“Love you, too.” I whispered back to him, before hanging up. Edward gave me a little time to compose myself before tapping lightly on the door.

“Urmm, correct me if I am wrong,” I began as he carefully poked his head around the door, “But isn’t this your room?”

“It’s our room, what’s mine is yours.”

“And what’s mine is yours.” I finished, pulling him closer to me. “Can you get me out of here?” I begged. He looked down at me with his adoring eyes looked at me, sympathetically. “Just out around the house, for a walk perhaps.” His arms welded around me, supported my whole as he gently lifted me up from his luxurious king size cream bed and placed me on my feet. Still with one hand on the shawl of my back and the other tightly fixed on my arm, we made it to the stairs. His eyes looked at the stairs cautiously and then back to me.

“I need to do this, by myself.” I told him, removing his uncooperative arms off of my body. I slowly and steadily walked over to the banister and shimmied down the steps, one at a time, nice and slow.

“Hey! Look at you up and about!” Emmett’s voice boomed at me as I made it half way down.

“Bella, honey. Are you sure you’re ready to be up? You have suffered a nasty accident. You need rest, my love.” I lovely looked up from concentrating on my steps and not falling over to see my extended family waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you, Esme. I’m fine. I can’t sit in that room any more, I need to get up, get out.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Have a seat.” Esme took my hands in hers and sat me on the plush cream leather couche. She gentle placed my feet up too and Edward positioned himself behind me, acting as a cushion. He handed me the control to the 52” flat screen television hanging above the fire place and everyone went on to do their daily routine. I started to flick through the endless numbers of channels until settling on ‘The Flintstones’.

“Are you serious?” Emmett mocked as he plunged into his usual spot.