Quick Story. I love Bella and Edward fluff at the moment.

Advice of the day: When turning on your shower, do not look directly at the showerhead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the related characters. Stephenie Meyer found them first.

I have the link to Bella's dress, but I'm not sure how to make links work. Help?

Novel

Bella Pov:

"Are you going to be alright by yourself Bells?"

Charlie hovered in the doorway eyeing me anxiously. It had been about a week since I returned from the hospital and he was hesitant to leave me for the day. Ok, more than hesitant. I could hardly move when you factored in the broken/cracked ribs and the leg.

I smiled and patted the phone. "I'll be alright dad, I can call Alice and she'll be here in a heartbeat if I need anything."

Technically, I wasn't lying. Alice would be here if I needed anything, but she wouldn't have to. Edward would probably pop through my door the moment Charlie left for La Push. This was exactly the reason why I was hurriedly trying to console him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, smiling one of those crinkly smiles.

"You are probably the easiest patient there is to take care of. I think the only thing you've asked me for is to get you a book." He came over and kissed my forehead, ruffled my hair, and clumped down the stairs. Moments later I heard his car drive off and I set the book down, hearing new tires on our driveway.

I sat up and attempted to get off the bed but stopped, not wanting to risk my other leg. Edward smiled from his post in my doorway where my father just was.

"I'm not sure if I should help you up or watch you attempt to do it yourself."

I gave him a dirty look and grabbed those stupid crutches, surveying them with a look of dismay. It was about the same look I gave my outfit this morning. Alice was positively delighted that I needed help getting ready in the morning and used this advantage to plan my outfit.

So, I was wearing something that fit Alice's standards. She put me in a dress. A pretty cream-colored dress that she said I look wonderful in, but it was still a dress. I knew that I couldn't exactly wear jeans due to the monstrosity on my leg, but it was worth seeing Edward's stunned expression when I righted myself.

Next thing I knew he had pulled me gently back on the bed and was trailing butterfly kisses down my collarbone. My breathing turned to quick gasps which hurt my ribs quite a bit, but I'd take the trade any day. Edward met my gaze with his smoldering gold eyes that made my heart miss a beat.

"Correction: I was going to watch you try and fend for yourself, but I just changed my mind. It's much better to be near you."

He smiled crookedly and picked up my pill bottle from the desk. "It's 10:00." I groaned and shook my head.

"Those are worse than the pain itself. I've spent more time sleeping lately than a newborn baby. I'm not in any pain right now and I want to be conscious when you're here for once. Please?"

He narrowed his eyes and watched me cautiously for a minute as if he was waiting for me to start twitching in agony. I gazed back with what I hoped was a pleading look and he sighed, setting them back in their place.

"Fine, but you will tell me if anything hurts, even in the slightest. You will also not be moving a finger today." I nodded, pleased I got to spend the day with Edward and actually know what happened. His face softened and he set the crutches back against the wall. "You don't need those, you have me." He scooped me carefully in his arms and carried me downstairs, setting me on the couch. Seconds later he had pillows propped up under my bum leg. There were a couple of movies lying beside me.

"I know your favorite novels, so I brought some of the movies that were made about them." On the couch there was Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Pride and Prejudice. I smiled, eager for a movie marathon. Anyway, it didn't look like Edward would let me do anything else. "Which one did you want to watch first?"

I checked the times on the back and realized we would be able to watch all of them. I grabbed the first one in line, which happened to be Wuthering Heights. He popped it in and fast -forwarded through the previews. "This movie is in French, but I'll put the subtitles on for you." I snorted and he laughed, by my side again in record time.

I knew the book well enough that I found reading the subtitles wasn't always necessary. Halfway through the movie Edward put his lips to my ear and read the actor's lines in French that flowed softer than anything she had ever known. The movie was over far quicker than she wanted it to be.

Edward looked down at me and kissed my temple. "Lunch Time?"

I nodded and he turned on Pride and Prejudice for me to watch while he made me something to eat. I turned towards the kitchen, wondering if he knew where everything was. "Do you need me to help?"

"Nope, because moving would break our deal. You will sit there and continue to be rapturously beautiful and watch the movie."

I blushed at the unexpected compliment and returned my focus to the movie. He had brought the shorter film with Keira Knightley, due to the fact that Jane Eyre was nearly three hours long. I was entranced with the life of Elizabeth Bennett when he walked in carrying a cheese and tomato sandwich, set on a silver tray with an ornate glass of juice and a single long-stemmed rose.

I paused the movie and stared wide-eyed at the tray. "What's all this?"

He smirked and played with a lock of my hair. "I just wanted to make your lunch special love." I ate the sandwich while we watched the movie. He took the dishes back to the kitchen and I spun the rose in my fingers, mindful of the thorns. The flower did not have a single flaw. It set it back in its glass vase and set it on the end table. Edward returned and when we finished the movie he dashed upstairs and returned with the cursed bottle of pills, smiling sympathetically. "I know you hate taking them, but I hate to see you in any pain my precious Bella."

Okay, I was in a tiny bit of pain. I conceded, knowing that I would heal faster if I took them anyway. He got me a glass of water and put in Jane Eyre wrapping his arm around my shoulder and letting me rest against him.

About halfway through the movie I couldn't seem to keep my eyes open anymore, much to his enjoyment. He should off the movie and TV with a quiet click. I was scooped up again and set on my bed and he pulled my comforter over me. I sighed happily and he kissed my forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my Bella."