Author's Note: Es uno importante! (Read, haha) Yeah, right now I realize the summary barely fits the story, but like a mentioned, I do have this whole thing written out. (And there's a lot.) So, the summary stays as it is. I definitely wasn't lying about any of that stuff, hah. ;)

There, tucked inside, was a small teddy bear with a note tied around it's throat and a straw sticking in it's side. Coming out of the straw was some red Kool-Aid.

I opened the note:

'Thought you might like a little something to snack on tonight, since you might be bored.

Happy Sleepless Night.'

The chicken scratch was signed with a paw print. I sighed deeply and threw it all against the wall where the stuffed animal exploded into tiny puffs. I would pretend like that obviously earlier-planned prank never happened. Never.

BPOV

Stupid paper. It kept ripping every time I went to run with it. Maybe people weren't far off calling me "Clutzilla." Okay, okay, they were dead on calling me Clutzilla.

I had just taken a shower, combed out my hair, and slipped a light green baby-doll top and light blue shorts on. I understood I probably wouldn't see Edward tonight, but I felt an appearance was necessary around him, of I would ever even out to his gorgeousness.

Speaking of self appearance an clothing, that brought my attention back to what I needed to say to Edward and the piece of paper in my hand. Notes.

Notes weren't the first thing I thought of when I thought about a "good conversation," but they were fun and obviously all I had tonight.

All I could hear was Charlie and Billy's occasional chatter, and Jacob's loud snores, over the pouring rain and terrifying lighting outside. No Edward.

I had no doubt he was waiting for my note downstair's though. My beautiful fiancé never made a sound. (Ugh, I just thought of the word fiancé, gross.)

With that, I giggled and found one of Charlie's fishing poles in my closet, with the help of a flashlight. I attached a piece of paper to the end of the line and opened the lid to my vent. I chuckled after I wrote the note, though I was also extremely nervous. First of all, because of what it now said, and second of all because I was sort of "fishing for Edward," not unlike bobbing for apples.

I hope he takes this seriously.

EPOV

After a couple of unconscious growls from the sleeping werewolves, and my attempts at blocking out all of Jacob's wishful thoughts about Bella, I saw something drop down from the ceiling across the room.

I clicked on my little flashlight to find the note I'd been anticipating. Finally.

Only, I wasn't really sure how to anticipate it. What would she write? Something good or bad? Would I be able to tell?

I strode over to where the note hung, folded in half.

I opened it as cautiously as possible:

'So, what are your thoughts on lingerie?'

If I could've blushed right then my cheeks would've been the darkest shade of red.

Butterflies flew up and down my insides and I began to want to sweat, just a bit.

How do I respond to something like that? Was she serious? I'd love to see my Bella in a lingerie, but that doesn't seem like her.

'What do you mean, my angel?'

There. I got that much out in my neatest penmanship.

My muscles tightened. . . everywhere, as I thought about Bella in a lacy number.

I attached the note back onto the little hook and tugged on it as a signal for her to take it back up.

As each little click of the fishing pole sounded I could feel my member becoming harder and reaching up, pushing the limits of my pants. This would be an embarrassing night.

'Stop it.' I mentally scolded myself for thinking of Bella in such immature ways, again.

I hoped this whole lingerie thing wasn't Alice's doing.

My thoughts drifted to the sound of heavy rain hitting the tinny roof, but only for a second because the note dropped from the vent again.

I held my flashlight to it and carefully opened it, only to reveal a rather large paragraph, Bella must've practiced this. . .

'I'm sorry Edward, truly. I just, ugh, I feel like there's a little clock inside of me ticking out some of it's final minutes. And it's going to explode if I can't have you soon. Every part of you, I want to touch, feel, kiss. Every inch of you, and I know I'm not the only one. I'm giving in. I'm ready. Yes, I'm sure.'

My eyes drifted across the page again until I had read it twice. She was right, and I couldn't have said it any better myself, or written it, in this case.

It took all of my effort not then and there to run upstairs and hold my angel in a tight embrace. With my extra-sensitive ears I could hear her pleading and embarrassed sobs from the vent.

One of the last things I wanted Bella to lose was her virtue. At this point, I almost couldn't care less for mine. As long as I had my angel on earth, I didn't need any sort of Heaven.

Then again, maybe God would understand. I wanted Bella in the same ways, maybe even more.

So I started jotting on the note:

'Bella, I couldn't have said what you just told me any better myself, meaning I feel the same.

'If you're sure about this darling, I have good news.

' Please don't be ashamed. I love you. I want you too. Charlie's coming to check on us downstairs. I wish I could sing you to sleep.

Sweet Dreams,

Edward.

P.S.: I think I like lingerie.'

I attached it back to the rod and tugged. She pulled it back up on cue.

I turned off the flashlight right as Charlie descended the stairs. His thoughts were groggy and unclear.

I climbed into my sleeping bag, zipped it halfway, and shut my eyes hopefully looking human.

"What in the. . .?!"

I opened one eye and found Charlie's flashlight beam on the demented and Kool Aid stained bear toy. I sustained a laugh.

"You know what, I don't even want to know."

With that, he headed back up the stairs and I heard him plump in bed as my thoughts turned back to my fiancé.

Bella, my beautiful self conscious angel.

'What am I going to do with her.' I thought. No, I knew exactly what I was going to do with her, or try, at least. Alice had called during the football game and told me about some field trip visions she had. She tried to fill me in with great detail about what Bella and I would be doing. I kept her quiet, not out of disgust, I wanted to keep our first time a surprise. A lovely and gentle surprise. I could only hope Bella would understand just how gentle and soft I wanted to take this.

To drown out the over-excessive thunder and lightning I started texting Emmett.

'So, are your joining us on the field trip?'

Within seconds I got this message:

'Yeah, Rose + I r stayin the hotel + hittin up the parades.'

I hated his weird chat speak.

'Parades?'

Another message:

'Yeah boi! Mardi Gras, duhhhh.'

Oh god. First of all, I wasn't going to stand being greeted with the term "yeah boi," and secondly, Mardi Gras was like National "Lift Up Your Shirt" Day. I didn't want Bella there. And I'm sure she feels the same.

I quickly avoided the subject.

'No funny business planned, right?'

'Nope. . .'

Instantly another shot up on my cell phone screen,

'. . . not yet.'

Why did my family feel the need to be the most annoying little . .

Just then one last text came up:

'Soo I hear u + Bella will be gettin it on.'

I sighed heavily. Alice told the whole family.

'Shut up Emmett, Good night.'

'Okay, okay.'

I snapped my phone shut and lay back onto the soft puff of my sleeping bag. I had a lot to think about right now.

To quote the dog, tonight wouldn't be such a "happy sleepless night" After all, I couldn't hold Bella in my arms.

A/N: Here you are my wonderful readers. There you go, a long deserved (very big) chapter. Reviews make me tingle!! (Okay, I understand that sounded wrong, but..just...oh just hit the button.)