Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the original characters.

Special thanks to: Nancy, Lotty, Loopy Lou, Vanya - you know it, ladies, you're extraordinary.

A/N: To my precious readers: Thank you for being with me while I posted the "Visits With My Shrink" story. This is the sequel. Make sure you have read "The Vulture Gang" outtake first, before we go on with present time.

A Message From My Shrink Chapter 1

"You still can't manage to recall anything from the accident, Edward?"

"You know I remember almost nothing, just the sound of the screeching metal around me. I still don't remember seeing that car or the woman who died."

"Yes, I thought so. That memory is probably constantly wiped from your mind. This is what I call a good coincidence; it would be killing you if you remembered."

Dr. Cullen's pager buzzes, and he looks at the tiny screen.

"Edward," he starts, and then keeps quiet for a few moments.

Something is telling me our session is over now, a bit too quickly.

"I should go. I have a visitor. You can stay here or you can leave, it's up to you."

I'd rather not leave, I can wait. The chair is really comfortable. I'm drowsy.

Silver and white rays of blurry sunlight blind me, and my mind drifts away… So cozy and warm, so warm… I'm experiencing immense pleasure; softness and moisture, heat and fireworks, beauty, pure bliss...

"I love you, Jasper."

"And I love you, Edward."

I can die now. Who could ask for a better death?

I'm not dead, of course. I've been dreaming. The hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality.

Cruel, isn't it?

"So, you're still here." Dr. Cullen takes his place behind the desk. "Sorry for interrupting our session. We can continue, if you want to."

I rise to my feet, feeling a bit groggy and unstable.

"I thought our session was over."

"Why did you stay, then?"

"I don't know exactly, doctor. I like it here. I like the feeling of unloading a burden. I get this feeling every time I'm in that chair." I point to the leather covered seat. I'll miss it. "I breath easier after every session."

"That means I am doing my job well. I have a very important last question for you, though."

"What else do you want to know, doctor? I've already told you everything."

"Just one last thing, Edward, and I must admit I'm more curious as your friend, and not your therapist." He holds his breath and waits for my affirming nod. "Do you plan on meeting Jasper? After you're free?"

Do I plan on meeting him? No. Do I hope? Yes. Yes. And it is going to happen, someday.

~""~

They are waiting for me in the parking lot, like in my dream, but Mom is not here. It's Emmett and Rosalie - a very pregnant Rosalie. She hugs me, her big belly standing in our way, and it's my first opportunity to congratulate her.

"Hey, Rosie. Sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding with my busy schedule. Congrats. And for the baby, too."

She gives me a sad smile and nods. My wedding joke is not funny.

"Thanks, Edward. We're gonna have a little man. Emmett's already got him his first baseball cap, with a big J on the front. We've decided to name him after his uncle."

"Emmett's going to be a great dad. I've thought that since the first time when you... shit, sorry. Didn't mean to be rude."

"It's okay, Edward. We're happy now. The little one will be born in three weeks, no worries."

And I will probably be seeing the uncle then. I'm going to be there when Emmett becomes a father. The uncle will probably be there when his sister gives birth to his nephew. Shit. I have three weeks.

"Come here, man." Emmett's booming voice interrupts my thoughts. He gently pushes Rosalie aside and stands in front of me. "Good to have you back, dude, good to have you back. You look like a ghost, by the way."

"You're not going to offer me sunglasses?"

"Why should I? Oh, never thought of that… sorry, do you need mine?" Emmett scratches at his head, apparently not getting it.

"Nah, don't worry. Something just popped up. Thought you might ask if I was becoming photosensitive."

Yeah, not funny. Emmett flashes a suspicious grin and heads for the Jeep.

Fuck, what am I gonna do with my life now?

~""~

And it ends up being not three weeks, but two.

My phone rings late Tuesday afternoon, and Emmett's excited voice shouts in the receiver, "It's time, the baby is coming! We're in the hospital, Rosie's water broke!"

I'm so not prepared.

During the last couple of weeks, I've kept my hands and my mind busy redecorating my room. There are new shelves installed, and I've been stockpiling books, mainly textbooks. I'm looking forward to my GED exam. And I'll be looking for a job, if anyone will employ me with my prison record.

I have yet to re-bond with my Mom, though she tries to act normal and be sympathetic. I know she wants to make things better. "My son," she tells me, "my beautiful son. I can't believe you're back." I can't believe I'm back, either.

Alice and Bella visited once. I cried once more, but this time I listened to their story. Now I know how much in love they are, spitting on people's narrow minds. Bella tells me she spilled my secret to Alice on a drunken night.

"I can't be mad at you, Bella, not after what we've been through. I owe you my sanity, you know. You and Dr. Cullen. I'm only mad at you for drinking, and you know why."

"I know Edward, I know." A tear rolls down her cheek, and I know we're good. I love that girl in a special way.

I force myself not to think about him. I avoid his name. I haven't said it out loud since I don't know when, and now I'm blocking it from my thoughts, too. I've made a promise to myself to think of a strategy for our meeting before my three weeks are gone, but here comes the news of Rosie in labor, and the strategy has not even started to appear in my mind.

Shit! What do I wear? What do I say? What do I do?

I'm not going. That's it, I'm not going.

I'm so not prepared.

A/N: Are you staying for the rest of it?