"what... in the fuck happened here-" you asked edward, your husband, who was sitting next to you in the bed.

"i happened," he said. he's all broody again. great.

"you happened- where the FUCK did all the feathers come from?!"

"i had to bite a pillow. or two. doesn't matter-"

"the goddamn headboard-"

"look at your arms!" he says. you do.

"...okay, a few bruises, and?"

"i hurt you-"

"i can assure you, last night did NOT hurt me-"

he softly hit you with a pillow for that quip.

"ughhhhhhhh, i was too rough with you and now you hate me," he says, being INCREDIBLY dramatic. it was almost funny to you how he acted when he got like this. actually, it was funny. "stop laughing at me!" he hit you with the pillow again.