"Edward, why are you home?" She makes her way upstairs while I remain silent.

When she finally reaches our bedroom, I hear her gasp. "Edward, oh God, are you alright?" She rushes to my side of the bed and crouches so she is at eye level.

"Sweetie, I'm home now, why didn't you call me?" I still remain silent but try to fake waking up. I don't know how my acting is, but she seems to be buying it. Her hand reaches for my forehead as she feels for a temperature I know I won't have. Then she pushes stray hairs away.

"Hey, you're home," I croak out.

"I am. What's going on? I was worried when I got home and saw your car. You never beat me home... and of all nights!" I see the look of disappointment in her eyes and hear the worry in her voice. She is concerned for me. I inwardly grin. My plan is coming together quite nicely.

"Chicken noodle soup."

"You want chicken noodle soup?" She appears so confused.

"Is that too much to ask?"

"No, but we don't have any so I will have to go to the store."

"I picked some up on my way home."

"Well, alright. I will go fix you some. I'll be right back." Her furrowed brow shows how worried she is for me. Leaning towards me, she places a chaste kiss on my forehead then stands. I hope she doesn't hate me for this deception. As she walks towards the door, she glances back at me and asks, "You never did say what's wrong with you."

"I just don't feel good." I shrugged. That seems to satisfy her for now. After she walks out, I pick up my phone and play with it to pass the time. No texts to return. Facebook is unchanged since I checked it 10 minutes ago. I don't have time to play Angry Birds, although, it's a sure way to raise my temperature. Deciding I should lay quietly, I reluctantly place my phone on the nightstand.

Bella returns a few minutes later with two bowls on a tray and two cans of Sprite. Sitting next to me on our bed, we enjoy our soup in silence. I want to come clean and tell her what's going on, but this is also so much more fun. I can only imagine the look I will get when she finally realizes what I've done.

"I can't believe you had to go and get sick on me." She plays with her soup spoon, moving the noodles around in the clear broth. "It's just not fair. I was really looking forward to tonight even though I had no idea what to expect. By the way, what was your plan?" She finally looked away from her bowl turning towards me slightly.

"Yeah, me getting sick sure threw a kink into things." She's the type that will continue to press for answers until she receives what she wants, so she will expect me to tell her my original plan. As much as I want to admit to her my fantasy, I decide now is the time to show her. "Hey, can you get me my water?" I place my soup on the nightstand and get back under the covers.

As she looks around the room, she asks, "Sure, where is it?"

"Bathroom."

She walks towards the sink. I see her retrieve the water but she puts it down to pick up the thermometer. I can tell her brain is working in overdrive. I wish I could hear what she is thinking. Has she figured it out yet?

"Edward?" Her tone of voice completely changed from concern to absolute confusion with a hint of mischief.

Not a word comes from my mouth as I bury deeper under the covers.

"You're not really sick, are you?" Peeking over the comforter, I continue to say nothing. She is leaning on the doorway holding the thermometer. She is shaking it as if she is preparing to take someone's temperature. Once she stops, she backs into the bathroom with a smirk on her face. The door closes behind her.

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Sentence teaser for next chapter: "Nuh huh, Edward. That's Nurse Bella's job."

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