Chapter 11 I'm losing my mind

A/n: This one will be a short, sweet little chapter to get us to the end...don't fret, it's not the END, END (Jamie – there is ANOTHER installment coming soon)!

There is a small shoutout to Pennyward in this chapter. I am in no way attempting to copy, steal or imply that he is mine. I loved him dearly and when you read the shout out, you'll laugh your ass off. No offense intended to TroubleFollows Edward. She is amazing and I utterly adore her writing and characters. (And, I have her permission to use it!)

Enjoy.

The morning of the proposal

BPOV

Something feels off about today.

Maybe it's because I woke up, alone. No morning wood, no Mr. Happy poking my ass or running through my pussy...but also, no Edward holding me tight.

There's a note. There's a single sheet of paper on the nightstand beside the alarm clock.

Dearest Bella,

I'm sorry I had to leave you unattended this morning. Mr. Happy is not pleased either. I had an urgent matter to take care of early this morning.

I've left some things for our date tonight with Alice. Please, please just follow the instructions.

You won't regret it.

All of my love, for eternity,

Edward

What.

The.

Fuck?

I got up, took a shower and got dressed with this funny feeling that something big is going to happen today.

I walked into the office and everyone I passed smiled at me. But it wasn't a normal 'hi, how are you?' smile, it was the 'I know something you don't know' smile.

I quicken my steps, ready to seek the sanity of my own enclosed office walls.

Alice jumps out in front of me, about gave me a heart attack. "What the hell, Alice?" I screeched.

She bounced and giggled, "Come on, I have a lot to do to get you ready." Her eyes were lit up as she grabbed my hand and yanked me down the hall to her office.

"Ready for what, Alice?" I was about to panic. I know when she gets like this, it usually means something drastic is about to done to my hair, my face or my body.

"You'll see." She looked over her shoulder and exclaimed.

EPOV

Fuck. I'm pissed off.

Why the fuck can't I speed up time?

I pace my office, tug on my hair, cursing under my breath.

I had to leave the comfort of my bed this morning, missing out on that delicious body of Bella's.

Mr. Happy registered a full on complaint.

He's throbbing. He's hard. He's leaking all over my fucking suit.

Palming him does no good. He doesn't want my palm. He only wants Lucy Diamond.

Fuck.

I glance at the clock, it's only ten-thirty. Only six and half more hours to go.

I check my desk drawer one more time. There it sits. Her ring.

I glance at the suit hanging on the bathroom door. It's the same one I wore the day I first fucked her.

That electric hum starts thrumming through me as I recall lifting her skirt and seeing that glistening pussy for the first time.

I recall the way it felt instantly like home the first time my dick slid inside her constricting walls of heat.

My mouth is watering to the memory of tasting her pussy for the first time.

Christ.

Then, I glance over at the covered chair sitting in the corner. We've been wanting that chair forever. It's been on backorder. Some Penny guy placed a large order of them, so the warehouse had been out. But it finally fucking arrived yesterday. I had been panicked it wouldn't get here in time.

I just wanted everything to go off without a hitch tonight.

I know Bella loves me, I have no doubt she'll say yes, but damn, if I don't want this moment to be perfect for her.

Damn, can't time go any faster?