A/N: I don't own this. We all know who does. What I do own is an Edward Twilight poster. I used to have Jason Priestley posters on my wall when I was a teenager and in college. I had a Johnny Depp one, too, but Jason... oh, he was a total Edward back in the day. :)
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Saturday ended up being busy. Edward and Emmett worked the carnival all day while Rose and I worked at the ice cream shop, then hurried to the one dress store in town as soon as our shift was over. I found a cute little white lace eyelet dress with thick straps that went over my shoulders and a scalloped, knee-length hem. It was pretty and simple and perfect. And it would be very easy for Edward to get off of me in a hurry. And I was planning for him to do that. In the room I booked at Forks Lodge for Sunday night. The Honeymoon Suite wasn't available, but the Mary Kay Suite was. Hopefully Edward didn't mind pale pink everything. Luckily it came with champagne – pink champagne, of course. Rose and I bought a few bunches of flowers so that she could put together a little bouquet for me to carry and a boutonniere for Edward to wear. I didn't know if Edward had a suit or not, but I didn't care what he wore. I knew he'd look perfect no matter what.
He and Emmett ended up at my parent's house that night, helping me pack up my bedroom. There wasn't much time, especially with the wedding the next day, so I had to get it all done as fast as I could. Emmett and Rose were going to pack her room the next night since they wouldn't be locked away in a hotel room having hot and wild married sex like Edward and I would be doing.
I couldn't wait. I might have also bought something white and lacy and see-through, too. I really hoped Edward would love both my outfits for Sunday. Which brought me to another issue.
"Do you have condoms?" I asked as I rolled up my Justin Timberlake posters. I'd kissed each one before removing them from my walls, promising they'd only be rolled up in their dark tubes for a little while. I'd take them out soon, get them some air, spend some quality time with them. Edward laughed and I glared. This was Justin Fucking Timberlake! I loved him, though not as much as Edward. But still.
"Why are you asking about condoms?" Edward asked.
"Well, we need something for tomorrow night. I don't want a honeymoon baby. Do you?"
"You're not on the pill or shot or anything?"
"No. I haven't had sex since you," I told him.
"Really?" he quietly asked.
"No. I mean, I told you I did stuff, but I really never had sex. Didn't you believe me?"
He smiled. "I just figured you were telling me that to keep me from hunting down that Mike guy. You know the thing about if you ask a girl their sex partner number, you can pretty much multiply it by three and that's the real number. And if you ask a guy, you can divide it by three and that's the real number."
"So, what's your number?" I asked. I knew he said he'd always thought of me during the last four years, but that didn't mean he couldn't have still been banging other girls. And if he had been and any of them were still lurking around, I was gonna have to figure out a way to swipe my dad's pistol 'cause I needed to protect my man from psycho hotties that might think they still had a chance with him.
"My number is one. You. I couldn't ever go through with it with anyone else. I dated, I told you that, but sex just seemed wrong when it wasn't you there."
I might have swooned right there. Started melting into a puddle of gooey lust as I "awwww"ed at his words. And I probably would have jumped him if he hadn't been across the room from me.
"Can we stop talking about this?" Emmett grumbled. "You do realize Rose isn't here, right? And I'm not gonna have another chance at tapping that ass until tomorrow night, thanks to Packy-Miss-Packs-A-Lot over there."
"Oh please, you two had sex yesterday in Rose's car," I laughed as I threw a roll of socks at him. They were Hello Kitty socks. I wouldn't mind losing those, just as long as the Strawberry Shortcake ones made it to Chicago with me.
"Trust me, we've had sex a few more times since then," he said with a huge grin on his face.
"When? When have you had time?" Edward asked.
"When you want it, you find time. And I did... a lot."
Edward looked over at me. "I'll buy condoms tomorrow. Don't worry."
"Get the value pack." I smiled and winked at him. I planned to have a lot of hot, sweet, dirty, tender, sweaty, loving, amazing sex with him. We were gonna need all 36 that came in that giant box.
"Just to be safe, I'll get two boxes."
Oh, fuck yeah.
Waking up Sunday morning I had a thought in my head that I just couldn't get rid of.
Mike.
As much as I didn't want a future with him and wanted to forget about spending time with him, we'd actually had some fun together over the years. He was a good guy. Well, maybe not good, but a decent enough guy, anyway. He just wasn't the right guy for me. I knew he deserved more from me than finding out through the grapevine that I was married and Chicago-bound. I needed to tell him about Edward and break things off officially.
Mary Jane was handling most of the wedding plans for me. My parents spent the majority of Saturday in their bedroom with the door locked, and by the time they'd emerged Saturday night they were both so giggly and love-struck that I knew they'd be no help when it came to wedding details. I couldn't blame them, though, since I was most likely going to be the same way Monday morning.
"Hey, I forgot to tell you yesterday but I talked to my parents about the wedding," Edward whispered into my ear as we lay on my bed, his arms wrapped around me. We'd spent our last night as single people together in my bed. No sex happened, even though hands may have wandered under clothing. And fingers might have pushed into parts of me... Parts that were still throbbing and needy and crying out for something bigger and thicker and smoother. Something that had been there once before and needed to be there again, soon.
I smiled as I lay with my head against his chest, tucked under his chin, and his nose pressed into my hair. "Oh yeah? What'd they say?"
"Well, they don't have enough frequent flyer miles or points on their credit card to afford two last minutes tickets to Seattle, but my dad talked to his boss who has a private plane. Well, the company does. Anyway, I guess they have something going on next week in Oregon and they were gonna be flying out today and after my dad told him about the wedding and how I'd been looking for you for four years, he offered to fly my parents to Port Angeles on his way to Portland. I booked them a hotel room for the next couple of nights. They're gonna stay until Tuesday, I think, and then they'll fly back with my dad's boss."
"Really?" I asked. I was happy for Edward, because I knew he wanted them there for the wedding, and I was excited to meet them. I only hoped his mother wasn't bringing any Avon products with her. Who knew what would happen to her if they searched her bags at the airport in Port Angeles.
"Yeah. And Emmett and I are only working half shifts today. We cashed in on some favors. Who says late night poker games never pay off?"
"I can't wait to marry you," I told him, shifting in his arms and looking up at him. "You're so fuckin' pretty. Can we make babies tonight?"
Edward laughed. "No, not yet. What about not wanting a honeymoon baby?" My bottom lip jetted out in a pout, and he quickly ducked his head down to kiss it away. "Soon, though, I promise. I think we'll be ready for a few pairs of little feet running around us very soon."
He kissed me again, deep and strong, morning breath and all. I didn't care. I mean, I knew after a few months I'd get tired of morning breath kisses and be grossed out and all, but for the moment I just wanted his lips on some part of my body. The way he kissed me was so good. I'd never get tired of it.
"Oh, I have to talk to Mike today while you're at work," I told him once we pulled away from each other.
"What? Why?"
"Well, I never did actually break up with him. I just don't want there to be any bad feelings between us, or worse than there already will be. Even though I'm leaving, my parents aren't and I don't wanna cause trouble, you know?" I explained. I looked up into his worried eyes.
"Don't leave me, okay? Don't change your mind about us. I couldn't take it if you did. I'd fight, Bella. Hard."
"Really? You'd fight for me?"
"Damn it, Bella. Yes. And I wouldn't fight fair, either. If I have to play dirty to win you, I will," he said, his eyes sparkling with some emotion that looked like jealousy or possessiveness or need. I liked it. He was so hot like that.
"Don't worry. I'm yours, cowboy. I'm riding off into the sunset with you."
"Damn straight you are," he said with a smile and a twangy Texan accent, then smacked my ass and told me to get out of bed 'cause we had us some hitchin' to do.
Note to self – buy Edward a cowboy hat. And some chaps. Oh yeah... and maybe a whip.
As I drove Edward toward the carnival, I was a little surprised to see Mike's car parked on the side of the road a few streets over from my house. I'd seen it a couple nights before, but then it was gone the next day. I slowed down to look closer at it, to make sure it was his. As I did, I saw from the corner of my eye a door open up and two people step out. My foot slammed on the brakes, nearly sending Edward's head into the windshield. I needed to be more careful. I didn't want him all bloodied and bruised for our wedding pictures. I was gonna show those to my grandkids someday, when they didn't believe what a looker their grandpa had been.
Tanya, the town skank, stood in the doorway wrapped in nothing but a cream colored, very short, very sheer robe, with nothing but boobies and a hoo-haw underneath. I knew that because I could see them through the fabric clear from my truck. Her hair was a mess and she was clinging to a man, kissing him with all her might as she wrapped a leg around his waist and gave any fortunate – or maybe unfortunate – neighbors a show featuring all her lady bits.
"Whoa," Edward whispered once he saw what I was seeing.
The man pulled away and turned around, adjusting himself as she grabbed at his ass when he started to walk away.
"No fucking way," I said quietly, then put the truck into park before opening my door and climbing out.
"Bella, where are you going? We're parked in the middle of the street. Bella," Edward called, but I was a woman on a mission. Nothing was gonna stop me now. Focused on my target, I walked fast and forcefully until I reached him. My fist slammed into his jaw and sent him flying backward.
"Michael Newton!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?" I shook my hand 'cause it hurt like a motherfucker. At least it wasn't my ring-wearing hand. Shit! We still needed wedding rings. Eh, I'd have to think about that later, after I'd taken care of my cheating-ex-boyfriend.
His eyes were huge, so clearly he was surprised to see me. "Ugh, well, um..."
"Mikey! Oh, baby!" Tanya yelled as she hurried down her sidewalk in her little robe and white feathery kitten heels.
"Did you fuck her?" I yelled at him as he sat on his ass rubbing his jaw.
"Bella?" Edward yelled from behind me.
"Mikey!" Tanya yelled as she knelt down next to him and pulled his face against her tits.
"Well?" I asked.
Mike looked up at me. "Yeah, okay? Fuck, Bella. You weren't givin' it up. I had to get it from somewhere. And Tanya's good. So yeah, I've been fuckin' her for a long time. Where do you think I learned all that stuff to do to your pussy with my tongue?"
"You did what with your tongue?" Edward seethed from behind me, stalking toward Mike.
"Oh, shit! Nothing!" I said, trying to hold him back, but it was useless.
"Who the hell are you?" Mike asked as he stood up and tried to save a little face in front of his hoochie-mama girlfriend. And I didn't mean me, his very recently ex-girlfriend. I might have been a bit of a hoochie sometimes, but I was no where near a full blown hoochie-mama like Tanya was.
"I'm Bella's fiance. I'll be her husband by the end of the day."
"Bullshit!" Mike yelled. He was several inches shorter than Edward, and at least 30 or 40 pounds lighter, but he wasn't backing down. He probably should have, and maybe I would have suggested it except that I noticed Tanya licking her lips and watching my man. My Edward. Her hand moved to her chest, opening her robe a little bit to expose her cleavage. Not that she needed to. All her goods were already on display.
"No, it's true. Edward and me are getting married. Today. He's the one, the one I've been waiting for. The reason I couldn't and wouldn't put out for you," I told Mike. "I met him four years ago and I've never been able to forget him. And now he's back and we're getting' married and leavin' town. We're getting' out of here."
"You little slut," Mike said as he looked at me. "You fucked this guy but you wouldn't fuck me? I don't know why I wasted so much time on-"
Edward's fist connected with Mike's jaw, and then his nose, and then his stomach. It actually slammed into his stomach a few times. Eventually Mike doubled over in pain and fell back onto the ground.
"Oh, you're so strong," Tanya cooed as she approached Edward.
"Back off, hussy," he said before turning toward me and taking hold of my hand. "You don't talk to my wife that way, you hear me? You don't deserve someone like Bella," he yelled down at Mike. "Have fun with your little harlot here! You asshole!"
Edward pulled me back toward the truck, but I turned around once more to face Mike and Tanya.
"I never loved you. I never wanted you. It was always him. Always. And tell your mom I hope her next Mary Kay shipment has tainted, mildewed lipstick in it!"
Edward helped me into the driver's side door, then slid in next to me and drove us away. When we reached the carnival, we sat in the parked truck for a few minutes. I could tell he wanted to say something to me, and I really hoped it wasn't that he'd changed his mind. As if things hadn't been crazy enough already, Mike and Tanya had really pushed things farther than I'd ever thought they could go. Edward turned to face me, reaching his hand up to my cheek as his thumb wiped away the tear that was spilling from my eye.
"I love you, Bella. Always. In a few hours I'm gonna show you how much."
He kissed me, soft and sweet, with a little tongue. A tasteful amount of tongue. Church tongue, really. You know, the kind Adam Sandler gave Drew Barrymore in that "Wedding Singer" movie.
"I'll see you at the altar," he whispered before placing another kiss on my lips and then climbing out of my truck.
I loved him. Hard.
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A/N: If you like visuals as much as I do, pictures of the dress and lacy thing are on Facebook. The dress is in my photos (I'll add it to the FB Page, too) and the lacy thing is in the group. It's a little... risque. :D Pretty, but you know, it has a purpose and it works for that. I'm sure Edward's gonna love it. :D