Will You Marry Me Contest
Pen Name(s): Diamond Camera
Title: 14 Little Blue Boxes
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, Tiffanys, or that color blue.
Summary: Edward has known since day one that Bella was special. He would always spoil her with something in that infamous little blue box, but now what the little blue holds will change everything. for the Twi Girls Next Door "Will You Marry Me?" contest
I knew she was the one, form the day that I saw her in the parking lot at high school.
I knew that one day, Bella Swan would be no longer just Bella Swan. She was my everything. I never thought that almost 9 years ago, this pale, clumsy girl would be the one to sweep me off my feet, but here I was, with my sister and my mother at Tiffany's looking for the perfect ring.
I had given Bella something from Tiffany's every year. She was not to thrilled with the fact that I loved to lavish her with those little blue boxes, but my sisters had insisted that no girl could deny the infamous blue and white of Tiffany's.
My grandfather had left each of us with a large sum of money after he passed. His will specifically stipulated that it be used "to spoil the ones we loved." Before Bella, I had never touched it. My sisters used it on gifts for their husbands, but I understood why I had to wait until I had found the one. Grandpa had met Bella before he died; he told me "When I go, this is the one you should spoil". It wasn't until after he died that I began to understand what he meant; something about having that money...I knew I wanted to give Bella anything she could possibly want.
I had given her something special at least once a year. In eight years, there had been thirteen gifts. The fourteenth gift was the most elaborate. Alice and Rosalie, my sisters, saved all the Tiffany's boxes in the bag that the gifts had come in. Every time that she received a gift, I would place a note inside the box reminding me of what it had previously held. While it may have been corny, it had always been the way I had planed on proposing to my Bella. I had never dreamed of that moment before, I met her, but I knew it was something that meant a lot to me. Our history together was what made it special. We were separated for six months when her dad had gotten sick and she went back to Washington.
Those months were so hard for me. We had just started our sophomore year at Northwestern; it was when I started think about proposing to her.
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Bella was my first everything, my first kiss, my first real crush, my first girlfriend and the person I gave myself to for the first time. I considered asking her to have sex after our junior prom, but I felt as if it would be too cliché. I wanted to wait until she was ready, no matter how long that would take. By the time the second semester of senior year came along, it was as if we ere doing everything but.
We were starting to hear back from all the colleges we had applied to. We had applyed to all the same schools, Northwestern being the mutual first choice. She wanted to go for dramatic journalism and photography and I was planning on going Pre-med. Valentine's Day was around the corner and I had just gotten my letter of acceptance for Northwestern on a Trustees grant. Bella was still waiting for hers; it would have killed us both if we both couldn't be at school together.
February 10th rolled around and there was still no letter in her hands. This was the case on the 11th, 12th, and 14th was a Sunday , which meant no mail delivery. I was already planning on making this Valentine's Day special for us, seeing as it was most likely going to be our last one in Forks, but without that letter in her hand, I had to try and take Bella's mind off of waiting for it.
I decided to recreate our first kiss. I put together the same meal at the same restaurant' I even attempted to wear the same outfit. Truth be told, the only reason I remembered was because it was also the first time we took a picture as a couple.
Everything was perfectly planed, except for Mother Nature. It was starting to downpour, so we ran under a little gazebo right near the restaurant. I looked her as she shook out some of the water that had drenched her hair. I looked in her eyes as she giggled.
"Geeze Edward, you've gotten me wet before but I think this might be the worst!" She stuck her tongue out at me, then smiled. I held her close.
"Well, if your already wet then I guess we might want to skip dinner completely" I kissed her, with all of my might, letting my hands roam from her wet, curly hair, down her ribcage, and gently made my way down to her lower back. I was bulging, and I wasn't shy about it. I pressed her right up against me, making sure she could feel it. She moaned into a kiss. Her dress had become slightly sheer and I could see the black lace of her corset underneath it. I wasn't expecting her to wear that, but just that small peek of it turned me on. She then let her hands slide from my neck down to my pants. I loved that she wasn't shy; she put her hands into the back pockets of my jeans, which were now only slightly damp. She pulled in closer; at that moment all I could think of was "No, not here, not now. This isn't right." Apparently Bella had another idea. She dragged me over to the side bench that was inside the glass gazebo and sat me down. She straddled me. what was right for her wasn't for me to judge. I was drunk on her kisses, they were better than anything in the world.
She unbuttoned my pants.
She stood up and took off her black, lace thong. I couldn't help my jaw dropping. I closed it up quickly, but it turned into a smirk. "When did my sweet, innocent, little Bella turn into suck a confident, beautiful, sexy woman?"
She came close to my ear. "This may have not been what you planed Edward, but it feels right. I want to give myself to you, right here right now".
My God! This was definitely not what I was expecting, but I was not going to deny my love anything. Apparently Mother Nature had been on our side after all. It was pitch black outside and that the gazebo was slightly hidden. The only light we had was the sporadic bolts of lightning and the twinkle lights that hung dimly near the top of the gazebo. I nodded my head in agreement. I kissed her. I picked her up with her legs wrapped around me and lay her down on top of my jacket, keeping her perfect body off of the wet ground of the gazebo.
She laid there; she looked so perfect. She was so sweet, so sexy, so ...Bella. Her hair was sprawled out, glorifying her neck. I proceeded to kiss her anywhere I could, starting on her lips then moving to her cheeks and down to her neck.
I looked her in the eyes, begging her to nod, to tell me that all of this was ok. She smiled and said " I know you want this as much as I do Edward. Take me"
At that, I kept kissing her neck because it made her relax into a place that I had only felt when she was sleeping. I let my hand ghost over her breasts and the corset that she was wearing. I felt my way up and down the right side of her, then let my hand grasp onto her breast. I slowly kneaded it, seeing how much she wanted, how delicate I needed to be. She grabbed my hand and pressed it harder, wanting me to give her more force.
A soft moan escaped her perfectly glossy lips. I got a little bit harder. She then slid her hand into my pants, under my boxers and slowly started to stroke me. I couldn't contain myself. Her hands were soft but had a grip to them. The gentle touch of her made everything see more emotionally connected then anything in the world. I started to nip at her neck, she stroked faster. I gazed into her eyes; want to reciprocate and she gave me the approving nod.
I took my hand from her breast and slid it under the damp dress. Her thighs were so soft, lightly damp from her dress. When I moved closer to her clit, I felt a completely different kind of heat. I had fingered Bella before, but never like this. It had always been something along the lines of where I was running my hand down her jeans when she still had underwear on, but never with her lying down, let alone in a dress while she was touching my cock. The minute I put one finger into her, her grasp quickly tightened. She released me. If she wanted me to take her tonight I was going to make sure she was ready. I had never done more than one finger inside of her and one on her clit. I started with one finger, letting her tightness and warmth cover it, bending it ever so slightly. I put in the second finger; a moan came from Bella as she arched her back slightly.
"More Edward. Please! I want more!" I started thrusting my fingers faster. We were finding a rhythm. Her body started to move along with my hands and her hips were moving to meet my fingers.
"Now Edward, I want you to be inside of me now!"
I couldn't believe it. I was going to lose my virginity to the love of my life, on Valentines Day, in a gazebo with a rainstorm and lighting. She then proceeded to pull a condom out of my wallet, I heeded the good advice to I have one with me at all times. She slid it on, all the while looking into my eyes. They held so much love and trust in them. At that moment, when I expected fear from her, all I saw was trust.
I was ready for this moment. I knew that with my size, I was going to hurt her at first. I took her legs up into the air. I kissed her with all the love and passion I had ever held for her. I entered slowly until there was no room left insider of her. I pressed my forehead to hers as I broke away from the kiss
"You're my everything, Bella, I love you." I was hurting her, but somehow I knew it was making her happy. I kissed her tears away. We stayed like that for a minute or 2. She felt amazing. As much as I wasn't worried about lasting with Bella; I didn't want to lose this emotional connection we were having in that moment. I slowly pulled myself out of her and with more care than even I knew I had for her, I started making love to Bella.
It was tender, it was emotional, and with each thrust I felt a connection pulling us closer and closer together. I felt her start to get tighter; her breathing was getting a little more labored. The tightness was becoming almost too much for me.
"I'm almost there baby, harder, please, baby, oh god" Her back was arching. She couldn't have been any tighter on me. I let go. I came for the first time inside of a woman and with her.
So much love, so much trust so much passion. We didn't move. We didn't have much choice, but we wouldn't have budged regardless.
When we both had come down from our high we just laid there facing each other, peppering kisses on each other's faces and holding hands. We stayed there till the rain started to let up, then we walked back to the car. The bracelet I had gotten her was waiting in the little blue box on her seat. It was a silver bangle that was engraved with the words "Let Me Count The Ways" around it. As I reached into my jacket pocket for my keys, I found Bella's panties. I smiled. She opened the bracelet and put it on immediately.
That gift meant almost as much as the bracelet that I gave her when I told her I loved her. There was one other gift Bella would always wear. I gave her a ring on our 5-year anniversary. Her dad nearly flipped out on me, but when I explained the context of the ring he let go of the shotgun and continued to chug his beer. The ring was a commitment I made to her, to take care of her when she needed it, to watch over her and to love her unconditionally. I asked her not to wear it on her left hand and she agreed.
The little Tiffany's box that it came in would be making a return soon enough.
Her Northwestern acceptance letter came the next day.
We stood in front of the counter with Victoria, a personal shopper at Tiffany's that I had come to know while living near Chicago for school. I walked into the store with my mother and Alice. Victoria and I had discussed engagement ring possibilities, but today was the day I was actually going to purchases one. With Alice and my mom there, I was bound the pick out the perfect one. In my mind, it was between three rings, which Victoria quickly retrieved.
The first one was a classic emerald cut solitaire on a platinum band. Both my sister and mother shook their heads at that one, claiming it wasn't Bella.
The second one was a circle cut diamond surrounded by other small circles and a covered band; this was my second choice for Bella's ring. It was beautiful and had many beautiful facets, like my Bella, but it still seemed too plain.
When they saw my third choice for Bella's ring, they all smiled; my mom even had a tear in her eye. It was a platinum band with a flower shaped diamond. It was unique yet simple; to put it in a word, it was Bella. All four of us nodded our heads. A ring was finally going to be in my possession and soon enough, on Bella's hand.
Rosalie was vacuuming my apartment because it apparently wasn't clean enough for her. She was just about five months into her first pregnancy and already nesting. I was lucky enough to have my entire family there to help me propose to Bella. We were about to graduate college in two weeks and I was starting Northwestern med school in the fall. When I got home, my father, mother, sisters and their husbands all sat around the dining room table. When I pulled out the ring to show the rest of my family, the universal question was "Well how are you going to ask her?" I looked at my mother and asked, "Did you bring that box I asked you to keep?" She smiled and nodded her head. She went to her suitcase and brought it out for me. Inside were all of the boxes from every piece of Tiffany's jewelry I had bought Bella. Thirteen in total, each with a sticky note inside reminding me what each box had once held. I looked at my family's confused faces and decided that it was time to tell them my plan.
I quickly made them all pack up their suitcases and dropped them off at their hotel on Michigan Ave. I hurried back to the apartment, packed up all of the little blue boxes and hoped in the shower. I had laid out my suit for the night and had texted Angela, Bella's best friend, to make sure she had a redeemable dress for the night. I showered quickly and got dressed with enough time left over to grab the ring and admire it for a while.
When Bella got home she quickly threw down her bag and jumped into my arms. She had just finished her last final in creative artistic critique. " I love you but I smell and so I'm going to hop in the shower, how long do I have to get ready?" I kissed her quickly and put her down on the ground, " Our reservation is at 6:30 but it is in the city so about an hour or so". She kissed me chastely on the lips and started to strip as she walked into the bathroom heading towards the shower. I took a peek to see the dress she was going to be wearing tonight; it was the perfect dress. It would look divine on Bella. I even saw a pink striped bag and knew exactly what was going to be in it.
Bella came out of the shower 10 minutes later in her robe and a towel wrapped around her head. She quickly grabbed the bags, kissed my cheek and pinched by butt. I was so in love with this woman, words could not describe it. When she came out 15 minutes later I felt as if my heart stopped. The dress was pleated at the bust and had a band at the waist. It stopped right at her knees. And the slight scoop in the neck made Bella look so regal and perfect. The color made Bella's skin glow , the dark navy against her slightly tanned skin made her look like and angel. She was wearing the same earrings I had bought her for prom along with the matching necklace I had gotten her for her 21st birthday. Her promise ring was on her right hand. She was perfection. The little heels made her a bit taller, but I still had about an extra 4 inches on her.
I took her by the arm and guided her out the door. When we got to the car I placed a blindfold on her to make sure she couldn't see where we were going. Before I started driving, I sent a text to my family so they could set up the apartment for when I would come back. I started the car and queued up my iPod's "Love Bells" playlist. It was all cute songs that reminded us of the other. When I stopped the car and took of Bella's blindfold off, she blinked her eyes a few times, looked and me and kissed me.
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"Riva" she said and I quickly got out and opened her door for her. This was the same restaurant we went to after our first anniversary together in Chicago, where I took her for valentines day every year, where I took her after she had gotten her job at the tribune and where we celebrated me getting into med school. It held a lot of memories. But I had another idea. I looked at her and held her hand as we rounded the corner to a horse drawn carriage. A white open carriage was waiting for us with a man and beautiful chocolate brown horse. It was starting to get dark out so when we looked up you could start to see the stars. When the carriage stopped and looked at me like I had just told her we won the lottery. We the 5-minute walk turned into a 20-minute carriage ride to Cité. It was at the top of Lake Point Tower on the 70th floor. I made sure that we were seated so you could over see the boardwalk. I kept grabbing Bella's hand the entire night and kissing the back of it like a perfect gentleman. I had ordered Dom Perignon Rose, which I had shared with Bella twice before, once on her 21st anniversary and the day I had gotten into med school. All the pieces we starting to come together. I had planed ahead with the meal, each course reminding her of something in our past. The Lobster Gnocchi appetizer for when we went to Maine on a family vacation in high school, the Fresh Buffalo Mozzarella Salad for the spring break sophomore year we went to Italy, Poppyseed Ahi Tuna for the trip to Hawaii senior year after graduation and the Caramel apple for the state fair we went to on a school field trip freshman year, the first time I ever held her hand, and when she fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus ride back. Those memories brought a slight dampness to my eyes and the same to Bella's'. She remembered each memories with each passing course. The night was not filled with meaning less frivol about graduation or med school, but remembering the past almost 9 years of our lives together. This was exactly what I had planed for, and with Bella's smile with each new course, I knew that proposing to her was absolutely right.
When we go into he car I told her I had one more surprise for her. I replaced the blindfold and put back on the "tonight is the night for bling" playlist I had made earlier. It had songs like "when you really love a woman", "crash into me" " A drop in the ocean" and ended the ride with " have you ever". That song was our first dance at the freshman dance in high school. I could see that Bella was getting teary eyed even with the blindfold on. I reached for her over the center console and kissed and told her for the millionth time that night that I loved her. When I toped the car and guided her hand into the lobby of the building up to the elevator and to the door of our apartment. I stood behind her and held onto her waist as I opened the door and took her blindfold off. The flameless candles led a path to the dining room table where there were a few more flameless candles and 14 little blue boxes lined up in 2 rows of 7. Bella look surprised and confused. I assured he I didn't go and buy more things for her. I told her to open the boxes one by one. Inside of each box was a letter, a single post it not with a single letter drawn carefully on it. I stood behind her as she opened the first box " W", she looked confused and opened the second box "I", and the third and fourth boxes, "L", "L". She still seemed confused and little annoyed as she moved onto the rest of the boxes in that row "Y" "O" "U". Still looking confused I kissed her on the cheek as she opened the first box in the second row. "M" she stopped and looked at me confused and teary eyed. She then opened the next 4 boxes quickly "A" "R" "R" Y". She then started to cry and smile. As she opened the next box " M" and then the last box, which was empty. As she turned to me, I got down on one knee and held her left hand.
"Bella, in the 8 years that I have know you and loved you I would always picture the day I would be able to call you my wife. I knew it from the day of our first kiss, to when gave ourselves to each other in the gazebo. When you went back to take care of Charlie, I started planning on how to ask you to marry me. So for the past 8 years I've been saving each of these blue boxes that held not only a piece of jewelry but a piece of our history. The last one was empty because it represents the future we have yet to make together. So I ask you, Isabella Marie Swan, will you fill the last tiffany's box with our future and do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
She looked at me as I pulled out the actual ring box that was inside the last box and opened it to reveal her ring. She was crying tears and smiling whipping them away with her right hand. She said yes so many times that I couldn't count. I slid on the ring and she jumped into my arms and kissed me. Right then the lights turned on and our family came out from behind the couch to surprise us. Alice had been hiding behind the chair with Bella's camera taking pictures and then ran over to hug her. Charlie came out from the bedroom along with Seth and James. Everyone was hugging each other as I snuck away to grab another present for Bella. When I came back I held out a grey hoodie that I placed over her. She giggled when she saw the back, written in blue and white " Soon to be Mrs. Cullen". That was they day I asked Bella to be my wife, and the day my heart became complete.
