Chapter 3

But we're MARRIED! Does that mean anything to anybody?

I felt like breaking down into tears as he played, playing with such passion and now he couldn't show it to the world because of me. The way his long, slender fingers slid down the keys in such a graceful way, he was truly amazing. Edward sighed and stopped playing. "I know," I said and Edward looked at me. I was sitting next to his on the piano stool.

"Know what?" he asked.

"Know why you're all… you know… sighing and what not."

"I'm just a little tired. You can go back to sleep if you want. You don't have to stay up with me." It was in the middle of the night and the moon shinned like a gigantic night light in the sky. Even then, the moon's beauty couldn't hold a candle to Edward.

"I want to. I'm not even tired."

"You're only doing this because you still feel guilty. I told you I forgive you. Guilt isn't necessary—"

"Maybe to you it's not, but… I can't help but feel guilty. It was my fault—"

"It was Jessica's fault."

"How? I'm the one that pulled out all that precious hair off her head." Edward laughed. "It's not funny."

"Sorry… and Jessica started it. She hit you first—"

"I told her to hit me and she would see what would happen… get all her hair pulled out."

"She hit you. You only asked her too. If you asked her to jump off a bridge you think she'd do it?"

"Now that I think about it… I think she would." He laughed again. "She was always that dumb."

"You're telling me… Jessica was really not that dumb in middle school. Lauran kind of… stupi-fied her."

"Stupi-fied?"

"I guess so. I wonder who can De stupi-fy."

"That would take a mastermind." I was feeling a lot better talking to Edward and he knew what he was doing. Trying to make me forget about the big mistake I made earlier today. I ALMOST completely forgot about it. "And… sorry… again."

Edward sighed. "I told you, love, I forgive you. Now can you please stop apologizing? It's not necessary."

"Music is necessary and you know it. You can't spend a day without playing what you love."

"Bella… are you suggesting that a piano is more important to me than you?"

"Sort of. You probably love things like that equally."

"Things like that? Bella, you're not a 'thing', you're a human being. And I love you more than any instrument. I'm surprised you'd even think you were equal to it."

"I know what you mean, but—"

"No buts. I do NOT love the piano more than you. I could careless about it… or the job."

"But—" He sighed again and dropped his head on my shoulder wearily. "Sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"Sorry — Oh sorry — I mean… sorry — dang it. I apologized for apologizing, okay? I just couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. What am I going to do with you?" He kissed me on the cheek and then my lips. "I love you."

"You sure?"

"More than a piano." That was a stupid question for me to ask. I knew Edward loved me more than a piano. I just felt guilty for getting him fired. That's all!

I eventually fell asleep sitting next to him at the piano and woke up in bed again. The morning was so different. It felt like an afternoon. I must have been over sleeping again and Edward was there. He must have left. I got out of bed, pulled on my slippers and walked out the room. Alice was in her room still sleeping. I went downstairs and no one was there. The kitchen was empty too, so I went in to grab a bite to eat. They were loaded as always. Snacks galore! "Oh yeah!" I said to myself, getting ready to start my eating spree. This was going to be fun! I grabbed a box of fruit roll ups first and started with the candy. I was so childish, eating candy like it was no tomorrow. It might not be!

After I was done eating like a wild animal, I dropped on the sofa. I was full. Then Edward came home and saw me on the couch. "Bella?"

"Hey, Ed. What up?"

"Are you sick?"

"No! I'm just so," I burped and that answered his question.

"God, Bella, you should stop doing that. I mean, it was funny when you ate everything at our wedding, but…" he chuckled, "okay it's still a little funny. But you do look sick."

"Yep! I think I'd about done it. Oh yeah, that last piece of cake was… yummy!"

"I'm sure it was." He walked over to me and carried me to his car. We headed to the doctors in a flash. "You feeling okay?"

"I'm just peachy pee," I said with a smile a dentist might get frightened by.

"Yeah, we need to get you're teeth whitened… again."

"Peachy!"

When we got to the hospital front desk, Edward signed me in. "Isabella Cullen," he said, answering a question the worker lady asked.

"Are you… Edward Cullen," the lady asked and Edward nodded slowly. Probably thinking, "how does this weird lady know my name?"

"Okay, my wife ate too much junk food. You think you can help me out?"

"Sure… you know, my father owns a musician corporation nearby. I saw you on TV last month at a championship. Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right. I played the piano at the competition—"

"In won first place. Congratulations! Now about my father, he owns 'Concord'—"

"Concord? You mean the music corporation?"

"Yeah, you heard of it?"

"Yes, I was accepted there… until I got fired—"

"You were fired? For what? I could get you back into it. I've seen you play and you're definitely worth it."

"Thanks, but—"

"But?" I questioned. "Why but? She's trying to give you your job back and you're questioning her? Just accept."

Edward laughed. "Chill, Bella, I was getting to that. I was going to say Mr. Johnson… that's you're father, right?"

"Yeah," the lady said. "My name is Remunia by the way."

"And you think you could ask you're dad to give me my job back?"

"Yes, but… on one condition."

"Condition? What is it?"

"That's you're sister, right?"

"You mean, Bella? No, she's my wife."

"Oh… well—"

"What's the condition?" I urged and Edward puzzled.

"I was going to ask if Edward could do me a little favor," Romunia said.

"What favor?" I asked.

"If he goes on a date with my friend, I'll get em' back into the corporation."

"He accepts."

"WHAT?" Edward shouted. "I'm not accepting."

"Why not?"

"Well, maybe because—"

"Edward, it really doesn't matter cause you're married. It's not like you're going to stay with her."

He thought for a moment. "Okay… I accept. Who is it anyway?"

"My friend Jessica," Romunia said and Edward's mouth dropped.

"NO!" he said sternly and before any one of us could say anything else he said, "NO!" again.

"Why not?" Romunia asked. "You know her?"

"Yes, she's my EX girl friend. There's a reason for the EX because we are EX meaning DONE!"

Romunia sighed. "I understand. So… Bella. Go on a date with Justin and you got a deal. You don't know a Justin, right?"

"Why would Justin want to date Bella? He doesn't even know who she is," Edward said.

"So… he would do anything for any kind of date. And Bella's the kind of girl he likes—"

"Bella's the kind of girl ANYONE would like."

"Na uh," I protested. "That's not true. And I accept. I'm going to get you're job back even if it means going out with some loser."

"But we're MARRIED! Does that mean anything to anybody?" Edward asked us both.

"No, not really," I said. "And it's just one date. What's the worst that could happen…? Unless you want to go on a date with Jess—"

"Okay, I accept… no way am I doing that—"

"Alright, It's a deal," I said to Romunia and she nodded. I felt a little better… now that I was getting Edward's job back!

Okay that was chapter 3. Hope you liked it! Review please! And in the next chapter, I got a SUPER COOL SURPRISE FOR YOU GUYS! OH I CAN'T WAIT! YAY! YAY! YAY!