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“Dolce,
wake up,” said the quiet voice of my husband.
“Later,”
I mumbled, rolling over on the couch. “Sleepy.”
“You
need to come to bed, Bella,” he whispered. “You cannot be comfortable on the
couch.” I grumbled and I felt myself being picked up. I leaned my cheek against
Edward’s shoulder.
“What
time is it?” I asked, inhaling deeply and smelling his cologne. “Did you
shower?”
“It’s
a little after four in the morning and I showered, cara,” he said,
walking up the stairs and making our way to the bedroom. He gently lay me on
the bed, brushing my hair away. He quickly removed his hands. “Go back to
sleep, Bella.”
“Charlie
…” I whispered.
“I’ve
got him,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my forehead. I opened my eyes,
seeing the troubled expression of my husband. I took his hand and sat up. “What,
Bella?”
“Talk
to me, Edward,” I said, yawning. “Your eyes look haunted, baby.”
“I’m
okay. I just need to make sure that you and Charlie are alright, safe,” he
explained.
“This
is more than just your obsessive need to keep us protected, Edward,” I argued,
tracing underneath his tired eyes. I moved my hand up through his hair and back
down his jaw. He leaned into my hand. Turning his head, he gently kissed my
palm. “Edward?”
“It
was difficult being away from you today,” he whispered. He cupped my cheek and
pressed his forehead to mine. “I need to talk to my father …”
“Can’t
I help you?” I asked, massaging his neck. “You can talk to me about anything,
Edward.”
“Not
about this. Not yet,” he sighed, crawling over me and kicking off his shoes. He
put his head on his pillow, tugging me to his side. His hold on me was tight.
“Once I wrap my head around what’s going on and coming to grips with my
emotions, I’ll talk to you.”
“Are
you certain I can’t help you?” I murmured, snuggling against his body. He
looked down at me, his eyes still haunted. “I don’t like this look, baby.”
“I
need to talk to my father,” he grumbled, cupping my chin and pressing his lips
to mine. His kiss was powerful, almost painful and needy. He sighed against my
mouth, sliding his arms around me. “I love you, dolce.”
“I
love you, too, Edward,” I whispered against his neck. He suctioned himself to
me like a limpet. I eagerly accepted his embrace and tenderly scratched his
head. He sighed, his body relaxing. Within a few moments, he was snoring
quietly and dead to the world.
I
never fell back asleep. I stayed with Edward until Charlie started fussing and
my boobs felt like they were going to explode. I wriggled out of Edward’s grasp
and I went to the nursery. I picked up Charlie, changing him and carrying him
to the rocking chair. I removed my shirt and held him to my breast. He latched
on, looking up at me as I fed him. I could see so much of my husband in him.
Charlie’s hair was a deep bronze, with red highlights. His eyes were still
muddy, but I could see the barest of green, gold and a touch of brown. I gently
caressed his cheek. “Daddy’s going through something, little one. We need to
try and help through it. Can you help Mommy?”
Charlie
obviously didn’t respond. He just stared at me, thoroughly enjoying his meal of
breast milk. He fed for an hour and alleviated the heavy feeling in my breasts.
I got redressed and carried Charlie down to the kitchen while I made breakfast.
I drank some coffee and nibbled on some fresh fruit. There was a quiet knock at
the front door and I stumbled to answer it.
“My
husband just rolled home,” Alice grumbled, yawning. “Is Edward back?”
“He’s
sleeping,” I answered. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Some.
I had to stitch up a laceration on Jasper’s cheek and address the bruises on
his hands,” Alice said, walking past me and tossing her coat on the living room
sofa. “There were a few other minor injuries, but they just needed ice packs
and ibuprofen.” She smiled at Charlie, who was sleeping in his swing. “I’m with
you, kid.”
“Question,
Alice,” I said, pouring her some coffee and handing to her. “When Jasper came
home, did he have a haunted look in his eyes?”
“Not that I could tell,” Alice answered.
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