Finding Love Through Music

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Okay, new story...very close to my life. Kind of. (Okay, not this part.) I'm humbled by the reviews and responses that this story has already received. The alerts, reviews and hits are truly humbling. Thank you so much for taking the time read the ramblings from the depths of my brain. Much love to all of you!

Also, none of this belongs to me. Never will. I just like to play with the characters created by Stephenie Meyer.

*Angst Warning*

Chapter Twenty-Seven

BPOV

"Edward, I don't understand why we're flying first class. The flight is only an hour and half long," I grumbled from my spot in my wheelchair.

"You need more room since you have a boot and you're injured," Edward chided. Dr. Martinez kept me for another three days after I initially woke up from my 'coma.' They wanted to make sure that I was stable before I had to endure a journey home. "Be grateful I didn't make arrangements for private jet, Bella."

"You wouldn't," I said as I twisted, looking at him. Ow. Remember? Ribs? Yeah, they're broken, idiot.

"I was on the phone when Charlie swiped it away from me and told me that you would kick my ever-loving ass if I did that," Edward winked.

"Way to throw me under the bus, Cullen," Charlie grumbled good-naturedly as he strode next to Edward. "Seriously, Bells, he was making arrangements for a private jet and a helicopter to chopper you back to your house."

"I want to ensure your safety," he said, gripping the handles of my wheelchair tightly. "If I hired the best pilots, I had some control over the situation. I'm sorry." We reached the gate where the rest of our family was sitting. Carlisle must have noticed something and he gestured to Edward. "No, Dad. I need to stay."

"Come on, Edward. Let's get some coffee," Carlisle said. The tone in his voice indicated that he meant business.

"Fine," Edward sighed. He crouched in front of me and it was nice to see his face again. I pretty much forced him to shave his beard once Dr. Martinez left. He willingly obliged, saying he felt like Grizzly Adams. "Will you be okay, love?"

"I'll be fine, Edward," I said as I cupped his cheek with my right hand. My left hand was strapped to my chest with a sling since it was so horrendously broken. "My dad'll be here along with the rest of your family. Go have some coffee with your dad."

He took my face in his hands and gently rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes were filled so much sadness and doubt. He also carried a fair amount of guilt as well. "Okay, love," he whispered. "I love you. I'll be right back. Call me if you need me, okay?"

"I will," I said as I kissed his hand, pressing my cheek into his palm. "I love you, too, Edward." He sighed and pressed a tentative kiss to my lips. He got up and left with his dad, shooting me one more worried glance until Carlisle dragged him away by his elbow.

"He was a mess, Bella," Rose whispered. "I've never seen him as broken up when we found out that you were taken from the high school. My calm, cool, collected brother-in-law was lost without you. He's still a mess. Now he's afraid that you're going to implode from what you're feeling now."

"Everything is so raw, Rose," I sighed. "I mean, I hurt tremendously. There is no part of my body that isn't sore. Couple that with the nausea of morning sickness. It's not easy."

"Were you trying to get pregnant?" Emmett asked as he leaned forward.

"We weren't actively stopping it," I shrugged. "I mean, I was on birth control when I came out here but I let my prescription lapse because honestly, I was too busy to go to the doctor. I was told that after what happened with Mattie, getting pregnant would be a challenge and that maintaining the pregnancy would be hard work." I put my hand on my belly, trying to protect our little bean that was in my womb.