A/N: I do not own any characters from the Twilight Saga series. The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. This chapter is unbeta'd.
Bella-Seven months earlier
"Bella, can you please come here for a minute?" Edward asked from downstairs. I looked at my work that I was trying to finish for the longest. My publisher was going to kill me as the rough draft of my second book, Midnight Love, was long overdue and the deadline was next weekend. I got up and began the short trek downstairs, but stumbled on the last step as I saw the sight before me. My husband and our two children, Renesmee and Masen, were standing in the middle of a candlelit living room with "Happy Birthday" banners hung up, balloons in each child hand, and Edward holding a lit birthday cake.
"You like, mommy?" Renesmee, my 6-year-old daughter asked.
"Its beautiful, my darlings." I replied still shocked from the beautiful notion that my family did. Edward put the cake on the table before walking over to me and kissed my temple.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Edward said.
"We love you, mommy." Masen, my 4-year-old son said.
"I love you both also. Come here." I replied.
My children ran into my arms and everything felt right in the world.
"Dad, are we still going to Grandma's house?" Nessie asked.
"Why are they going to your parent's house?" I asked confused.
"Because you, my darling, have a gorgeous date night with your darling husband who has a few more surprises up his sleeve?" Edward replied.
"Edward, please tell me that you did not buy me any gifts. You and our kids are enough." I said.
"You do know that your request has fallen on deaf ears since we met. So, I want you to go upstairs, take a hot bath, and get dressed. There will be a driver here to pick you up in exactly 2 hours. I love you." Edward said smiling.
"I love you too, Edward." I said as I kissed my kids goodnight.
"We love you, mommy." Masen said hugging me tightly.
I watched as Edward and kids walked out the door before going upstairs to follow his directions.
*2 hours later*
I shouldn't be this nervous. It was just my husband and I going out, but I was a little nervous about what Edward had planned for tonight. Locking the door behind me, i saw a black stretch limousine pull up in front of the door. As the driver reached our destination, the door opened and there stood my husband, looking as dashing as ever, holding a beautiful bouquet of lilies, my favorites. We were standing in front of my favorite Italian restaurant and at the same spot that Edward forst asked me to marry him.
"Happy birthday, Bella." Edward said. We had a nice romantic dinner in a beautiful private room before going home and enjoying the rest of the night worshiping each other. This was the best birthday ever.
