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"I guess it will just be the three of us, then," he grinned.

"Yep," I agreed. "You, Rae, and me. One, happy family."

:NEWS FLASH: So I have finally admitted to myself that I just don't do slow. I think it has to do with drawing out a single day into a plethora of chapters. Anyways, slow is not the way I go. So speed along…

A/N: Pictures of Edward's extravagance are on my homepage. Also, money prices will be referred to in American dollars, even though the characters live in Great Britain. For reference, 1 is equivalent to approximately 1.5 euros.

8

"Anything else?" Edward asked.

We had been discussing our living situation and now I wanted to move onto a topic that I had been dreading since I knew we had different stances on it.

"Yes," I hesitated.

"Well…" he persisted, grinning, already knowing what it was I wanted to discuss.

"We need to talk about Rae. We need to come to an agreement with how to raise her."

Edward was still grinning. "And what are you suggesting?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm putting you on a limit," I told him.

"A limit of what?"

"A limit of how much money you can spend on her," I explained.

Before totally rejecting me, Edward was at least kind enough to hear me out. He scooted around the 'U' shaped booth so that we were sitting side by side before he spoke again. "And exactly what is my limit?"

"Including clothes, 5,000," I sighed. I knew there was no way he would go for it, but I had to at least try.

"Are you joking?" he asked. When I told him I wasn't, he sighed. "Bella, how do you expect 5,000 to cover everything?"

"I did it on 500. Remember, it doesn't include food and she already has a perfectly capable bedroom set. The money I spent on her was mostly for outings or if she wanted a headband or a book or something. Just because a prince is her father does not mean she will become spoiled."

"And just because her mother was barely making ends meet does not mean she will be deprived," he argued. From his tone of voice I knew he wasn't trying to make a jab at me, but rather trying to prove his point. He really did want to spoil Rae.

I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration. "I knew this would be the part where we would disagree."

"And besides, I already have Alice designing a brand new bedroom for her," he told me. "She also bought Rae a whole new wardrobe and an overflowing chest of toys. And I already placed in an order for one of those multi-story playhouses to put in the backyard along with a miniature red Mercedes for her to drive around," he beamed.

I started banging my head on the table. Unbelievable. He knew no limits.

"You can't just buy her things out of the blue, Edward. How about you cancel the order for the house and the car, and we'll let the new room and toys and clothes be her birthday and Christmas presents for the rest of the year," I compromised.

"Bella," Edward pouted, and damn him for doing so.

"I just don't want her growing up to be a spoiled brat," I pleaded, looking into his eyes to express just how torn I was over this issue.

"We'll make her get a job," he told me.

I laughed. "That was already the plan; at least my plan. I don't see how you would let her work on her own when you can't even let her play on her own," I told him, glancing over toward the ball pit where she was talking to some new friends, security within two feet of her. "And," I continued, "with you being her father she would never get real work experience. People will either be hot or cold, wanting to get in her good graces or avoiding her at all costs."

"Being a parent is really complicated, isn't it?" he sighed.

"Yea," I agreed, "but you're terrific at it," I assured him, reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair out his eyes.

As I went to pull my hand away, he caught my wrist and placed my hand in both of his, running patterns over it with his thumb. "Bella," he sighed, his eyes darker and heavier.

"Hmm?" I questioned, my eyelids drooping. I started nibbling on my lips, as some sort of distraction.

"Are we…just Rae's parents, or are we…something more?"

I looked down at our hands, the way mine fit into both of his like a foot fits into a shoe. We were molded and formed for one another that it almost seemed too perfect.

"What do you think?" I asked cautiously.

"I am your Windex," he grinned.

"That you are," I smiled.

After a brief silence, Edward unwrapped one of his hands from mine and moved it to my chin, pulling my face back up to meet him. "So," he started, trailing one of his fingers from the tip of my chin along my jaw line. "Should we give us a shot?" he questioned, placing a strand of hair behind my ear before moving his hand back down to my cheek. My breathing was rapid and my heart was pounding. "What do you say, Bella?" he whispered, letting his thumb move back and forth lazily across my cheek.

"Mmm," I muttered.

"What was that?" he grinned, inching his face closer to mine as if he couldn't hear me.

"Mhmm," I repeated.

"Is that a yes?" he whispered hoarsely, his thumb now tracing the outline of my lips.

I had tried to tell him twice. Just because I was incapable of speech, didn't mean he had to draw this torture on for so long. I wrapped my arm around his neck, closing the last inch between us and pressed my mouth to his, savoring the soft, delicate nature of his lips mixed with the rough and passionate way he kissed. I felt myself drowning in this kiss, not caring that I needed to resurface for air.

With my other arm, I lazily dragged my hand up his chest and around his neck, then slowly pulled my lips away, resting my head against his shoulder. Softly, I felt him stroke my hair before putting his lips next to my ear, quickly granting it a kiss. "Not to be redundant, but is that a yes?" he chuckled.

I shoved against him, smiling, though I desperately wanted to hide it. "Yes, that is a yes. And yes, you so just ruined the moment. And don't you dare pout," I commanded, knowing that was his next move which would totally weaken my resolve of not giving him another kiss—at least until my heart could handle it.

"Fine," he relented, struggling to keep his lips from falling down.

"Does this count as our first date?" I asked, laughing. I was, after all, at Chuck E. Cheese, with a prince who had just kissed me senseless. We could be in a mud cave and I would still remember this moment forever.

"If I say yes, can we seal our agreement with a kiss?" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "I think I'm going to have to start limiting the number of times you are allowed to seduce me as well," I remarked.

"Really?" he asked, bringing his face closer, his smirk only widening when he saw how much of an affect he was having on me.

Those bright, illuminating, green eyes.

That golden brown hair that swept perfectly across his face.

The perfect, sparkling, white teeth.

The man.

Perfection reincarnated did have a name and Edward Cullen was it. And so help me God if I can't resist him—he's too sexy for his own good.

"Bella," he whispered. "Am I seducing you right now?"

I practically moaned when he whispered that in my ear, his lips trailing down my jaw to the outset of my lips. He was teasing me.

"Am I?"

"Yes," I muttered, my eyes falling close as I revisited the most glorious sensation of his lips on mine.

The kiss was quick, as Edward pulled back, grinning like an idiot. "I definitely know how to get my way," he gleamed, not able to keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Just don't get cocky," I warned, knowing how to admit defeat.

He just smiled, but said nothing else, since our food and drinks were brought to the table. Edward tipped the man, rather generously, causing me to glare at him.

"What?" he shrugged. "I wasn't flaunting the wealth, I was just sharing in my good fortune."

"I've created a cocky monster," I muttered.

"I might add horny to that list," he grinned, while I slapped him.

"Edward! This is a children's place. Control yourself."

He laughed, scooting out of the booth to go and get Rae. I swear, that man was going to be the death of me. He knew when to turn it on and when to turn it off. Sweet and cuddly with Rae; hot and sexy with me.

Rae came back with a confused expression on her face while Edward came back red-faced and laughing.

"What's going on, you two?" I smiled.

"I don't know, mommy," Rae pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at Edward. "Daddy's just weird."

He chuckled, helping Rae into the booth and scooting her over so that she was sitting in between us.

As Edward leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek, he whispered in my ear what had him laughing so hard.

"I found Rae talking to a little boy and I reminded her that she was too young to have a boyfriend and she marched out of the ball pit, walked right up to me, and said 'Daddy, do you expect me to date girls instead?!'"

My mouth dropped open. "Edward! You single-handedly turned our daughter into a lesbian." I was still in shocked over what Rae had said that I didn't even notice when she started to put pizza on everyone's plate. "Where do you think she learned to say things like that?" I whispered to Edward.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Bella, kids seem to know everything these days. They lose their innocence much quicker now than when we were children."

I sighed. It was true. Children of today knew much more than they should.

"Which is why," Edward began, "I want to spoil Rae with toys and gifts and clothes, and most importantly, love. It will keep her from being bored and doing things she isn't supposed to be doing."

"We're back to this again?" I sighed. "I do approve of getting her some new toys but the way you were talking earlier sounds ridiculous. That's too extravagant."

"Nothing's too much for Rae," Edward stated, in all seriousness, as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

"How about we just start discussing purchases before they are made on a whim?" I negotiated.

"Now that seems very fair," Edward grinned, trying to lean over to give me a kiss at the same time Rae picked up a slice of pizza.

"Daddy!" Rae giggled, looking at his face. "You have sauce all around your mouth and some on your nose."

I watched happily as Rae grabbed a napkin and tried to reach up to wipe off Edward's face. He obviously had to lean down so she could reach him, and when she was all finished, she gave him a peck on the lips. "All done!" she exclaimed.

Edward smiled adoringly at her and picked her up to sit on his lap as he scooted to sit right next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Much better," he sighed.

And it was.

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