Forgotten

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

"Hey," Bella greeted her husband as she walked into his study after the long talk she had with Carlisle.

Edward looked up from where he sat at his desk keeping his face expressionless, "Hey."

"So, I talked to your father." She said quietly.

"You did, huh?"

"Yup, I did. Quite an interesting conversation we had together."

"Uh-huh." Edward muttered trying to gauge her reaction to what his father must've told her.

"I'm not your mother, Edward."

Edward runs a hand through his hair, as is his habit when he's agitated.

"I know that Bella, trust me. I know. But can't you understand why I'm worried?"

"I understand that, Edward. I do. But…"

"But, what, Bella? You're still going to go through with this? Jesus, haven't you paid attention to anything my father must've told you? Rushing is not the answer."

"Exactly," Bella responded, "Rushing is not the answer, so how about we don't rush into condemning the procedure without knowing enough about it? Can't we, at the very least, talk to Dr. Webber first before we make any decisions?"

Edward exhaled loudly, "Alright, Bella. We'll do it your way for now. But the minute I feel that this operation is too dangerous, I'm pulling the plug."

Bella smiled, "Thank you." She walked over to where Edward stood behind his desk and embraced him.

"You've got to stop doing that to me, you know?" Edward murmured as he buried his face in her hair.

"Doing what?"

"Disobeying me, woman. I'm supposed to be the man of the house. Whatever I say goes and all that." He teased her.

Bella punched his arm lightly and just like that the tension in the room dissipated.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm a little tired, you up for a little nap?"

Edward quirked a brow, "I thought you hated naps."

"I do, but I need one right now." She stressed, trying to give him a message without having to say it out loud.

"Um, well, do you need me to go with you? Because I have to get some work done and…"

He was cut off by a particularly passionate kiss. Edward was flabbergasted, none of their heavy make-out sessions these past weeks were ever initiated by Bella. What was going on?

Bella pulled back just enough to murmur against he husband's lips, "This particular nap requires your presence, love."

Edward's eyes bugged out, "Really?"

Bella grinned, "Really. I think it's ridiculous that we still sleep in separate bedrooms don't you?"

"Aha…" Edward was dazed that this was finally happening. He'd missed her so much.

Bella held on to her husband's hand and led him out of the study and up the stairs to their bedroom where they spent the rest of the day.

Bella rolled over in bed and gazed at her sleeping husband. How did she get so lucky? He was perfect in every way imaginable, not only in looks but also in the way he treated her, the way he understands her. Ugh, she wished she didn't sound to mushy. She couldn't help it though.