"Rosalie!" Bella whined as her sister forced her out of her love's arms. "Five minutes!"

"No," Rosalie said. "You'll never get up if I don't make you! Plus you and Jasper have a big night tonight."

"So..." Bella prompted.

"Nope."

"Dammit," Bella yelled, stomping her foot. "Tell me!"

Rosalie ignored her and pushed her into the bathroom. "Shower. Now."

It was a lost cause, yet Rosalie knew her sister would continue to pester her until she was out the door with Jasper. If only she could tell Bella that Jasper was going to propose to her tonight. It would be the most romantic thing that he'd ever done. For anyone, including Pixie Bitch. FuckingAliceandEdwarddeservedwhattheygot!Tryingtokillmybrotherandsister.

As Bella emerged and Rosalie went through the steps of making Bella up for this, the beginning of the rest of her lift, she couldn't wipe the grin off of her face. It was insane how such an observant human could be so clueless. Silly Bella. In two weeks she'd be a newborn.

"Oh my gosh," Bella murmured, looking at herself in the mirror. "Rosalie I look so different. I look pretty."

"Little sister you've always been beautiful," Emmett answered from the door. "You are just too insecure to see it."

"Enough," Esme chided as she walked in the room. "I thought this would match your outfit perfectly." Esme would be crying if she could as she held out a diamond tennis bracelet her human mother had given her. It was utterly breathtaking. "This is from 1907. My grandmother got it as a wedding present and my mother gave it me. Now I'm giving it to you." Esme held up a finger as Bella looked at Rose and started to speak. "Rose has my diamond necklace from my father. You deserve this, my dear."

Bella was speechless. She felt tears pricking at her eyes. "Thank you, mom," was all she could manage.

Esme had unsheddable tears in her eyes as she wrapped Bella in a warm embrace, "Anything for you, my sweet daughter." She leaned back and laughed lightly. "Carlisle is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. He wants to see his baby girl all dolled up."

Bella felt a single tear slide down her cheek as Esme told her that. Carlisle had become her father since that fateful day and he always called her his baby. In a way, she was the baby of the family, although Jasper was younger than her when he was changed.

Bella took the stairs carefully, not wanting to trip. Carlisle couldn't help the smile that broke over his face, that was his baby. She was so much like his own daughter that he had trouble remembering that she wasn't his flesh.

"There's my angel," he exclaimed as Bella reached him and he swung her up in the air. "You look so beautiful, Bella. Jasper is a lucky man."

"Don't I know it," Jasper said standing off to the side of the two. "Mi amor, te amo."

Bella grinned at his Spanish phrase, obviously picked up when he was with Maria. "I love you as well, Jasper." She felt her feet hit the ground, well actually her ridiculous four inch Jimmy Choos, and slowly walked over to her soul mate. She begged him in a whisper, "Don't let me fall."

"Never."

Carlisle felt Esme's arms wrap around his waist from behind and leaned back into her as the two lovers walked out to the garage, "You raised a good son, love."

"No, we did, dear."

With a nod, Carlisle turned to his mate, "Shall we hunt?"

Esme kissed his cheek, "Yes."