Still don't own it
21
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Bella finds me standing at the grill a little while later.
Any sign of her emotional moment with my mother is long gone.
She smiles and wraps her arms around me, looking down at the food.
"I want that burger," she says, pointing to the biggest patty.
"It's yours. If you give me my surprise right now."
Bella looks around, flicking her lip ring back and forth in thought before sliding between me and the grill.
"Promise you won't freak out."
"I promise."
"Promise you won't attack me in front of your family."
"What the hell?"
She quirks an eyebrow, waiting.
"Fine, I promise."
Bella starts unbuttoning her shirt, and I move to stop her.
"If you flash me, I'm going to attack you in front of my family."
She laughs and shakes her head.
I let her continue.
She's wearing one of my wife beaters underneath the flannel—the same flannel shirt she was wearing the night we met.
She uses one finger to pull the collar of the shirt down, revealing my surprise.
"Fuck," I choke out.
"You remember the other night when I asked you to sign your name on that piece of paper?"
I nod. I remember because it was a sheet of college-ruled paper, and she drew little hearts and Isabella Cullen all over it. She thought she was being cute. I thought she wanted to screw. So I signed my name and threw the notebook across the room before getting her naked.
"So. I had ulterior motives behind that. Are you mad?"
I can't help myself. I grab her tit.
Right above her heart, in deep ebony, is my signature. Just like my brand, it's outlined with the same blue.
"Damn, sweetness."
"You like it?"
"Like it? Fuck." I take a deep breath. "Let's get married."
Bella drops her hands, hiding my surprise, and her mouth is hanging open.
Simultaneously, there's a wet thud, and we turn to find my mom standing over a destroyed watermelon sculpture with her hands over her mouth.
"Edward?" Bella whispers.
We just kind of stare at each other, having a silent conversation.
Her: did you really just say that?
Me: fuck, yeah, I did. Don't freak out.
Her: holy fucking shit.
Me: answer me now.
Mom finds her bearings, steps over the watermelon mush, and sidles up next to us with an expectant look aimed straight at Bella.
She closes Bella's open mouth.
"So, are you going to answer him?"
"I-I ..." Bella gives me a confused look, her face is white, and there are beads of sweat on her forehead.
"I love you. We're fucking perfect for each other. Why should we wait years to do something we can do right now?"
"Right now?" She gulps.
"Well, not right now. But we could go to Vegas and do it. We could be there by morning."
Everyone is gathered around us, expectant looks on their faces.
"We're at an anniversary party for two people who got married sooner than people deemed necessary, and it's been thirty-five wonderful years. I'm proud to be a product of that love. We aren't your parents, Bella," I tell her.
"You'd be okay with Vegas?" she asks quietly. "I mean, you have a giant family, but I have no one but Alice."
"Is that a yes?"
She jumps into my arms and kisses me with so much passion I feel my eyes water.
"Fuck, yes. Let's do it. Let's go to Vegas and get married." She gasps. "Then you'll never be able to get rid of me."
"As if I'd ever want to."
Mom clears her throat.
"Bella, I know you probably want something intimate, but Edward is my first and probably only son that will get married. I would really like to be there, if you don't mind."
"Of course, Esme. I need to call Alice. I can't do this without her. And I need to go shopping. And—"
I shut her up with a kiss.
"One thing at a time. Go call your friend."
She disappears into the house while my family descends on me.
some guessed it... sorry to disappoint that it wasn't her practicing on a banana
i love these two