Bella

All three of us pulled up. Edward pressed a button on the side of the redbrick house. The garage door opened. I glanced into my rear view mirror. Just as I thought, Jacob's jaw was popped open. I chuckled. Edward got back into the car and drove it into the garage, Me and Jacob followed. Once we parked Edward directed us all to stay where we were, and ran in the house with multiple boxes. Me and Jacob got out. "Where's he going?" He asked, folding his arms over his burly chest. I peaked through his window at a still sleeping Renesmee. "I'm guessing he wants us to get the full effect, so he'll be unpacking and stuff. I can hear things being placed down. He's humming my lullaby." I cooed. Jacob rolled his eyes. "How romantic." He mumbled sarcastically. I lightly punched him arm. "I bet you'll be kinda romantic… when the… time comes." I winced a little. I didn't like thinking of the future, but it was unfortunately inevitable.

Jacob laughed once. I glanced down at Renesmee. "I can't tell you whether or not you'll be right, Bells. We'll just have to wait and see." I heard Edward set a vase or some thing made out of glass down harder than required. He was coping with the situation a little more volatile then I was. I pushed my shield away just so he could hear me. It'll be okay, Edward, we have either, and our family. I love you, so much. He didn't reply because he knew Jacob would be able to hear his voice, but he did hum a little louder. Jacob smiled. "I can't deny it the guy loves you." I rested my head on his arm, for no reason other then to say thank you for his nice comment. Renesmee stirred a little. "Guess its time we woke her up." I pulled her from the car and into my arms. She yawned and stretched before opening her eyes. She took in our surroundings. "This is the garage, Nessie. We're going inside in a sec." Jake explained. She nodded and cuddled into my neck, wordlessly.

Edward came back to us in a second. He beckoned me with his hand. I carried Renesmee towards him, and grabbed his hand. Jacob followed us. "I didn't think you'd be that excited, Jacob. You are seriously going to love your room, though." Edward said, in response to Jake's thoughts. He led us to the oak door and pushed it open. Different scents hit me. Freesia, Rose , sycamore, leather, cotton. And so much more. The hall was simple enough. The walls were as always light pastel colours. They were decorated with several photographs. One of myself and Edward whilst I was still human, our wedding photo, a photo of my little family, Jacob and Renesmee, and then the family portrait Alice had insisted we have done last week. At the end of the hall was a beautiful rote iron spiral staircase. The floor was wooden and matched the photo frames.

There was a kitchen for Jacob and occasionally Renesmee, but I didn't pay much attention. The living room was white with a cream carpet. The entire left wall was a book shelf, filled with the entire works of Shakespeare. It had all the sonnets. Everything. I almost dived straight in. I squeezed Edward's hand excitedly. He shot me his crooked smile and led me up the stairs. He pushed a door open to a pink haven. Renesmee's eyes lit up at the glitter, the butterflies and the shininess of the room. I set her down and she ran. Her bed was the shape of a butterfly as well. "I love it! I love it! I love it!" She clapped. Edward smiled widely. Jacob did too. "We'll leave her to play for now. We'll show Jacob his room." Edward closed the door behind us. The room next to Renesmee's was Jacob's. Edward opened the door, and Jacob almost collapsed.

The walls were a deep blue. One of the walls had a huge TV. And I mean it was seriously huge. It filled most of the wall. It was accompanied by a sound system, with speakers all over the room. The room almost made the double bed in the centre look tiny. A desk was against one wall with a fancy looking computer. "I have a surprise for you as well, Jacob." Edward reached into his pocket and pulled a set of keys out. "I just wanted to say thank you for being a good friend to Bella, and now myself, and looking after our daughter. As much as I don't like what the future inevitably entails, I do like the fact that she will always be able to count on you. Since you gave up your Rabbit to come here, I would like to give you my Vanquish." He dropped the keys into Jacob's huge hands. Jacob's eyes widened as he flicked between the images of Edward's face and his newly acquired car keys. Unexpectedly he swept Edward into a bear hug. That was undoubtedly the weirdest thing I'd witnessed between my husband and my best friend.

Jacob released Edward and shook his hand. "Thank you! I can't believe you've gave me an Aston Martin just for being your friend." Edward smiled. He wrapped his arm around my waist. "We'll leave you to look around your new room. The bathroom is around the corner." Edward dragged me along a corridor, and up another flight of stairs. The hallway here was secluded. He opened another door, to what I could only describe as a heaven. The walls here were blue. Mine and Edward's blue. The big white bed was simple, yet elegant. It was pure white and embedded with crystals. On the window sill was a vase of white roses. "Edward, its beautiful." I whispered. I lent in and kissed his lips. Just then Jacob's blasting music interrupted our moment. "Well our night times are gonna be tricky now." I grumbled. Edward chuckled and kissed my lips again. "He sleeps." He murmured against my ever hungry lips. I pulled him closer to me by winding my hands in his hair. "Thank god!" We chuckled at the same time.

We checked on Renesmee before going to sit in the living room. Mainly to avoid the temptation of 'christening the bed'. I pulled the first book of Sonnets and began reading. Edward sat on the sofa beside me and watched as my face changed. "What's wrong?" He asked once my face crumpled. "Shakespeare is so mean in this sonnet about his mistress." I closed my book and sighed, almost in disappointment in Shakespeare's shallowness. "I'm guessing you've just read Sonnet 130?" I nodded. "He isn't being mean." My mouth fell open a little. "I quote: 'If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.' then he says, 'Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks'. That poor woman must have been devastated!" I was shocked that Edward didn't agree with me. He chuckled. "No she was over the moon, I'm guessing. He isn't saying that she's… aesthetically unpleasing, for a better choice of words, he's saying that she may not be the most stunning woman that has ever lived, other's may not see her as anything spectacular, but none of that matters, because to him, she is the most perfect, breathtakingly beautiful woman in the whole world. She completes him, for just being herself."

I felt my mouth pop open slightly. I didn't often miss the meaning behind Shakespeare, but I did at this point. I was in awe at the man's compassion, and his feelings towards his lover. "Wow. I should have looked deeper." I admitted. Edward kissed my lips softly. "I only ever realised what it meant when I fell in love with you. Although, Shakespeare wasn't exactly writing this as a vampire looking at a human." He chuckled. I silenced him with a kiss. I knew I would truly love our new home, for many years to come. I could have my husband, daughter and best friend under the same roof, and my family only around the corner. I was hoping that nothing too dramatic would happen shortly. I was happy sat with my husband reading Sonnets, playing with my daughter and laughing with Jacob. I was so lucky to have such a full life… or existence… whatever you want to call it.

Thought I best include the Shakespeare Sonnet that is referred to.

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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