A Fresh Start

The Bean

Author's Note: I own nothing. I just like to play with the characters that were created by Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

Also, thank you for those of who have commented and offered well-wishes in my difficult time. It means a lot to me. Writing these stories has been my strength (as silly as that sounds) and has grounded me.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It means so much to me. More than you can imagine. These stories (this one in particular) are my babies and I adore the reviews and comments I receive. Much, much love to ALL of you!

I'm thinking that this bad boy will be wrapped up in two or so chapters. Plus an epilogue. So, we are nearing the end, my friends.

Chapter 44: The Bean

Edward needs to be sainted. I mean, really. He's so patient. So kind. So loving. So...gah! I can't even describe his perfection. After the intervention, I picked up my therapy sessions. I also took to writing. The journal that Edward gave me for our wedding was almost half full with my mutterings. I was still a mess, but at least the guilt wasn't all consuming. He was slowly recuperating, too. He only needed one crutch to move around and that was only when he was physically tired. With all of the drama, my mental instabilities, his physical recuperation, the man deserves a place to the right side of Jesus. He's amazing.

Edward and I also reconnected. He took me away over the weekend that was supposed to be my show. We went to a small bed and breakfast, just being us. Away from our families. Away from the excitement. Just relearning how to be together. We didn't make love. Edward wanted to, but when we tried, his leg cramped up. I also was freaked out by the scar and how it got there. Edward spent an hour trying to get me to calm down. Through the bathroom door. I eventually opened up and he held me as I cried most of the night. I hated this. I hated that Mike still had so much control over me and he was fucking dead. Asshat.

It was nearly two weeks since the show. It had gotten rave reviews. I was proud of the kids, but saddened that I couldn't be there. However, Mrs. Cope told the students that I had a family emergency that needed to be attended to and couldn't get out of it. It was partially true. It was a family matter, but not necessarily an emergency. Edward would beg to differ. He insisted that my mental health was definitely important and maintaining my happiness was most assuredly an emergency.

The school year was winding down and I thought back at how different my life was from last year. I was separated from my husband and preparing to move out of my home. Now, I'm remarried to a saint and pregnant with my first child. Talk about an 180 degree turn around. I was sitting at my desk and grading my 8th grader's memoir scrapbooks. It was an idea that Rose had and we both decided to do it. It turned out really well and was going to be a treasured keepsake for them. But it was a pain in the ass to grade. I didn't want to lug 60 scrapbooks to my car. So, I stayed at work until I had them graded. Edward was working late, anyway. He was finally able to return to work as a doctor and he was making up for his absence. I finished my grading and put the scrapbooks on my shelf in my classroom. As I was cleaning up, I got a text from Edward.

Meet me at La Bella Italia, beautiful wife of mine – Edward

Why, pray tell? – Bella

Surprise ;-) – Edward

You know how I feel about surprises, Edward Anthony Masen – Bella

You'll like this one, beautiful wife – Edward

I'll be there soon. Just leaving work. – Bella