
“Come on.” Rosalie’s voice broke my thoughts, and I heard her shifting on the bed. “Switch.”
“I’m fine,” I told her quietly, shaking my head.
“No, you’re not,” she countered. “When was the last time you slept?”
I shrugged.
Rosalie sighed and I felt her warm hand press against my shoulder. “Edward, you’re running on empty.”
“I’m used to it.”
“So? That just makes it worse,” she replied softly. “Bella needs you. All of you. And you can’t give that if you’re running round half asleep all the time.”
I closed my eyes. She was right, of course, but sleeping just seemed like an empty exercise when I could be actively keeping guard.
“She’s been moving around an awful lot,” Rose continued. “Even in her sleep, she knows you’re not there.”




