Chapter Two: Emotional Overload

I had no idea how long Charlie had been gone, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my crying ceased. I was debating whether or not to just hit the hay when my stomach decided that sleep was not an option. Not an option once Edward heard the noise anyways.

“Bella dear, you should eat something.”

“I don’t really feel like it. I just want to go to sleep Edward,” I mumbled in to his chest.

I knew that I sounded irritated and it made me feel bad. I hated when I snapped at him, after all he was nothing but amazing to me. As if to prove me right I felt his smile against the top of my head as his hand lightly brushed the side of my cheek.

I sneaked a glance up at his face, seeing concern and determination blazing through his ocher eyes. He kissed me slowly, reassuringly, on the lips, as if trying to let me know everything would be alright. How he could know that. I wasn’t sure, but at the moment I believed him without a doubt.

As usual he pulled back far too soon for my liking. I heard his chuckle as I sighed in frustration.

“You know,” he began suggestively lowering his hands to rest on my lower stomach. “All you have to do is give the word and I’m yours.”

“Not a chance Edward.” I was going to stick to my guns. As tempting an offer as it was, his virtue, his soul, meant more to me. I could wait. I would wait.

His expression was disappointed for a moment, but then my favorite crooked grin replaced it. He grabbed both of my hands dragging us into a standing position.

“Alright then,” he said scooping me up in his arms and running me down the stairs. “Dinnertime for the human.”

He watched me poking around inside the cabinets looking for something quick that I could garble down. I found a can of Chefboyarde beef raviolis and decided that was good enough. I popped off the top, and grabbed a fork, immediately shoving one in my mouth. God, did that taste great.

A look at Edward showed me a face contorted with disgust. “You’re not even going to cook that,” he asked me sounding appalled.