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The days turned into weeks and weeks soon turned into months. My days always seemed to fly by when Edward kept me on a strict schedule; it worked better for me to know what I needed to do every minute of every day. I liked the structure.
Every day I was in a constant state of mind, trying hard to be good, but sometimes I would mess up without meaning to. Thankfully, my infractions were minor, and only caused Edward to give me a spanking before we would move on.
Moving on auto-pilot, I pulled the couch away from the wall and grabbed the vacuum once more, still completely zoned out in my thoughts.
There was just one day, and I don't remember which day, where I was a rotten brat to him. The problem was, I couldn't remember what I had done to force his hand. Since then, I've been extra mindful of my attitude, appearance, and words when around him. I did not want a repeat.
"Time to get up," Edward barked, scaring me half to death.
No longer having to worry about the cuff, I grabbed the comforter that he had just tossed to the ground, and placed it back on the bed before making my way to the bathroom while Edward went to the closet to get my clothes for the day. I stripped out of my pajamas and waited patiently for Edward to come in behind me and turn on the water. Goosebumps broke out across my skin as the chilly air hit me. I looked out the door, but didn't see Edward. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. Usually, he didn't take this long in the mornings, and normally he had the heater on first thing. Washington was in a constant state of rain and cloud cover, which caused temperatures to be a little chillier in the mornings.
As another tremor wracked my body, Edward finally stepped into the bathroom. I lifted my face for his routine good morning kiss, but instead, he brushed right by me without a glance in my direction. Once the shower was on, he took my hand and helped me in. Deciding to take initiative, I leaned in to give him a kiss, but he turned his head away so that my lips grazed his newly shaven face. It felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. I didn't know what was wrong or how to rectify it. I quickly showered and leaned my head against the tile as I focused on my breathing while I waited for my fifteen minutes to be up. Something was definitely wrong with Edward, and I wasn't sure if it was something I did, or if there was something else bothering him. Either way, though, I didn't like the way our morning had started. As the warm water soaked into my skin, heating me nicely, I ran my hands tiredly over my face. Before I was ready, the water turned off and Edward was opening the door. I smiled up at him as he helped me out and dried me off, but my smile fell when he never even made eye contact with me. He did what he needed to do without a word to me. This was the time of the day when he would tell me what I needed to do for the day. Every day was the same, but some days he had extra chores for me to do or something new he wanted me to read. How was I supposed to know what he expected of me if he didn't tell me?
"Thank you," I said quietly as he ushered me to our bedroom.
I looked up and saw Edward staring straight ahead, his jaw clenched. He didn't acknowledge that I had even spoken. I dressed in silence, mulling over what it was that I could have done to deserve this treatment, but my mind couldn't think of anything.
Breakfast was the same. Not a word was spoken from him. He made breakfast silently as I sat at the table with my head down, wringing my hands in my lap. Breakfast this morning consisted of cinnamon rolls, and the smells that permeated the kitchen made my stomach rumble in hunger.
I licked my lips as he placed the plate in front of himself and began to dig in.
After he had a few bites, I finally spoke up. "May I have some, Edward?" I asked.
He kept his eyes down as he put some food on the fork and brought it to my lips. I moaned in appreciation of the taste as I chewed.
"It's delicious, thank you," I said gratefully.
Edward jerked his head and I felt my heart begin to inflate again. That was the most response I had gotten from him all morning. Once breakfast was done, Edward left the room without a word. I sighed and looked around, knowing for now, at least, that I needed to start here with my chores. As I worked around the kitchen, I was diligent in making sure everything was perfect. When he came to collect me for my studies, he glanced around the kitchen without a word. He brought us to his office and I immediately took my place on the couch where my book was waiting for me. I looked up expectantly, only to have my eyes fill with tears as I watched Edward sit in a chair across from me. If he wasn't working, he always sat with me.
"Edward, may I ask you a question?" I whispered.
He remained completely still, acting like he hadn't heard me.
"Did I do something wrong?"
He still said nothing to me.
"I'm sorry if I messed something up," I said thickly, trying to keep my tears at bay.
With that, he stood up and left the room. I put my face in my hands and cried, being careful not to cry loudly. If I cried too much he would get mad, and right now was probably not the best time for him to be even angrier at me.
Remembering Carlisle's words, I tried my best to dry my tears. I wasn't a baby. Once my tears had subsided, Edward came back with another drink and sat at his desk. Knowing that I would never be able to concentrate on my reading, I walked over to his desk and stood next to him. I was so nervous that I was close to rubbing a hole in the fabric of my shirt.
"Um...may I have a drink?" I asked as he pushed the cup to me.
I picked up the cup without looking away from him and took a small sip. "I'm going to finish my chores...is that okay?"
Again he didn't say anything. I choked back a sob and left the room. Not knowing if he expected anything different from me today, I went and cleaned our room and took care of our laundry, since that is what I would normally do.
Once all the basic chores were done, I realized that I needed to have a plan for dinner so I would know when to start it. I hesitantly made my way back to Edward's office and stepped over the threshold.
"What would you like me to make you for dinner?" I asked.
Instead of getting an answer, I received the silent treatment. Again. That was when I lost it.
"Please talk to me. Please?" I begged.
I darted across the room and fell to my knees beside him.
"You have to talk to me because I don't know what to make for dinner. I don't want to disappoint you," I cried as I grabbed at his leg.
Still silence.
I moved my head to his rest on the leg of his pants and wept openly, not even caring about seeming like a baby. I needed him. I needed him to tell me what to do. Why could he not see that?
"Edward, you always pick dinner. I can't cook without you telling me what you want. Please?"
"Say it," he said for the first time today.
I let out a shaky breath of relief. "You are all I have. You are all I need. You are my life, Edward," I said as I cried. "Are you talking to me now? Oh thank god. I didn't like it. Whatever I did I'll fix it. I'm so sorry, Edward," I sobbed.
"Do you see now how much you need me?" he asked icily, finally looking me in the eyes for the first time.
"Yes. I need you so much. I love you," I said as tears made their way down my cheeks.
"I love you, too, but you need to be a good girl," he said as I nodded in agreement.
"I did all my chores just the way you like them, and I want to make you dinner, but I don't know what to make," I said, trying to calm down.
"You can make a breakfast dinner. I could really go for some French toast. Maybe some eggs and bacon as well," he said as he pushed my hands away from him. "Get going."
He made a shooing motion with his hands, careful not to make contact with my skin again. I hated that he didn't want me touching him. I didn't know what I did to upset him so badly, and what was worse, was that I had no clue how to make it up to him. I tried to get myself to stop crying as I left the room, but the tears kept falling. He had to know how much I needed him; I told him every day.
Once I was in the kitchen, I pulled out the handwritten recipe Esme had given me for how Edward liked his French toast. I worked to make the dinner extra special, making sure that everything was cooked perfectly. I even added fruit to the top of the toast. I made one plate and set it in front of Edward's chair, putting some powdered sugar and syrup on the table for Edward to use to his liking. Then, hoping that Edward was in a better mood, I went back to the office to tell him that dinner was done.
I took a deep breath before I stepped into the room to see Edward bent over something on his desk.
"Dinner's ready," I said, clearing my throat.
He didn't even look up from his desk. He was back to not talking to me and I started to cry.
"All you have done is cry like a baby this afternoon. Do I need to treat you like a baby?" he asked harshly.
I flinched back immediately, taken off guard that he was actually speaking to me as he groaned loudly from his seat.
"Are you back to flinching, too, Cry Baby?" he hissed.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm trying to stop," I said with a hiccup.
"Well try harder," he snapped as I cried harder.
I stood just inside the door as he made his way towards me. Instead of leading me to the kitchen like always, he brushed right past me without sparing another look in my direction. He had always held my hand when we would walk through the house.
"Please tell me what I did wrong," I begged, still crying.
"You're still crying," he said.
"I'm sorry. Why won't you touch me?"
I had a feeling I didn't want to know the answer, but couldn't stop the question from coming out.
"I don't touch crybabies," he said, making me cry more.
We sat at the table and he started to eat. The tears continued to flow, which only made me cry even harder because I couldn't seem to stop them.
"I'm not feeding you until you calm down!" Edward exclaimed.
"I don't know what's wrong… I-I-I just want you to touch me," I stuttered out.
"Quit with the crying and I will," he said through his teeth.
I tried so hard to get my breathing under control, but I just couldn't. I needed him so badly.
"I-I-If you touch me I-I-I think I'll feel better," I said, trying to catch my breath.
I saw Edward roll his eyes, acting like he didn't even care.
"I n-n-need you and y-y-y-you won't help me," I cried, my whole body trembling.
"Keep it up, Bella, and you'll see the inside of the closet," Edward threatened.
I knew he was losing patience with me, but my body wouldn't stop shaking. My mind felt cloudy, like I couldn't control what was happening.
"NO! P-p-p-please d-d-don't do that," I said, throwing myself to my knees. "I-I-I can't b-b-b-b-breathe," I said, clawing at his pants.
I crawled my way up his lap until I was straddled across his legs. I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged myself to him, "I-I-I-I need you. You are the only one that can make me feel better. You are all I have," I said, trying to breathe properly.
"It's okay, Baby; I have you," he soothed as his arms went around my back. "Mmm, I love it when you're in my lap. You were right about one thing: I am the only one that can make you feel better."
I gasped in surprise at the feeling of his arms finally around me as another round of sobs overtook my body.
"I love you. I'm sorry for whatever I did," I cried. "I'll never do it again."
Satisfied with my progress of the living room, I nodded my head before bending down to wrap up the cord to the vacuum.
He never did tell me what I did wrong that day, but since then, I've done everything he said just to avoid feeling that way ever again. I tried so hard to be good for him. There was no worse feeling than upsetting him.
I stopped suddenly when I heard a loud creaking sound come from outside the front door. I froze for a moment as the silence overcame me. Not even daring to breathe, I waited a few moments to see if I could hear anything else. This was one of those moments where I wished Esme was still here with me. A while back, Edward told her that she didn't need to stay with me every day any more while he was at work. When he did that, I knew I was doing well for Edward, and this was his way of showing me his trust. While I was ecstatic at the thought of him trusting me, I was sad that I would no longer have that time with Esme. Now she was only required to come over a few days a week. Unfortunately, today happened to be a day where her presence wasn't needed.
Not hearing anything else, I mentally shrugged and continued wrapping up the cord.
It was a bit of an adjustment without Esme here to walk me through my day-to-day routine, but I needed to learn it all without someone always telling me what to do. I understood, but I did get lonely.
A few seconds later I heard the front door close, and my heart immediately began to race as I looked for an escape route. Who was in the house? A moment later, Edward peeked around the corner with a smile playing on his lips. My palms began to sweat as my mind raced. Did I miss something? I knew he didn't say anything about coming home early.
"Doing your chores?" he asked, looking around the house.
"Yes," I said, trying to control my breathing as I put the vacuum away. "You didn't say you were coming home early. Is something wrong?"
"No," he shrugged. "I took the rest of the day off. We have things that need to get done. Come on," he said as he headed up the stairs.
I quickly followed him up and into our room.
"Take off your shorts and shirt," he demanded as he went to the larger closet and pushed and pulled at the clothes.
I hurriedly pushed off my shorts and tugged at my shirt. I didn't understand why I needed to get undressed, but I wasn't about to argue. I was still in shock that he was home early, and I was excited at the prospect of getting more time in than usual with him today. I stood near our bed in just my underwear as he walked over to me and put a sun dress over my head. It was a light yellow dress that hung just above my knees.
"Say it," he whispered, brushing back some hair from my face tenderly.
"You are all I have. You are all I need. You are my life, Edward," I said as he grabbed the hairbrush.
He ran it through my hair a few times, untangling some of the small knots that had formed while I was doing my chores. I closed my eyes and hummed in contentment. I loved it when he brushed my hair and he knew it. When he was satisfied, I felt his body edge away from mine until he was sitting on the bed. He looked over his shoulder at my closet and I started to grow nervous.
"Go open the door," he said as my breath hitched.
I wanted to ask why, but I knew better. I slowly walked over to the closet and opened the door, but quickly stepped away. My heart was racing in my chest and I was doing my best not to cry.
"Are you going to be good?" Edward asked.
"Yes...absolutely, yes," I said, nodding my head without looking away from the closet of terror.
"You haven't been in there in a while," he mused. "Is today the day?"
"No," I said firmly. "I promise to be on my best behavior."
"We have to go out in public. How do you act when we are out?" he asked.
This was something new I had been learning. I was learning how to act in the presence of others that were not family.
"Stay with you at all times. Only speak if I am spoken to directly, and I need to be on my best behavior," I said as he nodded.
"Now, you have to do me a favor. You are going to have to sign some paperwork, and I need you to sign your name the way it is written on the paper. Can you do that for me?" he asked.
I nodded my head again, knowing that I would do anything he asked of me. I understood this particular request, but I knew that I didn't need to, either. My duty was to do as he asked without question.
"You still want to marry me, right?"
"Yes!" I said excitedly, looking up to him.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw love and adoration flit across Edward's face.
"Okay, then. That's going to happen this weekend," he said as I squealed and rushed into his arms.
"I'm so excited!"
"I know you are, Baby," he said kissing me. "We will do everything here, and have a small party afterward to celebrate."
"Oh! I could cook or try to make a cake," I said, smiling widely.
"That's all being taken care of. Come on," he said, taking my hand.
He led me out the door and to the car. I loved being outside, and today was no exception. It was one of the rare sunny days Forks, Washington had to offer, and I was so thankful that I got to be a part of it. There was really no need for me to be outside, so it was a treat when I was. We drove through the small town until Edward pulled up to the police station. Once the car was parked and shut off, I began to fidget in my seat. I was nervous to be around people. Edward had been my life for so long, that I hadn't met anyone other than his parents.
"Best behavior," he reminded me before he opened the door.
I took a shuddering breath and stepped out to meet him at the front of the car. I kept close to him, not wanting to do something wrong. We made our way through the building until we came to a window at the end of the hall.
We came to a desk in front of the window where an older lady was sitting, typing away on her keyboard. Edward cleared his throat, which caused her to look up in surprise.
"How may I help you, Edward?" she asked with a fond smile.
"Kate, I would like to get a marriage license for my fiancé and me," he said with a smile.
Kate beamed and nodded, digging around in a filing cabinet beside her. "It's about time. Fill this out, and you both have to sign," she said as she passed Edward some paperwork. "You're a lucky lady. Make sure you take good care of him."
I nodded in complete agreement with her.
"I plan too, Ma'am," I said with a smile.
"Babe, sign here," he instructed, pointing out the last name. It said Swan, not Cullen. I understood what was expected of me. He gave the paper back to Kate and she read it over.
"Edward, Dear, there seems to be a problem. She's a minor; she needs parental consent," Kate said as I looked to Edward.
"Yes, this is what you need. I am her guardian," he said, leaning in close to Kate. As he whispered something to her, I looked down to my feet.
"Oh, I understand," Kate said. "This will be ready by the end of the week."
"Now we can get married," he said as we kissed. "But first I have to grab something from my desk."
We made our way to the front of the building until we were in a big room with a ton of desks.
"Sit and behave," he said, pointing to a chair by what I assumed was his desk. He rummaged through his drawers as a man walked up to the desk beside him.
"Cullen, if you have a minute, I need to have a word with you," the man said.
"Sure, I'll be right there, Chief," Edward said as he leaned over to me. "Do. Not. Move."
"But..." I started.
"Behave," he said as I nodded.
I really needed to use the restroom; I'd had a lot of water earlier. While Edward was back doing who knows what, I used the time alone to look around at my future husband's work place. It didn't look very inviting, but then again, I doubted they were in the office very much. Around me were the sounds of shuffling paper, a clock on the wall, and the occasional cough. Was it supposed to be this quiet?
As my bladder began to make itself known, I did a semi-jig in my seat, praying that Edward would come back soon. I had been waiting for a while now it seemed, and he had been gone longer than I thought he would be. I started to get nervous, and my head felt like it was on a swivel.
"Looking for someone?" A man questioned, making me jump.
"Um...Edward. I need to ask if I can use the restroom," I said politely to the very large man in front of me.
"Are you Bella?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes…" I said hesitantly.
"I'm Emmett. It's very nice to finally meet you," he said, sticking his hand out to me.
Trembling slightly, I shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said in a shaky voice.
"Huh...Edward wasn't kidding when he said you were shy," he said with a laugh. "Come on; I'll show you where the bathroom is."
"Oh, thanks, but I'll wait for Edward," I said nervously.
"He won't mind if you use the bathroom," he said, nodding his head to the side.
Against my better judgment, I stood and went with Emmett. I didn't want to be rude...Edward said not to be rude.
"If you see Edward before I get back will you let him know where I am?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach.
I shouldn't have left my seat, but it was too late to turn around without raising suspicion. I quickly walked into the one stall restroom and did my business with shaky hands and a racing heart. Once I was done, I opened the door to see Edward standing there with a look of rage on his face.
"You are in so much trouble," he hissed quietly.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, even though I knew my apologies meant nothing for what I had done.
I forced myself not to cringe as he put his arm around my shoulders and led us to the nearest exit. His arm was tight with tension and his body language told me that I was in more trouble than I could possibly imagine.
"Edward!" a man called from behind us.
Edward pinched my arm hard as he stopped walking. He looked down on me and glared furiously.
"What's up, man?" Edward asked, turning to the voice.
I chanced a glance up and saw that it was Emmett who had approached us.
"Rose wanted to know if you would like her to make anything for Saturday, or if Bella needed someone to go shopping with," Emmett said with a huge smile.
Judging from the smile plastered to Emmett's face and his relaxed stance, you would never guess that his friend was an inch away from committing a murder. Okay, maybe nothing that drastic, but if looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. Then again, maybe that meant that I was playing my part well. Emmett was completely oblivious to the fact that I was about to pee myself in fear of the man beside me, and that's the way it was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to fear my husband. And in truth, it wasn't Edward I feared; it was what he was capable of that had me terrified.
"My mom is doing the cooking so I'll have to ask her," Edward said easily.
Edward's stance relaxed as he grinned at his friend. You would have never known he was livid.
"Okay, cool. Let me know. It was very nice to meet you, Bella," Emmett said as I nodded to him. "Want to go out to dinner tonight?"
"Oh, sorry; we already have plans tonight, but maybe next week," Edward replied.
I bowed my head and kicked at the gravel beneath my feet. I knew it was my fault that he had to say no.
"No worries, we'll figure it out, but we definitely have to go out all together," Emmett said as Edward agreed.
As Emmett walked back inside the station, Edward and I made our way to the car without a word. I felt like I should have said something, but I was pretty sure there was nothing I could say to make everything better. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel on the way home. I was fidgeting in my seat; I knew I was in so much trouble. We pulled into the driveway, and when Edward opened the car door, he took my hand in a bone crushing hold. Once we were in the house, he began to shout.
"You had to go and ruin one of the most special days!" he yelled. "Why would you move after I told you not to?"
"I'm sorry," I told him, tears already threatening to fall.
"Not good enough! Why?!" he yelled in my face.
"I had to go to the bathroom. Um...Emmett saw me looking for you, and he said I could use the bathroom. He said it would be okay with you," I told him as he glared at me.
"So let me see if I understand this...Not only did you move when I told you not to, but you went to another man to fulfill your needs?!"
I shook my head at his way of thinking. I would never seek another man out to fulfill my needs. Only he could do that for me.
"It wasn't like that," I said, backing away from him.
"Did you ask him if you could use the bathroom?" Edward challenged.
"No! I said I had to ask you, and he said I could," I replied.
"And you listened to him. You listened to another man and went with him," Edward said with a heaving chest.
"I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. It will never happen again," I said as I cried.
"Oh, you're right about that," he spat, grabbing my arm.
I didn't resist as he dragged me up the stairs to our room. I knew a spanking was coming, but I would take it because I behaved so badly. Instead of leading us over to the chest in front of the bed though, Edward walked right past it and straight for the one thing that I knew I couldn't handle. I started to scream and wail as he opened the closet door.
"No! Please don't do this!" I screamed as I hit him with my fists.
I was not going in the closet.
"Oh, yes," Edward hissed. "A spanking wouldn't be enough for what you did," he said as he moved me toward the closet.
"Edward, don't do this, please," I pled as I held onto his shirt with a death grip. "Please, please, please," I begged.
"You were a very, very bad girl. You misbehaved after you said you would be good. You ruined what could have been a great day. You seem to ruin every good day we could have! I won't be surprised if you ruin our wedding. You are such a bad girl," he said as we somehow both ended up in the closet.
I tightened my fists and wrapped my legs around his waist in a vice; I wasn't going to let go of him.
"You are going to spend the night in here if you do not let go of me," he said, holding my face in his hand.
I gulped heavily at what I saw when his eyes connected with mine. No longer were they the gorgeous green that I had come to know and love. They were a dark green, bordering on black as his pupil widened in the dark and they held none of the warmth that he usually showered with me. He was beyond furious, and I knew that dragging this out was only going to make things worse in the long run.
I sobbed as I let go of him, feeling like I was sealing my own fate as his shirt slipped from my fingers. He backed out of the closet quickly, leaving me alone inside. I begged him with my eyes not to do it, knowing that it wouldn't do any good. The minute I stood up from the chair to follow Emmett, I had sealed my own fate. As soon as the door to the closet shut, I started to scream and scream until I had no voice left. I kicked and hit the door, but nothing brought Edward back to me. I tried to scream some more, but that just ended with me having a coughing fit. My throat was raw. The walls were closing in on me and I was getting dizzy. My breathing was fast and short...I was hyperventilating, and there was nothing I could do about it. My legs finally gave out after a bit and I hit the floor with a thud. I needed to get out before I died. It was too small, and that was all I could think about. I had done everything in my power to keep myself out of the closet, but here I was. I tried to scream again, but all that came out of my mouth was a horse squeak.
After a while, I had exerted myself to the point of total exhaustion. I laid face down on the floor and stared out from the crack under the door. I couldn't move or speak. All I knew was that I needed to get out. My entire body hurt. There wasn't one part of me that didn't hurt. I coughed a lot, but that just made my throat hurt worse.
I saw Edward's shadow as he walked past the closet door three times. I tried to call for him, but my voice was gone. My tears never stopped, and my eyes burned from all my crying. I watched his feet stop at the door and then I heard the door handle jiggle. I tried to move, but the thought of getting out of the closet made my tense muscles relax, making it impossible.
"I have never in my life heard a child throw a bigger fit than what you just did," he said as I cried. "I should just leave you in here."
"No!" I tried to beg, causing another round of coughing.
"My father was right. You are nothing but a baby. Look at you lying on the floor with no voice and crying like a two year old. I don't know who's going to be the bigger baby, you or our child. You're ridiculous," he said harshly. "Get up."
I did my best to get up, but it was not without difficulty. Once I was on my feet, I reached for Edward but he backed away.
"I didn't tell you to touch me."
He was so disgusted with me and I couldn't blame him. I was disgusted with myself.
"I'm sorry," I croaked and coughed.
"Quit talking. You have no voice because you screamed for fifteen minutes straight. God, I don't even know what to do with you! Every time I think you're ready to move on, you fuck it up," he said as I looked down. "I talked to my father..." he started to say as all the blood left my face. "He said to spank you and move on. I wasn't going to spank you, but after that fit, how can I not?"
"I'll do anything..." cough, "to make..." cough, cough, "this better," I struggled to say.
My throat burned from the exertion I put on it by trying to talk, but I needed him to know how deeply sorry I was that I had hurt him - that I had sought out another man for my own selfish needs. And if my throat had to bleed for him to forgive me, then that was a price I was willing to pay.
"First things first: quit talking. You need your voice back for our wedding. And stop crying! You're the one that did this, not me. I'm doing my best to do my part, but you make it so fucking difficult. Going off with other men, throwing temper tantrums...I don't think I can do this," Edward said, running his fingers through his hair.
"I love you," I choked out.
"Just leave, Bella. I don't want you anymore. You're too much of a headache. You say you love me, but you don't. If you did, you would have been a good girl. But instead, you ruin everything."
My heart sank to the bottom of my feet and it was hard to breathe again. All I could do was shake my head no back and forth.
"Let's see how long you last without me."
He took me by the arm and headed for the door.
"I'll die without you. I have nowhere to go. Who would take care of me?" I asked with what little voice I could, followed by more coughing.
"Not my problem," he said as he pulled my limp body out of his room.
"Don't do this," I cried with a cough. "I'll do anything. I will never speak to another man ever again. I swear! Don't throw me out. I need you," I begged, coughing roughly.
He stopped walking and looked down at me. I took the chance I had and wrapped myself around him. I managed to get my arms around his neck and I pulled myself right to him.
"Anything...I'll do anything for you," I whispered, my tears soaking into his shirt.
"Quit talking," he whispered in my ear. "Do something like this ever again, and I will never, ever speak another word to you."
My whole world crumbled as I clung to him like he was going to disappear. He didn't want me to talk, so all I could do was shake my head, hoping he understood that was something that I never wanted to happen. My feet were lifted off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I clung to him like there was no tomorrow. I buried my face in his neck as he walked back to the bedroom. I even kissed on his neck to show how grateful I was for him. He set me on my feet, and without being told, I stripped out of my clothes and placed myself over his knees.
"Sometimes you can be such a perfect little girl," he said as his hand rubbed my bare skin.
I hung on to him as he started to spank me. I was taking this spanking very well, knowing I fully deserved it. After twenty swats, I quickly dried my tears as he stood me back on my feet. I threw myself at him again, and hugged my naked body to his. He didn't want me to talk, so I was hoping that my gestures said enough. I rubbed my hands up and down his back as I took in deep breaths of his scent. He was all I needed.
He let me take comfort in him for a while before he led us to the bathroom. He put my hair in a ponytail as he kissed my neck. I loved the feeling of his lips on me. He ran a bath and let me lay my head back as I allowed the warm water consume me.
"I don't want you to talk to other men without me or my father present," he said softly. "And you never leave with another man when I'm not around unless I tell you it's okay."
I nodded my head as I closed my eyes, letting his voice wash over me and soothe me.
Edward talked to me about whatever was on his mind, and I smiled at the calming sensation his voice gave me. He didn't wash me, but he did sit on the floor and run his fingers over my wet skin. If I tried to talk, he would shush me. I had so much I wanted to say to him, but I knew I would have to do it another way.
"I'm going to go make us some soup for dinner. I think you could use a time out, so I want you to stay in bed," he said as he dressed me.
I nodded in confirmation as he helped me into bed. He kissed my lips and I smiled into our kiss.
"Will you be a good girl?"
I quickly nodded my head, so he gave me a smile before he left the room.
I sat on our bed and thought about everything I wanted to say to him. As I sat there, I remembered my notebook was in the night stand drawer and I quickly pulled it out. I found my pen and wrote Edward a letter. I needed him to know what he meant to me - how much I needed him. Words couldn't express my devotion to him, but I was going to do my best to portray it.
Edward, I am so sorry for what happened today. I disobeyed you, and I never want to do that again. The thought of not being with you breaks me. You are my whole life, and I can't live without you. I love you so much. There is no worse feeling than you being mad at me. I know you don't want me to talk, so I am hoping that this letter shows you how sorry I am and how much I love you. Please don't ever leave me; I need you more than I need air to breathe. I will do anything to make things right between us. I love you.
I signed my name with a heart, folded the piece of paper in half, and set it on his pillow. When I laid my head back, I felt lighter. I was still with Edward, and that was all that mattered. A few minutes later, the bedroom door was opened and Edward walked in carrying a tray of food with two drinks.
"I made you some tea...what's this?" he asked, setting the tray down and picking up the note I wrote him.
I gave him a small smile, hoping that he took the letter the way I meant it. His smile made me relax as he read the words I wrote. He walked over to my side of the bed and gently pulled my legs, maneuvering me so that my legs were around his waist. He kissed me as his hands explored my body. I loved when he did that. He lifted my shirt and ran his fingers across the bare skin of my stomach. I could feel his erection straining against his pants as he rubbed himself against me. I moaned into his mouth, loving when he got like this. It didn't happen often enough. I wanted him so badly.
"Mmm," he moaned, running his tongue over my lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I croaked.
"No talking, Baby," he scolded lightly. "You need your voice for Saturday."
I kissed him as he smiled at me lovingly.
"Sit up so I can feed you."
I did as I was told, and when the food was gone, he laid me down onto his chest, running his fingers through my hair. Exhausted from the day that I had, my eyes closed of their own accord.
"Sleep, my perfect girl," I heard Edward whisper.
I cuddled into his side as he held me close; it only took a few minutes for sleep to pull me under.
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