As it ended up, I did have the flu. It lasted for two weeks, but now I'm completely healthy and anxious to get out of the house.

Edward has been really sweet — waiting on my hand and foot, attempting to cook me meals, and just laying with me all day, talking and singing to me. Not to mention holding my hair when I threw up and hugging me tightly when I cried from frustration.

It's amazing how you think you love someone with all you got, but everyday you love them even more and more.

Needless to say, my love for Edward over the the past two weeks has grown immensely.

Right now he was talking to Carlisle, he didn't tell me why, just that he needed to talk to him. I stepped into the shower and thought about the past days.

Sometimes we had talked about stupid things Emmett did.


"What did Carlisle do?"


Edward was telling me about a prank Emmett pulled when they first moved to Forks. We were in my living room, and it was twilight; both of us under the same blanket. Our were hands interlocked and my head was on my shoulder, looking up at him when I wanted to see his expression
which was often. I was absentmindedly making my hand crawl up and down his forearm while we talked and laughed telling each other stories we've never told each other before.


"He calmly explained to Emmett how what he did wasn't funny, and wasn't acceptable. He told him that if he pulled that prank again
on anyone he would have to move out." He had chuckled at the memory.


Apparently, Emmett thought it would be funny to steal somebody's dog, and soak Carlisle's underwear in meat overnight, so when he put them on he would smell like it. At the perfect moment, he had released the dog, and thus, bit Carlisle; of course, it didn't affect Carlisle
just the poor dog who's teeth cracked. Emmett couldn't return the dog because of the teeth and the police became suspicious of the Cullen's who were one of the suspects. They had to steal a different dog who looked the same and was close to the same size to clear their name.


"The idiot," Edward had said, "watched Cheaper By The Dozen one too many times."


Obviously, that ended with us laughing in sync.



I laughed again — to myself — at the memory.

Although my laughter turned stopped when I remembered the other thing we talked about.


It was three o' clock a.m., and I was still up throwing up. I groaned as I got back under the covers, where Edward also was keeping me cool. I didn't feel like going to sleep, so I asked him a question.


"Do you ever think of your parents?" I had asked, in a whispered voice. I don't know why I was curious about it it was probably just that it was on my mind, what since I had the flu and all. I didn't regret the question once I said it I thought it was a good question I only regretted it when I saw his face. I never thought that he would be pained by the question. Stupid thinking on my part.


"I'm sorry," I had mumbled, blushing because of my stupidity. "I wasn't thinking."


He stoked my cheek and sighed.


"Sometimes. More now, because your sick. But it's more like...horror movie flashbacks. Usually I think about them more when I'm with you."


"Are they always horror movie flashbacks?" I inquired. Thankfully, he smiled.


"No. For example, when I gave you her ring," he stopped to hold my left hand, "I pictured her smiling at me. She would have loved you, you know."


I had smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "Who wouldn't?" I joked, trying to lighten up the atmosphere.


"Good question," He chuckled, humming my lullaby.


"Bella?"

At the sound of Edward's voice I immediately shut the water off — it wasn't till now that I realized that I was just standing in it and it was starting to turn cold.

"Um, hold on, Edward. I'm drying off!"

I heard a faint chuckle that motivated me to get dresses faster.

"If you forgot, we rescheduled the meeting with the caterer to today — since you were sick."

"Awh man!" I whined, opening up the door and throwing my dirty clothes in the hamper that was in my room.
"I know."

"It's a good thing your coming," I sighed, brushing my damp hair into a ponytail. I was still pretty tired and didn't feel like blow drying it.

When I turned around he yelled from downstairs.

"Come on my stubborn lamb."

I smiled and ran down. "Coming my overprotective lion," I said in the same patronizing tone. He chuckled and held my hand as we got to the Volvo.

"At least it's food," I commented. I was starving; my stomach growled and Edward looked at me with a disapproving look. "And it's free," I added, ignoring him.

"It's only samples, Bella. It won't fill you up very much. Do you want to stop for something?" He offered, taking my hand again.

"No thank you."

He sighed and I smiled, staring at his perfection the entire ride.


The catering place was small and organized. Edward watched me the entire time, chuckling every-so-often and making faces at food that was repulsive to him — which was just about everything.

To my disappointment, he was right. It didn't fill me up as much as I wanted it to — it just fulfilled me for the hour I was there.
While we were driving to McDonald's — Edward's new favorite place to take me because he knew he couldn't go wrong with it — I told Edward what my selections were. Apparently, he was too busy watching my reaction that he didn't pay attention. I explained how for the appetizers I got the garlic and herb shrimp — it was hard to go wrong with that— the bacon and cheese quiches — they were tiny with big flavor, as the chef explained — cheese and crackers — an obvious choice — and marinated mushrooms. For the main course I got wedding soup to start, and stuffed chicken with a twice baked potatoes and green beans. The only dessert I got to pick was the wedding cake, and I gave that responsibility to Edward, who picked it when I was trying the main course samples. I don't even know which one he picked. Charlie insisted that he wanted to handle the dessert menu himself; at first I disagreed, but then realized he truly wanted to help, and compromised that he could handle that, but I got to pick the cake. In the end, it made him happy.

Edward's voice brought me back to the present.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I'll have a chicken salad with Italian dressing," I said to the girl at the counter. She was staring at Edward, who was smiling back at her politely — only someone who knew him well, like me, would notice the annoyance that was deep in his semi-golden eyes. I held back a giggle.

"Excuse me?" I said; she wasn't moving.

"Oh, sorry. What do you want?" She asked me again, flushing a shade of pink.

"A chicken salad with Italian dressing," I said, curtly.

"Okay, coming up."

"Alright," I mumbled, smiling as Edward paid.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Any time, love." He whispered back, kissing my temple.


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