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This is Chapter 19 and I hope you like it.
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Chapter 19
Sleep
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Maybe when we are at his house, I will be ready.
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After a few hours, we left the hospital. My body was in so much pain, as I was walking to go to Edward's car. It was the silver Volvo this time.
He was a few steps behind me; he wanted to watch me from behind because; he said that, if I fell down he would catch me. I told him that it wasn't necessary but he didn't listen to me.
We reached his car and he opened the door for me. I stepped inside the car, slowly.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I decide to lie.
"Yes, I am okay," I answered. I've never been a good liar but I was hoping that someone may believe me.
He didn't.
"I don't like when you are lying. It makes me feel stupid," he said as he helped me with my seatbelt.
"You are not stupid. And I am trying to forget my pain; so don't remind me," I said honestly.
He didn't respond.
After we were on the road, he didn't speak at all. I decide to remain quiet as well.
After a minute he spoke.
"Bella, I am sorry. You are in unnecessary pain and it is my fault. If you don't want to, we won't do oral again," he announced. Oh no! He thought of himself as the offender.
"No, Edward. You are not responsible for what happened. No one is. You were distracted," I said as a red colour appeared in my face. I ignored the embarrassing blush and continued. "Plus, I love to have Mr. Big in my mouth," I said and looked at him.
He didn't look me back.
"Honey, I can't look at you. My eyes must be on the road." I understood of course.
"Okay," I said happily.
After that, we didn't speak. We were silent all the way to his home. He slowed down when we reached the outside of a big house.
He helped me out of his car and then he held my hand when we walked, and stepped into a house.
Then I couldn't help but smile and cry at the same time.
There, in front of me, stood a big white grand piano. It was so similar to my mother's.
Then I looked at the piano carefully and I saw the dent. The dent that I had made on my mother's piano when I was six. I was holding a spoon and I was playing with it around the piano. When the spoon hit the wood of the piano, I thought that my mom was going to yell at me and never forgive me for the dent that I had caused. But she was very patient with me, and she never yelled at me. She was a little sad though, but I was apologizing to her for about six months after the event.
And now, I was standing in front of the dent. Was Edward playing with the spoon as well?
Or had he just hit it?
I looked at him.
"I see you like pianos," he said.
"Yes, I love pianos because my mom used to play when we were at my home. She had a white piano just like this," I said and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"And she doesn't play anymore?" he asked. I decided to answer as diplomatically as I could.
"No, she doesn't play anymore. She can't actually." Then because I didn't want him to continue asking me about my mom, I lowered my hand until I reached his pants.
He moaned but pulled away.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. You need to rest and I would suggest you go to sleep, love." It was the first time he had called me 'love'.
I stood on my tiptoes and I put my mouth on his ear. "I love you too," I whispered.
A big bright smile appeared on his face and then he leaned down to kiss me.
When he pulled away he whispered, "We should go to sleep." We? He was going to lay with me? Okay!
"My bedroom is in there…" and he pointed into a room. "… And you will sleep in it. I will sleep on the couch."
"Of course not! You are not sleeping on the couch!" I replied angrily. "You will sleep in your bed with me."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, I am sure," I said as I pressed my lips on his.
He put me in his lap and he carried me to his bedroom. He put me on the bed and he looked at me.
"Aren't you going to join me?" I asked.
"Yes, sure, but… You are wearing your clothes Bella." Oh; I didn't have my pyjamas with me! I hope he don't mind if I wore a shirt of his.
"Um, yes. Okay. Can't you give me a shirt of yours?" I asked. I felt completely relaxed inside his apartment.
"Yes, sure, I can," he said and we walked to his wardrobe. He pulled out a white shirt and he gave it to me.
"Thank you," I said and I started to undress myself in front of him.
"I can… go out-outside… if you… um…want-"
"No, no. I am comfortable," I said as I pulled my pants down. I was wearing the same clothes as the moment we had crashed. How many days or hours had passed?
"What is the date today?" I asked as I pulled his shirt over my head.
"Tuesday tenth of September," he said in a very formal style and voice.
"I was in the hospital for two days?" I asked, wide eyed. And I have my birthday on Friday.
"Yes you were. Alice came to visit you a lot, but you were sleeping. She told me to tell you that Jasper had asked her to be his girlfriend, after the call." Alice had a boyfriend officially! Oh my God! I am so happy for her.
"I am happy," I announced. Edward came near me and he put his hand on my waist and pointed to the bed. I walked towards it and he went again at his wardrobe and undressed himself as well. When he was only with his boxers on, he looked at me.
"You don't mind if…" He wanted to sleep in his boxers. I had no problem with that!
I know you don't! The voice said.
Hush! I replied, inside my head.
"No, I don't mind," I answered.
He smiled and he came near me to sit with me on the bed.
Then he lay on the bed and he motioned to me to go on his lap, which I did with happiness.
"I want you to sleep now, my love," he said.
"Only if you sleep with me," I said as I buried my face in his neck.
"I will," he said as he wrapped his arms around me tighter. Then Morpheus came and took me with him into a dreamful sleep.
A/N
Morpheus is a Greek God. Ancient Greeks believed that the God of sleep (and dreams) was Morpheus.
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"Okay, my man. I love you," I said.
"I love you too honey," he said and hung up.
He was mad at me! I couldn't stand it. I love him too much to make him sad.
I stood up from the bed and looked around to find my clothes. When I found them, about ten minutes later, I heard Edward whispering something.
"Why?"
"Why what?" I asked as I pulled my blouse over my head.
"You said you…" He started to ask but he stopped. He stood up and he came near me.
"What is it Edward?"
"You said you love me! And now… he is your boy?" he said and he put his hand on my cheek. He was angry and sad at the same time.
"What are you-" my phone rang and it cut me off. Before I could touch the phone he grabbed it and he looked at me.
"Is he him? Your boy? Your man?" he asked. Before I could answer he picked up the phone.
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