Chapter 10

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.

As I feared, I have some readers pissed at Bella and others pissed at Edward. Bella's been a bitchy, hormonal, werewolf girl up to this point. No surprise there that she found some haters. Edward has been a beautiful, perfect, vampire/angel. Yeah, he was getting on my nerves. Will the real Edward Cullen please step forward. Nah, he's still pretty great. I promise. He's just not perfect. I hope this chapter helps. Happy Reading.

After September 18, 2010, 6:34pm

What are you suppose to do when the world becomes one giant clusterfuck of crazy? I remember when my worst problem was being bullied by my older half-sister and her cronies. Now I'm a teenage werewolf, married to a blood-sucking bastard, carrying his, God only knows what kind of, child.

It's been three days sense I told Edward I needed space, and for the most part, he's honored my wishes. He's always around though. I can feel his eyes on me. Sometimes if the breeze coming off the ocean hits me just right I can even smell him. The effect is paralyzing. Every moment of our one blissful night together comes crashing back to me.

Sometimes I can't breath. He's here, but at the same time, he's gone. I just want to shout at him to get his pasty white butt back here just so I can smack him around a little. I can't do that though, because the smacking would turn to kicking, then biting, which would lead to kissing the stuffing out of him, then once I came to my senses I'd start shouting at him again, telling him to get lost. Worst of all, I'd see the pain in his eyes. And whether or not his pain was real it would still make me sad.

His eyes. Damn it, I can't stop crying. His eyes are so expressive. I've been lost in those eyes. I miss his eyes. I dream about his eyes, the way they paralyze me in the best way. From afar they draw me to him, they promise his love and tenderness simmering in pools of honey. Those honey colored topaz pools with tiny flicks of green emeralds.

But it can't be true? He couldn't possibly have feelings for me. He couldn't even stand to look at me when we were having sex. I must disgust him so much. But for those eyes… Could he really be that good an actor?

This morning has been the worst. I woke up to his melodic, velvet lined voice. I could hear him in the kitchen talking in Portuguese. I got out of bed, walked down the hall to peek around the corner. Edward was standing there explaining the disaster that use to be Esme's kitchen to some workers. He must have sensed my presence. Almost immediately, his eyes sought out mine. His speech halted, he almost looked hopeful. He waited for me to react. A felt a traitor tear slide down my cheek. So shocked to suddenly see him there, and feeling more than a little guilty for causing so much destruction, I turned and fled back to the bedroom. Thankfully, Edward didn't follow.

It wasn't too many minutes later that while I was dressing I heard the pounding start. And to my added torment my head started pounding too. I couldn't take the noise so I decided to sneak out the back.

It was here, on the beach, on the other side of the island that I'm sitting. I can still hear the pounding, and my head still hurts, but the noise level is greatly reduced, which makes my headache almost bearable.

Now with the morning gone and the afternoon quickly fading to early evening I'm now feeling the consequences of my hasty retreat. I haven't eaten or drank anything all day. I've been so wrapped up in my own discouraging thoughts of Edward and our shambles of a honeymoon I completely lost track of time.

Now I'm feeling nauseous along with my pounding head. I don't want to move. Edward is going to be so mad when he sees what I've done to myself and the baby.

As if to prove myself right I'm hearing my angry, bellowing, vampire husband now shouting for me.

"Bell la!" This is ridiculous. You haven't eaten anything. Come back to the house. NOW!" Did I say he would be angry? Seriously, he's sounding much more than pissed.

I'm laying back on the sand, resting my eyes, trying to wish this horrid day away. I feel so dizzy, so nauseous, so ugh. I'm sweating like a hooker in church, because I haven't had Edward's cool embrace to keep me comfortable and this island is just so damn hot.

"Bella!" Edward spotted me laying here. He's suddenly right here beside me. I'm feeling his cold hands caress my cheeks and forehead.

"Ahhhhhhh." That feels good.

"Jeez, Bella. You're burning up. I know your mad at me but you have to take better care of yourself and the baby. You should never have left the house without proper provisions."

The baby, I never meant to harm the baby.

I'm opening my eyes to find that Edward's staring down at me. I've never in my life seen a man look to be in so much pain. A sob is breaking from my chest. "Edward. I'm so sorry. The pounding, it was hurting my head. I couldn't take it. I had to get away. I… I wasn't paying attention to the time of day. I woke up on the beach and I feel so awful."

He's lifting me up in his arms like a infant. He's leaning his forehead against mine. He's kissing my nose, my cheeks, and my temples. I can't resist closing my eyes to relish the feel of his lips on my heated skin. He's kissing my eyelids.

"The workers are gone now, Sweet Girl. Let me get you back to the house. I need to get you into a cool bath to get your temperature down. It would be good if I could get some fluids into you too. You must be so dehydrated."

"Oh, Edward," I'm sobbing against his chest, throwing my arms around his neck. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, Sweet Girl."

"I'm so mad at you!"

"I know, Bella. I know. And I deserve it."

I'm thinking that I must be delirious because I can't stop myself from rambling.

"I'm mad because I want to hate you and I can't. I've tried so hard to hate you, Edward, but I just can't do it. It's going to break my heart when you leave me. You're going to get tired of me and leave me. Aren't you? Just admit it!"

"You're exhausted and not thinking clearly, Sweet Girl. I'm never going to leave you. You never have to worry about that. Like it or not, you're stuck with me. Lets get you back to the house so I can take care of you. You can argue with me after you feel better."

"K."

I'm suddenly being immersed, fully clothed, in cold water. Edward's sinking into the tub behind me, holding me against his chest. I'm frantically panting, trying to catch my breath. I must have fallen asleep in Edward's arms on the way back to the house because I don't remember getting here.

Edward's running a cool washcloth over my face and neck. He's reaching over to a tiled alcove for a bottle of water he has stashed there. He's opening it holding it to my lips.

"Drink, Bella. I can hear the babies' heartbeats. They sound healthy. It's a miracle considering how dehydrated you are."

"Babies? Heartbeats?"

"Twins, Sweet Girl."

"Oh, za, za, za, za, za," My teeth are starting to chatter.

Edward's chuckling, kissing my temple. "We'll get out in a few minutes. Just drink."

The cool water's sliding down my parched throat. The hellish dryness is finally being quenched. The water's flowing through my esophagus helping to settle my queasy stomach. I'm wiggling my toes and fingers, feeling the energy of life begin to return to my extremities.

"So good. Thank you," my voice is sounding a little frogish.

I'm feeling the smog finally lift from my muddled brain.

"TWINS!" I'm pulling out of Edwards arms, spinning around to face him, the wake of my movement splashing him in the face.

He's grinning, wiping the water from his eyes. "Yeah."

"Oops,"

He's laughing. "At least you're looking better. I think I'll get out now before you drown me."

"Okay." I'm starting to get up to follow.

"Stay put, you. I'll get you some dry cloths."

I'm sinking back down into the frigid water, flicking the water hickamajigger tab to let the water out.
I'm watching wide-eyed and shivering as Edward slips out of his wet cloths. His back's to me but that doesn't matter because the backside of Edward is every bit as yummy as the front. Damn. His boxer briefs just hit the floor. Why am I mad at him?

He's glancing over his shoulder and smirking. The cheeky bastard can hear me. That's why I'm mad, he lies.

I'm crossing my arms over my boobs and sticking my tongue out at him.

"See something you want to lick?" He turns around facing me, fully aroused.

"Oh!" I'm feeling my cheeks heat up. I'm slapping my hands over my eyes sinking lower in the tub. I'm hearing chuckling as he leaves the bathroom.

I'm laying back staring at the ceiling. I'm squeezing my eyes closed briefly. Edward's standing over me now that I'm opening them. He's dressed only in a pair of black boxer briefs holding what looks like my Sponge Bob pajama shorts set. He must think I'm such a child.

He's offering me his hand. I'm glad to take it. He's pulling me to stand.

"How does your head feel?"

"Better. Clear."

"Good. Do you need help dressing?"

I'm shaking my head no.
He's smiling, helping me from the tub. He's placing my pajamas on the counter. "I'll be in the kitchen."

My stomachs growling. I still feel a little week from not eating. I'm feeling that antsy feeling I get when I've neglected my wolf. I need to set her free. She needs to run. I'm s

smiling as I remember the first time Edward ran with her.

Before July 14, 2010

"What's wrong?" Edward was watching me pace anxiously around the house. I was loosing it, going stir crazy. I couldn't think straight. Finally Edward stood in front of me grabbing my shoulders holding me in place.

A fierce growl irrupted from my chest. His eyes widen as he lifts his hands from my shoulders, slowly backing away.

I instantly regret my reaction. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on. I've never felt this way before."

"I think you may need to phase. It's been two weeks."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because you acting like a blood thirsty vampire that's neglected to hunt. This is what I'm like if I wait to long."

"My wolf doesn't actually hunt."

"Your wolf? You Quileute's talk as if your wolves are separate entities."

"That's right. Legend says that if a Quileute child meets their wolf when they are young their spirits will become linked. When the wolf finishes living out it's natural life and finally dies it's spirit will become fused with that of the child's. The two will become one until the child grows up enough to be able to set the wolf spirit free. I was three when I met mine or at least that's what my mom said. I don't remember it."

"How did it happen? I mean how did she describe it?"

"Charlie was at work so it was just us girls. Mom was pregnant with Seth. She liked to take us to La Push Beach to picnic and play in the sand. Leah had fallen and skinned her knees and mom was tending to her and had her back turned to me. I wandered to the edge of the forest. A lone wolf came out of the tree line and sat before me. My mom turned around to look for me and saw me petting the wolf's muzzle. I was giggling and the wolf looked like it was laughing too. When it noticed my mom and Leah staring at our exchange it ran back into the forest."

"Wow,"

"I know. I wish I could remember it, meeting her like that."

"Come. I would like to meet her. We'll go to Illinois Beach State Park. It isn't easy to hunt there this time of year. Too many humans camping. It should be okay for your purposes though. It's about an hours drive." I smiled thinking how much fun it would be to wrestle that pretty boy smile off his face. I missed frolicking with my pack.

Our drive didn't seem to take long at all. It was past sunset when we finally arrived. We walked along the beach hand in hand till the tourist vacated or when they went back to their camp sites.

"At least it's not the weekend. It would be really packed if that were the case."

"I'm just going to go phase behind that bush." The bush was just tall enough to hide my body from the neck down. Edward chuckled as a made a dramatic display of stripping, throwing my clothes at him.

"Here goes. You ready for this?"

Of course, he just waggled his eyebrows.

Edward's lips spread into a huge grin when I immerged. I barked once and pounced. Edward laughed and squirmed as I held his shoulders down with my front paws. He squealed like a girl when I started licking his face. I even gave him a little tongue action when he opened his mouth to complain.

"Gross, Bella. Ohfff, bla, plfff." He spit and sputtered when my tongue dipped inside a second time.

I laughed-barked, continuing my assault.

"You think your funny, don't you?" He reached up behind my front legs and began to tickle me.

I howled, rolling off of him. Even as a wolf I'm extremely ticklish. I took off at a run to get away from him.

"You'd better run. I'm not done tickling you yet."

We laughed and chased each other. He'd try to tickle me and I'd try to lick him or nip at his pant leg to try and trip him up. Finally he grabbed me spinning me around as fast as his vampire legs could take us. At last we collapsed on the ground in a heap of tangled limbs. I was panting. Edward was laughing his ass off. I licked his cheek.

"Fine, you win this round," he conceded, scratching behind my ears. I was surprised how good this felt and I was sorely temped to roll on my back so he would rub my belly too. I just didn't want to weird him out. I snuggled up against him instead. His hand stroked down my back. I thought somehow if our marriage didn't work out that maybe I could be his pet instead of his wife.

"Your fur's so soft, Bella. I hope you don't take offence at this, but I've always wanted a pet dog."

I barked softly and licked his nose, giving him one of my best wolfy grins.

"I take it, no offence taken?" I batted his chest lightly with my paw, then laid my head there. He continued to stroke me.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "Even as a wolf. You're the pick of the litter, Sweet Girl."

I sleep under the stars that night with my vampire fiancé stroking my fur.

Don't worry. Bella can't stay mad at Edward for long. And we'll finally get to hear Edward's side of it all. Until next time. Mwah!