Bella POV:

            Edward and I had been going out for about 3 weeks now. We hadn’t actually gone on a date “date”. He just came over everyday, helped me watch the girls. Then when we’d put them to sleep, we’d lay on the couch just holding each other. He had fallen asleep here a few times, and other nights when I just couldn’t take it he’d stay over, he’d just hold me. I loved being in his arms, almost as much as I loved him.

He loved me, too. Why I couldn’t imagine. He was this perfect Greek god, and I was a Plain Jane, nothing special. But he was, oh, how special he was. His beautiful bronze hair, his perfect lips, his rock hard chest, his bone white pale skin- paler than mine even, and his eyes…his eyes were another matter entirely. They appeared to change color, imperial topaz to blackest onyx. I also noticed he was crabbier when his eyes were black. And the way he never seemed to eat, not once in 3 weeks had he drank or ate anything. At first I though he was anorexic, but his rock hard chest and arms proved otherwise. A lot of things about him weren’t normal. When he slept over, I’m not sure he really slept. He seemed impossibly fast, I had never seen him run or anything, but how he always managed to catch me when I tripped over my own feet. I had not hit my face once in almost a month. And he was so strong, I know I’m not exactly one to be fighting off a guy anyway, but the strength he had when holding me, he wasn’t even trying that hard. Yet when I was in his arms I couldn’t move an inch, not that I wanted to, I’m just saying. Something about him told me to be scared, but I wasn’t, I only ever felt safe when I was with him, felt my girls were safe, felt his love.

He was extremely outdoorsy, camping trips every weekend. I was never one for camping, so I never asked to go with him. Besides, he went with his family, that was time I didn’t want to intrude on. I was amazed how close they were to each other. I had never met them, but when he talked about them. His father, especially. His adoptive father, if you want to get technical. Carlisle, he worked at the hospital with Edward. The way he spoke about him…such respect and pride. And his adoptive mother, Esme, she sounded so kind and compassionate. His brothers and sister, I knew he loved them by the way he talked, but I could tell they were like any other siblings, constant fighting.