A/N This is a chapter full of fluff. There will be an actual plotline hopefully in the next chapter. For now, please enjoy the fluff of Bella and Edward.

BTW I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Although I wish I did...*

It was a normal day at the Cullen household. Emmett was teasing Rose, Jasper and Alice were "enjoying each other's company", and I was playing my piano for my love, Bella. I was about to unveil a new piece I had written just for her. It was the a small token of my love. I wasn't worthy of her beauty, but maybe with this I could at least prove my love.

"Edward, what do you want to tell me? And don't even try to deny that there's something, because I know there is."

Man, even without my power of mind-reading Bella could always tell exactly what was going on in my head. I don't know how she does this. I mean it's not like she's a vampire with special powers. She wants to be, but that is an entirely different story.

"Edward, tell me." Bella whined and made her infamous puppy dog face. She knows how hard it is for me to resist her puppy dog face!

"If that is your greatest desire, then so it shall be." I made a graceful sweep of my arm and bowed. Then I sat back down at the piano. I paused a minute, concentrating and then the music began to flow. It was high at first, but then low overtones were added in a way I had never dreamt of until I was playing them.

I glanced at my Bella. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile across her face. I was making her happy. I smiled to myself. She was so easy to please and that was all I wanted, for her to be happy.

The piece ended, and I closed my piano. I turned back to my Bella and she was crying

"Bella dearest, what is wrong? Tell me so I can fix it." I tried to soothe her and bring back the smile from just a few moments ago, but it was so frustrating when her mind was locked. I couldn't read it ever and neither of us know why.

"You mean you don't even know why I'm crying?" She sniffled that smile reappearing on her face for a moment, "That was the most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard. How could I not be crying?"

What a relief. These were tears of joy, not sorrow or pain. All over a little piece I had written. It didn't make any sense to me.

"My beautiful Isabella, don't you know who inspired that piece?" I inquired with a smile creeping across my face. She was taken aback, that I could tell.

"Me?" she asked timidly, "I was the one who was the inspiration for that? Edward, that was the most beautiful music I have ever heard. I couldn't be the one who gave you that inspiration. That's impossible." She folded her arms and tried to make it look final. It was difficult for me to understand how she could not see her own beauty and charisma.

"But my sweet Bella, it could only be you who could inspire my music now. You are the only thing I want or need in my life." As soon as the words came out of my mouth I was aware of how clichê my words sounded, however true they were. "I'm sorry. That does not properly represent my love for you Isabella."

Then Emmett the oaf walked in. Why did he always have to but in when things were getting romantic between Bella and me? Right when I may have gotten the opportunity to find out how poetic her words of love might be. I would have to have a "talk" with Emmett later....