Trust

The door opened, and Carlisle came in. He took one look at Edward and then me, before picking up my clipboard from the end of the bed.

"It's good to see you awake Bella? Your vitals look good. Your body warmed up nice and quickly once we got you on oxygen. I think you'll be able to be released today but I don't want you to go to school tomorrow."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Was it not Friday? Why would I go to school tomorrow?

"It's Sunday Bella. You've been asleep for just over two days. It's perfectly natural. You were in shock and hit your head hard. There's no concussion or bone damage. Little Ed is perfectly fine. Esme's been looking after him."

Relief flooded me as I relaxed into the hard mattress. I noticed that Edward was still holding onto my hand and rubbing circles. Squeezing his hand, he gave me crooked smile. His hand lay on top of my head.

"Are you feeling okay Bella?"

I gave him a small nod of my head. He seemed to communicate silently with his father before carefully removing the oxygen mask from around my face. Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply. It was different breathing in the air instead of using the breathing aid.

"I'll take the IV out of your arm, but I want you to try and eat something soon."

I hadn't even noticed that there was a needle in my elbow. They both knew of my fear of needles, so Edward tried to distract me. He squeezed my hand bringing my attention to him and I couldn't look away when he gave me my favourite crooked smile. The needle was gone immediately but a small bruise had already started forming around it.

"I'm going to give you some time to orient yourself and then I'll be back with some food. Edward will stay with you so if you need anything just ask him."

He checked my clipboard once more before putting it back and leaving the room. It was only now, in the silence, that I noticed Clair de Lune playing in the back ground. The melody floated around us as I looked away from him. What surprised me was when he lifted my hand and pressed kisses to each of my knuckles.

"Bella, sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?"

He called me sweetheart again. He was seriously worried about me and cared about me. I cared about him more than I wanted to admit.

"I'm fine."

He raised his eyebrows with a look that I knew he wouldn't give up till I told him everything.

"My head hurts a little and I'm tired but it's not so bad with you here. I would like to hold little Ed in my arms soon though."

"When you've eaten something then you can see him. You do have a common cold and Ed has a weak immune system, so we do have to be careful. I'm not going to stop you from seeing him though."

Not only did he care for me but for my son as well. He didn't know that yet, but I wanted to tell him. I trusted him. The worst thing that could happen is that he hates me and never talks to me again. My heart ached at that thought. If he never spoke to me again I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I depended on him more than I'd realised; more than he knew.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?"

He'd moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside me, both his hands cupping mine. Moving one of his hands to comb through my hair, I realised that I was only wearing a hospital gown and I probably looked a mess.

"Tell me what you're thinking Bella. I want to know sweetheart. I've been waiting all weekend for you to wake up."

Why shouldn't I tell him now? What's stopping me?

"I'm thinking about you."

He laced his fingers with mine and brought the back of my hand to rub against his cheek. He was a lot more forward and confident now.

"What about me?"

Pressing his lips to my knuckles, his other hand cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my cheek bone.

"I trust you. Trust is difficult for me, but I trust you now."

"What changed your mind?"

Closing my eyes, I relished in his touch hoping I would lose it.

"The truck… You not only saved me, but you saved…"

I couldn't finish my sentence. I didn't want to lose him; I couldn't.

"Your brother?"

"No."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. With my eyes closed I took his hand that was cupping my cheek and lay in over my stomach with mine.

"You didn't save my brother because you saved my son."

Whispering the words, I opened my eyes. He was still, frozen next to me. There was no going back now. If he rejected me then I'd let him go but I couldn't lie; it would kill me. I could have let him go easily a week ago, but I wasn't the same person I was a week ago.

His fingers twitched against my hand and he returned to kissing my knuckles. My favourite crooked smile spread across his face.

"You are more amazing than I first thought Isabella Swan. If you don't stop me, I may just kiss you."

"What if I want you to kiss me?"

Cupping his cheek, I led his head down to mine. His lips hovered just an inch away from my parted ones and his sweet breath made my lips tingle. Both his hands held the sides of my face as he brushed his lips over mine. I'd imagined what his lips would feel like against mine and my expectations were nothing in comparison to the real thing.

He pressed his lips more firmly to mine and my hand slowly slid my hand up his cheek. Slipping it into his hair, I tangled my fingers with the soft strands. His lips moulded to mine as he kissed me softly. I deepened the kiss by gently sucking on his bottom lip. In response, he pulled my top lip between his and bit down on it. An embarrassing low moan escaped my throat and I felt him smile against my lips.

"I like you Bella. I like you a lot."

Forehead to forehead, with each word I got another taste of his breath.

"I like you too."

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and his breath caught in his throat. A silence fell over us as he pressed his lips to mine. Smiling as he pulled away, he took my hand in his. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed each of my knuckles. I nestled back into the bed and played with the blanket resting over me.

"Can I see my son now?"

"My father wants you to eat something first. I promise you can see him after that. You need to think about yourself for once Bella. Please. Your son is perfectly safe where he is."

"Will you go to him? Hold him in your arms until I can. Please. I haven't been apart from him for this long. I'll feel happier if you were with him."

He nodded his head and pecked my forehead.

"I'll wait until Carlisle brings in your food."

"Thank you."