When I woke the next morning Edward was not near me. That was very strange. Even before we were together he would watch me sleep. So after what happened with us last night... Why would he not be in the same room as me?
I slowly sat up and realized my body was much more stiff than usual. And why were there shadows covering my arms? I didn't have these bruises before. I'm sure of that.
"Edward," I called softly. My voice sounds so raspy. What's going on?
"Edward, where are you?" I called again. Still, there was no response.
I sat up fully and started to move to the door when I realized I was wearing unfirmilar clothes. I would never wear these designer clothes. Ever.
"Where did these come from?" I mumbled to myself.
Right then the door swung open and I was expecting to see Edward, but instead I received Alice.
"My closet of course." she answered brightly. Of course they came from her.
"But why? Where's Edward?" I asked.
"Beacause you needed a serious improvement in your fashion. Well more so you just needed clothes for some reason, but mostly the first reason. And Edward well... He seemed a little upset over... Well I'm sure you can guess, so he went out. He said he'd be back by three."
Confusion crossed my face. What is there for him to be upset about? Oh no, he's probably mad about how I convinced him to make love to me while I was still human. He wanted to wait... Major oops.
But was it even that bad? I didn't think so. But mabye it's different for vampires than humans.
"Wait, three? What time is it?" I asked beyond confused.
"Almost three. He should be here any minute. I'll let you know when he comes in." she said in her normal, bell like voice.
"Thanks, Alice." I mumbled with no emotion.
"Anytime Bella!" she said enthusiastically as she skipped out of Edward's room.
I sighed softly and walked back to Edward's bed to wait for him. I can't believe he'd actually be upset over what we did last night. I feel terrible.
I only had mabye a minute to beat myself up before an upset Edward entered the room. He didn't say a word, he just very quickly moved to lay beside me and pulled me into the circle of his arms. He held on to me for dear life and it was clearly evident that something was bothering him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Why did you leave?"
He sighed and then pulled my face up so he could look into my eyes. His own looked disappointed, and worried.
"Are you alright, Bella? I'm so sorry." he said shaking his head.
"What? Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be? Why are you sorry?"
He sighed another heavy sigh. "Look at yourself, Bella. We should have waited, I'm so sorry for this." His head fell as he spoke and I quickly understood why he left earlier. He was mad at himself for bruising me, but honestly, I couldn't tell. Nothing hurt last night, and nothing hurts now.
"Edward, don't be sorry. I'm fine, I promise I'm not hurt. You didn't do anything wrong." I said trying to make him feel better.
"Bella, I should be sorry. I was way out of control. I'm sorry."
"Can you stop saying that please? It's getting on my nerves." And it really was. He truly had nothing to be upset over, I was physically fine.
"Well, I am. It needs to be said."
I pushed my way out of Edward's arms and threw my head back on one if the pillows, sighing heavily on my way.
"Ugh!" I half shouted.
"What's wrong now?" he ask with sincerity.
"I am trying to tell you that I am perfectly okay but your screwing that up by telling me I'm not!"
His face fell. "I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that! I, am, fine." I shouted, for real this time.
"Whatever you say," he murmed.
"Finally!" I grunted. Edward just laughed and pulled me back into his arms, and this time I didn't object. He held me for some time, and then gently kissed the top of my head.
"Are you hungry, love?" he asked in his heartwarming, silky voice.
"Starved." I answered, finding that was true. Why am I so hungry? And tired, for tha matter? Strange.
"Let's go downstairs then. I'm sure Esme has made something for you."
I nodded and followed him down the stairs happily, where the rest of his family now awaited.