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Unbelief covered every inch of the house and its occupants. Elizabeth's face was bewildered as if she couldn't believe she'd just said that. I wasn't quite sure she'd said anything myself and that maybe my insecurities were just ganging up on me.
Edward's face looked especially confused he shakes his head and looks at his mother. "I'm sorry Mum I must have misheard you. Would you mind repeating that for me." He smiles his crooked grin as if willing what his mother said to be a figment of his imagination.
"No." She starts quietly. She looks at us with hardened eyes "Not until I'm absolutely positive that she's the right one for you Edward." She looks at him only and her eyes grow pleading "I'm not opposing to her exactly but I'm not giving my consent yet." The shock in the room brought with it another wave of silence.
Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and suddenly pulls me into his arms. He locks me in his arms and dips me towards the grown. His warm lips cover mine. The kiss was sweet and if his mother hadn't just told me that she opposed me then I would have thought they were going to let us get married without a hitch. We're back on our feet his arms still around me. "If all I have to do is show you she's perfect for me then you better keep your eyes open Mum I wouldn't want you to miss anything important." He kisses me sweetly and smiles at me. "Your planning on staying at your parents house tonight right love?"
I nod speechless he rests his forehead against mine and smiles at me "I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight without you next to me." I smile at him and rub my nose against his in an Eskimo kiss.
"I know exactly what you mean Edward." Sighing we break apart and I let my parents shuffle me out of the Cullen's house. Once we're in the car Renee is ranting and raving against what Elizabeth had said.
"Who does she think she is." Renee huffed from the front of the seat, "As if my baby isn't good enough for her son. Bella could make anybody happy. Who wouldn't want to marry her. Remember when she was little and all the little boys asked her to marry her at kindergarten?" she asked Charlie while sounding sad and reminiscent.
Charlie grumbled a response and pulled up into our driveway. We all went off to bed after my mother continued to tell me how amazing I was and how that Elizabeth woman would never realize how amazing I was if I never married her son. Lying in the dark on the bed I hadn't been in for years I realized how odd it was to not have Edward next to me. Edward and I had been living together for a couple of months before he asked me to marry him. We slept in the same bed and shared the bathroom. It was comfortable and cozy and just what I needed. The bed felt empty the room was dark and more menacing than most shadowed rooms are. Rolling over again I sigh and readjust the blankets. I lay my arm over my eyes. The phone on my nightstand starts ringing a familiar soothing rendition of Clair De Lune flows and I know there is only one person who has that ring tone.
"Edward." My voice sounds breathless and anxious even though I was trying to hide it. Sometimes Edward could be completely unreasonable at times.
"Hello Love." his voice smooths over a little as he continues. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind opening your window for me." Carefully I untangle myself from the sheets and move over to my window. Opening it as quietly as I could I look out into the dark.
"Edward." I call quietly and the sweet sound of his chuckle reaches my ears. Looking around I find him hidden in the boughs of the tree. He grins at my wide-eyed expression.
"I couldn't sleep without you so I decided to sneak over here and sleep with you and just go back over in the morning." He swings gracefully into my window and hugs me to his frame. His skin was cool and slightly wet from the rain outside. Leaning forward he kisses me and then pulls back and grins.
I hit him on the chest with the flat of my palm "Edward Masen what where you thinking climbing up the tree and swinging into my bedroom. You could have fallen and died." I scowled at him and he grins at me.
"Your so cute when you worry." He brushes some hair from my face and smiles his crooked grin at me. "If it makes you feel better I'll use the front door for the rest of the time." He leads me over to my bed and lays down on it his arms open waiting for me to curl up next to him. Curling into his body the shadows that had been creeping recede and the loneliness and insomnia escapes me. He sighs into my hair and his arms tighten "Goodnight love see you in the morning." Drifting to sleep was like the rocking of a ship on the waves "I love you." he mumbled into my hair and my reply was a whispered one on the edge of sleep.
The next morning I woke up to butterfly kisses and my hair being stroked back from my face. My eyes flutter open only to meet a pair of emerald ones staring lovingly into my own. He kisses me once then whispers quietly, "Let's go to the Cullen's house and cook breakfast. We'll leave a note for your parents on the table to come and join us when they wake up and we'll surprise everyone with some delicious food."
Nodding in agreement we start to move quietly around him following me to make sure I didn't trip and wake anybody up. I put rain boots on because Edward believed that my feet would get wet and then I'd get sick. Though I found it impossible for my feet to get wet since he piggybacked me the entire time to his car, which he'd parked far away so if Charlie or Renee woke up early they wouldn't see his car outside and wonder about what was going on.
The ride was a quick one with Edward's need for speed. His hand didn't let go of mine except for when he came around to open the door and to carry me into Carlisle and Esme's house. He took my boots off of my feet while I still clung to his back and dropped them as quietly as he could into the other pile of shoes that were sitting by the front door. He insists on carrying me into the kitchen and then even then he sets me on the island and tells me not to move while he gets everything ready for me. I let him do it just to humor him. When we first started going out I'd made a little protest, ok a big protest against him doing everything for me. He'd apologized and told me that he would let me do it from then on. I'd made a fool of myself and ended up not being able to reach the flour then getting on the counter and spilling most of it on myself. He'd never let me get the ingredients again and I never argued again.
I kick my feet back and forth and stare at them feeling the drain of not getting a lot of sleep pull at me. What seems like hours later, when I'm sure it was only minutes, Edward stood between my legs holding my knees still with one hand on each knee cap. He releases one and tips my face up towards him. He smiles at me understanding without me even having to say a word how tired I was. "Let's make breakfast really quickly then we'll put it in the oven to keep it warm and go sleep in the guest room." His suggestion sounds like heaven. I smile at him and lean in to peck him on the lips before making a motion that I was going to slide off the island. It was time to start breakfast. He catches me around the waste and lifts me down onto my socked feet carefully. He spins us around his arms still around my waist. He leads me to the counter where all the ingredients for cinnamon rolls sit.
"Cinnamon rolls?" I asks tiredly.
"That way we can nap while the dough is rising and that gives everyone a chance to wake up and get ready before breakfast." He smiles at me and gently cups my cheek in his hand. "That's ok with you isn't it?"
I smile at him "It's perfect." Just like him. We move in sync and start to make the dough.
We work quietly with each other not needing to break the silence because it was uncomfortable. No it was a comfortable silence. Like a Sunday morning breakfast except not on Sunday. He covers the dough with a dishcloth and looks at me. "Bella I just want to tell you that my parents don't hate you."
Sighing I grab the bowl and put it in the fridge "Your father didn't seem to hate me. Your mother on the other hand seemed to want to rip me away from you."
He hugs me to him, "Bella you heard what she said. She wants to make sure your perfect for me. She'll approve of you in no time at all I'm sure."
"What if she doesn't approve of me?" This had been one of my big worries, " Will we break up and go our separate ways and get married to other people pretending we aren't in love?"
He smiles his crooked grin at me and looks into my eyes. His green eyes were sincere and when he brushes a bit of flour off my cheek I know whatever he plans on saying is the truth. " If she doesn't approve of you then we'll go to Vegas and elope." He leans his forehead against my own and in his velvet voice adds, "Then we'll make sure we don't visit them for the Holidays." I can't help but laugh at what he says. His reassurance that he wouldn't leave me put my mind to rest. That he was willing to give up going to spend the Holidays with his parents for me made me realize how much I was willing to give up for him in return. With his reassurance fresh in my mind and the words of love he'd told me we head towards the guest room he was stationed in to get some more sleep. When we woke up next more people would be up and our chance of it being like it was at our apartment would have passed. I was not looking forward to waking up again.