DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me…they are all the creations of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
Time to get Ready – Bella's POV
As soon as the last bite of pancake touched my tongue, I found myself in Alice's arms. She grinned as she ran me upstairs and into her bathroom where Rosalie was already waiting for us.
Alice deposited me in the chair and smiled down at me. "We'll wash your hair first to get it out of the way. While we're drying it, you can look at Edward's gift."
Rosalie smirked. "Another gift?"
I smiled timidly at Rosalie. Things were getting better between us, but I was still unsure of how to take some of her comments. "He says it's traditional for gifts to be exchanged on the morning of the wedding."
Rosalie perked up and smiled beautifully. "What did you get him?"
"Well, actually, he didn't tell me about it until this morning so I don't have anything for him." I frowned a little at that thought.
"Don't fret, Bella! I'm sure he said something perfectly romantic to you," Rosalie teased.
I was sure my surprise at her correct guess was clearly evident on my face. "How did you know?"
Alice and Rosalie giggled together. Before they could answer me, Esme walked in. "What's so funny girls?"
"Edward!" they said in unison.
Esme grinned at her daughters. "And what has my son done now?"
"He gave Bella a gift this morning," Alice answered, still chuckling.
"How is that funny?" Esme asked. Clearly she was as confused as I was.
"It's not," Rosalie replied. "We're laughing at the fact that he purposefully didn't tell Bella about it until this morning so that he could give her one of his 'Perfect Edward' answers when she asked why he didn't tell her about the gift giving."
Esme smiled a knowing smile. "And what was his answer, Bella?"
I blushed furiously as they all looked at me. "That he'd already gotten the only thing he wanted."
"Which was?" Rosalie pressed.
I felt myself turn a new shade of crimson as I scooted further down in the chair. I barely spoke the word, but they heard it perfectly. "Me."
A fresh round of laughter rang out in the small bathroom and I was surprised to find myself laughing with them.
"That does sound like Edward," Esme chuckled. "He really is an old soul in some ways. What was his gift to you?"
"I don't know. I haven't opened it yet," I replied with a shrug.
"Well, let's get your hair washed and then you can!" Alice said, spinning the chair around.
I closed my eyes and relaxed as she and Rosalie took my hair into their hands and started to wash it in the huge sink.