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This has been something I've wanted to write about for a while.
I hope you like it.
It's a bit short.
Bella was seated on a blanket outside Edward's cabin enjoying the cool March afternoon with Edward's hand clutched tightly in hers. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she said in a small fearful voice.
"Don't worry," Edward said. He faced strait ahead. His head never turned.
"Don't worry," Bella said with a humorless laugh. "You're not the one that's going to get killed by your parents."
Edward sighed and lifted the hand that wasn't holding Bella's to remove his hat. He ran a hand though his tousled bronze hair before replacing the hat.
"They're not going to kill you," he said softly. "They'll love you no matter what. Well Renée will. If anything, they'll kill me." He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger.
"It's not your fault." She reached over and soothingly rubbed his arm.
"It's not yours either. We'll get through this together," he assured her. "Everything will be fine."
"They'll be disappointed in me," she said as her voice broke. She started sobbing and tears quickly fell down her cheeks. Edward pulled her to himself so that she was seated in his lap. "Even more than they already are."
"Don't cry baby," he murmured. "They're your parents. They won't be mad forever." His hands found her cheeks as he attempted to wipe away her tears.
"I'll come with you if you want," he said and she started crying harder. "I should have been more responsible. I'm older and I should have known better. I don't want you taking all the blame."
He rubbed small circles into her back and she leaned her head forward to meet his shoulder. She felt safe and protected in his strong arms.
"No," she said between sobs. "I have to do this on my own."
"I love you," he said. "Remember that."
"I love you too."
"I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure nothing comes between us," he stated. "I want to be with you and I don't care what anyone has to say about it. No matter how things go with your parents I want to know that you are still mine."
"Always," she whispered. "If I had to choose it would always be you. I don't care what Charlie says."
"I know we've only known each other for a short time and I'm the freak of the town," he said. "I know I'm too old-"
"Edward," she said sitting up in his lap and taking his face in her hands. "You're not a freak and you're not that old. Who cares what those people think about you or about us. We love each other and that's all that matters."
The rain started drizzling down on them and Isabella looked up at the sky.
"Let's get inside," Edward grunted as he stood up managing to keep a grip on Bella so that her body remained wrapped around his.
"In a few months you won't be able to do this," she said with a small giggle.
"I think I will," he countered. "You barely weigh anything."
Balancing Bella's weight, Edward reached over and scooped up the blanket before making his way back towards the cabin entrance. He had left the front door open so he went straight inside and shut the door with his foot.
Edward knew where everything in his house was and if something was out of its place he would know it.
He made his way to his small living room without even putting much thought into the action. The twenty-one steps from the front door to the edge of the kitchen and the twenty-five steps to the left came almost naturally to him.
Once they were in the living room he dropped the blanket on a chair and sat down on the big comfy couch keeping Isabella straddled against him.
He felt his dog, Shadow drop heavily at his feet as he always did when Edward was seated in this spot. Shadow loved being around Edward and Edward felt the same way. Long before he met Isabella Shadow had been his only companion. The dog helped him stay sane.
After a few minutes he heard Bella's sobs subside and he felt her relax. She became completely still other than her even breaths. They sat in silence for a while longer before he felt her shift in his lap. "Hey Shadow," she cooed.
"He's such a great dog," she said for what was probably the millionth time. "I know he's trained an all to…you know…be this way, but I think his loyalty is because he loves you. No other dog would be able to stand a grumpy pants like you."
"Ha ha." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "You made a funny."
"I think I did," she said with false bravado.
"Well I'm glad to see you're no longer crying," he said sincerely. "I don't like it when you cry. Especially when it's because of me."
"And I don't like it when you try to take the blame for something we both did," she said seriously. "I thought we were in this together. No matter what happens, we'll find a way to work things out together." She looked into his unfocused bright green eyes as she rubbed her hand on his jaw and felt his two days worth of stubble against her palm.
"I like the stubble," she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him. She wanted to get off the subject so she opted for a distraction. "It's sexy and it reminds me of the beard you used to sport. It was so manly."
"I thought you liked me clean shaven." He furrowed his brow and thought back to her initial reaction to his shaven face.
"I changed my mind," she said as she placed kisses on his jaw. She could feel him getting aroused and it pleased her to no end. "You look sexy with a beard."
What do you think of their relationship?