Ok once again, I'm sorry for delay, I've been out of town for the summer and only now got my laptop mailed to me. So here's the next chapter for the story, I hope you like it.

I woke up about an hour later, completely starving. "Edward?" I asked, not feeling him against me. He'd been on the couch with me a minute ago, where was he?

"Calm down Bella," I heard from the door, "I was just getting you some breakfast." He was carrying a silver tray, with a single red rose in a vase. A few crackers and some red liquid were the meal. I stared at the red stuff.

"It's Gatorade Bella," Edward said, rolling his eyes, "Emmett thought the red would be funny."

I laughed a little, and Edward placed the tray in my lap.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get more elaborate," he said, "but Carlisle thought this would be best. He didn't think your stomach was quite ready for whole grain pancakes or Brazilian bacon. I couldn't find any good crackers at the Safeway, so I had to go with plain Saltines. The red Gatorade seemed to be the most popular, and I'd seen Charlie drink it before. I can go back for another flavor if you'd rather…"

"Red is fine, Edward," I said, taking a sip, "Thank you."

"Drink slowly," he reminded me, "We don't know how your stomach will react yet."

I munched on the three crackers, glad to finally be eating. I felt fine, but it was better to be on the safe side.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Edward called from the couch, and Dr. Cullen walked in.

"Hello Bella," he said amiably, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," I responded. He took my temperature, and asked me a couple of other questions. When Carlisle saw what I was wearing, he looked a little shocked but didn't say anything.

"Well Bella," he said when he was done, "I think you just had he 24 hour bug. It seems like you're pretty much better, but I'd like you stay here for one more night, just to make sure. Edward," he turned to his son, "Keep giving her three or four crackers and a bit of Gatorade every hour. Just make sure she gets some rest today."

"Thanks," we said at the same time, then laughed.

Once Carlisle left, Edward turned to me. "Would you like to see some of the old scrapbooks?" he asked, and I nodded. I was eager to see pictures of the family in period outfits.

"Here you are dear," Esme was by my side in an instant with a stack of albums, and even yearbooks.

"Gah," I cried, "I'm never going to get used to that." The vampire hearing and speed was so disconcerting some times.

"I'll just let you two be," Esme said, subtly sneaking away to give us some privacy.

Edward took the book on the top, rolling his eyes. "Ah, the Riddle High yearbook from the 70's. A decade I wish I never lived through, especially with Alice. She was insistent we follow the trends to blend in. of course, now we realize she'd want the pictures for blackmail." He opened the book, pointing to a picture. I gasped. All of the Cullen kids were sitting around a cafeteria table. Alice was wearing jeans and a white peasant top with a wrap around floral head band. Edward was wearing bell bottoms and an open paisley shirt. "Oh wow," I said, laughing a little bit.

We continued to laugh at the pictures and the kooky outfits. My personal favorite was the eighties hair band look. Seeing Edward in black leather pants was hysterical. It was nice to be with Edward, he made me feel better.

So this is goodbye my loyal readers. I hope you have enjoyed this story, please leave one final review. I only need eleven more to hit the triple digits! I have a poll on my profile asking which one of my stories you think I should work on next, go vote!