The Morning After- Chapter 3


Disclaimer- I use a lot of Stephenie Meyer's material from the book, including dialogue. And obviously the characters too!

After our flight, we were greeted by my slightly hysterical family. Their concerned thoughts ranging from Esme's furiously overwrought notions, to Rosalie's pleas of apologies, and most painful of all Carlisle's smooth voice, full of pain and hurt, claiming We thought we lost you Edward. He gave me a look that meant that we would talk when I got home after I had settled Bella in.

I looked at Bella's eyes recognizing slight embarrassment and some other troubling emotion I couldn't explain. Wanting to save her from any other pain, I looked in the direction of the troubling situation and saw Jasper and Alice staring into one another's eyes, caught in a beautiful moment of relief and gratitude. Sensing Bella's discontent in the first place, I was not surprised when she quickly looked away, averting her eyes from their tender, and private moment.

As we arrived at her house, I could hear the surprise, pain, and protectiveness in Charlie's thoughts. After taking Bella up to bed, I silently berated myself as Charlie made his feelings for me clear. He made sure that I understood that I was no longer welcome in his house, among other things. After he asked me to leave, I had Rosalie and Emmett drive home, assuring Rosalie that while I had forgiven her, I was still upset with her. When I got back to the house, I asked my family for a raincheck on our serious discussion. They said yes while making sure I understood that they would not let me back out on it but also my reluctance to be away from Bella. I ran back to Bella's, knowing that I had some time before she would wake from her slightly comatose state, I decided that I would wait in the woods until Charlie decided to turn in for the night. While I was waiting in the woods, I discreetly picked Charlie's brain for any other information that Bella had neglected to tell Alice. At around 9:30 I heard Charlie's mind declare it is was time for bed, and at 10 I was relieved to hear his snoring.

I snuck into Bella's room, bringing a melancholic de ja vu from better nights forward into my mind, and watched as she slept. Without her sleep talk to distract me, I decided my time would best be used to formulate a plan about what I would say to Bella when she woke up. I decided that I would ask for her forgiveness and silently agreed with myself that despite what little dignity I had left I would grovel at her feet if I had to.

A little before 1 I heard her heart beat speed up, giving me plenty of notice, so I was not surprised when she inhaled deeply willing herself awake. I tenderly stroked her forehead not wanting her to be startled when she opened her eyes to me sitting at her bedside. Suddenly she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. After a moment she opened her eyes, looking up at me, and threw her fist abruptly over her eyes. By now I was completely confused; did she want me to leave without talking to her? Impossible I thought; she was always to curious for her own good and I knew that she had a thousand and one questions that she would want answered. But maybe she didn't want me to answer them. As I was debating on whether I should go get Alice, she opened her eyes again.

"Did I frighten you?" I asked nervously.

She paused for a moment, blinking twice as a slightly distraught expression spread over her moonlit features.

"Oh, CRAP." She whispered roughly.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Was I the source of her sudden outburst?

She frowned at me, "I'm dead, right?" moaning slightly, "I DID drown. Crap, crap, crap! This is gonna kill Charlie."

I frowned right back at her, "You're not dead." This explained her earlier reaction.

"Then why I am I not waking up?" she asked defensively, raising her delicate eyebrows.

"You ARE awake, Bella." No wonder Charlie wanted to kill me, I had completely messed up her ability to distinguish between nightmares and real life.

She shook her head, unbelieving of the truth. "Sure, sure. That's what you want me to think. And then it will be worse when I do wake up. If I wake up, which I won't because I'm dead. This is awful. Poor Charlie. And Renee and Jakeā€¦" She trailed off in horror. I wondered how long it would take for her to see the reality of the situation.

"I can see where you might confuse me with a nightmare." I smiled humorlessly, waiting for her to ask me, as polite as she was, to get out. "But I can't imagine what you could have done to wind up in hell. Did you commit many murders while I was away?" I tried to discreetly look in her eyes for some clue to tell me how she was responding to all of this. But she quickly grimaced in response to my sarcasm.

"Obviously not. If I was in hell, you wouldn't be with me." I sighed not letting myself hope to much as to what that meant. But I could feel how her simple words warmed my icy heart and started to fill the empty hole in my chest. Suddenly I saw her eyes getting clearer as my words and our situation began to sink in. She quickly glanced out the window at the darkness, away from my face, and back again. Then she did something that made my heart burst with the need to hold her safely in my arms again, she blushed.

A/N- okay I know it was like COMPLETELY cruel for me to leave off at that part but I feel like this is a turning point for Edward, because I think that when she blushed he no longer felt that he would fight for her forgiveness but instead he knew that if she turned him away, he would never recover. Basically the same way that Bella felt when it actually hit her that Edward "didn't" want her, and she saw her whole world crumble around her. Edward realizes that he could never live without her again the moment he sees her not just alive but living. Okay sorry done with my obsessive analysis! Also I'm really sorry that my chapters I soo short! Please, please, please leave me reviews, if people don't leave me reviews I basically stop writing so, yeah REVIEW!!!