"Edward?" I called out as I walked into my bedroom. "What in the world is this?"
My bed was surrounded in high sides, reminding me of toddler beds. There was a slight opening towards the head of the bed, but just small enough so I could step through it.
Edward stepped into my room silently. "Hello, love," he murmured against my neck. "Is everything okay?"
I fought hard against my body's initial reaction to Edward's touch. "No, everything is not okay." He twisted me around in his arms so I faced him. "Why did you do this?" I continued.
He looked too innocent. Way too innocent. "Why did I do what, love?"
I glared at him for as long as I could; a total of 2 seconds. "Put a barrier around my bed."
"Oh," realization and a bit of horror crossed his features. "Are you mad?"
"A little." I looked down at the carpet. "Why did you do it, Edward?" I repeated.
He looked a little miserable, and I was mad at myself for making him feel that way. "Because of the odds."
"What odds, Edward?" It felt like trying to drag the information out of a child.
"The odds of dying by falling out of bed…"
A small smile crossed my lips. "Which are…?"
"Two in a million."
I kissed him softly, trying not to laugh. "You know I'm not that clumsy, don't you?"
"You can never be too careful with what you love," he whispered, raw emotion in his voice.
"Amen to that."