AN- Sorry it took so long for me to post again. I finished this chapter and I'm putting it up now. Then I'm going right to work on the next. Hopefully it will be up soon as well.


Nightmares and Sweet Dreams pt1

I watched as the bright sunlight played in my wife's hair. She was sleeping peacefully now. I could hear her deep breaths and the steady beat of her heart. It had been a long night, well morning. Bella had not slept well. She'd had many disturbing dreams, calling out the names of most of her family and friends. I could only assume she was having nightmares about leaving them. The most disturbing dream came near mid morning. She had been talking about Jake, once again calling him 'my Jacob'. The frightening part was that I didn't recognize the tone of voice she used. I had no idea what the dream was about.

I kept telling myself that her subconscious was just working things out for her. She'd had a lot of stress lately. The important thing was that she had chosen me. She loved me. She was my wife dammit, that meant something. Finally an hour or so after her last utterance, she whispered my name. It was a sigh full of peace, love, and contentment. With that one sound, she pushed my fears aside.

I had been waiting for her to have nightmares about me. It would certainly have made sense after what happened last night. I had come so close. My jaw clenched and my eyes shut tightly trying to block out the painful thought. It had been such a long day. No, it had been such an excruciatingly long few weeks. I had used up every ounce of my self control. I could see how tired Bella was. I had thought she would surely be asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Then she had . . . surprised me, shattering what self control I had been clinging to. I had come so completely apart that my thirst for her, my control of which I thought had long ago ingrained itself into my very being, had come raging back, bringing with it the monster inside of me. I could only be thankful that Bella hadn't known how much danger she had truly been in. If so she would have surely fled. Had she done that, there was no way I could have contained the predator inside of me.

Instead she had brought me back. She had accomplished the impossible in a way only she could have thought to. I smiled down at my sleeping beauty. This woman knew me better than I knew myself. Even at my very worst, she could bring out the noblest part of me. I loved her so much. I could never survive without her. I shuddered at how close I had come to. . . I still couldn't finish the thought.

I could never put her in that kind of danger again. Yet I knew we couldn't go back to how things were. Perhaps if we took it very slow, if we were very careful. We would have to go over the rules again. I wanted Bella to truly enjoy her last few days of being human, but not by risking her safety. I covered my face with my hands. I would have to tell her. I would have to be brutally honest if I was to be sure she would be safe. Would she hate me? Would this be the point where she finally ran away screaming?

"Mmmm," I heard my angel begin to wake. I lie down beside her and put my face in front of hers so she would see me when she opened those beautiful brown eyes.

"Hello, beautiful," I whispered as her lashes fluttered open.

She smiled, melting my heart, "Good morning, my handsome husband." I smirked a little. She blinked and then noticed how much light was in the room. "What time is it? How long have I been asleep?" she questioned, looking around the room.

"It's after noon, and about eight hours," I kissed her forehead.

"What? Why did you let me sleep so long?" she cried.

I laughed, "There was no reason not to." I brushed the hair away from her face, "You obviously needed the sleep, love."

"What I need is to be spending time with you. Now I've slept almost a whole day away!" she was entirely too distressed.

"Bella, we have the rest of eternity to spend time together," I reminded her gently, "for now, you need to sleep too." She opened her mouth to argue, but instead blushed deeply as her stomach growled loudly. I chuckled, "and to eat as well."

She scowled and glared at me, but she was so beautiful angry, I didn't mind. She gave up and sighed. "I guess I better get up and feed this frail human body then," she grumbled, beginning to get out of bed.

I gently restrained her by putting my hands on the soft terry cloth covering her shoulders, "Oh no you don't. I want you to stay warm as long as possible. You nearly froze in the tub last night, and it's going to get chilly again once I crawl under those covers with you." I winked at her, knowing it would fluster her to the point of being unable to argue. I was rewarded with a sweet blush and an increase in her heartbeat. "I'm bringing you breakfast in bed."

"Fine," she said, kissing one of my hands. "But am I at least allowed two minutes out of bed for a human moment?" she asked from below lowered lashes. I shook my head at her shameless attempt to dazzle me, which worked like a charm.

"Of course, but two minutes, then back in bed," I agreed. She laughed and slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. She was nearly lost in the huge robe I had wrapped her in last night to keep her warm. She laughed as she had to gather it up to avoid tripping over it. The whole scene was adorable. "What would you like to eat?"

"Just some toast and juice, please," she answered, disappearing behind the door. I went downstairs to fix her food.

When I came back upstairs, she was back in bed as she agreed to be. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as I put the plate in her lap. "Only you would consider this 'toast and juice,' Edward," she laughed at me.

"That is toast and juice, Bella," I retorted. And technically it was; French toast dusted with powdered sugar and drizzled with syrup and since she hadn't specified, I had gotten a glass of orange, grape and apple juice.

"You spoil me like this now, and you'll just have to keep doing it forever," she chided.

"That's the plan," I said. "In fact I believe I said something about worshiping at your feet," I reminded her. She giggled and blushed, and then pretended to ignore me, for two whole minutes.

"This is really good, Edward, thank you," she said graciously.

"Anything for you, wife," I responded. She looked up and smiled at me, I returned it with a kiss to her cheek. She ate the rest of her meal quickly.


AN- Now I'm off to write pt 2, where Edward and Bella will need to have a little talk about well, a lot of things. 8P