She smiled at me. My heart did a small flip as I watched her lips curve up and her deep chocolate eyes sparkle slightly. It was so beautiful and I would give anything in the world to keep that smile in place.
"Good Morning, Doctor," she said sweetly.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Cullen." The use of the term Mrs. brought the most beautiful blush to her face.
She looked up through those incredibly long lashes. It took everything I had not to cross the room to kiss her eyelids, so thankful to finally see them open. "Are you the one who's going to help me reclaim my memory?"
"I hope so," I was trying not to watch the way the hospital gown hung around her body. The thin material making every curve visible.
"Doctor," she hesitated, "will you tell me your name?"
I had to think for a moment. Her calling me Dr. Cullen was something we only did as foreplay. I could not handle that here in the hospital. My body would certainly react. I also did not want her calling me Edward. When my name fell from her lips, it needed to be my Bella saying it. "Why don't you call me Anthony?" It was my middle name.
"Okay, Anthony." The name didn't sound right. I could tell by the way that her lips formed around the name that she knew something wasn't right about it. She watched me as I walked around the room. I was studying her chart to avoid studying her. "Anthony," she stuttered slightly, and I could tell that she was trying to figure out why it didn't sound right, "can you tell me about my life?"
I didn't look up from her chart, "I know that you love it."
"How do you know that?" She sounded a little shocked.
I looked up at her over the clipboard in my hand, "Because you told me so."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she artfully raised an eyebrow at me. "What if I was lying?"
I scoffed at her, "You are a terrible liar."
"So we know each other?" She was digging for information.
"Yes, Bella, we do" I looked back down at the chart. She didn't know it yet, but she would quickly figure out that she could use those hypnotizing eyes of hers to get all the information out of me that she wanted.
"I thought my name was Isabella."
I turned toward the counter behind me, carefully placing down the chart. "It is, but you prefer to be called Bella." I knew that I needed to lose my prop, because she would call me out on it soon.
She absorbed the new information that I'd given her. "Is my husband here?"
I looked up at her shocked. "How do you know that you're married?"
"Everyone keeps calling me Mrs. Cullen." She fiddled with the bedspread beneath her fingers. "That can only lead me to believe that I have a husband."
I rolled my eyes internally. Of course she'd know. Even I'd called her Mrs. Cullen upon entering the room. "Yes, your husband's here."
"May I see him?" She looked slightly nervous.
"You already have." I saw her face fall slightly as the realization that she couldn't even recognize her own husband sank in. I hated the defeated look that overtook the beautiful face that I loved. "I'll tell you he's quite worried about you, but you need to be able to recognize him on your own."
She looked confused. "The only men I've seen only been Doctors and Nurses."
"Your husband works in the hospital." I trained my eyes on her nose, hoping that she wouldn't notie my lack of eye contact if my gaze remained on her face.
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I sat across the room from her as she slept. It had been weeks since the accident. "Edward," she whispered in her sleep. The only hope that I still had that she remembered.