Stephenie Meyer. Eclipse (№ 181415)

And then it began to rain: a few rare drops fell on the grass.
I scowled at the sky.
- I'll carry you home. Edward wiped my cheeks small droplets.
- Rain is not a problem, - I grumbled. - Just time to do something unpleasant and potentially very dangerous.
Edward's eyes opened alarmingly.
- Good thing you're bulletproof, - I sighed. I'll need a ring: it's time to tell Charlie.
Seeing my expression, Edward laughed.