Face of Faith
Rated: T
AN: Another short drabble for my claim at drabble123. Edward feels anxious about something that only Bella can soothe. Pre-Breaking Dawn. (A little AU)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Meyer does.
The touch of cool, smooth silk against my face brought me awake to three in the morning. Eyes wide with worry I look to find my fiance watching me carefully, cautiously. "Bella." He whispers, sending my heart into my throat.
"What's the matter?" I try to rise from my bed, but he quickly pushes me back into place, covers still keeping me warm. Most likely to keep me warm from his touching. What he doesn't realize, the cold caress feels more like a brush with fire to me.
He doesn't answer my question right away, which begins to boil the already attending worry in my stomach. Quietness is never a good thing when it comes to Edward Cullen these days...especially when he gives looks to me like the world will be coming to end, very soon.
"Edward," Again, the harshness of my voice at the silence has fell short as tears wish to well up. The concern on his face flashes in front of my eyes and for a moment I wonder if he's even realized what he's caused. Leaning down, his lips touch mine in a cherished kiss that had my body heating like a liquid fire. When we break apart, I pant. Voice fragile, I ask once more.
He finally answers. "They are coming today. To meet with us."
Immediately panic rises back in like a tidal wave through my body as I follow his words like I could read his mind. "And to see if I've been changed." Eyes haunted with grief, Edward nods.
I touch his lips, cupping his face to mine as I kiss his tenderly. "It will be okay."
His body eases as if my words relax him. "How?"
Smiling, I press our foreheads together and give the only answer I can. "Faith."