Saturday, January 21, 2012 | By: Drotuno

Smoke and Mirrors Chapter 18 Teaser

Smoke & Mirrors chapter 18 teaser.... Let's see what Bethy is up to...

Bethy landed between us with a sigh, wriggling underneath the covers. She gazed up at me, playing with my hair, but then snuggled her face to Edward's chest, mumbling, “Yeah.”

Edward held her tighter as I ran my fingers through her hair. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, he whispered, “Wanna talk about it?”

“I fink dere's a monster in my closet,” she muttered against his shirt.

I grinned, almost sighing in relief, because when in came to Bethy's nightmares, occasionally “The Mean Man” that had taken her would reemerge with a vengeance. They weren't so common anymore, but at least this time, the nightmare was a normal five-year-old imagination at work.

Edward smiled against the top of her head, locking gazes with me. “No monsters, baby. I promise,” he vowed to her in that soft, soothing tone that could calm a wild cobra. “What makes you think that?”

“Noises,” she muttered, pulling back to look up at him, and her little scowl was fierce and serious. “The door squeaks, Daddy,” she huffed, her little brow furrowing.

He cupped her face, brushing a lock of hair back. “No, listen. It's the house. I promise. It's older, so it makes creaky noises.” She opened her mouth to argue with him, but he placed a finger over her lips. “Shh, listen, baby.”

We all practically held our breath as we listened to the sounds of the house. He was right, of course. The beach house was older, and because it sat near water, the wind off the ocean caused the house to creak and settle.

“Believe me now, little sweetness?” he asked her, but she hardly had to answer, because her whole demeanor relaxed against him as she nodded slowly.

I leaned in, kissing first her forehead, and then his lips, telling them I loved them both and smiling when they said it back. I froze when more footfalls sounded down the hallway.

“Bethy, is Sammy up, too?” I asked her.

“I don't know,” she muttered, yawning widely and shrugging a shoulder.

I don't think the two of them even gave me much thought when I got up out of bed. By the time I'd tugged on some jeans and a sweater, Bethy had wriggled her way so close to Edward that they were sharing his pillow, and I wanted to just smooch them both to pieces, because there was nothing like the sight of them like that. I also knew for a fact that there was no comfort to be found on the entire planet after a bad dream than in that man's arms. All fears, worries, and what-ifs seemed to blur away so quickly that you couldn't remember what had scared you in the first place. And I was pretty sure they were both out like a light by the time I stepped out of the room.