Love
We drove back through Forks slowly but surely coming closer to my house, closer to Charlie, closer to what I had been dreading for the past few weeks. My only comfort was Edward's cold, granite hand on my knee.
We pulled into my driveway and Edward turned off the gas. He was at my door pulling me out in less than a second. With his arm around my shoulder he pulled me under the porch and out of the rain.
"It'll be fine, I promise." he whispered in my hear. He kissed me gently and then turned the doorknob, where we were greeted by the familiar voice of Charlie calling, "Is that you Bell's?".
With Edward's cold hand in mine we walked toward the living room, both wondering if everything will turn out as planned.