Just something random… I was reading another story and for some strange reason this scenario popped into my head. I've been writing for ages, because I couldn't stop, so I really hope you guys like it! Read and review, please! And tell me if I should make it into a real story.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not Stephenie Meyer. I aspire to be her one day, (don't we all?) but right now, it's not gonna happen.

Haha. Bet you all think I'm from Crazytown now!


Carlisle had let me in. He was all dressed up in a tuxedo, Esme whisking around the living area behind him. Carlisle was taking Esme out to the opera in some town too complicated for me to try and pronounce. I made my way towards Edward's room after quick words had been exchanged, because Carlisle rushed off to help Esme in her hunt for whatever it was she was looking for.

Somehow I managed to not catch my feet on a single stair on my way up, and I was now sitting on Edward's golden bed, waiting for him.

For some reason he was in the shower; something in my memory told me Carlisle had said it was because he and Jasper had decided to wrestle in the mud, just for something different. I hadn't been paying attention. My eyes had constantly been wandering to the stairs, so Carlisle felt no aversion to leaving me to find my own way.

He might have mentioned that Alice and Jasper were away or something too; Alice ought to have come dancing through the door by now if she was in the house but apparently she wasn't.

I lay back for a moment, and closed my eyes. I heard the water pipes shut off overhead, and I got a devilish idea.

It was a good thing Edward couldn't read my thoughts.

I rolled over off the edge off the bed to stand. I looked around for somewhere to hide, and decided that the unoriginal hiding place of under his bed seemed fitting. I dropped to my knees and wriggled under there, twisting around so I could see the bottom of the door.

I only had to wait a minute or so before Edward's feet appeared through the door, making no noise at all. I had to work very hard to not hyperventilate; even the sight of his feet made me feel unworthy. How ridiculous.

Once the door was closed behind him, his feet were gone. He even moved like a ghost in his own bedroom. A true vampire, in every right.

As soon as he'd entered the room, I could smell his delectable scent. My tastebuds started partying, and I only just suppressed a sigh – one of my more stupid reactions to him. After being in the shower it was a little stronger than usual, and I was very close to just rolling out from under the bed right there. I only managed to stop myself because I knew that my unexpected entrance might alarm him, and because my hiding place would be forever spoilt if he saw where I was now.

The mattress above me sagged slightly, and I knew he'd sat down. One of his feet appeared to my right, at exactly the point where I could reach out and seize his ankle, to scare him. My hand was halfway across the space – I was moving like a snail so he wouldn't hear me; I was very surprised he hadn't heard my breathing or something yet – when I heard something incredibly beautiful from above me.

For the first time, Edward was audibly (for my own ears, anyway) singing. His voice was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard, and this angelic sound wasn't much different. I didn't recognise the tune; I wasn't even sure if it was in English. He started to hum the chorus then – my hand was still suspended in mid-air – and a silly smile plastered itself across my face.

He'd created lyrics to my song; to the song he'd played on the piano for me the first time I'd been here.

He started singing words again, but the only ones I understood were 'Lau Tua Cantante' and 'La Bella'. My heart felt like it usually did when he did something unexpectedly sweet; like it was about to swell so much it'd be visible through my ears.

I dropped my hand, and brought it back to join my other in supporting my chin. Edward continued to hum as he whisked around his room, his feet appearing at his wall of CD's for a moment, then to be facing the glass wall, then at random points around the room. I wondered what he was thinking about, because if he hadn't heard the sound of my breathing – least of all my heart beating like a bongo – he must be very, very distracted.

He seemed to remember something then, because his lovely white feet appeared at the door, the door opened so quickly that I've had missed it if I wasn't staring so intently at it during my thought processes, and it closed again, leaving me alone in Edward's bedroom.

My elbows were starting to twinge, so I rolled out from under Edward's bed. It was too much to ask to stand without smacking my head on the edge of the bed, so I was rubbing a tender spot on my skull as I sat down the bed again. My shoes cluttered to the ground, and I slid to the middle of the doona; there was less likelihood of me falling off if I was in the middle; and I crossed my legs.

I waited patiently, my thoughts wondering around the place, mainly trying to come up with a good reason as to why I was sitting in his room now but not while he'd been here a minute ago. I looked out the window, trying to see something that would inspire me.

I was halfway through an unlikely lie about being able to turn invisible, when I heard the door handle twisting around. I'd barely moved my face to see if Edward was coming in, when the mattress was supporting the weight of a human and a vampire.

The human had brown eyes, and the vampire had eyes so black that they belonged deep, deep down in hell.

I drew a sharp breath when I looked into Edward's face. Still as excruciatingly beautiful and magnificent as always, he looked murderously thirsty. I inwardly cursed myself for being so damn smelly.

My hands were behind me on the bed, leaning back so far that my thigh muscles were practically crying out in protest. Edward's body was over mine but he was somehow still standing on the ground; his hands on either side of my body and his bare torso so close to my own that I could feel the coolness of his dry-ice like skin emanating onto my own.

Throughout all of this, though it had only been going on for two seconds at the most, I noticed what Edward was wearing.

Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

The towel from his shower was still wrapped around his waist, but it was slipping down one side. I tried, and failed, to not look down there.

I was bumped unpleasantly into reality when a small snarl escaped Edward's lips. It seemed like a purr at first, but then I heard the obvious difference in the tone and realised that I was incredibly close to death; death at the hand of the only person I would die for.

A miniscule memory floated into my mind; the first time Edward had kissed me. I distinctly remember the feeling of his cool breath tickling my cheeks, my nose and my lips when he had come so close. I remembered the intense urge to jump out at him straight away, but how I had resisted. I remembered the reaction I'd had when he had kissed me, how I'd reached up and seized hold of him to mould my lips to his with more vigour than was strictly allowed. I remembered this memory because this was a close repeat of that incident in many ways, but in one way most importantly.

When Edward had snarled, a stunning sound though it was more terrifying than anything else, his breath had tickled my cheeks and my nose and my lips just as that first time. However, unlike that first time, I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't wait for him to kiss me.

So that is why I made possibly the worst of all my bad moves. I threw my arms around his ice cold neck and pushed my lips against his.

I felt him go rigid straight away, not in the way he usually would before he'd gently push me away to keep me safe, but in the way a killer whale would if a baby seal turned around and started hugging it. And, as always, as nature ensures, the killer whale realised what was happening, and tried to get hold of its prey.

During the moment Edward was gathering his thoughts, a strange thought crossed my mind. If he had been this thirsty, why was he humming my lullaby? Why had he been so relaxed and distracted that he hadn't smelt me less than three metres away from him, why hadn't he heard my overly-enthusiastic heart beat? My thoughts were cut short, as always, by what Edward was doing.

Edward's hands shot up, one hand on my back and the other on the back of my head. His fingers gently tangled through my hair, then pulled my hair back. His mouth moved from my face to my neck, and to my collar bone, which had been exposed by the unexpected jostle.

I steeled myself to feel my collar bone break, if that was how he would choose to start to kill me; or to feel his razor sharp teeth push into my skin; or even for his hand to creep up my back to my neck so he could finish the job with a quick flick of his wrist.

His mouth continued to move along the skin of my throat. I could feel his smooth lips, but I could feel his teeth too, they were grazing along my collar bones and shoulder, leaving a cool line of venom along my skin.

I breathed in sharply, believing he was going to bite me before he killed me, which would make it all the more painful for me. My breath was too quick for my stunned lungs and I choked slightly, the cough making my body shake.

Edward stopped dead. He pulled back, his hand loosening from my hair, his other hand flying away from my back like I had shocked him. He pulled completely away from me, looking me in the eyes for the shortest moment, and then he was gone.

The white towel fluttered to the ground on the floor beside the bed.

I was frozen in the position Edward had had me cowering in, so I simply stared at the door for a time until the muscles in my thighs made their protests properly known. Slowly, I sat up, and then unconsciously brushed my fingertips across the places on my neck which felt like menthol had been painted there.

There were places which felt quite tender, but I couldn't feel any breaks in the skin; and I couldn't feel any fire working it's was through my veins.

I got up, still feeling in quite a daze, and stood like an idiot, my eyes not leaving the door. I bent down and scooped up Edward's towel, laying it across the foot of the bed. After a minute of having no idea what I was doing, I sat down on the edge of the bed; straight-backed and hands folded in my lap.

I don't know how long I was there for, because when I snapped back into unconsciousness, the sun was setting low over the horizon, reddish ribbons of light sneaking their way into Edward's room.

I got up, my stiff muscles all protesting equally now, and headed for the door.

Out in the hall, sunset shadows made everything look slightly hazy, like in a dream. At that moment I stubbed my toe on a small side table, and the pain was too real for this to be a dream.

When I got to the stairs, I put one hand on the railing and took each stair at a time, not wanting to end up at the bottom with even a pin-prick sized drop of blood available for the taking. Both feet would pad down on the same step before I went for the next one; much like a bride walking down the aisle.

Or a dead man walking for the gallows.

I wasn't sure where I was going, so I settled for the kitchen. I knew where it was, at least.

The sound of the chair scraping back against the linoleum was quite eerie in the empty house. I put my head on my arms on the table, and tried to work out what I was supposed to do.

Edward had disappeared and I didn't know when he was coming back.

Esme and Carlisle would be back at about midnight, or one in the morning at the latest.

Alice and Jasper were obviously not available; hunting or seeing a film in Port Angeles or something of the like.

Emmett and Rosalie were still on their honeymoon and wouldn't be back for a few months.

I vaguely wondered why Alice hadn't turned up yet; shouldn't she have seen this happening? She should have seen me sitting here on my own, at the least.

My mind continued to play with the possibilities when an earlier thought came back into my head.

Why didn't Edward know I was right there, in his room?

He must have. He must have heard me, or something, how was it possible that he didn't? Maybe he did. Maybe he was pretending he didn't notice me and he was just joking around back in his bedroom… no. I didn't believe that. The look of hunger in his eyes was very, very real. I had been terrified.

Perhaps that was his intention? To scare me? He was always saying that a healthy dose of fear would be good for me, after all. If that had been his intention, it obviously didn't work because I was still here, in the house, not running and screaming like a normal person should be.

Should I be running and screaming, though? Oh god, was he trying to make me leave, for my own good, before he has to do it himself again?! Please, please no, don't let that be it. Don't let him leave. Don't let him leave…

I was still chanting it in my head when I heard his voice.

"Bella?"

He was in the entrance hall.

"Here," I called, lifting my head from my arms. The movement caused the pooled tears in my eyes to splash over and I hurriedly tried to wipe them away before Edward saw. I wasn't fast enough.

"What's wrong?" He was very close to me, his hand brushing my tear-stained cheeks.

"Nothing." I doubt he'd have believed that, even if my voice didn't crack.

He pulled a chair out beside me, and put his other hand on my face, smiling apologetically. I didn't want him to try and get me to explain my thoughts right then, so I changed the subject.

"Why are you wearing clothes?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, and tilted his chin up, grinning cheekily. I realised too late that the words had a double meaning.

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that!" He smiled wider at me and I smiled sheepishly back at him as I tried to explain myself. I gathered my thoughts and rephrased. "How did you get clothes again?"

"There are spares in the garage." His eyes twinkled at me. They were a honey gold colour now.

"Oh." I looked at the ground, and put my hands on his to move them away from my face, but kept them in my own, dangling between us. "You went hunting then," I assumed, examining my bare feet. I could feel his gaze on me as he responded.

"Yes."

I really, really couldn't think of anything to say. After a few beats, I came up with "That's good." My feet were beginning to look boring, so I looked around for something else to stare at.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of sweeping across Edward's face. My eyes couldn't help themselves; they pulled back to stare at his angelic features, which were arranged in a worried expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked again, and I internally kicked myself for looking back at him. I knew my puffy eyes were the thing which had gotten me back into this situation.

I cleared my throat before I spoke this time. "Nothing." It came out less crackly than last time, at least.

Edward blanched and pulled away from me, my hands dropping into my lap.

"I scared you." He was the one examining my feet now. I self consciously folded them back under the chair. He looked back to my face.

"No, it was my fault."

He exhaled and rolled his eyes, a reaction I'd seen many times. "It is not your fault, Bella, that I am a monster."

I blurted it out before I could think properly. The way he had said 'Bella' had prompter the reaction; it sounded too much like the way he'd said my name in the forest after my disastrous 18th birthday.

"Don't leave me!" I sounded fairly hysterical, even to myself, so it would have sounded even worse to his sensitive ears.

His eyebrows lowered and every hint of amusement left his face. "I will never leave you again."

I hadn't realised I was holding my breath until it came out in a great gust, ruffling Edward's hair. I felt my cheeks burn worse than they had in a long time. How embarrassing.

"You really didn't get scared?" He looked concerned, but I could see the edges of amusement on his face.

"Yes, but not in the way you think."

"Well, tell me how I did scare you then."

I reached for his hands, and he allowed me to play with his palms as I spoke. "I was scared that you would be pushed over the edge, that you were actually going to kill me –" I paused, seeing the expression on his face, and rushed to make myself clearer, "- but then my logical mind caught up with me and I knew you wouldn't hurt me." He seemed to relax a little at that, but his jaw was still hard. "When you'd left, I was thinking about why you didn't realise I was in your room when you came out of the shower -"

"What?" He interrupted, his face drawing back slightly.

"I was hiding in your room; I wanted to give you a fright when you came in."

"No, I would have definitely noticed if you were in my room. You don't exactly smell subtle, Bella." He smiled on the last sentence, and lifted my hand to his face, touching the back of my hand to his cheek.

"Well, I was in there."

"No you weren't." He looked supremely confident. I decided to bring out the big guns.

"So, when did you write lyrics to my song?"

His face dropped slightly. "Lyrics?" He asked innocently.

"Yes. Lyrics." I raised an eyebrow at him. "La Tue Cantante, La Bella? Sound familiar?"

He looked totally puzzled. "How long have you had a recorder in my bedroom for?"

"Edward." I felt a shot of happiness when his name passed my lips, but I tried to suppress the smile it caused; "I was in your room. I saw you moving around your room. You didn't realise I was in your room." The devil in me jumped out and I couldn't help myself. "I saw you getting dressed in your room."

His face went, if possible, even whiter. "You, you what?"

Impressive; I made him stutter.

"Don't worry, it's our little secret." I made sure my face looked deadly serious as I delivered the line with a sly smile.

His face looked so shocked that I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh. As soon as my face broke into a smile, he relaxed immensely.

"That wasn't funny," he was trying to look outraged but he couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his lips.

"Oh I don't know, it sounded very funny from where I'm sitting!" I flashed him a big cheesy smile and made him smirk.

"We'll have to change that then." His smirk became a very mischievous grin, and he reached out for me. I thought he wanted a hug or something so I moved towards him, but then his hands snagged under my arms and he lifted me up. I instinctively grabbed hold of anything I could, so somehow I ended up clinging to the table and Edward had hold of my waist, trying to yank me away from the mass of wood.

"Let go Bella." I could hear the barely suppressed laughter in his voice. I gritted my teeth harder together, knowing full well that this was a fight I was never going to win.

"Nuh uh, no way are you dragging me off to bury my corpse."

"That's Newton's job."

I turned to face him. "That was mean."

"But it was very tactful." He had a huge smile on his perfect face.

"Tactful?"

"You aren't holding onto the table anymore."

I knew it was useless to try to snatch hold of the wood again, but I tried anyway. Edward whisked me quickly into the entrance hall, and my movement nearly caused my face to collide with the floor. Edward performed some kind of swing dance move and I found myself in his muscular arms. I didn't have a problem with that, but I did have a problem with losing.

"Hey Edward," I said, doing my best to use a seductive voice. His face flicked to mine so fast it would have been fatal for a human.

"Yes?"

I put a hand up to his face, smoothing my palm along his cheekbone and into his unruly hair. "You've got something on your cheek. Lean down a bit."

He followed my orders and bent his face to mine. I put my other hand up to his skin, and as I'd hoped, he had to rearrange me in his arms. As I was lifted slightly up with the movement, I quickly put my hands behind his head and pulled his face to mine.

This kiss was much like the other one, only I wasn't the one pushing the limits this time. I could feel Edward's arms move, and I felt my feet hit the ground, but I wasn't paying attention to that. The only things I was paying attention to were the feel of his cool mouth, how his hands had laced themselves around my waist, how his hair felt like the richest silk between my fingers, and then how my feet left the ground again.

Edward didn't even have to look where he was going. He never broke stride; neither with his feet nor with his lips; and I soon felt the soft mattress of his bed under me. Finally, after a good two minutes, I pulled away, desperate for air.

Edward didn't move away from me like I had expected. His lips trailed along my neck, curving around my ear. He murmured something but I didn't understand it, and I didn't have enough air available to ask him to repeat himself.

His lips were fluttering along my shoulder when I finally caught my breath.

"Edward," I said, still breathless.

"Mmm," he murmured, sliding his nose very slowly along my hairline. I tried to construct a sentence, and had to close my eyes to do it properly.

"That was different," I managed. He mumbled an agreeable response again. I put a hand up to his neck, cooling my wrist before gently pushing back. He reluctantly broke free from my skin and had a slight sulky expression on his face. He somehow managed to pull it off gracefully.

"I was in here. And I did hear your singing." He still looked sulky. "You're very good you know."

He ignored the latter comment. "There is no way I didn't smell you."

"But you were distracted!"

"Nothing is more distracting than you, Bella." At that, he moved towards me again. I pulled back, unwilling to drop it. Then something clicked. Every time I would ask him why he didn't notice me, he would hide his face. "You so did!"

"Nope."

"Yes."

"No."

"You did and you won't admit it! Why won't you admit it?" I deliberately adopted a cross expression, and folded my arms across my chest.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Okay. You were in here and I didn't notice." He leaned toward me again, and sighed heavily when I held up a hand to stop him.

"Now, tell me what you were thinking about."

He blanched, and then tried very hard to hide it. "Nothing of consequence."

"I saw that. You were thinking about something important. What was it?"

"Never mind Bella." He looked like he knew he was cornered, and boy was he ever cornered.

I decided to turn one of his lines around on him. "If you don't tell me, I'll assume it's much worse than it really is."

He seemed to accept that. "I was thinking about how I think you should have a –" He stopped short, and looked at me warily. I kept my mouth shut and waited for the rest of the sentence. He looked at me apologetically before continuing; "- a child. Before I change you."

Several things whipped through my head.

First, the vision of the children I'd imagined me having with Jake in another life so many months ago flashed through my mind. They were running away from me, their silky black hair shining in the sun as they disappeared into the forest.

Then, I thought of Renee's possible reactions. Would she be horrified, or ecstatic at having grandchildren? Charlie would be ecstatic, of course; perhaps not so much if he thought Edward had knocked me up though.

Then Jake came back to my mind. Having a child – seemingly with Edward to all those who weren't so in the know – would cement my relationship so hard that Jacob wouldn't be able to stand looking at me anymore. Or would he? Maybe those inky haired children could be a reality if Jacob were to agree – stop right there, I told myself firmly. You're not actually considering this, are you?

Among smaller, wordless thoughts, the biggest one broke through my consciousness. Edward had just said something that made me happier than anything else right at this moment.

"…Before I change you."

Edward's going to be the one to change me!!

My voice came back to me. I could hear the badly masked joy in it, so I knew Edward could too, but I knew he would interpret it differently to how it really was.

"Kids?"

He smiled. "Kids."

"Hmm. I'll have to think that through."

He smiled at me, very broadly, and his face looked so glorious that I couldn't help but stare at him like a slack-jawed hillbilly.

"That makes me very happy, Isabella Swan." He leaned toward me, and brushed his cheek to my own, very slowly. I turned my face to his, looking for his lips, but he just smiled angelically down at me.

"I think we've risked your life enough this evening."

"Too right." I smiled at his shocked expression; I never agreed with him on that matter. "Let's try risking yours for a while, shall we?"

Just as I had surprised him with my response, he surprised me with his.

"Okay."

I grinned, my eyes twinkling at him, something I knew he couldn't resist when I had enough self control around him to do.

"Be still."

Just as he had before, Edward's face relaxed, and he closed his eyes. He didn't sway as he stayed in the one position, lying with one arm propping his head up and the other held in my own.

I shifted on the mattress, pushing myself up onto my knees, and only just managing to stop myself from falling onto the floor. One of his eyes opened as I righted myself, and I could see the amusement in them. I gave him a look of mock outrage and he closed his eye again, his face relaxing into the saintly mask that suited him so well.

I leaned forward, and touched my fingertips so lightly along his cheek that I could barely feel it. I knew he could though. I turned my face on the side and brushed my lips down his satin-like skin, from his hairline to the tip of his nose. I couldn't help myself; I brushed my mouth across his bottom lip so his marble pucker sat in the crease of my own.

I remembered at that moment how his breath always threw me off, so I tried the same tactic with him. I kissed along his chin, and deliberately but gently sighed onto his skin. He seemed to shudder slightly, so I decided to test out each method he would use against me when he wanted to get the upper hand.

I put a hand on his shoulder, and then leaned around the other side, gently touching my shoulder to the curve of his throat as I kissed the back of his neck. I brought my other hand around and touched it to his muscled back, lightly touching my fingertips up and down the marble. I felt his breath quicken on my shoulder, and took that as my que to move on.

This afternoon I had felt like I had been denied a treat when Edward had had no shirt on – never mind that he was on the brink of taking my life – and I hadn't been able to properly enjoy the sight.

I smoothed my cheek along Edward's collar bone, carefully unbuttoning his shirt as I went. When it was totally off, I managed to shrug out of my jacket without getting stuck. The shirt I had chosen to wear today wasn't very spectacular, and as it wasn't that cold of a day (for Forks) so it wasn't as thick as usual.

I came across a slight flaw in my plan, so I carefully leaned in and whispered in Edward's ear.

"Stand up, and face the bed please." He started to move, and I could tell he was about to open his eyes so I added, "Eyes closed, and keep arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, thankyou ladies and gentlemen."

Edward smiled as he twisted around and put his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, and turned. Miraculously, he didn't notice his shirt was hanging open. Or he chose not to notice.

There was still a small smile on his face.

I leaned up on my knees then shuffled toward Edward.

"Don't move," I reminded him.

Carefully, I wound my arms around Edward's neck, and lifted my face to his.

The kiss started as normally as any other. Edward was careful to not damage my comparatively tissue-paper skin with his teeth, and I did my best to not throw myself into it too much. Edward's eyes were still closed. I drew a breath slowly and evenly so Edward wouldn't notice so much, and then I shuffled forward to close the distance between us.

My warm skin touched against his wintry pallor, and Edward shivered. He broke the rules, but I didn't really care, because when he raised his hands they didn't push me away. He put his hands very gently behind my back, and they were so icy that I shied away from them further towards Edward's torso. His intense cold felt nice against my now heated body. Edward's muscular arms tightened around my back, quite firm for his usual standards.

Throughout the marathon kiss, I taught myself how to breathe at the same time as kissing Edward. As far as I was concerned, that was all I needed to know to survive the rest of my life. Food and water could wait, I only really needed air. And Edward.

Finally, at least five full minutes later, Edward's hands crept up and gently moved my face away from his. He was panting just as badly as I was.

"That wasn't very fair." He said, but it was with a smile.

"Life is very unfair." I slumped down to sit cross legged. "Sometimes unfair is a good thing though."

Edward sat down beside me, his breath returning to normal a lot faster than mine. "You know what this means, don't you?" His face wasn't all that serious but his tone of voice had me slightly worried for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm not the only one who can tamper with memories anymore."

I laughed at that, realising I had as much power over him as he had over me… as long as we weren't counting the physical strength department.

We sat in silence for a while, both going through our own thoughts. I was involuntarily thinking about the idea of children, and by the sideways glances that I wasn't meant to see, I was quite sure that Edward was thinking about it too.

Eventually Edward disappeared from beside me and reappeared at his wall of CD's. A few seconds later his hand was flashing towards the buttons on the player, and he was beside me before the music started. I didn't recognise it, but I liked it immediately. It was just piano music, and I had a good guess as to who was playing it.

"No lyrics to these?"

He turned his head across the blanket and flashed his perfect teeth as he spoke. "Only yours has lyrics, Bella."

I smiled and half-rolled over so my head was resting in the hollow of his shoulder.

I closed my eyes, and put all my effort into not shivering, otherwise Edward would insist that I have a blanket around me.

"You should sleep, Bella." Edward's voice sounded like it was part of my dream, but I knew that if I were dreaming about him, he wouldn't be telling me to sleep.

"But Charlie," I mumbled, not bothering to open my eyes, which were surprisingly heavy now.

Edward's hand brushed down my hair as he answered. "Charlie's staying with Billy tonight."

"Nah he's not," I mumbled, thinking that Charlie was only staying over at Billy's for the game.

"Alice mentioned to me before she left that Charlie will fall asleep at the Black's and Billy won't want to wake him."

"Oh." I could barely hear myself now.

"So will you sleep here with me?"

I grinned and tried not to slur my words as I retaliated with one of his much earlier comments. "Technically, you can't ever sleep with me, Edward."

He laughed quietly in my ear. "Goodnight, Bella. Sweet dreams." I think I felt his lips on my head then, but the dream world was starting to blend with the waking one so I couldn't be sure.

"Night, night, Edward."