Chapter 4

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

I hope everyone had a Happy Veterans Day. One of you wanted to kill Jacob and Sam. Lol. Trust me when I tell you, Sam's not such a bad guy, but this Jacob is a real sorry piece of work. I thank everyone for reading and following and I love the reviews I've gotten so far. I hope I've answered all your questions. If not let me know. I'll do my best to reply to all your reviews.

After September 14, 2010, 10:42pm

"Bella, what are you thinking about? Please tell me."

I'm climbing down from his lap, grabbing his hand, pulling him to stand beside me. I'm giving him my best smile, holding our hands up between us indicating our entwined fingers. "Chicago."

Edward's smiling at me now too. He's pulling my hand up to his face giving it a sweet kiss. "My girl want's ice cream?" He's asking to prove he understands what memory I'm thinking of.

"No, Darling. But your wife would love to go for a walk with her husband."

Edward's eyes are darkening at my words. "Bella," he's growling softly under his breath. And now he's laughing softly at the blush that breaking out across my face. "You don't know what that blush does to me," he's whispering in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He's pulling me along our own little private beach, laughing joyously as I stumble clumsily to keep up with him. He's looking at me with glowing adoration. I've never noticed that look before. I'm suddenly having an epiphany. Edward's in love with me. How have I not seen it before? The most surprising thing is that it's making me feel happy.

"Remember yesterday at our wedding when I smiled at you while coming down the isle?" I'm asking him.

"Of course, Love." See? He called me Love.

"I was smiling because of how truly happy you looked. I couldn't imagine for the life of me why you would look so happy. Unless, you were just looking forward to the sex." I'm laughing at the expression my words put on his face. His brows are actually furrowing as if I just said the crudest thing. I love it. "But in all honesty it looked like more than that. I was glad that at least one of us would be happy, because I thought to myself that if you could be that happy, marrying me, I could be hopeful that I would one day be happy too."

"Then I ruined it by congratulating you on the superb performance you put on for your dad and the rest of the humans."

"You didn't ruin it and I wasn't mad. I just decided not to correct you thinking it might be to my advantage if you didn't know how terrible an actress I really am."

Edward's laughing heartily at my words, pulling me into his arms, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Is there hope for us, Bella?" His velvet voice is sounding a little scratchy.

"I think there is," I'm whispering timidly into his chest.

"Then I'm very happy, Wife."

"In that case, I'm ready to try again, Husband."

Edward's growling, swinging me up into his arms bridal style, placing a searing kiss on my lips.

"Oh, oh!" I'm gasping as I come up for air. "How can you feel so icy cold this close to the Equator?"

Edward's chuckling, spinning us around at blinding speeds making me dizzy. This is normal for us. Edward's very playful. He likes to race through the woods with me, sometimes chasing me. When he catches me, sometimes he likes to spin me around and other times he just tickles me. This is the first time we've played like this in my human form.

"Silly man. You need to stop that before I puke."

He's finally stopping, placing me back on my feet, letting go and laughing because I can't stand. I'm falling and laughing. This is the playful side of Edward that I love.

Wow. There's a side to Edward that I love.

"Really? What side is that?" He's smiling brightly, falling to the ground beside me. He's cupping my cheek in his hand, stroking the hair out of my eyes.

"Are you reading my mind?" I'm asking, horrified.

"No, I wish. You actually said that out loud, Sweetness."

"Oh. I'll have to be more careful." I'm grinning.

"So which side did you mean? My front side or my backside?" He's smirking at me, glancing quickly over his shoulder at his butt.

I'm swatting him playfully on the arm. "I love your playful, silly side." Why am I admitting this?

"Well I love your blushing, bashful side." Now how did he know this would actually make me blush?

He's suddenly hovering over me, kissing me, taking my breath away.

After a minute he's finally letting me up for air. "I love the 'kissing the stuffing out of me' side of you." There I go again, admitting stuff I should keep to myself. What is he doing to me?

"I love that side of me too," he's telling me this with a straight face. I'm smacking his shoulder.

This devilish smirk is playing across his lips, he's tickling my ribs and I'm finding it hard to breath. I'm squealing, trying to gain my freedom. He's laughing, pulling me up into his arms, bridal style again.

He's running us back to the house, pushing open the sliding glass door with his foot, carrying me across the threshold. I can only blink once and he's standing me up outside the shower.

"As much as I love this gritty, dirty, side of you, I think I'm going to love the wet, warm and soapy side of you even better."

I'm laughing at his enthusiasm, "In that case you're gonna love the naked, slippery side of me."

"True," he's agreeing, crushing his lips to mine. Without breaking our kiss, his arm is snaking around us turning on the showerhead.

"Is this alright, Bella? I don't want to frighten you by going too fast. I can step out and let you shower alone."

"No way. I've got to get you naked and in this shower so I can warm you up so you don't freeze me to death tonight."

He's hum-laughing, pulling me in his arms for one last affectionate squeeze. It's his way of letting me know that tonight will be more than just about sex.

"Umm," I'm humming too. "I love this affectionate side of you."

"Oh, Bella, I love every side of you."

"I know you do, Edward. And I want you to know that I'm finally starting to catch up with you."

Edward's staring intently into my eyes. Is he seeing the truth of my words staring back at him? He blinks once, pulling his shirt over his head, pulling me tight against his chest, bending down, gently sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I'm gasping at the tingly sensation this shoots straight to my girlie bits.

"I love this, I'm sexy and I know it' in my 'Hello Kitty' pjs, side of you."

I'm giggling. "Yeah, about that. I'm sorry. I kind of chickened out in front of 'Victoria's Secret'. Needless to say I definitely did not find out about any said 'secret'." He's so sexy when he throws his head back laughing, his Adam's apple bobbing, his chiseled jaw on display in a way I just want to lick it.

"Don't worry, Love. I find these little pjs very sexy. They're soft, and very short," he's sliding his hands down to squeeze my butt to emphasize his point. And I suspect you're completely naked underneath."

"Oh well, there goes 'Bella's Secret'," There he goes with that sexy laugh again.

Finally, he's pulling my sleep shorts down past my bottom, till they're sliding down to my feet. I'm stepping out of them kicking them to the side. My tank top is now joining my sleep shorts on the floor.

Edward's not staring at my body. He's lovingly gazing in my eyes. Pulling me flush against him, pleasure is overwhelming his expression as my naked breasts press against his naked abs.

I'm feeling something hard, cold and wet poking out of the top of his boxer briefs. I'm returning the favor by pulling down his boxer briefs. I want to taste him. So I'm bending over to lick the tip of that something.

"Ah! No! No, no, no," Edward's shouting. "I'm sorry. I can't handle that just yet."

I'm looking up at him, his eyes are clenched shut, his arms are dropping to his sides, his hands fisting.

"No worries. We can visit this a little later. Just try to relax and I'll wash you," I'm suggesting.

I'm pushing him under the spray. "Will you sit down on the bench so I can shampoo your hair?"

He's sitting, his eyes are closed tight, while I'm squirting shampoo on my palm. I'm lathering up his head, deciding to take my time because this is beginning to relax him.

He's gently grabbing my waist, pulling me closer, kissing my breasts. I think I'm melting. Edward's setting me on his lap before I fall.

"You almost fell, Love." Edward's reaching up to cradle my face in his hands. His eyes popping open, a look of longing spearing the depths of my soul. Lust, love, and joy sum up the passion I'm finding there.

"I am yours," I'm telling him.

"As I am yours," his vow. "Forever and always yours."

I've never heard anything so romantic in all my life. I'm panting now, caught up in his spell.

"I thought you said that you're a vampire."

"I am your vampire," kiss.

"Then how is it that you've managed to bewitch me so?" kiss, kiss.

"Ah, some of us vamps have special abilities," kiss. "But it is you, my beautiful and beguiling wolf girl, who have bewitched me."

"Oh, Edward," kiss. "I'm still afraid of this."

He's stopping his kisses, searching my eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me."

"I trust you above anyone."

"You do? Since when?"

"I don't know exactly when, but I think for about a month, maybe longer. I feel so safe with you."

"Oh." His eyes are flashing with worry for only a split second. Now he's flashing a smile, but now he's looking very serious again.

"Tell me what frightens you."

"So many things."

"Will you tell me?"

I'm giggling at the look on his face as the shampoo floods his eyes. I'm kissing him softly. I'm grabbing a washcloth, wiping suds out his eyes. "Let me finish washing you while I explain."

He's standing, resuming his rigid stance of eyes clenched, hands fisted. I'm wondering what to make of it, but I don't ask. I'm beginning to wash him instead.

"Regardless of what you are, you are so lovable. And there are so many things that I love about you. In a way, I do love you. You are suppose to be my enemy, but I've never had a friend more loyal than you. I guess… one of the things I'm afraid of is hurting you. I know you are giving me your heart fully and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to do that for you. I… I think I want to, but I don't know how."

I've started at his feet and began working my way up, but now I'm at his navel. I'm chancing a look up at his face. Surprisingly his statuesque pose has not changed. This is worrying me.

"Oh, Edward. I hope I'm not upsetting you."

"Not in the least, Sweet Girl. Please continue," but he voice sounds a little frustrated.

"I feel guilty. You deserve to be loved. I promise to give you as much of my love as I can and of course I am yours and only yours for as long as you'll have me."

"That will be forever, My Love."

"Edward that's my other fear. That you'll get tired of waiting, that you'll become discouraged. I don't know what I'd do if you ever left me. I don't know what would become of me or our child. I don't want to be left to raise our child alone."

I'm turning him around to do his backside, starting at his feet again.

"I guess that's stupid thinking though. I trust you. You of all people would never do that to me or our baby."

He's humming his agreement.

"The baby is my biggest fear. I'm afraid of how our baby will turn out. What if we can't control the child's bloodlust? The Volturi will destroy him or her. And the Volturi, do you think they'll keep their word and let us raise our child?"

"Of course they will, as long as we keep our end of the bargain. They wouldn't want the vampire community to catch them in a lie. Their revered standing would suffer.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." I'm done washing him, pushing him gently under the spray again.

He's turning around, pulling me under the water with him. His eyes are opening to meet my gaze. He hasn't looked at my body once. I bat my eyes at him playfully.

"Why Mr. Cullen, I do believe it's your turn to wash me."

He's laughing, bending down, kissing my forehead. "I can't. Not tonight anyway. May I get a rain check?"

I'm frowning. "I suppose. May I ask you why?"

"Not tonight, but I will tell you at some point."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"You're acting a little off. Is there going to be a problem?"

"I hope not."

"What does that mean, Edward?"

"Well I've told you that I'm a virgin. Well I've never had an orgasm either. I don't know how I'll react."

"Really? Not even a wet dream?"

"Bella, Vampire, remember? I can't sleep, ergo no dreaming, wet or otherwise."

I'm looking at him perplexed, taking in this new found information.

"What about you, Bella."

"Are you asking me if I'm a virgin?"

"Um… no, well in a way… Um… the other thing."

"Oh. No, I've never had one either."

"Oh."

"Why am I imagining a blush on those pale cheeks?"

"If I could, I would be, Bella. Does that surprise you?"

"No. This is refreshing."

"What is?"

"That I'm not the only one that doesn't have the faintest idea where to begin."

"Well I wouldn't go that far. Finish up and here, join me in our bed and I'll be happy to demonstrate."

"Oh my. Did this house just catch fire?"

He's laughing, pulling me close, kissing the ever living bejesus out of me. And just like that, he's gone.

I'm smiling, remembering our courtship in a whole new light.

The seemingly innocent touches. In the morning I'd find him in bed with me, he'd say he was impatient for me to wake up. I had no idea how long he'd watched me sleep. Then there was the 4th of July, a day I would never forget.

Next up: Bella's recalling a romantic Edward on the 4th of July. Mwah!