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For hours Edward and I sat there at the piano. He would play a few notes, and I would watch his fingers as he exaggerated the movements for my eyes. He would pull his hands away, only to be replaced with mine. Carefully I would mimic the five or six notes he had played, slowly memorizing my own lullaby.

"Was that right?" I asked him, as the notes hung in the air, sounding dreadfully dull subsequent to his angelic playing.

"Perfect," he smiled. "Soon you won't even need me to play for you anymore."

"In your dreams," I scoffed.

He looked confused for a moment. "Bella, I don't have dreams."

"Exactly," I grinned.

He laughed and kissed my nose. "You're funny."

"And you're ridiculous," I smiled. "I never want you to stop playing for me. Even If I become Mozart overnight."

He chuckled and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

I smiled and began tapping random piano keys with my pointer finger. Somehow the notes sounded muffled when they spun into the air. I wondered how the same instrument could sound different when played by two different people. But then again, we are talking about Edward here.

Edward's forehead remained on my shoulder and I continued to tap the keys, combining different pitches and sounds, it was exhilarating, like I couldn't try enough combinations at once.

I finally found one I liked. It was a mixture of high pitched noises and harmonized deeper sounds. I played the melody over and over. Eventually, I closed my eyes like Edward had. At first my fingers fumbled over the keys, hitting two at once and hesitating before each note. It was harder then I thought, playing blind, and I could feel my brow furrowing in the effort.

Suddenly I could feel Edwards hands covering my own softly. They felt like the wings of a butterfly, gently landing on my skin. I smiled and continued to play the composition and his hands fluidly followed, just as mine had done to his before.

"Did you come up with this?" He asked surprised.

I nodded. He kissed the back of my neck and I barley contained my shiver. From my neck, he continued to trail his kisses to the hollow behind my ear. My fingers became weak, and the music became sluggish. Finally his lips grazed my earlobe and I was dangerously close to fainting.

"Reason number eight why I love you." He whispered, his cool breath hitting my ear. "Your soft, warm touch." Then he grasped my weak hands in his own and held my palm up against his cheek. His cheek, like the rest of him, was icy cold.

He brought my palm to his lips and kissed it gently. He let it go, but I quickly rested it back on his cheek and craned my neck backwards so that my lips hit his. He didn't protest, instead he lowered his head down, closer, pressing his lips against mine harder.

I was still on his lap as I carefully swiveled my body, without breaking the kiss, until I was eventually straddling him. I secured my arms in a chokehold around his neck. I would like to see him escape now…

But of course, as soon as I thought that, he did, easily breaking away from my "chokehold".

He grinned pressing my hand to his cheek once more. "Carlisle's in the driveway, he's waiting until it's safe to come in."

I stared at him puzzled. He grinned, chuckling under his breath in amusement.

"Vampires have exceptional hearing, Bella."

It took me another moment to understand, and when I finally did, I almost felt sick. Carlisle could hear Edward and I. And he found in appropriate to wait outside of his own house until we were done kissing!? The blush immediately found it's way to my cheeks.

At that moment, I heard the front door open, and instantaneously scrambled from Edward's lap. It was a second later when I realized my mistake.

"Ouch!" I yelped jumping onto my un-injured foot. I closed my eyes, willing the pain to ease as I hopped around frantically.

I was quickly in Edward's arms, the pain still a dull throb. I opened one eye hesitantly to face his distressed expression.

"I'm fine," I squeaked.

He sighed and turned around. Carlisle was waiting patiently at the entrance of the room.

"Good afternoon," he smiled. "Edward, Bella," he nodded at each of us.

I could feel my face flood with scarlet blush as I remembered what he had heard.

"I hear you didn't abide by my orders," he told me raising an eyebrow, as he dropped his black medical bag by the door, and nodded to Edward to carry me to the dining room.

It took me a moment to remember that he had heard me hopping around in pain. "I forgot," I admitted quietly.

He nodded, smiling at me. I knew I was forgiven.

"Edward, sit her on the table and I'll go get the plaster."

Edward nodded and carefully laid me on the Cullen's dining room table. It was always more of a prop then anything else, though, ever since I've been here, it's been frequently used as a medical table.

Carlisle fit me into a white ankle cast, quickly and with much noticed experience. This cast wasn't a walking cast like the last one I had after my episode with James. This cast was bulky and hard, and the worst part was, it required me to use crutches.

I bit my tongue against questioning if Edward could just carry me everywhere. I had a feeling that that wouldn't go over too well with Charlie.

My heart froze at even the thought of his name. Had I forgotten about Charlie completely? When was the last time I went home? I couldn't even remember. It seemed like so long ago, like a different lifetime. Charlie may swallow my lies, but he's not brainless. He knows I'm not up in Alice's room painting my toe nails when I have a fiancée who lives right down the hall.

"Okay, Bella. You're going to have to use the crutches with the hard cast, but if we're lucky, I may be able to get you into a walking cast for the wedding," Carlisle told me, dragging me out of my frantic thoughts.

I groaned. If who's lucky? Because if it's me who's suppose to be lucky, then I might be doing just what Emmett said and going down the aisle in a wheelchair.

Carlisle continued to tell me all the things I should and shouldn't do, all of which I was pretty familiar with considering it had been a little more than a year since my last traumatic injury. Though being attacked by a malicious vampire is a bit more traumatic then tripping over air, but then again, it was all in days work for me.

When we were all done, and Carlisle retired to his study, Edward let me try out the crutches. Whoever made the crutches obviously didn't know me at all. I tripped over my own two feet on a daily basis and having crutches was like an extra pair to tumble over in my spare time.

Eventually Edward picked me up and I held onto the crutches grudgingly. He smiled at me and I turned my head away in frustration.

"Bella," he sighed.

I turned back to him and groaned lightly, continuing to grimace as I bitterly traced the neckline of his shirt with my finger.

"You'll get used to them," he said encouragingly, nodding towards the crutches.

I continued to glowered at his gray long sleeve shirt until I realized something. I smiled at him, my expression slowly melting into an evil grin as I grasped my sudden luck.

"Bella? Are you okay?" he asked warily.

"There is something good about this." I raised my casted foot. "I can wear flats!"

He laughed. "Don't let Alice hear that."

I rolled my eyes, still smiling. The only way Alice would get a heel on one of my feet was if she wanted me limping down the aisle.

This seriously brightened my outlook of the dancing portion of the wedding too. It would be just like junior prom, I could stand on Edwards feet while he twirled around gracefully.

Breaking my ankle suddenly seemed like the answer to all of my problems. Well not all of them… I blushed as my stomach growled loudly. I looked around, as if suddenly interested with the interior of the Cullen house.

Edward laughed at my attempt to ignore my snarling stomach.

"This is where my plan comes in," he whispered against my jaw line.

"And this plan," I asked suspiciously. "It allows me to stumble over my extra pair of legs," I asked irritated as I nodded towards the crutches in my lap.

"Of course not," he smiled. He leaned closer, his lips were barley touching mine when he whispered, "I'll catch you."

I smiled and kissed him, letting the crutches lay abandon in my lap.

The kiss was interrupted by my ever so rude stomach.

I groaned as he pulled away. He laughed, "Your stomach's right love, it's time to go. "

I didn't have a chance to object as I was suddenly being placed in the passenger seat of his Volvo.

I crossed my arms over my chest as he appeared in the drivers seat. He smiled, quiet smug.

"I'm not going to like this surprise, will I?" I questioned cagily.

He pursed his lips. "Not at first."

I heaved a sigh, that meant not at all.

We were already out of the long driveway and Edward's hand reached over for mine and stroked it softly.

"You never explained your reason," I reminded him.

"Your warmth?" He smiled, squeezing my hand slightly.

I nodded.

"It's the most… heavenly feeling in the world… holding your hand. And the softness," he smoothed his thumb over my palm. "So delectable," he murmured, picking my hand up to kiss my wrist.

"It's so human, yet when I hold your hand I feel neither human, or vampire…" he stared at my hand as he spoke, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. "I feel… like a cloud or… a bird. Yes, like I could float out of my skin, almost like your lovely touch is enough to send me to heaven."

"You don't look like a cloud or a bird," I giggled reaching over to stroke his cheek with my palm.

"Well my heart can't race like yours, and my cheeks can't turn crimson with blush, so at least give me the freedom of shape shifting," he laughed.

I smiled and brought his own hand back to my lips and peppered it in kisses.

"Your lips are warm too," he murmured.

I smiled and continued to kiss gently up his arm.

"We're here, Bella."

I looked up from his hand and dropped it in confusion.

"Charlie's house?" I asked. "What are we doing here?"

"I thought we'd have dinner here. Is that a problem?"

"No, no," I answered slightly dizzy.

I had to sit through a whole dinner with my father who hated my fiancée and my fiancée who was a vampire and couldn't technically eat dinner. This was going to be lovely.

Edward was at my door in a second and carefully holding me in one arm, my crutches in the other.

"I'm going to put you down on your good foot. Okay, Bella? Then I'll give you the crutches."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. He set me down slowly on my good foot and I hobbled around for a moment before I could regain my balance. Then he handed me the crutches.

I was close to laughing as Edward followed close behind me up the walkway. He watched me intently and I could almost see the worry lines permanently wearing into his granite skin.

We stopped at the door and I took a gulp of air.

"Are you ready?" He asked me unsurely.

"Ready." I tried to make my smile convincing but he grimaced at my poor attempt.

I knocked tensely at the door, feeling awkward and nervous as I waited for Charlie to answer.

The door swung open quickly, as if Charlie had been expecting our arrival.

Charlie first saw me and his eyes scanned over me, slowly taking in the cast and crutches. He didn't have a second to respond because behind him came a voice I knew almost too well. A voice I would never forget.

But what was that voice doing here? In this house? At this time?

"Bella!"

It couldn't be, it wasn't … It was.

Renee.