Paperwork
Summary: After Bella loses her memory in an accident, Edward must recount a journey with her that he has forgotten as well. Along the way they find the reasons they fell in love
Chapter 36: Nightmare
July 20, 2012
I laid in bed, watching my husband come out the bathroom. He fixed his tie and sent a smile my way. It did things to me that I couldn't explained.
"Don't you look handsome," I purred, sitting up and pulling on his tie as he neared me. He bent and placed a soft kiss on my lips, but I couldn't let him up that easy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He groaned as his mouth opened against mine, sucking my lip into his mouth.
I wanted him.
I couldn't explain it, but lately I wanted him nonstop. I wanted his mouth on mine, trailing heated kisses down my skin. I wanted those long fingers playing patterns on my skin and playing me so well I could barely remember my name.
"Mmm, Bella, I can't," he groaned, pulling away and hooking my arms. I pouted and he kissed me again.
"Trust me, there is nothing I want more than to lie right back down on this bed with you, but this meeting is important," he said, caressing my cheek.
I knew it was important. If all went well his music could be the background soundtrack to ABC's newest series. He was over the moon about it. I was over the moon about it.
His music was finally getting somewhere. Not to mention the paycheck would have us splurging on the finer things for a while.
"Are you sure you rather not cuddle in bed with your very willing, very sexy wife," I breathed, climbing on my knees and curling my arms around his neck again. He groaned. I wasn't making this easy on him, I knew this, but I couldn't help it.
"You are insatiable lately," he moaned, trailing kisses down my neck. I could only hum.
"Don't act like your aren't enjoying it," I moaned as his lips found my earlobe.
"No, I can assure you. I've loved every minute of it. However, I still have to go to this meeting," he said, pulling away once more. I huffed, but let him go.
"I'll see you later tonight. Wish me luck," he said, standing from the bed and adjusting his tie. He grabbed his jacket out the closet and headed toward the door.
"You'll knock their sock offs," I said, lying back on the bed.
"Thanks, babe. I love you," he called.
"Love you," I shouted after him.
I smiled. He would do amazing, like he always did.
But now I was left with nothing to do on a Friday afternoon. I could call Alice.
As I lay in bed, I felt a slight cramp. Maybe spending the day in bed wouldn't be so bad. The cramp hit again, spreading toward my lower back. I curled in bed, shifting to get into a more comfortable position.
I usually got cramps before my period, but this was not usual. There was something about this pain.
Suddenly a horrible cramp seemed to wrap itself around my abdomen, squeezing so tightly I felt my breath leave my lungs. I couldn't move as I curled into myself.
I could barely breathe. The pain was immobilizing. What the hell was this?
My thighs were wet and I knew something was horribly wrong. I crawled off the bed and made my way into the bathroom, stumbling and crying all the way over. When I finally made my way in, I sat on the toilet.
I pulled my panties down and gasped. There was so much blood. Way more blood than I was used to. My period was usually much lighter.
Why was there so much blood? My throat was tight with anxiety and I could barely gasp a breath. I sat on the toilet as another horrible cramping pain wrapped itself around my midsection.
Somehow I knew what this was. I shouldn't have known. I had no prior experience and no reason to believe it could happen, but it was happening.
A sort of eerie woman's intuition.
I was miscarrying.
...
I woke with a start. A cold sweat covering my heated skin.
I couldn't shake off the dream. There was something about it that just managed to hit way too close to home. I pulled off the covers and quietly made my way out the bedroom, making sure I didn't wake Edward.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
There was something about that dream. Something too real.
The glass slipped out my hand and bounced on the floor, sending droplets of lukewarm water on my leg.
Then it hit me.
It wasn't a dream at all.
It was a memory.
Okay so some of you saw this coming. When I first posted this story it was not complete. This chapter had not been written, though I was leaning toward this, I wasn't sure it was where I wanted to go. Which is why I said there wasn't angst in this story. However I felt like this was the best way to go. So I apologize to those who did not want/were not prepared for this type of bomb. I promise it won't get too bad.
Share your thoughts. Did you see this coming?
I know that I haven't updated in a while and the reason for that is because my computer has contracted a virus. I can't promise an update everyday, but I will update whenever I can get my hands on a computer that has internet connection. Which, hopefully, is often.