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Last month I said I wasn't sure if I was going to write anymore...that didn't happen, I guess.

ThatIsRiddik and killerlashes will always be my go-to girls, so thanks to them.

Chapters will be short and (hopefully) to the point.

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He's reaching, wishing, and hoping he's enough. Will she let him be just that?

Pulling Heaven Down – Meeting

Edward

"Dr. C? I've got a patient in room four for you. Sick baby, mom's a little freaked out. Think you can handle it?" Heidi asked as she flashed me a smile and handed me a chart.

"Of course. Why not? Babies are my specialty," I muttered as I quickly glanced at the chart and made my way to the exam room. Babies weren't really my specialty. Children kind of hated me, though I wasn't too sure why. My sister said it was because I was so serious all the time, which was hardly true. I was just focused. Really, really focused.

I cringed as I stepped into the room. A dark-haired woman was trying fruitlessly to quiet an equally dark-haired baby who was crying hysterically.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she crooned his name and kissed his head, but he continued to cry.

Harry?

"Um…Miss…" I flipped to front of the chart and read the baby's name again just as the woman turned to me.

Jacob Harrison Uley.

She turned just as I looked up and I met her frantic-looking eyes.

"Leah?"

"Edward!" she cried and clutched the baby tighter to her. "I didn't know- you're a doctor!" Leah's dark eyes were wide with surprise, though she knew I was in medical school. I observed her for a moment- short, sleek hair and high cheekbones. She looked tired, which I was sure had to do with the sick baby in her arms, but she was just as beautiful as I remembered. A blush crept up her neck and I laughed softly and stepped toward her, putting my hand on the top of Harry's messy black hair.

"Freshly graduated, actually." I smiled and gestured to the exam table in the middle of the room. "Tell me what's going on with this little guy."

Leah rattled off her son's symptoms while I took his vitals. His cries quieted to sniffles and he clung to his mother's shirt and looked up at me with her big, dark eyes. He looked more like Leah than Sam, and had to be almost a year old. I hadn't seen her in nearly that long, though I could remember the day perfectly.

It was the day I buried my best friend and her son's namesake, though I guess she and Sam decided against calling him Jacob.

"How long has he had a fever?" I asked.

"A few hours. I gave him the proper dose of Tylenol, but it wouldn't come down. That's why I came. Nothing seems to calm him," she said with a tired sigh.

"All right, don't worry. Looks like it's just a virus, but I'll get him set up with some fluids, okay?"

Just as I spoke, Harry coughed and then vomited all over the front of my shirt. I tried to step back, but it was no use.

"Oh, God!" Leah exclaimed and stepped forward to help me. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, trust me. Yesterday a homeless man peed on me. This is nothing." I tugged off my scrub shirt and tossed it in the trash, leaving me in a t-shirt, then grabbed a pair of gloves and started taking off Harry's soiled pajamas.

"You got…peed on?" Her nose wrinkled.

"Well, that's what I get for standing still too long in the emergency room, I guess," I teased and she smiled and shook her head. After I removed his pajamas, Leah lifted her son into her arms and kissed his head.

"I'm going to go get a nurse to get you set up; do you want to call Sam or anything?" I asked as I made my way to the door.

Her eyes met mine again and she didn't speak for a long moment. "No. Sam's not around," Leah finally answered. She turned away, blinking quickly and hugging her son tighter.

"Oh. Um, okay. Is there anyone I can call for you?"

"I'm okay. We're okay." Leah smiled, though it was forced, and I nodded.

I sent a nurse in to take care of Harry and give him a new pair of pajamas, and then set off to check on some other patients. I had been telling the truth when I told Leah I was "freshly graduated", and Harborview Medical Center was an excellent place to get started. I thought about Leah and Harry while I did my rounds and finally found myself back on the first floor looking for them.

"Moved to the children's wing, Dr. C," Heidi told me when she caught me frowning and walking out of the empty room. "Mom was dead on her feet, so we put them in a big room."

"Thanks, Heidi," I replied and set off in search of them.

I hadn't seen much of anyone since Jacob's funeral, but Leah and I were never that close to begin with. I didn't even know she had moved to Seattle. It surprised me because I didn't think she and Sam would ever leave La Push- their families were there. But then again, if Sam was out of the picture, maybe she was here on her own.

Of course, it was hard to be around the members of our old circle without him there, though Bella and I still had dinner every Friday night: me, her, and Willow, Bella and Jake's five-year-old daughter. It was hard to see Willow growing up without Jake, and I'd promised him I'd look after his girls. So I tried my best once a week to be there for the both of them.

When I finally found Leah, she was sitting in a rocker with Harry wrapped up in her arms, sleeping soundly.

"You got a new shirt," she said with a small smile.

"I did." I smiled back and reached out to brush Harry's hair from his forehead. "How's my patient?"

"Much better."

"And mom?"

"Also better," she laughed softly and I felt my smile grow.

"Good." I patted her hand. "I'll be in later, okay? Call a nurse if you need anything, and try and get some rest."

"Yes, Dr. Cullen."

"I mean it."

"Me too."

A few hours later I retuned to the room and found Leah curled up with Harry on the bed. I covered them both up, checked Harry's chart, and was walking out the door as Leah stirred and sat up.

"Edward?"

"Yeah?" I stepped back into the room and she took a deep breath.

"Thank you," Leah whispered and then sniffled quietly. I went to her quickly and pulled her into a tight hug. "I was so scared."

"I'm sorry," I told her because it was the only thing I thought to say and my mother told me that sometimes people just needed to hear it. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Not really." She gave me a watery smile and looked down at Harry. "It's been hard…since Jake's been gone, you know?"

"I know." I nodded and felt my throat tighten.

"You see Bella though, right?" Leah glanced up at me, almost as if she were trying to make sure I was keeping my promise.

"Yeah, every week."

"Good," she muttered. "That's good."

"I can call her if you want. Maybe she can come and sit with you?"

"No, that's okay. I don't want her to have Willow out of bed so late. We'll be fine," Leah reassured me.

"Okay." I frowned. "I'll be back before my shift ends, then."

A multi car accident tied me up in the ER later and I missed Harry being discharged. I thought about using Leah's personal information to contact her, but I didn't. Something about her showing up at my hospital set me off, though, especially after her comment about Sam.

He's not around. What did that even mean?

I thought about it for a few days until my dinner with Bella and Willow. They showed up at my apartment at six-thirty on the nose carrying Chinese food.

"We got those noodles that you like," Willow said as she grinned up at me. "And extra fortune cookies, too!"

"Best day ever!" I cried and swept her up into my arms. Bella smiled as her daughter giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Go wash up, little girl." I set Willow down on her feet and Bella turned to me almost immediately.

"I heard you ran into Leah."

"More like she ran into me." I shrugged and pulled out our plates and silverware. "Is Harry better?"

"Yeah, yeah he's great. It's her I'm worried about." Bella frowned and chewed on her thumbnail. I pulled her hand away from her mouth and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Because of the whole Sam thing?" I asked and she nodded. "What's going on?"

"No one really knows. She just packed up and left one day and ended up here with a job and an apartment, almost like she'd been planning it."

"All clean, Mommy!" Willow announced as she bounded back into the kitchen. We dropped the subject of Leah for the time being, though I couldn't help but think about why she'd moved to a big city all alone with an infant and then tell me that her husband "wasn't around".

I was curious, but even more than that…I was worried about her. Something about our brief conversations led me to think that the situation was far worse than anyone knew, and that Leah was keeping something from everyone.