Twilight Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

By, Faith Weitzner

"Bella…" Edward's soft voice called me awake, from yet another dreamless sleep.

"Edward…?" I said. My voice still thick with sleep.

"Bella? Are you really awake?" He said, suspiciously, as if he were expecting me to say no.

"Of coarse I am…why? Were there some false alarms?" I said while getting into a sitting position.

"Yes…" His brow furrowed in indecision. His arms reached out to catch me, as if I were going to fall, when I stood up to stretch.

"Edward, I'm fine. Please, relax." I said in a calming voice, hoping to break the tension that seemed to radiate from his whole body.

He put his arms down, in defeat. By the look of his face, I was going to hear about something that was really troubling Edward.

"Last night…In your sleep…you were mumbing something about Edward's Bella and……Jacob's—" He seemed reluctant to say his name. "–Bella."

Oops. I guess in my figuring things out, I was asleep. See, I have this problem, where, when I am dealing with something stressful or just mind provoking, I work it out in my sleep. But here's the catch. I talk in my sleep. This might be ok for some people, but for me it's not. Because, I have Edward. And he is always there with me at night.

He saw the shame on my face—sometimes I think my face is just an open book shouting to everyone, "Read me! Read me!"—and brought up his finger up to my face and stroked my cheek. It felt comforting.

"Wait." I said, suddenly nervous. " If you know what I was sorting out last night, then you must have heard my conclusion." He just stared a blank stare at me, not willing to show emotion.

"Edward…" I said slowly, leaning into him so that my face was inches from his. "I chose you."

Immediately, I saw the tension break, just like I wanted it to. And he was pulling me up into his arms and lightly brushing his lips against mine.

Through the times that we stopped for air, I teased, "Edward, how could you even question my love for you."

He was suddenly very serious. All the rejoicing forgotten.

"You just looked so…so…anguished. It was so difficult for me to watch, to hear."

I suddenly felt morose creeping into my view, too. I hated to see him hurting.

"I'm sorry I had you worried." I said in a small voice. I felt such shame for what I had put Edward through. I didn't know what else to say.

"Worried?" He said, suddenly angry. "Worried?" He said the word disgustedly, as if I just threw up all over his brand new shoes.

"You had me…You had me…" He seemed at a loss of words. "If I could, I would have been sweating bullets and biting off my nails.

"I'm sorry Edward." I repeated.

He suddenly picked up on my shame filled mood and his face immediately shaped into concern.

"Oh." He said. "No, I'm sorry, Bella. I shouldn't have burst. I very sorry." He smiled that heartbreaking crooked smile of his and kissed once more, before I could protest.

"So…" I said when we were gasping for air. "What…are we…doing…today…Edward…?"

He smiled once more and my heart skipped a beat.

I could tell I was into for something big.

A change.

"We are going to see Billy Black."