Disclaimer : I don't own twilight or any of the characters but I do however own Stephanie Meyer's soul.
Just so everyone knows about 10 seconds ago my friend (daydreamingxxx) decided to go dig up Charlie's grave and steal his moustache. Lolage, I told you I'd put it on my fan fiction daydreaming!!
Chapter 4: My room.
Bella's point of view.
'Okay, open it.' I said, not sure whether to run yet. She pushed the door open and my eyes popped open as wide as saucers. The room was the same but different, the entire west wall was made from glass and Edward's stereo and CD collection still lined one of the walls. But the walls were now white and the floor was a sandy coloured wood, the iron wrought bed had been replaced with a light wooden one with white sheets.
'Oh.' I gasped. It was Isle Esme all over again. I was so lost in the sudden rush of memories I didn't realize Edward was talking to me.
'Bella? Bella?' I blinked, refocusing.
'Yes?'
'Look at the walls.' I realized I had been so caught up in my own thoughts I had barley looked at them. I looked again properly and realized they were covered in photos of Edward and me, there were photos of our wedding and then others, ones of us with Nessie as she grew up, ones of our family just having fun and, my personal favourite, a painting of Edward and me holding Nessie as a baby.
'Bella, what are you thinking?' I was used to that question but rather than just pushing my shield out, I thought I would answer him using words.
'I'm thinking of Isle Esme and how it's a shame there are no pictures of us together there.' His mouth pulled up into my favourite crooked smile. 'Edward what are you thinking?'
'I was thinking how pretty you look in your dress and how it's a shame I'm going to have to destroy it.' He said grinning. He ducked down and swept me up into his arms and carried me into the room, kicking the door closed as we went past. I twisted my fingers into his hair and pulled his face down to mine. He fell onto the bed pulling me on top of him, groaning with satisfaction. His hands traced the length of my spine to the top of my legs, he continued down my thigh suddenly hitching it up around his waist. My fingers released his hair and I started to unbutton his shirt, he rolled over until he was on top of me and his hands reached under my dress, tearing it in the process. His shirt slid to the floor and my hands traced the planes of his chest.
There was a knock at the door and we both ducked under the covers. Edward growled undert his breath.
'What, Alice?' He growled. Alice danced into the room looking extremely smug.
'I just wanted to know if you like the room, which you evidently do, and Emmett said "Please, shut the hell up, I'm getting nauseated."'
'Hypocrite! Him and Rose are worse and yes we like the room very much, thank you Alice. Now if you don't mind, please get the hell out, my wife and I were very busy.' She just smiled and danced back out the room pulling the door shut behind her.
'Now, where were we?' he asked, turning back to me.
'I believe we were discussing the national debt, Edward.' I called in a voice loud enough that everyone downstairs could here. I heard everyone's laughter from downstairs.
'Yes, Bella, I'm sure we were.'