Chapter 2 – Go to Sleep

"Edward, I can't sleep."

I heard him sigh. "That's to be expected. You had three cans of Coke today, Bella."

"I couldn't help it."

His fingers went back to stroking through the silkiness of my hair. "What can I do? You want me to sing to you again?"

I rolled over on my side, matching Edward's position, and buried my face into his sweet smelling chest. "Yes, please."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he began humming my familiar, sweet, soothing lullaby. But for the one of the first times, the lullaby didn't immediately send me into a blissful sleep. I tried to tighten my eyes shut even more, but I only felt alert and wide awake.

After a few moments, his hands began rubbing my back in gentle, soothing circles, trying to lull me to sleep. I truly did not deserve Edward.

I tightened my fingers around his soft, cotton shirt, desperate to let the sleep overtake me. It was already late and I had a big presentation at school the next day. As soon as I thought of that, my stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot. I hated presentations.

Edward immediately sensed the tension in my body, and stopped humming. "Bella?"

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?"

I sighed. "Just fine."

"Are you sure? What are you thinking about?"

I smiled into his shoulder – the question never seemed to get old to him. "Just about the presentation in English tomorrow."

His hand slid down my back comfortingly. "You know Shakespeare like the back the hand of your hand, Bella. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Well, I'm going to be a wreck if I don't get any sleep soon," I admitted.

"You're getting cranky, aren't you?"

"I'm not cranky!" I protested, shifting my head so that it was buried into the crook of his neck. The coolness emanating off of him relaxed me a little.

He chuckled. "Sounds like it to me."

I gritted my teeth together, and then realized that he was probably right. But I was just too stubborn. "I'm not cranky."

"Of course you're not," he changed his words, making it soothing. "Now try to sleep, please, Bella."

"I'm trying."

He didn't reply; he only started humming my lullaby again and running the fingers of his right hand through my hair while his other hand went back to rubbing my back.

I loosened up my hold on his shirt, realizing that remaining tense and stressed out probably wasn't doing much to help me get to sleep. I loosened up my eyelids, so that I was no longer holding them tightly shut, and I tried to even out my breathing, helping to relax my entire body.

It might've been another hour until I finally began to drift off into slumber, but Edward's humming or hands didn't loosen up one bit.

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Cool hands were gently shaking me awake. I groaned slightly while my head was lifted up and immediately tried to press it back down onto the soft pillow.

"Bella, time to wake up."

I moaned into the pillow; Edward placed one of his hands on the small of my back. "Love, you're going to be late."

I didn't reply; I was beginning to drift back to sleep again.

He didn't say anything for a few moments, and I was almost back to sleep when his voice interrupted again. "Bella, come on. You can sleep when you get home."

I sighed, feeling guilty that Edward was having to probe me awake. I reluctantly lifted my head off the pillow, and glanced at the beside clock. 6:35. Oh crap, I really was going to be late today.

"Why didn't my alarm go off?" I grumbled, heaving myself up and swinging both legs over the side of the bed.

"It did," Edward sat up also and looked at me with an amused look. "You immediately turned it back off. You reached it before I did."

I laughed at the impossibility of that idea and grabbed my toiletries and paused in the doorway. "Thanks for helping me last night."

"Helping you with what?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Helping me to get to sleep."

He narrowed his eyes at me slightly. "Don't thank me for - "

He stopped mid sentence. I blinked, and he was gone. I searched my room with my eyes frantically, trying to suppress the slight panic that was bubbling inside of me. "Edward?"

"Bella?"

"Dad!"

"What are saying Edward for?" Charlie asked me, suddenly appearing in my doorway and leaning against the frame.

I blushed. "Oh, I was just…calling Edward. He didn't answer. Dad, I'm going to be late, can we talk later?"

He frowned at me but let me pass by him as I hurried off to the bathroom.

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