Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

Wolf

Bella

Fuck. I was exhausted. The emotional roller coaster of my life was really starting to take a toll on me and that getaway I planned for Edward started to sound more enticing by the minute.

The two weeks since my dinner with Edward's parents had been harsh. After a deep discussion with Alice, we all figured out that it was best for her and Jasper not to move into my house. Though Jasper had not shown any outwards signs of violence toward me, the lingering stares and his attempts to touch me, however innocently, made me too uncomfortable.

I wanted to believe he wouldn't hurt me, but I'd thought that before. In the end, Edward put his foot down and said it was too risky. Alice, though angry and scared for Jasper, understood why we had to say no.

Edward had officially moved in, though he still had his apartment in the city for when he was on call. We had to do a lot of shifting and purging of our things to make my house comfortable – our house. I had to remember that. It didn't take much convincing on my part, all I had done was ask. Not for protection, because I wanted him there with me. It was a big change, but I welcomed it and him.

Another thing I hadn't had a chance to do was see my doctor and Edward was getting pissed. I knew he worried, but hey, I was the one the doctor would poke and prod at. Not him. That discussion had turned into a big argument, one that had me accusing him of smothering me, and he had indicated regret about moving in with me. Both were far from the truth and we only said those things in heat of the moment.

We both walked away, though neither of us had left the house. While I took a few laps in the pool, he went to work off his anger in the gym.

I sighed as I reached the end of the pool, surfacing, and resting arms on the side. I knew the reason why we were at each other's throats lately. We were frustrated.

I was literally on lock down, not being able to leave the house unless I was fucking escorted by Edward, Charlie or Jake. With all three of them working, it meant I was lucky if I left the house more than twice a damn week.

Edward's frustration not only stemmed from that, but also the lack of anything conclusive on the bowl. It simply had disappeared. I wanted to just grab his face and kiss the fuck out of him twice to at the very least to break our curse.

That made me feel like a selfish bitch, but I had every right to, I wanted the curse over.

I understood Edward's fear, and I wanted to believe I could never hate him. One thing I knew was that I didn't think we could handle the type of relationship his parents had. Christ, they were volatile and I often wondered if angry sex was all they were able to enjoy.

They went from civil to downright nasty in the blink of an eye. The dinner was all I'd been tolerate in the presence of both of them, choosing instead to see them one on one. On occasion, I'd meet Esme for breakfast or lunch. And usually, Carlisle joined Edward and me for dinner twice a week.

A long string of curses came from the gym inside, bringing me out of my thoughts. A part of me wanted to go to him and apologize. The other part didn't want to explain why I hadn't gone to see the doctor. Plain and simple, I was scared to for a couple of reasons. One of them being that with my fucking luck, health issues would be the next thing to go wrong.

As if I didn't have enough problems. And I knew if I expressed that fear to Edward, he'd likely drug me and deliver me to the doctor immediately.

The other part of me was scared of what he had to say. Before we argued, he'd said he had a surprise for me, and since we hadn't been together for a few days, I had no clue what it could be. He had appeared on edge and nervous about the surprise. Or was it something else?