I looked over at the perfect man beside me.

Okay, so, not exactly man, but you get the point.

He was watching me through his amazing honey eyes.

When did he hunt?
"When you hit someone or something, I'm going to say I told you so," I warned.
He laughed his warm, beautiful, velvet laugh. "Love, that's not going to happen," he promised me.
"You always say that, but you don't know that," I said softly.

He grabbed my hand, startling me for a second. "I can pretty much say I do."
I looked up at him and sighed. How could he love me? Him, being the perfect person he is, love me, this mess everyone calls Bella.

Edward wanted something I wasn't sure I was ready to give. He didn't want my blood, he didn't want my virtue.
What Edward wanted was something a lot of men are afraid of.

He wanted us to get…to get…

Damn. I can't even think it!

This was one of the times I was glad he didn't read minds. That way, he wouldn't hear all of this. I'm not sure how he would react.

Don't get me wrong. I love Edward, more than the air I breathe. More than anything. I mean, I was willing to give up my soul to be with him.

So why couldn't I give him two little words and a ring?
I'm not even sure.
He groaned. "Bella, this bothers me."
"What?" I asked curiously.

"I have no clue what's going through your mind," he said quietly. "And it really does bother me. No, it drives me insane."

"Can't go somewhere you already are," I said teasingly.

His eyebrows rose. "And, you're the one to be talking. You're wanting me to take your soul."
"You want to get married," I reminded him.

"But, Bella, love, there's a difference. A huge difference. You're willing to let me kill you, basically, and take you from everyone you love. And, all I want is a legal documentation that you're mine," he pointed out.
I thought.

Now that I thought about it, his did seem more reasonable.
"But, Edward, as I've said many times, I don't care. I just want to be with you forever. That's all I want," I said softly.
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Bella, you don't even realize how hard this is for me."
I laid my head on his shoulder. "I know," I said quietly. "I don't."
"It hurts me that you're willing to give up so much for me, and there's hardly nothing I can give you that can even come close to comparing," he said gently.

"You," I said happily. "That's all I need."
"But you're already got me," he reminded me. "And, well, you always will."
I smiled. "Good. I don't want…never mind."
"What?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," I said quickly.
I didn't want to make him feel bad. He already felt bad enough, and I didn't want to ruin the moment.

We pulled into Charlie's driveway, and I sighed.
"I'll see you in a few minutes?" I asked hopefully.
He laughed. "Yes."
I kissed his cold lips quickly. "Okay then."
Charlie hated him right now. He absolutely hated him.

I wanted Edward to be the one to change me, but, was it worth the pain I was going to cause him?
I walked in the front door, pretending to be exhausted, and I saw Charlie.

He was sitting at the dining room table.
"Bella," he said. "You said you would be home two hours ago."
I sighed. "We got held up," I lied.
He took a deep breath. "Alright," he said.
"I'm going to bed," I said as I started walking upstairs.
I walked into my room, and Edward was laying upside down on my bed.

I shut my door, and he sighed.

"I didn't mean to get you in trouble," he said quietly.

I shrugged. "Charlie will be over it by tomorrow. Besides, it's not like he didn't already hate you." I grinned at him, and he sat up.
"I honestly don't blame him," he said with a smile. "I'd hate me too. I do hate myself."
I walked over to him, and I sat in his lap. I kissed his cheek. "Edward, forget about it. Please? It's the past. You're here now."

"And I'm here to stay," he promised.

I smiled. "Really?"
He looked at me, and nodded. "I'll never leave you again love."
"That's good," I whispered before kissing him.

His cold lips melted onto mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pulled back quickly. "Charlie," he whispered before disappearing out the window.

I kicked off my shoes and put my jacket on the chair. I pulled off my belt and put it in the closet.

There was a soft knock on the door.

I opened it. "Yes?"

"I came to say goodnight," he explained.
I smiled. "Night Dad." He kissed my forehead and walked back down the stairs.

Okay, so, where are my…oh yeah.

I pulled of my shirt, before I even thought about it, and I started looking for my tee shirt.

There's the polka dot pajama pants.

I pulled them on, and I started looking for my tee shirt.

Then, it hit me.

Edward was outside watching.

My eyes shot wide-open, and my cheeks started burning. I quickly got down on my knees. I started crawling around on the floor, where he couldn't see me, and I…

Wait. Why was I on the floor?
I stood back up, and I just stood there, in plain sight.

Why was I being his eye-candy, I'll never know.

Maybe I felt like I owed him something.

I gave up on looking for my tee shirt, and I decided to just put on a cami. It was black, and tight. It definitely showed my curves.

I bounced over to my bed, and I laid down.

How long was he going to wait?
As if he could read my mind, which he couldn't, he came through the window, a smirk on his face.
"Either you're the dumbest brunette I know, or you did that on purpose," he said.

I smiled. "I know. You don't."
He frowned. "That's just mean."
He gracefully jumped on the bed, and he laid on top of me.

"I know," I said breathlessly. His perfect face was only a mere two inches from mine. What do you expect?
"I have to know," he whispered. I could smell his mouthwatering breath. "Why?"
"Both reasons," I said honestly. "At first, I forgot."
"That would explain the jumping on your knees thing," he said while nodding. A grin spread across his face. "Why did you want me to see?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and shrugged. "I honestly don't know."
He laughed softly, and he kissed my neck. "I love you."
My breath caught in my throat, just like every time I heard him say that. I mean, I knew he did, but I still loved hearing him say it.

"Are you alright love?" he asked quietly. "Why aren't you breathing?"
I smiled. "You told me you loved me."
"I've said that before," he reminded me.
"But it still leaves me breathless," I whispered.

"Maybe if I say it enough, you'll get used to it," he said thoughtfully.

I shook my head. "I'll never get used to it."
He kissed my lips softly. "Carlisle invited some family friends over for a month or two."
"Who?" I asked curiously.

"You'll meet them soon," he promised. "The Denali clan."

I looked at him. "You want them to meet me?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You don't want to?"
"Yes," I said quickly. "But, it's me, and them. They're probably like all of you, and to perfect for words to describe."
He laughed. "Love, that's a matter of opinion."
"I'm going to feel like shit in the middle of ice cream," I informed him.

"Shit in the middle of ice cream?" he asked while laughing.

"I just made it up," I said firmly. "And, well, shit is shit. Ice cream is as close to perfection as the human race has gotten!"
He kissed my nose. "I know how to make you happy."
I nodded. "Get me lots of ice cream!"