A/N: Sorry about the delay. I have been really into my other fic, down to the depths and have had the worst writer's block. But hey here it is another mindless chapter of Edward Bella loving.
Chapter Eleven
His pale face split into a stunning grin and let out a low shaky breath of relief. "Really?" He asked me.
In a swift movement I was sure he couldn't see, I tackled him knocking over backwards. He looked shocked; the ring box still in his hand, me lying on top of him.
"Yes," I whispered, kissing his lips with a fierce passion. My lips traveled down his jaw trailing along the nape of his neck.
"I love you Isabella Swa---Cullen," He corrected himself, smiling brightly.
"I like the sound of that," I murmured, still kissing him.
"Me too."
"I love you too, Edward."
He took the topaz ring from the box, slipping it on my finger. It was a perfect fit. I tilted my head slightly to the left, admiring its profound beauty.
"Do you like it," he whispered in my ear, sitting up quickly, me still laying on him.
"It's amazing, I love it. I'm never taking it off."
He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around me. "That would be the point of an engagement ring."
"It's beautiful...you're beautiful." I looked down at him, a mischievous glint in my golden eyes.
"Bella...?" But he never finished what he was going to say, my lips crashed down on his, succumbing us both to paradise.
EPOV
We stumbled into my...our home around two AM, each wearing silly little grins on our faces. Our family and Gabriel, Arielle and Jamie were waiting for us in the living room. They waited for us to say something---anything---about what happened last evening. "So..."Rosalie prompted, tapping her foot in an irritated fashion.
"So what," I replied, sitting down on the couch taking Bella with me. She giggled, re-adjusting a strap on her dress.
"Edward!" Alice scolded, her tiny face setting into an evil frown. "Tell.Us!"
"Well..."Bella trailed off, keeping them in suspense. "We're going to get married." She said in nonchalantly but I could practically hear the grin in her tone.
Alice shrieked, running over and launching herself at the both of us. "Finally, now Rose and I can plan your wedding---ooh Bella you can wear this perfect white---!"
"Alice!" Bella screamed, drowning her eager suggestions. "Hold on, we don't even have a date picked out."
I grinned. "How about September 30th?" I proposed. Bella turned to me a small frown on her face.
"How long have you been thinking about this? She accused, though I could see a small grin creeping onto her face.
"A very long time."
"September's perfect!" Alice chirped, hugging us both again before returning to Jasper, who looked lost without her.
"Congratulations are in order," Gabriel said taking over Alice's vacant spot. He hugged Bella and shook my hand, looking me straight in the eye. "Now, if you ever leave her or hurt her in any way, Jamie and I will cheerfully torture you to death." He meant every word.
"I won't leave her side, I think I'll hand cuff her to me," I joked. He cracked a thin smiled, and moved away.
"I however won't hurt eizer of you," Arielle giggled. She took us both with a surprising strength and gave us the biggest hug you could have imagined. "Welcome to ze family, Edward."
The rest of my family, shook our hands hugged us, telling their congratulations. Emmett saying he can't wait to throw cake in my face at the wedding. Bella threatened him, saying if he did she'd make sure him and Rosalie wouldn't be 'occupied' for a very long time.
Rosalie agreed to her terms.
Jamie was the last to come up to us, his eyes darker than usual. I stared into them, confused. In fact I had never seen Jamie's eyes a golden color, just black...the flat coal black.
"I don't think I need to threaten either of you," He gave me a pointed look that was a hint menacing. "Yet." Bella kissed him on the forehead. "But I expect to be invited to the wedding with style," he joked, giving Bella an 'I told you so' glance.
"Of course," Bella and chorused. I had really started to enjoy Jamie's company; he was a many-leveled person.
Alice strode over at that moment, Rosalie and Arielle right behind her. They all had equal looks of trouble written all over their faces. "Alice..." I growled.
"Don't worry Edward, we'll give her right back," Rosalie promised, evil glinting in her golden orbs.
"I don't want to go anywhere---," Bella protested, as Alice grabbed her hand and started leading her up the stairs.
"It will only take an hour," Alice said. My stomach tightened.
"An HOUR! Alice let me go." Rosalie picked her up, dragging her up the stairs kicking and screaming things like 'your not invited to the wedding any more.' They merely laughed, running her up stairs
BPOV
I spent the next few months of my life planning and plotting my dear wedding. Edward, my husband to be, didn't want any part of it. He thought it would e fun for me. Of course Alice told me the reason why was because he didn't want to ruin anything and that his input would only cause harm to anything that would make me happy.
After that I didn't really protest.
"Bella what do you think?" Alice said holding up a picture of a white rose and another of a red rose. I sighed, getting tired of this whole wedding planning thing.
"Red," I answered casually.
"Bella put more enthusiasm into your answers or Alice and I will just have to show Edward that picture of you," Rosalie threatened. I straightened up immediately, looking desperately for Arielle's help. Again she wasn't there.
As many times as I had been threatened by Rosalie and Alice, Arielle had gone "missing" for many on hours on length. Esme had taken to scolding her for being out so late as a motherly figure would. My dear French sister didn't seem to mind.
Once she had secretly confided that having Esme there was just like having her real mother back. A mother she could barely remember.
"Where is Arielle?" I complained, glaring at Rosalie who was eyeing my hair, whilst she was holding a pair of menacing silver scissors in her hands.
"Out," Alice informed me, a sly grin creeping onto her features. I didn't press it. Alice couldn't hold secrets for very long.
"Fine."
"Ok, now Bella I think that Alice and I have your dress drawn up." I didn't argue, I knew this was inevitable. Rosalie had taken to becoming my personal fashion designer for the wedding. "I had Alice draw this for me."
She presented me with a sketchpad that Alice almost always had on her. I gasped in shock, and amazement at the beautiful thing Alice had drawn.
It was a plain white dress, but elegant all the same. Oddly old-fashioned with a very thin waist and a long flowing train. There was lace edging the trim, but it wasn't a tacky type of garment but a beautiful golden styled pattern of roses.
"It's amazing," I whispered, staring at the drawing made me absolutely breathless.
"I know," Rosalie agreed haughtily. Alice snorted, rolling her eyes at our tenacious sister.
"How are you making it?"
"We already have," Alice said brightly, her golden eyes gleaming with sly determination.
"Let me see," I demanded, for once the excitement of planning the wedding overwhelming me.
"All in good time dear," Rosalie promised. "It still needs some adjustments."
"Fine but make the quick," I snapped, eager to see my dress. They both suppressed grins, and began to quickly stash away the wedding plans. I took it as a clear sign that my angel was home.
I jumped up, a grin spreading across my face. "I think we should leave," Rosalie murmured to Alice, who merely grinned in response.
Alice and Rosalie passed Edward on the way out of our room, giggling slightly as they passed. He frowned, as he tried to read their concealed thoughts. Several months of Alice and Rosalie planning were doing wonders to their thought blocking skills.
"Hello," he whispered in a seductive tone. I shivered, stumbling my away across the room the meet him.
"Hi."
"And exactly what did my sisters subject you to today?" He asked, playfully trailing kissed along my neck.
"Just went over some final details for the wedding. Nothing major."
He nodded, pushing me backwards so that were nearing his newly accustomed bed. I managed to trip over the rug that was now lying on the floor, falling backwards onto the comfortable mattress with a "oomph"
Edward grinned. "This just makes it all the more easier," he chuckled, bending down to kiss my lips tenderly.
"No." I moaned. He immediately stopped kissing me, pulling away abruptly. "Why have you stopped?" I demanded furiously, pulling the collar of his shirt towards me.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked hesitantly.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I just said that to annoy you." I answered in all honest truth. "You deserve some annoyance sometimes. For being perfect and all."
He grinned impishly, slowly leaning down to meet my lips. I waited for him to kiss me, but he wouldn't. I scowled, staring into those deep gold eyes, my dead heart warming.
"What are you waiting for?" I groaned after a few minutes of his not kissing me regime.
He leaned down closer, his lips nearly touching mine, but he didn't come any closer. Taking the reign in my hands, I moved pressing my lips to his. He complied, grinning madly against my lips. And then he pulled away.
I whimpered in protest, wanting more to just be near him. His smile broadened, and he went back to kissing me.
"Pardon me for interrupting what could possibly be something...that I really don't want to see, but Esme would like everyone down stairs." Edward growled, glaring at a now backing away Gabriel. "We'll be down in a minute," I promised, glowering at my brother. He smiled grimly, saluting me like I was a military captain.
"I swear," I heard Gab mumble as he was heading back downstairs. "If this family were human they'd all have at least ten children."
I snorted, the giggles threatening to overtake me. Edward merely frowned.
"I could see Emmett and Rosalie with at least ten children," Edward sighed. I wasn't far from disagreeing with him. "Alice and Jasper with at least three. Esme and Carlisle possibly six of seven maybe."
"And us?" I asked hesitantly. It was never a possibility, and I had come to terms with that, never really wanting children much any ways. If they couldn't be Edward's then it was pathetic for me to want them at all.
"Maybe two or three. I do like big families but they're too crazy sometimes. Three, that's a good number." I laughed, kissing him on the cheek.
"Three," I agreed. "I like it, it's a good number."
He kissed me, another grin this time more mischievous than the other was settled on his lips. "How much time do you suppose we have left before Esme come sin here and yanks us out," he whispered.
The answer came almost immediately from a floor below. "EDWARD," Esme growled. He grinned sheepishly, nodding.
"Later," I laughed.
"I'll hold you to that," he said, helping me off the bed and onto my two clumsy legs.
Esme was waiting for us downstairs, her lips in a tight line that I had never seen there before. She was tapping her foot furiously, and Gabriel was eyeing her with a look of pure horror on his face. At least he knew what was going on, I thought, melodramatically. "Sorry, mom," Edward apologized, taking a seat on the couch next to Alice. I sidled into his lap, trying and failing to break into Esme's thoughts. She grinned at us, and then sat down on the opposite couch. "Well I was thinking that before the wedding we should all try and salvage what is left of the Grey's home."
"I don't want to go back there," Jamie protested, griping the couch in sheer terror.
"Tsk tsk," I said rolling my eyes. He shot me a malevolent glare, only as a brother would do. I grinned, giggling slightly.
"I was thinking we could completely remodel the home for several reasons," Esme cut in, shooting Jamie a quieting glance.
"And those several reasons would be?" Emmett asked, looking back and forth between Carlisle and her hoping to find an explanation.
"Well it would be a nice chance for us to fix up the home. It always was a very beautiful place, and besides I need something to do while Carlisle's is at work and all of you should be going off to college."
Which of course none of us were going to do. I had already gone once, and the rest, including Jamie and Arielle had gone several times before me. And I was not going to spend my first married months sitting in a boring classroom.
"Fine," Gabriel agreed. "But rest assure that once the house is done it's yours not ours, we don't want to deal with the memories in that place."
"Well when I'm finished it won't even looks the same. I'm thinking of only using the structure as a base, that's about It."
"When would you like to start on is project," Arielle asked casually. I glanced over at her, trying to muster up my annoyance with her as much as I could. I stopped myself however when I found her seated extremely close to Gabriel. Too close...
"Today."
"I suppose," Jamie said sullenly. "If we must." Esme beamed.
"Well then I assume we should be getting on the road," Alice chirped, obviously seeing what Esme was doing with the place in the future. I however was oblivious to that fact. "Yes, we shall," I said a bit grumpily. Edward sighed, resting his chin on the top of my head.
"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear as we followed his family out towards the cars. "I promise that whatever there planning, it will erase any remnant of what happened.
Somehow I highly doubted that he could erase all bad memories from that place. But it was a comforting thought that he was going to try. And that was all I asked.
We sidled in Edward's Volvo, Gabriel and Jamie following closely taking their usual seats in back. Arielle was deciding to ride with Alice and Jasper today, rather than us. It really didn't disturb me that she was spending so much time with Alice and Rosalie especially. At least I wouldn't be constantly hounded about why I was not wearing a pair of designer shoes.
"I'm not liking this," Gabriel mumbled from the back seat.
"Neither am I," Jamie agreed. Edward turned on the path leading towards our old home. The ferns still grew along the dirt road, as well did the small paths of wildflowers, but as soon as the beauty had started it stopped.
Along the path wooden splinters. It really wasn't any bodies fault, well maybe Edward's, that our house was broken into shambles. He certainly did help cause it, but no one blamed him. Especially not me.
I glanced over at him, his brow was furrowed and he seemed almost as nervous as I was, with the exception of anger in his features. I knew he did not want to be back here either. It was one of the places where Josh and I had been friendly. "Let's go," I murmured, UN buckling my seat belt and actually getting out of the car before he did. I saw him give resolute nod before withdrawing himself from his car.
His hand clasped around mine, as we started up the road towards the remaining shards that once laid my home.
A/N: You all are allowed to hate me, because I took forever to Update. I'm so sorry about that, I got really really really really really really stuck. So my dear BETA told me to get my self in gear and eventually I did. She should be proud of me!
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