A/N: So, I am continuing this story by popular vote. I'm not going to force you guys to review, although it helps tons and keeps the story going. I'm completely open to ideas. This will probably turn into a Breaking Dawn story. Fair warning.
"Someone Carlisle knows." I stated. He glared at me subtly.
"How does that help me?" I shrugged and lay back on the bed, folding my arms under my head. Suddenly, Edward was right beside me.
"I'm not going to tell you, you know. It's Carlisle's history." I argued with him.
"Then is it alright that I speak to him?" I shrugged once more. I really didn't control him, or his actions – although I would love to.
All too soon, Edward was gone and Alice came prancing in through the open door. I sat up while groaning. Her skipping in and holding the pale pink binder meant one thing.
Wedding plans.
I wasn't that objected to matrimony anymore, not really. I would become Edward's wife, and that sent my heart flying alone. No one could take him, and – for his unnecessary fear – no one could claim me. I saw the light in his eyes every time I said fiancée or marriage. Of course, my love always tried to hide that light, and act indifferent. It didn't work, to say the least.
"Bel-luh," Alice stressed my name and hopped onto the bed, all while opening the binder. "I need to know what kind of cake you want, like the design. I can't pick that out by myself, so tomorrow you, Edward, and myself will go over to the bakery. The one in Seattle." Great. I actually had to go somewhere with the crutches. But I could suffer; it was cake!
I nodded, and Alice asked a question unrelated to holy matrimony.
"Who is Lylia? I see someone like you talking with Carlisle sometime soon." That was new, but I repeated to her what I said to Edward.
"I'm not going to tell you, you know. It's Carlisle's history." Her bright gold eyes widened. I don't think she was accustomed to myself surprising her.
"Okay. You might want to take some pills for your foot, by the way. It's going to start hurting badly in twenty minutes."
"Thanks, Alice." She jumped up, furiously scribbling down something as Edward came in carrying pills and a glass of water. I took them gratefully and swallowed them as he closed the door. He then took the glass from me and set it down on the bedside table.
"So, what did Carlisle tell you?" I asked, truly curious. Edward's brow furrowed as he replied.
"Nothing. He said it was between yourself and him. It's frustrating." I giggled and placed my hand on his cheek.
"It's nothing of importance, really, Edward. Just something he remembered. Don't fret if he calls me Lylia." He still didn't look calmed. I slid backward on his bed and rested my head on the pillows. He followed me and wrapped his arms around me. I decided to change the subject.
"So how was hunting? Did you catch a mountain lion for me?" I laughed with him.
"I caught two, m'dear. And I must say, they put up a fight." He said with an accent. I grinned; he seemed to forget the 'troubling puzzle' Lylia presented.
"Well, I'm glad you had fun. And one day I'll be able to experience the feeling." The last part I whispered, but Edward heard me. His eyed saddened a bit, and my mood followed.
"I thought we discussed this. Does me becoming one of you still trouble you?" Before he could mention it, I threw in, "And I am not going to regret it, Edward." He sighed and thought for a minute.
"I… I don't think you should give up your family for me." He murmured as the moon came out from behind the clouds. Was it really dark already?
"You're my family, the Cullens." Then I remembered something about me, something he probably forgot.
"Do you remember when I first met you, and when I knew what you were, I said it didn't matter to me?" He nodded his head, wary. "I said I didn't relate well to people – humans. Not Eric, Angela, or even my own mom. But with you all… don't you see how well I get along with you family? Heck, I don't even consider your family a coven." Edward's topaz eyes bore into mine, and I let him see the honesty in them.
"You have a point. I don't think I've heard you ever refer to us as a coven, at all." I faintly smiled and yawned.
"The human is tired, you should sleep." He suggested, and I snuggled into his chest. I had no objection to resting. I yawned once more as consciousness left me.
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Sunlight streamed in through the window-wall, and I opened my eyes to find Edward resting, too, eyes closed. I beamed and shook his shoulder lightly.
"Wakie-wakie sleepy head." He chuckled and gave me a swift peck on the lips.
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" I shook my head, that goofy grin still stuck on my face. A soft knock on the door was heard, and Edward called out,
"Come in, Alice."
The little pixie filed in, the binder in one hand, my crutches in the other. I groaned and covered my head with a pillow. Hopefully she wouldn't object to normal clothes today. I didn't feel like being a Barbie at the moment.
"Oh, Bella." She disappeared for a split second and came back with clothes in her hand. "I gave you some shorts and a shirt. No need to dress up today, at least that's what your fiancée convinced me of." A snarl rang through the room, directly at the now-sitting Edward. His response was a quick smile in my direction.
"Thank you, Alice." She placed them in the bathroom, and I hobbled over with my crutches to change.
The clothes were simple knee-length khakis and a deep purple shirt with a floral design. They were comfortable and simple – my style. I promptly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I put my hair up in a bun with one strand hanging down by the side of my face. Nothing fancy.
I opened the door to find Edward dressed in khakis and a green shirt. I smiled as an extremely random thought popped into my head.
"What?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. I came out and stood in front of him.
"Mardi Gras." Alice, who was standing with him, burst out laughing. The colors green, purple, and gold – which Alice happened to be wearing – reminded me of the holiday.
He chuckled with us and picked me up, running down the stairs. I saw that Emmett's Xbox was under the T.V, instead of sticking out like it was when I tripped.
Speaking of Emmett, he was with Jasper, wrestling in the open area just beyond the kitchen. Friendly growls were heard, but when Edward set me down, Emmett stopped and walked over to me.
"Esme said I should apologize, so: I'm sorry, Bella." I giggled and patted his shoulder – it was the highest I could reach without standing on my toes.
"You're forgiven, Em." He grinned widely as his dimples showed and hugged me.
"Thanks!" And in less than five seconds, he was off with my other brother, wrestling, but this time in the backyard.
Edward, who was standing beside me, picked me up again and carried me to the Volvo he loved so dearly.