That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter One-Eleven
BPOV
I woke up the next morning to pounding on the door, and the worst headache known to mankind; It didn´t help that whoever the fuck was pounding felt like they were pounding on my head instead.
Swallowing, I grimaced. My throat felt like I´d been gargling with razorblades. Fan-fucking-tastic! One more goddamn thing to add to this miserable and craptastic day!
Pulling the covers over my head, I figured if I hid that they would just go away.
No such luck!
"What the fuck?"
Uh oh…looks like the sleeping giant has been disturbed from his slumber.
Guess I was not the only one they were pissing off.
Careful, as not to wake me, or so I assumed, Edward disentangled himself for my body, threw on his boxers and went to answer the door. "This goddamn hotel better be on fire," he grumbled just as he yanked the door open.
The rest was a complete blur as I felt myself being swept up in two sets of freakishly strong arms. "Oh, Bella," Rose and Alice sang in unison.
Forgetting all about my state of dress, or undress in this case, I clung to my sisters and wept.
Just when I thought I did not have any more tears to shed, the floodgate bursts open.
Sometime during our cry fest, Edward was ushered from the room to dress down in Em or Jasper´s room. I felt like I was watching a movie as Rose and Alice bathed and dressed me for the day. Too far gone to be bothered with modesty, I just let them have their way with me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of images and random colors. I was nothing more than a walking zombie. The memorial was beautiful, or so I was told by so many people that I lost count. I was shook, squeezed, patted, and pulled so many times that I was sure to have a fear of touch and nightmares for the rest of my life.
I wasn´t a touchy-feely person, but for C.C. and Es, I would do anything.
Lost in a haze of grief, I was shuffled around from one place to the next. I think at some point that someone tried to get me to eat something, but I don´t remember how successful they were. Of course, one thing never changed throughout this horrific experience, and that was Edward´s hand.
From the time we climbed into the limo that morning, until we walked back into our hotel room later on that night...Edward´s hand never let go of mine.
He was my one true constant.
I vaguely remember him shooing Alice out of our room so that we could be alone together. Tomorrow we would be flying back to Chicago, and on Monday morning we would be doing this all over again.
Thankfully, on a much smaller scale, only a few close friends and family members would be present for tomorrow´s blessing of my parent´s graves. Both sets of them!
I didn´t remember Edward undressing me, but I did remember feeling the tear in my heart mend itself when I felt him slip inside me.
This wasn´t Sir and his little girl, this was Edward and Bella using our love for each other to mend our broken hearts. His movements were slow, deep, and unhurried; it was perfect. Pants, moans, grunts and groans were the background music to our little love fest.
And as the heat continued to rise, and the coil in the pit of my belly tightened and I could no longer contain myself. "I love you," I said, bursting into tears. If this ruined what we had so be it, I could not let another day go by without telling Edward how I felt. "God, Edward," I moaned breathlessly, squirming beneath him in search of my release. "I´m so fucking in love with you that it hurts." There, I said it, leaving no room for confusion.
Life´s too short, unfortunately, I had to find that out the hard way.
All movement ceased, and my words, my declaration hung heavy in the air.
I held my breath, fearful of the outcome.
"What?" Edward pulled back and regarded me with dark, hooded, and serious eyes. "Isabella, what did you say?"
Immediately, my eyes filled with tears. I cursed myself for not being a woman and letting my little girl hormones and insecurities get the better of me.
Swallowing thickly, I decided to power through and pull my big girl panties back on. "I said," clearing the last of the nervousness out of my voice, I looked him directly in the eye, "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, I´m in love with you." Surprisingly, I felt him before I heard him.
If it was possible for Edward to get any harder inside of me, he did.
"Fuck, Isabella," Edward rasped, crashing his lips to mine and devouring me completely. Gasping for air, he looked me in the eyes, and said, "I love you too, Izzy! More than fucking life itself!"
Nothing else was said, well not in the form of words as Edward picked up the pace and showed me just how much he loved me.
Over and over!
Deeper!
And harder!
And faster than he ever had before!
Eventually, we both came in a mass of tears, screaming declarations of love.
Damn...now, I was really going to miss Forks!
Well, they said it! And I don´t know about you, but I think it was perfect for them! Sorry for not updating, I had Twilight on the brain! I promise to make it up to you tomorrow!
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