A/n- WARNING- THIS IS THE SAPPIEST THING YOU WILL EVER READ (authored by me at least). Proceed with caution!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight- because life is unfair that way.

(P.S- This whole story is EPOV, and I KNOW it starts in an odd place. Get over it.)

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"Come on, Edward. Why are you being so hardheaded?" Bella whined as I lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. I exhaled deeply, hoping that her suggestion and/or demand would blow away with my breath.

No such luck.

"Come on, baby." she pleaded. I could tell she was desperate, if she resorted to calling me 'baby'.

I rolled over, my long legs still dangling off of the edge of the bed. "You know why I have to say no." I said simply. "I could lose control and hurt you…or kill you." Those last two words stuck in my throat. I couldn't imagine imagining killing her now.

"I don't think you could. I trust you, Edward. You know why?" she asked, crawling on top of me and resting her head on my chest. I didn't answer, not wanting to have this conversation with her; if that made me a cad, than so be it. "Because I love you with all my heart, Edward. I want this for us. I want you." she emphasized.

I thought for a minute; true, I could hurt her very badly, but, then again, I loved her enough that I doubted that I could even subconsciously hurt her. If we took things easy at first- so that I could adjust my focus- I honestly thought we could try.

"We must take things slowly at first, Bella." I said, looking her in the eye. She nodded eagerly and reached for the buttons on my shirt. I caught her hand. "I'm serious. You can't rush me- I know you won't like that, but, after a while, we will be able to fully indulge ourselves. I have to shift my focus so that I don't hurt you."

She nodded, more serious this time, and began to kiss me, slowly, passionately.

Building.

I rolled on top of her and pulled her shirt over her head, devouring her neck. But, suddenly, she gasped and sat up. Her expression was nervous- was she having second thoughts?

"What is it, love?" I asked, stroking her jaw tenderly.

Her eyes shifted, and her cheeks stained a delicious pink. "I'm not…on the pill…so… shouldn't we, like… use a condom?" she asked, the pink deepening to a rich, almost scarlet color.

I chuckled gently. "No. You already know that female vampires cannot conceive children. Neither can vampire men." I shrugged nonchalantly, pretending the fact didn't bother me. But it did- deep, deep down, I kind of, well, wanted to be a father. Especially to Bella's beautiful child.

But, it was an empty desire- I knew that it could never be, and I did not dwell on that. I had to face facts.

"What's wrong?" she asked, detecting my dismay.

I shook my head. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with, my angel. Now, come here…" I said coyly, pulling her to me again.

She just smiled and tugged at my shirt.

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THE NEXT DAY

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The breaking of dawn (a/n- no pun intended) woke my sleeping angel the next morning. I was so happy I barely noticed- and that is saying something.

She had been right about our intimacy- I had not hurt her at all….

And it felt amazing.

I was more than eager for round two, but today was a school day (curse the public education system) and if she did not wake soon, we were going to be late.

"Hi." she said shyly, kissing the underside of my jaw.

"Hello." I replied happily, pulling her warm body closer under the sheets. I sighed. "Shall we prepare for school, my love?" I asked.

She groaned, nuzzling her face against my neck. "I don't want to." she grumbled. I chuckled.

"And you think I do? This is only your first time through high school- it's my fourteenth."

Suddenly, she gasped, sitting up again. "What about Charlie?" she asked quietly.

I chuckled again. "Night shift- he won't be home for another hour."

She nodded slowly before climbing out of the bed, blushing as she padded over to her dresser. She grabbed blindly into each drawer before stumbling into the bathroom. I chuckled, grabbing my clothes off of the floor. I pulled them on and launched into a sprint all the way home- the thoughts were questioning- apparently, Alice had a vision.

"Hey, Edward!" Emmett called, flashing to my doorway. I cursed under my breath, grabbing a change of clothes from my closet. But, he'd already spotted me.

He lurched forward, tackling me before I could escape; I wriggled under him, cursing him and demanding that he let me go.

"You smell different," he said, squinting at me, "it's something I've smelled before…"

"Emmett!" I hissed.

"YOU AND BELLA DID IT!" he yelled, astonished.

I flipped him over, knowing the entire family had heard him, and darted out the window.

"Hey, come back, Edward!" Alice screamed after me; I only ran faster. I did not want to hear what they had to say or think.

I slid into Bella's window, grateful; she was not out of the bathroom yet. I smoothed my shirt and ran my fingers through my unruly bronze hair, waiting for her. The bathroom door swung open, and my angel stepped out.

I actually went weak in the knees; she was wearing a deep blue spaghetti strap tank top, light jeans, and a black jacket. She was so beautiful.

"What?" she asked, piqued by my staring.

I shook my head. "Nothing. You are so beautiful." I said, pulling her into the circle of my arms.

"Don't get me started on that." she giggled, nibbling the nape of my neck.

"Ready to go?" I asked her, my voice shaky. She just nodded, grabbing her bag and walking to the door. I grinned devilishly, surged forward, and scooped her up into my arms.

"Hey!" she giggled as I ran a little faster than a human to her truck. "I want to drive." she said, poking me in the chest. I chuckled and opened her door for her. She drove sensibly, keeping her eyes on the road the entire time (minus those occasional times when she would sneak a peek at me out of the corner of her eye.) We pulled into the school parking lot with perfect timing- five minutes before first period.

I despised first period; not that I didn't dislike every class, but there was one asset that made every other class bearable. I didn't have that asset in first period.

Bella.

"I've got to go." she said, smiling as I handed her her books. I leaned down to kiss her tenderly; she almost dropped her books. A result of my 'dazzling', perhaps?

"B-bye." she stammered, backing up and stretching our entwined hands until they couldn't stretch anymore. I let them drop and smiled softly as she walked away, a light pink dusting her cheeks.

I sighed happily, watching her walk until she turned the corner. Then, I grudgingly headed to my first class…which I was 'fortunate' enough to have with Mike Newton.

But then, a brilliant idea popped into my head. I sat down right next to Newton, my cocky smile not faltering (though I wanted to scowl and move away.)

His brow furrowed. "What are you so happy about?" he asked accusingly, his filthy sea-colored eyes narrowing.

My smile increased tenfold, showing all of my exceedingly sharp teeth. He shuddered.

Creepy. he thought.

"Let's just say that I am a very happy man this morning, Mike." I said, my voice smug. I would have patted his shoulder to emphasize, but (1), he would notice the extremely cold temperature of my skin, and (2) I really didn't want to touch him.Oh my God. he thought, his eyes widening, they-

I cut him off right there; I wasn't in the mood to listen to him degrade Bella and I for, as Emmett would put it, 'doing it'. I was extremely proud of us; me for keeping control, and Bella for keeping at my level. The day passed without much occurrence, as did the next few weeks. Bella and I spent our days in the company of our family and few close friends, and our nights in the company of only us.

We didn't know that that was all about to change.

It was a dark day; wind and sheeting rain sliced through the like a scythe, and thunder rumbled loudly, shaking the window panes. Second period Government was passing slower than usual, but there was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air like a thick city smog. A feeling that something was about to happen. Bella fidgeted in her seat, seeming uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, just low enough for her to hear. Her answer was a hiccup- a very loud, throaty hiccup. Everyone turned in our direction, and the teacher stopped his lecture. She blushed lightly sinking slightly in her seat as everyone returned to the dull lesson. Bella's stomach gurgled slightly, and she clutched at it.

The teacher had not made it through a sentence when Bella launched from her seat and ran to the front of the room, grabbing a trashcan; she squeezed her eyes shut tight and vomited loudly.

I rose and came slowly to her side, listening to disgusted thoughts:

Gr-oss! Jessica whined.

Sick. Just sick. Eric groaned.

I wonder what's wrong with her. Angela thought sympathetically.

She was finished now, looking at me, horrified.

"Mr. Cullen," the teacher said nasally, his hand clamped over his mouth and nose, "please take her home. And take the trashcan."

"Will do, sir." I muttered, placing my hand on Bella's shoulder. She was shaking as I led her out the door.

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A/n- Sweet, huh? I wonder what's wrong with Bella… (in case you can't tell, I love ellipses.)