Reflections

Bella's POV

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and he whispered in my ear. "Come upstairs with me Bella."

I simply nodded, suddenly feeling a little tired from the afternoon.

He pulled away from me and took my hand leading me up the stairs and into my room. I sat down on the bed and pulled the quilt over myself. Edward sat next to me, so I leaned my head against his shoulder.

We sat in silence for a while, which gave me a chance to think over the afternoon's events. In a million years I never would have expected Renee to drive all the way here, yet I was glad she had. This week had been stressful for all of us, even the Cullens. I had recently realized that they truly meant me no harm, and that they were even willing to put themselves in harms way for my sake.

Well, except for Rosalie that is. What a strange girl she was. I could see that she was kind, friendly and loving to her family, but she hated me so much. I could see good qualities in her, yet she wasn't the least bit friendly with me. She was never outright mean to me, except for the occasional sneer; she just acted like I never existed. Emmett was a real sweet heart and he was like the big brother I never had, which probably just infuriated Rosalie more.

Alice and Jasper were wonderful. Jasper was quiet and reserved. Edward warned me that Jasper was still learning to control his blood lust. Yet Jasper was very kind and intelligent. He was obviously head over heals in love with Alice and he treated her like gold. Alice was great, minus the shopping trips. She was my best friend.

Carlisle and Esme have been amazing. They've done everything they can to make me feel at home. Carlisle wasn't even upset when I told him that I would actually prefer putting off college until I felt more certain about my future.

And then there was Edward. Edward, currently sitting next to me in peaceful silence, his arm wrapped around me comfortingly. What were my feelings for Edward? I still wasn't sure. I had dreams about him that made me blush and that had awoken physical sensations that were new to me. I also had nightmares about him, nightmares that often left me cold and afraid. Only his presence chased away the awful feelings caused by the nightmares. It occurred to me that it might be his presence that caused the nightmares in the first place.

"Bella, love," Edward looked down at me, breaking into my thoughts, "your mom doesn't believe any of it."

I sighed. "I know, but she'll be ok. As long as I am safe and happy she'll be fine."

Edward's voice was quiet. "Yes. That is true."

"Besides, my mom is busy with Phil, her boyfriend. He'll keep her happy."

"The baseball player?"

"Yes. You saw him in her thoughts?" I pulled the quilt over Edward as well, tucking him in with me.

"Yes. She loves him." Edward's hand lazily caressed my arm.

"Good."

"Take a nap Bella. You seem tired."

I just nodded my head and closed my eyes. My head still rested on Edward's shoulder, and his hand went from my arm to my hair. He started to gently caress my hair, running his hands through it. It felt nice.

Sleep claimed me.