I do not own anything Twilight, not even Edward Cullen pouts

I don't own anything with Clair de Lune or Claude Debussy, either. I don't even know if he's alive still. I got that song from Twilight and looked it up on-line.


Chapter 4

Edward's POV

This must be what heaven was like.

I was sitting in the clearing, and Bella, My Bella, My love, was sitting in my lap ever so peacefully. Yes, exactly like heaven.

Then I heard something, quiet and faint. I looked around, and saw nothing. I heard it again, and realized it was coming from Bella. She was snoring. I laughed quietly, trying not to wake her.

"Edward?" her sleeping voice questioned. "Edward, where are you?"

I wondered what she was dreaming about. Now was one of those times I wished I could read her mind.

"Edward, oh I've found you!" even in her dreams, I could hear Bella's excitement.

"Jacob? Jake, don't"

I looked at my Bella's face, to see what it might be that Jacob had done now. She seemed worried. Perhaps about Jacob? I sighed.

But then, for whatever reason, Bella began screaming. Unsure what to do, I tried to wake her by shaking her shoulders. The others had turned their attention toward us now, and Bella continued screaming.

"Edward, what's going on?" Esme asked. Everyone had formed a circle around us.

"Bella fell asleep. I think she's having a bad dream."

Six faces suddenly relaxed. Apparently, they had expected much worse.

"Bella? Bella, love, wake up!" I shouted in her ear.

Bella didn't wake, but her expression became shocked.

"Jake, why?"

I shook her more. "Bella wake up!"

"Edward, I love you"

In spite of myself, I smiled. That was nice to hear. But Bella still needed to wake up. Her face then became pained, and she started screaming again. I shook her a little more roughly, and at last her eyelids fluttered open.

"Oh!" Bella said, rolling out of my lap. Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie laughed. Bella stumbled to her feet, almost fell, and I got up to help her.

"Morning, sleeping beauty" I teased lightly.

Bella surprised me by throwing her arms around me. "Edward!" she shouted. This was very confusing.

She must have seen my puzzled face. "Horrible dream," she explained. "I'll tell you later, maybe."

"Let's get this show on the road, its nearly 5:30!" Alice chimed. I took Bella's hand and we got in my Volvo. Everyone else piled in Carlisle's Mercedes. I turned to face Bella.

"So, that sounded like one dream" I hinted.

Bella's POV

I cringed. "Oh, um, yes." I said indifferently. The dream was, actually, much to horrible. In my dream, I was stumbling through the forest again, looking for my, well my fiance'. Ugh. I shuddered at the word.

At first the dream was happy as could be, for I had found Edward. He was gorgeous as ever, but strangely distracted. Following his line of sight, I saw Jacob as a wolf. Then it all clicked. They were fighting.

Then the real horror came. Edward had been losing. Seconds after that, Edward's body, motionless, fell to my feet. I probably started screaming then.

"Bella?"

Edward's voice woke me from my thoughts.

"Yes, Edward?"

"Would you like to explain your dream now, or later?"

"Okay." I swallowed. "Well first I was looking for you, then I found you and Jake fighting, and Jacob had been winning." I said, leaving out many details. "It was a terrible nightmare." I added.

Edward seemed displeased. Looking over at me, he said "In your dream, the dog wins? That's insulting."

I giggled. "I told you, it was a nightmare!"

Edward laughed and put his arm around me.

A few minutes later we arrived at the theater where I guessed we would watch the concert. I looked up at the sign, it said Claude Debussy's Clair de Lune. I smiled up at Edward. My mother used to play this song at our house. I loved it. Edward smiled back at me, thrilled that this made me happy.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Your welcome. Though Alice had more to do with this than me. I suggested it, but she put it all together."

I kissed him lightly before getting out of my door to hug Alice.

"This is perfect." I said to her. "Thanks"

Alice smiled and then led the way inside. I thought I heard Emmett groan as he read the sign. Apparently he didn't like classical.

When we got inside, we only had to wait a few minutes before I heard that familiar, lovely song playing. Tears began welling in my eyes, so Edward swept them aside and kissed me lightly.

"Don't do that for awhile, kay?" I asked him.

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"It's very hard to hear this beautiful song when I am dizzy" I explained. Edward smiled my crooked smile and reluctantly turned his attention to the stage, but kept his arm around me. I was okay with that, as long as I could still hear.


I can't post links, but look up Clair de Lune. It's really pretty!