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Edward and Bella

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This is my first fan-fiction about Edward and Bella. It's a little slow, but I will add more if you guys want. This is set after the third book. Hope you like.





I STARED AT EDWARD’S HAND AS IT GRABBED MINE AND LACED OUR FINGERS TOGETHER.
We sat at the table in the kitchen listening to the rain outside waiting for Charlie to come home. I was nervous, but nervous in a happy way. It was time to tell him. I was getting married to Edward. As if he could hear my thoughts, he started stroking the beautiful ring on my finger. The gold glittered even in the darkness of the kitchen, and the diamonds sparkled feverishly. He sighed, content, and kissed the top of my head.
Edward stiffened, and I knew Charlie had just come around the corner. I heard his car pulling up and park in the driveway. Now the nerves began to hit me. I started to breathe, panicked, all my courage gone.
“Bella, it will be fine.” Edward reassured me as he straightened in his chair.
I looked up at his godlike face, and it still knocked me breathless. His golden bronze hair, his perfect white face, and his eyes – they were pure molten topaz with dark shadows underneath them, but I knew whenever he got hungry they would turn onyx. He tilted my head up, like he was about to kiss me, but just sat there wearing my favorite crooked smile as Charlie burst through the door.
“Oh. Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said nonchalantly as he threw his police garb down by the door.
“We were just waiting for the guest of honor,” Edward said lightly, dropping his hand away from my face, focusing on Charlie’s now horror stuck face.
“Dad, we need to talk about some stuff,” I said. Part of my courage had returned and I wasn’t going to waste it being quiet.
“Sure Bells, why didn’t you say so? Edward, you heard her. She and I need to talk.” Charlie finally said as he plopped himself down into the chair opposite from where Edward and I sat.
“Actually Charlie, this involves all of us, so if you don’t mind I think I’m going to stay right here.” Edward said as he squeezed my hand to make sure I was alright with this.
I squeezed it back, trying to find the right words to tell my dad that I was leaving to go get married, only to never come back because I would have become a vampire. But words escaped me and we sat in silence for a time.
Slightly arrogant, Edward took the lead.
“You see sir, I understand that you believe I’m not the best person for Bella. There are so many others out there, why would she choose someone like me? Someone who hurt her in every possible way? There are other people I’m sure you’d love to see her with were she not with me.”
At this point I looked down, studying the grains in the table. Edward was of course referring to my ex-best friend Jacob Black, whose father was an old friend of Charlie’s and who was also a werewolf. Vampires and Werewolves are mortal enemies. You can’t win when your best friend and your lover are enemies.
“So I guess you are asking yourself, why is this…boy talking to you this way? And that reason is that,” Edward continued, “I have asked for Bella’s hand, and she’s accepted.
I looked up then, waiting for the giant outburst. At first there was nothing except for a difference of color in Charlie’s face. It went from tan, to ashen, to red, then to purple, then to…nothing.
Charlie fell against the table, causing me to jump up, but Edward was already by his side. I started screaming Charlie's name, but Edward held me back, shaking his head, concern etched on his brow. He pulled the silver cell phone out of his pocket. I wrestled against his strong grasp to no avail, holding me tightly against his stone cold body.
“We have an emergency at Chief Swan's house." He said gently. "Yes. Charlie just had a heart attack.”


                 I sat on the couch, curled into a ball like I had done so many times after Edward had left months ago. This pain was different. If my father died because of my engagement, I would never forgive myself. The tears began, streaming down my face onto the smooth upholstery of the couch. Edward came through the door, hearing my soft cries, and wrapped me into his arms.
                We sat that way for a while, hearing no news of Charlie. Edward had phoned Carlisle as to what happened, and he had taken to the job of watching out for Charlie. Eventually I ran out of tears, and I just sat curled on Edward’s lap, his strong, cold hand stroking my face and my hair.
                 I felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and in a second it was at his ear.
                 “Carlisle,” he said calmly, watching me as I sat up quickly, my eyes wide.
                 “Alright. Yes. She’ll be pleased to hear that,” he grinned as he snapped the phone shut.
                 “What happened? Is he okay?” I asked, the panic gone now that I saw Edward’s angel-like smile.
                 “Fine enough to invite the whole ER to our wedding as soon as he woke up,” he said, not bothering to hide the happiness that made his face glow.
                 I swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to find comfort in the near-death of my father, and then his sudden statement in the ER. I couldn’t.
                 Edward tilted my face up to meet his gaze, his eyes now wary by my reaction to his great news. I tried to avoid his face, but found myself looking into the molten honey of his eyes.
                 “What are you thinking?” He asked gently as he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me.
I leaned my head against his rock-hard shoulder and took a breath, my heart beating wildly against my chest.
                 “I’m afraid of what Charlie might do when we are actually at the alter,” I joked, but Edward wasn’t in a joking mood.
                 “Are you saying you don’t want to get married?” He asked, the disappointment in his voice could not be hidden. I looked up at him, his eyes were sad and his jaw was tight.
                 “Of course I want to marry you! I’m just, kind of, scared right now. Pre-marriage stuff you know? There’s nothing that’d make me happier.”
                 He smiled then, his teeth flashing, and he kissed my forehead gently. I sighed, content, but he suddenly pulled me up from the couch.
                 “What’s going on?” I asked panicked, afraid something had happened, my heart racing again.
                 “Nothing’s wrong, I just think you need to get away from this house for a while,” he said casually as he scooped me into his arms and carried me outside to his Volvo, placing me in the passenger’s seat. He got into the car, and accelerated quickly as he drove down the street.
                 “Well then, why don’t you tell me where we are going?” I asked through gritted teeth as the speedometer hit 80.
                 “To my house,” he smiled.
Alright, this is my first fan-fiction. I will only write another if you, the people, want one. Just know, this would be the most boring chapter. I have all the outlines done on the others (but again, only if you guys want to know what happens!)

so tell me what you think :D

:clap: i'm very proud of myself though, i must admit. i didn't think i'd get very far with it, but i did :clap: yay! :clap:

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I LOVE ALL OF THEM!