Long chapter but definitely lemony. As all of my chapters are. It's the last full Chapter of absolute perfection.
Enjoy it!
BPOV
Perfection was a concept I had never been familiar with until I met the man who lay in a disheveled mess of hair, sheets, and skin next to me. I felt his body heat radiate on my thigh while I sat up and gazed out the window. The sun was rising. It colored the sky a bright hue of blue and yellow, welcoming yet another day into this wonderland of flawlessness. I followed a ray of dusty sun as it broke through the window and cascaded across Edward's face, casting tiny specs of shadows under every piece of stubble that was peeking from his pores.
He was lying on his stomach with half of his face buried deeply into the white, fluffy pillow. It was just enough for his sharp jaw and cheek bone to be lit up. The room was quiet enough that I could hear his even inhales and exhales slowly float from his parted lips. He looked so innocent, like a child, so pure. Watching his back rise and fall from his breathing triggered my own body to do the same. Soon, our inhales and exhales were in sync with each others. We were one, like the single ray of sunshine bursting through our bedroom window. The glass didn't stop it. It still shone through and contrasted the darkness. Plus, light bends. Nothing could break us. You could pull and pull and pull. Pull all you want. We always snapped back together in harmony, just as we were. Like his suspenders. The elasticity of our relationship had a breaking point that was far beyond anything imaginable. Endless. His suspenders never broke no matter how hard I pulled. And they've had their share of abuse. At the end of every day, we went to sleep knowing that our inexplicable love could conquer all.
That's why I believed these dreams weren't a big deal. It's not like they were nightmares. I mean, in a way they were. I would wake up screaming and drenched in sweat, writhing in the sheets, and searching frantically for his embrace. And as always, he snapped back to me. My dreams always portrayed Edward and me painfully moving away from each other, like an elastic strap. I didn't know much else except for the fact that I wasn't in control of anything. I'm not sure if Edward was either. But when I would wake, it was like the malevolent grip on the suspenders finally let go, and he snapped back to me, cradling me tightly against him. Still, I couldn't rid the fact that sometimes my dreams were predictors of what's to come. . . Too many times did that happen in my past. . .
I was daydreaming out the window again when I went a tickle of leg hair brush against my smooth skin. I looked down to watch him fidget in the sheets. He turned his head to rest on the other side. Now his hair that was in complete disarray faced me. The sunlight danced on every strand, illuminating the lighter parts and making the darker patches richer. I sighed and felt my heart grow, beating in time with his.
There was something very alluring about this moment. I couldn't find it in me to reach over and wake sleeping beauty. I could already hear the grunts and moans of a Sunday morning deliberate wake-up shake. But, he promised. . .
So I leaned over to be closer to his ear and barely whispered, "Edward?"
Nothing.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly. "Edward?" I wondered if he was dreaming. I leaned further over his body and looked down at his closed eyes. I saw the skin of his eyelids flutter rapidly. He was dreaming. Don't wake him up. Don't wake him up.
While I debated my actions, I heard a deep inhale followed by a long, drawn-out exhale. Then he rolled onto his back nearly crushing me with the sudden movement. I giggled as I rubbed his arm. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair before open one eye and looking up at me. His lips curved up into a smile at the same time his eyebrow rose. I was happy that Edward generally woke up in a good mood. Before I could say a word he immediately grabbed me and pulled me into him.
"Ah! What are you doing, silly," I said through spurts of laughter. My back was against his chest and I could feel his morning erection poke my upper thigh. I already felt myself trickling, thankful there was something protecting my panties this week. Damn Mother Nature's evil redheaded twin.
"Five more minutes," he groaned into my neck before nuzzling deeper into the sheets like a little boy.
"Hey, Edward. . ." I said, looking down at the sheets, trying to draw an image in my mind of what his face looked like. Squinty eyes and pouted lips.
"Yes?" His hot breath poured a layer of goose bumps on my neck that rippled across my entire body. His lips barely grazed my skin and the need for them to touch me had me subconsciously moving into him. He let out a throaty laugh when he realized what I was doing and planted a kiss on the base of my neck.
"Remember you said you'd take me somewhere soon?"
I felt his body stiffen against mine.
"Did I?" He sounded serious and worried. I was so confused but I figured he must have forgotten.
"Sweety, it's a Sunday, it's sunny, and you promised," I hinted. And within seconds I felt his body calm and sink back down. Weird.
I turned around in his arms and saw dawn break over his eyes. "The meadow," he whispered, realizing.
We both smiled at each other longingly and I was miles away from the brink of reality. "Please?" I whispered, bringing my hand to stroke his hair away from his eyes.
"Of course, love," he cooed while kissing my delicate lips. After a soft peck he pulled back. "What time is it anyway?"
"Eleven thirty. We don't have to rush." I pulled myself back into his kiss, desperate to feel his slick tongue thrash with mine.
But he laughed into my mouth and grabbed my shoulders. "I want to rush. The sun peaks from twelve to two. That's when the meadow is most beautiful." He turned to gaze out the window, leaving his sharp jaw line level with my lips.
I will not be a tease. I will not be a tease.
"It's been so long…" There was a longing in his voice that pumped my adrenaline.
I jumped on my knees pulling him with me. "Well then come on! Let's go!"
**
The scenic walk to Edward's meadow was about thirty minutes. The path for hikers ended a couple of yards back, leaving me treading through the thick bracken of the forest floor. The leaves crunched with every footstep and I had managed to catch up with Edward just as the toe of my shoe caught a fallen branch.
"Whoa!" He said, catching my fall. "Let me guess. The branch moved and tripped you?" He knew me so well.
"Shut up," I joked, suppressing a smirk.
He bent his knees slightly and held his hands out behind his back waiting. "Hop on, you monkey." I slowly stepped over the thick patch of leaves and almost choked on my breath when my eyes glanced at him. The angle he was bent at revealed an inch of skin between his waist band and t-shirt. No boxers? God, help me.
I straightened out my jacket and adjusted my jeans before jumping on his back. His strong arms lodged themselves behind my knees as he effortlessly continued through the forest. The heat of his back seeped into my chest and I was now aware of the suspenders that I was leaning against. Yes. I was no longer mortified that Edward knew about my fetish. He embraced it and seemed quite turned on by it. I was definitely not complaining.
My hands wrapped around his neck loosely while we approached a clearing in the distance, surrounded by the hooded forest. It was the only area around us that welcomed the full capacity of this bright sun. It was rare in Forks to have such a perfect day. The colors were magnificent as the sun's sharp rays starting darting through the canopy of trees like spotlights. It made the forest floor appear as marble, where every swirl of lit up leaves connected fluidly with the darkness of the rich soil and fallen branches. Edward followed the poking sunlight until we stood at the edge of where the shade met the bright green grass of the meadow. The sky was cloudless, just a seamless blanket of light blue that seemed to reflect off his green eyes, making them sparkle.
Edward's meadow. The same meadow I had seen in my dream when I was only nine years old.
"It never changes," he whispered, gazing out into the open field, still holding me.
I leaned into his ear. "I like that idea…" He turned his head to meet my eyes, urging me to continue. "It's like me and you. My feelings for you will never change," I said, smiling into his eyes. "Only-" but before I was able to finish he crushed his lips to mine, digging his long fingers into my waist as they crawled under my shirt. I was practically lifted off the ground by his enthralling kiss.
"Only get stronger," he moaned, finishing my sentence before setting me down on my feet and lacing his fingers between mine. Then, together, we stepped into the sunlight. The meadow always evoked a side of Edward I adored: his sensitive side. I swooned while our hands swayed in the warm breeze. I forgot about the backpack I was wearing until I realized we needed something to sit on.
"You packed the blanket right?"
"Yup," I answered, swinging the bag in front of me and pulling it out. He helped me lay it down neatly before crawling on it and collapsing on his back. He sighed heavily through a wide smile as his hand found mine. Perfection.
It was half passed noon. The sun hadn't peaked yet, but I still felt it boil into my skin, igniting every empty pore and filling it with warmth. It was only when he called my name that I realized most of the heat probably came from the fact that Edward was leaning into me, kissing my shoulder.
"Bella, are you daydreaming again?"
I softly chuckled. "No, silly. Just admiring your meadow."
"Our meadow," he corrected. And I loved him a little bit more for it.
We both sat up to take our jackets off since the weather was warm enough now. I wore a white tank top, revealing a lot of skin that I normal covered up. Cleavage, shoulders, back. When I looked over at him, he was pushing his arms out of the navy blue suspenders and pulling his grey t-shirt over his head. Stay, Bella. Sit. Good girl.
His tight stomach lay flat and descended into my point of interest now. The tiny trail of hair leading down to his pants' waist band. I felt so young and giddy when I found myself tracing the outline of what I imagined to be his dick with my eyes. Stop!
"Have you forgotten what I looked like naked, love?" He pulled up one side of his lips into a genuine smile, revealing some teeth.
Quickly shifting my head to the meadow but keeping my eyes on him, I smirked. "How can I forget that sight?"
He inched closer to me, eyes beginning to get clouded with desire. "Is it, hard to forget?" And closer.
My breathing accelerated. "Very. . .hard. . ." I was staring at his hands brushing over his lap as he continued to move closer to me.
"You know what else is hard?" His voice was dark and husky and his eyes were completely lust-ridden. I tried to stifle a moan but failed.
"Mmmm, what?"
The tips of our noses were practically touching now when he grabbed my hand, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Staring at each other, he moved my hand to his lap so I was able to feel just how hard he was. "Me."
His cargo pants felt like silk all of a sudden as I grazed my fingers along the length of his arousal. With a slight flutter of his eyes, he bit his lip, and I felt his dick twitch under my touch. "Bella, do have any idea what you do to me. . ."
Suddenly, my erotic side kicked in ready to be served. "Show me."
His brow furrowed while still gazing into me. He knew it was a 'bad week'. So why would I be asking him to show me? "Show me what I do to you," I whispered against his lips.
He exhaled sharply while tightening his fingers around my wrist. Slowly, he began rubbing my hand over his throbbing cock. His eyes bored into mine like flames burning the wick of a candle. I was melting into him. And just as he pouted his lips on mine, I stopped him. "No."
I saw confusion flicker over his face so I immediately acted to calm him. I sucked in his lower lip that protruded out in a pitiful style. This kiss was passionate, saving the tongue thrashing for later. Right now, it was just about Edward and me and the tender love we felt for each other. But I still felt his face twist in confusion, so I pulled back, cupping his jaw in my palms. "I want to see you touch yourself."
I felt his fingers loosen around my wrist and I reeled my arm back in to my lap. I looked at him with a longing and a desire. He was beginning to understand my request. I just think he was a little embarrassed. I don't know why. After all, it was me. The fact was that this was a first. He had never immersed himself into his own touch before in front of me. He never had to. But right here, right now, in our meadow, I wanted to watch him writhe in his palm and engrave the memories of his facial expressions when he came in his hand. It was so erotic and I was embracing it. During this time of month, I was always more sensitive, like my nerve endings were closer to the surface, and every brush or sweep against the area would ignite a flame between my legs. The embers and sparks flew all around me as I watched his hand dip below his jeans.
"Come on, Edward. I know how badly it wants to break free. . ."
He bit his lip roughly and I felt his eyes burn holes in mine. The sun that was almost peaking in the sky had little to do with my warmth now. Just as I was going to speak, my eyes darted to his crotch. I saw the movement of his hand through his jeans and felt a surge of pleasure rock my inner core, causing my legs to twitch. He tilted his head at me, somewhat amused at how I seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as he was.
I kept my eyes on his moving bulge and the movement of his knuckles that crawled up and down from behind his jeans. I felt myself start to breathe heavily and glanced at him. His eyes were glassed over while together working him into whirlwind of passion.
"Those jeans look tight on you, Edward. Your cock is going to rip a hole in them if you don't free it," I said. And without my approval, my hand flew up to my breast and starting rubbing it over my shirt.
His lips further parted as a low moan escaped his throat. I watched as his eyes lowered to my grasping hand and then back at me. His silence was rather intriguing. He let me lead.
"Edward, please. I need to see you, baby."
Without sparing another second, he extracted his hand from inside his pants, kicked his shoes off, pulled his suspenders off his shoulders, lifted his hips, and lowered his jeans down his legs. My eyes widened as his full erection sprung free from the confines of his pants. "Shit," he moaned.
"Mmmm, much better, right?"
He nodded nervously, eyes still inside of mine, while splaying his hand over his lower stomach before wrapping it around his cock. I looked down at the space between us. I sat on my butt, with my knees bent and feet flat on the blanket. He sat the same way, facing me. And as if he could read my mind, he inched closer to me, lifting his butt and crawling over the empty space until his legs surrounded mine, the insides of his knees touching the outsides of mine. I was completely surrounded by him.
Failing to resist temptation, I ran my fingertips up and down his bare legs and watched as his hand instinctively stroke his cock over and over again.
"That's it," I whispered, staring at his movements, "Make it feel amazing."
"Bella," he whispered back, unable to get anything else out. He simply continued stroking. His long fingers encapsulated his long, thick dick, and spread out as far as they can to cover most of him. But I realized that he didn't have me to…lubricate him, per say.
"Wait." His eyes popped back up to mine, having shut in the midst of his intense yanking. "Give me your hand," I commanded.
I held it in both of mine and began with his pinky, slowly descending my lips upon it. I made sure it was soaked before moving onto the next finger. I sucked and licked and even moaned onto one of them until most of his hand was wet. I looked down when I got to his thumb and watched his dick twitch with delight. "All better."
I heard his breathing get heavier as his freshly lubricated hand starting working his dick again. Up and down, up and down.
"You know, Edward, our anniversary is next weekend," I mentioned. His eyes darted to mine in confusion again, but I quickly resolved it. "How hard are you going to fuck me?" I bit my lip harder than usual while pronouncing the "f" in fuck.
A low moan crawled from his throat as his strokes became rough and erratic. He let his head fall back and eyes close. "Bella, Bella. . ." His eyes squeezed shut tightly, a subtle indicator that he was getting close.
"Yes, babe?" I rubbed his legs harder, mesmerized by his hand working his cock into a complete frenzy. His balls were tightening against his body, begging for a release.
"So…hard. I'm gonna mmmm fuck you so…hard," he said, in between panting breaths. Then he brought his eyes back to mine and stared into them. They were so heavily hooded with lust and passion while his lips were full and parted. His eyebrows furrowed as he worked to sustain his rapid pumps. The sweat that gathered on his forehead and neck made him almost shimmer in the direct sunlight, which was now peaking over us. The hottest time of day.
Oh, yes it was.
"Love. . .you look like you're going to cum." I said, moving my hands down his thigh. "I want you to look at me when you cum."
"Bella, my GOD. . ." he breathed, jerking his cock roughly through his palm. His fingers gripped his dick firmly, tightening them around the base and violently pushing upwards while he hissed and moaned. It made my clit twitch and I silently cursed Mother Nature to death.
I ran my hands down his chest, tracing the dusting of hair that led to his aching center now. Then I parted them and ran my fingertips up his thighs and grasped his knees.
"Fuck, Edward I wish I could have you inside me right now," I moaned.
"Shit. . ." he breathed, thrusting his cock into his hand.
"Pumping in and out me with reckless abandon. . ."
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
"Bella. . ."
Firm, hard, yanks.
"And feeling my walls collapse around you while I drip all over you."
Tug, tug, fuck.
"Oh, God, Bella. . ." he grumbled. His face was contorted into a lust-ridden expression of bliss as he neared his peak.
"Fuck, Edward. Cum for me!" And as I flew my hand over to grip and massage his balls, he screamed into the sky. "Bella!"
"Edward, baby, let it all out…" I moaned, fondling his balls. And just as he flipped his head back to lock our lustful stares, his release squirted from his throbbing cock all over his stomach that was rising and falling quickly with his rough panting. I felt his balls spasm and watched as his dick pumped out more cum with every last stroke. His jaw was tightly clenched as he moaned again, bringing his body down to Earth while his orgasm rippled throughout it.
He brought his head up and looked at me longingly. Those eyes were my home. I was safe inside them. I always knew what they were saying to me and right now, I needed him. So I crushed our mouths together, feeling his soft, wet lips massage mine with a passion that came deep within his heart. I felt his arm on my body while he stroked himself one last time, moaning hardly into my mouth. The vibration of his lips on mine caused me to do the same and my fingers quickly found his hair to bury themselves in.
"I love you," he moaned against my lips between kisses.
"I love you, too, Edward," I said, before my tongue dove back into his mouth, breathless and on top of the world.
**
EPOV
She kept on proving herself to be perfect over and over again. With every soft kiss, every verbal tease that came out so innocently, every bat of her eyes, and every "I love you" felt like the first time every time. And when we made love, it was like intertwining with the half that made me whole. And, God, when she said my name…
"Edward?"
I jumped at how quickly her voice bounced me back into reality.
"Your hand, Edward."
I realized I was gripping her hair so tightly that it was pulling at her scalp.
"Oh! Sorry, love," I said, unwrapping my fingers from her gentle waves and smoothing it with my palm. I placed a kiss where I had been pulling and felt her exhale deeply. "Tired?"
"Oh, no. Just very comfortable," she sighed, smiling while closing her eyes and resting her head on my chest. I nestled her little body between mine and her blanket. We were sitting on the living room couch watching the TV screen spasm while I flipped through the channels. Finally, I gave up and turned my attention to something worth while.
She looked so peaceful… until I attacked her belly with my inexorable, tickling fingers.
Her eyes popped open and she started laughing hysterically. "E-EDWARD!"
"Yes, love?" I continued attacking her while she writhed beneath me, laughing, trying to pry my arms away.
"HA! Stop! PLEASE!" I tickled my way to her sides and lowered my face to her neck.
"That's a first," I whispered into her skin.
She continued laughing and I continued my relentless tickle attack. Her body jumped and jerked below me. "What-HA, what's a first?"
"You telling me to stop!" And I did stop at the same time I said that, pulling my head back to smile at her.
"Why, you. . . tease!" She lunged forward and straddled me and I clutched her waist. "What now, Cullen?" She branded her hands on my wrists, pinning me down, and raised an eyebrow at me. Her lips curved into a smirk.
Fuck me.
I felt the heat of her center burn through my crotch and started getting hard just when the bell rang.
We both let out a defeated sigh simultaneously. "That would be Alice," I said. I knew it wasn't Alice. But Bella needed to find out gradually the progression of the night. It was Tuesday and Alice was coming to help me pack Bella's things.
We both rose to get the door and I stood behind Bella as she opened it.
"Rose!" Bella exclaimed, and the two embraced like old friends. I was happy that Rosalie got over her jealousy problem, or whatever the hell it was that made her act like a territorial alpha female.
"Hey, hun! Listen, Alice can't make it, Jasper had an extra ticket to a concert tonight in Port Angeles and he invited her. You know she's all over that." Oh, Alice. You're good, you.
"Aw, okay. That's fine. I'm glad she's happy." My Bella. Always happy for other people's fortunes. Perfect.
"Come on, Bella, Esme is in the car. Plus, Mr. I-never-met-a-hairbrush-before looks like he needs a nap," Rosalie snapped, eyeing me like a venomous beast. Bitch.
Bella turned and hugged me, kissing me once on the lips. "Bye, Edward."
"I'll miss you, love," I whined. We stood there, nuzzling our noses until Rose obnoxiously cleared her throat.
"Oops. Sorry Rose, coming!" And as Bella ran out I mouthed a 'thank you' to Rosalie and locked the door, waiting for Alice.
I felt a serene calm sweep through me with Rosalie's look as she left. Her eyes told me something. She realized I'm not a selfish, depressing jerk like she always thought. I just needed to find that special thing that would change me. And I did. I found my Bella. And, by some miracle in the sky, she felt the same for me, and illuminated my world. Even when the sky was overflowing with stars, I could only find points of light and reason in her eyes, no where else. And I was thrilled that my family and friends were starting to understand the depth of my love for her. And even if they didn't, it still wouldn't matter. Bella knew, and so did I.
The frequency of her dreams had become less and less. It still didn't stop me from thinking about it. I couldn't just forget about them so easily. Dare I say I was worried sick about them?
I do have my reasons to be a nervous wreck. First, Bella always told me that her dreams, in general, sometimes predicted the future. The first time I had taken her to the meadow, she admitted that she had seen it in her dreams when she was younger. It shocked me how insightful she was. It was as though she was attuned to me all her life, waiting for the moment our paths would cross. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for the same thing. That reason for being. . .
Secondly, I couldn't get the sound of her cries. "Edward…Stop!"
My stomach flipped each time that repressed memory broke the surface of my conscious thoughts. "Let Go!" I think I was more angry that nervous. I was angry because I couldn't conceive a reason as to why I would be doing anything harmful to her in her dreams. It was mind-boggling. I never projected a tint of anger onto her. And never will. . .
Suddenly, there a knock at the door and I quickly smoothed out the angry crease in my forehead. "Edward, open up!" Alice's muffled voice chimed through the wooden door while I walked over to let her in.
In her hands, she held shopping bags from stores I couldn't even pronounce. "What is all th-"
"Just some new things for Bella, no biggie. Now c'mon. We need to hurry." She walked up the stairs in front me like she was on some kind of sugar high, basically racing to the room. No sugar high. Just Alice.
I pulled the suitcase out of the closet and plopped in on the bed. "Okay, do your thing."
"Thanks. You might want to leave. Some of this stuff is, um, a surprise."
"A surprise?" I was confused. "I'm the one surprising her."
"I know, Edward," she muttered, saying something under her breath. "But when she
finds out what you did for her, she's going to want to thank you. Just leave." She waved
her arm at me, motioning me to leave. I was no longer going to argue with her. I decided
to leave before I caught a glimpse of Alice's naughty thank you's.
"Okay, but don't make it too obvious. She still needs clothes for tonight and tomorrow.
And for tomorrow night. . . and the flight-"
"Leave."
"I'm leaving!" I threw my arms up in defense and backed out of my bedroom.
Deciding to be as far away as possible from Alice, I ventured into the basement and found my suspenders still attached to my pants by the laundry. I smiled and picked them up, fingering through them.
"Suspenders," she whispered, nuzzled against me as we undressed each other.
"I had a feeling you loved these things," I breathed between soft kisses on her face.
I slipped them on and adjusted their position in the mirror, my mind wandering…
I leaned over the bed to grab the suspenders off the floor. Her eyes lit up and she blushed. My open book. I moved her legs up onto my shoulders and tied her ankles against them with the elastic straps. Under my arms and over her ankles. After double knotting each, there was still about four inches of suspender left hanging. Perfect.
"There," I whispered. "Now I can fuck you as hard and as fast as I want." I gave her earlobe a quick suck and pounded into her.
"Fuck! Edward!"
I current of pleasure electrified every nerve ending in my body. I shivered at the phantom sensation. God, she was getting me hard when she was miles away. . .I looked down at the stretched fabric of my pants, allowing my hand to graze over the tip. I moaned in response and arched my neck back before dipping my whole hand beneath my pants. I felt my own warm skin, the patchy hair, and then my full, throbbing erection. My fingers coiled around it and I stroked myself once roughly, twisting my hand at the head and slowly descending back down the soft, sensitive shaft. "Fuck," I whispered, distorting my face in order to suppress vocal reactions.
"Edward!" Oh yeah, Bella, scream my name, love. Shit. My hand worked fervently on my cock.
"EDWARD!" Louder Bella, scream as loud as you want. Mmmm. I was thrusting my hips into my enclosed palm now, having unzipped my fly and freeing myself.
"EDWARD!" Bella, I love how you say my name. It makes me so fucking hard, baby. It was amazing how real her voice sounded in my head. My breathing was heavy as I neared my climax. I felt my balls pulsate with the need to peak. My hand's motion was a blur as I stroked myself rapidly. I looked up into themirror and saw myself. I imagined Bella bent over in front of me. And upon closing my eyes, I felt her all around me. Squeezing her walls on my cock. That was all I needed. "Fuckkk. . ." I moaned.
I held my left hand out and caught everything that came shooting of me. I stroked myself a few more times, emptying everything from my aching cock. Shit, it felt so good. I hunched over and evened out my breathing before walking over to the basement bathroom and washing my hands.
"EDWARDDD! WHERE ARE YOU!" Oh… shit. It wasn't Bella's voice in my mind. It was my sister's voice.
"Coming!" Huh. You could say that again.
I hurried up the steps to find her impatiently waiting in the living room. "I'm done, she's all your's."
"Thank you, Alice. She's still in the dark with all this right?"
"Pitch black darkness. No worries, kid," she comforted. Her voice was confident and calming. And her eyes told me that everything would go according to plan. As she dipped her head to zipper her jacket, she spoke a warning. "Listen, Edward, just take care of her. You know how Bella isn't always so. . . graceful."
"Now it's your turn to leave," I stormed. I hated when they picked on Bella like this.
"No, Edward, wait. Esme called me while I was upstairs. She sneaked off to the bathroom while Bella and Rose were still getting their nails done. Bella confided in them about those dreams. I'm sure they don't mean nothing. Just keep an eye on my sister, okay? You're not the only one who loves her."
She smiled and hugged me. And all I could do was hug her back because she was right. My Bella had stolen the hearts of m whole family and with that thought, she was coiled a little tighter around my finger.
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