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It was early on a Sunday morning. The sun shone through the curtains, illuminating the room in a mystical fashion. It was a rare event to see the sun this bright, living in Forks. It made me feel especially happy about the day ahead. I was lying in his bed, tangled in the sheets with the pillow to the left of my face. I had just opened my eyes, so everything was still a little blurry. To the right of me lay Edward. His eyes were fixated on me. As my eyes adjusted to the room and the light, I smiled and chuckled to myself. His skin was sparkling in the sunlight. It is so unfair to be so beautiful. He was mine, though, all mine and I felt blessed to be in his presence.

"Good morning, sunshine." He murmured.

"Hey." I breathed.

I realized that my breath must be incredibly disgusting. Damn, morning breath.

"I need to go brush my teeth." I said in a slightly raspy voice.

"I have an extra toothbrush in my bathroom." He said.

I got up from the bed and quickly walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My messy hair was evident of bed head and my face was sticky from night sweat.

Ugh, I look like a demented Barbie doll.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth and fixed my hair into a ponytail. I turned off the light and walked back into Edward's bedroom. He was still on the bed. He watched me as I climbed back into the bed with him.

"Did you sleep well last night, love?" He asked.

"Pretty well, actually, I don't think I woke up once."

"No, you sure didn't. I would have known. You did talk a little bit, though." He chuckled.

I looked down and blushed.

"What did I say, exactly?"

"Something about Charlie and the wedding plans…" He trailed off.

"Oh my God, the engagement! I almost forgot!" I cried, embarrassed.

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer to him. My heart jumped. He breathed in deeply and gently glided his nose across my collarbone. I let out a gasp and smiled to myself. I found it hard to breathe when he touched me. His nose continued to glide up to my jaw line and to the corner of my lips. His lips met mine with a sense of urgency. It was a quick kiss, though, unfortunately. Our lips separated. He looked at me with his liquid topaz eyes.

"Would you like me to tell Charlie today?" I asked him, hesitantly.

"Only if you're ready." He said.

"I am."

"He won't hate you for this, Bella, don't be worried." He assured me.

I grabbed my engagement ring from the bedside table and put it on my ring finger. It fit perfectly. It looked spectacular in the morning sunlight. I took Edward's hand in mine and looked at him. I ran my free hand over his cheek. His eyes closed as my fingers lightly caressed his face. He turned his head into my hand and kissed my fingertips, then my palm. As he opened his eyes, they glittered in the light.

"Let's go." He smiled.