The Birthday

BPOV

I was making a birthday cake for Edward. I had no idea when his birthday actually was, but I thought of making him a cake to celebrate it.

I had already burnt my first attempt at a cake, I was now working on the second one.

I quickly put it in the oven and went into the bathroom, looking for a hair tie. When I found one I sloppily put my hair up in a loose bun.

The cake had about another twenty minutes in the oven. I had time to do a load of laundry and to straighten my room.

So I went upstairs and gathered all of Charlie's and my dirty clothes and threw them in the washer with the detergent.

I then went back upstairs straightening up my room.

When I heard the buzzer go off downstairs I quickly raced down the stairs and into the kitchen. When I opened the oven I saw smoke.

I sighed as I was about to take out the second burnt cake, until I felt something wet hit my foot. I looked down and saw water and soap suds coming from the laundry room.

"Oh, no," I muttered. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

I ran to open the doors, but slid on my way.

"Ow," I groaned.

"Bella," I heard Edward's musical voice call my name from the front door.

"No! Don't come in," I said, trying to get up, but I continuously fell back down.

"Bella, what is that smell? It smells like something's burning. Are you okay," he asked, his voice getting closer.

"Yes, I'm fine just, ugh," I exclaimed trying to get up.

I then saw two feet in front of me. "I thought I told you not to come in," I sighed.

He laughed. "Bella, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, will you help me up please," I asked a little aggravated.

He then had me on my feet.

"Thank you."

He laughed. "Will you please tell me what's going on?"

"You'll laugh at me," I protested.

"Bella, I will never laugh at you," he said it like the idea was absurd.

"You were just laughing at me," I argued.

"I did not laugh at you. I was laughing at the situation," he classified.

"Will you help me clean this up," I asked, starting to reach for towels.

"Hold on," he said grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him.

"What?"

"What happened?"

I sighed giving up. "I was making you a birthday cake and I went upstairs to clean up a little and then when the buzzer went off I came back down and it was burnt. I was about to take it out of the oven when I felt water on my foot. I then realized it was coming from the washer so I went to go clean it up but then I fell. I continuously tried to get off the floor but I kept falling, then you showed up," I said then realized I was crying when he wiped a few tears away. "I'm sorry," I cried.

"Come here," he said gathering me in his arms. "You're so sweet. Making me a cake that I can't even eat for a birthday that was long ago forgotten. I love you so much."

"You shouldn't," I replied against his chest. "I messed it all up."

"Just the thought of you celebrating my birthday is more than enough."

"Really," I asked looking up at him.

"Really," he confirmed.

"I must look terrible," I grumbled remembering how sloppy my hair looked, it must look even worse now that I had soap suds in it.

I quickly tried to throw some suds off of me.

"Stop," Edward said pulling my hand into his. "You look beautiful."

"Edward, I have soap in my hair, I know it looks horrible, my clothes are sticking to me, I have tear streaks running down my face, so please don't tell me I look beautiful."

"It wouldn't look good on anyone else except you and to prove it, it makes me want to do this," he said and brought his lips to mine.