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A/N: Thank you for the reviews, they make Seductiveward eager to tell you the story. I feel the same as well and so does Stubbornella. Well, she's given in already so I'm going to call her...Surrendella. Any more suggestions?

GITM Playlist Chapter 9: If It's Love-Train

Previously:

"Do you want to press charges against Mr. Wilde, Ms. Swan?" Banner asked.

"Yes, definitely," she nodded.

"Very well." He hauled Paul out to his cruiser, shoved him inside and shut the door. He turned and waved goodbye then was off to the station.

"That boy's in for it," Charlie growled.

"I wanna go home," Bella yawned.

"Okay, baby, let's take you home."

- - - G I T M - - -

If it's love
And we decide that it's forever
No one else could do it better
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather
Then the rest is just whatever
And if I'm addicted to loving you
And you're addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather
That flock together
Love, love
Got to have something to keep us together
Love, Love
That's enough for me

- - - G I T M - - -

BPOV

One month later...

June twentieth. Today's his day. Edward was born at six in the morning, twenty-four years ago. His party is being held at his parent's mansion and in full swing. The place is huge: big glass windows, a long driveway, five huge bedrooms, big kitchen and family room, a sitting room, three bathrooms, a pool in the back, an awning and a big picnic table with umbrellas in the middle. This was the fourth time I'd been to the Cullen's since Edward and I had started dating, and I was finally comfortable with must walking in whenever we came over. The first time we came here, I knocked, waited for my instructions to come inside and called his parents mister and missus throughout the visit. After a while, I got more comfortable and called them Esme and Carlisle, like they wanted from the beginning.

This morning, I decided to paint my nails white, scrunch style my hair with mousse to make it look curlier, threw on a tight, cobalt blue, deep v-neck shirt, a white peasant skirt that reached my knees and matching blue ballet flats. Lately, I've been more partial to wearing skirts and dresses in this weather. It was getting pretty hot for Seattle. Alice said my legs look amazing in dresses, and because Edward liked it when I'd show them off. Supposedly, they're long. Edward was wearing an orange polo. Bright orange that made the red in his unruly hair stand out more. I picked out the shorts but he wanted the shirt.

His party wasn't huge, like a sweet sixteen. The two dogs became fast friends, my little Oreo was doing laps around the yard with a bigger Zoey close behind him and Gypsi-the snob that she usually is-was on my mother's lap. My parents were here, Edward's family, Jake and Vanessa, his sister Rachel with her new boyfriend Riley Biers, his other friend Jared Bronson and his girlfriend Kim Gordon, Quil Ateara and Claire Burnes, Sam Uley and Leah Clearwater, Emily Young and Embry Call, then Seth Clearwater with Bree Tanner-the girl he was trying to date and get out of the friend zone with. Like Vanessa, Bree had pale skin, long brown hair, blue eyes and lived on the reservation.

The others were like Jake: black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, attractive. Every one of them wanted to know us like Jake and Vanessa did so we were introduced and have been friends ever since. They live in La Push or Forks so whenever they have a chance to come to Seattle and hang out, we take the opportunity. We've promised to come to Billy and Sasha's wedding, too. Well, I have to because Sasha's my aunt. Sarah Black would always be in Billy's heart and his first real love but the moment he met my aunt, it was instant love, wheelchair and all.

"Thank you for coming Mom and Dad, I really appreciate you trying to spend time with Edward's family, getting to know him."

"We're glad they invited us. Your father loves to grill and it's always so gloomy in Forks, it gives him a chance to do something fun. We're both having fun. Edward's sister and brother are a riot."

"Oh, yeah, Ali's always been like that."

Alice and Rose were barefoot, running around with the dogs in their shorts and tank tops, their hair pulled back while Edward, Emmett, Jazz, and the rest of the people sat at the table eating. All over the picnic tables sat food. A heaping platter of McDonald's chicken nuggets, per Emmett's request, the pig that he is. Chips, soda, alcohol, potato salad, macaroni salad, burgers, hot dogs, everything for a cookout birthday party. Carlisle and my dad cooked most of the meat, my mom and Esme made the other stuff.

Edward's presents sat in a pile on the kitchen table but my gift wasn't there. My two gifts were a surprise; one was in my purse and the other was...well, that's a surprise. My gifts were special, I spent all day looking for the first one, spent fifty bucks getting it cleaned then hid it in a shoebox.

My dad came up behind me and kissed my head. "She's got a lot of spunk, baby girl, I'm glad you're friends with her."

"Thanks, Daddy."

I wandered in to the house to use the restroom. As I walked out, I admired the house, how big it was, how much love had filled it over the years.

"Do you know that shirt's doing to me?" Edward's velvet voice asked as his warm, long fingered hands slid around my waist to rest on my belly.

"I could probably guess," I smirked, resting my hands on his as my back melted into his front. When I said my shirt was a deep v-neck, I meant it was was deep. A low cut, clevage revealing shirt but it was comfy.

"Mmmm, I like the skirt, too. It's thin and just the right length."

"The right length for what?"

"Nothin'."

"You are not sticking your hand up my skirt, Edward Anthony. We're in public, you dirty man."

"Baby," he whined, "it's my birthday, though. And I haven't touched you in-"

"You did that last night."

"Yeah. Last night. It's a new day and it can be a present from you to me."

"Later." You have no idea what I have in store for your birthday today, silly man. I'm sure you'll appreciate it so much, I know I will.

"You're a tease."

"Oh, hush," I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around his waist and laid my head against his chest. "You having a good time? Eating enough?"

"Oh, trust me, I'm full of nuggets. There's plenty of food out there. Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah. I'm saving room for cake, though. Yummy."

"What kind is it?"

"No, no," I shook my head, "not telling. It's a surprise."

"Once again, you're a tease!"

"It's not teasing, it's a surprise, Edward." I tipped back my head and looked at him.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips.

"Mmm, I love you, too." I threaded my fingers through his hair as he pressed his mouth to mine then an 'ahem' announced that we were no longer alone.

"Hey, guys, it's time for cake and presents," Vanessa and Emily were standing there, grinning with Sam and Jake. I pulled Edward out the door behind me and we went out to the porch. Esme and Carlisle wheeled out a three tiered, white frosted cake, chocolate covered strawberries lining every level, with a lit 24 candle sticking out from the top.

"What kind of cake is that, mom?" Emmett asked.

"Red velvet with cream cheese frosting now everyone sing for the birthday boy."

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Edward, happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuu!"

"Cha cha cha!" Em added, earning an elbow to the ribs from Rose. "Ow, baby!"

"Hush!"

Alice's tinkling laugh filtered through everyone's ears. She looked a little tipsy. "Great, a drunk pixie at Ed's party," Jasper groaned.

"Presents!" Seth looked like a little kid in a candy store as Edward's gifts were being brought out. He must enjoy watching birthday parties. How old was he again? Twenty? Nineteen? I always forget. Anyway, he really seemed to like that paper was going to be all over the place but then again so did I, especially that it was Edward about to open them. I wanted to see the expressions on his face with every opened gift.

"Okay," Sam announced, handing Edward his first present. "This one's from me and Lee-lee. Hope you like it, we didn't really know what to get you 'cause we haven't known you that long."

Edward ripped into his gift. It was a piano tuner for the piano at his store in town. "Thanks guys, this is great."

He shook Sam's hand and hugged Leah. Next was Jared and Kim's gift: a guitar pick case with a pack of guitar picks. He received an old record player from Jake and Vanessa, records and a black music notebook to write songs in from Seth and Bree, my parents got him new bedding, Claire and Quil got him a set of finger picks for his guitar, Embry and Emily gave him a couple band t-shirts, Rachel and Riley got him a protective case for his phone. Body Glove. Emmett and Jasper got him a subscription for Playboy magazine, God knows why. His face flushed deep red and he sat on the notice that his magazines would come every second Monday for the next twelve months. Rose and Ali made him a booklet of all Robert Frost's poems. Last, his parents got him an electric keyboard for his place and booklets of various songs to be played.

"Thanks everyone. I really love all my gifts. Mom and Dad, thank you for the keyboard, Mr. and Mrs. Swan thank you for the bed set. I promise I'll use it."

"You don't have to address us so formally, hun," my mom said, "you can call us Renee and Charlie. We won't bite."

"Bella did you get him a gift?" Ali asked me.

"Yeah, I did. I wanted to wait for everything else to get done because my gift is really important and I hope you like it, too, E."

"I'm sure I will, Bells." He squeezed my hand.

"Okay, could everyone please have a seat?"

They sat.

"Thank you." I felt a lump form in my throat at what I was about to do. I kissed Edward's hand and started my speech. "I've never been in love before. What I thought was love really wasn't anything at all. No one's ever loved me, showed me how I much I mean to them before. That is, until you came into my life. You didn't give up on me, you showed me that I'm good enough to be loved. You make me feel perfect, Edward, and I love you so much. You have the biggest heart and you gave me the honor of owning it. I thank God every day I wake up and you're there, next to me, your feelings evident in your green eyes. And when you smile at me, my entire universe bursts with light and it makes me feel like I'm capable of anything. I so badly want to prove how much I'm grateful for you and that I love you...for the rest of my life," I paused, wiping my eyes.

"Oh, my goodness," his mom sucked in a breath, "she's..."

"I know it's only been a month since we've been together and it may seem kind of quick but I don't want to wait anymore. You're my future, the only one I want, you're my forever. On your birthday, in front of our families and friends...will you be my husband, Edward? Will you marry me?" I pulled out the tungsten ring I had in my pocket and held it in my palm, scared slash happy tears falling down my face.

"Holy shit!" Everyone gasped, eyes wide.

It took him all but three seconds to answer. He grabbed me up in his arms, squeezing tight. "God, yes! Definitely, baby! I love you so much you gorgeous, sweet, sweet girl." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face in his neck as he swayed back and forth in place. Right now no one existed, it was Edward and me, two people in love and engaged. Nobody could pop our bubble this very moment.

"I love you, too. I was nervous about your answer all day."

"Why do you think I would ever say no? I love you, I want you more than anything in the world. Yeah, I'll admit you took me by surprise but when you asked me, the greatest feeling filled me. I'm so happy you're mine, Bella."

Edward put me down and crushed his mouth to mine for a brief kiss. I realized I was still holding his ring in my fist and I offered it to him. He plucked it out of my hand and leaned his forehead against mine.

"So are you going to put it on a chain or somewhere else or-" I paused, focusing my eyes on his collarbones. I didn't really care where he wore it, just as long as he did.

"Are you sure? Look at me, sweetheart," Edward tipped my head back, his eyes softening, "Are you okay with it? I don't want to hurt you. I love you."

"I guess so, I mean I understand because normally the girls wear the ring and maybe you'll have one for-" he put a finger to my lips, stopping me.

"Hold that thought. I do have something for you. Hopefully it will make you happy."

"I am happy," I defended.

"Just come with me. Can you guys excuse us for a minute?" he asked the others, breaking our bubble.

They nodded and he took my hand, leading me inside to the living area, sat me down and walked over to the curio cabinet. He picked up a little red velvet box, shuffled back over to me and sat down, placing the box on my knee.

"Is this?"

"Just open it," he murmured. I slowly took the lid off and slapped my hand to my mouth. Inside, nestled in white fabric was an engagement ring: three shining, beautiful stones twinkling back at me on a thick band. I picked this ring from the box, turning it, watching the light hit the diamonds.

He squeezed my knee as he spoke. "The diamonds were my great aunt's. The original band got kind of tarnished so I had the stones removed, polished and placed in a platinum tungsten band. The middle stone is radiant cut and the two sides stones are trapezoid so it all adds up to three carats in jewels. I was going to propose to you one day with this ring. I'm happy you get to have it now."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "It's amazing, Edward, thank you."

"Are you sure you're okay with me wearing my ring around my neck?"

"I'm okay with it."

"You promise?" he urged.

"Yes, Edward. Both rings symbolize our committment to each other and if you wore yours right now, it wouldn't be the same when a man usually puts a ring on the third finger of his left hand and guys don't wear engagement rings anyway. But you will tell people that I was the one to ask, though, won't you?"

"Yes, I will. No shame in saying it whatsoever. But baby, if you ever change your mind and want me to wear it, I will. Just say the word."

"Okay," I giggled. "I have a question."

"Shoot," he answered, "Wait, I want to put your ring on your finger." He took my ring and slipped it on my finger. I wiggled my hand, testing out the feeling of having another piece of jewelry.

"I won't take it off, ever," I kissed his hand. "Okay, I told you there was two parts to your birthday present, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"So part one was what just happened. You have a fiancée. Part two is...I'm ready tohavesexwithyou."

I stood up fast and left, practically sprinting out of the room. I knew he heard me, he's used to me saying things really fast when I'm nervous. No, Edward and I haven't officially had sex yet, I was always self-conscious about it. He's got an amazing body and from what I've felt against my thigh numerous times in the past, he's well endowed in that area. He's perfect everywhere and I'm just...blah. I was ready now and I loved driving him crazy sometimes. When he sleeps over-which is every other night-I wear something to bed that shows a fair amount of skin: shorts and a tank, a long t-shirt and panties, and when I'm feeling really torturous, I wear a tank top and panties. It nearly makes him cry. I made it to the kitchen before he caught me. His hands grasped my waist, spun me around and backed me in to the kitchen counter, his body flush against mine.

"Did you just say what I'm hoping you just said?"

"What were you hoping for me to say?"

"That you're ready...like ready ready. For the next step."

"In our relationship, yes."

Edward groaned, leaning his forehead in the crook of my neck, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hear those words from your pretty mouth? I always hoped you'd just throw caution to the wind, throw me on the bed, rip my clothes off and have your way with me. Those barely there outfits you wear to bed, God, Bella they'd be so easy to just move to the side, so rippable. You can't even fucking imagine how many times I've relieved myself in the shower fantasizing about you." His lips pressed frantic kisses over the exposed skin of my collarbones. "I'm gonna go slow the first time but baby, the second time-and trust me there will be a second time-you're getting it hard. You're gonna scream for me."

"Edward," I whimpered. He was nibbling on my throat, sucking, swirling his tongue along the tendon in my throat then he sucked my ear lobe in his mouth. My knees buckled.

"Come on, baby, let's show everyone your ring."

He took my hand, guiding my dazed self outside. I was still in a flustered, achy state, seeing as only a few moments ago, Edward nearly took me against his parent's kitchen counter. And if he did, I probably wouldn't have stopped him. I pressed my hand against my hot cheeks to feel if they had cooled even a little. Oh, well, I'll just chalk it up as happy tears.

"Oh, Edward, it's your great aunt Senna's diamonds! She'd be so happy for you! Carlisle look, Edward gave Bella your aunt's ring," Esme cried.

"It's beautiful, honey," my mom gaped.

"Thank you, son," Carlisle said to Edward, "aunt Senna would be proud."

"I'm glad. I just wish Bella could have met her. She would have loved her."

"Hey, Bells, all three of us are engaged now!" Rose grinned. Oreo came at me full speed and jumped into my arms, yipping. "Oreo's happy, too." She walked away.

"You don't think it's too early, do you, Daddy?" I asked Charlie.

"Well, no, I mean it was shocking but you've known each other for over a year. I think you're ready for it if you think Edward's the one. I'm behind you one hundred percent."

"Thank you. What about you, Mom?"

"I think it's wonderful. Like love at first sight!"

"Good, 'cause I don't think Edward wants to piss anyone off."

"He hasn't."

I walked over to Edward, wrapped my hands around his arm and asked, "How do we go about this?"

"Bella, you make it sound like we're doing a science project."

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. When I usually did this, I was instructed to lay down."

"God, if that I knew that asswipe earlier, I'd have kicked his ass and stole you from him then showed you how I make love to a girl."

"Well, he's not here now, you are so...let's go home and you show me. How do you do it?"

"You're in for it, baby."

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A/N: I know, I know, it's short but you know what's up next! I was going to give you a lemon this chapter but then I thought, eh. They can wait and besides, it takes me forever to write a lemon. You don't wanna wait another four or five days for this chapter, do you? I also don't think Bella's proposal was early because they've known each other for years, she was afraid to let him in...you know why.

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