CHAPTER 12

Bella POV

"Bella, you've been awake for hours now. You need your rest," Edward argued.

I ripped my eyes away from the computer screen and looked at my boyfriend. "Fuck you," I said flatly before returning to Supernatural and Jensen Ackles. I knew my unholy preoccupation with a Hollywood man drove Edward crazy.

And, the fucker knew not to interrupt me when I was watching it. God, I'd been keeping up with the show ever since it came out, but I'd missed last night's because I was kinda buried under a ton of brick and stuff. Unfortunately, I'd only realized this after having my snack (which, by the way, was disgusting) and chatting with Ali about the baby and her date with Jasper next week. Now, Edward was bugging me to take a nap in the middle of the episode. His defense was that it was on On Demand, so I could pause it and watch it when I woke up. I'd told him he was being ridiculous.

He sighed. "Bella."

It was a pretty sigh, but I growled anyway. "Edward Anthony Cullen, I am this close to wringing your neck right now. I know you love me and care about me, but it's only thirty-seven more minutes. So, if you don't mind, either get the hell out or stop talking."

He kinda looked shocked at that one.

Holy shit, yeah, um, the hospital's not my scene, 'kay?

But there was a reason I was being Bitchamatic. Edward had forced me to stay here, or at least that was my suspicion. I was just guessing he'd talked his doctor friends into ordering a 12 hour observation - so I was letting him know what I thought about it.

Then I looked over to see his face and realized that the only reason he was being a jackass was to protect me. He loved me and only wanted what was best.

The thing was, I'd wanted to go to Esme's home and spend the day in bed with him instead.

But I knew I had to fix this immediately.

"Come 'ere." I scooted over and patted the space near me. When he glared at me, I poked my lip out and reached for his hand, pulling him out of the seat beside the bed and onto it with me. I didn't like that he was that far away, though it was my fault. He sighed and took his shoes off to make himself comfortable. I threw my arm around his waist and my head over his heart. "I'm sorry. I just..." I tried to give him a justifiable answer, but couldn't find one - well, other than I was being a bitch. "I just wanted it, the routine. I don't want to be here; I want to be at Esme's place, with you, snuggling, not here in the damn hospital, where I can't have my way with you." I waggled my eyebrows at him, and saw his glare cracking. He was trying not to smirk. "Babe…" I stifled a quick sob "I just don't want to feel like I missed something. I want normalcy. I know you were worried so much last night, but—"

"Shhhh..." Edward pinched my lips together, and when I looked up at him, he was smiling. Just like that, we were okay. He simply leaned down to kiss my forehead and wrapped his arms around me. I settled back down to my spot on his chest. I didn't know how, but his chest was comfortable to lay on, even though he worked out twice a week.

The room was quiet for the next forty-five minutes and I lay there, simply absorbing the absolute fuckery that was ensuing on the computer screen. I soon realized that wrapping my head around that would be impossible. Apparently, a tornado I could handle, but that...nope. I should've just listened to Edward's advice and just went to sleep. So I sat up to inform him of my wise choice, and I realized that he was fast asleep. His head was rolled to the side, and his mouth hung slightly open.

I'd always loved watching him sleep. He looked so adorable and peaceful. There had always been a child-like innocence about him when he slept that contradicted his mature mind and ability to bring me to the brink of orgasm within minutes.

We'd had a hell of a day and night, and I knew he'd worked like the devil at the hospital before coming to the tornado scene. He'd been full speed when we first arrived back at the hospital, running around to check on me, Alice, Jasper and Jackson, but I'd seen his tiredness as the day wore on. It was one of the reasons I'd wanted to go home, but no - Edward had been adamant. He thought nothing of comfort in the face of my safety. So, he'd sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair all day watching over me, while I imitated Grumpy, the dwarf.

I gazed at his handsome face, committing it to memory, when I noticed that we didn't have a blanket. I slipped out of the bed and grabbed the afghan that Esme had brought over from her couch. Then, climbing back into bed, I cocooned us both in it to take a nap.

I woke up to a commotion. It wasn't loud per se, but more a death-glare-staring-contest type, and the two contestants were Emmett and my nurse, Rosalie. Judging from the confusion on Emmett's face and the defiance on Rose's, I could safely assume that Emmett had made some senseless lewd comment and gotten his ass handed to him, because Rose wasn't one to take bullshit. I watched with amusement as Rose turned to me as if nothing had happened and asked how I was feeling. I simply nodded to her, so she smiled back.

"I'm gonna go check on that handsome man of ours." Rose winked at me, referring to Jackson. He'd barely even open his eyes, and he had Rose wrapped around his little finger. He was adorable, I had to admit - now that he was warm and fed and not crying.

Yes, she was both my and Jackson's nurse upon Carlisle's request and Aro's orders. Nurse Carmen had gotten the happy couple, who were actually quite grumpy, maybe even more so than me. Jasper cursed so prettily with his southern charm, but it hadn't gotten him far. Carmen had them in separate beds, no matter their schemes.

But back to the ice queen and the he-man.

It was obvious that I'd missed something as I was day-dreaming because the next thing I knew, Emmett was on the floor. Rose had kneed him, then stepped over his prone body to exit the door.

"Rosalie, wait," he gasped out and somehow pushed to his knees and then feet, diving out the door after her.

I tried not to snicker, thinking that I would wake Edward, but then his soft whisper told me that I didn't have to worry.

"Hmmm…I think we've just met Mrs. Bottomless Pit," my own personal doctor said softly, causing the hair to stir just behind my ear.

Oh God, I hoped so. I liked her a lot, and she could definitely keep up with Emmett while keeping him on his toes. Grinning, I turned over to face Edward, running my finger up his chest slightly. "Yeah… something tells me we just did."


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