A/N: Thanks so much to all who reviewed, it makes me update faster, believe it or not.

I wrote this chapter during my history and English class…and let me tell you it's hard to write in the dark!

Anyway, on with the story…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; it belongs to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.

Hidden Cave

Bella's Point of View

My mind was running like crazy. Had I really just asked Edward to marry me? I continued running. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I was shocked that I hadn't fallen. These vampire traits turned out to be quite helpful. I felt eyes on me from all directions as I raced out the door, and I knew Edward was probably running after me, but I didn't stop I just kept running.

I ran in circles, weaving through the trees, constantly nearing the edge of the island. After a few moments of running I was at the waters edge. I looked around trying to find a place to hide. Off to the left I spotted a large tree that I could surely hide behind. As I walked to the back of the tree, I realized the tree had been concealing the entrance to a cave. Slowly, and cautiously I entered it. The cave only went back five feet, and it was probably only three feet wide.

I sat down, leaning my back against the right wall of the cave. I pulled my knees to my chest and laid my head down on them. Suddenly I felt wetness on my face. I lifted my head up expecting to see a leak of some sort, but there wasn't one. My body went further into shock as I realized I was crying. I was supposed to be a vampire! Vampires cannot cry!

Everything in my life was causing me confusion today. First I ask Edward to marry me, and now I'm a crying vampire. My emotions were overpowering and I felt like I needed sleep, but I couldn't sleep…or could I? If I was able to cry, was able to sleep too? I decided to test it out. I stretched out my legs and positioned myself in laying down manner. I slid my eyelids shut and attempted to sleep. After only a few seconds I gave up on the idea. I sat back up, leaning against the wall, and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from eyes.

My mind continued to run rampant. Did I want to marry Edward? I love him like crazy, and I want to be with him forever. Now it seems silly that I ever ran from the idea. When I found out I had leukemia, I realized our time is short and we need to live it to the fullest extent. Even though I was a vampire now, I still wanted to live every moment as if it were my last.

Why had I run from Edward? Why didn't I just talk to him? After all he wanted to get married. I continued to cry as I thought about my life, and how lucky I am. I have Edward, the best gift in the world, I have the Cullen's, which have proved time and time again how lucky I am to have them, and of course there's the fact that I'm not dead, like I should be, or would be soon. Was it possible for me to be more emotional as a vampire than I was as a human? It sure seemed like it.

Edward's Point of View

I sat on the bed completely stunned. Bella told me to marry her. I was still having difficulty grasping the idea. As she ran out of the room, I continued to sit there, still too shocked to move. Then I realized she was probably going to hide, so I quickly got up, and raced down the stairs. My family was sitting in the living room; I looked at them, hoping for some direction of which way Bella had gone. They all pointed towards the door, but as I read there minds I realized they really didn't know where she went, other than out.

I pushed out the door, and easily picked up her scent. I weaved through the trees going in a circle. Only Bella would run in circles, instead of run directly to the edge, but instead of taking a shortcut, I continued to run in the circles, just in case she had stopped before the water's edge. Finally I reached the edge of the island. I looked around, but I wasn't able to see her. I slowed down my pace, and continued following her scent to a large tree, as I walked around the tree, I spotted a cave, and in the cave, sitting on the floor, knees tucked to her chest, and body trembling sat my love, my Bella.

I slowly sat down next to her, and pulled her shaking body into my arms. She looked up at me, and I realized she had tears draining from her eyes.

"Are you crying?" I asked softly. This confused me greatly.

"Yes." She mumbled, and started crying more.

"Shh, baby, what's wrong?"

"I can't…even be…" The sobs stopped her mid-sentence.

"You can't be what?" I asked trying to get to the answer more quickly.

"A normal vampire." I chuckled lightly at this, which seemed to make things worse.

"And now you're laughing at me!" She cried out.

"Bella, love, why would you want to be normal? Normal is so boring."

"Yeah, well have you ever heard of a vampire who cries?" She asked angrily.

"No. But it doesn't matter Bella."

"What about a vampire that doesn't drink blood? Isn't that the whole point of being a vampire?" I pulled her closer to me, as she continued to cry, her trembling slowing down.

"I have not, but you my love, you are perfect just the way you are."

"But…" I silenced her by placing my index finger gently on her lips.

"There are no buts about it." I paused. "You are perfect the way you are, there are no changes that would make you better." I smiled kindly at her, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you." She said quietly, as she cuddled into my side, nestling her head in the crook of my neck. We sat like that for several minutes in silence. Neither of us wanting to break the moment.

"Edward…" My angel whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"Well…umm…about what I said earlier…" I snapped up, and started paying closer attention to her words. "I meant it." A smile graced my features.

"Will you marry me?" She asked me.

"No." I said with certainty in my voice.

"Oh, um…okay." She started to pull her body away from me, but I quickly grasped her tighter, pulling her ever closer to me than she had been before.

"Don't you even want to know why?" I asked her still smiling, but she wasn't even looking at me.

"I already know."

"Oh? Why do you think I said 'no' then?" I asked curiously. She obviously didn't know the real reason, because she seemed sad, and hurt.

"I waited too long; you don't want to marry me anymore." I chuckled, and she looked up at me wide eyed.

"Bella, that's the most absurd thing I have ever heard. I said 'no' because I'm the one who has to ask you. Silly girl." She continued to stare at me for several seconds, as if making sure I wasn't making a joke. Then she hit my arm playfully.

"That wasn't very nice." She pouted. In response to her pout, I kissed her lips firmly.

"I'm sorry love; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I flashed her my crooked smile, the one I knew always made her forget her original thoughts.

"That's so not fair!" She exclaimed, I just laughed.

"And now you laugh at me! Jeesh, you would think that after a girl has had such an eventful day her boyfriend wouldn't laugh at her." She stated with a huff, pretending to be upset.

"You're so cute." I said while nuzzling her neck. She sighed, signaling that she would just drop it.

"Are you ready to go home?" I asked, looking down into her gorgeous cerulean blue eyes.

"Huh?" She asked, confusion covering her features.

"Home, do you want to go back to the house?" I asked trying to make things clearer.

"You mean you aren't going to ask me to marry you?"

"No. Not now."

"What? Why?" Anger took over her features.

"A proposal needs to be planned, it needs to be special, and beautiful, not just some random 'Will you marry me' down on one knee."

"I don't think it would be random. We're talking about getting married."

"Yeah, which makes it even weirder. Please Bella; just let me do this when the time is right."

"And when will that be?" She raised her voice slightly to me.

"When you least expect it." I smiled at her, and she glowered at me. "And trust me, you will love it, and you will be happy you waited."

"Uh." She breathed heavily. I grasped her hand in mine, and we walked back to the house.

As we got onto the porch in front of the door, Bella continued to walk forward, but I pulled her back to me.

"What are" I kissed her while wrapping my arms securely around her.

"What am I doing?" I finished her question for her. "I'm kissing my lovely girlfriend." I said smiling brightly at her. She nodded and then we walked into the house.

Everyone was still in the living room, awaiting our return home.

"Is everything okay?" Esme asked.

"Yes." I responded, but then Bella answered the question as well.

"No." She said, and I turned to stare at her in shock.

"What's not alright?" I asked her quickly and stared at her waiting for her answer.

"There aren't enough bedrooms in the house." She claimed.

"What do you mean? We've already taken care of room arrangements." My family nodded in agreement with me.

"Yes, but I'm in need of my own room."

"Excuse us." I said politely to my family, and I took Bella upstairs into our room.

"What's wrong with this room? And why do you need your own bedroom?" I asked truly confused by the whole ordeal.

"You said you wouldn't have sex with me until we were married, and I can't deal with the temptation, maybe you can, but I can't. It's too much."

"So you won't live in the same room as me."

"Not right now I won't." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Bella was always the one who wanted to push the boundaries, and now she wanted to get rid making out completely?

"I'm confused."

"Edward, it's quite simple. I'm tired of you teasing me." I started to protest. "No, I'm talking you wait. You may not consider it teasing, but I do. It's not fair to me. Just when I think you'll give me more, you pull back and say 'We can't, we aren't married'. Well I'm sorry, but I can't deal with it anymore. So until we get married, or you give in, I need my own room."

"Bella…" I moaned.

"Look who's complaining now." She said with a annoyed voice.

"I thought you said you liked our night time ritual." I continued.

"I do, I love it, but it's too much for me to handle. Especially now, the only thing holding you back now, is that we aren't married. You used to be able to say, 'I could hurt you', but that's no longer an issue. Getting me all worked up and then stopping is cruel and unusual punishment, and I didn't even do anything wrong."

"You can have the room." I said giving up.

"What?"

"Well you said you needed your own room, you can have this one."

"But where will you go?"

"Well, if I feel like laying around, I will just take the couch in the living room. Hopefully you'll let me keep my stuff in here?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Alright, I have one question for you."

"Shoot."

"Since you're a vampire, and cannot sleep, what do you really need the room for?"

"It's not so much that I need the room, I just can't have you with me in the room alone with a nice, comfortable, inviting bed, and that will happen if we share a room, and you know it."

"Fine. So I can't lay with you anymore."

"You can if you behave yourself, but I'm not giving you a bunch of chances, if you cross a line that's it."

"Well if you are going to give me that chance, can I have a chance to just keep this room as ours, instead or yours?" She sat thinking for a moment.

"One chance, that's it. If you tease me, it's over, and it's my room. Got it?"

"Got it."

"You know, if you would just"

"Do not finish that sentence Bella, I will ask you to marry me when the time comes along."

"Fine." She said with a huff.

"And here you going huffing again, shouldn't I be doing that? You just requested that I basically keep my hands off of you."

"Yeah, well you deserve it." She said smiling at me devilishly.

"Come on." I said pulling her from her seat on the couch, and towards the door.

"Where?"

"To go see what the family is up to." She nodded and followed me down.

"Are you still in need of your own room?" Carlisle asked politely. I looked towards Bella, hoping she hadn't changed her mind about the whole 'chance' thing.

"Nope, we figured that situation out."

"That's good." Carlisle and Esme both said.

"So what's up?" Bella asked moving her head around, so that the question was open for anyone to answer.

A huge smile appeared on my face as I read the minds of my family. They all had some interesting ideas for the remainder of the day.

A/N: Alright end of chapter. Not quite as long as chapter one, but it's not too short…right? Thoughts? Opinions?

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Shelby