Disclaimer- I don't own any or the twilight books or anything like that
I sat on Bella's bed as I waited for her to finish her "human moment". I could smell her scent in every corned tempting me to find her as claim her blood as my own. I would not though as far as I was concerned she was the only one in our "partnership" per say that had a soul. I continued to brood on that until I heard Bella's "trying to be soft" footsteps, of course I could hear them perfectly.
I watched as she slowly opened the door in a pair of sweats her hair still wet. "Bella, love," I chided softly. "If you leave your hair wet with my laying next to you, you will catch cold."
"I know, in fact, I thought about that, but…" She hesitated which made me curious and slightly agitated, since I could not hear her thoughts.
"Yes?" I prompted subtly reminding her that I couldn't stand it when she hides what she is thinking from me.
"Well," she said, hesitating again. I fought the urge to groan. "I have something to talk to you about."
That only succeeded in making me even more curious. I wondered about what the thing she wanted to talk to me about was. It took me a half-second, no longer than it would take a human to merely to process what Bella had just said, for me to come up with two possible conclusions. Bella was addicted to something or, more likely, she had found someone else. I felt my unbeating heart break at the thought, but I held my façade.
"What is it?" I asked, I was sure to her it seemed like I didn't have time to think about what she had said, but to me it was too much time.
"Well," Grrr, she was hesitating again, not good. Then she continued, "I guess in a way, you could say I have an addiction." She smiled as if there was some joke I was missing. (AN Think about the meadow scene)
"And to what would that be." I thought about, depending on what she was addicted to Carslie and I could find her the best help. Also, as I waited for my answer I put something else together. Nothing in her blood, her breath or room for that matter smelled different from when I came in her room that first time.
"Well I guess it is not so much a what as a who." Bella answered. At this point I still did not understand what she was getting at and I told her that.
"Well I guess you could say I'm "addicted" to you and I wanted to let you know that I love you." As she said this I just sat there frozen. She had never really been this up-front with me. Much less I with her. After a moment I noticed she had been holding her breath.
"Bella, come here." I said holding open my arms. She walked over and I was glad to hear her breath re-start. "Bella, please tell me what you are thinking." I prompted her.
"I guess I'm afraid you are mad at me." She said almost in a whisper.
"Why would be mad at you?" My Bella, my love, my life, she she loved me, why would I be mad.
"I don't know."
"Bella. You are utterly absurd." I tried not to laugh at her and for the most part I succeeded.
"Well then I love you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." And with that I kissed the top of her head and waited for her to settle into bed.
Special thanks to my co-writer Britt.