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Epilogue – I love you

It took me a few days to settle in to my new home. I didn't have much stuff and some of my things were still in my old room, but I hadn't had the courage to go get them yet. Still, living with Victoria was pretty weird. Not awful, but weird.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve; I had been living with Victoria for a couple of days when mom called. I hadn't heard from her since the last time we saw, when winter break had just begun.

"What do you want?" I asked. Maybe I was a little too harsh but it was morning and I was grumpy.

"I wanted to apologize," mom said.

"Okay."

"You're not making it easy on me."

"Should I?" I asked.

"Listen, Bella," mom said. "Maybe I was a bit too harsh last time we spoke. But you just really surprised me. It didn't seem fair at the time, that but of course I understand that it's your decision."

"Yeah," I said. And then after a while: "It doesn't make you any less my mother. I'm just not living with you right now. I think you and dad should figure out your stuff on your own for a while. Getting help to his drinking might also help."

"After you left, I really had to think this trough," mom sighed. "And I think you're right. It's not fair for you. I just don't want to lose you."

"You're not losing me," I said, hesitating a little. To be honest, I didn't know if that was true. I had been feeling like I've lost my mom for years now. But maybe I hadn't. Maybe there was a way to fix it all, I didn't know.

"I know. You really had me thinking about things. I realized that the best way to ensure I am going to lose you is trying to posses you. I just want you to be happy."

I didn't know what to say to that.

"So Bella, you could come home for Christmas."

"Mom –"

She must have understood my tone of voice because she interrupted me with a calming voice. "I don't mean that you'd stay here if you don't want to. You don't have to even sleep over if you don't want to. It's just… it doesn't feel much like Christmas without you."

I sighed. Victoria had asked about the same thing after I'd moved in, but I didn't really want to spend Christmas with neither of them. I was still a bit unsure about how Esme and Carlisle would react – even though Edward kept telling me they were more than happy – but after this fall I knew where I wanted to spent this Christmas. And when even Alice had agreed to come with me, even though Jasper and they weren't together anymore, it had seemed like the best option.

"I already have plans for Christmas," I said.

For a while I thought mom was going to argue, but then she just sighed. "Fine then."

"But maybe I could drop by tomorrow," I said.

"That would be really nice," mom said.

"So are we all right then?" I asked, hesitating.

"As far as I'm concerned," mom said. "If you think you can forgive me."

"I'm working on it." I smiled. "By the way, mom. I love you, too."

I hung up and sat down on the bed. I felt all right. I was sure that mom and my relationship would never again be the way it used to be and honestly I didn't even know if dad and I had any relationship at all right now, but somehow I had the feeling that it would be all right. Sometimes I still felt like I had lost them forever; that I could never again trust them, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe I didn't need to. Because I still had people who cared about me, especially with Alice and Edward I felt like they were my family. After all, they were the people who had been by my side even when I had tried my best to push them away and it was so much more than I could say from my parents.

So I didn't know what would happen with them, I guess there was no way of knowing, except wait and see. But I felt okay.

Edward, Alice and I went to Jasper's place before everyone else came to help their parents with food and everything. And as Emmett had said it was quite a disaster but it was also kind of fun. The Christmas party was surprisingly nice too, Edward's aunts were nice and they seemed to like me. The food was good and everyone was laughing, they looked like a family, like they belonged together. I couldn't help thinking this was how a Christmas should look. Even Alice seemed to have fun; she had been reacting pretty well in Jasper. Despite sometimes having that sad look in her face, she seemed to be fine with being friends with Jasper.

The clock was well over midnight when Edward and I finally left with Esme and Carlisle. Carlisle and Esme were chatting in the front and I leaned my head against Edward's shoulder in the back seat. Once we got to Edward's place we said good night to Esme and Carlisle and went upstairs to Edward's room.

"Are you tired?" Edward asked.

I shook my head, even though it was late, I didn't feel like going to bed already. It was Christmas night after all.

"Good." Edward grinned.

"Why? Do you want to do something special?" I asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah," Edward said. "I have a Christmas present for you. You're going to get your real present tomorrow, but I have another one."

I sat down on the bed and to my surprise Edward reached out and grabbed his guitar from the top of his shelf. "Remember the first time you were in my room? You asked me to play for you some time."

I nodded, smiling.

"Come on," Edward said and opened the window.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"We're going to climb on the roof," Edward said.

"Oh no." I shook my head. "We are so not doing that."

I don't know how he managed it, but a few minutes later the two of us and his guitar were on the roof. It was absolutely beautiful. It was cloudy, so there weren't any start in the sky, but the moon was almost full.

"It was worth it, right?" Edward asked, looking at me.

I just smiled and sat down on the edge of the roof, thinking about what Esme and Carlisle would say if they knew what we were doing.

"You wanna hear the song?" Edward asked.

"Yeah."

"But you have to promise to never tell Emmett about this. Or I might have to kill you," Edward said.

"Romantic." I grinned.

Edward chuckled and then started playing. I recognized the song almost immediately; it was Wonderwall by one of my favorite bands, Oasis. I remembered listening to their CD with Edward one time.

Edward caught me totally off guard; I never knew he could sing like that. Suddenly there was nothing else than he and I in the whole world. Seeing him like this, the dim moonlight on his face, a small smile playing on his lips, and the way he looked at me, like he meant every word he sung.

"There are many things that I would like to say to you

But I don't know how

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all

You're my Wonderwall."

I think, for the first time, it made me realize that he really did love me. Even though the whole moment was completely unreal, like from a movie, or something, it was weirdly more real than anything. Edward was here with me and he loved me. Despite all the times we had messed up, despite all my mistakes – or maybe because of them – he loved me.

He ended the song and looked at me. "What do you think?"

I wasn't sure I was able to speak just yet without crying, so I just smiled at him and kissed him gently on the lips. I think he understood what I meant.

"I never knew you could sing like that," I whispered finally.

He kissed me again, so sweetly it took my breath away. I kept wondering if I would ever get used to his kisses – I hopped not. When he pulled away from me, my answer to his kiss was very simple, only three words. But sometimes the best things are like that, simple.

"I love you."