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Mr and Mrs Cullen
“Bella…”
A soft voice interrupted my dreams of Edward and I groaned, rolling over and right into something hard and cold. I opened my eyes groggily, saw what – or more appropriately, who – I had rolled into, and hid my face in his chest.
“Bella,” Edward said louder this time, now stroking my previously-curly-now-oddly-wavy hair. His mouth brushed my ear, which sent shivers throughout my body, and he asked, “Ready to become a vampire?”
“What?!” I cried suddenly, trying to sit up but failing. I turned my head slowly, and was allowed to, and saw that Edward’s hand held my head down gently. If he hadn’t done so, I would have slammed the side of my head hard into his face, and the impact would have been enough to kill me instantly.
“So breakable…” Edward moved his hand to my cheek as he smiled almost pitifully down at me. “An excellent reason why you should be changed as soon as possible.”
“So now you’re a fan of the whole ‘Bella becoming a vampire’ thing?” I asked incredulously, and only now did he allow me to sit up. I pulled the sheets up with me quickly as I remembered the lack of clothing I had on, and he sighed.
“Bella, three seconds ago, if I hadn’t assumed what you were going to do, you would be dead,” He sighed again and looked away from me. “And last night… I shudder to think what would have happened if I had lost control for even a second last night.”
“But you didn’t,” I reminded him softly, remembering ‘last night’ and blushing involuntarily. “I’m glad you finally agree with me on the vampire thing though. So… Today then? I thought you said another week.”
“No, Jasper said another week,” Edward was smiling crookedly at me now, “He only said that to give me more time to accept it. They’re already here and settled, all of them. And they’ve brought you up your car.”
He grimaced, and I realized I had no idea what kind of car they had bought me.
“So get up, get dressed-” He laughed and I flushed “-and get ready for forever.”
He got up off the bed and was about to leave the room, but I asked, “Did I… Did I talk in my sleep?”


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