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An Off the Cuff FutureTake in honour of CullensTwiMistress's birthday! I hope you have a lovely day lady! Thanks for all you do for me and all the ways you support me. Thank you for being one of my fandom best friends. I love you! Cuffward loves you too, and the fancy banner you made him!

Not beta'd folks so mistakes are my own, and I still don't own the Twilight folks!

To say that Bella and I were competitive would be a massive understatement. Given that our whole relationship started with a wager, we competed over everything. Who could chug our milk the fastest (she won, milk is gross unless it's chocolate), who could drink the most beers (I won, but I think that was merely because of our size difference), right down to who could change the quickest for bed… which clearly she won because once she removed her shirt I was a bit distracted.

Our families were so pissed about the bets that they even tried to intervene. Not like that stopped us, but we did stop having eating contests at the dinner table when a newly pregnant Rosalie puked on my mother's brand new rug citing the contest as the reason. I think it was really the three meals she'd eaten before even sitting down to dinner but when I tried to point that out she burst into tears because I was calling her "fat". I wasn't… well not really… but if the stomach fits and all that jazz.

Selections for the Olympic teams were coming up, and it just gave us one more thing to place a bet on. See Bella didn't think she was going to make it. I thought that was the dumbest thing I've ever heard. My girl was a fantastic goalie, she could stop anything… even me, so to think that she wasn't going to get picked was damn near laughable. Hell if I thought the Olympic committee would go for it I'd ask her to be on the men's team instead of the women's.

That Hunter prick was still hanging around too. Always trying to catch Bella and myself saying something he could put in print to make us look bad. But my one cockup (ha see what I did there) was the only stupid thing I've said in public. Note that I said in public. Yes my mouth still got me in trouble… unless it was busy with parts of Bella's body.

To say that Mr. Volturi was unimpressed by her comment to Hunter about my epic celebratory skills would be an understatement. If it weren't for the fact that it came out of her mouth, not mine, I'm sure he would have traded me. But I didn't say shit, and he couldn't do a thing about her. Though he did try to say that I couldn't date anyone on a rival team, but he didn't even have a leg to stand on there because she wasn't on a rival team. Pointing that out to him had been really fun. I don't think I've ever seen anyone get so mad before.

So back to the latest bet. Would she be chosen to play in the Olympics. I said hell yes! She, of course, said hell no. So we bet the farm (ha, sorry I can't help myself), not literally the farm but her apartment for sure. If she makes the Olympic team, she's got to move in with me. Hey I never said it was beneath me to bet someone to live with me, sometimes a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, and my girl was stubborn. She didn't want people to think she was "sponging" off me. Whatever, I know we're in it for the long haul, and people can talk whatever shit they want. It's not going to change my feelings for her.

We're both sitting in my living room, and to be a prick I'm talking about where she's going to put all her stuff when she moves in. Our phones are sitting in front of us on the coffee table, we were told to expect the calls today, and she's pouting because she knows I think it's adorable when she does. She can pout all she wants, after those phone calls we're going right over to her place to pack up her shit. I don't want to spend another minute without her here.

"You know, your bookcase would look a lot nicer than the one I have currently. We'll put yours in here when you move in."

"Edward-" she starts to protest. I cut her off with a kiss.

"Bella, you don't really have to move in if you don't want to. Not even if you lose the bet. I don't want to force you."

She sighs, "I do want to move in, it's just… we haven't been together that long. Only four months, what if it doesn't work out?"

I grab her hand, "But what if it does? I think it will, your it for me."

She blushes and I'm about to kiss her when our phones ping at the same time with a text.

Grabbing our phones I toss hers to her, "You ready to see our fate?"

She clutches my hand and on the count of three we look.

"I'm in." We both say at the same time, laughing, I jump off the couch and swing her around. I couldn't be happier for both of us. This is an amazing opportunity.

x0x

To say that we were excited to be here would be an understatement. My girl, not only made the team, but she got to be the flag carrier for us as well. I was so fucking proud of her. Rosalie let me come alone with a stern warning to "watch your fucking mouth" and "don't say anything stupid or your nephew will come out and kick your ass", when I told her she should put money in the swear jar she swung at me. Man her pregnancy hormones were making her a bigger bitch than usual. Emmett, the poor shit, was grateful he got selected to play for the team too, he threatened me when I told him I was going to tell my sister how relieved he was.

The only downside to this whole thing was that I had to share a room with Emmett and not Bella. Stupid rules. They didn't care how many Olympians hooked up, but they weren't condoning it and not even the married couples could share rooms. Guys with guys and girls with girls. That was the rule. It sucked, and not just because I would miss my girl. Emmett was the grossest person in the world. He couldn't keep shit clean to save his life and trust me you do not want to share a bathroom with him (shudder).

Bella laughed the whole thing off. It was easy for her to laugh, she was rooming with the prissiest little thing. Some fifteen year old figure skater. Bella gave me a dirty look when I said she had a skate shoved up her ass after she pushed me, literally pushed me, out the door while I was trying to say goodbye to my girl.

Given that the hockey games didn't start until after all the figure skating stuff was done, we were afforded a lot of free time to take in the events we liked. Which, of course, for myself and Bella meant more time for making bets, and there were some fantastic prizes to be won that's for sure.

We would go out at night and drink and dance, and fuck me if her dancing wasn't as sinful as she was. It was like fucking… with our clothes on. Which of course landed us on the front page of the papers back home. Which gave Rosalie something to bitch about besides her swollen ankles. I swear to God one of these days I'm going to see Hunter hiding in the bushes and smash his camera over his head. Multiple times.

x0x

We were suiting up for our last game when it happened. The women's team, lead by Bella's stellar goaltending, had already won their game. My girl didn't allow any shots, in any game she played. The gold medal was theirs. Now it was our turn. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Just one game stood between us and a Gold and damn it all I wanted to win it, and not just because of the prize Bella would win if we didn't.

Emmett had come over to settle my nerves, and we all know how I get when I'm amped up. The words came out of nowhere.

"You know man," I said to him "my flub about my celebration got her to date me, our bet about the Olympics got her to move in with me, hell if we win this game I'm going to ask Bella to marry me."

"Can I quote you on that, Masen?" I heard from behind me.

James Hunter. Fuck my life.

Missy I hope you have an amazing birthday today! You deserve it!

Stayed tuned to find out if Edward's team wins, if Edward and Emmett are successful in getting James to NOT print what he heard, and to find out what Edward and Bella get up to Off the Ice!