Disclaimer: SM owns all characters. The plot is mine.

Chapter 1 : As you sow so shall you reap

Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you.

Bob Marley

Bella packed her bag up as quickly as she could. It was Christmas Eve and she was still at the studio.

"Don't go, Bella," a voice whispered behind her and she jumped as she felt a pair of two warm hands settle on her waist. She relaxed, though, as she felt familiar lips graze across the back of her neck.

"Edward," she murmured and turned slowly, staring deep into the crystal blue eyes she loved so much. "Baby, I have to go."

"No. You don't have to anything. You could stay here with me tonight. Just for tonight. Please babe," he whined and slipped into his pout. She laughed and turned back around to packing her bag, shaking her head at his antics.

"Bellaaaaa."

"Edwaaaard."

"Fine. Go on then. Get outta here," he grumbled and dropped his hands from her waist, pouting like he was 3 instead of 30.

Bella grinned and raised one eyebrow. "Really? I can go?"

"Well I can't stop you if you want to go, can I?"

Bella stood up on tippy toes and whispered in his ears. "I bet you could," she purred.

Edward growled and pulled her to him roughly, crushing her mouth with his. She only moaned in approval and pulled herself up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The kiss went on and on until she pulled away for air. Even then his mouth only went to her neck, sucking the skin there gently and she threw her head back as she ground against his erection.

"Bella, baby, you need to stop doing that if—fucking hell—you're going home, mm, anytime soon," he choked as she licked his Adam's apple

It wasn't like Bella was completely unaffected either. "Mmm, maybe I don't want to go." She bit his earlobe and he growled. The sound went straight between her legs and she ground against him again.

"That's it. You're not going anywhere. You started this, now finish it," he grunted.

"Gladly," she murmured. Hands wandered, lips discovered skin, sighs melted into cries and they were lost once again.

It was almost five in the evening when Edward opened his eyes, his back stiff from sleeping on the floor. Bella was breathtaking as her brown hair spilled like honey from a jar all around her, creating a halo effect. Her satisfaction was obvious through the small smile that played on her lips. Even asleep she was beautiful. And she was his.

He carefully pulled himself away from her, disentangling himself carefully but ended up waking her anyway. He grinned sheepishly at her as she cracked an eye open.

"I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Mm, I know. Where are you going? Come back to bed," she pouted adorably and Edward chuckled.

"Baby, I wouldn't be going anywhere if this was a bed. This," he gestured around them, "is not a bed though. And it's killing my back." He sighed a little and when he looked at her, his smile was bright, his eyes teasing.

"You know you could always take me up on that offer for a bed. It would help. God knows we have more sex here than we do anywhere else."

"We have a lot of sex in your car too. Does that mean we should install a bed there too?" Bella insisted.

Edward raised his hands up in surrender. "Alright, cool. Just don't blame me if we both die of early back and neck problems."

"Whatever. Come back to bed," she grumbled and reached up her hands, trying to pull him back to her.

"Stop calling this a bed," he countered.

"Fine. Come back to me. Worship on the altar of my ivory mounds," she quoted his favorite book and Edward's eyes snapped open as he glared at her while she shook with her laughter.

Edward was angry at her no doubt, but while he stared into her eyes something close to awe warmed him from head to toe. This wonderful, beautiful woman was all his and he was so, so glad to have her. Suddenly the four block distance between their apartments was too much.

"Move in with me."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his eyes widened comically. He had meant the words, of course, but holy shit…

Bella, however, was completely unfazed. If nothing, she looked a little suspicious.

"Move in with you?"

"Yes. Move in with me. Or I'll move in with you. Either way I don't want four blocks between us. And I want to spend New Year's with you."

"Okay," she nodded, still unfazed, although her eyes twinkled and the façade was dropping quickly.

"Okay? Really? We're staying together?"

"Together," she nodded and he bent down so they could seal it with a kiss.

Next Year – Christmas Eve

"Edward you are such a man whore. You could have totally just like, not flirted with that girl. You still had to, didn't you?" Bella huffed, frustrated. Edward smirked from his corner on his bed. Their bed.

"Well we wouldn't have gotten that pretty throw pillow that you wanted if I hadn't flirted with her, would we?"

"Ugh, I bought that just to annoy you. You and I both know how much we both hate throw pillows."

Edward laughed and turned back to the television. "Uh huh."

Bella stomped her foot in frustration, walking out to the living room, storming back in and throwing said throw pillow at him. He laughed even harder. She tried her best to stay angry but failed miserably. A few seconds later, she joined in too.

He motioned her closer and she climbed up, snuggling to his side as he wrapped his hands around her.

"We're going to have a great life together, baby."

His tone had changed and she turned to face him. He swallowed nervously, while her eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. Edward ran his fingers though his hair, messing them up more so than the usual.

"Edward?" she whispered.

He stood up nervously, backed away from her and knelt on the floor while she faced him. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears and she blinked them back furiously, not wanting to miss a minute of this.

"I've practiced this in my head all day. All week. But now I can't remember a word." But Edward was still grinning and Bella thought it was all the more perfect because it wasn't perfect.

"Say anything, Edward," Bella shrugged. "It's always going to be perfect if it's you."

Edward nodded, encourage by her faith in him. "Bella…you're amazing. You deserved to be proposed to in any way your crazy brain can come up with. You deserve to be proposed to every day. You deserve anything you want, every thing you want and, for some reason, I'm lucky enough to be one of those things. So have me. Marry me. Let me be your best friend and your boyfriend and your fiancé and your husband and everything in the world I can possibly be to you. So just let me be close to you, always. Marry me." Edward closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Crap I said that twice already.

"Say it again," she said to him. "Third time's a charm."

"Bella," he said, looking right at her. He was serious and she was too. Her heart was pounding as he took one of her hands and pulled the ring box out of his pocket with the other. He opened it and slipped the ring right on to her finger. She didn't even look at the ring; nothing, not even her ring could make her look away from his eyes, at that moment. "Marry me."

"Of course!" she said because, of course she'd marry him. The motion was so fast but suddenly there was a ring on her finger and she was engaged. She was officially someone's. She was officially Edward's. She was laughing and crying and just happy.

Edward stood and swept her into his arms, saying "really?" against her lips as he kissed her and she said "yes" back a million times. He'd asked and she just couldn't stop saying yes.

If every moment with Edward could be even one-thousandth as fun and loving as that one was, then she knew she was in for a very good life.