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Chapter 13 – Text Me
BELLA
We sat under the stars, until I realized I had left Jake alone too long. "We should get back to Jake."
"He's fine. I've been watching him," he said tapping his head. "He's still dreaming. When he stops, I know he's awaking up."
I wanted to trust Edward. I really and truly did, but what he'd said was so farfetched. I tried to relax and enjoy my time with him, but I was dying to go check on Jake.
"We need to go now," he finally said helping me up off the ground. He didn't let go of my hand, because he needed to lead me to the path.
"Is Jake okay?" I asked as he started pulling me faster.
"Yes, but he's awake, and Sam isn't sure what to do for him."
"Can you read Sam's mind, too?" I asked.
Edward just laughed. "No, but I can see through Jake that he's licking Jake's toes and whining. He doesn't know how to settle Jake back down."
It was moments later that we came rushing forward into the house and sure enough, Jake was sitting up crying, and Sam was licking his feet. When Sam saw us, he gave up a whimper and plopped down as if he was giving up. I picked up Jake, and Edward petted Sam, telling him he'd done a good job. For a dog, Sam was a pretty good babysitter.
It was later that night, after Jake was asleep and Edward was almost asleep, that I realized something. If Edward could see Sam through Jake, could he see me through Jake?
"Edward," I whispered, but he didn't move. I shoved him, and he instinctively scowled at me. "Hey," I said trying to get him to wake up and roll over to talk to me.
He hummed his answer, "Hmm?"
"You saw Sam," I said.
"Mmm hmm," he answered still half asleep.
"Do you see me, when I have Jake?"
"Mmm hmm," he answered and rolled over with his back to me.
"So, are you spying on me or what?"
He rolled over surprised. "What?"
"You watch me when I don't know it."
"I was just checking on you. I don't watch all day. I usually only tune in when Jake is excited, laughing or crying. Most the time, I'm busy trying to focus on what I'm doing. It's not spying. I'm just making sure you're alright."
"I can take care of myself," I snapped.
"Right, because when a wild dog came to attack the chickens…"
I cut him off, "I had it handled! I could handle Sam, which is obvious, because now he's our babysitter!" I said defensively.
"Mountain lions," was all he said, and I pouted.
He chuckled. "What's the big deal? It isn't as if I'm watching you shower or change. I'm just making sure you're still conscious and not dead. If you could check on me, wouldn't you?"
"What?"
"If we had cell phones, would you check on me during the day? Especially when you know there are wild dogs and mountain lions on the island?"
Okay, he had a point. I shrugged noncommittally.
"Just think of it as me receiving a text that you're cool, alright?" he said and settled back down, closing his eyes.
"So, you can really read little Jake's mind and see what I'm doing?" I said leaning in as if I was a conspirator.
He opened one eye and looked at me, then closed it. "Yes," he said letting out a sigh. "Are you done?" he asked.
"No, but I guess I'll wait until morning."
He nodded in agreement and rolled over, turning his back to me again.
"Hey, Edward," I asked a few minutes later. He didn't answer, but I'd just had an awesome idea.
"EDWARD!" I whisper yelled. "Edddwwwarrrrd," I said in a sing song voice. "Edward," I snapped and nudged him.
"For the love of God, can't it wait until morning?" he finally asked.
"No, I can't sleep. I just got a cool idea, and I don't know if I'll remember it in the morning."
"You have a cool idea?" he asked skeptically.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, we don't have cell phones," I explained.
"Right, I pointed that out earlier," he said with an eye roll.
"But you check on me, like I texted you, right?" I reiterated what he'd told me.
"Right."
"Okay, what if we had, like, a code or something, so I could call you!" I explained excitedly.
"Ah, a code?" he sounded confused. "What do we need a code for?"
"So I can call you!"
"How exactly would you call me?" he asked.
"Okay, I was thinking about it, when you chop wood with your axe, I can usually hear the thumping. So what if I make a sound to call you? You'll know to check on us, and then you can answer me back with a thump. I'll know you're listening, and then I could convey a message through Jake to you, right?"
He raised a surprised eye brow at me. "That may work. We'll have to see how far out it works. You know, how far away we can be and still hear the ring tone," he said smirking. "So, what's your ring tone?" he asked.
I looked around, "Um, maybe banging the pot lid? That would be pretty loud."
He nodded. "Can I change my ring tone from chopping to something else?" he asked.
"Are you going to download P-Ditty?" I asked laughing.
"Yeah, of course," he said with another eye roll. He was getting worse than me. "How about I use my recorder? It's lighter to carry with me than the axe, and I can use different whistles to answer back."
"Genius, that'd be awesome. I could totally have a conversation with you!"
"What are we having now?" he asked.
"Smartass," I teased.
"My heavens, woman, you have such a dirty mouth. You really should watch your language around the baby," he said in a proper snobby voice.
"Right, but junior is sleeping, phone man," I retorted.
"Technically, it's Jake that we'll be using as a phone. I guess phone sex is out of the question," he joked.
I just chuckled at him, "Yup, definitely out."
"Alright, silly girl, it's time for sleep. I've been known to have a grumpy disposition if I don't get a good few hours in," he said settling in.
"Right, because you're just peaches and cream otherwise," I said teasing. He knew he was a cranky git.
"Don't annoy the crazy man, it isn't smart," he said snuggling down into the sheet.
"I thought you said you were sane?" I asked.
"Can you truly name any one person and honestly say they're completely sane, with no doubt in your mind?" he countered.
I thought about it. He was right. Everyone had oddities about them. "So, when did you figure out everyone was crazy?"
He shrugged. "When you can read people's minds, they can't hide it. Now, enough talk, sleep."
"Party pooper," I said sliding back into my place in the bed. "Hey, speaking of poopers."
"Bella, please, tomorrow," he begged.
"Fine," I huffed.
That night, when he started to stir from his nightmare, I sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, thinking of the stars that lit up the meadow. He settled down rather quickly and smiled softly in his sleep. For a crazy man, he was very handsome. Of course, using Jake as our phone would prove rather quickly whether Edward could really read minds or not.
I guess I would find out tomorrow.
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