He stared into my eyes as he stroked my cheek, and I felt the blood rush up to color my skin. He laughed gently.
"And the sound of your heart," he continued, more serious but still smiling a little. "It's the most significant sound in my world. I'm so attuned to it now, I swear I could pick it out from miles away. But neither of these things matter. This," he said, taking my face in his hands. "You. That's what I'm keeping. You'll always be my Bella, you'll just be a little more durable."
I sighed and let my eyes close in contentment, resting there in his hands.
"Now will you answer a question for me? The whole truth, not sparing my feelings?" he asked.
"Of course," I answered at once, my eyes opening wide with surprise. What would he want to know?
He spoke the words slowly. "You don't want to be my wife."
My heart stopped, and then broke into a sprint. A cold sweat dewed on the back of my neck and my hands turned to ice.
He waited, watching and listening to my reaction.
"That's not a question," I finally whispered.
He looked down, his lashes casting long shadows across his cheekbones, and dropped his hands from my face to pick up my frozen left hand. He played with my fingers while he spoke.
"I was worrying about why you felt that way."
I tried to swallow. "That's not a question, either," I whispered.
"Please, Bella?"
"The truth?" I asked, only mouthing the words.
"Of course. I can take it, whatever it is."
I took a deep breath. "You're going to laugh at me."
His eyes flashed up to mine, shocked. "Laugh? I cannot imagine that."
"You'll see," I muttered, and then I sighed. My face went from white to scarlet in a sudden blaze of chagrin. "Okay, fine! I'm sure this will sound like some big joke to you, but really! It's just so . . . so . . . so embarrassing!" I confessed, and I hid my face against his chest again.
There was a brief pause.
"I'm not following you."
I tilted my head back and glared at him, embarrassment making me lash out, belligerent.
"I'm not that girl, Edward. The one who gets married right out of high school like some small-town hick who got knocked up by her boyfriend! Do you know what people would think? Do you realize what century this is? People don't just get married at eighteen! Not smart people, not responsible, mature people! I wasn't going to be that girl! That's not who I am . . ." I trailed off, losing steam.
Edward's face was impossible to read as he thought through my answer.
"That's all?" he finally asked.
I blinked. "Isn't that enough?"
"It's not that you were . . . more eager for immortality itself than for just me?"
And then, though I'd predicted that he would laugh, I was suddenly the one having hysterics.
"Edward!" I gasped out between the paroxysms of giggles. "And here . . . I always . . . thought that . . . you were . . . so much . . . smarter than me!"
He took me in his arms, and I could feel that he was laughing with me.
"Edward," I said, managing to speak more clearly with a little effort, "there's no point to forever without you. I wouldn't want one day without you."
"Well, that's a relief," he said.
"Still . . . it doesn't change anything."
"It's nice to understand, though. And I do understand your perspective, Bella, truly I do. But I'd like it very much if you'd try to consider mine."
I'd sobered up by then, so I nodded and struggled to keep the frown off my face.
His liquid gold eyes turned hypnotic as they held mine.
"You see, Bella, I was always that boy. In my world, I was already a man. I wasn't looking for love-no, I was far too eager to be a soldier for that; I thought of nothing but the idealized glory of the war that they were selling prospective draftees then-but if I had found . . ." He paused, cocking his head to the side. "I was going to say if I had found someone, but that won't do. If I had found you, there isn't a doubt in my mind how I would have proceeded. I was that boy, who would have-as soon as I discovered that you were what I was looking for-gotten down on one knee and endeavored to secure your hand. I would have wanted you for eternity, even when the word didn't have quite the same connotations."
He smiled his crooked smile at me.
I stared at him with my eyes frozen wide.
"Breathe, Bella," he reminded me, smiling.
I breathed.
"Can you see my side, Bella, even a little bit?"
And for one second, I could. I saw myself in a long skirt and a high-necked lace blouse with my hair piled up on my head. I saw Edward looking dashing in a light suit with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, sitting beside me on a porch swing.