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My apologies in advance for spelling errors. I'm dyslexia and no matter how much I wish my spelling would be perfect, it's not. I'm more than aware of that and also know that I often confuse some words for others when I don't mean to do so. Sorry for any convenience this may cause you.

Now, let's see how Edward and Bella are doing.

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Her adrenaline tainted blood filled up our car, permeating the air like the best perfume that money can't buy. My throat burned, making me realize that I probably should have hunted during the night, but Bella and I had too much fun being tangled together on our bedroom floor. Since we had never made it to our bed, as we rarely did, our "fun activities" kept me in for the night.

I inhaled, letting my throat burn, it wasn't bad though. With my anger, any discomfort her scent may have caused me was easy to ignore.

My little outburst didn't scare her. No. Not at all. As she grew older, and I remained frozen in my seventeen-year-old glory, my adolescent mood swings that I was prone to, and she long since outgrew. No longer made her give in to my wishes as she once did when we were in high school back in Forks.

Maybe she had a better understanding of dealing with moody teenagers now, since she was studying to become an English teacher and was an assistant at the local middle school three days a week. Where she got first-hand training with children that were closer to my age than hers. Whatever it was also had her often-using reverse psychology on me during our little arguments, though I was glad she wasn't doing that this time.

When she did that, it angered me to know end. Did she really think I wouldn't notice? After all, I was in my second year of child psychology at the University of Chicago. That's where we were both going to school.

Both of us chose to major in careers with children after watching a documentary on the positive impact teachers, counselors and other caregivers could have on children that were more or less neglected by their parents. It hit a nerve with Bella since she grew up not being properly cared for by her parents and often felt more love from her teachers than by her mom and dad. After a meaningful conversation, we decided our career paths when we were on our honeymoon on Isle Esme three years ago. That was after she decided to stay human for another five, possibly ten years because the sex was good.

At the time I was very happy when she wanted to stay human and go to college. I valued her education and humanity more than anything. Though I still do, I also have a bit of regret about not giving into her transformation a lot sooner.

She's aging as humans do. Twenty-one now and I noticed her personality changing slightly, her likes and dislikes developing, becoming more adult.

All of that was both thrilling to me as well as it made me fear the unknown. For how much time did I have with her? Would she become bored with a seventeen-year-old before we graduated college and I could change her?

I didn't know. I had no answers to offer myself, which unfortunately made me angrier as the light turned green and I stepped on the accelerator.

"You want to fuck him! You want to fuck Frank! Don't you?" The words slipped out of my mouth. Which made me have instant regret.

I was angry and things I would have otherwise not said were being placed out in the open. Never before had I accused my wife of something so horrible.

"What?" Bella was taken aback.

"You heard me." I said, glancing at her startled face.

Bella sighed, an exasperated sound. "What are you talking about? Why would you even say that?"

"You want to fuck Frank! Just as you wanted to do with Jacob." I roared, letting my anger get the best of me.

"What? No!" Her tone was a mixture of being shocked and angry. "Jacob was my friend and so is Frank. Make no mistake, it's a platonic relationship to me. I'm allowed to have male friends that I don't want to kiss."

Snow began to fall while anger as hot as lava boiled inside me.

"You say that, but you make your contradiction quite obvious," I said, keeping my eyes on the road and the falling snow.

"What do I make obvious?" She shouted. "That I would like to have friends?"

"No." My tone was firm. "That you want more than friendship with a guy that's older than you!"

"Absolutely not." She sounded stunned.

I ignored what she said.

"I see it by the way you look at him. The way you talk to him and the way you smile when you accept that Goddamn wreath!" My words were hot, fast, and a bit childish. I have to admit.

"This is ridiculous." Bella mumbled.

"You smiled at him and batted your eyes when he gave you the wreath!" I was furious and I wanted her to know it.

"I was being nice." She defended her actions.

"You were flirting." I accused her.

"Trust me, I would never try to flirt with anyone but you." She began to cry. "Why can't you see that I love you? No one else but you."

Though I knew her well enough to know she was speaking the truth, I was too vaxxed to move past our argument and apologize. I was basking in my misery and merely wanted company. Once more I brought up our neighbor and the wreath. We argued for several minutes until she tried a different approach as we got on the highway.

"We're never going to get past the wreath. Are we?" Bella sounded like she was talking to a child instead of her husband, someone that was supposed to be her equal.

I shrugged my shoulders. She exhaled.

The facts were clear, I was only caring about what was bothering me and not how I was making her feel. Wanting to get everything off my chest that was concerning me I could care less about how it sounded aloud. Just as I cared less about obeying the traffic laws and driving the speed limit. I stepped on the accelerator, going over the double solid yellow line, and passing the gray SUV that was driving at an agonizing slow pace. There was oncoming traffic, but I knew how to drive well enough to avoid a head-on collision. I merged back into the correct lane as a vehicle honked at me with Bella's hand clutching my pant leg by my thigh.

"Slow down!" She cried.

I said nothing. My only response was to speed up. I was acting like a foolish teenager, yet I didn't care.

"You're upset and driving like a maniac." Her voice was shaky. "You're going to get us into a wreck. Please slow down."

I should have listened to her or maybe turned back around and went home since both of us were clearly in no mood to get a tree or do anything festive. However, I just scoffed and continued to race down the highway. All the while Bella and I carried on squabbling, while she criticized my driving.

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