Waiting Game:
Edward POV
It was unbearable waiting for the others to return, Bella lay propped up on the sofa staring at nothing in particular. Esme had tried to get her to have a hot drink or some food - which Bella accepted meekly but never consumed any of it. I was at my wits end, how could I help her? Her mind was again closed off to me, was it so wrong that at a time like this I couldnt help but have a small part of me joyous that my Bella was able to share her thoughts with me? Carlisle had theorised that when she concentrated or when an emotion behind the thoughts was extremely strong that it was easier for her to let me in. Bella only spoke to correct him.
"The first time I dont know how it happened, on some level I wished he could really see how much I loved him so that it would help with some erm difficult conversations we are yet to have" her eyes shifted to me quickly then back to my father, her voice was so quite it was almost too hard to hear her speak at all "and the.." she took a deep shakey breathe "the second time, I was begging for Edward to hear me, I needed him to hear me above any other need I had in that moment - maybe thats got something to do with it" she shrugged her shoulders and went back to staring into open space.
Carlisle excused him self stating that until the others came back he too was at a loss as to what to do, so he was going to visit an old friend who might be able to help as their gift was to sense others gifts and he might have some information to help Bella further explore it. I walked around the living room and into the kitchen where Esme was baking? she seemed happy enough so I didnt question her. Jasper was skulking in the shadows watching over Bella like the protective brother he was fast becoming, I sent a wave of gratefulness towards him, to which he nodded and commented in his head that "she's not just your mate brother, shes my sister now too" I understood and with little else to occupy my ever thinking brain I found my self in the last room I ever thought I would be - the room that housed our grand piano.
I walked at a human speed towards it. It was true that in the past I had played a few times but always for tuning purposes never for pleasure or entertainment. I had long ago given up on the beauty of music, Sofia's death had crippled me in so many parts of my life and only now was I regaining those parts back - slowly but surely. My reason? well she sat in the room next to me, before I really knew what I was doing the music was floating throughout the air as I glided my fingers over the keys. I heard a contented sigh come from the kitchen from my mother, her thoughts were off peace and happiness "oh my son, you've really come back havent you" her mind flickered through the changes she had seen in me since Bella's involvement in my life. Jasper was smug, that was the only way to describe it. "see told you she would be good for you" ah how I remembered our fierce argument we had over Bella - me claiming she was a menace and he telling me to give her a chance. I was thankful for my families over involvement in more ways than I could ever explain.