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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


18. Sunlight Promises

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Saturday dawned bright and sunny, just as Alice had predicted. I hopped out of bed, wishing Edward were here. I really missed my rock-hard pillow. The bed was far too warm without him. Relax Bella, that was the last night you had to sleep without him. Edward is back now.

I faced my closet in utter confusion. Alice had taken a little too much liberty as of late. She had decided all of my clothing to be terribly out of date. Her exact words were, “Really Bella, I’m doing this for your good. I’ve seen orphans that dress better than you do. We’ll ease into it. Let me just get you a little Dolce – nothing too extravagant. I promise.”

Despite my protests, my entire closet had gone out the window, making way for the garish monstrosities that filled the murky depths of this new and unknown realm. I attributed this change in my wardrobe to my early friendship with Alice. My dream self had not realized how much Edward had reigned his sister in when it came to fashion. The phrase united we stand, divided we fall seemed fitting to this situation.

Pulling aside what seemed like hundreds of dresses, I found a basic pair of jeans and one of the few plain t-shirts I had left. Throwing on a pair of tennis shoes, I navigated the stairs and popped a pop-tart into the toaster.

Just as I finished, there was a knock at the door. I steeled my nerves. This was it. Throwing open the door, I found my Adonis on the other side.


“Hello,” Edward replied in a melodic voice. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me just grab my keys.”

“Why will you need your keys? You don’t think you’re driving, do you?” Edward asked, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow.

I pursed my lips in defiance, “Yes, I’m driving. Why can’t I drive?”

“Bella, Alice is already on her way for the car. It will be fine. If you want to get to Seattle before next week, we’ll take my car.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Rolling my eyes to show my unwillingness, I walked passed him and into the Volvo. “Just try not to drive too fast, please. I’d like to be alive when we reach our destination.”

“I think I can manage that. Besides, I have perfect reflexes. We’ll arrive safely,” he smirked.

Settling back into the soft leather, I relaxed as the engine turned over.

Edward asked a few questions here and there, and I asked ones I knew the answers to. During the ride I mostly just reveled in the closeness of the man I loved so much. I could see his jaw was clenched. It had been so long since he had been bothered by the scent of my blood. It was a very strange sort of déjà vu to relive what my life had been like in the dream, vision, coincidence, whatever it was that had led me to Forks.

Halfway through our journey, Edward took one hand off the steering wheel and found my hand. It felt so right to be connected this way again. I had missed the touch of his satin smooth skin so much.

I continued to look at him until we reached the bunch of sky scrapers that made up Seattle. Finding a downtown parking garage, we paid the attendant, and found a small space on the fifth floor. Getting out of the car Edward opened my door for me.

“Now, Alice told you we don’t burn in the sun, but I do have to ask you to please try to remain out of it for my sake. I can’t be in the sun in public for a reason I’ll show you before the day is out. Will you promise to do that for me?” Edward pled, so sincerely.

“Of course,” I responded immediately, having no idea that that simple promise would soon save my life.