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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


18. Chapter 18: Resolutions

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When Edward came to a stop, in his room, he very gently laid me down on his bed, removed my arms from around his neck, caressing them from my fingertips to my shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine.

I arched my back and inhaled sharply in pain, breaking the intensity of his stare.

He blinked, straightened up, as if a business man trying to keep our contact strictly professional, furrowed his eyebrows in concern, placed a hand on my cheek, and asked, softly, "You're okay?"

I chuckled once, "GREAT. The way Jake collapsed when you punched him..." I broke off laughing, "GAH...it was awesome! Thank you for finally breaking the rules."

Despite the smirk that escaped his lips, he sobered up, "Bella, this is NOT good. You have no idea the problems this will cause. Now, without a doubt, war will break out."

I scoffed, "What, would rather he still have me?!"

"Of course not!" Edward said, immediately, "Bella, THAT was the only reason I broke the rules. YOU are the only just reason for something like that. I should have controlled my emotions--and after over a century of gaining control, you'd think I'd be better at it--but, when we came back and Alice told us about her premonition and we saw the living room, I went nuts. I lost it. I thought you were DEAD; I didn't know what else to do. And then the dog kissed you AGAIN. You'd think he would learn his lesson."

"I'm glad he didn't." I said, bitterly, "I'm sorry, but that was beautiful, watching you punch him. Words cannot express my gratitude."

"Don't thank me yet." He said, in a reprimanding tone.

I rolled my eyes, "Why aren't you happier? You just hit Jacob Black...your mortal enemy...the person you hate more than anyone else on this planet and you would give anything to see it in replay."

He shook his head, "It's so much more complicated than that. My temper and recklessness has now put me and my family in danger. And YOU...and I promised myself I would never put you here again."

I put my hand on his chest only to feel his shirt was soaked with my own blood from the wound Jacob had given me. "Ew!" I grimaced and wiped my hand on my jeans, "Ugh, gross!" I made a gagging sound and Edward chuckled.

"Here, let me change my shirt. We both know how dangerous it is to have blood stained clothing in this house."

I made a small, "Mm," noise in agreement, and turned my head in revulsion.

He kissed my head and whispered, with another chuckle, "You are so cute."

I buried my face in the pillow to hide my blushing, but was unsuccessful.

He stroked my cheek with the back of his index finger and then I felt him stand up.

I looked up from the pillow to see him pulling off his t-shirt and my mouth dropped in awe and fascination. I watched him cross to his closet to get another shirt and dispose of the dirty one, enjoying the way he moved with such flawless grace and how his back muscles flexed and contracted as he walked. I was peeking over the top of the pillow and my heartrate began racing, as could be expected.

He made to put the shirt on when a whimper escaped me and before I could hide, in shame, Edward turned around and smiled, "What?"

I hurried to hide my face, but it did no good. He had seen me. "Nuh-uh," I mumbled, in embarrassment, muffled by the pillow. I felt him sit down on the bed and push my hair back behind my ear so he could bend down and see my face, which was now a fierce red. "Go away!" I said, hating myself.

He knew I was kidding, so he kissed the corner of my eye, and said, "Not a chance."

I groaned and forced myself to look at him.

"What?" He laughed, probably because of the expression on my face.

I shook my head, "I don't want to say."

He shrugged, "You don't have a choice."

"Unh!" I grunted, in irritation.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me." He taunted, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. It was as if he already knew what I was going to say, but he wanted to force me to say it out loud.

I forced myself to look at him as I said, "As if your unbelievable beauty doesn't have me staring enough, I couldn't help but look even more when you took your shirt off..." I trailed off, wanting to die right now, "I sound like an idiot!" I buried my face in my hands and sighed.

"Come here," he laughed, pulling me into his arms so that my head was laying against his bare chest.

As cold as his skin was, I never wanted to leave this place. It was such a serene and perfect place. Despite what he thought, being with him would be the ultimate perfection. THAT, in itself, was perfection.

"You know, I have the exact same problem." He told me, while releasing me.

"Really?!" I asked, surprised.

"Uh, yeah..." he said, in an obvious tone, "Every night, I watch you while you sleep. That is how my whole night is spent. I watch you--take in your every stir, every breath, every movement, every word--" he chuckled, "Your mere existence is more precious to me than all the treasures of the universe. I can never seem to get enough of you. I always find myself caught up staring at you--as if, I am incapable of taking you in enough. Thank God we have FOREVER together to try."

He began stroking my arm with his hand, but stopped at my wound. "We better have Carlisle take a look at that."

"You're probably right." Carlisle's voice came from the doorway.

Edward stood up and said, "Where were you?"

Carlisle raised an eyebrow at Edward and he realized he still had his shirt off. He pulled his new shirt on and said, "My other one had Bella's blood on it."

"Ah!" Carlisle said, understanding, "Well, I was with Rosalie. Being exposed to Bella's blood for that long weakened her greatly. That was why she couldn't escape. She's resting until her strength fully returns."

"Will she be okay?" I asked, anxiously.

"She'll be fine." Carlisle assured me, with a smile, "Relax....You, on the other hand, need to get cleaned up."

He sat down on the bed and began cleaning my wound. Edward was holding my free hand and I would squeeze it whenever I would feel pain.

Edward knelt down and began tracing my jawbone with the back of his fingers.

Carlisle said, "Edward, I think it best if you two get married as soon as possible. No more waiting. The Quileutes are becoming impossible to deal with....I talked to Alice and she said she can have everything ready as soon as tomorrow."

I stiffened at that, but Carlisle thought it was because of the pain and he said, "I'm sorry, Bella, but we've got to clean it out."

Edward knew why I really stiffened, but he kept it to himself and said, "I think that is our best option. Bella, I'm sorry, I know how much you don't want to, but we--"

"No! No." I tightened my hand on his and looked up at him. "It's fine. I agree. If we don't do it now, we never will."

He nodded, but I could tell he still wasn't sure he could trust me.

To be honest, I wasn't thrilled, but with the way things stood at this point, there were no other options. I forced a smile and mouthed the words, "I love you," to Edward.

He smiled his crooked smile and bent down to kiss the corner of my mouth before whispering, "I love you, too."

Shortly after, Carlisle finished bandaging my wound and he stood up and said, "I'll go talk to Renee and Charlie. It's probably best if you stay and rest. Feel better. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

I suppressed the retort I had in mind and said, "Thanks."

He nodded and left after patting Edward on the back.

Edward moved up to sit next to me and I smiled, "This is a nightmare."

"And yet you're smiling." He said, caressing my face, "Is that a good thing?"

I nodded, "A very good thing. In spite of all the stuff that's stood in our way and threatened to destroy us, nothing has succeeded. Nothing can succeed. I used to be absolutely terrified of the thought of marriage, but knowing that I am marrying you and after a few conversations with Renee, Rosalie, Charlie, and pretty much everyone...I have no fear. In fact, my only fear at this point is that I'll trip walking down the aisle."

He chuckled, "That is a legitimate fear; I'll give you that. But, no, they're right. There is not even the smallest chance for failure for us. I know that no matter what happens, we can handle, as long as we stick together."

I smiled and kissed him softly before nestling into him and falling asleep.