Chapter 4
What next?
A week had passed with more and more questions from Alice about the wedding, more and more nagging from Edward to tell the family AKA Charlie and any other relatives I might be keeping from him, and more thoughts racing around in my own mind about that dream I had.
"Bella, darling," Edward said smiling down at me, as he brushed his cool fingers against my cheek, "time to get up. The moon is smiling at you. Time to smile back."
The seat in his car was lying almost flat. I hoisted myself up onto my elbows and beckoned Edward down for a kiss. He accepted the gesture gracefully. He pulled away much to quickly by my standards. The puppy dog eyes might work nicely in this situation. I pushed out my bottom lip, and widened my eyes. He laughed. He leaned over and continued the kiss, smiling the whole time. He finally broke it. I was still unsatisfied, but the only way I would be entirely happy would be if the kiss had remained in contact forever.
"Charlie is thinking about you. I suggest we break up our little fiesta, and I'll walk you in." Edward was so gentlemanly. At the speed of light –and I mean this literally- Edward had opened the car door for me, took me by the hand, just as Jack Dawson had done for Rose in Titanic, in one of my more favorite scenes. Edward impetuously took my hands, placed one on his shoulder, the other in his hand, and he placed his remaining hand on my waist. We danced the waltz all the way to the door.
"I thought you said you would walk me in," I said defiantly, "That was definitely no walk."
"Madam," Edward spoke, "that is but the finest dance. Do you wish to do the meringue, a square dance, the chicken dance perhaps?"
"I won't take any of those, but I'll have this." I pointed at his chest.
"That one it is. Would you like it gift wrapped?" Edward always made me laugh.
He kissed me once on top of my head, and strolled in through the door, to see a great surprise. Music blaring, and Charlie dancing… this was improbable, and completely embarrassing. But he wasn't the only one there. Billy was rolling around in his wheel chair, head banging.
"My goodness" I backed up, until I had bumped into Edward's chest. He wasn't there for long because he joined in with the two of them, dancing violently. Once I calmed down from the shock, I realized Billy was here. Where was Jacob? And why was Billy allowed on this side of the vampire's territory? Edward stopped abruptly, and sniffed the air.
Oh god, Jacob. I thought this silently, as I watched Edward. Edward bounded up the stairs, at human-esq. speeds. I followed him. I thought I might have been in danger again. What with the Vultori and whatnot.
He slammed open my bedroom door to see Jake, back to the door, looking through my books on the shelf. He was shirtless, as always, to what I couldn't help but gaze at, his perfect back structure, and his hipbones sticking out of his low-rise jeans. Edward gave a low snarl. This was my time to intervene. I maneuvered myself in the space between the doorframe and Edward. I locked my hands around Edward's back so that my chest was sticking out much farther than it usually did because of the curvature of my back. Jake slowly turned.
"Bella," Jake said jokingly," I must get you new reading material. He held up Wuthering Heights. He looked up to see me, and my prominent chest holding Edward back, whose face was twisted in anger, and frustration. "Edward, nice to see you," Jake said mockingly of Edward's politeness, even though I'm almost positive Edward scared the crap out of him. Jake was a good keeper of secrets. Jake even gave a quick bow.
Edward's stomach muscles tightened, as he stood up straighter. This made my chest stick out even farther, and my hands slip from their grasp. I retained my grasp on my other hand, while Edward was very content with my restraining him, but not so much with Jake's presence. I could still hear the dance partay going on down stairs, which made the atmosphere a bit less dark.
"Jake, you're on our territory. I could kill you now, unless you give me an explanation. As much as I'm apposed to seeing my Bella upset, I can't break our treaty," Edward said sternly.
Jacob crossed the room, one foot in front of the other, muscles glistening. I couldn't get the dream out of my head. All I knew was that Edward was stroking the top of my head, and I was happy. But Jacob was making me nervous.
