Your Arms
"Bella, I'm so happy Charlie finally let you move in with us." Edward said, putting a suitcase in the back of my truck.
"Yeah, I can't wait!" I placed another suitcase in the backseat.
We headed back upstairs to get my remaining stuff.
"You want to tackle the closet next?" I asked.
"I'll take left, you take right." he handed me a box to fill.
"Break!" I said and we set to work.
We worked diligently for a few minutes. Edward pulled down a box.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Hmm? What?" I came over to him.
He lifted the lid and peeked inside.
"Oh! That's either my picture box or my..." I snatched the box from his hands.
Taken off guard, his fingers slipped and the box fell, spilling the contents everywhere.
"Oh no!" I crouched and began to pick up all the sheets of paper.
Edward had all the papers in his hand, he began reading the top sheet. "Bella, what-"
"You weren't supposed to read those! I thought I threw it away." I sobbed.
"Did you write these?"
I nodded.
"When?"
"After you left."
He viably stiffened (a/n: his body!!Pervs...JKJK!!). "Oh." was all he said.
"Which one do you have?" I stood and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, this one." I took it from him gently. "I wrote this song after you left, like I said. But in memory of you." I laughed. " I never finished it. Too bad it didn't go anywhere."
"Maybe, we could finish it," his arms snaked around my waist, his lips in my ear. " Together."
"Okay, as long as you let me stay here awhile."
"Huh?"
"In your arms, I missed them."
Fin!