This is kinda a lot of fluff, I think. Okay not a lot but it's certainly fluffy.

Don't own.

Ch. 15: Too Good to be True

I slept at Edward's that night, after Carlisle had given me a fairly strong painkiller that basically knocked me out.

Edward called my mother, I think, because she didn't call, frantic, in the middle of the night to see where I was.

I wasn't really sure of anything that happened after Carlisle took a look at my hand, fixed whatever was wrong with it, then gave me the pill.

For all I know, it could have been crack, but I didn't care. My hand hurt from what he did to reset it.

I woke early the next morning, to the smell of coffee brewing, and found I was still on the couch, where I'd passed out the night before.

Huh. I was in some of Edward's pajamas, but didn't remember changing.

Wait…wait, yes, yes I had changed, right before I lost consciousness.

I yawned, seeing it was seven thirty by the clock on the television.

Firstly, why the hell was I up at seven thirty on a Saturday, and secondly, why the hell was Edward up and brewing coffee on a Saturday?

I stood, and heard sizzling in the kitchen.

No way. Edward was cooking?

This I had to see.

I stealthily made my way to the stool at the counter, and perched myself there, watching him.

He was, indeed, cooking. I smelled bacon, and pancakes and…ah, scrambled eggs.

"Mmm…Smells good." I said, resting my head on my good arm on the counter, watching him. He turned, surprised, and his whole face lit up upon seeing me.

My God, his smile was breathtaking.

"You're up early." He said, still smiling as he flipped a pancake, then another. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

"Oops." I said, feigning guilt. "Well…if that's the case, I wouldn't mind going back to bed for a few more minutes…" I yawned.

I was tired.

Last night's mishaps had taken a toll on my body, and it was demanding more sleep.

"No need. It's ready now." He said, scooping the eggs onto a plate, followed by two pancakes and two bacon strips. "Go sit down in there, I'll be right in."

I obeyed, shaking my head and smiling at him.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really found a guy who made me breakfast in bed?

Wow.

That didn't even happen in the movies.

"Breakfast is served." He said, placing the plate and a coffee mug in front of me, and kissing my cheek in one fluid motion.

"You didn't have to." I said, unable to keep from staring into his beautiful green eyes.

God, I could really get lost in them.

"I wanted to." He smiled, and kissed the side of my forehead, by my temple. "Now eat up."

I obliged, because I was hungry and because it smelled so good. Even if I were full, I probably would have eaten it just because it smelled so good.

Wow. It wasn't half bad.

I was expecting it to be awful, with Edward's cooking skills. I mean, the man did have a whole freezer full of TV dinners.

"Are you having any?" I asked, halfway through my plate, realizing he wasn't eating.

"I tested the first batch to make sure they were edible." He said, causing me to chuckle.

He was cute.

I was growing to like him more and more every day.

"How's your hand?" I asked as I finished, remembering his knuckles had been swollen the previous night.

I grabbed his hand before he could answer, and saw a little bruising, but nothing serious.

How was it that I managed to shatter my hand while punching Jacob in the face, and he had little more than a bruise?

Not fair.

"I love how you were the one who was attacked, and you're worried about me." he shook his head at me and cupped my face in his hands, leaning in for a quick kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well…I'd like you to kiss me again…" I said with a smile, in response to his rhetorical, completely unrelated question.

He smiled also, and planted a soft kiss on my lips, lasting only a second.

Tease.

"How are you?" he asked, toying with a lock of my hair. His eyes were suddenly impassive. "Last night, and your hand…"

"Better." I said, sighing. I didn't try to move my hand…it was newly sore, and I'd just hurt myself more.

And last night…

I shuddered at the thought, my good hand going to my neck where he'd drooled on it, then down my torso, where he'd grabbed and touched, roughly.

I still felt dirty.

And I really think he might have left a mark on my neck. It was tender in a few spots…

I'd been spacing out, lost in my thoughts, and was startled by two arms going around me and pulling me into an embrace.

I smiled, as Edward kissed my cheek, pulling me to sitting in his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, facing me.

I liked this.

I liked this a lot.

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as my good hand entwined with his. I could stay like this forever.

Had it really only been a week?

It had…this was Saturday.

Wow. So much had happened, in such short time.

I think I was starting to like him more than the word "like" covers. I don't think it was love, though.

It couldn't be, it was way too soon! Right?

…right?

Ah, I don't know. All I know is he's amazing, and I wouldn't mind staying like this forever.

I looked at our hands laced together, his beautiful hand and dexterous fingers around my nubs. Okay, my fingers weren't that stubby, but they certainly weren't as delicate and dainty and beautiful as his. My fingers were long, but my hands were bony.

More…skeletal.

It was gross.

And his were beautiful.

Two completely different things, fitting perfectly together.

Like the two of us. I was eccentric, I knew, and quick to anger, and slightly insane…and he was beautiful, and calm, and level-headed when not in the office.

Okay, so the both of us were quick to anger, but even opposites had to have something in common…

"Do you play the piano?" I asked randomly, saying the first question that came to my mind.

"I haven't in a while, but yes." His voice was like velvet, as I sat up a bit to look at him, study his beautiful face.

"I just realized that I don't really know much about you." I said simply, staring into his beautiful green eyes. He had a look in them, one that both frightened me and excited me. It was a Look.

"Is that a problem?" He asked, his voice amused.

"Not really. Just an observation." I shrugged. "It's just strange for me, because I'm so comfortable with you and I don't know anything about you. I know you went to Yale, but what did you major in? Where did you work before the paper? What do you do for fun? You know, stuff like that."

"It's not very interesting, I'm afraid." He said, releasing my hand to bring it to my cheek.

"I'm interested." I told him, unable to keep from falling into his eyes. They were just so amazing…

"Alright. Ask me anything."

I lost my train of thought as he leaned in close to my ear to whisper this last part, before kissing right before my ear on my jaw.

His lips were soft and careful—everything Jacob's weren't.

I felt a chill shoot down my spine, and knew that under the long sleeved tee I had gooseflesh.

"Hey…not fair…" I mumbled, as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "I can't think straight when you do that."

He let out a soft chuckle against my neck, as he'd been making his way slowly down.

I was going to say something else, but his lips left my neck and captured my lips.

As if my heart hadn't been on overdrive already, now it was threatening to break through my ribcage.

This was a less cutesy kiss, more passionate, more…adult, I should say, because we'd been keeping it chaste, like a couple of teenagers.

But it wasn't forceful. He was gentle and passionate at the same time, and I hardly remembered to breathe as his lips met mine again, and again, less and less reserved each time.

I thought my heart was going to explode as I returned his advances the best I could. I was certain I'd go into shock any second now…

God, he was an amazing kisser!

Not too forceful, with just the right amount of tongue…

Oh my God did I really just think that!

He began slowing down again, and drew away smirking as I gasped for air, realizing just now that my good hand was at his shoulder.

"You expect me to think after that?" I exclaimed, breathless. He chuckled, and kissed my cheek.

"I was in Yale's seven year medical program." He said, remembering my questions better than I could. "It's supposed to be eight, but they cut it down to seven and the seventh year was interning anyway."

"So you're a doctor?"

"Kind of. I'm in between jobs, I was supposed to work for the hospital downtown."

"Why don't you?"

"Management problems." He sighed.

"What happened?" I knew he probably didn't want to talk about it, but I couldn't help but ask.

"My supervisor liked me and got me fired when I wouldn't date her." He said, his tone dark. "I was waiting for the paperwork to go through at Carlisle's hospital, so I could work there, instead. It takes them so long, because they have to do a background check, and get your transcripts from school, and all that nonsense. Then he bought me the paper."

"Once the paperwork's through, are you going to work there and leave the paper?" I asked, a little saddened that I wouldn't see him every day.

"That was my plan, but now I'm not so sure. I never really liked medicine, I was just good at it." He smiled. "The chaos at that little paper of yours grows on you, after a while."

"Well, if that ends up being your choice, we'll be happy to keep you." I smiled.

"What am I, a lost puppy?" he laughed.

"You said it, not me." I replied, chuckling a little myself. "But you play piano? Play something for me, I wanna hear you."

His piano was on the second floor that he owned of that building, and there was a door I'd never noticed that pulled down from the ceiling in his bedroom. The main door was outside and a floor up, but it was easier to get to through here.

"I use this room mostly for storage." He said, helping me up as I followed him up the pull down ladder.

I could definitely see that.

He opened the shades to the two windows and let light in, and I could see the dust in the air.

Everything was coated with dust. It was like an attic.

I sneezed as he opened the key cover and brushed off the bench.

"What is all this stuff?" I asked, seeing furniture and a bookshelf…several bookshelves, a regular library, really, and a globe…all old things that were discarded.

"I bought back a lot of my parents' things when I moved in with Carlisle." He said, checking the piano's tuning. "I never really went through it…I just bought it to have it, I guess."

I nodded, standing behind him as he was still checking keys, and embraced him from behind.

He smiled and looked up at me, the sunlight from the window making his eyes sparkle. I moved to sitting next to him, as he began to play.

I was stunned with what flowed from his fingertips.

Pure gold.

The melody was unfamiliar to me, but breathtaking.

I listened in awe as he positively fell into the music, his beautiful hands flowing over the keys like they were created to do. He closed his eyes, playing the tune from memory, each measure as beautiful as the last.

I was still shocked when he finished, and it took a moment for me to realize his eyes were staring at mine.

I really must be dreaming, for I was certainly falling for an angel.

"That was…" I breathed, unable to string together the words to form a coherent thought.

"I'm glad you like it." He chuckled, taking my good hand in his and kissing it.

"That was beautiful." I finished, recovering a little. "Where did you find that?"

"I wrote it." He shrugged, lightly caressing my cheek before entwining his fingers in my hair.

"You wrote that?!" I gaped, as he smirked at my reaction.

"It's yet unfinished." He said, leading me toward the stair after he'd shut the piano. I couldn't believe it.

He was probably the most talented person I knew.

And I was lucky enough to be dating him.

Score one for Bella, the rest of the world, nothing!

A little while later we were headed to my mother's so I could shower and change before we met with Edward's lawyer.

Needless to say, easier said than done.

As soon as we opened the door probably a billion shutters went off as the paparazzi swarmed us.

Ah, what the hell.

Edward grabbed my hand and held me fast behind him as he pushed through them, not being careful, either. His mouth was set in a thin line, and his face was impassive.

Apparently, he'd had a lot of practice with this.

"Just one moment—"

"Why did you attack him?"

"What was the fight over?"

"Is it true she's your employee?"

Oh God.

This was a mess.

And Jacob was to blame.

…he just didn't learn, did he?

So much for the trouble being over…

Sorry it took so long to update…I had a lot of stuff due this week for school BLAH and hopefully I'll get to update more this weekend. Review, my lovelies :-)