So Right But So Wrong

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Chapter 21

BELLA

I think the first week of me living with the Cullen's was a bit surreal. I was convinced I would wake up, and it would all have just been the most wonderful dream. Edward and I were pretty much left to our own devices. I would spend time helping Esme clean or cook, we all ate and had family time together, and then Edward and I would spend the rest of our time in our room. I had hesitated in calling it that for a few days. He'd begged me to think of it that way, and the smile that crossed his lovely face when I'd said it for the first time made it so worthwhile.

School was better than ever, and seeing Edward around was no longer a problem. Since I had him around so much now, my urges were well under control, and he behaved immaculately, too. I was very proud of him.

I'd had an interesting conversation with Alice, who had laughed when I told her I was now living in her parents' house full time. She was going to schedule a visit home soon, so we could catch up properly. I would look forward to that. I now considered Alice one of my closest friends.

The college responses were due any day. It was causing no end of tension between the students at school, as all offers would be conditional on the students achieving their predicted grades. Edward would not be drawn on the subject. Esme had tried, Carlisle had tried and so had I. He wasn't giving us any clues. His mood did not seem as tense as some of my students. Edward being Edward, I knew already knew his first preference, and even though he wouldn't be drawn into discussing it, I was confident he would receive the offers he wanted.

We had heard nothing more from Jacob Black, I say we, because my dad had had a very interesting conversation with him, letting him know Edward and I had come clean and told everyone about our relationship. He had backed down somewhat, when Charlie threatened to prosecute him over his vile messages, which had been recorded and saved. I still didn't think I had heard the last of Jacob Black, but at least now I was safe, and he could not hurt me physically.

I was home early today, the second Wednesday of living with Edward, having finished my classes before the end of school. When I walked through the front door, I immediately saw the huge pile of A4 envelopes on the hall table. As I flicked through them, I saw they were all addressed to Edward. They were here, his college responses. Even the ones from England were here, the airmail stickers a dead giveaway. Unconsciously, I started to gnaw on my bottom lip. Esme came out of the kitchen, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I see you've seen them then?"

"Yes, I'm glad they've all come at once, it'll help him decide, if he knows what he has to actually decide on."

"I'm so excited for him, Bella. He's been waiting for this for the last ten years."

"I really hope they're all good news. He deserves the best."

"He wants to talk about it all with you, dear. He won't accept any of them, unless he knows you'll go with him."

"I've told him I'll go wherever he decides. I can't be without him now, Esme, I love him too much."

"That'll help him decide then, he loves you so much, and he needs your support."

"I know, but this isn't about me and what I want. This is about Edward and what's best for him. I'll support him in whatever he decides, but he has to choose for him, not us or me."

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore, as the door opened, and my reason for living walked through it. He looked up and saw us stood side by side, and his brow furrowed in suspicion.

"Okay, what are you two cooking up? Do I need to be worried?"

"Why Edward, I don't know what you could possibly mean," Esme said walking off and leaving us to it.

"Hi, love, miss me today?"

"Always, baby, you know that," I said dropping a small kiss on his delectable lips.

I motioned to the table and its contents with my eyes. He paused a moment, before following my eyes and letting his fall on the pile of post waiting to be opened.

"All mine?"

"Yup."

"Shit, they've arrived at last. Now I'm nervous. Come on, love, let's go up to our room and open these, and then it's time to talk." He held his hand out for mine and picked up the mail with the other.

I followed slowly up the steps. This should have been his and his parents' moment, not mine, and I felt like an intruder. Inside the bedroom, with the door firmly shut behind us, he climbeds into the centre of the bed excitedly.

"Edward, baby, I think you should open them with your parents, not me. It's their place, not mine. I'll be here to share it with you, but right now, it should be their place to share this with you."

"No, Bella, we'll share this with them later, once we know what choices I have to make. This is about you and me, it's our future."

"No, Edward, you're wrong, this is not about me. This is all about you. This is your future, and your parents deserve to be a part of that. I've told you I'll go wherever you decide, I just want you to be happy and choose the best place for you, the right course for you. Please, Edward, do this for me? Please include your parents."

He looked at me from under his beautiful thick eyelashes. He seemed to be studying me, seeing if I was trying get out of my promise to him.

"Okay, Bella, we'll let my parents be there when I open them, but only, and I mean only, if we're all there, you, too. This is our future, Bella, yours included, and I see any decision about that as a joint one."

Tears filled my eyes. He was so much older than his years. So mature, he was so perfect for me in every way.

"I'd love to be there when you open those envelopes, baby. Thank you for wanting to include me." The tears were now freely flowing down my pathetic face.

"Oh, Bellababy, don't cry, please, love, don't cry. I love you so much. I'd never want to do something as important as this without you. You're my whole world, Bella. It's very important to me that once we know what options we have, that we make this decision together. I want you to be happy."

"Edward, I'm happy as long as we're together. You need to choose the best course, the best place for your studies. I can teach anywhere."

He pulled me to the bed, and I kneeled in front of him. His hands cupped my face, and he looked into my eyes.

"How did I get so lucky with you, eh? How come someone as special as you loves someone like me?"

"Silly, it's the other way around."

He pulled us over so we were laid facing each other. We just held hands and looked at each other for what seemed likes ages, but in reality was probably only about ten minutes. I sat up and pushed my hair out of my face. Edward snuggled around me, still lying down.

It was nice just being together, and since I had moved in, we often just lay holding hands and gazing at each other. It made me feel so close to him.

"You need to go let your mum know we'll wait until your dad gets homes from work before we open the letters. If you don't, she'll think you've done it already and are keeping it from her."

"Okay, I'll nip back down now. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," he dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose.

I flopped back down onto our bed, pulling myself up so my head was resting on my pillow. I closed my eyes and waited for him to come back. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, it was almost dark, and I was covered over with the comforter. Edward was asleep beside me now, too, his arm slung over my stomach casually. He was laid on his front, with his head turned away from me, so I couldn't look at him.

As I shifted position under his arm, so did hehe and he turned to face me, still lying on his stomach. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth was slightly open as he slept. He looked so young like this. His already messy hair was really messy now. Even though we hadn't, it looked like he'd just had a round of rampant sex. Maybe later, if I was lucky.

"Stop staring at me, you'll give me a complex," he said keeping his eyes closed.

"How do you know I'm staring if your eyes are closed?"

"I can feel you looking at me. I can feel your very presence when you enter a room, Bella, I don't have to see you. It's that connection between us. Don't you feel it, too?"

"I thought it was just my imagination. Sometimes it's scary to feel so in tune with someone so soon."

"I disagree. I think it only proves that we were meant to be together. Soul mates so finely attuned to each other that they know what the other is thinking, when that person enters a room, and usually what they're feeling. It's beautiful, l love being able to feel you in a room, even if we're are not there together."

"You're just weird. Did you tell your mum you were waiting to open them?"

"I did, and dad will be home round nine, so we'll do it then. Are you hungry? Do you want some dinner?"

"No, I'm okay. I'll grab a sandwich later. Will you hold me, baby?"

"Do you really need to ask? Come here, woman."

He wrapped his arms around me, and I immediately felt all my worries float away. "I love you."

"I know, and I love you, too, now shush and just enjoy me cuddling you."

When I woke up this time, it really was dark, and Edward was no longer at my side. He had drawn the blinds in our room and put on the small lamp near the window. I could see it was after eight o'clock. I dragged myself up and headed to the bathroom. I decided not to have a shower. I'd leave that till later, when, with a bit of luck, Edward might join me. After refreshing my face with cool water and brushing my hair into some sort of order, I headed down to see where my lover was.

I could hear Edward and Esme talking in the lounge, their conversation light and casual. As I approached, he turned his head to face me.

"Hey, sleepy head, sorry I left you, but I couldn't stand the snoring any longer," he laughed.

"Ha-ha, so not funny, so what are you two up to?" I asked sitting down next to him.

His arm automatically wrapped around my waist as I sat, and he pulled me closer, nuzzling into my neck.

"I missed you."

I turned to look at him and saw that he meant it.

"Me, too," I replied dropping a kiss on his lips.

When he tried to deepen the kiss, I pulled back and cautioned him with my eyes. I was still a little uncomfortable with how amorous Edward could get in front of his parents.

"Down, boy."

Esme laughed at my comment, as she walked towards the kitchen. "Bella, do you want a sandwich now, love?"

"Oh, I'll make it, Esme, I've told you not to run around after me."

"Nonsense, I'm making Edward and myself one, anyway."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen.

"So can I have a proper kiss now we're alone?"

I leaned into him and placed my lips over his. When his tongue touched my bottom lip, I could not help a sigh that escaped, as I relaxed into him and the kiss. We fell back onto the sofa and kissed passionately, his and my hands in each other's hair. Just when I needed to come up for air, someone cleared their throat behind us. Esme was stood behind the sofa, a plate in her hands for each of us.

Edward scuttleds up behind me. "Sorry about that, Mum, I just wanted a proper kiss."

"So I saw. God, you two, so much PDA, it makes me horny just watching you."

I blushed crimson at her comment. Edward sniggered behind me.

I took the plates from her, and she walked back into the kitchen, mumbling something about Carlisle never being around when she wanted him. Edward's shoulders shook with suppressed giggles.

I elbowed him, letting him know how embarrassed I was. He just laughed and ploughed into his sandwich. We ate quietly, as Esme rejoined us with her own plate. Carlisle would be here soon, coming from a business dinner with colleagues.

When Esme drew Edward's attention to the sound of a car outside, he ran upstairs and brought the envelopes back down. We all sat and waited for Carlisle to come in. When he did, he looked worried that something was wrong, as he saw us all sitting and waiting for him.

"Okay, who's going to tell me what's up?"

"Nothing's wrong, dear, Edward got his college letters, and he wanted to wait to open them until we were all here. Come and sit down, I'm dying here."

Carlisle walked over and kissed his wife soundly, obviously relieved.

"So come on then, Edward, don't keep us waiting, your mother can't stand the suspense any longer, and by the looks of Bella's fingernails, neither can she."

We all nodded in agreement. Taking a deep breath and pulling my hand into the crook of his arm, he picked up the first envelope. The postage franking said it was from Yale. I felt sick, as he opened it slowly, squeezing my hand.

I could read over his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief, as I read the words on the page:

Congratulations, Mr. Cullen, we would like to offer you a place to study with us here at Yale…

A big grin crossed Edward's face, as he nodded to his parents. They were holding hands, and I could see that Esme had a handkerchief in her hand in readiness for her tears.

The next one he picked up had an airmail sticker, and once again, I read the words, only this time from Oxford in England.

The other two letters followed suit, all four colleges offering him a place in the program of his choice. After much whooping and hollering, kissing and hugging, Esme eventually calmed down. I was a little bewildered, but so happy he had offers from all his first-choice colleges.

Edward looked at me with a huge grin, pulling me to him for a hug. "I did it, Bella. They all want me."

"Congratulations, baby, I knew you'd be okay."

"Thank you, love, now we have some serious decisions to make. Shall we go upstairs to talk before bed?"

I nodded my head, and he kissed his parents goodnight. He picked up the envelopes and then grabbed my hand, pulling me up the stairs.

"Goodnight, you two, sleep well," both of his parents called as we disappeared from sight.

"So, baby, what do you really think about all of these offers? I know you keep saying the decision of where to go is mine, but I need you to help me with this. This is our future, Bella. Please, love, give me your thoughts."

"Okay, so let's get ready for bed, then we can sit and talk, okay?"

Tonight, I was wearing one of Edward's old t-shirts and his boxers. I usually slept naked like him. He had left his boxers and t-shirt on, too. Sat up under the covers, he placed the four envelopes in front of us.

"So what do we talk about first? Staying in the states or going to England?"

"I'd like for you to tell me which of these four offers you've wanted the most, and if you won't tell me that yet, then tell me which course you most want to do and why."

"Okay, well, all the courses are fine, two are music, and two are music with composition. As you know, that's what I love to do most, compose. However, it's not the be- all and end- all. All these offers are excellent in their own right. I need to discount two. I can only accept one and a reserve. I think I'd like to go with the music with composition course, it'll give me additional strings to my bow, and composing is where my heart lies."

"At last, some progress. I knew that'd be what you wanted most. Your eyes light up when you play something you've written. It's wonderful to see. So, which two have the music and composition courses, then?"

"Bella, I won't go if you don't come with me, you know that, right?"

"Do I take it we're going to England then?"

He looked down at our hands that were entwined. "Oxford and The Royal College of Music both are in the UK. Do you mind?"

"As long as we're together, I don't care where we are, Edward."

"Really?"

"Truly, I thought you understood that. I love you, and I need to be with you. So come on, how much is it all going to cost, and which of the two do you prefer?"

"Money's not important, since my trust fund will more than cover it all and a place for us to live. Once I decide which of the two I want, we need to start the ball rolling. I'll get mum on searching for us a house or apartment, although in the UK, I believe apartments are known as flats. Which do you prefer, a house or an apart...a flat?"

"I don't care, Edward, let's decide where first, then we can look online and see what's available. I can then look at jobs that are available in the vicinity, too."

"Bella, love, I'm so happy. I can't believe we're going to England to live together openly as partners, no one to criticise or castigate us for falling in love."

"I'm happy, too, mainly because you're happy, but also because I feel really good about our future. Let's get some sleep and talk some more tomorrow after school. Okay?"

"Yeah, come here, love, I need to feel you in my arms tonight."

The t-shirts and boxers didn't stay on long, and before I knew it, I was screaming with him, Carlisle and Esme right below us be damned.

"We should probably get a house in England, so the neighbours don't have to listen to our lovemaking every night," I mumbled.

He barely grunted a response. I looked over, and he was well on his way to being asleep already. Like earlier today, he was laid on his stomach, with his arm slung low over my hips. This time, he did face me, and I could not resist running my fingers through his hair and placing a small kiss on his delectable lips, before I said quietly, "Goodnight, my Edward, I love you."

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