I am so so glad you all are happy with these two, and with Charlie. He's my favorite, too. In honor of my favorite holiday approaching, I give you the Halloween chapter. Happy reading!

Chicsarah, thank you for being amazing, as always! Facebook reminded me that we became friends two years ago today, and that she has been my beta ever since.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or these characters.


Halloween was upon us, only two days away, and I was anticipating spending it with the gang.

It fell on a Sunday, and since my dad was working that night, it was decided that everyone would come to my house to hang out and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.

"You guys are all wearing costumes, right?" I asked Friday at lunch, feeling Edward's hand gently rubbing circles on my thigh.

I glanced at him and he smirked, seeing the slight tremor in my body when he edged closer inward on my leg.

"Hell, yeah!" Emmett fist pumped, causing a laugh from all of us.

"Halloween is his favorite," Rosalie said from beside him.

"Mine, too, Emmett," I smiled.

"I have to go find something today," Angela said beside me.

"Ditto," Jessica said.

Eric was busy scrolling through his phone under the table, but he'd already told me he was coming.

"I got Jasper's and my costumes a few weeks ago," Alice grinned.

"You guys are matching?" I asked.

"Of course," Alice said, causing an eye roll from almost everyone around us.

"What?" She asked. "Rose and Emmett are, too," Alice explained.

"Yes, but ours are funny, not embarrassing," Rosalie said, causing a laugh from Emmett and a grimace from Jasper.

"Anyway," Edward said. "Bella, do you want to coordinate with me?" He jokingly asked.

"Sorry, buddy. I've already got mine, and my number one priority for all Halloween costumes is and always will be comfort," I said.

"I hear that. If I can't wear leggings or sweatpants, it's not worth wearing," Jessica said.

Blessedly, Lauren was stuck up Tyler's butt, and I'd heard they were going to a party with Mike and some other guys from the team. It seemed very un-Lauren, but as long as she wasn't going to be at my house and up Edward's butt, I didn't care.

"Alright, y'all come to the house around six. I'll have plenty of snacks and candy for us. Who's bringing the movies?" I asked.

"I am, Miss Daisy," Eric said, joining the conversation, as ever, to poke at my slip of the Southern tongue.

"Hey Eric," I called, waiting for him to look before shooting a middle finger his way. "Kiss my grits," I said, laying on the accent as thick as I could.

He rolled his eyes before shrugging.

"Hmph, I prefer oatmeal."


Later that night, we were all at our usual tables at Waffle House. Edward was in a Forks High polo and pullover, having officially joined the coaching staff.

Everyone was talking and laughing, celebrating the victory as they finished their food.

Edward and I were off to the side, me in his lap. I'd grown more comfortable with this position, certainly now that I was officially his girlfriend.

My arm was around his neck, his around my back, his other hand rubbing my leg gently.

"Bella?" He asked softly so that only I could hear.

I turned to him, meeting his eyes.

"Can I take you on a date tomorrow?" He asked. "A first date," he clarified.

"Edward, we've been on a first date..." I trailed, suddenly realizing that wasn't true.

"No, we've been on group outings, we've hung out at each other's houses doing school work, but we haven't been on a date just us yet," he explained.

He was right. We'd gone out with friends, been to Fall for Forks, and had a few more make-out sessions at his house, but we hadn't been on a true date.

"Okay," I whispered with a smile, excitement in my voice. "What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he grinned, leaning in to capture my lips softly.


The next day, I was ready at two, as Edward had instructed. He told me to dress casually, and also, mysteriously, to pack a swimsuit and towel with a dry change of clothes.

When I reminded him that the temperatures were in the 40's and that I wasn't about to get into whatever murky lake or river Forks had to offer, he rolled his eyes and told me to trust him. So I did.

Promptly at two, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my coat, slipping it on over my long-sleeved cotton tunic that I'd worn with soft, patterned leggings and flats.

I opened the door, smiling as I saw Edward triumphantly perched right outside on the porch.

I was reminded of the first time he'd seen the ramp two weeks before, when he'd driven me home after the football game that I'd ridden to with Angela.

We pulled up, his headlights illuminating the driveway, and at first he didn't notice.

Edward put the car in park and turned to me, ready to lean in for a goodbye kiss. I leaned forward and kissed him softly, as ever feeling the butterflies in my stomach when his lips found mine.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked softly, knowing my dad was working that night.

"Bella," Edward said, pulling back, his brows knitted together in a mixture of confusion and hurt. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or just cruel," he mumbled.

"Neither," I said, shaking my head. "Edward, look," I said, turning forward and pointing to the edge of the ramp that was visible around my car in the driveway.

"What the...when did...how?" He stammered.

"My dad put it in for you," I said softly.

"Seriously?" Edward asked, pulling away from me so he could grab his chair from the back seat and get out of the car.

"Seriously," I told him, laughing at his excitement.

Once he was seated in his chair, he made his way toward to porch and to the edge of the ramp. I followed him as he easily pushed himself up it and onto the porch.

"This is...wow," he said, and it was beautiful and heartbreaking to see him in such reverie over simply being able to join me in my home.

It still sucked that he wasn't going to be able come up to my bedroom, but for now, this would be enough.

"Come on," I said, stepping around him to unlock the door and flip on the porch light.

My dad had even made a small little ramp over the door frame so that Edward's chair could roll over it easily.

I showed Edward around the house, as much as we could cover on the first floor. We grabbed sodas from the kitchen before going into the living room to watch a movie.

Edward had moved himself to the large sectional couch we had, sitting back in the corner of it and pulling his legs up onto the lounge part.

I grabbed the remote so we could scroll Netflix. We settled on The Office, and I leaned back against him so that I had my legs on the other part of the couch, stretched out.

"Thank you," Edward whispered, his arms around me tightly. I felt his lips press to my temple, and I brought my hands up to rub his forearms.

"It was all my dad's doing," I said with a shrug.

"Still, thank you. For being you. For having a cool dad. For both of you accepting me the way I am."

"Edward, I don't know how many times I have to tell you: you are perfect. You act like we are some martyrs for having you in our lives," I said to him, wondering if he'd ever understand that he was only as different as he felt himself to be. That to me, to my dad, to his friends and family, the only thing that set him apart was how he moved through the world.

"I never knew, Bella. I never knew that happiness could exist like this. Even before my injury, I've never felt this complete. Not...until you," he whispered.

My mind snapped back to the present. I beamed at Edward, matching his breathtaking smile as he sat before me in dark jeans and a snug fitting Henley, ready to take me on our first date.

"You ready to go, love?" He asked kindly.

"So ready," I said to him, pulling my purse over my shoulder and accepting his hand as he held it out to me.

We walked down the ramp together, him holding my right hand in his left as he used his other hand to ease slowly down and towards his car.

When we got to the Corolla, he opened my door for me and let me tuck inside before shutting it and moving around to his side.

I was always in awe of how graceful he was about lifting his entire body from the chair to the car, as if it was nothing, and then folding the chair up and bringing it into the car without ever making it look difficult.

We hit the road, quickly leaving the Fork's town limits.

So we were going to PA, then. Interesting.

"I would have taken you to PA anyway, even if it was just for dinner and a movie," Edward shrugged, as if reading my thoughts.

"So we're not going to dinner and a movie?" I asked.

"Nope," he said with a pop of his lips.

We talked as we drove, discussing Halloween. He still hadn't come up with a costume but told me not to worry, that he'd figure something out by tomorrow.

I told him it didn't have to be fancy. Mine consisted of leggings and a sweatshirt, so I wouldn't be offended if no one went crazy with their costumes.

By the time we got to downtown PA, I was no less clued in to whatever we are doing.

"Okay, I figured surprise first, then food," Edward said.

"Am I going to need my swimsuit for this part?" I asked, trying to hold back my grimace but not really excited about getting in water before dinner.

"No, that's for later," Edward said, parallel parking in the street in front of a line of shops.

I saw a book store, an antique store, a wig store, and a-

"Artsy Me?" I asked out loud.

"It's a pottery place," Edward said, putting the car in park and moving to get his chair out, waiting for no traffic so he could open the door and get into it.

"Really?" I asked excitedly as I got out of the car.

Edward wheeled down a little to find the dip in the sidewalk where there was no curb, then came back to meet me in front of the pottery studio.

"Really," he answered. "You told me how much you used to love painting pottery at day camp, so I figured we could paint some today. Together," he smiled.

"Edward, this is awesome! Thank you!" I said, leaning down to hug him and kiss him on the mouth.

"It was worth it for that reaction," he laughed, pushing himself forward to get the door and open it for me.

"Welcome to 'Artsy Me'!" A girl behind the glass case said. Canvases and mounted plates of artwork were all over the walls. The walls, themselves, were all different bright colors, and none of the chairs matched at the tables. "Will you two be painting pottery today?" She asked.

"Yes, thank you," Edward said.

"Great! Go ahead and pick out your pieces that you want to paint, and then check out the wall of colors. I'll come pour up your color palettes when you're ready," she explained.

Edward and I made our way over to the area where there were shelves and shelves of white clay pieces. Piggy banks, decorative plates, little figurines, bowls, vases. I wasn't sure what I wanted to paint, overwhelmed by the choices.

"Why don't we surprise each other?" Edward suggested.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Let's not show each other what we pick. Let's each paint something and wait until the end to let each other see it," Edward said.

"How are we going to do that? Will we have to sit at separate tables?" I asked sadly. We were the only people in the studio. I didn't want to sit alone on the date.

"Ma'am?" Edward asked to the girl who was working at the studio. "Do you have a box or barrier or something we can put between us? My girlfriend and I want to surprise each other with our paintings," Edward explained.

"Oh, how sweet! Yes, of course. Let me go grab something," she said.

Edward looked back at me with a grin.

"Fine," I laughed. "Pick out what you're painting and then I will pick mine," I told him.

I turned my back to him as he made his selection, and then I heard him move over to the tables, sliding a chair out of the way so he could push his wheelchair up to the table.

I decided, if we were surprising each other, that I'd pick something special for him.

The girl working came out of the back room with a piece of cardboard box that had been cut and folded. There were paint stains all over it.

"Will this work?" She asked, and Edward agreed.

Once it was set up, I moved back to the first piece that had caught my eye and made me think of Edward, carefully lifting it from the shelf and walking over to set it down at a seat across from Edward. I couldn't see in front of him but could see over the box to look at him.

He winked at me as I sat down, and I smiled back at him.

"Okay, time to pick your colors," the assistant said, walking over to us with two little trays with compartments. The colors were on the wall painted onto little clay flowers and numbered, so after each of us picked our numbers, she handed us our trays.

"You need to do at least three coats of paint to get the colors to stick, and then we will glaze them for you. Make sure to put your name or initials on the bottom in paint so we can identify them when you come to pick them up," she explained.

At that, Edward and I got to work. We talked and joked with each other a first, but before long, both of us were deep in concentration, working on our masterpieces.

Two hours eventually passed, and my cramped hand and I were done. Edward had finished before me, not quite as meticulous as I seemed to be. He was happy to chat with me as I worked, putting the finishing touches on my design.

"Okay, I think I'm done," I declared, dipping my brush in water before patting it dry. I cracked my stiff knuckles and sat up, stretching my back.

"Yeah?" Edward asked, sitting up straight in his chair.

"Yeah," I grinned.

"Okay, ready to see what we made for each other?" Edward asked, putting his hands on the box to move it.

"Uh huh."

"1...2...3!" He said, pulling the box away and revealing our work.

"Edward, is that...?"

"It's a food dish. For Pretzel," he confirmed.

"Oh my gosh, Edward! It's so cute!" I exclaimed, both in awe of his apparent talent and the thoughtfulness of making something for Pretzel.

He slid it to me so I could look at it better. There was a goldfish painted in the bottom of the bowl. The rest of it was blue and white striped, and across the front in black was Pretzel's name. Edward had even drawn on a little brown pretzel beside his name.

"It's perfect!" I gushed, suddenly a little nervous about my sad little painting.

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckled. "Now what did you make me?" He asked.

"Oh, um..." I said, sliding the frame over.

I'd used the little paint pens to make polka dots on it, in various colors, and then wrote all around it, "I love my best friend."

"I thought you could put that picture of you and Archie in it," I said with a shrug.

"I love it, Bella. Thank you," his smile genuine.

"Sorry, I'm not that great at painting," I laughed.

"It's perfect," he assured me.

After we were done, the girl up front, Maggie, we'd learned, came to collect our pieces and Edward paid for the items and the studio fee. She told us they'd be ready the following Wednesday but that we could come by anytime after that to get them.

We thanked her and left the studio. I was going towards the car when Edward motioned for me down the sidewalk.

"The restaurant is just right down here," he said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Follow me," he said. Together we walked down towards the corner to a small Italian restaurant.

"You said your favorite food was pasta, and this place has the best," he told me. "You can watch them rolling it by hand through that window," he motioned, pointing to the window by the door where there was someone sitting at a flour covered table, rolling out dough and cutting it.

"Come on," he said, leading me in.

Edward wasn't kidding about how good the pasta was. I decided to get Alfredo, and it came with thin mushrooms and little pieces of prosciutto mixed into a heavy, cheesy sauce. Even the bread that came with it was fresh and warm, and by the time we were done, I was full almost to the point of misery.

"That was amazing," I told him sincerely. It had been, truthfully, the best pasta I'd ever eaten.

"Would either of you care for dessert?" The waiter asked as he stepped up to the table to retrieve our empty plates.

"Bella?" Edward asked.

"I don't think I can eat any more right now. Want to just snack on Halloween candy when we get home?" I asked, knowing there was a giant bowl of candy on the kitchen table.

"Perfect," Edward laughed.

Once he'd paid and we were back in the car, Edward asked me if I was ready for the last stop on our date.

"If it requires anything other than sitting here and rubbing my full stomach, I'm not sure I can handle it," I said, half joking but half serious.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We've got an hour to get back to Forks. Just rest until then," he said, starting the car and pulling out of his spot.

I was still nervous about whatever else was planned. The food baby I was sporting was not going to look good in a swimsuit. At least I'd brought a one piece.

Thankfully, Edward was right, and the long drive back gave me plenty of time. My stomach was feeling better, the food digesting and settling as we pulled back into Forks city limits.

"Edward, where are we going? I seriously can't imagine why we'd need bathing suits unless we are catching a plane to Hawaii," I said.

"Almost there. You'll see," he said.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up the hospital, just outside of the therapy building where I'd met him weeks before with brownies.

"Um..." I stammered.

Edward got his chair out and settled in, pulling his bag into his lap.

"Grab your stuff and follow me," he said.

I was still really confused but decided to just trust him, reached for my bag in the back seat and climbed out.

I walked behind Edward as he went towards the automatic doors.

"Edward, you're back!" Someone called from the front desk.

"Hey, Al, just visiting this afternoon. We'll be in the aquatic center. Dr. Stevens already gave me permission," he said. The guy, Al, just nodded and smiled.

I kept walking behind Edward as he made a few turns, finally reaching a big double door and pushing it open. I followed him in, surprised by the smell of chlorine that hit me.

"What...?" I asked.

"You said there were no pools in Forks. While that's mostly true, I happen to use this one quite frequently. It's heated," Edward explained.

There were low lights on, nothing too bright, and the ceiling was all glass skylights. The sky was dimming overhead, and between it and the lights that were on inside the pool, and despite the medical and therapy equipment all around, everything seemed ethereal and romantic.

"Edward, this is..."

"Good surprise?" He asked, hopeful.

"Great surprise," I smiled.

"You can, um, change in there," he said, pointing to a door marked Women.

"I'll just be in the men's room changing. I'll meet you out here when you're done," he said.

"Okay," I said softly, suddenly nervous. We were about to see more of each other than we ever had. The modesty of swimsuits was suddenly meaningless when I knew that it was just us, alone in this dimly lit pool.

I walked into the women's locker room and slipped out of my clothes, grateful that I'd shaved my legs and underarms earlier that morning.

I pulled on my one piece. It was solid black with a high neck, and the fabric went from solid to sheer mesh at the top. It wasn't my sexiest bathing suit, but it made me feel mature and attractive.

I slipped on the flip flops I had brought and grabbed my towel. I didn't think anyone would be coming in here, but I shoved my bag and clothes into one of the unlocked lockers in the room.

I stepped out just as Edward came out, and my breath caught at the site of him in swim trunks, his chest bare.

His muscles were so defined, probably a combination of working out like he did and having to constantly propel his chair. His legs, which I had never seen before, weren't quite as thick with muscle, but they weren't weak, either. They were covered in the same light brown hair as his arms.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded.

"You can use those stairs. I have to use that," he said, pointing to a big chair that was connected to a pole from the ground. It went up and over the pool and looked like a crane.

I stepped to the stairs and put a toe in, delighted that it felt like a warm bath. I easily made my way in so that I was waist deep.

Edward lifted himself from his chair to the crane thing, then pressed a button above him. I watched as it automatically lifted him out and over the water before slowly lowering him to just above. He eased off of the chair and splashed into the water, tossing water on me. I'd pulled my hair into a ponytail to not get it wet, but I could see he wasn't going to let me get away with that.

He emerged, his hair soaked and water droplets sparkling in his eye lashes.

"Well, Miss Swan. You said you loved pools," he smiled.

"Yes, I did say that. Although I have to say, being in one with my shirtless boyfriend is making me love them all the more," I said, emboldened by the darkness, the water, my ever growing feelings for Edward.

He swam towards me, and in the water, watching him keep himself afloat with ease, we felt so equal. You'd never know that he couldn't use his legs when he glided through the water so effortlessly.

"I'm inclined to agree," he said, putting one arm up on the ledge of the pool and using the other to wrap around my waist, pulling me against him.

He dropped his other hand and leaned back so that he was propped against the side of the pool, the water up to his chest.

He pulled me to him again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands finding his shoulders.

We were staring at each other, the air around us quiet with just our breathing and the gentle slap of the water as it splashed the walls, echoing in the big, open room.

Edward tightened his hold, so that our chests were flushed.

"You're stunning," he whispered to me. I knew my face was splashed with water, and I was a little worried that my mascara was running, but there in his arms, I felt like a goddess.

Without another word, he leaned in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. My hands went around to slide into his wet hair, and his roamed my bare back, sliding up and down my slick skin.

Our tongues met, colliding in pent up energy, like magnets desperate to touch. We both moaned as the apex of my legs met him, feeling the evidence of what this was doing to him.

"Edward," I moaned, breathing in as his mouth left mine and moved down to my neck. He sucked gently on my pulse point, sending waves of pleasure to every nerve in my body.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispered against my skin, and it was kind of hot the way his language got dirty when things got heavy.

One hand stayed wrapped around me, keeping himself balanced and me tight to him.

His other hand slid up to my shoulder, his fingers gliding back and forth under the thin strap of my suit.

He kissed his way back up to my jaw, finding my mouth again as I braced one hand on the ledge of the pool and let the other slide low down his back.

I moved against him, feeling his hardness against the incredibly thin layer of my bathing suit, and my wetness had little to do with the pool water.

As Edward continued to kiss me, sucking my lips between his and gliding his tongue gently against mine, his hand slipped lower down my chest, out from under the straps.

We let go of our kiss, stopping to look at each other.

Without words, I knew what he was asking. I released my hand from his back and brought it out of the water, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.

Our gaze never faltered as I slid his hand down, so that he was cupping one breast.

My head fell back in pleasure as he used his thumb and fingers to kneed me, touching my sensitive peak.

His mouth latched onto my neck again, and I almost cried out when his hand left my breast. But quickly, he moved his fingers gently under the strap of my suit, dragging it down my shoulder so that he had access to my chest. He sucked on my collar bone as he continued to pull my suit down.

His fingers moved to the top of it, tugging it gently so that finally, he released my bare breast from the fabric.

The cool air hit and made me impossible more sensitive. My hands were buried in his hair as I leaned forward, clinging to him as his mouth found my peak. He sucked it in, swirled his tongue around it, and all the while I ground myself against him.

He kept sucking until my entire body was shaking, and just as I let go, let the sensation take over me, he brought his mouth up to mine again, capturing my breathy pleasure in his mouth.

I kept moving against him until I felt him pulse, felt him shake in my arms, joining me over the edge.

"Fuck," he whispered, letting go.

We slowed our movements, and he used his hand to gently caress me before pulling my suit back up into place.

"Is that what usually goes on in your physical therapy sessions?" I whispered with a smirk.

"Definitely not," he laughed back.


The next night, I was busy in the kitchen finishing the snacks I was making. I'd made more brownies for Edward, along with haystacks, and Oreo truffles. The others were all bringing dips, and my dad had left me money to order a few pizzas.

"Alright hon, I'm heading to work," my dad said as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Like my costume?" I asked, turning around for him. I was wearing black leggings and a giant orange sweatshirt with a jack-o-lantern face on it. My hair was down, and I had on a headband with a green bow on it.

"Very cute. Now you remember my rules, right?" He asked sternly.

"Hmm, lotsa beer, drugs, and tomfoolery?" I asked.

"Funny. But no. No misbehaving with your friends, and no making a giant mess in the house," he said. He knew there'd be none of what I'd suggested. I was a cop's daughter, not stupid.

"I know, dad. I promise, we'll be good. Don't forget these," I told him, handing him a Tupperware full of extra snacks. I even made him his own batch of his favorite, cheese sausage balls.

"You're too good to me, kiddo," he said.

Just as he was gathering the last of his stuff, there was a knock on the front door.

Pretzel whisked down the stairs at the sound, the little orange and black Halloween collar I got him jingling with all the bells on it as he padded through the house.

Dad went to open the door and we watched as all of my friends piled in.

"Bye, kids. Be good," he said to us all, before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

"Hey, y'all. Come in, come in," I motioned, leading them to the living room. "You can set the food in the kitchen. Pizza's on its way, and there are Cokes on ice in the cooler," I said.

After all the food was deposited and jackets were removed, I started to take in all of the costumes.

"Jeans and a t-shirt. So, you came as yourself?" I asked Edward.

"I'm Jason Street. From Friday Night Lights?" Edward said, wearing a grey t-shirt that said Dillon Panthers. "Seemed like the obvious choice. You know, crippled football player and all," he laughed. We were all silent for a few uncomfortable seconds.

"Mm, personally I'm more of a Coach Taylor man. He's daddy hot," Eric said, cutting the tension and making us all laugh.

"Ohh, speaking of daddy hot, your dad is a babe, Bella," Jessica said, causing me to snort in the sip of Coke I was taking.

"Gross," I wined once the fizz was out of my nose.

"I don't know, B. I kinda agree," Angela nodded.

"Oh, whatever. What are you guys supposed to be anyway?" I asked.

Angela had a red shirt with an N on it, with black leggings and red shoes. Jessica was in a blue shirt with snow flakes all over it, also in leggings and matching shoes.

"I'm Netflix," Angela smiled.

"And I'm Chill!" Jessica exclaimed excitedly.

"Not even a little bit," Eric snorted. He was in his usual outfit of a short sleeved patterned button down, and jeans as tight as he could get them. He had a full face of makeup, including bright pink lipstick, and a tiara on his head.

"Are you a toddler in a tiara?" I asked.

"No, Green Acres, I'm the homecoming queen. Since I was robbed," he said, leveling a glare at Rosalie.

"Hey, don't look at me. I didn't win, either," Rose laughed. "And I think Sheldon here was more upset than I was," she said, pointing to Emmett. Rosalie was in a knee length skirt, with brown tights, a button down sweater, and her glasses perched on her nose. Emmett was in khakis and a Flash t-shirt.

"Look, James and Victoria are nice enough, but we deserved to be king and queen," Emmett said.

"Sheldon and Amy, I love it!" I exclaimed, all of us ignoring Emmett's pouting. "You guys didn't want to be Howard and Bernadette?" I asked, looking at Alice and Jasper.

"No way," Alice said, wrinkling her nose. "Tell them who we are, Jazzy. Tell them," she said excitedly.

Jasper let out a deep sigh, and I realized he was in a black t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and black jeans to match.

"Nobody puts Baby in the corner," he said, he voice void of any enthusiasm.

"We're Dirty Dancing!" Alice exclaimed, twirling around in her light link tule skirt and matching tank top.

The rest of the night was filled with movies, taking turns handing out candy, and food. So. Much. Food.

By 10, we'd seen the last of the trick-or-treaters, and we were all in a sugar coma.

We had Hocus Pocus playing on the TV, all of us laying around the room. Eric was on the floor with Jessica, while Angela sat against it texting someone, presumably, Ben. Pretzel was snuggled in a ball on Eric's back.

Edward was in his usual spot on the couch, with my laying against him. Jasper was at the other end of the couch, Alice curled into his side, and Emmett was in the big recliner with Rose on top of him.

I looked around the room, the only light from the glow of the TV and the pumpkin string lights I'd put in the window, and I couldn't imagine feeling more content. I was with amazing people, on my favorite holiday, curled up against the boy I was falling desperately in love with. Happy Halloween, indeed.


For work, we are allowed to take our dogs with us on Halloween. My dog's name is Olive, so in honor of her, I am dressing as a martini. She will be dressed as a kissing booth. For a party this weekend, my husband and I are going as...Sheldon and Amy. Or, because he and I are both chunky, Fat Shamy.

Tell me in your reviews what you plan to be for Halloween! I seriously love the holiday and hearing about costumes!