I obviously have issues with quitting things. Stephanie owns all names and things. Killerlashes aids and abets all this, so I blame her too. Also, I have no idea where this story is going. Your guess is as good as mine.

Everything About You – Chapter One

Edward drummed his fingers absently on the mahogany table and looked around the room, wondering if anyone would notice if he slipped out for a few minutes. It would just be a few minutes so he could have a conversation that was six years in the making. Maybe even six years too late. After a quick scan, he realized that no one was worried about him with so much else going on around them, so he stood and crossed to the door.

"Emmett, your brother's being stupid," he heard his sister-in-law say from behind him.

"Jesus, Bella. There're thirty people in this house, I just need some air." Edward tried to defend himself as his brother entered the foyer behind his wife.

"What kind of air?" Emmett asked suspiciously.

Edward sighed, shooting a glare at the slim brunette with the smug smile on her face.

"A nice sea breeze, perhaps?" she teased.

He rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets and avoiding her gaze.

"I just need…" His voice trailed off before the end of his sentence, knowing that he really didn't have to explain to Emmett where he was going or just exactly what he was doing. Emmett gave his younger brother a nod, because of course he knew.

"Go. We'll hold it down here."

"Emmett!" Bella hissed, and he wrapped a muscular arm around his wife.

"He needs to go, Bells. You know he does."

She sighed and let her gaze fall on Edward, standing quietly in the foyer with his hand rested on the doorknob.

"Don't do anything stupid, Edward," she whispered with just a hint of affection in her voice.

Edward grinned. "You overestimate me, dear Bella," he said with a wink, and then slipped out the door.

"Your brother's an idiot," she whispered before kissing her husband's cheek and walking away.

"Yeah, but you gotta love the poor bastard," Emmett called, shaking his head and really hoping that letting Edward go was the right thing to do.


He drove cautiously through the streets of La Push, fingers drumming nervously again, only on the steering wheel this time. It wasn't like he didn't know where he was going, because he had been there many times before. Mostly during his high school days did Edward travel the few miles that stretched between Forks and La Push, but it was always for the same reason.

To see her.

The gravel crunched beneath the tires of his car as he pulled into the driveway of a little yellow house. He opened the door slowly, hearing his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.

Edward was barely up the driveway when the front door opened. His breath caught as she walked down the steps to meet him.

She smiled and his throat tightened.

"I've been wondering when you'd get here," she said softly.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," he replied.

"You look good," she observed, taking a step closer. He did the same until he was on the bottom step and she was one up, making them eye-to-eye with each other.

"Are you trying to sweet-talk me, Clearwater?" he smirked, and she shoved his shoulder. He caught her hand and pulled her into his arms, noting to himself how she still fit perfectly in them with her head rested in the crook of his neck and her arms tucked up against him.

"Some things never change," she whispered with her lips close to his ear.

"Mommy?" The little interruption behind them caused Edward to pull away, his eyes wide.

"And some things do," Edward replied.

Leah smiled and stepped back onto the porch, taking the little girl's hand in her own and lifting it to her lips to kiss.

"Grandma says the cookies are done. Can I have one?" she asked, glancing at her mother and then at Edward.

"Just one. It's too close to dinner, okay?"

"Okay…who are you?" The little girl stepped away from her mother and looked up at Edward with wide brown eyes.

He quickly knelt down and held out his hand. "I'm Edward. Who are you?"

She eyed him for a moment before slipping her little hand into his. "I'm Sunny."

"I bet your mom sings 'You Are My Sunshine' to you all the time, doesn't she?" he asked with a little smile.

"Hey! How did you know that?" Sunny stuck her little hands on her hips and stared at Edward.

"I know your mom," he shrugged.

"Really? You're friends with my mommy? I've never met you before."

"I haven't seen her in a long time, so I thought I'd come by," Edward explained.

"Oh. Were you her boyfriend? Mommy doesn't have a boyfriend now, did you know that?"

"Okay, okay," Leah interrupted, as Edward laughed and stood up quickly. "Get back inside, little lady. Tell Grandma I'll be right there." She scooted her daughter back inside. "Kids…"

"I guess I wouldn't know," Edward said quietly. His eyes were trained on the front door that Sunny had left open, a wistful expression on his face. After a moment he turned back to her with a question burning in his deep green eyes- a question she knew he would be asking.

"She's not yours, Edward," Leah explained before the words could even form in his mind. "You know…you know I lost our baby. You were there."

Edward sighed and turned away from her gaze as pain shot through him. He had been there…and he remembered all too well holding her close as the doctors explained what had happened. He remembered how hard it had been to hold them together in months following the miscarriage. How he had tried to talk her out of leaving…and how it hadn't worked.

"I guess a guy can dream," he said as he gave her a little half-smile.

"Edward…" Leah shook her head. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, running a hand through his copper hair and glancing around anxiously. "I just needed to see you before…you know."

"Before you get married tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Before that."