The Improbable Vision
Bella stood before him, dressed in the blue that he loved to see her wear. The corners of her mouth curved into a smile, and she bit down lightly on her bottom lip, trying to prevent her smile from growing too big. Edward didn't smile back. He was waiting for this blissful vision to end. Suddenly, the vision ran towards him, taking on a new realism as it tackled him hard to the ground.
Edward coughed in protest as the air was knocked from his lungs. Coughing was also new to him. Bella was on top of him and her smile was sly.
"Not so strong anymore, uh," she said playfully.
Edward tensed at the sound of her voice and Bella noticed. Concerned, her smile faded and she reached her hand out and touched his face. Her touch felt more 'real' to him than anything had in a long time. He reached his own hand up to touch the precious hand on his face.
"You know," Edward spoke, shifting slightly under her weight, "You were right."
Bella's own heart thudded against his chest at the sound of his voice, and it made Edward smile.
"What was I right about," Bella asked curiously, smiling.
Edward gave an exaggerated cough.
"You ARE 'heavier than the average backpack'", Edward said playfully, remembering a warning she had once given him when 'heaviness' hadn't mattered.
Bella firmly socked him in the shoulder and Edward winced at the slight pain. It made him smile, happy that she was capable of inflicting pain on him. Never-the-less, Edward still had his competitive side and he refused to let her get off scot-free. Edward wrapped his arms, tight as he could, around her, and rolled them both across the grass. It took Bella by surprise and she screamed. They rolled a few times, laughing, until Edward stopped their tumble. He was on top of her this time, propped up on his arms so that he could look down out her smiling face. Edward found himself leaning towards her in temptation to kiss her, but he stopped himself. He temporarily had forgotten that this was all just some strange vision he was having, and that it would end at any minute. But how could it be a vision? He wasn't clairvoyant like Alice and he certainly couldn't dream... Edward rolled off of Bella, and without the grace that he used to possess, he quickly got to his feet. Edward paced back in forth through the meadow trying to understand how this was possible. There was only one other possibility, but it was one that Edward never believed was feasible...
"Could Carlisle have been right all along," he wondered.