Folktale

Chapter 37

Bella's P.O.V

It's been a fairly hard couple of hours. I can feel the slight pounding in my head as I try to process all the information Edward gave me. For some reason... it didn't seem so far fetched to me. Any other person who would have heard my husband would have deemed him clinically insane and taken him to an asylum, but not me. It somehow... made sense. It made sense why I was so drawn to him from the day I found him. Why I had this insatiable need to be with him, regardless of how it would affect Jacob or my friends.

I've... done it before.

Although, I do admit our attitudes before were incredibly selfish. I mean, we knew what we were doing was wrong and we still did it. We knew how it would affect the people around us and yet we had mastered a plan to leave and never come back. I cheated on my fiancé and it wasn't just a simple kiss, I slept with him, married him in secret, and died trying to run away with him. And Edward knew. This is why he was so set of doing things differently this time, so we wouldn't fall back on the same pattern that leads us to death.

"You keep thinking like that and that frown will become permanent." Edward gently ran his finger across my forehead, easing away the deep from I found myself in.

"It's a lot to take in."

He shrugs. "We have a whole lifetime to understand it."

Shortly after our conversation, the nurse and an intern came to move me out of the ICU and into a regular room. Edward called Esme and she said she would bring Toby up after he was done eating. But when he finally does walk into the room, I take him in my arms and hold him tightly against me.

"Mommy, we going home?"

"Yes, we just have to wait for the doctor to tell me I'm all good to go home."

Toby smiles and lays his head on my chest.

"I just got off the phone with Emmett and Rose," Esme said. "They're dying to see you."

Edward turns to me. "Do you want me to tell them to come? Only if you feel up to it."

I sigh, looking down at my little boy who lays against my chest. "I think..." As much as I would go back to the bubble where it's just Edward, our baby, and I, I could also thank the people who were here with them. I've selfish long enough. "Yes. But maybe in a couple of hours? I just want some time alone with my boys."

Esme smiles. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll let them know they can stop by after dinner, okay?"

"Thank you, Esme."

Esme gives me a gentle squeeze on my hand and kisses Toby on the top of his head before heading out. Edward sighs, leaning on his elbows on the bed as he watches Toby play with mommy.

"How are you doing, buddy?"

Toby giggled. "Grandpa Charlie got me a toy truck. I very like it."

"And how would the three of you like it if you could play at home?" Carlisle walks in with Dr. Vulturi following behind him. Both doctors looked very pleased.

"That would be a dream come true," I say, rubbing Toby's back. "Would that be possible?"

"Well, your vitals are looking great and your wounds are healing nicely," Dr. Vulturi said. "I don't see why you can't go home. That is if you promise you will stay in bed rest for at least another week and take it easy."

"I-I promise! Yes, please, send me home!" I say eagerly.

Edward didn't look like he liked the idea. "Are you sure about that? Bella woke up not that long ago."