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Chapter 5
"You don't have to do that, you know?"
"What?"
"This!" I pointed out,him holding me in his arms, while his scent all around me, enveloping me.
He smirked down at me,trying to hold me while unlocking the door at the same time.
"So what? Do you want me let you walk by yourself?"
I made a face knowing the pain it would cause me if I do. Momentarily, I have a hard time just breathing, pain my constant reminder at every intake of breath I took.
He chuckled at my face expression, finally opening the door.
"Here we are. It's not much...but, at least it's something."
"It looks...nice. Hell, certainly looks better that my place."
He murmured something that was so low, I couldn't quite hear the word. Meh, who cares anyway.
He slowly set me down on the couch, fluffing a pillow once or twice before putting it behind my back, taking the remote from the table and offering it to me.
"Watch anything you like, I'll be right back."
There was nothing on TV as usual, so it left me nothing but to check out Edward's tiny apartment. Well,as much as I could since I was lying down, which wasn't much.
As much as I could see, the small hallway was connected into a one big room with kitchen and living room, all in one. Next, the doors- one on the left and right- were probably a very small bathroom, and a bedroom. That was mostly it.
Soon enough, as he said, Edward brought a blanket, covering me from the neck below.
The couch was so small that I barely fit. Taking a chair from the kitchen, he sat right next to me, but even after a few moments he seemed to shift around a lot. It didn't really seem fair for me to really take all of that space, while he was struggling on that ugly chair that looked like it would break at any moment.
"I can't focus on the movie while you're constantly wiggling in that fucking chair. Here, I'll make some space for you."
"No, don't move, you're sick anyway, you need your rest. I'm okay."
"I'm not sick. I'm fine. Now sit the fuck down."
"Fine," he huffed, before sitting right next to me, lifting my legs and putting them on his lap.
Few minutes into the movie, I felt his hands on my feet, rubbing them soothingly. It felt so good, making me involuntarily moan.
He smirked. "See, I do know what you want, and like."
I rolled my eyes, showing a tiniest hint of smile, in the corner of my mouth. "Every woman seeks for attention, whether its a massage or something else."
He shrugged. "Fine, then I'll stop."
"No!" I spoke a little too fast, too loud.
The smirk was back, bigger than before.
Silence enveloped us again, and my mind started to wonder suddenly: who is this man? He came out of nowhere, telling me some bullshit reason, and suddenly starts following me around like a little puppy. And now, he is taking care of me, even after I acted towards him like a total bitch.
"Who are you?" I whispered quietly, yet loud enough for him to hear.
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, you came here from god knows where, feeding me with some story that I'm your wife..."
"Which is true..." he interrupted.
"...and that we have this little boy..."
"Also true..."
"And after all I've done...behaving like a total bitch, still... here you are, taking care of me like I'm someone special. Someone important. Why?"
"Because you're my wife, and even if you don't remember the vows we took that day, I do...I promised to take care of you, in sickness and health, to cherish you and love you, and I'm keeping that promise."
I sighed.
"Look... I don't want to be rude to you, because I'm grateful that you saved me and all, but again, I think you got the wrong girl.I'm not your wife nor will I ever be."
He quickly looked away, not wanting me too see all the pain and vulnerability he tried to hide. Poorly.
"I'm sorry." I whispered for no apparent reason.
He still didn't look at me, rather focusing on my feet, still rubbing them lightly. And he gave a great massage, I'll give him that.
Few moments later,he cleared his throat, asking for my attention, which he got. The trace of all sadness and pain on his face was gone. Only a slight smile now.
"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen." His hand stretched out towards me, just waiting...my face was furrowed, not quite understanding, until he asked for my name.
"Hi, I'm ...Anna." I blurted out the first name that came to my mind.
What is my last name?
I looked at the little porcelain figurine on the kitchen table, deciding that it will have to do for now.
"Swan. Anna Swan."
He was amused.
"What?"
"Believe it or not, that was actually your maiden name."
My eyebrow lifted. "Really?"
He nodded once. "Yep. And hear me out before you say anything else. I have something to show you that will convince you I'm not lying."
"By all means.." I muttered.
After waiting for a few minutes, he finally came back with a bunch of papers in his arms, slowly laying them down on the couch, right next to me. Pulling the specific papers he had in mind, he showed them in my hands.
"Here you go. See for yourself."
And I did. There on the white paper spelled with black letters was written everything I needed to know,what I've been searching for these last three years.
What do you guys think it is? I think it's kind of obvious...lol...
Thanks for reading. :)