AN: I hope you all had a good Fourth of July!

I almost had this chapter be completely dramatic, but I moved it ahead a little bit. Oh, and the song Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus inspired some of the wording in this chapter. I know that song is really popular. So I hope you enjoy this!

And to warn you ahead of time, there's a foreign language in this chapter, and I had to do my best. The stuff in parentheses are what they're saying. Sorry if it sucks!

Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Rosalie POV

I walked back into the apartment, and the first thing I saw was Emmett sitting on the couch with a pencil and notepad, looking like he was thinking really hard.

"Got an idea?" I asked as I set my purse down.

"Yeah, but I lost it. How was Alice?" He said, setting them down.

"I think that little thing has some anger hidden somewhere. Really. But Bella jumped in and I think Edward's going to propose," I said, sitting next to him.

"Oh, so you girls figured it out. Took you long enough," he said, sitting back.

"How long has he been planning it?" I asked.

"For about two months now. He's taking her to a fancy French restaurant. I guess something special happened there. Anyway, he had to get reservations a month in advance, then he had to search for a ring," he said.

"Oh my gosh! He's taking her to Le Gourmand Restaurant Ballard? Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. (Yes, that is a real restaurant. I looked it up.)

"What?" He asked.

"You should have told me he was taking her there. Now I have to call Alice and tell her to go over there at four to help her get ready. And warn her that's she's going to have to make Bella wear something down-to-earth, but still fancy..." I muttered, rushing to the phone.

"What?" He asked again, confused. I waved him off.

Bella POV

It was 7:30, Edward's gift was ready, and I was ready. So there weren't any problems, right? Wrong.

Wrong when my pixie-like best friend is convinced that my boyfriend of three years is going to propose, and then proceeds to tell me how her fiancé proposed. And she was doing my hair, so I couldn't get away. When she was done she left the apartment, saying she needed to get back to Jasper.

I could tell that she knew what Edward was going to do. Rosalie probably did too, even though she didn't come over. I did sense that there was going to be a lot happening over the next few months.

I was pacing the kitchen, wondering how I was going to survive in these high heels. Thank God Edward always caught me, because if he didn't I would probably break my ankle.

When I heard someone knock on the door, I jumped about a foot in the air and fell with a crash. "I'll be there in a minute!" I yelled, knowing that whoever was at the door probably heard that. I got up slowly, silently cursing Alice, and muttering, "Stupid heels."

I opened the door and saw a very worried looking Edward. I smiled, letting him know I was fine. Yet he still had to ask.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his bright green eyes hypnotizing me. "Bella?" I guess they hypnotized me for too long.

"Oh! Yeah, I'm great. But I hope you're ready to be catching me all night; Alice made me wear heels," I said, showing him the shoe. He chuckled.

"Remind me to thank her later," he said, as I grabbed my purse.

"Why did you knock on the door to your own apartment?" I asked, as we walked down the hallway, swinging our intertwined hands.

"Because I wanted to be a gentleman," he replied.

"So gentleman, where are we going?" I asked, hoping I could get it out of him.

"You'll have to find out when we get there."

"Hmph." I pouted until we got to the car. I couldn't help smiling when he opened the door for me. He smiled crookedly at me before shutting the door and running to his side.

"Blue looks gorgeous on you. Have I ever told you that?" He asked, and I looked at our hands.

"Yes..." I muttered. I wasn't about to admit that that was why I picked this dress out. Yes, Alice let me pick my dress out, because they were all from her line.

The dress was deep blue with a v-neck. It came just above the knee, and it was a bubble dress. It was one of my favorites from Alice's line.

The shoes were black, pretty death traps. The heel was about three inches tall, making me 5'7". You couldn't really see the little bow on the corner, but it was cute.

I looked out the window, letting my mind wander. When I looked back out the windshield, I gasped.

He was taking me to Le Gourmand Restaurant Ballard! The place where he first told me he loved me three years ago. After that we walked in the park across the street. This was starting to sound like a proposal from a movie. I smiled over at him as he parked.

"I love you," I said, still smiling.

"I love you too," he said, kissing my hand before getting out of the car and walking to my side. Knowing that he brought me here, to the place where he first told me he loved me, made me anxious. Was he going to propose here? I mentally scolded myself for hoping for it.

He opened my car door, offering his hand to help me out. I took it gladly, wobbling a little when I stood up. He wrapped his arm around me, and walked inside.

"Reservations for Masen," Edward said, glaring at the host, who was only looking at me. He was an acne-stricken teen, and he just kept staring at me. I blushed.

The host sat us down at a booth, gave us menus, and said," A server will be with you in a moment." Then he walked away looking unhappy.

"Happy Anniversary," I said.

"Happy Anniversary," he replied.

"You know, out of all the floods I've been through, that one was definitely my favorite," I joked.

"Same here. How could it not be? After all, I was with you," he said, making my heart melt. The blood rushed to my face.

A girl in a short black dress walked up to the table. "Allô, mes nom se Dessina, et je veux v aux votre serveur ce soir." (Hello, my name is Dessina, and I will be your server this evening.) I looked at Edward helplessly.

"V pres vou prêt pour commander votre boisson?" (Are you ready to order your drinks?) Edward thought for a moment.

"What would you like to drink?" He asked me.

"Just water." He looked up at the waitress, who looked confused.

"Deux onde, s'il te plait," (Two waters, please.) he said, and the girl nodded and walked away.

"I didn't know you speak French!" I said in disbelief.

"It was just one summer when I was sixteen," he said modestly.

"Did you like it there?"

"It was cool. I like home better, though."

"I'm glad you went, though. I'm going to need some serious help ordering."

"No problem," he said. I opened my menu, trying to find something familiar. I finally just settled on a pasta I couldn't pronounce that's picture looked familiar.

"You know Rose and Emmett got married, right?" I asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah. I was the last one to know. He's worried about her." He had my attention.

"Why?"

"She was throwing up this morning. She said she just ate something bad, but he doesn't think so."

"Um... Edward... I'm not sure... But do you know if they have... Well..." I couldn't finish my sentence. He seemed to understand what I meant.

"I don't know. They could have."

"Okay. Whatever you do, don't tell Alice, don't let Jasper tell Alice, and make sure Emmett doesn't tell Alice. Because if that happens and she's not sure, we're all going to end up going down with her. Which means being dragged along on shopping trips, sitting around thinking of names, planning a baby shower, the nursery... That's the first month! She might not even be pregnant, for all we know. Maybe she really did just eat something bad. Just don't tell her anything." He laughed, but he knew as well as I that that's what it would be like.

"Alright." Just as he said that, the nurse came back, carrying two glasses of water. I heard them speaking in French, but paid no attention. After a few minutes she walked away again.

"Dinner will be here in ten to fifteen minutes, she said," Edward informed me. I nodded as I took a sip from my water.

"Which pretty much means twenty to thirty," I said after I swallowed. He nodded, smiling. "You also know Alice and Jasper are engaged, right?"

"Yeah. I was the last to know, again."

"They're all growing up," I teased. We'd always been the more responsible couple, the ones that thought about our decisions the longest. They were all responsible too, we were just really careful.

"Soon they'll be off on their honeymoon," he teased back, sitting back.

"And then they'll be off, in their own houses, having families," I said. That seemed more like what I wanted. I wanted to settle down with Edward in a house, and have a family of my own. I was twenty-three, and being my impatient and stubborn self, I wanted to settle down quickly. And tonight just seemed like the perfect time to start.

"Do you ever want to have a family of your own?" He asked, pulling me out of my daze.

"Yes, of course. Do you?"

"Yes. Have you ever thought about what kind of family you want. You know, daughters, sons, both?" I almost laughed.

"Every girl thinks about that. We imagine our wedding dresses, how many kids we want, what their names will be, and where we want to live. The only piece missing is the right man," I explained. Not everyone was lucky enough to find the right man. Somehow I was.

"So how many sons and daughters do you want? And what about their names?"

"I always wanted to have a son first, then twin girls. I was thinking the son's name would have depend on his father, and I love the name Anthony. I always liked the names Liliana and Elizabeth for girls," I said thoughtfully.

"Elizabeth was my mother's name," he said. We never really talked about his birth parents. It was always just easier to skip over that.

"I know you might not want to talk about this, and that's fine. But I'm curious about how they died."

"They were going dancing, and on their way home a drunk driver missed a red light. Mom almost made it, but when the ambulance got there it was just too late," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling bad about bringing the whole thing up.

"It's over, there's nothing to be sorry about," he said, smiling at me crookedly. My favorite smile.

I hadn't realized that it'd already been ten minutes when our waitress came back with a plate of food. There was just one little thing that I forgot. French food is tiny!

I ordered some kind of pasta, and there was a small lump in the middle of the plate. Then there was this sauce that was in swirls over the rest of the plate. I was going to need some kind of dessert.

"The picture looked bigger," I muttered to myself. "I was hoping to get adult food." Edward laughed at me. Thankfully, the waitress didn't understand a word of what I was saying. "I'm getting desert."

Edward started talking in French again, and then she was gone. By then I was finished.

"What did you order for dessert?" I asked.

"A sundae, basically," he said. It probably had some ridiculous name I wouldn't understand.

"And is it the size of normal food?" I checked.

"It should be." I pushed away my plate, as did Edward. He was finished too.

I looked over at a couple that caught my eye. I didn't know why, they looked perfectly normal. As I watched closely, I noticed the man pulling out a little velvet blue box and sliding out of his seat. The girlfriend noticed this too, and froze. I could only see his lips moving, and her nodding her head. I wasn't the only person watching, and everyone in the room clapped for them as they kissed.

"Bella!" Edward said, getting my attention. I noticed the waitress was standing there, holding our ice cream. She set a bowl down in front of each of us, then gave Edward the bill. After many dates with him, I learned that I just shouldn't look at it.

I watched him more closely now, noticing that his hand was shaking a little bit as he slipped some money inside. I saw him shift a bit, closer to the outside of the booth. He kept shifting, until he was on the floor, on one knee. Just like the other girl, I froze, my eyes wide and a smile plastered on my face.

"Isabella Marie Swan, I want to be the one to make you smile. I want to be the one that protects you, keeps you safe. I want to catch you. And I want to be the one for you. I love you, for now, and forever. Will you marry me and be Isabella Marie Masen?" By the time he was finished I had tears slipping slowly down my cheeks, my smile growing ever wider.

"Yes, I will," I said, nodding. He smiled and opened a small red velvet box, revealing an exquisite diamond ring. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. He slipped it on my ring finger, and I adored it.

He stood up, as I did. I kissed him, and I could barely hear the clapping above my own heart. I could hear people talking about two proposals in one night, and how wonderful it was. I couldn't agree more.

"Let's go," he whispered in my ear before leading me by the hand back to the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he opened the door for me.

"Another surprise." I wasn't going to protest this time. I liked the last surprise, and I had a feeling this could only get better.

We drove in silence, my hand clutching his.

After about ten minutes he said," You'll need to close your eyes, love." Normally, I would have argued. But this time I obeyed, wondering what was going to happen.

I listened closely as Edward got out of the car, slammed his door, and opened mine. I held my hand out, and he grabbed it gently and helped me out. He led me up what felt like a slanted path. I heard keys and a door opening.

"You can open your eyes now," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I opened my eyes cautiously.

"Edward!"

AN: That was a very long chapter. But it was my favorite. I know it's a horrible cliffie, but if you review then you'll get your next chapter sooner! Reviews and cookies are the best motivation for updating! I will have the picture of Bella's ring on my website soon. Now, review!