Previously…

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled, brighter than I ever seen him, and wiped my eyes, "I love you, too."

I brought his head closer to mine, and kissed him deeply. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me up a bit, and my arms snaked around his neck. We kept at it until I couldn't breathe.

I stepped down and gave him the note. He looked confused, but he took it and opened it.

"What's this?" he asked, but smiled when he read:

"Will you be my boyfriend again?"

"Yes, of course, I never stopped," he smiled, and I giggled, hugging him. I'd never let go again.

~oOo~

Song used: "Stand" by Flyleaf | love this song! It just touches my spirit!

We all went inside the house, with Edward and I hand-in-hand behind them. Everyone else said their welcome's while inside. Edward looked much better, compared to last year. He was clean-shaven, dressed in a dark blue sweater and dark wash jeans, and snowboots. He was smiling a mile a minute, and always laughing at Emmett's jokes.

We sat down on the couch, watching everyone else bring Edward's luggage in. He held my hand, and ran small circles around my knuckles all day. I leaned my head against his shoulder, making him wrap an arm around both of mine.

"You ok?" He mumbled in my hair.

I nodded, "Yeah, everything's perfect now."

I felt him smile and kiss my hair. "Yeah, it is." He said.

"How are you, though?" I asked.

"Yeah, Ed, how are you doing?" Emmett jumped on the couch next to us.

"I'm good, really good. Therapy was a good idea. It really helped figure everything out with Jake, and Bella, and Dad, and just everything that I've been so mad about for my whole life. I'm not so angry anymore." he smiled. He looked at me, and I felt blood creep into my cheeks. I looked down, hiding a smile behind my hand.

Emmett clapped the back of Edward's back and smiled, "Proud of you, baby brother."

Edward laughed his thanks and turned to Kate, "Oh and Kate?" She turned around and her smile fell a bit. She must have been remembering her last tense conversation with him a year ago. Edward smiled, stood up, and took her hand. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you before I left. I shouldn't have yelled. Forgive me?"

Kate blushed and nodded. She hugged his waist. "But if you ever do that again, I'll rip your balls off." She smiled and turned back to Sam.

A shocked Edward returned back to the couch next to me, and I held in my giggles.

~oOo~

I became lead guitarist of the band, and within 3 weeks, our next single, "Stand", came out. We decided to make a live concert video, showing highlights of some shows we've done.

When Edward first heard the song, he wasn't sure of our non-believing fans would like it, because we weren't usually so open with faith. I explained that since my treatment and visit to Bree's church, I'd found a calling for spreading more of my up-and-coming faith. I also believed that our fans would understand; the band wasn't suddenly going to start writing Christian music, but we'd slowly show off some of the "new" us. It showed growth in our artistry, instead of writing the same, pop-rock stuff from our first album. Edward had smiled proudly, and said that even though he didn't believe in God, he understood.

And apparently, I wasn't the only believer in the band. Sam and Kate grew up Jewish, but sort of grew out of it as the got older, turning to spirituality as a source of mental stability. They absolutely loved "Stand"!

[Bold: Edward; Italics: Bella; Underlined: Bella & Kate]

Breathe on these bones

Breathe on these bones

Breathe on these bones

Find there's no need to hide

the time has come to stand and fight

save the world

and save that girl

from enemies unseen

our hands will

bleed for children unborn

the mornings come and rumors are

the hope that lasts

within our grasp

if we muster up the strength to grab it

Stand

face the world with open hands

and tears

and these tired body's spirit perseveres

remembering these wounds will heal

you are not

alone in this

we will look ahead

at the dreams

that were laid

in our heart

and we can begin again

Stand

face the world with open hands

and tears

and these tired body's spirit perseveres

remembering these wounds will heal

you are not

alone in this

how long did You bleed for us

how long did You bleed for us

hold fast

don't you look at the past

because hope and love last

beyond the end

Stand

face the world with open hands

and tears

and these tired body's spirit perseveres

remembering these wounds will heal

you are not

alone in this

Stand

face the world with open hands

and tears

and these tired body's spirit perseveres

remembering these wounds will heal

you are not

alone in this

you are not

alone in this

~oOo~

After the video released, Carlisle had a long talk with Edward and his brothers about being a better father towards them. They didn't solve much, but they chose to move on from the past and look towards a better relationship.

Edward and I went out on a few dates, either with friends or by ourselves. We got spotted by paparazzi a few times, but nothing too serious. Even though they still angered Edward, he showed more restraint towards them.

One night, it was getting late, and he didn't want me to go home too late, so he'd offered to have me sleep over. In his room. Alone.

I froze a bit, and he took my wide eyes for fear.

"That's only if you want to," he rushed, "I mean, I'm fine with driving you home, it's just really late, and no one's home. I won't, like, touch you, or anything. I'll sleep on the couch." He rambled on, and I started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, smiling.

I shrugged, giggling, "You're so funny when you're nervous."

"Oh, ok?" He was still confused, which made me love him even more.

"Yes, Edward, I'll stay the night." And my nerves were back.

"Really?" he took my hand.

I nodded. I looked into his deep, green eyes, which were enhanced by the darkness surrounding his car. I looked down, my face more flushed than usual. I felt this strong sexual tension between us, and I knew we couldn't ignore it.

Suddenly, Edward turned off the car, got out, walked around, and lifted me out. I squealed in surprise as he shut the door and carried me to the front door. He walked to the living room couch and sat us down, with me in his lap.

He tucked my hair behind my ears, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He lay me back on the couch, and I ran my fingers through his hair. I felt his fingers roam through my sides, and slide under my shirt. I gasped at his cold touch.

"You ok?" he looked up at me.

"Yeah," my voice rose an octave. "Fine."

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, no, just having a lot of thoughts." I could feel myself getting panicky, shaking beneath his fingers on my sides.

"You're shaking." He laced my fingers together.

"Sorry," I felt my stupid tears fill my eyes.

He got up suddenly, and pulled me up to his lap again.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I sniffled into his shirt, playing with the buttons.

"It's ok, nothing's wrong with you," he rubbed my back in small circles. We stayed quiet for a while, while I got my anxiety under control. All the while, my eyes started to droop, and I sighed deeply to hold back my yawns.

"Sleep, love." Edward smiled.

"I'm really sorry," I mumbled sleepily. I felt a kiss on my forehead as a drifted off.

~oOo~

A/N: That was pretty much my first makeout scene. I really have no experience with lemons, or anything like that. How'd I do? Was it good? Bad? Any advice?