A Fresh Start

The Confessions

Author's Note: I own nothing. I just like to play with the characters that were created by Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

Also, thank you for those of who have commented and offered well-wishes in my difficult time. It means a lot to me. Writing these stories has been my strength (as silly as that sounds) and has grounded me.

Rated M for future lemons (they will come!)

Chapter 11: The Confessions

My alarm went off. I groaned and rolled over. However, I was hit with a warm body. The arms around my waist tightened and he groaned. "Too early," he grumbled.

I opened my eyes and saw a shirtless Edward in my bed. He was holding me tightly against his chest and his eyes were shut. I turned off my alarm and took the time to ogle my boyfriend. His cheeks and jaw were covered in heavy stubble. I ran my fingers through the facial hair on his face. He moaned lightly and leaned into my touch. I moved my eyes lower and looked at his body. I could see a few scars on his chest from his accident. There were two by his ribs, I'm assuming from chest tubes. There was a larger scar across his belly. I lightly traced the scar and Edward's muscles contracted. He stirred and pulled me closer to his chest. I moved my eyes up to his face and looked at the smattering of freckles across his nose and along his hairline. "Are you enjoying yourself, Isabella?" Edward asked his eyes still closed.

"Very much," I said. "I like ogling you."

An emerald eye opened and he pressed kisses along my neck and he rolled me onto my back. "I'm glad I'm 'ogle-worthy,'" Edward snorted against my neck.

"What happened to your shirt, Edward?" I teased as I tickled his sides. He giggled and gave me a stern look.

"I got hot," Edward said simply. "You know the threat you made about your toes. Insert sides for me. Elbows and fists fly when I get tickled. I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, sir," I said. "However, why do you have this scar?" I asked as I traced the silvery skin on his belly.

"My spleen was removed," Edward said. "I have to take medication to ensure I have enough red blood cells, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Do you have that medication with you?" I asked.

"In my pants pocket," Edward said. "These are from chest tubes. Both of my lungs collapsed. The scar on my back was from when they removed one of my kidneys."

"Holy crow," I said. "Plus the head injury."

"Plus the head injury," Edward said. "I was royally fucked up for a long time. It took two years for me to be even remotely physically independent. Mentally, I was fine after a year. Despite the processing issues."

"But now you're fine," I said with trepidation.

"Yeah. If I take my medication and iron supplements," Edward said. "Other than that, I'm healthy as a horse."

"Hmmmm..." I said. "I don't want to go to work."

"Me neither," Edward sighed. "I'd rather spend the day with you in bed."

"Tempting, Masen," I teased as I got up from his arms. "I need to get ready. I would say help yourself to some coffee but I know how much you hate it."

"Ugh, yeah," Edward grumbled. He reluctantly released me and I got up. I padded to the bathroom and took care of my morning routine. I grabbed another pair of jeans and a Cherry Blossom hoodie and got dressed quickly. I walked out of the bathroom and found my bed made. I smiled and went into the living room. Edward had poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Hope you don't mind. I also swiped a bagel."