The car ride was silent, as I went over the day's events in my head

The car ride was silent, as I went over the day's events in my head. The day had turned out pretty well. A great breakfast, shopping and buying everything in sight, the nice Edward accompanying me, and now we were going to dinner! I looked towards Edward to see if he was as happy as I was right now, but he wasn't. He wore a frown.

He must've still been stuck on the little joke I didn't want to tell him. I felt bad that I had an absolute magnificent day, and he was cheerless. I wanted to pull him out of the gloominess that clung to him. One of his hands was on the wheel, the other sat lightly on his leg. I reached over slowly and laid my hand on his.

"Thank you Edward, I had a really good time."

"Your welcome Bella, I'm glade you had a good time." He looked at me, his frown turning into a somewhat pleasing smile. I felt his hand slid from under mine as he placed it on top, grasping it firmly in his cold hard hand. I turned away to look out the window, as I assumed the rest of the car ride would be silent. Then I heard a musical laugh echo through the car.

I tuned back to look at him, with confusion written all over my face. What would make him laugh so unexpectedly? Did I do something funny? I don't remember doing anything funny. His laugh slowly died down in to soft hushed chuckles.

I was waiting for him to say something, or at least tell me why he had been laughing. But when he didn't say anything, I couldn't help the irritation that was in my voice when I spoke.

"Are you going to tell me why you were laughing?" His smile grew. Oh! Damn that beautiful smile! "What's so funny?"

"Why you of course, Bella." The confusion only got worse, I did nothing funny. Or at least I was pretty sure didn't.

"What about me?"

"Simply adoring," he whispered, almost as if he were talking to himself and not me.

"What is?"

"You, trying to comfort me." He knew me way too well.

"Oh, well, I just thought since today wasn't the most exciting day for you that I could at least try to bring some happiness to you."

"What are talking about?" His eyes met mine, with the same crooked smile on his lips. "You don't think I enjoyed myself today?"

"Um, well, you don't look so good."

"On the contrary Bella, I absolutely enjoyed myself. Your smiles were enough. I just can't completely get over how much you've had to endure with me." I saw as his happy smile stretched downward, he face serious and full of pain again. "I've been terrible to you."

"No, um, you weren't that bad." By the sympathy look he gave me for my poor acting skills, I could tell he didn't buy it.

"You really are a bad liar."

"No, really, you were just," I thought for a moment, "really playful."

"Bella, there's a significant difference between being playful, and being a criminal. I'm supposed to be the one protecting you not the hurting you." Ok I had to admit, he was a criminal, but I didn't want to bring him down more by agreeing with him.

"Yeah, but Edward, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, I was the one who-" My voice cut off as his head jerked in my direction, his wide panicked eyes pricing mine.

"Bella," his face was beyond words, full of anger, pain, panic, sadness, all at once. "Bella, please, please, don't blame yourself for me. For once, let me torture myself."

"I'm sorry." I swear, if Edward could cry, he would have been bawling. But instead, he just looked like his insides were being slowly ripped out of him. Oh great! I just made it worse. "I mean, I'm not sorry!" My voice was full of panic, panic to do whatever was necessary to make him feel better.

I only realized the car was stopped when Edward took his hand off the steering wheel, and leaned back in the seat. I looked out the window to see where we were. It was a resterant, but not one I recognized. This one was one I had never seen.

"Where are we?" He was silent, as his eyes met mine, a half smile on.

"A place I hear is good. I've never personally eaten here, or been here, but I think you might like it." I looked back out the window. It was still light outside, but the brightness of the building could still be seen. It looked really fancy, too fancy.

I felt my body slip as Edward opened the car door. I didn't even hear him get out. He grabbed my hand and led me out smiling. He shut the door and we started walking towards the restaurant hand and hand. His body stayed very close to mine as we walked. It felt like everything was repeating its self, except this time I was the one having fun.

We were half way to the restaurant when I spotted something out the corner of my eye. My heart jumped with excitement and I pointed at a nearby playground.

"Ooooooo!" Edward jumped, not sure whether to panic or protect.

"What's wrong?" He asked stopping and turning my whole body towards him.

"Playground!" Yes it was completely childish. But I loved swings, and I hadn't seen one in who knows how long. I jumped up and down pointing, "Can we go?" He didn't respond, and I wondered if he was mad at me for running the occasion with my immature demands. His face was unreadable, as he tried to read my sudden mood change. "Please?"

"Playground?" He asked, his tone suspicious.

"Right there!" I jumped as I pointed to it. He turned for a split second to look, and met my face again. He frowned at me trying as hard as he possibly could to try to understand me. "Please?"

His grip around my shoulders loosened, as a smirk crossed his lips. "Of course." At those words, I grabbed Edward's hand and dragged him over to the playground. Although it physically wasn't possible for me to drag Edward anywhere, it still felt like it. I was so excited!

At the last possible steps to the playground, I let go of Edward's hand and flew myself in the woodchips, sprinting towards the swings. Edward followed with ease, matching my speed of excitement. I jumped on the swings and swung my legs out into the air.

Edward didn't swing, but he sat on a swing next to me with a silent smile. I swung what felt like a long time, before I started to slow down. I let my feet brush across the woodchips, as I tried to slow myself down. The swing slowed and slowed until, I stopped. My breathing was heavily, my heart out of control, and my legs tired out.

I looked beside me expecting to see Edward, but he was gone. My head jerked around searching for him with alarm. I heard a soft chuckle of Edward behind me, as his cold breath tickled my ear. "I'm still here. I saw you were tired, so I thought I could be more useful this way. I felt his icy hands slid on to mine, griping the swing through my hands, and giving me a light push.

The swing swayed away from Edward, and then gradually it came back. It was nice having nice Edward. I was enjoying it very much. Perhaps I could forgive him. I brushed my feet across the woodchips.

I heard a soft chuckle from Edward as he didn't deviate from the pattern he whispered, "Do you not to swing anymore?" I nodded my head. I was pretty much done, with the swing.

I felt his hands slip off of mine, as he went to take a seat on the swing he had been on before. He stared at me, his eyes holding half amusement and half confusion. "It's amazing what brings you joy."

"You bring me joy. No matter what happens, I still could never live without you." I hugged him close and laid my head on his shoulder to close my eyes. He seemed hesitant at first, but then he put his arms around me, which was comforting.

"Are you ready to sleep?" He asked, letting his fingers trail through my hair. I nodded, as my stomach let out a loud growl. I tore my face from his shoulder to see if he had heard what I heard. Which was stupid, of course if I heard it, he heard it ten times louder then I did. "Hmm, that does present a problem doesn't it?"

He glanced at the restaurant and winked at me, sending shivers down my spine. "Shall we?" My opened eyes were still adjusting to the light. I shook me head, smiling. I was hungry, but I'd much rather sit here and not move. He laughed at my juvenile behavior, but at the same time happy by my answer. It seemed we both just wanted to sit and spend time with each other.

He planted another soft kiss on the top of my head, his eyes gleaming. "You know, I want what's best for you."

"That's not best for me right now." I snickered.

"That's not what your stomach says." He smiled again, letting me run my fingers through his all too silky hair.

Edward took my hand in his cold grip and led me to the restaurant again. "Well, that was a fun little past the time activity. I certainly wouldn't mind doing that again."

"I like it too." I gleamed at him, "a lot!"

"Excellent." We walked towards the two double doors, my hand in his, the way it should be.