Chapter 8
The soft light of yet another day leaked slowly into the room, and I knew it was probably time for me to wake up.
This realization didn't make it any easier, however. What did make waking up a brighter concept was the quiet voice that spoke softly into my ear.
"Bella."
I groaned softly, but willed my heavy lids to flutter open feebly. The light filtering into the room wasn't as bad as I had imagined; there was only one small wooden framed window in the very corner to allow light in, so it was still fairly dark. It was definitely enough light to allow me to stare sleepily back in his eyes, though.
I smiled. He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, and smiled back.
"Morning," I yawned.
He chuckled while I groaned again. Sleep was still on my mind; I wasn't fully awake yet. I also groaned because he looked so insanely beautiful at this moment, inches away from my face, and I had probably severely diminished a large portion of our alone time doing something as mundane as sleeping; that was unfair—I would've been happier just staring at him instead.
He laughed again at my disgruntled expression.
"Come on, Bella, I was hoping to make you breakfast in bed." His golden eyes were shining and burning and impossible to resist.
I frowned. I was a bit hungry, but that was completely unnecessary.
"I can make breakfast," I argued stubbornly.
"Yes, I know you can," he said, twining one of his arms around my waist, pinning me to the bed so I couldn't move and also stopping me from getting up. "But I'd still like to do it for you."
His cool skin on mine was always a distraction, but I was pretty well rested, so it didn't get to my head as much.
There was no point in arguing with him. He always won, always got his way, no matter how I presented my defence. I sighed heavily.
"There," he said with satisfaction, seeing my answer in my expression. The amount of wordless communication that generally passed between us was unbelievable. "I'll be back in a minute."
So softly, so carefully he brushed his smooth lips across my forehead, and my face evened out immediately. He smirked, and then pushed off the bed, disappearing out of the room too quick for my eyes to follow.
I ran a hand through my long hair which was splayed out on the pillow wildly.
No, this wouldn't do—I wasn't content just to lie here anymore now that he was absent from the old bed. It felt too big.
I sat up and yawned again, throwing the blanket off my, freeing myself from its confines. The room looked exactly the way it had before, and I smiled now, remembering.
I got up a little unsteadily. I could already smell the waft of food that drifted through the door, and it made my mouth water. I trudged out of the room.
When I got around the corner, Edward was there, smiling across at me in a knowing way. That smile held a little too much amusement for my liking, so I hurriedly skipped across the room and threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest so I wouldn't have to look at his face.
One of his arms snaked around me, but the other continued on with whatever he was doing. He didn't seem surprised that I'd gotten up, after he asked me not to.
"So did you sleep well?" he asked, busy making me my meal.
I nodded against him. "Yeah," I sighed. "How was your night?"
"Oh, it was very . . . interesting."
The tone of his voice caught my attention, and an involuntary blush crept up my cheeks. I tilted my head up to look at him questionably, but he wasn't looking down at me, so all I saw was the sharp angle of his jaw.
I opened my mouth to ask, but just then a timer went off. I withdrew my hold on him and stepped back, watching him as he flipped something off the stove.
He turned to me a moment later and he was balancing a tray in one of his arms easily that was already filled with very appetising food.
"Come on," he said, and led me across the small room. He walked right up to the front door and opened it wordlessly for me; I was confused, but slipped outside all the same.
I hadn't been able to take in the greenery that surrounded this little cottage before in the middle of the night. The sun was out and shining brightly, illuminating the clusters of wild flowers and little bushes that were delightful splashes of colour all over the place. The thick undergrowth of trees added to the whole reclusiveness of it. It was all that I could see around me, in all directions. We really were alone.
"This is really great," I admitted to Edward.
He shut the door behind us and stood beside me, looking outwards as well.
"Yes, it is," he agreed.
We ended up in a white hammock that was stretched out between two of the many trees. They were thick, tall, and provided a nice shelter from the dazzling sunlight.
The actual hammock was so huge it fit me and Edward in easily. I thought it would've been awkward trying to eat in it, but it was oddly relaxing. I rested against Edward, the tray in my lap, my head lolling on his shoulder. He'd cooked so much I felt a bit guilty that I had to leave so much on the plates, but he just grinned and placed the tray down on the ground, barely jostling me.
"What time where you born at?" he asked suddenly out of the blue.
"Oh, umm . . . I'm not entirely sure," I said, wondering why it mattered. "Why?"
"Was it the morning or night?" he pressed, ignoring my question.
"Afternoon, actually, I think."
"Hmmm . . ." he mused.
"What is it, Edward?"
He rubbed my arm soothingly. "I was just trying to figure out something . . ." He looked down at me, and as I was already craning my neck to look at him, our eyes locked. His special crooked grin broke out across his face. "Do you know that I was with Alice the moment you were born?"
That hadn't been what I was expecting. I blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"Yes, really. I wasn't even really doing anything at the time." His voice changed, quietened, and it began to sound like he was talking to himself more so than me. "At that exact moment you were born, entered this world, I was completely oblivious to it. My whole life altered, changed, because of you, and I didn't notice anything! I didn't know. I didn't know the most important person had already begun to change my life." The last part he uttered so softly, his eyes focusing back to mine, burning molten gold, that I lost my breath for a moment. He then grinned so wildly, all of his shiny teeth flashed in the light.
"Well, you can't expect yourself to be aware of everything that going on. There will be some things you don't know about." And the day I found one would be a miracle. "Besides, it all worked out right in the end, right?"
He didn't answer, he just leaned in and kissed me on my neck. I took that as a confirmation and settled myself deeper into his arms.
Really, really, really short, I know. But I was so desperate to get this up. I promise to post something longer on this on Thursday. Review, if you'd like, it makes me more motivated to write! :)
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