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To say I was on edge when I dropped Bella off at her father's house is an understatement.

Yes, I was a little tense. And yes, I shouldn't have taken it out on her by not saying a single thing to her in the car, but it's not my fault! It was damn Jasper's fault for gloating about his wedding and how he couldn't have felt more alive than he did now with Alice.

Lucky. Bastard.

I wouldn't have even been in this bad of a mood if I didn't start that stupid conversation with him before we opened gifts.

"Hey, Jasper," I whispered so none of the girls would hear. "Come talk with me in the kitchen."

He nodded his head, kissed Alice on the cheek, and excused himself away from everyone before following me into the kitchen. I watched as he filled up his class with some more wine of some sort and fiddled with my shirt hem.

"Dude, what's up?" Jasper's voice made me jump, causing him to spit out some of his wine that he just sipped. Unfortunately, I was the unsuspecting target of it.

"Thanks," I grumbled out as I grabbed a paper towel from the roll.

Jasper chuckled. "Seriously, though. What's the matter? I haven't seen you this uptight since you found out Bella was back in Washington."

I sighed. Did I really want to have this conversation with Jasper?

"How did you know Alice was the one for you?" I asked.

Apparently I do.

Jasper shrugged and smiled the only smile I knew was for Alice and Alice only. "I don't know, man. It just felt right to ask her. So when I took her out that night, I pulled out that ring box and nearly busted an ear drum from how loud she squealed. She was saying yes before I could even ask her."

"Sounds like Alice," I said with a chuckle.

"But when I slid that ring onto her tiny finger, I felt like the only man on this planet that could call her my own." He smiled and took another sip of his wine. "No one can touch her or break us apart. I'm sure of it."

Jealousy was rising up in my stomach. Just by the way he said those things about Alice made me want to scream because I couldn't have them with Bella. At least, not yet, I hope.

"Why do you ask, Edward?" Jasper smirked and hitched up an eyebrow.

Time to admit your fear, man. It's only Jasper, what's the worst that could happen?

"I want to propose to Bella."

I swear I heard the wine goblet drop from his hand before it crashed on the tiled floor. When I looked up to his face, it was pure white and his blue eyes were wide.

"Jasper? What was that, babe?" Alice's voice called from the living room.

He shook his head, but then remembered she couldn't see him. Or maybe the head shake was for me. Who knows?

"Nothing, love. Just dropped something," he replied.

"Oh, okay."

Leave it to Alice to not care about a glass goblet being smashed on the floor that would probably cost me some serious bucks to pay back my mother for. Oh, yeah. She's reliable.

Jasper turned his attention back on me and whispered, "Are you sure?"

"More than sure," I said with an eye roll. "She's everything I've always wanted to be. Carefree, spontaneous. If I can't have her, then I might as well die because life isn't the same without her."

He rubbed a hand over his face and then gave his cheek a light slap. I smirked and rose up my wine goblet to him before finishing it off. I placed it gently in the sink before running both of my hands through my hair with a slight pull.

"Be honest," I said with my hands still wrapped around my bronze strands. "Is it too soon?"

Jasper shrugged. "Nah, bro. If you think it's the right time, then it is. Don't let people force you into thinking that it isn't."

I nodded in reply and let him walk out of the kitchen. I stood there for a few minutes just rubbing the back of my neck and thinking it all over. With every passing minute I grew upset. I didn't know if it was the right time, and I didn't know when I would know it was the right time. Things like that just pushed me over the edge and made me go crazy just thinking about them.

Saving me from punching myself in the face, Bella peeked into the kitchen with a soft smile.

"Hey," was a she said. And it couldn't have been more beautiful.

I smiled the smile I knew she loved – the sexy, crooked smile that made her faint – and waved. Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink and she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Esme said it's tradition time, so get your butt in here." Bella smiled and used her finger to persuade me closer to her. It worked almost magically; like her finger had a string that was attached to me and it pulled me closer and closer with ever move it made.

"Yes, ma'am," I said softly when I was as close as I could get to her.

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"W-what?" Bella whispered out as I pushed strands of her luscious hair out of her eyes.

It was just mere minutes after I had rambled on and asked her to marry me without even having any second thoughts about it, and this was the answer I get. Not to say I didn't expect this, but, still, a little squeal of excitement might have made this situation a little easier on me.

And maybe if we weren't sitting on her bed with her father downstairs.

Ah, hell. This whole thing could have gone so differently.

I took in a deep breath to steady myself. Maybe I was crazy, and maybe I was the only one who thought this was right, but I didn't care. I knew that this was the moment, and that if I had waited any longer I wouldn't have gotten my chance.

"I want you as my wife, Bella," I said without looking away from her brown eyes. "I don't care how long I have to wait until you decide that the wedding should be set, or whatever. But I just need the reassurance. And by you saying yes will make me feel a million times better than I do right now."

Her small lips fell apart, making a little 'o' as we sat there and just stared each other down. I waited for something other than that cute expression, but it seemed like ages before I got it.

"You'll wait for me?" Bella asked.

"Yes."

"Even if I think the wedding shouldn't be until after we've graduated?"

I hesitated and she smiled, biting her lip in the process.

"Maybe not that long," I finally replied. "I might go mad before then."

She giggled and pushed the hair that fell into her face away. I smiled tenderly at her and watched as she crinkled her nose as she thought about it all. That's all I could have done then.

"But you would still wait for me?"

I nodded and kissed the tip of her nose. Silly girl, I'll always wait for you.

"Yes, Bella. I promise you."

I kissed all the way down to her collar bone and rested my head on her shoulder. I remained still; just listening to the sound of her heart beat and her soft breaths. Her hand went to my hair as she began to play with it; twirling the strands with her fingers.

And then she did the unthinkable.

"Yes, Edward," she said into my hair. "I'll marry you."

I sat up with bright, wide eyes and placed my hands on her shoulders. It took her a moment before her eyes found mine, but when they did, I was blown away. I could visibly see the love she felt for me in her deep brown pools. And it made everything clear for me.

Without even realizing it, I kissed her with vengeance. Bella's hands were in my hair as I moved us so she was lying down and I was hovering over her. I made sure none of my weight was crushing her, but one of her tiny hands slid down to the front of my shirt and tugged so I was even closer to her. I smirked into the kiss and ran a hand down the length of her right arm.

"You have no idea what you do to me," I said in between kisses. Bella giggled and squealed when I started to tickle the sides of her stomach.

"I think I do," she replied before pulling my lips back onto hers.

"Whatever."

"Shut up and just kiss me, damn it."

"Yes, love."

I ended up staying the night with her, but left five minutes before Charlie barged into her room and said good morning. I entered my old home with a smile and kissed my mother on the cheek before asking her where my grandmother's ring was.

"Edward…" she said as a sigh. "Are you sure?"

"So sure that I think it's unreal," I replied.

She smiled and I noticed that her eyes were filling with tears.

"Ma, don't cry."

She began to fan her face and shrugged. "I can't help it! My baby boy's getting married!"

I was enveloped in her arms and my father chosen that moment to walk in. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at me in questioning. I shrugged and was released from her hold.

"Edward's proposing to Bella!" my mother said to him. She wiped away tears and fled from the room, only to arrive back with a velvet box. I took it from her and lifted the lid.

The ring was one medium sized diamond placed on a gold band. It had an intricate design of vines and roses on the sides that came together as it wrapped around the diamond. My grandmother said to give it to the girl I knew I would spend the rest of my life with, and I promised her I would.

"When are you going to ask her, son?" Carlisle asked.

I closed the box and put in my jean's pocket. I wasn't going to tell them that Bella had already said yes, but I could see in their eyes that they already knew.

"Tonight," I said with a smile. "During dinner."

To say this story is coming to an end isn't too far off. There's still a semester left of college for them, and then Alice and Jasper's wedding, and then Bella and Edward's, maybe even Rose and Em's. But I will not leave you all thinking that it will be smooth sailing from here on out. Because it won't. c:

Evil plots. They're lovely.

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