DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight but I do own some awesome pictures of Robert Pattinson! :) All characters belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. Even this scene isn't mine. I've just inserted Edward's perspective. Enjoy!!


"Okay, let me have it." Bella complained.

The sight of her curled up in the centre of my bed triggered that now familiar ache in my stomach. A need to reach out and touch… No, I mustn't think about that now. I instead scrutinized her face. She was scowling in her absolutely adorable Bella way and I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, I was absolutely putty in her magnetic pull, so all my self reproach was in vain. Without wasting any more of our time together, I secured myself closely to her side. Her heart made a few erratic thumps before going back to normal. She was nervous. Yeah, this of all things should make her nervous, not a sadist vampire, not the volatile werewolves, not even the evil world conspiring to kill her, but me trying to gift her a present. Fabulous! I groaned mentally. Anyway if this did make her nervous, I'd try my best not to upset her.

"A hand-me-down." I reminded her. She's agreed to it already so there was no reason for her to get upset, I consoled myself. I took her beautiful hand in mine, savouring the touch, and hooked my mother's diamond pendant to her bracelet. No, she must never learn of that tiny detail, she would murder me. But seriously, the first gift that she'd willingly allowed me to give to her… how could it be anything less than a diamond?

She was examining it closely now. It was my turn to get nervous. Would she guess? Would my reasoning assuage her? Another horrible question just cropped up then. Did she even like it? She inhaled slowly, gazing at the crystal in wonder and I breathed again.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She looked radiant. The crystal was absolutely glowing on her delicate wrist. All my wild excitement over the past couple of days – thinking about this moment, how proud I'd feel when she'd accept this token from me, a part of me in a way – couldn't prepare me for the unprecedented joy that I now felt. The final effect left me dazzled.

"It was my mother's; I inherited quite a few baubles like this. I've given some to Esme and Alice both. So, clearly, this is not a big deal in any way." I stated in a monotone, still recovering from the breathless aftershock.

Her smile was more of a grimace but she let me continue.

"But I thought it was a good representation – It's hard and cold." I laughed at the irony. "And it throws rainbows in the sunlight."

"You forgot the most important similarity, it's beautiful." Her voice was so tender that I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her senseless, for once make her see her worth, see the incarnation of pure beauty that she was. Why did she always have to get things backwards? I kept my voice calm as I confessed, "My heart is just as silent, and it, too, is yours."

She moved her wrist, then looked up at me. Her eyes were a warm pool of pure love. "Thank you. For both." She said shyly. I must have done something truly amazing in my past life to deserve an angel like her in this one. There I went again. I had now started formulating reincarnation theories. I sighed happily. Guess this was 'The Bella Effect'.

"No, thank you" I insisted. "It's a relief to have you accept a gift so easily." A huge relief. Good practice for you, too." I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

She ducked into my embrace then, granting me access to my personal heaven and began "Can we discuss something? I'd appreciate it if you could begin by being open-minded."

Immediately, I was on my guard. I prayed that she wouldn't bring up our old argument again. The crazy notion of wanting to help… But that was already settled. That's why we were here. Maybe it had something to do with Black then. My stomach lurched painfully. "I'll give it my best effort." I cautioned.

"I'm not breaking any rules here," she started. "This is strictly about you and me. So . . ." That hesitation again. She continued somehow, "I was impressed by how well we were able to compromise the other night. I was thinking I would like to apply the same principle to a different situation."

"What would you like to negotiate?" Her formality was so endearing.

But she did not go on. And then that uneven thumping of her heartbeat filled my ears for the second time that night. "Listen to your heart fly, it's fluttering like a hummingbird's wings." I noted, luxuriating in its glorious euphony.

Really, what had her so worried? What in the world could make her so nervous? I was truly concerned now.

Are you all right?" I asked

"I'm great."

"Please go on then."

"Well, I guess, first, I wanted to talk to you about that whole ridiculous marriage condition thing."

No wonder. She was needlessly getting worked up over a non-issue. I could set that right.

"It's only ridiculous to you. What about it?"

"I was wondering . . . is that open to negotiation?"

Oh no! No way. Not fair!

"I've already made the largest concession by far and away — I've agreed to take your life away against my better judgment. And that ought to entitle me to a few compromises on your part."

"No." Bella panicked. "That part's a done deal. We're not discussing my . . . renovations right now. I want to hammer out some other details."

Hmm, so she wanted to trap me by ambiguity. Two could play. "Which details do you mean exactly?"

She stalled "Let's clarify your prerequisites first."

"You know what I want." Hadn't I already made my point clear a million times? I was momentarily distracted by the idea then. Bella dressed in beautiful white, walking towards me as she blushed all over. An overwhelming joy was threatening to consume me. Our…

"Matrimony." Bella frowned. What telepathy. She was still being formal and I had to smile.

"Yes, to start with."

Her jaw dropped as she mutely gawked at me for a second "There's more?"

I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. "Well, if you're my wife, then what's mine is yours . . ." that was reasonable. She would simply have to accept it in stride. "…like tuition money. So there would be no problem with Dartmouth."

"Anything else? While you're already being absurd?"

"I wouldn't mind some time."

"No." The panic attack again. "No time. That's a deal breaker right there."

I knew it was too good to last. What I wouldn't do to change her mind. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Well, she wouldn't be Bella if she wasn't. I sighed again. "Just a year or two?"

She shook her head obstinately, "Move along to the next one."

"That's it. Unless you'd like to talk cars . . ." And my grin was on full display again. I had guessed her reaction right as she glared at me, but my grinning wouldn't stop. So I just ducked my head and started to play with her fingers. Her touch was like a soothing tonic, erasing long buried pains I didn't know existed. How beautiful a certain ornament would look on this, I mused as I caressed her ring finger. If only she'd listen… Wait, this wasn't about marriage. It had nothing to do with me at all. Again, she had succeeded with her evasiveness without even trying.

Something that Bella desired. I perked up again. Anything, anything at all and I'd gladly shower it on her. Just tell me what you want, I tried to convey silently. "I didn't realize there was anything else you wanted besides being transformed into a monster yourself. I'm extremely curious." Please Bella, please tell me what you desire, I almost begged. Wasn't she already well aware that my sole purpose in life was to fulfill her smallest velleities? I lived for that. Nothing could bring me greater joy.

So, what did cha think?? I'm planning to continue with this scene. Please let me know if you liked it.

Seriously, I think I'm getting addicted to Edward's Point of View. He's absolutely delectable. Could eat him with a spoon. ;)