A/N: A huge thanks for my girls Sherry & Tiffany, also get well soon Sherry. ILY !

Chapter 4

"You're still here," Isabella said, when she woke to see her husband sitting by her side. She was surprised that duty hadn't called him away from her bedside.

"Ah said ah wid watch ever ye and ah did," Edward said, reaching out and tucking a strand of his wife's hair away from her face. He was glad to see some colour had returned to her cheeks. She no longer looked deathly pale. "How are ye feeling?" he asked, concerned. When he had heard that she had fallen down the stairs, she had given him a fright. He wasn't sure what he would have done if Emmett hadn't been there to catch her.

"Better," Isabella said, sitting up and looking down at her hands. She no longer felt sick, but she couldn't shake the feeling of worry that now resided inside of her. She was concerned for her own safety, as well, as that of her child's.

Edward caught his wife's chin and tilted her face towards him. "I didnae want ye tae be worry or be frightened, Isabella. I swore tae ye before that I wid protect ye wae my life and I meant it. No harm will come tae ye or oor bairn."

Isabella nodded. She knew her husband meant every word he said, but she didn't understand how he could protect her from the enemy, not when he didn't know who that enemy was. It could be any one of a number of people. It could even be someone close to her. That thought frightened her the most.

Edward could see that his wife wasn't listening to a word he said. She was too consumed with her own worries and fears, he didn't like that. He moved closer to her with the intent of distracting her from her thoughts. He cupped the side of her face and captured her lips with his, kissing her softly and gently, reassuring her that everything would indeed be okay.

Isabella was shocked by her husband's show of affection, but it was a welcome distraction. She didn't realise how much she had been craving his touch until she had it. She threaded her fingers into his long hair, tugging him closer, but it wasn't long until his soft and gentle touches were no longer enough to satisfy her needs. She wanted more, she wanted him. "Make love to me, Edward," she moaned.

Edward pulled away to look at his wife, with a proud smile on his face. It was the first time that she had ever been so bold enough to ask for what she desired. "Wae pleasure," he said, lifting her up and laying her back on the bed.