AN: this is my first Twilight fic, so review but please be nice! I didn't really like the way that Edward got Bella to say yes to marrying him, so I wrote another version. This happens right after Jacob kisses Bella and she's just gotten her hand fixed up by Carlisle.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Third person, limited omniscient POV
"Edward, I was thinking about when you told Jacob that you'd be fighting for me too."
"Yes, love, I told you. I'm here as long as you want me, and I'm not about to roll over for that dog to come and take you away."
Bella climbed onto the golden bed cover and curled her body into a ball. Could she really do this? After everything her mom taught her about getting married, and being smart about it, could she really discard that? She loved Edward and wanted to stay with him for the rest of forever, but marrying him?
Edward crawled over to where she sat, put an arm gently around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. "Bella honey, what's wrong?"
She curled her body into his larger form as her mind and heart fought inside of her. Before she knew it, she was struggling to hold back tears, and a few slipped down her cheeks. Edward looked down at her and with the cool pad of his thumb wiped away the stubborn tears.
"Oh, I get it. You don't want me to fight for you, do you?" Bella opened her mouth to interrupt and let him know that she didn't want him to fight, but because he didn't need to fight for her, but he lightly placed a finger on her lips. "I- I can take you home, J- Jacob might still be there, and you can tell him to good news." Edward struggled to get through the words, his voice breaking on Jacob's name, as he disentangled himself from her and moved from the bed.
"NO!" Bella cried. Even if that had been her decision, it would have been abandoned that very instant, due to the pain pooling in his topaz eyes. "I don't want to go to my house. I'm already home. Wherever you are is my home." She vehemently proclaimed as she moved from the bed to stand in front of him and look into his eyes.
"You're right, I don't want you to feel like you have to fight for me, but it's because you already have me. I've been yours since I first laid eyes on you that day in the cafeteria." She wasn't at all sure the next part of what she needed to say would come out coherently. At times like these she truly wished he could read her mind so that he could merely pluck the thought from her brain and know what she meant to be saying. Although right now her brain was such a jumbled collection of thoughts, it probably wouldn't help anyway.
"I think… maybe we should… make it more official" She looked up, desperately hoping he understood what she meant and she wouldn't have to try to say it again. She got her wish as the comprehension dawned on his features.
"Wait here" he told her, but he was back so quickly that he needn't have said anything. He got down on one knee and took her left hand in his right. His other hand held a small velvet box. "Isabella Marie Swan, will you marry me?"
Her heart won over, and her brain shut down. The small yes that escaped her lips, and relief settled over her.
He slid the beautiful ring up onto her finger and leaned down to give her a kiss. As they broke apart, they both looked down at the ring as it shone on her pale hand, where it would stay, forevermore.