A/N: The character belong to Stephenie Meyer. I wrote the story, however. Please R&R. Short first chapter. .
"Edward, you worry too much," I laughed as I tossed my hair, resting my head against his knee. The sun was warm down upon us, the wildflowers in the meadow swaying gently against the wind. I fully recognized the smell of wild lavender as it floated across the breeze, exciting my nostrils.
Edward's topaz eyes glanced down at me, glistening in reflection of the sun. This, however, was nothing in comparison to the prisms of light that his skin threw out. When he moved, when he caught a new angle, a rainbow hit the air and made him look like something straight out of a fairytale. He already was, I had to admit, but not like this. "Bella," he whispered softly, lifting one hand and brushing it across my cheekbone. The touch ran shivers down my spine, cold against my boiling skin. Edward may be able to stand the sun, but I couldn't- I could feel my skin burning.
"You think I've never felt pain?" I now sat up, entirely too serious, my expression straight. I couldn't lie, those few minutes when James' venom coursed through my veins were… more painful than when I felt my leg shatter as he crushed it to the ground, or when my head was slammed into the mirrors on the ballroom wall. But I could stand it. I really could, or at least I told myself. I watched as Edward's expression changed from uncertainty, to guilt. "Remember? I've broken about every bone in my body. That has to count for something, right?" I rolled my eyes, trying to make light of the situation.
Edward closed his eyes for a moment. "You felt it, Bella," he insisted, brushing back a strand of my hair. We had been married a week now. Yes, we'd had sex, but that wasn't the point. He had been inching away from the promise to change me, and I knew it.
"Well, I can stand it! And you don't need to treat me like a child," I raised my voice a bit, attempting to coerce him into an agreement. For that matter, he had agreed that today we'd finally pick… a date. For sure. And I was adamant about tonight.
"It's all settled," I announced. "Isn't it really, Edward? We'll move to Alaska soon. I already told Charlie that, and then in a few years, we'll fake our deaths." I looked up at him with a pleading, childlike expression.
Edward was torn, this I knew.
EPOV
Bella was taunting me, wasn't she? As she glanced up at me with about the expression of an abandoned puppy dog, I couldn't resist. I had promised, and Alice would probably attack me if I didn't change soon. I should have done it the wedding night, but Bella wasn't ready. She was surrounded in the bliss of the situation, and she didn't need the pain.
"You really want this?" I asked seriously, tilting my head and studying her.
"More than anything," she breathed, knowing she was winning. I could practically see a tail wagging behind her.
Unable to do anything, I merely lifted my head to her level and brushed my lips across hers softly, trailing down to her collarbone. She shivered under the coldness of my lips, but her skin was flaming hot. My hand traced down her neck, before I lifted my other and pulled her into a hug. Surprised by my embrace, but welcome, she let out a quick laugh. "Is that a yes?"
"It is," I confirmed with a grin, jumping up quickly. "Hey, maybe you'll do better in a chess match with me than Alice."
"I doubt it," Bella rolled her eyes at my silly statement, before rising and clasping my hand, looking up at me. "Ready to go back?"
I gave her another quick kiss on the forehead. "Jump on, spider monkey."