All Edward POVs written by MyLifeandHis and all Bella/Emmett POVs written by sadtomato.

Chapter 3: Edward

Bella is still looking down at her plate so I get up from the table and retrieve a fresh beer from the fridge. When I return to my meal, she's abandoned her fork on the table and is anxiously spinning her ring around with the fingers from her other hand.

"Baby, what is it?"

"I don't know. I mean ... New York. I haven't been in ages. It could be a really great time. Remember that time we went to the Met?" She finally looks up from her hands and meets my gaze.

"Of course I do. One of our best trips ever."

"Right? I have such good memories of that trip," she says. "That trip ... and Europe."

I take a long pull from my bottle, trying not to appear as though I'm thinking about being in bed with both Bella and Emmett at the same time, which of course I am. My dick is rock hard, and I reach down to adjust it yet again.

"So, you want to go then?" I ask.

"Well, I mean, sure," she says before adding quickly, "If you want to."

"I don't know. I mean, I'd have to make sure I could take a few days off work. Might be tricky."

"Yeah. Well, we don't have to go. Just seems like a shame to not meet him after he comes all this way."

I can tell Bella has a lot on her mind - probably the same things that are on my own - but I can't bring myself to flat-out ask her. What if it was supposed to just be a one time thing? Or worse, what if she doesn't want any part of that kind of ... activity, now that I've asked her to marry me? Shit. I bet I seem like a total perv just for bringing it up.

"It's whatever. We don't have to go. I'll just tell him we're too busy right now. Wedding plans and all." I shovel a few bites of spaghetti in my mouth to cover the disappointment in my voice.

Seconds tick by, both of us looking everywhere but at each other. Finally, Bella sighs deeply.

"Edward, if you want to go to New York, just say you want to go. It's totally fine with me to go." There's something hidden in her voice. It almost feels desperate, like she's trying to get me to be the one to say it first.

I drop my fork and push my plate to the side before looking up at her, searching her face for a sign. "Fine. I want to go."

"Okay, then. Was that so hard? It's decided. We'll go." She gives me a small grin, cautiously assessing my mood, and drains the rest of her glass of wine.

"It'll be fun. We can do a few museums, show him Times Square and Ellis Island, oh what was that jazz club we went to that one time? The one with the really old guy playing bass? We should eat dinner there one night." I start to get more excited, thinking of all the possibilities.

"Yeah, we should make a reservation. Where do you want to, umm, stay?" She's looking down at the table again, the ring flying in circles around her tiny finger.

"Well." I clear my throat. "I guess I should probably find out where Em is staying ... it would be easiest if we stayed in the same place, right?" Her answer to this question will tell me everything I need to know.

Her voice is very soft, but with a hint of determination. "The same hotel ... or the same room?"

Fuck. Me.

A/N: While I was visiting my co-author, we cooked up a little contest. Remember when fic was fun and all about the Twilight universe? We have 30 first line prompts, choose one and write a one-shot that borrows from Twilight canon, the Twi characters' backstories, or great lines or images fromt he movies.

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