BPOV

                We were sitting in the living room. I was seated quite comfortable on his lap, nestled against his rock hard chest. The sunlight streamed through the window causing our skin to cast glimmers on the walls. We had spent all morning getting reacquainted.

                “So what have you been doing?” He asked me. We were still in my room.

                “Nothing.”

                “Liar.” He teased, kissing my nose.

                “You’re right, I’ve basically just stuck around Forks I found that I couldn’t let go. Plus there’s-there was Charlie.”

                “You’ve stayed in Forks the whole time?”

                “Well, I went to college, like you wanted.” He gave me a blinding smile. I began to list my various degrees of education and other so called accomplishments.

                “You never cease to amaze me, Isabella.” He held me closer.

                “So what have you been doing?” I was honestly curious. What had kept him away from Forks for so long?

                “I was lost without you. I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t done anything for years. Bella, I haven’t even played the piano in 50 years.” My eyes widened.

                “Play for m.” I whispered in his ear. Lifting me like I weighed nothing, he ran down the stairs, and carried me to the piano bench.

                “Why do you have a piano?” He asked me as he settled me on the bench next to him. I snuggled close to him.

                “Davin plays.” He was silent, knowing there was more. “And I might have taken a few lessons.” He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the keys. “You first.” He put his hand to the keys. His eyes stayed on me, filled with love, as he began to play my lullaby. I felt my eyes sting with unshedable tears.

He must have seen the glitter of love in my eyes because his smiled. He was so beautiful. Every feature of his face was a thousand times more beautiful than I had remembered. I had never truly appreciated him before. He was perfection personified. I found myself waiting to catch every note; to immerse myself in this gift. His hand flew over the keys so quickly, never missing a beat.