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43. Ode to Edward

BPOV

I was all ready for bed, lounging under the covers and reading, waiting for my super-cool vampire boyfriend to waltz through my second story window. Maybe I should write a book about my life. No wait, that's already been done. Stephenie Meyer beat me to it. Hardly seems fair really. Though I've changed my future, so maybe I could still write it? After all, it isn't quite the same story anymore. All the same characters, but not the same lines. Eh, she'd probably sue me though. I can't believe she copyrighted my life, so now I can't write about it. I'll find a way. My story will be told, some day, some way, some how. Wow. I like that last line. It sounds like it could be a song. I've got it! I grabbed my journal and feverishly started writing:

My boyfriend is really old.

His body is freezing cold.

His eyes are like molten gold.

My story shall soon be told.

Some day, some way, some how

I think I'm gonna start it now.

His body I want to hold.

My lust is making me bold.

I'm hoping he's gonna fold.

Baby, break out of your mold.

Some day, some way, some how

Wish you would start right now.

Stays every night in my bed

Wouldn't harm a hair on my head

I hate those vows that he said –

Won't do me 'til we're safely wed.

Some day, some way, some how

I need your loving right now.

Through the city my boyfriend sped,

Fighting his feelings of dread.

Saw me broken, dripping red,

And all the tears that I had shed.

He won't let the venom spread.

Wants to bite me himself instead,

Once he has properly fed,

So I don't end up really dead.

Some day, some way, some how

Please make me a vampire now.

Yeah! I love it. Now I just have to get Edward to make a tune for it, and we have the next number one hit! He wrote Bella's Lullaby. I think I'll call this Ode to Edward.

"You should make up your mind on the melody, my dear. You seem to keep changing it. In fact, I think maybe you even change genres. I think I heard everything from country to rap in your version of that song. By the way, I don't know if anyone ever thought to mention this, but I believe you may be tone deaf. In fact, I'm quite certain you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but I still love you. Besides, all of that will change when you're a vampire."

"What exactly is it you're trying to say here, Edward? Are you implying that I shouldn't become a musician and songwriter? That I should give up my new lifelong goals, dreams, and aspirations?"

Edward looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Of course not, honey. I just want you to be happy, and you know you have no monetary worries, right? I promise I will always take care of you. You really don't need to work at all."

Let's see how deep he can dig his hole before I have mercy on him and help him out of it.

"Well, it's good to know I won't be a starving artist. Every good artist deserves a patron. I'll be sure to let everyone know you are the inspiration behind all my work."

He actually blanched. I had no idea he could get any whiter than he already was. "Perhaps you'd better wait until you're a vampire like me. Your hearing will improve and so will your voice. In fact, everything will be improved—your eyesight, your intelligence, your balance, your strength, your looks…"

"Oh, so what you're saying is that I'm a blind, deaf, stupid, clumsy, weak, ugly human?"

"No! You're definitely not ugly, my dear," he hastily proclaimed.

"But I am all the other things?"

He started to shake his head in panic. "Of course not, Bella! I didn't mean it like that!"

"So, what did you mean?"

He froze, desperately trying to figure out the right words to say so the whole thing wouldn't blow up in his face. I was snickering inside that I had him on the run, cowering in fear. The big, bad vampire afraid of the frail, little human. His phone buzzed. No fair! Alice was helping him out, just when I had him between a rock and a hard place. He surreptitiously slipped his phone out of his pocket, almost too fast for me to see, except that I was specifically watching for it. I saw him give a big sigh of relief. Darn it. I had intended to get some concessions out of the deal, but Alice had to go and ruin it for me. Darn psychic pixie.

"My sweet, darling Bella, what I mean is that I love you just the way you are. I will always love you, even if you never change a single thing about yourself. You are my life, my everything. Without you, my life has no meaning. So I will be there to support you no matter what you choose to do, because I am here for you. You are important to me, so anything that is important to you becomes important to me, if only to make you happy."

With that, my insides were a puddle of goo. He reached for me, and I gratefully melted into his embrace. It felt good to lean on him, both physically and emotionally. His strong arms, so gently encircling me in the safety of his embrace, reminded me I had never had a broad, capable set of shoulders to cry on before. It was such a relief to hand over some of the responsibility, some of the control to someone else. Scary, very scary, but a relief nonetheless. I was no longer alone. I was no longer 'in charge'. For the first time ever, I was free to just be me.

With a peaceful smile, I snuggled up against him, enjoying the contact with his beautifully sculpted body. We both lay down on the pillow, legs entwined together. I had intended to push his boundaries tonight, but, suddenly, I was just too tired. It had been a long day, and I had been emotionally tied up in knots, waiting to find out the results of Emily's surgery. Because Emily spent all her time around werewolves, there was no way for Alice to see her future. We were taking a big risk with this, and I was sincerely hoping it would work out, for everyone's sake. Thankfully, it had, or at least so far. Carlisle was happy with the way the surgery had gone, which was very good news. Emily was already happy with the results, even though she was going to have to heal all over again. I could almost feel her self-confidence increase as she met her reflection.

The sight of Emily's breathtaking smile as she gazed at herself in the mirror had made all the stressing worthwhile. As long as her wounds were kept free of infection, and she didn't do anything that might cause the stitches to tear, she should be almost good as new in a few weeks. She couldn't wait to show Sam. I was hoping her happiness would dictate his response.

I settled into Edward's chest and drifted off to the sound of him humming my lullaby.

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