Chapter 11:
People got the memo not to mess with me for the rest of the week after Monday which I was greatful for. We have a lot to hold against Tanya, but not much that we could do. If we sent her to court all they would do is slap her on the wrist with a ruler and let her go, which would do nothing.
It still didn't change the fact about how much it bothered me. She admitted to doing it which only made sueing her more worthless. Edward never spoke about it with me after that Saturday at his house. I guess I was happy that he listened to me when I told him not to, but now I want to know if the note spoke the truth. If he thought I didn't deserve him, then why would he still be with me?
"Is everything okay?" Edward asked and I snapped out of my thoughts. He had just picked me up for our date tonight. He said semi formal so I let Alice do her job. She dressed me in a black strapless dress that went down to mid-thigh. It was short. Really short. And it bothered me, but I guess I looked pretty good. I was wearing my hair in a pony tail with it curled and had a black rose pinned to the rubberband holding it back. I was just wearing my normal everyday black eyeliner and mascara. Alice had me in 2 inch heels that I have already almost fell in. Edward looked amazing as always. He was wearing dark wash jeans with a black button up. Alice had to have done something to make us color cordinate. I cleared my throat.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" I asked.
"You just seem a little out of it tonight. Or that you are hiding something. I don't know...something is just..off," he said and I knew he was trying not to offend me. But to be honest, I would have been more offended if he didn't notice something was off. I sighed and laced his free hand that wasn't on the steering wheel in mine.
"I just have a lot of things on my mind," I said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
"Not right now," I told him honestly. He nodded and squeezed my hand.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said.
"Thanks. I guess you look okay," I teased him. He smiled and winked at me. He already knew I thought he was a God sent to kill me by his beauty.
We pulled up to his house and I got confused. I thought he was taking me out? He opened the passenger side and took my hand. I stood up and he put his arm around my waist while leading to his backyard. I looked at him in confusion. He just smiled and kissed my forehead. I gasped.
The backyard was beautiful. The reflection of the pool lights in the night sky was amazing. There were a table and chairs set up on the sidewalk behind the pool and infront of the fountain. It was lighted with what reminded me of the lights you put on a Christmas tree on the edges of the table. It had a black cloth on it with two red roses in a vase and plates with a beautiful dinner prepared. I felt my eyes sting with tears. He did this all for me? Nobody has ever gone to this extreme just for me.
"This is beautiful," I whispered and he kissed my cheek while pulling me in closer to his side.
"You like it?" he asked.
"Do I like it?" I asked retorhically and looked at him like he has lost every bit of his damn mind. "I absolutely love it," I said and he smiled and kissed whatever expression off of my face.
"I asked Esme to help me put it together for you," he whispered and then we started walking towards the setting.
"Nobody has ever done something so nice for me," I told him and he smiled like he won the marathon.
"I am just expressing to you how much you mean to me," he said and he pulled out my chair.
"Thank you," I said while getting choked up. At the begining of the night I didn't think he thought I was good enough to be with him. This almost convinced me that I knew I was.
"I got your favorite drink," he said pulling out a diet coke. I smiled.
"I never told you that was my favorite," I said.
"But everytime you go somewhere this is what you order," he told me.
"You are way too observant," I muttered and he shrugged while handing me the can.
"But am I right?" he asked.
"Aren't you always?" I countered and he smiled.
"You have completely turned my world around. Did you know that?" he asked while we started eating. I swallowed the bite I had in my mouth.
"How?" I asked him. I was truely curious.
"I don't know..you just do," he said.
"Is that a good thing?" I asked getting worried.
"It is a great thing," he said and I relaxed and started eating again.
"This is really good," I said pointing at my food. And I wasn't just saying that to be polite. The dinner was simply amazing.
"It is something my mom taught me to cook when I was little," he said and his eyes were sad. His expression confused me.
"Oh...did Esme cook it tonight?" I asked wanted to wipe that sad expression off of his face.
"No," he hesitated. "Bella, there is something in my past that you should know about," he said and I looked at him curiously.
"Okay..," I said, waiting for him to go on.
"When I was 7, my parents or rather my biological father, put me up for adoption," he told me.
"I don't understand," I said honestly. Esme and Carlisle would never get rid of their children. I knew this for a fact.
"My biological name is Edward Anthony Masen. When I was 7 my biological mother died in a car accident. I was completely devestated. My biological father didn't know what to do with me after that. He took me down to child services and left me there alone with a couple pairs of clothing," he said and I closed my eyes, taking this in.
"Oh my goodness," I whispered. How could anyone be so cruel as to kick their own child to the curb? Especially Edward. My Edward.
"When I turned 8, Esme and Carlisle adopted me. They treated me as their own and no differently. To them it didn't matter if I was blood related or not, I was their son. Emmett was cool with it of course. As long as he didn't have to share a room he would say," Edward said laughing at the memory. It was good to hear him laugh. "Esme and Carlise showed me what true love is and haven't stoped showing me since. Even if that did include a few spankings on the way," he joked and I had to laugh with him. I grabbed his hand even though I knew I had a tear streaming down my face.
"I'm so sorry that happened. But to be honest, in a way I'm not. If you weren't with Esme and Carlise I don't think I would have ever met you and I love them for it," I said and he smiled lightly and wiped some of the tears away from my face.
"Is he still out there? Your biological father I mean," I asked because I wanted to know. He sighed.
"Yeah. I haven't talked to him since though," he said and I squeezed his hand.
"Are you angry about it?" I asked with concerned eyes.
"I used to be. But now I consider myself lucky. Carlise and Esme are amazing people. I truely love them with all of my heart. They changed my life for the better," he said and I smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad you see it that way. Because if you didn't I would have to knock some sense into that head of yours," I said and he laughed lightly.
"You are taking this much better than I thought," he said and I smiled and shrugged.
"It isn't like it changes who you are or who we are as a couple," I said and he took a sigh of relief.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You don't need to thank me. I apreciate you telling me," I said. "I feel better about us. Stronger," I told him honestly.
"Me too," he said and then grabbed my hand and I have seen this move before.
"No way am I dancing with you," I said.
"I just told you my very sad life story and you won't dance with me?" he looked and me and I gave him a small smile.
"I'm not going to feel sorry for you," I told him with a teasing smile.
"And you shouldn't," Esme's voice that came from behind me made me jump. She smiled at me. "Edward has gotten himself in enough trouble to drive us all crazy. I stopped feeling sorry for him the day after we brought him home," she said and I laughed lightly.
"Mom, Emmett and I only ate all of the cookie dough in the fridge because you put it there. You can't expect it not scream 'Eat me!' to 8 and 9 year old boys," Edward said and I giggled. I wonder how many times this has been spoken about at the Christmas table.
"Whatever, Edward," Esme said and picked up our dishes and brought them inside.
"Thank you for dinner," I called after her and she smiled. "It was delicious."
"Anytime," she said and walked back into the house.
"I love your mom," I told Edward like we didn't just have the conversation of her biological mother dying.
"You made a hell of a good impression on her and the rest of the family. Especially me," he said and it seemed like he has thought that before and decided to tell me just now.
"I'm glad," I smiled and he kissed me and tried to trick me into dacing with him. "I know what you are doing," I murmured against his lips. He smiled.
"I don't know what you are accusing me of," he said.
"Uh-huh," I said and pushed him back. Little did I know the pool was right behind him. I laughed at his expression as he came up and frowned at me.
"I swear I had no idea that was there," I said trying to hold back my giggles.
"Sure," he said. "Help me out," he told me and I grabbed his hands. Of course he would play the 'help me out' trick on me. He pulled me in right with him. I screamed and laughed.
"Alice is going to kill you," I told him.
"I will give her money to buy a new dress," he said and then took the burrett out of my hair to take it down. "It saddens me that you would wear a black rose," he told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well black is not a good color of the rose. It saddens the soul," he said.
"Since when did you come from the 19th century?" I asked and he laughed.
"I'm just saying," he said and pulled me into a hug while we were still in the water. I laid my head on his shoulder.
"You are a really good guy for a person with such a screwed up past," I said and I felt him smile.
"Thank you," he said.
"Your welcome. I really like you, you know?" I said.
"I know," he whispered.
"So don't screw this up, okay?" I told him and I closed my eyes.
"I wouldn't do that. I can't," he whispered into my ear and then I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with much passion as I wrapped my legs around him. He held his arms tightly around my waist while kissing me back. We pulled away and I was pushed up against the wall of the pool. Edward started kissing down my neck. I allowed myself to feel good and then I pushed him away after a minute.
"Edward, stop. This is something else we need to talk about," I said and he did and looked up into my eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"I am not ready to have sex just yet," I said.
"Okay," he whispered and nodded. I smiled because he actually listened and looked like he understood. I kissed him once more and then we got out of the water.
We went up to his room and threw on some dry clothes. Charlie thinks that I am at Alice's right now because it was 10. He knew that I had a date with Edward. That was when I told him I would be back there. I was planning on going back to her house...just not anytime soon.
We got blankets and went back outside to sit on the grass. I sat on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder.
"You sure know how to make an amazing first date," I said and he smiled.
"Only for you," he told me and I scuffed.
"You better be telling me the truth. I am so sick of boys and their bullshit," I said. He stayed silent and I looked up at his face. He looked upset. I looked at him in confusion.
"Why do you think I would lie to you?" he asked and I felt guilt wash over me. I hadn't ment it like that.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. What I mean was.." I tried to explain, but I knew I screwed it up. "Damnit," I said more to myself then him and stood up.
"Where are you going?" he asked and then pulled me back down to his lap. I sighed.
"Away. I always seem to screw up the most perfect situations," I said and buried my face in my hands. He rubbed my back.
"No you don't. You are too hard on yourself," he whispered.
"I made you upset. I honestly didn't mean to. I was just trying-" I started but he finished.
"To protect yourself?" he guessed and I sighed.
"Yeah," I said totally ashamed.
"Bella," he said and I looked him in the eye. "Some trust would be nice."
"I do trust you," I said automatically. That was the truth. I just had to finish telling it. "I'm just scared that I trust you too much," I told him in a whisper.
"You can trust me as much as you want. I won't hurt you," he said.
"You are the only person that can hurt me," I told him and in that instant I knew that I loved him. The words didn't need to be spoken because we already knew how much we meant to one another, and in my mind that was what true love was. It didn't matter if we had only been together for a couple weeks. It felt like years with him. And to me, time doesn't decide when love should happen.
