Well first and foremost thank you all so much for the reviews!! Haha it's nice to know I'm not the only one reading this and enjoying it. Secondly, I was asked why Edward can actually cry and the answer is well….I'll get to that. J muahahahaha! Thirdly, I am just so excited to be writing this I literally just walked in the door from work and I'm trying to get this chapter out for you guys!
Oh also, I need someone tech savy with ff. I don't understand why my first few chapters came out underlined and some stuff italicized that I didn't want….someone help! lol
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BPOV
We laid on my bed, my head on his chest, fingers laced, legs entwined, watching the lightly slowly begin to darken. We had been like this the entire day. I had even refused to move when Edward tried to lift me off of him, trying to wrap a blanket around me to keep me warm.
We hadn't spoken much since the bathroom. Occasionally I tears would start to fill my eyes, and sometimes when I glanced up, Edwards were doing the same thing. I wanted this moment to never end, and so far it didn't seem like it would ever have to.
I smiled knowing that he was beginning to accept me now, even if not fully. I tried to steal a peek at him, only to notice his eyes were watching once again. He seemed to notice I'd seen him because he stared rubbing tiny circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.
"Edward," I said timidly, finally breaking the hour long silence between us, "how is it possible that you can…well, cry?"
He sniffled than, which was one of the most single adorable things I had ever heard him do.
"I don't know," he said, still rubbing the little circles on my hands.
"Oh," I licked my lips, wondering if my questions were okay, "when was the first time?" I glanced up at him than, and his face looked pained again. "You don't have to answer," I blurted out suddenly, not wanting him to try to pull away again or anything.
He sighed, "Well lets see…" he got quiet than, and I was straining so hard to make sure I heard him when he spoke that I could swear I could hear the seconds ticking away on the downstairs clock. "I think it was the day you died…". I swallowed hard.
"Oh," I said again, biting the insides of my cheeks. I didn't want to probe any further but my curiosity was aroused now. Instead of bantering him with questions I tore my eyes from his gorgeous face and stared at our bodies entwined.
We sat like that for another few minutes, until Edward broke the silence, "No wait…it was the day of your funeral." I looked up at him, trying to make it seem as though it didn't matter to me, in case he didn't want to talk about it.
He looked down into my eyes, finally letting go of my hand. I briefly panicked afraid he was going to try to pull away, until his fingers slid softly across my cheek bone. My face flushed, but I didn't want to look away, afraid breaking out gaze would somehow cause him to leave.
"The day of your death I so wanted to cry. There you were with just as much love in your eyes, and just as beautiful…and there I was a coward. Everything in my body seemed to scream at me to change you than. Make you mine forever after I'd given you that life. But I couldn't, and you died smiling at me. Like you were so happy that I was there, and I did nothing but let you go…" his eyes were glazed over now lost in the memory. It hurt to hear him talk about this, but I didn't discourage him.
"Than there was your funeral. People were standing around you crying, already missing you. And I was so angry, because I knew someday they would die as well and be able to be with you. Or at least get rid of the hurt. But me, I knew I would never die. I knew I would never be able to find someone to 'replace' you. I knew my life would never be the same. I could never hear your laugh, or see that adorable blush. I could never kiss your soft lips, or hear your heart beat flutter when I smiled at you just so. And suddenly it was like something broke. I felt the moisture on my face, and I assumed it was raining, but when I looked up it was sunny. I actually smiled, because you deserved to be buried on a sunny day. My vision began to blur, and when I reached towards my face I discovered the tears."
He was back than, staring into my eyes intently, "I love you so much, I can cry." We were silent again, and tears had filled my own eyes now. I looked down again.
His hand stayed on my face, caressing my cheek lovingly. I tried to squeeze his statue like body tighter, but I wondered if he could actually feel it. The sun was completely down now and the darkness seemed to marvel me, only heightening my senses more. I could hear my own heartbeat, which was making me blush, and in turn making my heart beat faster.
"Bella," Edward said breaking our silence again.
"Yes?" I asked, staring wide eyed at him. His face into a grimace and I wondered if I had done something wrong.
"Don't tell anyone about this. Em would never let me live that down." He said in a serious tone.
I rolled my eyes.
EPOV
I was trying to lighten the mood. Bella hadn't laughed, but I figured she probably had at least rolled her eyes.
I was still confused, but everything felt so right, and I was sick of fighting it. I figured, if I could cry now than why the hell couldn't Bella and I be given a second chance to do things right?
"Edward," Bella quipped, and I could hear her voice slightly waver. I didn't respond, but waited for her to continue on, "areyougoingtochangemethistime?". She mumbled so all the words seemed to mesh into one.
"Huh?" I asked, lifting her chin towards me. She let out a huge sigh, eyes wide looking into mine.
"Are you….going to change me this time?", I could hear her heartbeat greatly increase. I ran my fingers through her hair trying to calm her as I stared out the window now. She was still staring at me, but I wasn't going to look down as I thought. "Edward?"
I didn't respond, the same excuses I'd used before running through my head. As if she could read my thoughts she suddenly added, "Not that you really have a choice this time. If you don't, I'll make sure one of the others do. I just want you to know I would prefer you did it…if you wanted of course."
"Bella…" my voice faltered, not something that happened very often, but she cut me off.
"Edward, I don't want to hear your crap. I lived a life. I'm not living another one without you. My change is not in question, it's who's going to actually do it." She plopped her head down on my chest again, refusing to look at me and I knew she had just ended that discussion.
"Fine," I said gruffly. Why did she always have to torture me with this?
Suddenly she let out a quick chuckle. I remained quiet wishing as always I could be inside her head to know what had made her smile. She sat up than looking at me. I tilted my head sideways, trying to inquire at her amusement, but suddenly her breathing changed.
The look in her eyes were suddenly filled with desire, and she lunged at me before I could react. (yea yea, I'm a little rusty when it comes to Bella and her hormones).
Her lips were on mine than, and her fingers were tangled in my hair. My arms instinctively wrapped around her. She was straddling me now, and all of my pent up emotions were running through my body. She moaned into my mouth as my hands glided up her back.
I knew what she wanted, but I also knew I couldn't give it to her. So instead I picked her up laying on the bed. She got the wrong idea as I heard her pulse quicken. I chuckled into her mouth, as she tried to pull me closer to her. I complied only slightly, afraid that she would hurt herself (yea and I wanted it to).
Her fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, but I kept my arms underneath her back. Her hands slowly slid up my shirt, and if I hadn't been so used to my control in emotions I would have groaned into her mouth. Instead I pushed back.
"The rules haven't changed," I answered as she pouted at me.
Never done the whole sex scene type thing….still considering it for this story. Muahaha. Come on their in love! What's all your opinion on this?
