One Shot- Edward has just come back in New Moon… and really needs to hunt. Will Bella realize he won't leave her when he's gone for the night? Or will she panic?

I do not own Twilight

Edward was back, and that was all that mattered to me now. The last few days he had just spent holding me in his arms. We spent these days re-memorizing everything about each other, but today he needed to hunt. I knew it was coming, but I was still so scared. Even though he had reassured me so much, I had doubt. I didn't want him to leave, but it was inevitable.

"You need to go," I guessed as he sighed when I woke up that morning.

"No. I can wait a few more days," he tried to convince not only me, but also himself.

"You haven't hunted in almost a month. I'll be fine. Just hurry back," I replied grimly.

After a while of him arguing with me, he finally left me with a goodbye kiss, but first had Alice come over to keep me company. After a grueling day of makeovers and shopping, she brought me home.

"You need to go to sleep. Edward will murder me if you don't get at least a few hours of sleep," she said reluctantly. "I'll just be downstairs watching TV."

"Okay," I said and walked up the stairs slowly, being careful not to trip. When I was halfway up the stairs I turned towards Alice.

"He'll be back soon, don't worry," she said before I could even open my mouth.

I smiled weakly, and continued to trudge up the stairs. I took a long hot shower. This time the calming process didn't work. I got out and brushed my teeth. I then washed my face with cold water and leaned over the sink, trying to calm down. I knew that Alice knew, but I also knew that she knew Edward was coming back for me.

"Goodnight, Bella," sang Alice, her voice chiming like bells as always.

"Goodnight," I replied.

I went into my bed and lied down. After about an hour of just lying there I realized I was never going to fall asleep without Edward there. I tossed and turned, unable to stop the sudden trembling. I stopped and let the tears roll down my face. I was suddenly doubtful.

What if he left again? Why wasn't he back? I needed him there.

All of the sudden there was a knock on my door. I barely had a chance to wipe away my tears before Alice walked in. She had guilty smile on her face.

"Hey Bella? Jasper needs me at home to help him beat Emmett at Guitar Hero. Is it okay if I leave?"
"Yeah go ahead. Good Luck," I said quietly.

"Thanks. Hey are you okay?"

"Yeah," I lied.

She came over and hugged me.

"He will come back, I promise," she whispered soothingly.

Two hours later I was still awake, and panicking. What if Alice had left so that they could all leave again? What was taking Edward so long if he was staying? I snuggled to my monster pillow, hoping to trick my mind into believing it was Edward. It didn't work. The pillow was too soft and warm, the exact opposite of Edward. Great.

I closed my eyes, imagining Edward and me in our meadow, laying there and whispering to each other.

"I love you Bella," he would say.

"Me, too," I would reply.

I kept imagining scenarios like that. Him holding my hand, us going to his house, listening to him play his lullaby. It was suddenly too much, and I started sobbing. I needed him back. I couldn't survive if he left again. My mind was on overload, and I knew I needed to calm down. So I began to imagine him here again. I closed my eyes.

He was holding me, tucking me under the covers tightly. He was kissing my hair, and humming my lullaby. He was whispering something in my ear.

"Open your eyes, love. I know you're awake."

I then realized that the arms around me were much too real, and that I could feel his slow, cold breath along my face. He was here. He had come back.

I opened my eyes and found them in his, as he stared down at me. I wiggled closer to him, and his almost warm embrace tightened around me. I began to cry silently.

"You c..came b..ba..back," I whispered, knowing he'd hear me.

"Of course, love. I always will. I always will."

"I thought you were leaving me again," I sniffled.

"Never again. I will never leave you again," he said with pain in his voice. " I'm surprised, though. You seriously thought I was leaving? "

"I knew you wouldn't, but I couldn't sleep, and the possibilities were suddenly flooding me. I'm sorry I doubted you," I said ashamed.

"It's not your fault, don't worry. I promise never to leave again."

"Hold me?"

"Of course," and then he pulled his arms in even tighter.

"Just don't leave me. Never leave me."

"I wouldn't think of it."

"Promise?"

"I swear. You are and always were the most important thing to me."

"Stay," I said.

"Always."