The next morning I woke up facing the window as my ever-adoring fiance spooned into my side. Our blinds to the balcony were open and when I gazed out into our backyard from the comfort of Edward's fiery arms, I saw nothing but white. It looked like it had snowed a foot outside overnight and though the French doors were slightly ajar, I felt no cold.

That was probably attributed to the fact that Edward had one arm slung low on my uncovered hips and the other wrapped protectively around our growing son. My little Edward Charles. Somewhere in my head that name just didn't feel right to me. Charles and Renee were less than attentive to me and both openly protested my pregnancy but Carlisle and Esme, well, as far as I was concerned, they were my real role models in life.

I tested the new name I had thought of for our son in my head. I sounded it out loud softly, as to not wake my slumbering man, "Edward Carlisle." I grinned hugely as I stared out the French doors. It was the perfect name for our perfect little boy. I unexpectedly felt a drop of warm liquid on my bare shoulder and turned as well as I could to gaze into the glossy eyes of my beloved.

He laughed, embarrassed at getting caught crying by his hormonal, pregnant wife and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"You must think I'm a gigantic pussy now, love. I'm sorry...", he drifted off into silence as I placed a quivering finger over his deep red lips.

"I don't think that at all, Edward. It's a typical reponse. In fact, I bet Mom and Dad will drop a tear or two as well when we tell them later today when the gang all comes over later today for dinner."

He flipped us so his back was relaxed against the plush duvet of our bed and I was snuggled into his chest. He carressed my baby bump and felt his son's soccer kick through the layers of my body. His face at his son's acknowledgment of his father put the most spellbinding smile on his face. Edward leaned his head down to me and gently kissed my lips.

"What did I ever do to get this all to be mine?", he questioned me seriously. I almost laughed at him. How ridiculous was it that my perfect husband (well, in three days he would be) didn't know how good he was.

"Well, you're devilishly handsome", I said as I kissed him.

"You're insanely generous with charities", I kissed him again.

"You're a great doctor."

"You adore your family and mine."

"You're giving me this beautiful little baby."

Each one of my statements ended in another torturously short kiss until I reached the most important reason of all.

"And for some magical reason, you've completely enchanted my soul and I am etnerally grateful that you love me back too."

I locked my arms behind his head and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. We continued our little makeout session until Edward realized that the position was getting a little uncomfortable for me and my four-month pregnant belly. He brought me to lay flush next to him on our comfy mattress and he wrapped his hand around mine as we lay panting amongst the sheets.

We laid there for a while with our heads turned toward each other and our hands entwined, just staring at each other. There would never be a day where my eyes would tire of looking at him, the deliriously perfect religious icon laying next to me. He gently took the tangled strands of hair in my face and pushed them to the side.

"She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses: I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?"

I blushed profusely at his words. He was such a Shakespeare freak. He was quoting some of Romeo's first lines as he gazed upon Juliet by her bedroom in Act 2 of the play. He noticed my blush and smiled, continuing onward with Romeo's next lines and we both knew of their appropriateness at this time.

"The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp."

I playfully pushed my dork onto his back again and jumped on him tickling his ribs, where I knew I would ellicit several unmanly giggles from my lover.

"Did you have to steal somebody else's lines?", I inquired jokingly from Edward. He caged me into his arms and pushed me back on my back easily.

"Did you have to steal my heart so?", he replied smugly and captured my swollen lips into an another heart-wrenching kiss.

"Touche", I breathed quietly against his lips as he kissed me thoroughly once again.

He looked down at me and our baby reverently with pure joy in his eyes.

"I can't express how much I love you two without using a billion cliches in the process." He pressed his forehead against mine as he supported his weight on his his elbows so he wouldn't hurt the baby.

"I know. I can't believe that in three days I'll forever be Mrs. Edward Cullen."

He nuzzled his stubbly jaw against my chin. "I know, me neither. What I can't believe even more is that in five months we both get to meet our little miracle."

I grudgingly pulled myself from Edward's embrace to put on my green silk robe and sit cross-legged across from his gangly, lounging frame on the bed.

"He really is a miracle, isn't he? You would have married Tayna if it weren't for him, I would have pined for you forever, and we would be dancing around each other for eternity."

Edward laughed. "I guess he is. Come over here so I can thank my son." I scooted over to where he had finally pulled himself into a sitting position against the headboard. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently as he brought his other arm to where his son lay inside me. He leaned down a little and started rubbing my belly as he talked to our son.

"Good morning son. You know your mother brought up a very interesting point. You really are our little miracle. But what she doesn't know is that I wouldn't have married that Tayna hag anyway that day. I know I've been a selfish person in the past and I drove the most important person to me away from me. But thanks to you, little buddy, I got her back here with me, in my arms. I love your momma and you more than any words can really express. I can't wait to marry her in three days and I can't wait to meet you in five more months.

EJ, I hope to God that you have your momma's eyes and her hair and her smile. I can't wait to see you with your eyes open and smiling at me and your momma for the first time. But while you're in there, can you do a solid for me? Can you be as gentle as possible to my Bella dear? She's put up with a lot of sh--I mean grief from me and I want you to help me make this pregnancy as comfortable as possible. If you do that, I swear that as soon as you can walk I'll teach you to play baseball and swim and all that sort of stuff. Thanks little man and thanks for coming into my life, you have no clue how much happiness you've brought our family already. I love you."

With that he kissed his son and we both felt Edward Jr. kick us both. Our eyes magnetically glued to one another as we smirked happy matching smiles. I was crying profusely after Edward's little speech to our son and he returned to his original position next to me and lovingly wiped the tears from my eyes.

Edward's speech had evoked this proud feeling in me and that ever-satisfying realization that I had the perfect family. I noticed the changes in him since I had gotten pregnant. Edward was able to stop being such an asshole, he stopped swearing, he grew even more protective of me, and his eyes shimmered whenever we spoke of our baby. Edward was able to grow up and man up to be the father that he was already becoming.

People usually say that any man can be a father but not everyone can be a dad and that a mother becomes a woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant, but a man only becomes a father when he sees his baby for the first time. I agreed with the first statement but not the last. Edward was a great example of this. Before he proposed to me, I knew in my heart that Edward wasn't father material at all. I mean he had treated me like dirt after we had sex together but he changed and became a dad. He hadn't even met his baby yet but he was already such a dad. He made sure I ate properly and he massaged my aching back and feet at the end of most days. I was so glad he had changed for us.

Our emotional moment was over now and Edward rose up from the bed and walked over to my side and pulled me up. We both stood there naked without any animal urge to jump each other like teenagers. He glided into the bathroom as I took an unabashed look at his ass as he walked away. Just because I didn't want to jump him at the moment didn't mean I didn't want watch his sexy ass leave.

Once I heard his shower start and Edward begin to sing "Rock Show" by Blink-182, I walked downstairs and started making Edward's favorite breakfast food, stuffed French toast topped with confectioner's sugar, strawberries, and whipped cream. Edward had always had the oddest obsession with strawberries. He claimed I smelled like them but I never smelled it.

Shortly after his French toast was done, he came downstairs whistling "Be My Escape" by Relient K. He came up behind me while I was at the stove making my food and wrapped his arms around me, buried his head in my neck, and inhaled deeply. I turned from him and gave him a puzzled look.

"What? You smell like sex and strawberries."

We took our seats at our kitchen nook on the bench and snuggled as we fed each other. Alice always made fun of us when she witnessed moments like this. I could hear her words echoing in my head. "Bella Swan, you already act like you're on your honeymoon with my brother, get your act together and drag him to a chapel already." The ironic part of that was now that we were getting married, she refused to let us participate in planning it at all. Rose said it was our wedding but Alice was adamant. She wanted us to be surprised. In fact, I hadn't even seen my dress yet. She had designed it with my new pregnant proportions in mind.

We finished eating in a comfortable silence and he stood at my side and rinsed the dishes as I washed them. Though we were not yet wed, we had already fallen into a pattern of doing things together and it made me feel settled. I could easily stay this way until I'm sixty-four. Edward wanted to go get more things for the baby's room since we now knew its sex. He had already painted the baby's room emerald green and put in a cherry finished crib but he wanted me to decorate the rest with him. I didn't deserve him at all, I swear.

We drove with hands clasped together towards a designer baby boutique. I had protested at first but Edward calmly told me that it was for our son and that's all it took to melt my heart on this issue. I could never deny my baby boy anything.

When we arrived at the oddly expensive boutique, Edward opened my door for me and shielded me from the harsh December chill. He opened the boutique door for me and as soon as I walked into a explosion of pink and blue. Then I was swamped by Rose, Alice, and Esme. I looked back at Edward in confusion as to why my soon-to-be in-laws were here at this particular baby boutique. Edward just shrugged his shoulders and gave me his trademark smile.

I turned back to the three smiling women in front of me and crossed my arms as best as I could at this point.

"So, Bella, yesterday Edward told me you guys found out the sex of the baby and we were here just shopping for the baby and you know how I hate those "unisexual" outfits so I was wondering--actually we were all wondering if you would tell us now so we could shop with you guys", Alice managed to say all in one breath. She then gave me those puppy-dog eyes that she knew I could never resist before. Damn Cullens and their stupid magic eyes.

Edward cleared his throat behind me and piped up in my defense.

"You will all find out later tonight at dinner. Now, ladies, if you'll excuse us, I'm going to take my wife--I mean fiancee on a little date now."

He winked the girls and they all winked back as if they were all in on some secret project or something. He wrapped his arm around me and began to usher me out of the store.

As we left the store Esme yelled, "It's on the stove, Ed. Good luck!"

What the hell did that mean? ' It's on the stove, Ed. Good luck! ' What was Edward up to now?

"But Edward---what was..."

I was silenced by Edward's fingers on my lips.

"Never you mind, love. We've got somewhere to be soon. But first I have to go over to Mom and Dad's quickly for something, is that alright?"

I nodded in agreement, stunned by my ever-confusing fiance. We drove in silence once again. You would think one would get tired of silence in a car but Edward and I had already grown so comfortable together. There wasn't anything about each other that we didn't already know. He dashed out of the car as soon as we pulled into the Cullen's cul-de-sac driveway and returned no less than a minute later with a picnic basket in his hand. He sped out of the driveway in the typical Cullen manner and started driving towards my parents' house in the next neighborhood.

My mind immediately traveled back to high school. There was a little hiking path that was directly in between our houses that led to this beautiful meadow that was filled with wildflowers in the spring and summer. Even when we had other obligations in high school, Edward and I would sneak out of our respective houses and hang out together at our meadow. It was our way of staying connected to each other even though I was busy with school and Edward was busy making out with cheerleaders.

I remembered one night in particular. Junior year had been a difficult year to live through on the Edward front. We had rarely spent any time at the meadow anymore and I saw him at my locker everyday making out with his girlfriend, Jessica Stanley. He had once told me that our meadow was ours, something special belonging to only us and that he swore to never bring anyone else here.

But one day in May before my AP test, I had overheard Jessica talking to Lauren at Jessica's locker as she applied a new coat of lipgloss.

"So, OMG, guess where Eddie took me last night?"

Lauren's barely there eyebrows rose. "OMG, like where, Jess?"

"We went to this field thingy by his house. It was soooooo romantic. But I, like, noticed that his intials were on a tree with Bella Swan's."

"C'mon, Jess, you're so joking, he would, like, never touch that book freak, you know?"

"Totally. So I asked him about it because we, like, are sooo honest with each other." I snorted here quietly. Edward didn't know then that she was making out with Mike Newton last weekend. "And he said that he totally hates Swan, he just puts up with her because his mom loves her. Isn't that just sad?"

"God, totally, like, she is the most hideous thing on the planet."

"I know. But it got even better when Edward just jumped on me and..."

I couldn't stand to hear anymore so I slammed my locker and dashed away hiding my tears, leaving behind two very satisfied smiling bitches behind me. Sadly, in biology later that day, Edward noticed that I was upset. When I refused to answer his questions, he passed me a note.

What's got you so pissed off today, Wizard?

None of your fucking business, Cullen.

Harsh much? You on the rag or something today? You're not this aggressive to me usually. :(

Well, last time I checked you usually don't take trashy whores to our meadow, dickweed.

Hey, for starters, she's not a whore. Secondly, we never said it was our exclusive thing. So just chill, Wizard, OK?

No OK's will fix this Cullen. You know what? You don't have the right to call me Wizard anymore. And actually the meadow was our exclusive thing, sorry, my friendship didn't mean that much to you at all. Let me fix this: You go have lots of fun sex with your whore, you stay away from me, and there won't be anymore fights between us because we aren't friends anymore.

He frowned as he read my response to him and lifted his pen to write back furiously, but he couldn't because the bell rang. I ignored Edward Cullen's existence for a whole month and he looked as miserable without me as I was without him but I refused to cave in. He was wrong and if he wanted to be friends again, he had to grow up and fucking admit when he was wrong.

Needless to say, I was surprised when in early June, two days before our Junior Prom, Edward had texted me.

"Meadow 2nite 10?"

I texted him back promptly.

"This is the only time I'm giving you to man up. Don't waste it. I'll be there."

At ten that night, I walked into the meadow only to see it lit up by thousands of candles. As I walked closer to them, they formed a message in the grass. The beautiful bronze-haired boy standing in the middle of the meadow said the very same thing that his candle message read.

"I'm sorry." Like that, my resolve to stay away from him snapped and I leaped into his waiting arms as he gave me a tender hug. We sat there in the meadow talking about what had happened since our big fight as the candles burned out one by one.

It must have been around two in the morning when there was only a couple lights burning dim in the background. Edward was staring into my eyes purposely.

"You know, I'd much rather be going to Prom with you, Wizard." I frowned sadly but wondered when he would stop teasing me for my Harry Potter obsession.

"No, you don't, Edward, you have the perfect girlfriend. Why on earth would you want to go with me?"

He searched my eyes carefully before responding, "Because you're the only one I've ever wanted." He leaned forward then and kissed me on my lips. When we finally pulled back, I touched my lips to feel the lingering spark in the skin there that Edward had left there.

Even now, I mimicked the motions that daydream-teenage-me just did. My lips still tingled for Edward's touch to this day. I wondered if I would ever be acclimated to him and I hoped I never would be. I turned my head to see my fiance staring at me curiously and I noticed that the car was already parked at the entrance to the hiking trail.

"What were you daydreaming about for the last ten minutes, love?" I blushed a furious pink.

I replied saucily, "My first kiss."

"Hmm...I remember that. But you know I kiss better now, right?"

"Of course, but the sensation still does the same thing to me."

"Me too. I love you, Wizard." I smiled as he remembered my childhood nickname.

He leaned over the dash to kiss me again and then he got out with his picnic basket in hand to open my door. He gently pulled me out of my seat and we started off on our way to the meadow. We had walked hand-in-hand for at least a mile and a half and I knew we only had about three-quarters of a mile left to walk before we reached the meadow. This was the perfect time to ask him my question.

"So what exactly are we doing out here on this chilly December day, dear husband?"

"What? Are you cold? We can go back if you'd like. This was a bad idea for today. I'm so sorr--"

I interrupted him, "No, I'm fine, I'm just wondering what kind of trouble you're up to, Mr. Cullen."

"Well, Mrs. Cullen, that is for me to know and for you to find out, now isn't it?"

We truded along through the snow together until we reached the opening to the meadow. He pulled me back gently and said, "I love you."

"I love you too, Edward."

We kissed and then it was almost like deja vu. The meadow was once again lit by candles. Someone had come out and wrote cursive into the snow and then put candles in the trenches they created. The message this time read, Je t'aime plus que toute autre chose. I love you more than anything.

My face probably looked radiant right now as Edward couldn't stop smiling at me with that glowing smile of his.

"I love it but when did you have time to do it." He smiled sheepishly at me.

"I snuck out last night while you were sleeping. I wanted to show that I really do love you mroe than anything."

"It's perfect, thank you." He walked to the center of the meadow, where no candles were burning and put his basket on the snow-covered ground. He took out a thick, red, fleece blanket and laid it gently on the ground. Edward then sat on the corner closest to the basket, shed his coat to reveal his perfect chest covered by a hunter green button up. He patted the ground next to him and smiled. I went to sit next to him and waited patiently as he emptied the basket and set things up.

"I know it's cold out here so Mom made us hot chocolate and sugar cookies." Esme, god bless her soul, she was the sweetest thing on the planet by helping his son with his little getaway for us. As we sat eating and drinking quietly, I couldn't help but think this was perfect. He put everything back in the basket after we were done eating and jumped out into the snow.

I laughed at my silly, Peter Pan-like husband. "C'mon, Bells, play with me!" I raised my eyebrows.

He threw a snowball at me that hit me in my leg.

"Not like that pervert."

I stuck my tongue out at him and made a snowball of my own. Of course I missed but we continued throwing snowballs back and forth. He started chasing me as I ran away from his attack. Sadly, he was much faster than me and he grabbed my waist. I squealed and we both fell back on to the snow. We were both panting and blushing as we lay there.

He had snowflakes thrown about his already messy mane as his green eyes sparkled at me. He tucked me into his side and we watched the clouds go by above us until we realized our clothes were soaked. We walked back to the car and he handed me another blanket, blue this time and turned on our seatwarmers as we went home.

I must've fallen asleep during the drive because the next thing I knew I was in his sinewy arms as he carried me into the bathroom. He drew us a bath and washed us both without any real sexual tension. I heard the pixie and her minions downstairs making the dinner plan we set out. Everything was either blue or hinting at a baby boy.

Edward sat behind me in our bath, gently carressing our baby and enjoying his little kicks at me. We dried off and dressed and prepared to go downstairs, knowing that everyone was already waiting for us.

"You look stunning, love", Edward said as he smooched me. He linked his arm in mine and we walked down the stairs. I was in a dark blue sundress with blue ballet flats and Edward was wearing a button up and slacks in the same color as my dress. As soon as we reached the bottom of the steps we were assaulted by our family.

"A boy..wow."

"What are you naming him?"

"He'll be the best-dressed boy in Seattle!"

"My grandson...amazing."

"He won't be a pansy like his dad when it comes to sports."

Eventually they all settled and we ate. Later on that night, Esme and Carlisle were the only ones left in the sat on the loveseat opposite us as we told them what we had named our son.

Carlisle had tears openly running down his face. He walked over and kneeled in front of us. "Thank you so much." He rubbed the spot where his grandson lay and he greeted his grandfather with a kick. Esme wrapped all three of us (well technically all four of us) into a bone crushing hug I didn't think possible from such a small woman.

"I love you all so much. Thank you Bella for this gift." I looked up into her teary eyes.

"Thank you for Edward. I don't know what I would do without him."

They left eventually and Edward and I were alone again. He wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Two more days now, love. I can't wait."

"Me neither. I can't believe we're getting married on Christmas Eve."

He turned me in his arms so I could look into his eyes. "It seems like things are only getting better, it seems like we can never catch a keep a hold of me, don't let go. If you float away, if you float away. Waiting too long for a ship to come. Don't you float away, don't float away", he sang to me.

I playfully tapped his chest. "My little lyric nerd." He laughed.

"Wizard." I yawned and then he sang again as we walked upstairs. "Let's go to bed, let's stop debating. Look at the time, we're always waiting. But we're in love and that should be just fine."

I collapsed as soon as I hit the mattress. Edward snuggled in behind me and while stroking my hair, whispered the last words I heard that night.

Don't you float away, don't you float away.

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So the lyrics are from Island by The Starting Line and it's their honeymoon song pretty much. Hope you enjoyed my longer chapter. Next one is the wedding. Now remember Alice planned this all and Edward and Bella have no clue what it is. They could be married in potato sacks or in ball gowns. *Evil laugh* So send me ideas for the wedding and I'll write them. Thanks again, Amanda.

Songs:

Romeo & Juliet- The Killers

Rock Show- Blink 182

Be My Escape- Relient K

When I'm Sixty-Four- The Beatles

She Paints Me Blue- Something Corporate