Bella Swan

I had the most wonderful dream. Edward and I made love. Passionate amazing love. He kissed every part of me, worshiping me like I was a goddess. When I woke up completely nude next to my own personal god I grinned wildly. It was real and I loved every second of it. He looked to be sleeping comfortably and I didn't want to wake him up. I looked at the clock and it was around seven in the morning. I decided I might make us some breakfast and I had to find his glasses. I knew he'd be upset if he lost those.

I got up, moving carefully and slowly so not to wake him. I pulled the clothes from the floor and slung them over my computer chair. I brought his white shirt to my nose and inhaled the scent deeply. It was delicious. I put it on, buttoning it quickly. It almost went to my knees and the sleeves fell well past my wrist. I rolled them up several times, trying to arrange it perfectly. Finally, I grabbed my panties and slipped them on.

I walked into the dark hallway, watching my feet as I walked. I looked all around for the glasses, hoping I didn't accidentally step on them, breaking them. I heard someone clear their throat in front of me. My head snapped up and my skin flushed a bright red.

Alice was standing in front of me, a large smile over her lips. She had his glasses perched on her nose, sliding halfway down. They looked huge on her tiny face. "Have a good time last night?"

"Yup, can I have those back now?" I looked down at my feet, reaching my hand out for them.

She laughed before handing them over. "Well, I guess Edward told you why I didn't show up last night then."

"No, what? Huh? Oh yeah... where the hell were you?" I must have been still asleep. I totally forgot about my friend. She never came back home like she said she was.

"Well, I feel loved," she giggled. "That's alright, it seems from what I can tell that you two made up just fine. I'm glad. I'm not sticking around. I just forgot something."

"You don't have to stay away because of me," I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Trust me, babe. I'm having a great time, too. You go back to bed with your man. Have a good morning!" She called to me before heading off to her room.

I grabbed the remaining muffins from the morning before. I made myself a cup of coffee and Edward a glass of milk. I took them carefully into my room where he was still asleep. I set them on the side table, gazing happily at him.

He was mine and I was his. I was so happy. I crawled into the bed and began to kiss his chest lightly. "wake up, sleepyhead."

"Good morning," he muttered as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. His hands pulled me on top of him before they started to rub up and down my body. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

"Is that okay?" I pulled back, worried.

"That's so sexy," he smiled, moving the cloth up my thighs. I couldn't respond. I was altogether too fluster to concentrate.

"Um... I brought... I got us some breakfast," I stuttered after a few minutes of his touching.

"I've got something else I'd like to eat already," he grinned wickedly as he kissed my neck. I couldn't stifle the small moan that escaped my lips. He was torturing me on purpose.

"Breakfast. We need to have breakfast," I spoke finally, the heat rising my cheeks at a very quick pace.

"I love it when you blush, Bella."

"How can you tell?" I asked distractedly. He was doing a great job of luring me back into bed.

"Your skin gets hot in certain places. Like your cheeks and neck. I like it though. I like to know I can do that to you."

"It's not hard to do," I told him honestly. "I'm always blushing."

He chuckled. "It's still nice to know that I'm doing something right." He pulled me up beside him, my head resting on his shoulder. I passed him a blueberry muffin and his glass of milk.

We ate mostly in silence. I think we were all too deep in our own thoughts. Once I was done I laid my head down in Edward's blanket covered lap. He began to stroke my hair, twisting the strands between his fingers.

"What color is your hair?" He asked softly. He seemed embarrassed to ask. I realized that he didn't know. I guess it really didn't matter though.

"Brown. The same color as my eyes," I told him softly. I always thought that my color was boring.

"The color of dirt and tree trunks," He replied, laying his head back against the headboard.

I smirked, "yeah, something like that."

"Did I offend you, Bella?" He asked, concern flooding his face.

"No, it's just that I've never heard anyone describe it that exact way before."

"I have no idea what colors really are. I've never seen any. I've been blind since birth. I just know what color things are supposed to be. The sky is blue. The trees are brown. The grass is green. The clouds are white. The sun is yellow. The only color I know is black. Everything is black. They say it's not actually black, but I don't know. It's just… nothing."

I wrinkled my nose at the thought. A question started to form in my mind but I wasn't sure if it was rude or not. But, I suppose since we'd gotten so close that it was either now or never. "Why are you blind?"

"Ah, I was wondering when you were going to ask that," he chewed his words over for a moment. "Before I was born my mother was going shopping. She was alone, and it was starting to get dark. She wasn't more than a block away from our home though. Well, she was mugged and beaten. She somehow made it home. The stress of the event, along with the damage, threw her into early labor. So, that's why."

I interrupted, "you're blind because you were just early? Not from your mother getting beaten up?"

"In a way, yes. It's called retinopathy of prematurity or ROP. Usually, it clears up by the time the child is a year old. There are a few different stages. Stage one clears up rather quickly and it progresses to stage five, where you end up blind as a damn bat."

"And, you're stage five. Is there nothing that can be done about it? I mean, no surgery or anything?" I stroked his thigh gently in a comforting manner. Perhaps more for me than him.

"Not really. I mean, most stuff like that doesn't work. It's alright. I've always been this way. I'm used to it," he said with a heavy sigh. I watched as he pointed his face toward the ceiling as he closed his large sparkling green eyes.

"You've got eyes the color of grass and I've got dirt. So, I guess we go together, "I teased lightly.

He smiled slightly and chuckled, "I guess so. I would have never thought of it that way. It's kind of nice though. Strange, but nice all the same."

Edward Cullen

I didn't want to leave, but it was getting late and we both had class in the morning. She drove me back to the dorm since it was raining. When we finally came to my door a small sadness washed over me. I already missed her and she wasn't even gone yet. I pulled her close to me and began to kiss her firmly on the lips.

I pressed her against the wall and she giggled as her arms wove around my neck. I kissed her ears, her jaw, and even her nose. "Come over to study tomorrow?"

"Ah huh," is all she muttered. One of her legs hitched around my hip. I gripped the back of her thigh with one hand, pulling her closer to me.

Our lips met again and again, neither one of us willing to stop. I loved that I could get so lost in my own world with her. She was everything when I was with her.

"Hot damn Edward. Let the poor thing breath," Emmett laughed from beside me. I pulled back, hiding my face in her neck to hide my embarrassment. "You must be the great girl that Edward bought the jewelry for."

"I'm Bella," she told him as she moved her hand from around my neck. Her whole body wriggled as he shook it.

"Good job, man. She's gorgeous, just to let you know," he teased her charmingly. Bella's neck became instantly hotter.

"Trust me. I know," I finally lifted my head up. I smiled in his direction.

"Alright, you guys behave and have a good night!" He called to us before he shut his door. I sighed, pulling Bella's face close to mine.

"Goodnight, my Beautiful Bella."

"Sleep Well," and with one final peck on my cheek, she left.

I instantly felt empty without her around. It wasn't a feeling I was used to and I didn't like it in the least. I went into my dorm. The tapping of computer keys filled the small space, "hey Jasper. How was your weekend?"

"Great. Maybe even better than yours," his voice was filled with knowing. Alice. That little high pitched girl had a big mouth... I didn't really mind though. I would have shouted it from the top of the building if I didn't think Bella would get annoyed with me about it.

"I doubt that," I told him with a great big smile. I kicked off my shoes and placed them into the closet.

I checked my messages on my voicemail. Three from my parents. One from Saturday and two from earlier in the day, each one sounding more and more panicked. I picked up the phone and dialed my parents' number quickly. My mom picked up on the first ring. She didn't even pretend that she didn't know it was me. "Oh, thank god! Edward, where have you been?"

"Sorry, Mom. I've been really busy. Yesterday was my girlfriend's birthday and we've been out celebrating," I wasn't really sorry but I wasn't going to tell her that. Well, I was sorry for worrying her.

"That is no- Wait, you have a girlfriend?" My mother's voice went from scolding to elated in less than a second, "what's her name?"

"Bella."

"Bella? Bella? That's all I get. Tell me about her," my mother teased happily. I really couldn't deny her some of the information.

"Ah, well, she's an English major. She's from Phoenix originally. She's a great cook and has great taste in music. She funny and smart. And she's just... beautiful. Mom, she is so beautiful," I smiled the last word.

"Beautiful, huh? Well, I hope this girl is good enough for my son."

"I just hope I'm good enough for her," I told her honestly.

She scoffed at my worries, like any other mother would, "you're a wonderful young man."

"And, you're not biased at all, Mother," I teased her. She giggled playfully before sighing.

"Alright, well, since I guess you're too busy for me I'll let you go. Have a good night, honey."

"You, too. And tell Dad Hello for me."

"I will if you promise to call more regularly. I miss you," My poor mom sounded as if she was on the edge of tears and I felt instantly guilty. I'd just been so happy and busy with Bella. I made a promise to myself to call twice a week from then on. Sundays and Thursdays. I'd make it a habit.

"I miss you, too. Goodnight," I hung up the phone and set it on the nightstand.

I dreamed that night about Bella. Her voice, her skin, her scent. Everything about her. I dreamed about being able to see her. To actually see her beauty. The sweet dream slowly turned into a nightmare. The sound of Bella's voice shrieking out of fear of me, of how I looked, pounding in my ears.

I rolled out of bed and on the floor with a large thud. My knees would be bruised in the morning I knew. I clicked the clock and it said three am. It was too early to call Bella. I crawled back into bed with a heavy heart. I pulled the covers back over me and fought to fall back into a blessedly dreamless sleep.

Bella Swan

After I got home after dropping Edward off I finished some homework and wrote my mother an email. She had been gushing about her new husband Phil. She seemed really happy. I wondered if she would be happy for me, that I found someone that I cared for so deeply. I decided to tell her a little bit about him.

Hey Mom,

School is going great. I'm keeping a 3.5 but it's just started. We'll see how it goes from there. I'm really enjoying my classes. Most of them, anyway.

I'm glad to hear everything is going so well with Phil. Don't hurt yourself salsa dancing. Don't break Phil's toes or anything. He might need those.

Thanks for the birthday gifts. I love the cookbooks. I can't wait to try some of the recipes.

I just had a quiet birthday at home. No drinking or partying. You know, I'm not the type. I just spent it with...

I hesitated and tried to figure out how to introduce Edward to my mother. Should I just say, friend? That wasn't the right term for him. He was my boyfriend in every way. I hadn't told her about him yet. Not because I was ashamed but I knew how my mother was about dating. But what was she going to do from thousands of miles away? Simply fuss at me. And, I could tune that out. It wouldn't change a thing.

I just spent it with my boyfriend Edward. He's a great guy. He even helped me with dinner. (I refused to let him take me out, you know how I am. He gets just as frustrated as you.)

Anyway,

Love you and I'll talk to you later.

Bella.

I looked over the message over and over again before I finally sent it. I'm sure I'd either get an interesting phone message or email the following day but I didn't care. She could just get over it.

She could get over it. Wow. I don't think I had ever said or thought that phrase before. My mother never liked the idea of anyone getting married or even dating before they were thirty because of what happened with my dad and her. But, I was happy and I didn't care what she thought, or what anyone else thought for that matter.

I looked at the silver bracelet on my wrist before carefully pulling it off. I ran my finger over the braille inside. To see you is to see heaven. I wonder if he knew I felt the exact same way.

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