A.N.: Hello all! This is my first fic of anything ever! I'm so excited yay! Hopefully I don't butcher Twilight and it's wonderful characters. I'm praying for good feedback from all you Edward lovers. Review please and thank you!

Disclaimer: All characters, events, places, and other fictional devices belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer, the creator of our slice of heaven -Twilight!

"Edward, please," Bella persisted. "No."

They were in their clearing, surrounded by colossal trees and thickening gray clouds. There would be no sunlight today; no chance to see Edward glow by the light of the suns rays and most definitely, no chance of walking home without getting wet in a downpour. They would have to take Edward's way –a way that did not bode well with Bella.

"Look up, Bella," Edward instructed, "Can you honestly say that it's not going to rain?"

"That's not the point," Bella pouted. "You know I always get sick…This would all be fine if I had my truck!" Finally, after months of fair service, Bella's red truck had given into its old age. In the parking lot of her special grocery store, it had stopped, sputtering and spitting oil from the back pipes. On further inspection, Edward announced it permanently disabled. He had offered her one of his many cars, but such a proposal did not sit well with Charlie, who still did not completely trust Edward, or his cars.

"You'll catch something," Edward stated. "You'll get sick, and it will be my fault." He easily took her hand and kissed it. "I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Well, anything else…," Edward said as he grimaced. Bella shook her head defiantly.

"That was completely out of your control, Edward. Besides, I'm still here and everything's ok now," then, seeing the disparaging look on his face, she added, "I trust you, Edward. I trust you with my life." He smiled.

"Yet, you won't let me run you home," he shook his head, teasingly. "All right, Bella. So be it. We'll walk, you'll get sick, and Charlie will know you snuck out." Bella's smile instantly faded.

"Charlie! I completely forgot," she gasped. "He'll be home before dark!"

"So, are we agreed to take my way," Edward asked, smiling his infamous grin, and sending Bella spinning into her little la-la land. A small nod was all she could manage under his hypnotizing spell. She had admitted defeat. "Come, Bella."

And in seconds, she was being carried like a newborn back through the grassy forest and into the under populated Forks. It wasn't so bad this time, feeling the playful slap of the wind on her features, and listening to the rushing valley pass by. In fact, it was somewhat relaxing listening to Edward's gentle breathing matching her own. She could feel his body against her, solid as rock and as comforting as springtime after a long hard winter.

But all too soon, it was over. They had reached her house in record time, and they would have to say goodbye… That is, until Bella could make it to her room. She knew he would be waiting for her, as always, either spread across her bed, or resting in her rocking chair with long arms open for her return.

But something interrupted her paradise –Charlie's police vehicle sitting in the driveway. They had not come home soon enough, she realized in shock.

"Don't fret," Edward consoled, after seeing the look on her face, "I thought this would happen. But I think even I could walk right upstairs without even being noticed, tonight." Bella's eyes widened, giving Edward a confused stare.

"And why's that?" Edward smirked.

"Charlie is asleep."

After a nice stroll up Bella's staircase, one or two human moments, and a quick goodnight to a now snoring Charlie, Bella lay in bed with Edward by her side, listening to him laughing to himself about something or other.

"Edward, what is it," she wondered aloud.

"Tomorrow's your birthday," he replied.

"Yes. And?"

"You're turning eighteen."

"Yes," she said, pondering this fact for a second before replying, "So?"

"Isn't it strange to you, at all," he asked, concerned.

"Why? Should it be? I mean, everyone turns eighteen sometime, right?"

"Yes, but you see, you're eighteen, and I'm ninety-two." He paused, trying to read her expression. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Not in the slightest," she laughed, "old man." He smiled.

"Bella, you are the single most amazing person I have ever met." Bella flushed in the darkness and said the first thing that came to her.

"Thank you."

Edward kissed her head softly, massaging his face in her hair and singing her off to sleep with a lullaby, her lullaby, in his sweet, melodious voice. It was a little touch of heaven, for the two of them as they were, and Bella was sure nothing could change that.

A.N.: Well, was is good, bad, or ugly? Review! Woo! Twilight : )

P.S: I know I got some dates and other details wrong...but I'll fix them once I get my copy of Twilight back from my friend: )

P.S.S.: There, I think I fixed the birthdays...I think... Sorry! I'll do better next time, I promise! I'm not writing any more until I get my Twilight back-lol! Which should be like sometime this week :) I'm sure just that fact will make it turn out better. Thank you for your kindness!

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