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Chapter 2: Who here knew Bella could do that? Part 1

BPOV

I looked up at Edward, his breathtaking face completely blank. I always told him he should join the major leagues of poker. He would always roll his eyes and ruffle my hair, then promptly get screamed at by the psychotic pixie that spent hours doing it in the first place. I was totally right though. He would so kick ass! His poker face could dupe the sharpest of eyes. The fact that he reads minds could be a little bit of help as well… As of now, I could get nothing from his face, despite knowing him so well

"Love, I think we should go to your house. You have to Charlie about this." Edward softly said in my ear. If I didn't know his voice as well as I did, I wouldn't have heard the note of unease that saturated it.

I sighed heavily. I was looking forward to that about as much as I would be to jump in a pit of rabid Canadian geese. Yeah, I said Canadian geese. "Ugh. Yeah, I guess so. Let's go." I hugged everyone goodbye except Rose and Jazz. I knew she wouldn't want me to, and I didn't want to make things any harder for him. We walked out to the garage and he opened the passenger door… of Emmett's jeep. "Ummm. Edward? Why aren't we taking the Volvo?"

He looked at me and my favorite crooked smile spread across his face, though I could tell that it wasn't completely genuine. "We're going to play some baseball later, and I thought you would prefer this to running the whole way. Was I right?" he looked into my eyes and I lost my train of thought. I was surrounded in warmth, suspended in a world of rich, luscious, molten gold.

"Yes," I breathed. It was harder to speak than it should have been, but that could be because I had forgotten to keep breathing. Again. He grinned and lifted me into the seat with his left hand while the right swiftly closed the door. He walked around to the driver's seat at what seemed like a ridiculously slow pace, even for me. "Hurry up, my Gran could go faster than that." I complained. He showed no sign of having heard me when he climbed in, save for a small smirk and slightly raised eyebrows. No one else would have noticed those things unless they spent the time I did just staring at him and memorizing his face. It was a little bit pathetic, but I really couldn't care less. After all, time wasted looking at Edward wasn't time wasted at all.

After he started the engine, he reached over the center console and caught my twitching hand in one of his. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles on the back of my hand as we drove along. After a few minutes of silence, I expected it to get weird, but it was strangely comfortable. I know it shouldn't have surprised me, but it did.

He slowed the car to a stop on my driveway, and parked right behind Charlie's cruiser. When the engine turned off, he turned to me and took both of my hands in his. I lifted my eyes from our entwined hands and focused on two golden orbs.

"I love you, Bella. Never doubt that. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. In your mind and in your heart. Please don't forget that." His eyes burned into mine, with such intense emotion I was momentarily taken aback.

I squeezed his hands tightly. "Never." I whispered, in fear that a loud voice would shatter the little bubble of tranquility we had. It always appeared when Edward and I were alone, shutting out the rest of the world.

He nodded and sighed, raising one hand to softly stroke my cheek. "Let's go then. Get this over with."

We got out of the Jeep and slowly walked to the front door, hand in hand. After I unlocked the door and put my hand on the knob, I murmured to myself, "Here we go," as I gently turned the handle and stepped inside.