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I am shocked. My tongue and mouth cannot make words. This guy is amazing looking. Like Abercombie mode amazing. He has gorgeous hazel eyes. He has a seemingly bronze colored hair that was perfectly tousled. His suit was impeccable and he had a smile that could make any girl's panties drop.
How in God's good grace did I get this guy to marry me?
"Hi," he said. His voice was absolutely fantasticly perfect.
"Hi," I managed to choke out.
Look at his perfect body. Oh and he has on polished shoes and an amazing designer watch.
My eyes drift back to his hair. I never thought I'd marry someone with natural morning after hair. He could stun a blind person.
"My life…you look so much better than you did yesterday," he said as he stries to my bedside, flowers in tow.
"I feel good…thanks."
I take the flowers from him. They are the most amazing, expensive looking flowers I have ever seen.
"So…you're Edward?" I asked just to be sure.
I immediately saw the shock in his face. He recovered quickly with a smile.
"That's right. I am Edward. You still don't know me, do you?"
"I told you. I am sorry Edward. I am sure she will remember you if she makes a real effort," my mom chirped in.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Well, honey, these things are all about will power, I read. Mind over matter and that sort of stuff."
"I am trying to remember, jeeze. Do you think I really want to be like this?"
"We'll take it slowly," Edward says ignoring my mom and sitting on the bed. "Let's see if I can help you remember. May I take your hand?"
"I guess…okay."
He takes my hand. It's nice, firm, a bit cold but I ignore that. But, it's a stranger's hand.
"Bella, it's me. It's Edward. I am your husband. We have been married for two years."
I am too dazzled to reply. He's even better looking up close. His skin is smooth and pale. Normally that would be weird, but on him it worked. His teeth where perfectly white.
Oh my God…I have had sex with this man.
He has seen me naked. He has ripped my underwear off. Who knows what all we have done and I do not even know him. At least, I assume we've had sex and I've had my underwear off. It's not like I can ask him, especially with my mom in the room.
I wonder what he's like in bed. I run my eyes over his delectable body. Well, I married him…he must be pretty good…right?
"Is something on your mind?" Edward asked noticing my wondering gaze. "If you have any questions, just ask."
I know my face has now turned all kinds of red.
"Nothing…carry on."
"We met nearly three years ago," he said continuing, "at a reception at ABC. They make Ambition, the reality show we were both involved in. we married in June and we took our honey moon in Paris. It was wonderful! You were in love with the Louvre…do you recall any of this?"
"No…not really. Sorry."
Maybe my mom is right. I desperately tried to thank about the Mona Lisa or anything tied with Paris.
"Did we go up the Eiffel Tower?" I asked.
"Yes! We took pictures of each other! Are you starting to remember?"
"No. Paris…Eiffel Tower…just assuming."
"Ah…" he said with a look of disappointment on his face. There was a knock at the door and I called out, "Come in!"
Kate comes in, holding a clipboard.
"Just need to do a quick blood pressure check…" she breaks off as she notices Edward's hand in mine. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Don't worry!" I tell her. This is Kate, one of the nurses who has been looking after me. This is my mom, my little sister, and my husband who is called…"I met her eyes significantly, "Edward."
"Edward!" she said as her eyes lit up. "It's very nice to meet you Edward."
"It's a pleasure. I am eternally in your debt for looking after my wife."
Wife. This is all surreal. I am his wife. This is so grown up. I bet we have a mortgage and a burglar alarm.
"My pleasure. Bella is an excellent patient," she says as she turns and faces me to put on the cuff.
He's gorgeous! She mouths at me and I can't help but beam back.
It's true. My husband is officially gorgeous. I have never even dated anyone in his league before. Let alone marry them. Let alone go to Paris with them.
"I'd very much like to make a donation to the hospital," Edward tells her.
"That would be wonderful! We need help getting a new CT scanner."
"Maybe I could run a marathon for it? I run a different one every year for some benefit or charity."
I am busting with pride. None of my other boyfriends ever ran a marathon. Loser Mike could barely make it from the couch to the television.
"Well! It's a real pleasure to meet you, Edward. Bella your pressure looks great…is that your lunch there?" she asked me as she noticed my untouched tray.
"I forgot all about it."
"You must eat. Everyone, you can't stay too much longer. I know you want to spend time with her, but she is still very fragile."
"I'll do whatever it takes. I just want my wife well again," Edward declares.
Mom and Claire start to gather their bags but Edward doesn't move.
"I'd like a few moments, just the two of us," he says. "Bella, is that okay with you?"
"Oh…eh…fine."
Mom and Claire come to hug me goodbye. They promptly leave and I am left in silence with a guy I barely know.
"So…" Edward finally says.
"So…this is weird," I say with a slight laugh.
"Have the doctors said whether you will recover your memories or not?"
"They think I will. They just don't know when."
He walks over to the window an stares out of it for a few moments.
"So, it's a waiting game," he says at last. "Is there anything I can do to speed it up?"
"I don't know. Maybe you could tell me something more about our relationship?"
"Good idea," he says as he turns to face me. "What do you want to know? Ask me anything at all."
"Well, where do we live?"
"We live right outside of Seattle in a beautiful home."
He says this as though the words are capitalized.
"But, my business is loft-style living."
As he says "loft-style living" he makes a sweeping gesture across the room.
Wow. That's an upgrade from Port Angles where I used to live. I wonder what I can ask him next but all the questions that come to my mind just make it seem like I'm asking an interview. A very boring one at that.
"So, what do we like to do together?" I say after about five minutes of silence.
"We go to fancy restaurants, watch movies, sometimes fly out to see a Broadway show. Why, we just saw Wicked last weekend."
I can't believe I've seen Wicked and I do not even remember. How can I forget something like that? I remember reading the book and wanting to see it since it came out in 2003. Come on brain...please remember? Nope. Nothing.
I finally open my eyes and seem a bit dizzy. That's when I notice Edward looking at the rings on the counter.
"This is your wedding ring," he stated. "Why is it off?"
"I guess they took it off for the scans."
"Shall I?" he asks as he picks up my hand to put the ring back on.
I instantly feel alarmed.
"I...uh...no," I say as I pull my hand from Edward. He visually flinches and I try my best to explain to him.
"It's just...you're...a stranger."
"Of course," Edward says turning away, "How stupid of me."
Oh no. He looks so hurt. I probably shouldn't have said stranger. Maybe I should have said friend I don't know yet.
"I'm sorry Edward. I really do want to know you...and love you and everything." I bite my lip, worried. Guess I still had that old habit. "I mean you must be a wonderful person. You have to be if I married you. And you look amazing. I wasn't expecting anyone nearly as good looking as you. My last boyfriend doesn't come close to you."
Edward is now staring at me.
"It's weird. You're not yourself. The doctors warned me and all but I didn't realize it would be so...drastic. But...we'll get you back to yourself. We just have to. And just so you know...I love you, Bella."
"Really?" I ask before I can stop myself. "I mean...cool. Thanks!"
None of my boyfriends have ever told me they loved me. At least not like that. If they did it was either because we were pissed at each other and he wanted to make it stop or when we were having sex. This was grown up. I have to say something back.
But what? Love ya? I love you too? No. That's not right. I probably love you too?
"Edward, I'm sure I love you too. Deep down somewhere...and I'll remember. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but...we'll always have Paris. At least...you'll have it. And you can tell me about it."
Edward pats my shoulder and tells me to eat and rest.
"Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and remember everything."
"Let's hope. But, no matter what darling, we'll figure this out. Deal?"
"Deal."
He leaves and I am taking it all in. I can't believe everything I have learned today. Brad and Jennifer split, Harry Potter has a half-blood prince or something, Amy has blue hair and I'm married to a gorgeous man. I'm half believing this is just a dream and I'm going to wake up on the floor in Alice's apartment with the hugest hangover.
I know that Jake hasn't made an appearance yet, but...he does in chapter 9. So, let's just Bella a little time to try to remember and to relax before we bring sexy Jake into the picture :) Reviews are LOVED!
