I stared down at the sparkling object in my hand, thinking of the pros and cons of this piece.
I couldn't; it was perfect. It had 'Bella' written all over it.
It was delicate, yet exquisite and elegant.
"I'll take it," I said swiftly, not wanting to stress over it further. The manager of the shop, Jessica Stanley, and old friend of mine too, smiled a warm smile and proceeded to the checkout area.
Tiffany&Co wasn't one of my usual places to shop. It was one of those shops one would enter for a special occasion, such as this one. Bella's birthday was something very special to me – as was our first date, our first kiss, first time intimately, first child born…all of these things mattered to me deeply. Bella mattered to me more than anything in this world; she was my life and my soul. And I knew she felt the same way.
"Here you go, Mr. Cullen. I'm sure Mrs. Cullen will love it." She handed me the bag, not taking 'no' for an answer when I said I didn't want a discount just because we were friends.
Exiting the shop with the pale, light blue bag in my hand, I opened the door to my Aston Martin Vanquish and as the engine purred to life, I zoomed through the streets towards our loft, anxious to get home to the love of my life.
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"Honey, I'm home!" I said, even though it is a very cliché thing to say as a man enters into his own home.
"In the living room, baby!" she replied, a little scream heard from somewhere next to the kitchen on my left.
I walked towards the kitchen and my suspicions are proven correct, the little scream was my own daughter. I picked Ella up, gave her a kiss and handed her the blue bag from my hand.
"How about we give that to Mommy right now?" I whispered into her ear and she giggled. The mind of a five-year-old works in such a fascinating way, I told myself.
I carried Ella into the living room, where Bella was sitting down on the couch, massaging her feet.
"Let me do that for you, love." I put Ella down and she ran to her mother, hiding the present behind her back. I sat down next to my beautiful wife, taking in her glow and the happiness flooding the room, radiating from her.
"Happy buffday, Mommy!" Ella squealed in delight and shoved the present into her mother's lap. Bella squealed too, looking at me for a second and then returned back to the present.
"Edward, you shouldn't have! Ella, thank you, sweetheart. What did you get me?" Bella stood up and came to sit closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder.
She opens the box carefully, not wanting to get a paper cut as she always would when not careful. Going through the soft, cushioned material covering her present, she was squirming in her seat and Ella was watching anxiously.
Then, the bracelet shined in the lights of the room and the twilight scene outside, peeking through the translucent curtains.
"Oh my gosh, this is absolutely beautiful!" A tear escaped her eye and I quickly caught it, not wanting to see that ever again – unless it's because she felt happiness. "Thank you, Edward," she whispered against my ear slowly, and I heard the low growl in her voice.
Guess someone is getting lucky tonight, and the other clearly can't get enough.
I chuckled lightly, looking at the scene before me; my pregnant wife and our daughter laughing over a little joke that turned into massive fits of giggles, in our perfect loft, happily ever after.
A/N: Happy birthday Jes, I love you and I'm definitely your bitch!