ok, hi! this is a one shot of how Edward felt when Bella changed from her old sweats to her new pyjamas. I took a break from my other fanfic to write it so i hope you like it! hehe:)

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New Pyjamas

Last night Bella told me she was getting new pyjamas. I was flabbergasted. I loved her pyjamas, if you could call them pyjamas. They were really just holey sweats that she slept in, but I loved them. They looked cute on her, well really anything looks cute on her, but these looked especially cute. Why would she ever want to change them?

"Why?" I asked, once again wishing I could read her mind.

"Because it's not fair," she said, "you look like a Greek God all the time and I… well…don't: and I'll have no chance of looking anything like good standing next to you wearing ugly sweats."

If I was expecting anything, it was not this. How could she not see herself properly? She was beautiful. Everything about her radiated beauty. Her long chocolate brown hair, her deep, caring brown eyes, the beating of her wonderful heart. How could she not see that? More important than that, how did she ever end up in love with a monster like me?

I was about to protest when she lay down on the bed, curled up against me and fell asleep. I instantly forgot everything I was thinking. Any doubts about her love and any thoughts of not letting her have anything she wanted were gone. I just lay there, with my arms around her, relishing her warmth and feeling her steady heart beat against my cold, empty chest.

So now she's in the bathroom, with her new pyjamas, having one of her "human minutes". She had thrown her old sweats in the waist paper basket earlier; but when she wasn't looking I got them back and put them in my room at home. I loved those sweats.

I was now sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of her room, using the time she was gone to think about all the memories those old pyjamas held. She was wearing them the first time I truly held her, after that special day in the meadow and our first kiss. She had been wearing them when she first said she loved me, in her sleep. She had been wearing them when she jumped so willingly into my arms the morning after. Oh how I loved those pyjamas.

Then she came out of the bathroom wearing her new pyjamas; a simple tank top and shorts. I looked her up and down, noticing how they perfectly followed all the curves of her body and how they clung in all the right places.

Feeling my eyes on her, she blushed, a deep red rising to her cheeks. It was dazzling. I slowly walked towards her, takings in everything about her, basking in her magnificence, feeling the heat coming off her body from a few feet away.

I breathed in deeply, savouring her exquisite scent, and took the last few steps, closing the gap between us. Then I placed my cold arms around her waist, and I felt her warm hands on my lower back. I could feel her heart racing and chuckled.

I stared at her, drinking in every detail of her face. Her plump red lips. Her cute little nose. Her lovely cheeks, where a hint of pink still lingered.

Then I looked into her wonderful, beautiful eyes and I got lost. I lost any sense of the world around me. There was just me and her: Bella, my angel. She was divine; she was my life, my whole universe.

And then our lips met, and my still heart leapt as I felt her throw herself into the kiss. I felt her hands move slowly from the bass of my back to my neck and I shuddered with pleasure as I felt her run her fingers through my hair.

Nothing in the world mattered now. Nothing. Nothing but Bella…and maybe those new pyjamas.

I know it was a bit corny but it was my first time writing Edward POV and i tried my best. please reveiw and tell me what you thought, ok?

love to you all!!