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My Dream Is You

Summary:
Bella is about to jump off the cliff, but someone stops her... someone she thought had forgotten her a long time ago. “Bella,” growled a voice. It wasn't the voice in my head, not at all. My head whipped around. I was startled to see that someone had been watching me.


Notes:
Okay, so I deleted my other story. I'll put it back up later. I have to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with this one though, so here ya are.


7. Loophole

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“Mom, mom!” I exclaimed, trying to keep my mother from hyperventilating via phone. I called my mom to tell her the news of Edward and I's engagement. She was floored. She did, after all, just find out that the Cullens were home.

“You're rushing into it! Don't make the same mistake I did, Bella!” Her voice was rising in pitch, a clear sign she was getting flustered.

“Mom, I love him,” I sighed.

“Please, just think about it,” she urged.

I took a deep breath and got ready to drop the bomb. “We're getting married in a week and a half.”

She gasped. “And you just told me now?! I was thinking a few months, at the least. There's so much to do! I need to buy a ticket to get out there! I nee-”

I interrupted. “Edward got you and Phil plane tickets. You leave in three days. That's Saturday, got it?”

She squealed. I paced the kitchen, listening to her prattle on about this and that. I had successfully moved into the Cullen household. Charlie only spoke to me when I went over and made him talk to me. He was still... bitter, to say the least, about me moving out. He didn't think I was serious. I had been out of his house for a few weeks. When I called him, he hung up. Quite frankly, I was surprised he kept his promise not to tell Renee about the wedding. I was set on making him walk me down the isle, and he was going to do it happily if I had my way. If I was having a traditional wedding, I wanted it done right.

After a few more minutes of her rambling, I told my mom goodbye and hung up the phone. She had forgotten about her reluctance, and was just excited to be seeing me again. I sighed and put my face against the granite counter top.

I felt a pair of cool arms encircle my waist. I turned around and accepted Edward's embrace. We fit together perfectly.

“What's wrong, love?” he asked. His breath tickled my ear.

“My mom,” I sighed. “I thought you said Alice could do all the inviting.”

He chuckled. “Alice only has so many hands.”

“What about my hands?” said Alice, walking into the kitchen.

I pulled away from Edward and turned to face Alice. “I just called my mom. She'll be here Saturday. I told her what hotel she'd be staying at, what time her plane leaves, what to wear, the usual. She wrote it down, so I think she'll be here on time. She has Phil, so I'm not that worried.”

“Good thing she has you looking out for her,” said Alice, smiling broadly.

“I'm just looking forward for all of this to be over,” I sighed. Edward frowned. He scooped me into his arms without a word, and carried me to his... our room.

His couch had been replaced with a bed, much to my annoyance. I told Edward that the couch would be fine, but he wasn't having any of it. He plopped me onto the bed and sat next to me.

“Bella, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to,” he said. His eyes were intent on mine, searching for any sign of emotion.

“I love you, Edward,” I said. It wasn't the response he was looking for, I knew that.

“Do you want to get married?” he asked, cutting right to the point.

I had to think fast. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and situated me on his lap. He grinned into the kiss. I thought I had succeeded, but he pulled away a second later.

“I'm not as easily distracted as you might think,” he said. He leaned his forehead against mine. “Do you want to get married?”

“I want to do whatever makes you happy,” I answered honestly.

He sighed, his icy sweet breath blowing in my face. “You could have told me that you didn't want to get married to me.”

“No! I do want to get married to you. It's just...” I trailed off.

“It's so aggravating, not being able to read your thoughts. Please explain,” he begged.

I put my cheek against his chest. I didn't want to look at his face while I talked. It might cause me to blurt something out that I wanted to keep in. “I'm eighteen, Edward. My mom got married at eighteen, look what happened.” I gestured to myself.

“Thank god,” he murmured.

“I'm serious, Edward.”

He shifted me off of his lap and back onto the bed. He leaned back and started lounging, his hands placed behind his head. I laid beside him. He a bit of my hair around one of his fingers.

“You have to see it from my point of view too, Bella. It was perfectly acceptable to be married at eighteen back in my time. In fact, if you weren't it was frowned upon. It's what I was raised to believe. I would have proposed to you within a few weeks of our meeting if we lived in my time. The whole waiting to get married thing is a strange concept to me,” he explained.

“I didn't think of it that way,” I admitted. “I just feel.... I don't know. My mother has always told me not to get married right out of high school. It had to have sunk in sooner or later, right?”

“Well, technically you're not out of high school yet,” he said.

“Oh, thank you so much for pointing that out for me. Now I'm all set to get married! Thanks for finding a loophole,” I said. I looked into his eyes, almost daring him to laugh.

He struggled to keep his composure. “Just trying to help,” he said.

I sighed. “I'm being silly. I really do want to marry you, Edward. I love you more than anything.”

“Thank you, love,” said Edward.

“Edward?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

I took a deep breath. “Will you ever change me?” It was a subject that had been broached a lot in the past few weeks. It had been brought up in between passing periods at school, rides to and from his house, and at other random moments. People at school were shocked to see the Cullen family back at school, but I didn't really pay them any attention.

“Bella,” he sighed. He always had the same answer for me. “You know how I feel about that. I don't want to steal your soul.

“Enough about my soul! If that's what it takes, the loss of my soul, to be with you forever, I'll pay the price. Please?” I breathed.

He pressed his lips together firmly. It was going to be a long night.