Chapter 11: Morning
I woke up because… because my body felt the need to be conscious. When I woke up I felt something around my waist. I looked down to see Edward's arm. Someone has a teddy bear reflex, I thought as I suppressed a laugh. I didn't hear any noise downstairs so I figured everyone else must still be asleep. Charlie always did say that I was an early riser. I looked over to our daughter. She was still asleep, too. I certainly didn't want to wake her up when she was asleep, for two reasons. One: it's like a huge energy ball builds up in a cage when she is asleep and when you wake her up the door to the cage opens… not a pretty sight. Two: she was so peaceful looking when she slept. Her beautiful bronze colored hair, that matched her fathers, fanned out all around her head and her mouth was sandwiched in those chubby reddish cheeks, and her face, for the shortest period of time, was one of serenity and calmness. I sighed at the sight if her, marveling at how beautiful she is. Apparently my sigh was loud because a couple seconds later I heard Edward whisper, "Beautiful, isn't she. "Oh… sorry Edward I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered back. "It's alright," he replied. "I should go get ready," I said. "I'll come with you," he offered. "Okay," I said, hoping that would at least give us some time to talk. We went to his bath room together. He got into the shower and I waited outside so I could wash my hair then blow dry it. "Bella," he called to me over the shower. "Yeah," I replied. "You want to do some thing today… you know to catch up or something." "What do you have in mind," I asked. "We could…," he started, "go and have dinner at Italia Bella."
