"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."

-Helen Keller-

Chapter 11

"Roses and Violets"

I was awoken to the feeling of feather light kisses being peppered across my face. I smiled widely as I slowly opened my eyes. I was greeted to the most beautiful green eyes anyone could ever look into.

"Good morning, Beautiful," he whispered as he lightly kissed my lips.

"It is a very good morning now, Handsome," I mumbled loving the feeling of my wide smile so early in the morning. I couldn't help but compare this feeling to what Mike always made me feel. Sure, I felt nice but I never felt this good.

"Do you ever get the feeling that all of this," I started while waving my hand between the two of us, "is moving a little fast? Don't get me wrong, I love this feeling, but it scares me."

Edward gave me his crooked grin as he gently cradled my face between his hands.

"I'm scared to Bella, but how about we just enjoy what we have right now? Because I know I am, and I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the feeling of holding you in my arms. I'm terrified that we are rushing into things, but I can't seem to find it in me to slow it down. All I care is that you don't feel pressured," he said, his eyes never veering from mine.

"I love you, Edward," I smiled at him as I pressed my lips to his, not caring if I had morning breath or not.

"I love you too, Bella," he whispered against my lips. I ducked my head so I could snuggle into the crook of his neck. He rested his cheek on the top of my head as one hand held me close from the small of my back, while the other hand stroke endearing through my hair. I could stay like this forever, but duty calls. Both our heads snapped to the door once we heard it creak open.

"Mommy? I don't feel good," Hannah sniffed as she walked toward the bed.

"Oh, sweetie," I said as I untangled myself from Edward to help Hannah get into the bed. I laid her gently between Edward and me. I smoothed the hair away from her eyes as she cuddled close to Edward, gripping the front of his shirt tightly.

Edward looked at me with a sad smile. He kissed her forehead and a look of concern crossed his face.

"I think she's running a high fever, do you have a thermometer?" He asked kissing her forehead again. I just nodded and hurried to put the boot on so I could walk to the bathroom across the hall.

"Yeah, 103, that's no good," he said looking at me. I was wondering what she could have gotten. We haven't been doing too much lately. I mean, yesterday we went to the park…I gasped out causing Edward's gaze to look at me.

"Edward," I started as I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Hannah didn't start acting like this until after we were at the park. Do you think Mike-" but I couldn't finish my sentence. How could anyone hurt their own flesh and bone?

"I don't think so. I don't know about anything he could have gotten a hold of," he said going into doctor mode. "Hannah, what hurts, baby?" He asked softly as he stroked her back.

"Everything hurts," she whined breaking my heart even more. I wish I could just take her pain away. I would gladly take her place if it means she wouldn't be hurting.

"I need to know so I can make you all better, baby," Edward said gently.

"My tummy, and throat, my brain, just everywhere," she whimpered into his shirt.

"Bella, I think it may just be the flu. It is flu season, and just have horrible timing and scaring the crap out of us in the process," he said looking lovingly at Hannah as she curdled herself around him falling asleep again.

"How do we know for sure?" I questioned impatiently.

"We take her to the doctor. If it's the flu there's not much we can do," he sighed. I didn't bring up if it could be anything else, so I didn't ask in fear that Mike poisoned Hannah or something.

"What should we do?" I asked in a whisper.

"I think we should wait it out for a day. If by tomorrow she's worse than we take her to the hospital. But I think it's the flu. Weird timing, I know, but there isn't much we can do," he replied. A light knock on the door made both of us jump slightly. Charlie peeked his head in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt anything, but there's a problem at the station and they need me to come in," Charlie said glumly, but still looking between Edward and I uncomfortably. His eyes landed on Hannah curled around Edward, and he visibly relaxed. I knew he looked forward to these visits. It sucks that he has to leave and Hannah is sick. She truly loves her Grandpa Charlie.

"That's fine, Dad. Besides we think Hannah has the flu so she wouldn't be too much fun to be around right now," I said.

"Okay, I don't know what time I will be back," he stated as he closed the door.

"That reminds me, what did you and Charlie talk about last night?"

"It was just the typical father to boyfriend chat. What are my intentions, especially since you have a toddler? And how is our relationship going to work since you are technically still married? But he liked my answers, so we ended the conversation with if I hurt you like Mike than he will do bodily harm, like he wants to do to Mike."

"Oh, well what were you're answers?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me.

"That's for me and Charlie to know, and you to never find out," he said smugly. "We should probably get Hannah some medicine so her fever will go down."

I nodded and started to get off the bed, unwillingly.

"You should get ready and I'll stay here with Hannah," he said with a smirk.

"Jerk, you just don't want to get out of bed. You should feel guilty for using my sick child," I replied. He just chuckled and I walked across the hallway to my bedroom to change. I opened the door and I stood there staring around the room.

The entire room was covered with roses and violets, all littered around the room. Some were in vases while others were just thrown everywhere. On the bed was a large vase full of both roses and violets, I walked closer until my shins hit the edge of the bed. In front of the vase was a butcher's knife with a note attached to it.

Just remember about those Roses and Violets. You can always run, but you can only hide for so long. Ready or not here I come.
xoxo

A sob ripped through me as I backed away from the bed. He got into the house last night. He could have easily grabbed Hannah. He could have done anything to her.

I kept walking backwards until my I felt my back hit the wall in the hall. I slid down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I couldn't control the sobs that erupted from me. I was a horrible mother. My daughter could have been taken from me, but I was too busy enjoying my new boy.

"Bella! Bella, what's going on?" Edward shouted at me as he lightly shook me. I looked into his eyes, which were panicked beyond belief.

"Hannah," I stuttered out as I pushed myself off the wall and hobbled into the guestroom. I let out the breath I was holding when I saw her lying peacefully on the bed. I hurried to hold her, when I felt Edward's arms around my waist.

"I think you should call Charlie," Edward whispered as he turned me around. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, just holding me and Hannah closely. "I'll call my parents. I think they're at their house out here."

"Don't let go please," I mumbled as I continued to cry into his shoulder. He held the back of my head closer and kissed my forehead.

"Let me go get the phones, and I swear I will be right back. Bella," he paused and grabbed my chin, tilting it upwards, so I was forced to look him in the eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to you or Hannah. I won't let anything happen. I love you."

"I love you, too," I said. Edward used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He cradled my face before slowly leaning in to kiss my lips gently.

He ran off and I collapsed on the bed, just hugging Hannah closely. As long as she was fine, I knew I would be fine.

Edward was back quicker than I thought possible, and he was holding a phone out to me.

"Forks Police Station, can I help you?" A man answered the phone after the third ring.

"Um, is Chief Swan there? It's Bella, his daughter and I really need to talk to him," I said in a rush of words.

"One minute please," I waited anxiously until I heard my Dad answer.

"Dad, I need you to come home," I said trying not to cry. I looked down at Hannah in my arms, but that just brought the tears on.

"Bells, you know I would, but I can't leave right now. What happened?"

"Mike got into the house last night, please Dad just come home. I can't explain it. Please," I pleaded sobbing again. I felt Edward sit next to be and awkwardly pull me into his lap. It was a little difficult with Hannah in my lap. He gently grabbed the phone from me and calmly talked to Charlie.

"Bella, he's on his way. Once he gets here, we're going to my parents. They're home and I would know if someone follows us," he said calmly. I just nodded my head, resting it on his shoulder.

"Love, we need to go outside. I'm going to grab Hannah's bag," he said slowly. I just shook my head. I felt safe in his arms.

"I'll be right back, love," he whispered kissing the top of my head. He disentangled himself. I just rocked Hannah, trying to find comfort in the fact she was indeed still in my arms.

Edward held out his hand and I greedily grabbed hold of it. He was holding a blanket. He wrapped it around Hannah as I took the jacket from his other hand. He grabbed my hand as we walked out of the room, and headed out the door.

Charlie was pulling into the driveway followed by another police car. Charlie came over and talked to Edward briefly, but I was in too much of a daze to hear, so I just let Edward lead me to the car. He took Hannah from me and said to get into the car.

I fumbled with the seat buckle and just couldn't get it on right for some reason. I felt Edward's hand gently push mine out of the way, doing it for me.

He started backing out of the driveway before grabbing my hand.

The whole ride I would look over my shoulder to make sure Hannah was still safely tucked away in the car seat. Edward looked in the rear view mirror often to make sure no one was following us.

When would this mess be over with?

Please tell me your thoughts, because without them I would only have my own...Wow that sounded really stupid.

I was going to post this earlier, but my fiance is in love with his car and begged me to help him clean it. I, being the wonderful girlfriend and future wife I am, agreed. Little did I know he was going to make me wax the car. But it's okay I still love him. And I have an idea to get him back. It involves shopping and the spa...yes he hates those two things.

Funny story. So I programed my fiance's number in my phone as Edward Cullen. So everytime he calls me or texts me, I think Edward Cullen is. It's a wonderful feeling. I plan on putting Rob Pattinson next. But I lost my phone so my fiance was calling it for me, and he just happen to be the one that found it. He threw a temper tantrum when he saw that it said Edward Cullen. I, on the other hand, got a kick out of it.

I have a new story up that you should check out. The President's Daughter...

I think I have rambled enough now...Thanks for listening if you did.

~Scarlet :)