DISCLAIMER: All books and characters in the Twilight Saga are property of Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter Fourteen
"Bella please stand in front of Edward," requested Carlisle.
I stood in front of Edward. "Now," Carlisle continued, "I want you to concentrate all your energy on touching one of Edward's arms." I closed my eyes and focused all of my energy on touching Edward's right arm. After a couple of minutes Carlisle asked Edward if he felt anything. He shook his head no. The rest of the family all stood around us in anticipation.
I tried a few more times no attempt was more anymore successful than the first. I even tried using different arms. After two hours, I swung my arms up in frustration. "Bella calm down. You will get it," Edward tried to assure me.
"Bella the likelihood of this happening over night is slim. From what Edward told me, I am guessing when you were able to kiss him, reveal yourself to him, and to finally speak to him that your desire reached its peak."
When I first kissed Edward all I could think about was feeling his lips again. I wanted nothing more than to be able to comfort him with my own 'lips.' When he finally saw me I think it was, because he gave himself over to his senses and it separated the barrier between us. When I was finally able to speak to him I concentrated all of my energy on my goal. I knew what I wanted, I dared to go after it, and I willed myself to have it.
Edward broke me out of my deep thoughts, "Bella is something wrong?"
I shook my head no. "What Carlisle says makes perfect sense. I do really want to be able to touch you… I don't know maybe I have performance anxiety or something," I laughed. Edward repeated my message to Carlisle.
Carlisle stroked his chin. "Well why don't we call it a night? Bella I would like to do this again tomorrow, but it will only be with the three of us."
As Alice was about to speak up the phone rang. "Cullen residence," answered Emmett. "Oh hi Charlie," if I still had a heart it would have stopped when I heard Charlie's name. Out of habit I attempted to swallow back the tears that would never come.
Edward looked at me with concern in his eyes. "Bella…"
"Edward, Charlie wants to talk to you," Emmett handed the phone to Edward.
"Well I am just living my life day by day. Some days it is minute by minute." Edward paced back in forth the length of the couch. "Charlie, do not feel bad about that. I deserved every bit of hostility you had towards me." He ran his hand through his hair. "I just understand. Yes I do love her. I always will." He stopped pacing and looked directly at me. "Yes I would be interested. I will see you tomorrow. Thank you for calling," with that he shut off the phone.
"What is going on?" I demanded.
"We are going to see your father tomorrow."
A/N: (Begs forgiveness for the ridiculously short chapter.) I had to crawl my way out of writer's block to write this chapter. I almost did not update at all. Do not fret though. The next chapter will be longer.