The 5 Love Languages Chapter 2 – Vitameatavegamin

Author's Note: I actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Towards the middle of the second installment, I had an idea of incorporating a silly quote from I Love Lucy. I hope you enjoyed it so far. Thank you for reviewing and adding my story to your favorites and alerts. You all are awesome! :)

"Now it's your turn, Edward." I smiled, sliding the mouse over to his side. He went through the choices before the actual quiz started, picking Married and Husband. Or course he would choose those options, and he couldn't help chuckling when I rolled my eyes.

Preference 1: I wish my wife would send me a love note (or text or email) for no special reason.

I would like more hugs from my wife.

He clicked on the second choice. I was mildly surprised by his answer, and as if he read my mind, Edward said, "Holding you in my arms and hearing your heartbeat are the most beautiful things I have in my entire existence."

I blushed from his statement and his gaze turned soft. My heart was spluttering in my chest from his smoldering stare and he finally averted his eyes back on the screen.

Preference 2: I would like to spend more time alone with my wife, just the two of us.

I enjoy working around the house with my wife.

Edward selected the first choice.

Preference 3: Receiving special gifs from my wife makes me happy – I wish she would do it more!

One of my favorite things is traveling with my wife.

I looked up at him and got lost in his eyes, remembering our special place in the meadow.

Preference 4: I wish my wife would touch me more.

Once again, my hormones caused my thoughts to become inappropriate. Edward raised his eyebrows after hearing my heart race and shook his head and sighing.

"What are you thinking, Bella?"

"N-nothing." I couldn't help giggling in embarrassment.

He continued to stare at me with curiosity, but decided to drop the subject for now.

Preference 5: I wish my wife would sometimes put her arm around me when we are with others.

I'm sure he won't need to be convinced to show our PDA in front of Mike Newton.

Preference 6: I like to hold my wife's hand.

With that statement, I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling content.

Preference 7… I whispered "I love you," and he kissed the top of my head.

Preference 8: I feel loved when my wife tells me, "You look good."

"You have the most beautiful body and soul, Edward, and one of these days you'll believe it, too."

Seeming at a loss for words, Edward gave me my favorite crooked smile, hugging me to his side.

Preference 9: I wish my wife and I could spend more time together

Tracing his finger along my lower lip, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You are an extraordinary woman. No measure of time with you will be long enough for me." He said, and I gazed up at him in awe. I couldn't understand how this amazing man chose me – a boring, weak human – when he could have anybody else in the world. His eyes shimmered with an unfathomable joy and admiration whenever he looked at me, and all I could do was stare at him; I probably looked pathetic to others. I loved him so much, I trusted him wholeheartedly without a doubt, and he owned my heart and soul.

Preference 10: I would love it if my wife could say, "I'm proud of you."

When my wife cooks a nice meal for me, I feel very loved.

A response particularly unusual for me burst forth out of my mouth. I started to laugh after reading the second option. Edward seemed amused, but also confused. "Bella, are you okay?"

I knew I could never fix him dinner that Charlie would love. A bizarre image formed in my head: I imagined myself as a housewife back in the 1950s. Even though Edward wasn't born around that time, I figured the traditions were still the same. Suddenly, the infamous theme song from the sitcom, I Love Lucy, began playing in my mind. An episode I've watched during a re-run marathon on TV Land a while ago came into focus…

Lucy stood in front of the camera, holding up a bottle for a commercial. "The answer to all your problems is in this little bottle. Vitameatavegamin. Vitameatavegamin contains vitamins, meat, vegetables, and minerals. Yes, with Vitameatavegamin, you can spoon your way to health! All you do is take a teaspoon full after every meal. It's so tasty, too!" Lucy swallows a spoon full of the liquid and looks disgusted, but recovers after a moment and sends a forced smile. "It tastes like candy!"

Now I pictured Edward in the same outfit and holding up a deer carcass, his mouth trickling with animal blood. "All you do is sprint after a buck, jump onto its back, break its neck, and then sink your teeth through the skin." He demonstrated this by placing his lips over the deer's neck and started to drink, momentarily lifting his face up to grin at the audience. "When you're a vampire, it's easy to pierce through the sinews and muscle to locate the carotid artery, like biting through butter. It tastes like candy!"

Somehow, in my little daydream, Emmett appeared in front of the camera, waving and shoving Edward out of view. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie. That's not how you show the ladies and gents to drink blood…" And then he maneuvered himself behind the deer, the camera zooming in to focus on Emmett's jaws locking on the animal's jugular and moaning sexually, caressing the deer as if it was Rosalie. I was shocked from the unexpected outcome of my imagination. I've been spending way too much time with Emmett.

I snapped out of the trance, shook my head and glanced up at Edward to catch his reaction. The expression on his face made my heart feel like mush; he was very interested in what made me go off in La-La Land, but from the look in his eyes told me he was frustrated as well. I peeked out from under my eyelashes, trying to hide my embarrassment, but the heat flushed to my cheeks, betraying my true emotions.

"What were you thinking about, love?" He asked, a note of humor in his voice.

I answered too quickly. "Nothing." I mentally kicked myself in the butt. Everyone knew I was a terrible liar.

"Please tell me, Bella. I want to know what you're thinking right this minute… and the few minutes earlier when you were daydreaming." He pleaded. I had to give him credit; when he dazzled me, I would agree to anything he requested without hesitation.

Sighing, I leaned back and twisted a strand of my hair around my finger, biting my lip. "Um… have you seen the show, I Love Lucy?" I smacked my forehead, realizing my stupid question. Of course he would've watched it; he was alive – technically – during those years.

But Edward was graceful in noticing my mistake. He nodded and smiled. "Yes. I was actually a bit, well, obsessed with it for a while." Looking down at his lap, he laughed quietly as if remembering a private joke. "Why?"

"Well, I kinda imagined you were wearing a dress and an apron. Instead of doing the Vitameatavegamin commercial, you were demonstrating how to drink animal blood." I averted my gaze to look at the computer screen. "And, uh, then it went all screwy when Emmett showed up and pretended the deer was Rosalie…" My voice trailed off until I was barely whispering.

I didn't want to tell him all the gory details; in fact, Edward was mimicking Lucille Ball's accent perfectly, muttering, "All you have to do is take a teaspoon full after every meal." He then proceeded to change his expression into that of horror and revulsion.

It dawned on me that his grimace was similar to when we'd come across a werewolf. I didn't have to ask him to describe Jacob's scent; Edward's face explained it all. Although I assumed that to a vampire, a comparison to the smell of werewolves would be filthy gym socks and cow manure. After that thought passed, I no longer had an appetite for dinner. Ugh.

On a lighter note, I watched Edward complete the next few questions… that is, until we came to preference 26.

Preference 26: I love having sex with my wife

I like it when my wife goes to the store and picks up little things she knows I'll like.

Oh my… I buried my face in my arms as I attempted to keep the shred of dignity I had left. Edward was silent, he was as deeply shocked as I was at that moment. But then I heard him giggle – yes, giggle – like a mischievous child sticking his tongue out when his mother wasn't looking. I joined him in our awkward laughter, and a part of me wondered which choice he'd select, while the other part of me wished he would close the internet and forget he ever started the quiz.

After we quieted down, Edward hovered the cursor over the second choice. My heart started to race in my chest, both of us knowing full well the double meaning behind that phrase. I pursed my lips to stop another giggle, and took a deep breath to relax myself.

"Eeenie, meenie, miney, mo…" He whispered, and finally selected the first one. I nearly had a heart attack right there.

"Calm down, Bella," Edward warned, eyeing me thoughtfully. "It's just a silly test."

I decided to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to argue with him.

He finished the test within the next thirty seconds, sighing contentedly after we got his results.

Your Scores:

4 – Words of Affirmation

10 – Quality Time

2 – Receiving Gifts

5 – Acts of Service

9 – Physical Touch

Quality Time and Physical Touch. We were one and the same.

Our eyes widened and we turned to look at each other.

"I don't believe it." I gazed up at him and wrapped my arms around him, needing to close the space between us.

"Me neither." Edward's love shone in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me fully on my lips. The kiss was searing and passionate; he lost the slightest amount of restraint in his touch and trailed his fingers along my spine. I shivered and gasped a little, climbing into his lap and straddling him. I thrust my hands through his hair and kneaded his scalp. The most beautiful sound in the world came from him then: he moaned, his sweet breath intoxicating my senses. As usual, though, he was the first to pull away, but this time he seemed smug. Maybe his lapse in his control could have a healthy outlet. And unusual for the both of us, he allowed me to stay on his lap.

"I love you," I said, and we shared an intense look. He gently brushed his lips on mine again, beaming.

"As I love you, forevermore." He stated. I've never seen him so happy before this moment, and desire rushed through me in the pit of my stomach. However, I had to decide this carefully. One wrong word on my part would halt the progress of the physical aspect of our relationship.

And then, while I tried to catch my breath, the past conversations of our future hit me like a wrecking ball. This was going to be risky, and unconventional, but there wasn't a better time than the present.

"Edward Anthony Mason Cullen," I began, trying to convey all the love I had for him in my words. He tilted his head to the side, silently questioning me. I only said his full name if I was furious, but I wasn't in the slightest right now. Instead, I was extremely nervous, and an uncomfortable lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling with emotion. All of the sudden, it shouldn't matter to either of us on what's 'traditional.' Maybe if I wasn't raised to shudder at the thought of marriage, it wouldn't bug me so much. So, I was taking a leap of faith, asking him this important question; a question that would alter both of our lives for the rest of eternity.

"Edward Anthony Mason Cullen," I repeated, smiling a little to show I wasn't angry. "I love you with everything in me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't bear the thought of losing you, and I don't want to compromise with you anymore. We don't even have to try; I shouldn't have struggled with you so much on the issue of sex. We'll cross that bridge once we come to it."

I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered beneath the surface. "But I guess what I'm trying to say is… will you marry me?"

Edward's unreadable expression slipped away, revealing his angel face that was bright with unfathomable joy. He was kissing me, his lips exultant, leaving me breathless. I was lightheaded when he moved his mouth to whisper in my ear.

"Yes, you have no idea how happy I am to become your husband."

I laughed, gasping quietly. "I believe you."

"Do you mind if I show you something?" he murmured, tightening his arms around me.

"Sure."

He let me go and slid away, taking my hand and pulling me along with him. I sat on the edge of the bed, eager to find out what he would show me. He knelt next to the small bedside table. He was back on the bed with me in an instant, sitting beside me and holding a little black box. The surface was smooth with satin. I hesitated.

"You didn't spend a lot of money on it, did you?"

"I didn't spend a dime," he assured me. "This is the ring my father gave to my mother."

I lifted the lid, peering inside. Nestled into the black satin, Elizabeth Mason's ring sparkled in the light. The face was long and oval, set with rows of glittering round diamonds. The band was gold, delicate and narrow.

"It's beautiful, Edward." I spoke with the strange pricking of tears in my eyes.

Edward tenderly kissed the tears away before they fell. He took my left hand in his and slid the ring into place on my third finger. "Thank you. I promise to love you forever." He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed my ring.

My next response was quite unexpected to hear even to my ears. "Hey, Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Remember when you said you were obsessed with I Love Lucy?"

"Yes…" Edward wasn't really concentrating on my question. He was too busy kissing my wrist.

"Then why do you have the complete DVD collection sitting by your TV?"

For the first time in a while, he was rendered speechless.