On Begged and Borrowed Time Chapter 40, a twilight fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

It's a little cheesy, but I wanted to give them a chapter of happiness before everything hits the fan again.

A/N I have a question for you guys, I've mentioned a few times that I have pre-written a lot, but I'm still going back and forth on Charlie. It is really surprising how much I get asked about what will become of Charlie, and like I said I'm still undecided. We will be seeing him again, btw. So what do you all think, do I reincorporate him into Bella's life? Or will Charlie always believe that Bella is gone? I have written both outcomes and I think they're the same in quality but I can't decide, so let me know!

BPOV

We spent the first week in London exploring the area around our home. Everything was completely gorgeous. We were careful to only come out after twilight, and even though Edward claimed my control was pretty close to perfect, we stayed away from densely populated areas to not tempt fate.

We had been lucky that most days were cloudy enough that we could still explore the forest that circled our house, between Edward's perfection, and the breathtaking sights of the Lake District I was constantly in awe.

Whenever I had the look of wonderment on my face, Edward watched me with that boyish grin, he took such immense pride in making me smile that I wanted to smile all the time just so I could keep him happy. It was absolutely absurd how enamored we were with each other.

"Bella, I have something for you," Edward's voice broke me out of my writing.

"Edward," I cautioned. I still didn't like Edward showering me in gifts.

"I think you'll really like it," he promised.

I sighed in defeat, there was no talking to him when he got like this. He quickly approached me with something behind his back. He placed a beautiful acoustic guitar in my lap.

"What's this?"

"Well, I've always thought that a guitar was a warmer instrument than the piano, I thought it'd suit you better."

"I love it, Edward. Thank you." Edward's thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze me.

"I can teach you if you'd like?"

"I'd love that."

I think Edward was right, I was better suited to the guitar than the piano. Edward had always composed to my writings, but I could hear melodies forming and words right with them. I did love playing the piano too, but I leaned a little more towards the guitar. Edward got a real kick out of the first song I wrote on the guitar. He watched as I started writing and toying with the guitar, he convinced me to play it for him when I was done.

He knew that it was almost impossible to say no to him so I did.

I Think He Knows

I think he knows his footprints
On the sidewalk
Lead to where I can't stop
Go there every night

I think he knows his hands around
A cold glass
Make me wanna know that body
Like it's mine

He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands
No one understands

He got my heartbeat
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh! I mean
Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows
I think he knows

I think he knows
When we get all alone
I'll make myself at home
And he'll want me to stay
I think he knew
He had to lock it down
Or I won't stick around
'Cause good ones never wait

He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand
Boy I understand

I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul

Lyrical smile, and the gold eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
Lyrical smile, and the gold eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?
I whisper in the dark
Where we gonna go?
I think he knows

I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul

I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows

The goofy boyish grin was worth the slight embarrassment, I would do anything to see that priceless look on his face.

The next day, I was sitting on the couch with the fireplace crackling next to me reading my worn copy of a Jane Austen compilation. Edward entered the room with mischievous smile on his face. I playfully narrowed my eyes at him as he grabbed the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"I had an idea," he said cryptically.

"Edward," I shrieked as he pushed the couch I was sitting on up against the wall. He ignored me as he walked up to the record player and lowered the needle, it was something from the fifties. I vaguely recalled him saying that was one of his favorite decades.

He was took my hand and pulled me up from where I was reading. His arms circled around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I snickered.

"Well, I wanted to dance with my wife, so..." He gestured to the furniture that he rearranged. I didn't say anything else. I just rested my head against his chest and let him lead me.

Despite how much I hated dancing, I could have stayed swaying back and forth with him like that forever.

The next day, I was sitting at the piano, and I started playing around until I found a melody then the words started to come to me. I started softly singing the words as I continued playing until I was satisfied with the final piece.

Let Me Love You Like A Woman

I come from a small town, how about you?
I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave WA
And I want you to come
Eighty miles North or South will do
I don't care where as long as you're with me
And I'm with you and you let me

Let me love you like a woman
Let me hold you like a baby
Let me shine like a diamond
Let me be who I'm meant to be
Talk to me in poems and songs
Don't make me be bittersweet
Let me love you like a woman
Let me hold you like a baby
Let me hold you like a baby

I come from a small town far away
I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave WA
And I need you to come
I guess I could manage if you stay
It's just if you do I can't see myself having any fun, so

Let me love you like a woman
Let me hold you like a baby
Let me shine like a diamond
Let me be who I'm meant to be
Talk to me in songs and poems
Don't make me be bittersweet
Let me love you like a woman
Take you to infinity
Let me love you like a woman
Take you to infinity
Let me love you like a woman
Take you to infinity

We could get lost in the purple rain
Talk about the good old days
We could get high on some pink champagne
Baby, let me count the waves

It wasn't until I was almost done that I noticed Edward watching me. I tried not to focus on his gaze.

"That was amazing, Bella. If I did't know any better, I'd say your songs are getting a little salacious, Bella, besides you've already loved me like a woman," he softly spoke in my ear. I started to chew on my lip.

If I was still human, Edward's comment would have made me blush a deep red.

"Thanks," I muttered, and patted the seat next to me. Edward sat down right next to me, "And if they are? Getting salacious, I mean?"

"Then I suppose we'd have to do something about that," he whispered in my ear. I giggled at brazenness, it was such a dramatic change from the Edward I had first met, the one who refused to touch me unless we were married, and now here we were on a year-long honeymoon, both of us together for the rest of eternity.

"How about you help me instead?" I offered.

"You want my help? It sounded pretty finished to me."

I smiled, "You taught me to play, and you're always so curious about my writing process, so why not? And that's not the one I'm stuck on."

I really wasn't stuck, but writing had always been such a freeing experience for me and now I wanted to share that with Edward. Edward found that freedom in running, and I partially did too, and we constantly did that together. Edward had shared that with me, now I wanted to share this with him. I wanted to show him every part of my soul like he had shown me every part of his.

"I'd love nothing more."

I had written a phrase when I was still human, but you'll find the real thing instead, she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred.

"Bella there isn't anyone on this Earth who could replace you," Edward insisted. I could tell he was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of this song being about us.

"It doesn't have to be about us, Edward. It's a little fuzzy, but I still kind of remember writing it, I don't think I intended it to be entirely about us. Think of it as more a story than biographical, Edward."

It turned into a pretty sad song, but it was so incredibly beautiful. It was even more beautiful that I could share this with Edward.

Champagne Problems

You booked the night train for a reason
So you could sit there in this hurt
Bustling crowds or silent sleepers
You're not sure which is worse

Because I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket
My picture in your wallet
Your heart was glass, I dropped it
Champagne problems

You told your family for a reason
You couldn't keep it in
Your sister splashed out on the bottle
Now no one's celebrating

Dom Pérignon, you brought it
No crowd of friends applauded
Your hometown skeptics called it
Champagne problems

You had a speech, you're speechless
Love slipped beyond your reaches
And I couldn't give a reason
Champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door
November flush and your flannel cure
"This dorm was once a madhouse"
I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends
Don't think we'll say that word again
And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls
That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show
I never was ready, so I watch you go
Sometimes you just don't know the answer
'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride
What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said
But you'll find the real thing instead
She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

And hold your hand while dancing
Never leave you standing
Crestfallen on the landing
With champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket
Her picture in your wallet
You won't remember all my
Champagne problems

You won't remember all my
Champagne problems

"I remember writing that line now, I wrote it about the person who would heal the broken heart I left you with. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred," I recalled vaguely.

"I meant what I said, Bella. You are the only person who has ever and will ever touch my heart," Edward leaned in and gently kissed me.

We spent a week rotating between writing, practicing my gift, loving each other, and hunting. It was completely perfect.

It had been less than a month since my change, and I still felt the intense ache of knowing that my parents were in hell, while I couldn't have been happier. I tried not to let the sadness mar our happiness. I tried not to let Edward see the sadness in my expression, I didn't want him to think I had any regrets about how we ended up here, because I truly didn't.

I just worried for my parents so much, I wanted to go to them, tell them that I was okay, and they needn't worry about me, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't reassure them anymore, I couldn't ease their worries like I use to, I had to trust that they were being taken care of by people other than me. I had to believe that they would both be okay, that they would pick up the pieces of their hearts that I had shattered. I constantly looked at the photo book they had given me on my birthday. All of my human memories were fuzzy, but I wanted to hold onto them, or at least memories of them.

It started as another day, when I felt a strong nudge right below my ribs.