Both my beta and I are sick today. Kind of makes for a productive day story wise, though my house is a wreck, but really, who cares about that?

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BPOV

If I didn't know better, I'd think Edward was actually sleeping next to me when I wake up in the morning. His body is curled around me and his eyes are closed. His face looks peaceful.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Thinking," he opens his eyes and grins slyly.

"About?"

"Mmm, nothing in particular," he says with a shrug. He's full of it. "I've really gotten used to this bedtime routine, Bella. Getting to just hold you for hours and hours; you weren't very peaceful last night though." He suddenly frowns.

I remember my dream. Images of him, Alice and Jasper with red eyes and dark cloaks, standing in judgment in the large marble chamber with the rest of the Volturi. They actually looked like they belonged there. I was the one they were judging. My eyes were red, my skin was sparkling in the sun beam I was standing in.

"But you don't do anything," the Dream Aro had said. And instead of calling Felix to destroy me, he'd called Emmett.

"I guess I'm just…processing everything," I mumbled, waving around my hand in emphasis.

I rolled out of bed and walked to my closet. Just as I touched the handle to slide the door open, I could swear I heard Edward mutter, "Uh-oh."

I opened my closet and my jaw dropped.

A closet organizer had been added to accommodate the racks upon racks of new, and I'm sure quite expensive clothes. Things had been arranged by color and then I'm sure by designer. I didn't see any of my clothes anywhere in here.

"Alice…" I seethed.

"She means well," Edward defended her quickly coming to my side.

"Give. Me. Your. Phone." I ordered, holding my hand out flat for his cell phone.

"Here, use yours," he said and dropped something small and smooth into my hand. I looked down at the tiny, sleek cell phone in my hand in astonishment.

I'm going back to sleep. The Volturi were better than this nightmare.

"It's so you can call Charlie and Renee whenever you want after graduation." The innocence was back. Like any phone wouldn't do; like I couldn't borrow any one of their seven cell phones.

"You said last night you didn't buy anything else yet."

"I didn't buy this actually. Alice got it when she got all the clothes," he explained quickly. "She wanted to make sure it fit your style." He gestured to the closet and I looked back in silence.

I looked down at the phone in my hand and up at him. His eyes widened a bit at my hard expression. Good. He was scared.

"Make. It. Dial. Alice." I said evenly. "Now."

"Okay, but you know it's not going to do any good," he began to ramble, punching the phone buttons.

"And. Shut. Up." I added. He wisely snapped his mouth shut.

I pressed the phone to my ear and glared at him. He continued to look back at me like an angel. He's incredibly lucky he's practically indestructible right now and that I'd probably break my hand if I punched him.

"And if you think I'm driving that Mercedes or anything else that is not my truck, you've got another thing coming," I threaten as the phone rings in my ear. Alice picks it up on the first ring.

"You're a Cullen now, dress like it," she says immediately. "I Bella-proofed it. Everything is hanging in outfits. And there's even stuff for Edward on the end. Don't screw it up."

"Oh no, Alice! You don't get to --"

"I'll see you at school!" she chimes and hangs up.

Edward tries to hide his amusement as I growl and shove the phone at his chest and then turn to my closet. "I'm not going to high school looking like a runway model," I grumble, shoving things aside looking for anything that won't make me look like I just stepped off of Rodeo Drive. I see a black ribbed turtleneck that looks promising and remove the hanger. Yeah, I'm not wearing the leather pants that Alice has paired with it. There's got to be a pair of jeans in here somewhere.

Edward leans up against the closet doorway and puts his hands in his pockets. He looks highly entertained. "Ah ha!" I shout triumphantly as I zero in on a pair of faded jeans in the deepest corner of my closet.

"I think those are mine, love." He chuckles, but his eyes go wide when I swear and begin the hunt again. Finally, I find a pair of green cargo pants that will have to do.

Now Edward's eyes pop open when I start yanking off my clothes muttering nonsensical things. His body tenses as he crosses his arms and looks up at the ceiling.

"What?" I demand.

"Oh…nothing," he sighs not looking at me. He presses his palms to his eyes as I realize it's likely the sight of the fading bruises that's upsetting him. "Carlisle wrote you a note to get out of gym class for this week," he grinds out.

After I'm suitably covered up, I cross the room and gently tug on his hands until he allows me to pull them away from his face. His onyx eyes reflect pain back at me. I raise myself on my toes to kiss him. He's tense, but responsive.

"How much do you love me?" I whisper in a voice that comes from the back of my throat.

He laughs without humor. "It's limitless, Bella."

"Then you'll take me shopping after school so I can have some stuff to wear that's more me again?"

"Your wish is my command."

He follows me out of my bedroom and down to the kitchen where I rummage for breakfast. Charlie has left for the day and I can see that Edward's new Mercedes is already out in the driveway.

"I wish you wouldn't buy me computers and cell phones," I mutter.

"That's different."

"Do you want to explain why I need a missile-resistant car in Forks?" I gesture out the front window and turn to pop my bagel in the toaster.

"It's you, Bella, I don't rule anything out," he shoots back. "But really, the only thing that's a danger to you is what's in the car."

"What does that mean?" I demand rounding on him.

His eyes travel slowly down my body and then he looks away. "Nothing," he grumbles.

"You could never hurt me."

"All evidence to the contrary."

"Just because I bruise easily, Edward, doesn't mean there was any pain involved," I insist. "You've seen what I can look like after gym class."

"Are you trying to tell me you're clumsy in bed?" He looks at me incredulously.

"Maybe," I answer with a shrug.

"You're not."

"I'm hardly coordinated," I counter.

"Oh please," he says with an eye roll.

"Care to put it to a bet?" I arch a brow at him.

"Absolutely."

"Done."

"Wait," he says quickly when he realizes what we're betting on.

"Too late," I say. "What are the terms?"

"Bella…"

"I win and you don't buy me anything unless it's preapproved," I bargain.

He purses his lips, clearly unhappy about being maneuvered into this situation…again.

"I win and you stop complaining about it."

It's my turn to purse my lips and answer tightly, "Agreed."

He cocks his head to the side and gives me his crooked smile. "Tell me how this isn't a win-win situation for you?"

I toss him a saucy smile and bite into my bagel. I think it's a win-win situation for us both myself. I'm not at all happy with the having to go shopping after school, but I can't be comfortable in clothes like that. Maybe after I'm changed I'd have a higher appreciation for them; maybe then I'll actually feel like I belong in them. Edward will get to indulge his giving side and I'll get him.