"Edward kiss me"

I saw the words fall from her lips, entrapping me with their delicate fullness. However, I knew my exploration of her beautiful body was about all I could handle. Besides, she was drunk, and she needed to sleep it off.

"Two days Bella, and then I'm all yours." I picked her up gently and she moaned in protest.

"Edward," she began, but I think the alcohol was finally getting to her, and her voice trailed off incoherently. I walked over to my bed and gently lay her down on the pillow. She was drifting, and I couldn't help but admire how lovely she looked against the soft glow of the light coming through the window.

I walked quickly to my dresser to grab one of my shirts for her to wear. I turned back around; her eyes were open, looking at me.

"Can you sit up Bella? I have a night shirt for you," I said gently, rubbing my hands across her cheek.

She nodded her head shakily and I watched as she tried to push her body off of the mattress. I immediately assisted her when she began to tumble backwards.

"Oh, come here little drunk fiancée," I said jokingly, although she was dozing off and probably wasn't coherent enough to interpret anything I was saying. I slung the shirt over my shoulder and hopped on the bed to lean against the headboard. I pulled her softly onto my lap in a straddle position.

"Hands up," I called.

I waited until she raised her arms just enough so I could slip my shirt on her. Once that was done, I kissed the tip of her nose and she stared back at me.

"Edward Cullen," she said, so softly.

"Yes my Bella," I said just as soft, noting that all my previous anger with her was washed away, well, at least for now.

"I…I love you. Hold me."

I shut my eyes, and I pulled her as close as I could to my body without harming her. She still straddled me, resting her cheek against my shoulder, her arms around my waist.

"I love you too Bella, so much." I kept whispering it in her ear long after I heard her steady breathing. Being with Bella like this gave me some semblance of silence. Since I couldn't read her thoughts, her heartbeat and breathing were the only things I could hear. Things I could listen to forever. Things I would miss when they were gone.

I knew I only had two more days left of it. So I closed my eyes and buried my face into her neck, breathing in her scent and memorizing the beat of her heart.

I did not want to move, that much was for certain. But I knew Bella would need some water and medicine when she woke up in the morning.

And she was certainly due for some heavy explanations.

xXx

I had never seen Bella sleep so soundly. I had to admit I was a little disappointed, for it was the first night in a very long time that she hadn't spoken my name. I didn't think it would affect me as much as it was, but after last's night's events, I didn't like the coincidence.

Around 4 a.m, after accepting the fact that Bella was not going to talk, I slipped into Alice's room to have it out with her. After some heavy pleading and bribing, I forgave her. Well, after seeing the entire night in her mind and realizing Bella hadn't done anything wrong, only then, did I forgive her.

At noon exactly, I heard a high pitched grunt. I couldn't help but be amused, but I had to admit, I was a little worried about the hangover that I knew she would have. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable, although it might be good for her to learn a lesson from all this.

Her eyes blinked open slowly and she suddenly threw her arm over her face. "So brightttt," she whined and buried herself under my pillow. I chuckled walking over to the window to shut the blinds. I slipped right back into bed next to her and called in a small voice as if I was talking to a child.

"Bellaa, time to wake up now."

I got no response, but I could tell by her breathing that she was awake. After a few seconds she asked, "Did you turn off the sun?"

"Yes."

She emerged from underneath the pillow and sat up looking adorably rumpled. Her hair was covering half of her face, and my t-shirt was hanging off one shoulder. After adjusting to the room, her face scrunched up and she flopped back on the bed.

"Oh god," she paused to swallow. "I think I'm dying."

"You're hung-over Bella; you had quite a lot to drink last night."

I looked at her incredulously as she stared at me vacantly.

"Don't tell me you don't remember Bella," I said with an edge to my voice.

She stared at my blankly for a moment. Then her eyes widened her eyes locked with mine. She seemed to keep remembering different things because her eyes kept getting wider. I knew it was coming.

Suddenly she gasped and quickly stiffened. Her hand flew to her mouth, barely covering the embarrassing flush that was rapidly spreading across her cheeks. She tore her gaze away from mine and buried herself back underneath the pillow.

I grabbed it, and I saw her hands reach up and grasp it tightly, holding on for dear life. We both knew that would not stop me. I tore it away from her straining hands, which then hastily moved to cover her face.

"Here Bella, have some water."

Her hands loosened a bit and she opened two fingers to peer at me. Upon seeing that my expression wasn't angry, she sat up and reached for the water.

I handed her the glass wordlessly, both watching each other throughout the exchange. I gave her two Advil's, and sat back as she finished the entire glass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out.

I took the empty glass and set it on the night stand. No one spoke, and the silence became increasingly awkward.

"Good morning Edward," she croaked, hesitantly reaching out to me. I could tell by her face that she was testing my mood.

I pulled her into my lap. "Good morning, Bella." She hugged me tighter, assuming that I was not angry.

"So," I started. I couldn't help myself really. "Mark and David, huh?"