"You seem…happy." I said, my head resting on his defined chest.

We were both lying down on the couch wrapped in the quilt from my bed, both content to just lay there. Not saying a word. Why speak when we had a language of our own. We could understand everything we were thinking with just one touch. Our love was everything and nothing.

Edward was playing with a lock of my hair, twirling it between his fingers and delicately holding it up to his nose, taking in my sent. I squirmed a little, my headache was coming back, and I needed to take some more pain relievers. Edward had felt my movement and stared at me, concern in his eyes. We held each others gaze for what seemed like eternity. I didn't mind though, it gave me an excuse to look at him longer than necessary.

"Are you not feeling well?" Edward asked. I loved the way he talked.

"I'm O.K. It's just the stomach flu." I said weakly.

Edward gently put his hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length. Scrutinizing me.

"I'm going to make you breakfast in bed."

In a flash he was out from under me and in the kitchen. He donned Charlie's barbequing apron with a look of determination. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. A Greek God in and apron, it was hysterical. Edward glanced over at me with a smile on his face. He could hear me giggling behind my hands.

"You know, just because I don't eat, it doesn't make me a bad cook."

"How would you know," I said holding back the laughter. "It all tastes like dirt to you anyway."

He frowned a little at the comment. "That's beside the point."

"And what point is that?"

"I'm not quite sure, give me a moment." He turned on the stove and put the frying pan over the flame. "How about this, I've taken Family Health and Home economics about 30 times. Now that I think about it, probably more than that." He smiled at the thought.

"I see. So…can I take your picture?"

"ABSOLUTLY NOT!" He yelled, the sound amplifying my headache.

I looked at the floor for a long while. I didn't know what to say, he had never yelled at me before. It had brought tears to my eyes. First they where tears of sadness, but as my feelings developed into anger the tears flowed freely.

"I'm sorry I even asked O.K.! You could have just given me a simple yes or no."

Realizing what he had done Edward was at my side in an instant, a look of hurt in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to yell at you Bella. I'm sorry." he gently kissed my collar bone sending my heart pounding. I was fighting a loosing battle; I could never stay mad at Edward for very long. It was impossible. I could fake it of course, but it would kill me not to talk to him.

"It's fine. I'm not very hungry." I said avoiding his eyes. I got up to go turn the burner off when dizziness and nausea came once again. This was not good, not while Edward was here I thought.

I tried to ignore it, but it was all too much. I found myself on the floor, the world spinning, the nausea overwhelming. I tried to lift myself up from the ground, but my whole body was sore. I suddenly felt tired. I shut my eyes to the world that kept spinning around and around… I tried to fight the nausea. Edward's strong arms were around me in a second. He was calling to me.

"…Bella…Bella please. I'm going to call Carlisle. This is more than the flu Bella."

I opened my eyes to see I was lying on my bed. I could hear Edwards voice talking to Carlisle I assumed. I slid off of the bed and crawled to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet in time. I soon felt a cold hand on my back and another holding my hair back. 'Oh Edward' I thought. I was glad he was here and yet, I wished that he was with his family so he wouldn't have to see me vomiting in a toilet.

Once I was done reaching, I leaned back into Edward's arms.

"Carlisle should be here any minute Bella."

"I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry you had to be here Edward."

"It's alright, I'm really glad that I was here. You would have never made it up the stairs." He looked at me and smiled. "And don't be embarrassed. Remember, the last part of my human life I spent this way. I can't remember a lot of things but it was not fun. Bella, I don't want you to be embarrassed around me."

There was a knock at the door down stairs. Edward left me in the bathroom to answer it. "Wait here." He said with a smile.

"As if I'm gonna go anywhere." I laid myself down on the cool linoleum and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the sweat off of my face. The cold tile was soothing on my burning face.

There were foot steps approaching and Carlisle's voice. "Let's get you to your room and check you out Bella. Edward said you weren't feeling to well, I can see he was right. Edward, carry her to the bed please."

And once again I was in Edwards arms.