Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 26

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A/N: Thanks for sticking with me and this story, and thanks for all the sweet reviews. If I missed replying to you, I apologize, but I read and smiled with each new one in my inbox. They truly make my day. I have a couple days off this week, and that gives me some extra time to sit down and write in peace and quiet (Hubs is out of town till late Wednesday night), plus my muse is actually speaking to me again. That's a HUGE plus! Sadly, I've been writing blind for several chapters. Now, I must give hugs and props to darcysmom, kare831, and cilie80 for their unyielding support, and encouragement. They are the peanut butter and jelly to my bread, and I love them to pieces. I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy.


As promised by my incredibly sexy, vampire boyfriend, he was at my house at seven-thirty that night, and we barely made it out of the foyer before I was pressed against the wall- Edward's mouth consuming me fully, his hands shredding the clothing from my body, and finally sheathing himself within me, taking me as his own. I guess the whole 'commando' idea worked out in my favor, and I wasn't complaining. My body needed the release only Edward could provide.

Later that night, one hot shower session and four orgasms later, my yearning to jump start my brain with things in my past was mollified when Edward sat patiently by my side for hours as we poured over the various photo albums I'd collected over the years. Some gaps were filled with photos of myself and my parents when I was younger, yet still, some aggravatingly still out of my reach, like Chad and Amanda, or who the hell 'John' was to me. Edward didn't push or rush me, and asked questions attentively when a picture would spark my mind into remembering a small snippet of my former life. When my mantle clock chimed midnight, Edward put away the albums as I closed down the house for the night. We got ready for bed with soft kisses, gentle touches, and whispered words of undying love. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Edward never mentioned leaving, not that I wanted him to, and he stayed the next day, helping me sort out my important paperwork. He also assisted me in closing my old checking account, then setting up new checking and savings account at his preferred bank, transferring my money fluidly to the new accounts, and adding automatic online bill pay so I wouldn't forget the important bills. Another couple of necessary thing's I hadn't thought to do, since I couldn't remember when my bills came due, or any passwords I'd set up from before the accident. As I ate my dinner, Edward used my laptop to look into home security systems, insisting I needed a state-of-the-art motion light and first responder alert alarm. He was adamant and when he added how "You don't lock your bedroom window, Bella. It's too easy. Anyone could get into your house!" I quirked an eyebrow wondering how he knew this knowledge first-hand, but let it go for the time being. There was no sex that day, and in a way I was glad, as I was wiped out when bedtime rolled around. Edward was there to wrap me in his tender, protective embrace, and he hummed songs to me as I drifted off to sleep in contentment and sheer exhaustion. I needed him there as much as he needed to be there. In the end, I knew Edward wasn't going to leave me willingly, and I didn't want him to go. I just didn't know how to approach the idea taking residence in my heart and mind, or if he'd even been receptive.

Day broke and the dark cloud cover over my area of Chicago mimicked my mood as I somberly filled my coffee cup and joined a noticeably tense Edward, already dressed in his scrubs, at the kitchen table at five o'clock in the morning. He had to work twelve hours shifts for the next three days, and be on call until midnight each night, so I could go back to sleep after he left. I didn't know when I'd see him again. The thought made my chest tight, and I tried to rub the ache away with my hand. However, I knew it was time to talk about where we went from here. Before I could clear my throat, Edward spoke up.

"I've taken the liberty of asking Jasper to follow-up on the components of a security system for your house. I've sent him the specs on what I'd like for you. He and Emmett are more than willing and able to install the most advanced electronics, so I'll call you when they have what they need to do the job. Probably later this week, if that's all right."

His clipped tone bothered me, and I wondered what had changed in his demeanor from the carefree man he'd been the night before.

"Of course I don't mind, Edward. I'm not going anywhere, but, can I ask where the sudden need for this alarm system comes from? Have I been threatened and wasn't aware?" I asked, curious to know why he was so passionate on this topic all of the sudden, and frankly, a little concerned over his sudden stance on my protection in my own home.

I saw a flash of embarrassment cross his face, and I believe if vampires could blush, Edward's face would resemble a ripe tomato. Never at a loss for words, suddenly, he seemed mute, and was avoiding eye contact with me. What the hell?

"Edward? What's going on? You're scaring me."

When his eyes finally met mine, I was struck by the tortured expression on his perfect face.

"I couldn't stay away, Bella. I tried… fuck no, that's a lie. I wanted to give you what you asked for, I swear, baby, but I had to see that you were okay. Phone calls and texts only drove me mad with want and need to see you, to know that you were safe. Being away from you was like a gnawing pain in my chest, slowly and effectively suffocating me. So, I came to you, every night we were apart. At first, I only intended on watching you from afar. Not in a creepy, stalker way, but in the way a mate protects his intended. The oak tree in your back yard served as my vantage point, and I'd observe the house and neighborhood from my hidden perch. When I'd see your light go out for the night, I listened to your heartbeat and breathing until you were lulled into a deep sleep. Then, I would sneak to your window, to watch over you as you slumbered. That's when I realized your window was unlocked, and no alarm or motion lights alerted you to my presence. I couldn't bear to leave you unattended, and it was too tempting to resist, and entirely too easy a feat to accomplish, when I crept in through the window."

"You came in through my window? What if the neighbors had seen you, Edward? If you went to that extreme, why didn't you wake me so I'd know you were here?" I asked, confused, and a little pissed over his blatant disregard of my wishes, especially being in my bedroom with me unaware.

"No one saw me, Bella. The neighborhood was completely unaware of my presence, and I didn't make the mistake of being noticed. Hell, any-fucking-one could've been stalking around your house, and no one would know until it was too late. I didn't wake you because I didn't want you to be mad at me, as I'm sure you are now. I know I fucked up, baby. I couldn't do what you adamantly asked of me, and for that I'm sorry, but I cannot be sorry for my need to know you're safe. It's imperative to me that no harm comes to you. I know you're a strong woman, but humans are fragile creatures, and so many things go unnoticed in your world. The fact that vampires, as well as a host of unsavory human leeches who have no goal but to take what isn't freely given, readily exist in your day-to-day life is case in point. I couldn't take that risk with you, and I refuse to exist in a world without my love, my mate. I need you more than I've ever needed anything else in my life, vampire or human. Please, try to understand and I hope you can forgive me for disregarding your wishes, Bella."

My anger evaporated like the steam from my coffee cup.

"I didn't know," I said humbly, unshed tears threatening to fall. "I'm not mad, just concerned. Edward, I only meant for the separation to clear my mind, and reassert myself into the life I'd left behind. I felt I was becoming too dependent on you and your family. But never in a million years did I mean to cause you even an ounce of pain, but know I felt the same tightness in my chest too when we were apart. I love you too much, and I'm so, so sorry I hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

Edward's expression softened at my words, and he rose from his chair, only to move to kneel beside me.

"I love you, Bella Swan. There isn't anything to forgive, sweetheart. You couldn't know the depth of my feelings. Even I didn't know how strongly either of us would react to the situation. I understand your need for a human life, and never in a million years would I ever want to hold you back from aspiring for your dreams, but I need to know what you want from me as well. We need to talk about a compromise, because I cannot physically be apart from you for long periods of time. I'm open to anything at this point. This human-vampire mating thing is uncharted territory, and we are both stepping through the mine field with blindfolds on."

"Move in with me," I blurted out, shocked at the total three-sixty my brain and heart had taken in just a few days of separation, and with the information Edward had imparted on me, but the words warmed my heart as they flew from my mouth. "I mean, I've been thinking about the idea, but only if you want to. I know you live in a much nicer place than I do, and I don't want to put you in a position to choose me over your family. They're important to you, as they should be. I'm just getting used to things here, and I'm not sure if I can uproot myself again, when most of my memories are locked inside of my head, or in the pictures and papers scattered about this house, but, what of your family, Edward? They might not agree. I understand if you don't want… "

My rant was silenced by strong, soft hands cradling my face as if it was made of the finest glass and the hard, yet tender lips of my beloved as he kissed me soundly. The love and adoration he felt for me surrounded my soul in a wordless caress, shared only by one's true love, and I expressed my like feelings as I returned his kiss with fervor. When our lips separated, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Silly woman, I will gladly take up residence here or on the moon with you, if that's your desire. Home to me is wherever you are, my love. My family has no bearing on where I go, or what I do. I love them, but not to the depth of my feelings for you. I don't have to choose one over the other. Truly, they'll be relieved. I haven't exactly been fun to be around these past several days, or most of our time together, to be honest. A single vampire in a house of mated pairs isn't the most enviable position to be in."

His sweet words made my heart stammer in my chest, and my heart broke a little, knowing how much he'd suffered in silence most of his undead life.

"If you're sure, then how soon can we move you in? Honestly, the separation hasn't been good for me either. I've missed you."

Edward smiled and pulled me into his arms as he sat on the kitchen floor.

"Well, I have to work the next three days, as you know, but I can ask Alice and Rose to start boxing my things today. It's supposed to be a sunny afternoon, so she and the others will be checked out of school before their lunch break. Honestly, all I need are my clothes, though. The rest can be picked up over time, or as I need them. Is tonight too soon to start sending out change of address postcards?"

I smiled at the ease of the conversation, and the lightness in his butterscotch eyes as he spoke. Edward Masen was moving in with me, and I could barely contain my squeal of excitement.

"Not at all. Consider 1885 Phillips Drive to be your new, permanent address. I'll make room in my closet for your clothes, although, you'll probably want to use one of the guest bedrooms to store some of them. I mean, I didn't even ask but, you do want to share the bedroom with me, right?" I asked shyly, hoping he'd not want a separate room.

"And miss sleeping next to you at night? I can't believe you think I'd be anywhere else, Bella. No way. I will be wherever you sleep. I like quick and easy access to your warm, wet body, beautiful."

I let out a sigh of relief and smacked Edward's arm lightly when he smirked back at me.

"Shut it. I didn't want to be presumptuous, and no sex-talk when there isn't time to do the actual deed. Tonight I want you, so be prepared. By the way, don't you need to get to work before seven, Doc? If so, even with your driving, you'd better get on with it."

"Yeah, I've got to run, but now thanks to your promise of sexing me up later, I'll be driving with fucking wood all the way to the hospital. On a serious note, Bella, I don't want you waiting up for me and losing precious sleep. My ER hours can be hideous, so I'll text or call you if I'm going to be late. Lock up when I leave, and please, for the sake of my sanity, lock the god damned windows too. Okay?"

"Yes, Doctor Masen, now scoot!" I said teasingly as he rose from the floor, with me in tow. He sat me down on a kitchen chair and kissed me once more. "If I'm asleep, you'd better wake me up when you get home."

"Doc is leaving the building, Miss Swan. Oh, don't worry your pretty little head. I'll be waking you up alright. There is no way I'm going to miss seeing you come two nights in a row. Leave the light on for me," Edward teased as he turned for the front door, knowing full well he could see in total darkness better than I could see in the daylight hours.

I laughed and swatted his rock-hard ass as he passed by, and was repaid with a sexy growl.

"I'm counting the minutes, Masen."



Nothing was going to ruin my mood. Not the feverish, puking preschooler who I met first thing this morning, and consequently changed into my second set of scrubs after her projectile vomit covered me in red Kool Aid and liquid Tylenol, or the four-hundred pound man, who reeked of cigarette smoke and body odor, who was currently bent over the exam table bare-assed, pleading for me to do something about the obvious hemorrhoids plaguing his beer-drinking-porn-watching-recliner-time. I was moving in with my girl, and I was on top of the world. I'd only had time to send and receive a few texts during my shift, and I was anxiously awaiting the end of my regular shift to arrive.

"You can pull up your pants now, Mr. Gordon," I said, and waited until I was talking to his face instead of his hairy balls and ass. "I'm going to order some medication for you to apply to your hemorrhoids, and schedule a consult with Dr. Greene to follow-up with you about your options. Surgery can be helpful, but has a high percentage of reoccurrence. Also, with your weight and smoking, the chances of heart attack and stroke are increased ten-fold, not to mention the irritation to your anus isn't helped by the increased weight or sitting around all of the time. I'm going to send you home with information about our healthy weight-loss and smoking cessation classes, offered on Tuesday and Thursday nights, respectively, in the Health and Wellness Center. I urge you to consider taking your health seriously, as once it's gone, there is no getting it back. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Doc. I just want the pain in my ass to go away, and I don't mean my ex-wife. Thank God she left me years ago," Mr. Gordon grunted in reply.

"Alright, Jessica will be in shortly with your discharge papers and the other items we discussed. As always, if you feel the need to come back, our doors are always open. Have a good night."

I sighed as I exited the room. So many patients used the emergency room for non-emergency care, and I tried to give them the same level of professionalism as I do my critical patients. However, men like Mr. Gordon had no self-motivation until their 'activities' were thwarted with something like the painful fissures growing from his asshole. When I arrived at the nurses' station, Jessica was faxing some paperwork, so I wrote out my orders and script, and when she was done, I handed them to her.

"Mr. Gordon in room three is ready for discharge. Can you complete the paperwork?"

"Yes, Dr. Masen. Oh, I wouldn't get too far away from the ER just yet. The radio is buzzing over a five-car pileup on the outer freeway. Two of our ambulances are en route to site. I've been told to anticipate an undetermined number of incoming within the next half hour."

"Thanks, Jessica," I replied, seeing 7:00 p.m. was less than an hour away. "I'm going to step into my office and make a couple of calls. Buzz my on-call pager as soon as you have an ETA on the injured."

"Yes, sir."

I pulled my cell from my pocket and prepared to make the call I was dreading. I'd never had to concern myself with checking-in with anyone since I'd been changed. Normally, Alice would 'see' whatever had kept me away, or changed my course for the day, and my family went about their normal course of the day without me. With Bella, I'd have to be more considerate in keeping her in the loop. Being a doctor was important to me, but being in a relationship with a doctor wasn't easy. In my line of work, calm nights change to mass chaos in a matter of minutes, and scheduled clock out times were rarely met. Overtime rarely bothered me, as I didn't physically tire, or need to eat three times a day, but time apart from Bella was something I was learning how to cope with. Normally, in a case such as this, I'd stay the night in my office to keep from having to drive home for a few hours before my new shift started, but with Bella waiting for me in OUR home, that route didn't appeal to me any longer. With a sigh of resignation, I dialed Bella's number.


"Hey, baby," I replied. "How's your day been?"

"Pretty boring, actually. I did get the closet cleaned out, and room made for your clothes. While I was cleaning, I found some lacy attire in a Victoria's Secret bag in the back of my closet. If you're a good boy, I'll model some of it for you when you get home in a bit. Will you be stopping by your house to get your clothes before you get here?"

Mother fucking hell.

"Bella, as much as I wish I could come home right the fuck now and ravish you in your lingerie, I won't be able to. There's been an injury accident on the Dan Ryan, and the incoming will be here within the half hour. I probably won't be home until much later tonight. I'm sorry, baby. I took a quick break long enough to call you."

Silence met my ears, and I wanted to roar in frustration. Why now, when our relationship was blossoming yet still so fucking fragile? I'd never considered giving up my chosen profession until this moment, and I was acutely close to walking out the glass doors so I could go home to my girl.

"Bella? Talk to me, sweetheart."

"I understand, Edward. You warned me this was a possibility, and I'll get used to the erratic schedule at some point. I'll go ahead and eat my dinner, and read a bit before bed. I won't lie and say I'm not disappointed, but I'll live. Remember, you promised to wake me when you get home."


"Yes, ma'am. I do my level best to get out of here before midnight. Was there anything blue in that Victoria's Secret bag?"

Bella giggled over the line.

"Yes there was. Why do you ask?"

"Put it on before you go to bed. For me, please?"

"Yes, Dr. Masen."

My pager vibrated in my pocket, and I groaned inwardly at ending the call, but it was what had to be done.

"Baby, I've got to go. I won't call you unless I have to, but I promise I WILL see you later. I love you."

"I love you, too. Hurry home to me."

I turned off my cell, and placed it in my desk drawer. No need to pack it around, as no one would be calling me at this hour. As I made my way back to the ER, I knew there was nothing more I could do now but my do my job, and try to save the lives arriving on multiple stretchers from being lost in the carnage. When that was done, I'd be free to go home to Bella, and lose myself in her presence.



There was nothing worth watching on the television, and I'd attempted to read a novel I'd found on my dresser, but even a well-written book couldn't hold my interest. I was lonesome, but I wasn't angry about the turn of events. How could I be? I'd never have met the wonderful man I fell so deeply in love with if I hadn't had my accident. He saved me, and I owed it to him to be a strong, understanding partner. I was disappointed, though. Our first night, cohabitating under one roof serving as home to both of us, was ruined. I knew Edward would hurry home as soon as possible, but I hadn't heard from him, and it was after nine o'clock.

I set my glasses and book on the coffee table and got up to lock the doors and all of the windows, as Edward requested, surprised to find several were indeed unlocked. Once the dishwasher was loaded, and the coffee pot was set, I shut out the lights, except the one in the foyer, grabbed my cell, and headed to my bedroom. I never took that nap after Edward left, and the strain of little sleep, and the events of the day were beginning to settle on me like a lead blanket. Stripping off the attire of the day from my body, I threw the clothes in my bathroom hamper, and set my cell on the vanity.

Once my nightly routine of a quick shower, lotion, and brushing my teeth was completed, I changed into the sheer, royal blue gown I'd set aside for tonight. It was long and sophisticated with ribbon-ties in the bodice, like that of a 1940's Hollywood starlet. Though it covered most of my skin, it left nothing to the imagination. I hoped Edward liked what he saw, because I needed him to need me tonight, as much as I needed water to survive. The ringing of my cell startled me from my daydreaming. I smiled, expecting it to be Edward, but when I looked at the screen I didn't recognize the phone number. It wasn't even a Chicago area code that I was aware of. Who could possibly be calling me at this time if night from an unknown number? Even telemarketers weren't allowed to call after nine at night, not that those low life scumbags wouldn't push the envelope. As the phone rang for the fourth time, I decided to answer. If it was some crackpot, I'd have someone to release my frustration on.



"Yes, this is Bella. Who am I talking to, please?"

I was met with the briefest of silence, before I heard a voice from my past.

"It's Amanda. Amanda Young."


A/N: A little shorter than my norm, but it was a good stopping place. A lot covered in a short amount of time. Bella has asked Edward to move in, and of course, he accepted. Her evening of seduction was thwarted by an accident requiring Doc to stay at work longer than he'd planned. And then, there's the phone call cliffy. Sorry about that, but that's a chapter all of its own. Hope you enjoy! Be sure to read, rec, and review, if you feel it in your heart to do so. Till we met again, T.