Not mine. :(

"I don't want it there! It's in the way of the fucking window!" I yelled, pointing wildly at the big-screen television Edward had insisted on buying. He wanted in front of our living room window, but I wanted it against the wall where it wouldn't be an eyesore for the people driving by.

"I don't care where you fucking want it!" he roared back, turning a glare on me. "I want it here! I don't need people fucking looking in my front window!"

"So buy fucking curtains! Don't use a goddamn television to block it!" I threw my hands in the air, turning towards the kitchen. I slammed my fist down on the counter and fumed silently.

Edward was so goddamn difficult to work with. I compromised with him on the fucking couch. Couldn't he at least let me choose where to put the television? I groaned out loud and put my head in my hands. How could my parents expect me to be happy with a man who paid more attention to his hair than a girl did? Or could speak to a woman the way he did? It just didn't make sense to me at all. My parents' logic was fucked up.

"Bella? I'm sorry – "

"Fucking save it, Edward," I snarled, shoving by him. His hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back into him. He gripped both of my upper arms and stared me in the eye.

"I'm not going to fucking save it, Bella." He was whispering hoarsely and I felt my nerves kick in. I swallowed. "For once, let me fucking apologize without you biting my head off. I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did. Your right. Curtains would look better in the window than a TV. We'll put it against the wall."

"Why are you suddenly compromising?" I mumbled, drawing my gaze away from him. He let go of my arms and sighed.

"Because even though I don't want this marriage as much as you don't, there's nothing we can do to get out of it. And frankly, fighting with you constantly is getting on my nerves." I looked at my shoes but Edward quickly tilted my chin back up. I felt my cheeks flush at the contact and a small smile formed on his face. "Let's at least try to be civil towards each other, yeah?"

"Fine," I mumbled, breaking eye contact and pulling my chin out of his fingers. I walked back into the living room, prepared to move the TV and confused as to what the hell just happened.

Esme stopped by later in the evening with a dress bag in her hands. She shooed Edward from the room every time he tried to peek until she had to take drastic measures and lock him out. She hung the dress on the top of my closet door and unzipped it. I felt my mouth fall open. Inside was the wedding dress my mother refused to buy for me.

"What? How?" I stammered, picking up the skirt of the gown and staring at Esme. She smiled warmly. "Esme, what is this?"

"It's your wedding dress, silly!" she chirped. "Since your mother wouldn't buy it and it looked gorgeous on you, I thought that this would be one of your wedding presents from us."

"Esme, this is too much," I tried to argue but she held up a hand, silencing me.

"I don't want to hear it. You needed a dress and I needed to give you a present. Voila. Two birds with one stone." Without thinking I stepped forward and hugged her tightly. She chuckled and returned the embrace.

"Thank you so much, Esme."

"Your welcome, honey." She kissed my cheek and was out the door in a matter of seconds. Edward tried to see the dress, but I reminded him that it was bad luck, so he stomped away. I smiled despite myself.

My mother wasn't happy that I got the dress of my dreams, but she was a little relieved that she didn't have to pay for it. My mother was so cheap. She invited Edward and his family out to dinner with us at Olive Garden. Regardless of the arranged marriage, I still loved the Olive Garden and agreed instantly. Edward and I drove together in silence. I was afraid that if I said anything, Edward would take it the wrong way, or vice versa, and it would fuel a huge argument.

"All right, game plan," Edward joked as we stepped out of his car. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Let's at least act the part of happy newlyweds-to-be, yeah?" Sighing, I nodded and Edward grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"I'm so glad to see that you're getting along!" my mother chirped once she saw our conjoined hands. I fought off an eye roll and we sat down, ordering almost instantly.

"So, when can we expect grandchildren?" Esme asked in the middle of dinner. Edward snorted and I choked on my spaghetti. I thought I made it perfectly clear that Edward and I would in no way be sleeping together.

"Um, we'll adopt," I answered, sipping my water. My mother glared and Esme looked slightly disappointed. "I'm not really big on the idea of childbirth. And there's no way we're ready for that yet. If we'll ever be is still a mystery."

"Well, I want at least one granddaughter," Esme mumbled and the whole table, minus Edward and me, chuckled.

On the ride home, Edward and I went back and forth about the grandchild conversation. "How can she expect us to have kids so soon?" he cried. "We aren't even married yet!"

"Even still, once we are, there is no way I am giving birth to your kid," I grumbled, going back into my moody shell. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward frown for a moment but he quickly composed himself.

"Not like I'd want you to be the mother of my kids anyways." I sighed, back to square one. So much for his not liking to fight with me.