So I'm a big giant idiot...I had half of this chapter written when my computer took a leap of faith and died. So I have to write this one over, plus I was mondo busy and totally neglected all of you! I'm sorrryyyyyy! I admit it, I'm a idiot. Feel free to tell me that when I hope you review this. Well, onto the story we go! Review please and let me know you forgive me...hopefully! :) PLEASE...I know it took me practically 5 months, but I want to put that past us! See you much sooner I hope!

I suddenly found myself surrounded by all my closest family members, taking me into their arms and offering me the comfort I needed. I didn't even get to see their faces before I was passed onto the next person's loving embrace. I spotted Esme off in the corner holding my baby girl and rushed over there quickly, scooping up Sophie in my arms and hugging her tight.

She babbled quietly and gave me a messy smooch on my cheek when I asked her to. "I missed you Sophie, so much. Did you have fun with your grandma and grandpa, sweetie?" I bounced her while she sucked on her thumb and nuzzled her head into my shoulder.

"Thank you Esme, I really appreciate you taking her last minute. Tell Carlisle the same also, please." I was thankful I had family members willing to take my daughter at the drop of a hat, no questions asked.

"It's no problem at all dear. You're family, no matter what. Anyways, we'd love to get more time with our grandbaby."
"No problems with her I hope?" I never really had to worry about Sophie, but I thought I'd make sure.

"Of course not, no problems. She was an angel." I smiled, and nodded.

"Good." I then addressed everyone. "Do I need to brief everyone on what's going on or was everyone updated?"

"We know Bells, no need to relive it. We are all here for you. Even though Edward is my brother, you're still my sister. No matter what problems you two are having. I think I speak for everyone in the Cullen family." Emmett said, and gave me another big hug. Without even noticing, tears were forming in my eyes again.

"You know, I really appreciate this you guys. You're my second family and I don't know what I'd do without you guys." Everyone nodded, and in our little way we all understood how much we were all important to one another. I would miss this friendship and support the most after the divorce. If the divorce was even going to happen anymore…

I was determined to stand my ground, but I knew seeing Edward lying helpless in the bed would diminish my resolve more than it already had. I would take this one step at a time and see what the situation threw at me before making any more rash decisions.

A few hours later, I sat in Edward's room after going home to eat dinner with Sophie. I knew that Edward was set to be woken up soon, and I was determined to be the first face he saw, just so I knew he was alright. I turned out of my daze when I heard a knock on the door. Edward's doctor was standing there, and I motioned for him to come in.

"Hello again Mrs. Cullen. After we took more scans, we determined that Edward's condition was stable enough to take him out of his comatose state. We would like to do that within the next hour. Would you like to be here for it or not?"

"I would like to be actually." I said, rather quickly.

"I'll just go through the general procedure and everything I need to. We are ready to take him out of the coma, Mrs. Cullen. These things aren't instantaneous and can take a few minutes to a few hours. Remember, he may be dazed and disoriented and could potentially have memory loss. Just go with what he says and don't try to correct him, as this may make him angry. We'll just play it by ear and see what happens. Do you have any questions?"

"None that I can think of." I racked my brain for anything I need to know, coming up short, producing one question. "Will he be in pain when he wakes up?"

"We have his pain medication regulated. We will ask him if he feels any pain when he wakes up and to rate it. This way we know whether or not to give him a higher dosage."

I nodded, and watched as nurses trickled in next to the doctor, tinkering with Edward's IV. An hour had passed. The nurse's had told me to press the call button when he opened his eyes. They also told me not to let him speak, as he had a tube in his throat.

I glanced up every few seconds from my magazine, unable to focus. A few minutes had passed after the hour, and his eyes started to flutter open. I rushed to his side, and pressed the button.

"Don't try to speak, babe. You've got a tube in your throat. The doctor is coming."

A few seconds later, the doctor and nurses came rushing in. He quickly had the tube taken out before he was getting water chips to soothe his dry throat. His eyes were fully open and he was alert after this.

"Wha-what happened? Why am I in the hospital?" Edward said anxiously, before glancing around the room and settling on my face.

"You were in a car accident. There was brain swelling and you have a concussion. We induced you in a coma to help." The doctor then shined a light in his face, checking his vitals I assumed. "Can you tell me your name and birthday?"

"Uh, December 23rd. And Edward, Edward Cullen." He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded.

"That's right, now can you tell me who the current president is?" The doctor asked. He assured me beforehand that these tests were to gauge memory loss.

"Obama." He looked down to my belly, and a look of shock ran across his face before the doctor could ask the final question, what day and year it was. "Were you in the crash, Bella? Why is your stomach flat? Oh god, what happened to the baby? Did we lose her in the crash?" He looked panicky and unsure if he wanted to hear the answer he thought would be bad. His eyes formed tears and I wanted so bad to correct him. I remembered what the doctor said, and didn't want to correct his current reality.

I looked to the doctor, and he nodded as reassurance that I could answer him. "No, Edward. I wasn't in the car with you when you got hit. I'm not pregnant anymore; I haven't been for a while. Our baby was born almost a year ago. Don't you remember her?" I wanted to cry, for the fact that Edward lost all memory of the last year, maybe even more than that.

"I don't know what you're talking about Bella. You should be 8 months pregnant right now. What's going on? WHY don't I remember?" He looked so confused and hurt, not knowing what was going on.

The doctor stepped next to his bed. "The brain injury that you incurred may have affected your memory. We will keep you under close observation and you should regain full memory. Don't worry Edward; we will take good care of you. Is there anything you need?"

"No, I'd like to rest though. I'm tired." The nurses and doctors all left, and I was ready to follow them until I heard, "Can you stay Bella?"

I shut the door behind the doctors and turned around, returning to my seat next to his bed. "Can I see her, our baby I mean? What's her name?"

"We decided on Sophie when she was born. Her birthday is November 25th, so we didn't get to have Thanksgiving dinner with the rest of the family because she was born the day before. It snowed that day for the first time since last winter, and you said it was perfect because I love the snow. She was 7 pounds 4 ounces and 20 inches long. Here's a picture of us after she was born." I pulled out my phone and found the picture, the one that Edward looked glorious in and I looked like crap, fresh from birthing a child. Sophie with her full head of hair was between us, Edward cuddling her in his arms.

"She's beautiful. She looks so much like you, baby. Do you have a more recent one?" I nodded, and was taken aback. I hadn't heard a pet name from Edward in a while; much less feel intimate with him for the first time in almost a year.

I found one that I had taken a week ago, with Sophie dressed in a pretty pink polka dotted dress that she got from her Grandma and Grandpa Swan. "She's so beautiful. We really do make cute kids, don't we?" He put his hand on the back of my head and gently pulled my face close to his. "I don't want to feel like I could lose you ever again." He touched his lips to mine, and I reveled in the feeling before getting up and distancing myself from him.

"I, uh, I have to go. I should go home and spend time with Sophie. I haven't really been home very long in almost two days. Would you like to see Sophie tomorrow? I can bring her over."

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow then." He said confused, not knowing what just happened.

"Okay." I ran out of there and quickly went to my car, tears streaming down my face as soon as I sat down. He didn't remember our baby, or our life, or even the fact that he cheated on me and this marriage was practically over. I didn't want to clue him in to that secret either, which made me a coward. I couldn't have everything I wanted, but I didn't know how to tell someone that lost almost the past year of memories that I wanted a divorce. I needed to figure it out, and it wasn't going to be solved by sitting and crying my eyes out in the car.

I found my parents as well as Edward's at my house when I arrived, and told them I would clue them in tomorrow morning. They agreed, but looked skeptical as they took in my puffy, red eyes. Sophie was already in her crib, and I kissed her forehead before collapsing in bed.