This is a filler chapter once again. (Dodges rotten fruit) I know, know. Sorry! There's no reason in this one but we needed to get some things figured out so this chapter is definatley important. Alot more fluff to those who enjoy that kind of thing :) Your reviews are making me so incredibly happy. Do you believe I'm about to reach 200 because I DON'T! You guys are the best reviewers in history! Big hugs for all of you! :)

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My dream was lost to me the second I woke up. I searched my mind, trying to remember something, but was unsuccessful.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust the light coming through his massive window. I yawned and pulled the covers farther up to my chin and closing my eyes. It was colder then usual in his room.

"Why is it so cold?"

I heard him chuckle softly. I opened my eyes, taken aback by what I saw. Edward was under the golden comforter with me. Usually he stayed on top, claiming I would get too cold if his body was too close for too long.

"Would you like me to move?" He asked innocently.

"No!" I yelled. I blushed as I realized I answered too loudly. "I mean…"

He chuckled, brushing the hair out of my face gently. "I would have just let go of your ankle and put you under the cover but I was afraid the swelling would return."

My ankle, I forgot about it. I looked down at it, resting in his palm. It was a ghastly dull purple color and I winced at the sight. Edward quickly smoothed down my hair, kissing my forehead slowly. He pulled back and adjusted himself so that his face was inches from my own.

"I'm sorry I overreacted." He whispered. "It's just sometimes I feel like you frighten me more then I frighten you. And I'm the vampire," he laughed lightly.

I smiled and let my fingers trail across his collar bone. "You don't frighten me at all."

He sighed. "I know."

"Why do I frighten you?"

He pursued his lips in thought, as if trying to find the right words. "I've told you before Bella that what we have… it goes against destiny… it goes against fate. And I feel like if I let you out of my sight for two seconds…" He paused and I could feel his fists clench behind my back.

I kissed his cheek quickly and he smiled, letting his fists unclench, but his pained expression returned quickly. "If I'm not there I feel like fate's finally going to get it's way."

"But you were there," I whispered.

He laughed, a hard, icy laugh. "And that's what terrified me the most! I was still there and fate was trying to do away with you!"

I ran my fingers threw his bronze hair, relishing at the softness. "Edward, I broke my ankle. There's been many times where I feel fate is trying to do away with me and this wasn't one of them." I continued because his expression told me he wasn't truly hearing me out. "Edward I almost got mulled by Tyler's van, I got attacked by a raging, lunatic vampire, slit my forehead open on a motorcycle, jumped off a cliff, faced an ancient team of vampires, and was in the middle of war with Victoria. You're telling me, that you thought fate was out to get me in a shoe store?" I was breathing heavily by the end of my little rant. I noticed immediately when Edwards hands returned to fists and his eyes twisted into black slits.

I ran over my own words in my head and found my flaw. I never really did tell Edward about cutting my forehead during the motorcycle phase.

"The point is," I continued. "We can't really know what fate has in store for us until it happens."

He took a deep ragged breath and I watched tensely as his eyes flittered back to their golden color. "I'm not letting fate touch you Bella. It'll take you away from me, I'm not suppose to be on this Earth…"

"But isn't that what fate is?" I whispered, touching his face. "Things happen for no reason at all, and pieces of a puzzle land in random places, and even you can't do anything about that."

He let my words sink in for a while. He smoothed my hair down with his palm and searched my face.

"You're right," he admitted finally. Then he furrowed his brow in concentration as he whispered, "Maybe this is fate. Who's to say it's not? Maybe my life had been planned this way since the day I was born. As was Carlisle's saving me and yours finding me."

I thought about that for a moment. "Fate's not very nice then," I whispered remembering the many times Edward claimed himself as a monster. If fate really was some kind of prevailing force, how could it plan for one's death. Or in this case, one's endless immortality.

Edward looked surprise at my conclusion. "No," he disagreed quickly. "If this is fate," he placed his palms on either side of my face and squeezed gently, a breath taking smile on his face. "Then fate is a beautiful thing." He leaned down and softly pressed his lips against mine. I pressed myself harder against him and felt my ankle fall off the position on his leg.

"Ow," I moaned softly against his lips. He pulled back surprised and then noticed my ankle on the sheets. He sat up and crawled to the other end of the bed. Gently he raised my foot in his palm and softly kissed the ghastly purple skin. His lips were just as cold as his hands – and much more preferred. I smiled.

"Better?"

"Mhmm," I sighed.

He grinned and kissed a trail from the top of my foot to my ankle bone. Then he reached back up to the head of the bed and grabbed a pillow, placing it under my ankle gently as if it was the most fragile piece of glass in the world. It probably was, compared to his inhuman strength. He crawled back up to sit next to me and kissed my forehead.

"Beautiful, clumsy girl," he mumbled against my skin.

I suddenly remembered his seventh reason and titled my head up to met his eyes. He smiled sheepishly.

"If you're so worried about my fate why does my clumsiness … attract you?" I couldn't think of the right word but he smiled.

He ignored my question and began to twirl a piece of my hair on his pointer finger. "Or is it not the clumsiness you like, but catching me afterwards?"

He laughed, and titled my head back to kiss my lips. "You caught me," he chuckled.

"Edward," I complained.

"Okay, okay," he amended. "I chose clumsiness as the seventh reason because the first time I saw you – though at the time it wasn't exactly pleasant – it seemed like you… stumbled into my life. In a sense you were like a wrecking ball that day, your smell enough to drive me mad, but then knowing how fragile you were. It gave me all the more willpower to kill you right there."

I cringed. Much like I always did when Edward brought up that day. He felt my recoil and kissed my forehead apologetically.

"But as I got to know you and love you, that disadvantage became an advantage. With the constant contact, merely catching you when you tripped, it forced me closer to you. Your clumsiness played a big part in why I was terrified to leave you alone for even a second, in fear you'd get hurt."

I thought about that for a while, eventually taking his hand and idly playing with his fingers. Threading my fingers through his and then tracing the lines in his hands. Finally I pulled away. "So, you like catching me?"

He laughed, "Very much."

I smiled and then went back to fiddling with his fingers.

The thought crashed into my mind unexpectedly and I audibly winced. I pressed my lips together firmly, hoping he hadn't heard me. My mind was already in a panic from my thoughts alone.

"Bella?"

Of course he heard it. He was a vampire.

I didn't answer him and continued to play with his fingers but my hands were shaking to much to pass as nothing.

He grabbed my shaking hands and used our intertwined hands to tilt my chin towards him.

"What?" he asked concerned. "What's wrong Bella?"

I took a deep breath. I had to tell him, not because he would be able to tell if I lied, but because if I didn't tell somebody soon I was almost positive I was going to explode.

"Don't get me wrong Edward, I love all of your reasons but…" I hesitated.

"But…" he encouraged, leaning closer.

I sighed. "All of your reasons have to do with me being human."

He leaned back, a puzzled expression coating his angelic features. I waited patiently for him to catch on. Finally, realization dawned on his face and before I knew it, my face was pressed in the crook between his shoulder and his neck and he was rocking me slowly.

"Bella," he chuckled softly. "I should have been more clear."

I waited as he hummed a part of my lullaby. Finally he whispered, "My reasons have to do with why I feel in love with you. Everyday I fall in love with you all over again because of the things I have portrayed. These are the things I love about the human Bella. Most likely, many of these things will not follow you after your change but this," he pulled back to cup my face in his hands once more. "This," he repeated. "Will always be there. Which is how I know I will love you forever, until the end of the world, for eternity."

I could feel my throat clench painfully and I knew what was coming next.

He smiled crookedly and leaned closer to whisper, "I'm sure that when you're a vampire I'll still fall in love with you everyday. All over again."

I felt his lips touch mine at the exact same time a pair of tears rolled hotly down my cheek. He felt it too and pulled away to wipe away the tears with his thumb.

Without warning, a jolting pain shot through my ankle, freezing me in place. It only lasted a second and was soon replaced with a emphasized throbbing.

Edward noticed and was soon behind his closet door, in a second he was out in a new set of clothes. He ran his fingers through his hair. "The morphine's wearing off, love."

Without my input he carefully swept me into his arms and began our journey downstairs at human pace, most likely an attempt to keep my ankle from moving too quickly, though that would be unlikely considering he had in gently braced in one of his hands.

He sat down on the sofa, keeping me safely in his lap. "The fact that I'm not aloud to put you down is defiantly an advantage." He smiled wickedly and kissed me. I giggled against his lips and he pulled back.

"Carlisle just said that I couldn't walk, he said nothing about not being able to sit on the couch by myself," I told him matter-of-factly.

"Whatever you say," he grinned.

In blinding speed I was sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch. Edward stared at the blank TV as if something interesting was on. I smiled and crawled across the couch and replaced myself in his lap.

He raised an eyebrow jokingly.

"I said Carlisle said nothing about not being able to sit by myself. I, however, think it's a good idea."

He laughed and leaned back against the pillows. I inclined my head against his chest and listened to my own breathing.

"What would you like to do this morning?" He asked.

"I get to choose?"

He laughed. "Well my plan doesn't take action until later tonight."

I raised an eyebrow. "You have a plan, do you?"

He nodded.

I smiled and looked around for something to do in the meantime. My eyes glazed over the room, finally falling on his piano.

"Will you play for me?"

He followed my gaze. "Of course."

He stood up, and I was still in his arms as we crossed the room to the piano. As gently as ever he placed me on the piano bench, bending down to make sure my foot wouldn't hit the ground too roughly. After he was done making sure I wouldn't crumble in front of his eyes, he sat down beside me and placed his hands on the keys.

"What would you like me to play?"

I bit my lip, deciding. "Play the one that Esme likes so much."

He smiled and turned back to the piano. Instantly his fingers were gliding over the ivory keys, sending the music into a soft spiral across the room. I watched as his fingers soared smoothly, as if it was effortless, and the wonderful music in the air was natural.

I leaned against his upper arm and closed my eyes, letting the soft drone of the music calm me. The tranquility forced me to forget about my ankle and I felt like I was on a cloud. Suddenly I felt his nose, gently prod my cheek. I opened my eyes, surprised to find that he was staring at me, yet the music still continued, his fingers moved as if they had memorized every key. The song came to a soft ending and he smiled. "Would you like to try?"

I stared at him, a staggered expression on my face. "Edward, I can't play the piano."

"I'll teach you," he smiled.

"You're going to teach me how to play…" I trailed off has he picked me up and placed me in his lap. His head tilted around me so that his cheek was pressed against mine.

"Put your hands on mine," he instructed softly.

My hands were shaking slightly as I placed them on his. They looked so small compared to his and I giggled nervously.

He began to play. The song was unfamiliar but his hands stayed in the same general area on the piano. This one was probably easier. I stared mesmerized as my hands flowed with his over the mixture of ivory and ebony keys. The song was beautiful nonetheless and I was amazed at how fingers simply touching this instrument could make such wonderful sounds.

"It's beautiful," I gushed quietly.

He turned his head, and looking solely at me he said, "Yes, it certainly is." And with that he finished the song, and played right into a melody that was very familiar to me. My lullaby.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest as my hands moved gracefully with his. Sitting here in his embrace, I could have melted. The music pulsed through me, pleasurably and movingly. I know how many times I've thought this, but this time, I truly meant it. If I could stay in one moment, for the rest of eternity, it would be right here.