Chapter 8

EDWARD'S POV

"And tonight's top story, seventeen year old Scott Masters was found dead in his car yesterday morning. He had been reported missing by his mother-"

I shut off the TV, turning back to face Bella.

"You don't need to watch this."

Bella folded her arms, and clicked her tongue.

"You're doing it again."

I smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"What's that?"

"You're babying me."

I sighed and sat down next to her, pulling her close to me. She stopped the clicking, but her arms stayed folded. Her lips made a thin line, and I knew she was mad.

"Bella, I'm just trying to protect you."

"From what? A TV?"

"No," I ran my cheek up and down the top of her head, "from what was on the TV."

"I'm not-"

"Human anymore. I know that, but you still have human tendencies and you are still my wife."

She sighed, and I pulled her away from me to look her in the eyes.

"Bella, I love you. I just want to be a good husband."

She looked up at me, touching my cheek.

"You are."

I kissed her hand, and stood up, pulling her up with me.

"Let's go somewhere."

"Where?" She cocked her head to one side.

"Go and get Charlie, and change into something comfortable."

"Not another surprise." Bella groaned.

She trudged up the stairs anyways, and I went to get the car started.

BELLA'S POV

I pulled on a pair of Edward's sweatpants, and a yellow, V-neck sweater. Charlie seemed happy enough to go on an outing, so I lifted him out of the cradle and carried him out to the car. Edward was at my side in a flash, grabbing the diaper bag from me.

After I strapped Charlie in, I got into the passenger seat. Edward smiled over at me, pulling out.

"Please?" I asked, folding my hands.

He shook his head, still smiling.

I folded my arms and pouted.

He just laughed at me.

"My Bella. Never change."

"Don't worry, I won't." I said coldly, turning to look out the window.

He rested a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently.

"Bella."

I ignored him, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

"Bella."

"Charlie, do you hear something?" I asked without turning around.

Edward sighed, and took his hand back.

When he finally stopped the car, he grabbed the diaper bag and another bag from the backseat.

I got Charlie, and followed Edward up a dirt path. It led up a pretty big hill, with many twists and turns. The path was narrow, so at some parts, Edward led me ahead of him, guiding my waist.

"Now close your eyes."

I closed my eyes, and let Edward take one of my hands. He gently pulled me along, and when we stopped, he let go.

"Can I look?" I asked impatiently.

"Yes." He laughed.

I opened my eyes.

It was a small space surrounded by tall evergreen trees. It was pretty empty, except for a few big rocks and a few dead tree stumps.

"It's beautiful."

Edward took Charlie from me, laying him out on his blanket.

"It's not the meadow, but it's nice."

I turned around, looking at the beautiful snow.

"It is nice."

EDWARD'S POV

Spend all your time waiting.

For that second chance.
For a break that would make it okay.

I played our song softly, watching Bella sit down on a stump, away from me. Her shoulders shook fiercely.

"Bella," I went to her, sitting beside her, "what is it?"

"I'm still waiting to wake up." She said tearfully.

There's always one reason.
To feel not good enough.
And it's hard at the end of the day.

"Bella, this isn't a dream." I wiped a tear away.

"How did I ever get so lucky? Why do I deserve someone as wonderful as you? You're perfect."

I need some distraction.
Oh beautiful release.
Memory seeps from my veins.

"Bella, no one deserves you. I myself am still wondering how lucky I am to have you." I pulled Bella to her feet, pulling her close, spinning slowly to the music.

Let me be empty.
And weightless and maybe.
I'll find some peace tonight.

I lifted her into my arms, cradling her close to me. A few tears still escaped her eyes. I still spun slowly.

In the arms of an angel.
Fly away from here.
From this dark cold hotel room.
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage.
Of your silent reverie.

"You're in the arms of the angel. May you find, some comfort there." I sang softly against Bella's ear.

She smiled up at me, and I pressed my lips softly to hers.

"I love you, my archangel." She whispered against my lips.

I smiled.

"And I love you, my angel," I kissed her again, "thank you for saving me."

We looked up at the sky, the twilight sky.

Forever together, forever twilight.