Alright, sorry it took me so long to update! I know I promised, but I was feeling under the weather, so please hold back all tomatoes.

I tried rewriting this chapter, but I'm fairly certain that the letter M, for me, is cursed. So I'm just going to go with the first chapter I've written. Please be nice if it's bad.

And I own nothing.

Chapter Fourteen – M is for Meadow

My feet were technically on the flat ground, but it had yet to dawn on me that I was back to earth. My head was spinning from the running, and the sweetness of his breath against my neck did nothing to help that fact.

He had promised to make it up to me for being gone all day yesterday. When the weatherman forecasted clear skies, there was only one place I longed to go to. And as always, he looked willing.

When we reached the clearing, sunlight filtered through slowly illuminating our special place. In the center a small picnic basket sat on a blanket. I eyed him—once again, he was putting himself through torture, for my sake.

He watched me gawk at the basket, and grinned. "I promise it's only for you." His sneaking hands found their way to my side. "Every time I eat, you seem to be in more pain than I am."

I grinned as my tired legs finally collapsed onto the fleece sheet. "You planned this." There was more shock in my voice than I had anticipated.

"I had a bit of help." He smirked, and my mind immediately went to Alice. "Didn't you find it a bit odd it took me longer than usual to come to your house?"

His question was rhetorical, so I found no necessity in answering it. Instead, I fought to make myself comfortable—an easy fight to win. The back of my head found a cozy nook under his chin. We were a tangled knot of limbs, sprawled on a red-checkered blanket. He handed me a sandwich, and I unwrapped it from its cellophane prison.

"Thank goodness it isn't raining." He sighed—small talk was never his forte. "So how are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay." That was a lie—I was better than okay.

"I'm terribly sorry that..."

"Would you stop apologizing?" I exclaimed—my hands had been thrown into the air in exasperation. He frowned. "Yes, I missed you yesterday. But you're here now, and that's all that matters."

He kissed the top of my head, and I resumed chewing slowly. His hand casually brushed my thigh. I had to bite down hard on the sandwich to keep from crying out in ecstasy.

"I'm still eating, you know." I spoke with a full mouth—Renee would be disappointed.

His hands flew up in the air, removing them from my vicinity. Then he smiled angelically, waiting while I ate. I swallowed the sandwich as fast as humanly possible, and crept even closer towards his lips.

His tone was incredulous. "That was fast."

I grinned back at him. "I had a good reason to be fast."

Gripping the back of his head, I pressed our lips together. Today they were acquiescent as he cupped my face with both hands. He only broke away reluctantly when my heart nearly burst.

"Would you be terribly upset if I tell you I have a present for you?" I subtly rolled my eyes and he noticed. "I'll take that as a yes. But I spent no money on it, so..." He grinned, having found his loophole. Presents were all right, as long as they didn't require much money or were hand-me-downs. It still angered me that he had such a ridiculous excuse.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a long and narrow blue box. I opened it nervously, and found a delicate silver necklace. I removed it from the box, and examined it more carefully. A frail silver heart sparkled in the sunlight, with a small topaz stone in the center of it. On the back, the letters BE were engraved in careful letters.

I sat in awe. It couldn't be... And the longer I thought, the more I realized it was.

"How did you..." I stammered, and one cool finger on my lips silenced me.

"I remembered you telling me about it at lunch one day. How for your tenth birthday, Charlie had bought you a beautiful silver locket. He said the back initials were so that you would always remember to be yourself. Although I suppose now the initials could stand for Bella and Edward." His teeth shone with his content smile. "I also remembered that you lost it a few years ago when you were between Forks and Phoenix. How you cried for days because it was the most thoughtful gift you had ever gotten."

My eyes were now filled to the brim with saltwater tears.

"That still..." I sniffled, my voice cracking. "Doesn't explain how..."

"A good fiancé never reveals his tricks." He smiled a most devious smile. With the necklace now in his sinewy fingers, he murmured, "Shall I put it on?"

I nodded. His fingers brushed like a cold breeze along the back of my neck as he pushed my hair out of the way. He worked quickly to get the clasp done. When his fingers were no long along my neck, I tugged on it gently to make sure it was fastened. And it was. Edward grinned crookedly, and a huge lump caught in my throat.

"This is only going to get worse, isn't it?" I asked, suddenly pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What's that?"

"You! Giving me presents. It's only getting worse now that we're getting married, right?"

He nodded silently. I groaned.

"Can't we go...just one day without you being absolutely flawless?" My eyes scurried around the surroundings. The sun was started to drift behind the clouds, and the yellow glow was fading fast. "Will you at least try?"

"To be less perfect, as you claim me to be?" He scoffed bitterly. "I'll try my hardest."

I knew how sarcastic he was being. But since I was in his arms, I really couldn't care what came out of his perfectly-shaped mouth.

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