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One Night in Vegas

Chapter Fourteen

Bella's Point of View

I felt Edward's eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen to turn off the stove. Most people would think I was being safe, but in reality I was just stalling. I knew we had to talk, and I knew that time was now, but I was afraid. Afraid how this would end, afraid that he would simply look at me and smile and I'd forget what I was suppose to be doing. I needed answers from him. I couldn't allow myself to forget that like I had only moments before.

I grabbed the hand towel that hung over the handle to the stove and wiped my hands off as I turned to face him. "Bella?" He murmured softly, taking a step toward me with his hands out stretched, wanting me to get into them.

I took a deep breath and stepped back. "Please, don't touch me Edward." I said looking down at my feet. Absent mindedly; I threw the hand towel off to the side and took another deep breath. It was now or never, but where did I begin? I bit my lip and lifted my head to meet his pain filled gaze.

"You want to leave?" He asked softly, his voice cracking slightly on the last word. I didn't say anything for a moment. I just stood there and watched as he clenched his fists at his side because I could no longer bear to look into his eyes.

"I don't know." I said honestly. "Maybe, it all depends."

He swallowed hard and I noticed that he was shaking now. "Can you tell me what brought this on?"

I thought of the news paper and slowly lifted my head to look him in the eyes once again. "I can show you." I said taking a step forward. I would start with the article in the paper, and then move to the whole high school ordeal.

Edward followed behind me as I lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairway to our bedroom. How much longer it would be just that I wasn't sure. I walked over to the newspaper that lay in the middle of the floor, wincing. I had left the room in a bigger mess than it was to begin with. Mess bed, clothes on the floor, and paper all over the place.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked, picking the paper off the floor and handing it to him. He took it reluctantly, but never lifted it to his eyes. He knew what was there. I knew he did, by the look on his face.

"If I had told you about it from the beginning, would you have let me go through with it?" He asked simply.

I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "Absolutely not, your father left you that company. He trusted it with you and now you are handing it over to some stranger? Not to mention it is ridiculous to think that we are going to spend the rest of our lives in this house jobless just because you can afford to do it."

Edward laughed and I frowned. "Jobless, Bella? Not quite." He took a deep breath and lifted the paper to his face for the first time. He examined it for a moment before folding it and turning to me. They way he had folded it only the picture of him and the girl was showing. "See that woman?" He asked and I nodded, biting my lip. "That's my cousin Tanya Cullen, my dad's younger brother's daughter; she is now the owner of Cullen Coffee, not a stranger. Unlike me, this is something she has always wanted since her early teens." I watched Edward turn and make his way toward the bed.

"I don't understand." I said as he sat down on our bed. "If it wasn't something you wanted then why did you take the company in the first place?"

"Because my mother told me to" he replied nonchalantly, straight forward.

I made my way across the room and sat down next to Edward. "Why didn't you just tell her you didn't want to? I'm sure she would have understood."

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, "Bella, you have never met my mother. It is impossible to tell her no."

I cringed, folding my hands in my lap and looked down at them. I had never met his mother and before now that didn't bother me. I was married to Edward and I hadn't met any of his family and that didn't seem fair. He met Charlie. "Okay." I said simply, still staring down at my hands. "I still don't understand why you didn't tell me."

Edward sighed, running his fingers through his messy bronze hair, "Because I didn't want you to try to talk me out of it Bella; I wasn't trying to be secretive and do it behind your back." He chuckled and I felt annoyance bubble up in my chest. What was so funny? "You and my mother have something in common. There is something about you both that I can't tell you no. I knew if I had discussed it with you, you would have told me to stay with my father's company and I would have, and I couldn't have that. I want a regular nine to five job where I can come home to you every night, not some empty condo in New York. Do you understand?"

I watched him drop his hands to his side and he stared at me with expectant eyes. I took a deep breath before biting my lip and nodding. I would have told him to stay and he would have been miserable. I would have been miserable with out him here, "I could have gone with you."

Edward shook his head. "You could have, but I wouldn't have asked that of you. Your life is here in Forks. Plus, excessive traveling is not only tiring and stressful, which nether is good for a healthy pregnancy."

"Edward," I rolled my eyes, "I'm not pregnant."

"Yet" He smirked.

I ignored his comment and sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees and placing my cheeks in my palms. "You know, as your wife, I'm required to make sacrifices; just like you are for me."

Edward groaned and jumped to his feet. "Bella, please, listen to me! "He begged. "I wouldn't have even dreamed to have asked you to make sacrifices for a job I never wanted in the first place."

I watched silently as he paced the floor, his hands back in his untidy hair. "What did you want to do? What's your dream job?"

He stopped and quickly turned his head to look at me. He looked shocked, but that quickly changed to joy as a huge smile broke out on his face. "Music," He said breathlessly, taking his seat back next to me on the bed. "I want to teach music to elementary children."

I couldn't help but smile. "Sounds good," I said softly, looking down. "If we are going to make this marriage work Edward, we have to be completely honest with each other, always."

Edward shifted, turning his body toward me, and nodded. "So," He said pulling my hands into his own, "Do you forgive me about signing over my father's business to Tanya?"

I looked into his eyes and smiled softly. "Yes," I said softly. "But there is something else I'd like you to explain."

He nodded and gently squeezed me hands. "Okay."

I looked him straight in the eyes and took a deep breath, "First, tell me, where did you go to high school Edward?"

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