On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
12th December 2012
Bella:
All day Edward and I have been exchanging flirty texts, making me more and more anxious to see him again. It was weird to wake up this morning, and not go to Starbucks to see Edward. I had to make my own coffee.
Edward said he'll pick me up from my place at 8 pm, so I begin getting ready at 6 pm. I put on the new dress I bought yesterday – dark blue that hugs my curves in all the right ways – and apply a small amount of make-up. In truth, I don't have much make-up; just some mascara and lipstick, mainly.
Once I'm satisfied with the way I look, I slip on my blue ballet pumps and grab my black, small bag. Chucking my phone, purse and keys into the bag, I pace the apartment as I wait for Edward. I can't wait to see him.
The knocking on the door both startles me and calms me as I realise it's Edward on the other side. It's strange to go from seeing someone every day to having to wait around to see them.
"Hey Edward," I grin, eyes roaming over his body when I open the door. Wearing a dark grey suit with a skinning black tie, he looks to die for. His usually wild and messy hair has been slightly tamed, but it still retains some of its disarray.
"Bella, you look…beautiful, and flawless," Edward replies, his eyes travelling over my body as my eyes were doing to his just moments ago. I blush under his gaze.
Edward takes my hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand. My legs turn to goo just a little.
Keeping hold of my hand he leads me down to his car, a black, sleek, expensive looking Mercedes. A part of me wonders where he got the money to afford a car like this.
"Nice car," I comment, relaxing back in the passenger seat.
"It's like my child," he chuckles, driving us through town. I have no idea where we're headed.
After a 10 minute drive we arrive at a small restaurant. It looks warm and cosy. Just like Edward.
Edward opens my car door for me, taking my hand and walking us to the entrance. A short conversation with the waiter, and we're being lead over to our table, in the more secluded section of the restaurant.
"This place is amazing, Edward," I tell him, taking in the whole of the restaurant.
When we order our drinks Edward suggests a red wine I should try, so I settle with that. He seems like a man who would know his wines. Personally, I can't usually taste the difference.
"Been to Starbucks today?" Edward smirks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"No, I haven't, actually," I tell him, watching as he holds my hand across the table.
"Would that have to do with a certain employee leaving?" Edward queries, looking confident.
"It was more because I thought I needed to stop my daily cookie intake," I reply, smirking as the cocky grin vanishes.
"I'm hurt, sweetheart," Edward puts his free hand on his heart, feigning hurt.
Our drinks arrive and we order our food, both of us going for pasta dishes.
"What do you think of the wine?" Edward asks, looking at my half empty wine glass.
I pick up the glass, sniffing the wine a bit, trying to make it look like I know what I'm doing. "It's great," I reply, making Edward chuckle.
"Not such a wine expert?" Edward grins.
"Not so much," I giggle, sipping the wine again. It's quite nice, I guess.
We talk less when the main course arrives, though I try to remind myself to eat the food, not inhale it. I'm pretty starved, so that only works for all of five minutes.
"Shame, I was hoping I could eat your leftovers," Edward glances at my empty plate.
"I have a big appetite," I pat my stomach, leaning against the back of my chair.
"Any room left for dessert?" Edward asks.
"Of course!" I always have room for dessert.
To be all romantic, we order a large piece of chocolate cake to share. Edward grabs a fork and gets a bit of cake, feeding it too me. The food is orgasmic on its own, but coupled with Edward's dark eyes as he feeds me, leaves me a gooey mess. Just like the chocolate cake.
"This cake is delicious," Edward grins devilishly, licking his lips. I think my mouth is hanging open right now.
"Orgasmic," I agree, nodding.
"Orgasmic?" Edward asks, looking down between the cake and me. "You're easily to please," he flirts.
"I bet you are, too," I tease him.
"Just you wait, sweetheart," Edward promises.
"Wait how long, exactly?" I chuckle nervously, wanting him now.
"I'm sorry, I don't put out on the first date," Edward states, winking at me. "But I don't see anything wrong with making out," he adds. I whimper. I'm pretty sure Edward hears.
"To my house?" I suggest. Edward laughs at my forwardness, but doesn't disagree.
On the journey back to my apartment, though, Edward seems to become nervous. Maybe I'm being a little too forward?
When we reach my apartment, I unlock the door, preparing myself for Edward to make up some excuse to have to go home. However, he follows me inside, pacing a little.
"Um, Bella, there's, uh, something I need to tell you." His hands are tugging on his hair, further messing it up.
"You can tell me anything," I walk over and take his hand, hoping to reassure or calm him in some way. It seems to work, just a little.
"I…I have a daughter," Edward admits, looking straight at me.
"And?" I ask. He wasn't really getting so nervous about this, was he?
"You…don't you want to run? Leave while you can?" Edward chuckles humourlessly.
"Why would I?" I'm completely confused by his behaviour.
"You're 24; you wouldn't want to be tied down to an older man with an 8 year old daughter!" Edward stresses, resuming his pacing.
"What's her name?" I ignore what he previously said. Clearly he doesn't know me well enough yet.
"It's Nicola, she's my angel, my world," Edward sighs happily.
"What about her…" I trail off, not wanting to ask too personal questions.
"She said she didn't want kids, and left just after her birth. Tanya didn't want to be tied down, and since she left 7 years ago she hasn't once tried to contact me," Edward mutters bitterly.
"It's ok, I'm sure Nicola is loved more than enough by you," I smile at Edward, his love for his daughter being shown.
"You really aren't going to leave?" Edward confirms, taking both my hands in his.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily," I promise him.
Seemingly liking my answers, he leans down and kisses me gently at first, before deepening the kiss. This man tastes like heaven, is heaven, and I'm still a little bemused as to why he'd want me.
I know already I'm never going to want to let him go.
A/N: What do you think about the revelation of Edward's daughter? :D That man's full of surprises!
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