all gone, replaced with lazy satiation. He relaxed his body tocover me completely again, his weight resting almost imperceptibly

on his hands. He kissed me long and deep, building up from mere

brushes of lips to him thoroughly tasting me, exploring my mouth

with long, sensual sweeps of his tongue. When he hardened insideme again, he withdrew rather than rocking his hips into mine, andhe pulled our kisses back to gentle grazes of lips on lips. I couldn't

control the yawns escaping me and that was enough for him to pullaway from me altogether.

"Bedtime for the human," he whispered.

"I'm already in bed."

"Sleep-time for the human, then," he said as he rearranged the

blankets around me. "Everything else can wait until the morning."

I drifted off in his embrace and my last thought was of how right it

was to finally have Edward back in my bed. I didn't even hear

Charlie come back in.

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