Twilight- The Realistic Version

15. The Cullen's

A bright light seeped through my window waking me up from my deep sleep. I groaned as I sat up looking around my room. The events of last night had to just be a dream I thought, that was until I looked up and saw Edward smiling at me from across the room. He sat in my computer chair holding one of my books.

"You stayed? It was real?" I asked in excitement.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said coolly.

I stood up and walked over to him and sat in his lap. I wasn't sure what made me so bold but I was just happy to see that he was still there. He wrapped his cool arms around my waist and I sighed as I leaned into him.

"I thought this was all a dream. It sure as hell felt like one," I said.

"That would be one creative dream," he said with a small laugh.

"Is my dad still here?" I asked wondering if he would suddenly walk in for some reason.

"He left an hour ago," he informed me. I got off his lap to go brush my teeth and wash my face.

When I came back he was still sitting the chair waiting for me.

"You stayed the entire night?" I asked while running my fingers through my hair.

"I left for a few moments. I didn't miss anything. The talking came much later," he said with a laugh.

"What did I say?" I groaned while putting my head in my hands.

"You said you loved me," he stated.

"I did?" I do? Love was a really special word. I'd never thought about love in the sense of how I felt about Edward. How could I say I loved him when I didn't really know what it was? Let's see... I love hot wings, books, The Walking Dead, Marvel movies, sleeping, Fridays, and money. What do all those things have in common? Well, they make me happy. And Edward make me extremely happy. But could I spend the rest of my life with him, marry him, be there for him at his lowest moments? Sure, I suppose I could. Then I would say that I do indeed love Edward. I would also have to say that our only enemy is time.

I looked up realizing that he hadn't responded. Time was the only thing that could tear us apart. I would age and he wouldn't. He would forever be stuck in his seventeen-year-old form while I would grow old and eventually die. Who has the worst ending in all this? I would wither away while the only person I love stays young, and Edward will stay the same as the years pile on until I die, leaving him alone. That's a hard question to answer.

"I do love you, Edward," I said finally. He smiled sadly. We must have had the same realization at the same exact time.

"I love you, Bella," he responded. How freaking dramatic? If this weren't my life, I would love to see it play out in a movie. I looked away from him feeling my eyes water at my sudden sadness. Life isn't fair. I've never understood that statement more than I do now.

"Breakfast?" he asked trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't eat," I laughed.

"Not for me, for the human," he laughed along with me.

We went to the kitchen and Edward sat at the dining room table.

"Since I will never see you hunt, watch me," I said as I poured Cinnamon Toast Crunch and milk into a bowl and grabbed a spoon. I then sat in the chair in front of him and began to eat. You know how some girls are nervous to eat in front of guys? I was far from that. My crunching was the loudest thing in the room and Edward didn't flinch once. He laughed at me and said, "Hungry, aren't we?"