So this is another combined chapter. It is formerly 23 and 24 so she's going to be another long one. You don't mind, right?
Anyway, enjoy!
Bella Swan
It took forever to pack. Edward kept distracting me with kisses and sweet touching. Every time he knew I was about to pass he'd grab me, pulling me down onto the bed. He'd kiss my mouth, cheeks, nose, ears, neck and anywhere else he could reach. His hands were all over me.
"Edward, I need to pack," I bemoaned loudly but he ignored my words. His hand slipped into my hair, holding me to his mouth. I was happy to be kissed by him always.
"No, you don't. I'll buy you everything you need when we get up there," he positioned himself over me as he spoke, lowering his lips to my collarbone.
"No, you won't," I muttered.
"All you have to do is put on some heavy clothes and bring your purse. I'll buy you everything you need," he smiled wickedly, pulling my shirt down so he could find new spots to kiss.
"I like my clothes."
"I like them, too. I especially like them on the floor," he lowered his grinning mouth to my stomach, lifting my shirt up some and assaulting my sensitive skin. All I could see was my shirt over his head. I giggled at the tickling sensations.
"I've turned you into a horny little monster," I tried to sit up but it didn't seem to work. My body didn't want to move. It was enjoying itself far too much. It wanted him to go lower.
He growled playful against my flesh and began to nip at me. I shrieked, my skin feeling very ticklish.
"Yes, ma'am. I believe you have."
"Edward..." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Let me pack."
"Fine. But, don't pack too much. I'm going to buy you some new clothes anyway. The ones you have aren't nearly warm enough for Chicago anyway," he relented, lifting his head from under my clothes.
"Alright, alright," I muttered as I stood. He slapped my backside playfully, making me squeak. He liked slapping my ass.
"Horn ball," I said under my breath.
"You like it," Edward replied back with a pleased grin.
"Never said I didn't," I said cheekily.
Edward Cullen
I knew I was bothering her somewhat but I was too happy to keep it all inside. I was telling the truth when I told her I would buy everything she needed. If she crooked her tiny finger I would buy anything for her, just to have her happy for a second.
After finally finishing packing she crawled into bed with me. She was already in her pajamas, and me in my boxers. She snuggled happily against me.
"So, what would you like to do while we're in Chicago? Any place you'd like to see?" I asked her conversationally.
"I really don't know what's in Chicago, honestly."
"Let's see. There are tons of art museums and the like. Parks and zoos," I stroked her hair.
"You won't enjoy those things though," she said a little sadly.
"Bella, I'll enjoy them because I'm going to be with you. Silly girl," I brought her closer to me, breathing in her delicious scent.
"But, I want you to have fun too."
"Fine, let's see. I can take you to the opera, or the symphony. A concert perhaps?"
"I would like any of those. Whichever you like," she breathed against me. Bella sounded very tired.
"When we get up there I'm sure we'll find things to do. Of course, we'll be busy shopping tomorrow. Then the Christmas Eve party and Christmas day itself."
"What party?" She lifted up in my arms some.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that. My parents have a party every year. All their coworkers and friends. Clients and the like."
"I don't have anything to wear to that," Bella tried to get up but I stopped her.
"I told you I was buying you things. That's part of it."
"You better not give me a Christmas present," she began to argue but she knew she wouldn't win.
"You know I am." I laughed. "I already bought you one."
She growled my name, "Edward, no."
"Please? Be a good girl for me and just enjoy the attention," I pleaded with her.
"I don't like attention," she mumbled.
"Even the attention I give you?" I asked playfully. I grabbed the side of her neck and brought it over to my mouth. I kissed and sucked gently. I knew exactly what I was doing when I did these things to her. I can practically smell her arousal.
I smiled at my victory when she moaned, "you know I do."
"Then let me spoil you," I told her firmly before pressing my mouth to her throat, biting into it gently. She moaned again, her body arching up towards mine.
We didn't talk any more that night.
Bella Swan
I woke up a little sore and later then I wanted to. It was almost noon when I climbed out of Edward's arms. He rolled over, searching with his arm but grabbed a pillow to his body, snuggling it close when he couldn't find me.
I went to my desk drawer and pulled out the packet of pictures that I'd taken at Thanksgiving. I looked through them, smiling at the different poses and such. I'm glad I printed them in triplets. I pulled out all the pictures of just Edward and one with me and him. I pulled out the Christmas card I was going to send to his parents anyway and shoved the pictures into the envelope after writing a message on the card.
"I feel blessed every day that your son is in my life. You could give me no better gift. Thank you for inviting me into your home.
Isabella Swan"
I stuffed the card into my purse. I hoped it would be enough and that they would understand. I wasn't exactly rolling in cash. I was living off scholarships and the money I had saved since I started working in high school. The only really big gift I got was Edward's. I sent my mother a book on palmistry, her newest obsession, and my father a twenty dollar engraved money clip.
Buying for Edward was nearly impossible. He had money, so no gift cards, even if it was the easiest. I didn't want it to be easy though. I wanted it to mean something. That was harder than I thought. The most important thing in his life was his music, besides me anyway. It took me a week to finally find a place to do the work for me, but when I finally did, it was worth it. Hundreds of sheets of blank music paper printed in Braille. "Original Music By Edward Anthony Cullen." It even had raised lines so he knew where to write. All kept in a nice leather notebook. It was worth the price if it made him happy. He could even use it with both his Braille printer or hand inscribe it himself.
I brought his gift out of my closet and stuck it into my carry on luggage. I looked over at his sleeping form and smiled. I crawled into bed with him, straddling his waist. "Oh, Mr. Cullen... Wakey Wakey."
"Only if you're naked or have some sort of breakfast," he mumbled.
I slapped his shoulder and his eyes popped open.
"Ow, what?"
"I'm not your naked slave girl," I teased him. I wasn't mad at all. I just wanted to see his reaction.
"Aw, man..." He grinned. Edward gripped my waist and pulled me down so he could kiss me. "That's okay. I don't want you to be my slave anyway. I'd rather it be the other way around."
"Oh, so you want me to be a dominatrix with a leather whip?"
He laughed, "not exactly what I meant but hey anytime you want to dress up in leather for me is fine..."
I smacked his shoulder again and he chuckled. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly. "I need to go back to my dorm for a bit and get some things together."
"I figured," I pressed my lips to his forehead. "Want me to take you?"
"No, I'll walk. It's okay. I'm sure you have some more stuff you need to do before tonight."
"Not much. Just going to make some phone calls and sending some emails," I told him honestly. I was dreading the calls though, especially the one to Renee.
He seemed to notice the nervousness in my voice because he leaned up and capture my mouth in a quick kiss. "Do you need help?" He asked after he pulled away.
"I'll be fine. Hurry up and get going so you can get back."
Edward Cullen
Poor Bella was going to call her parents to tell them where she was going. I was sure it wouldn't be a huge deal to Charlie but Renee on the other hand... She would give birth to a full side of beef. Bella told her that she wasn't planning on traveling on Christmas already and she was mad enough about that. What about when she told her that her plans had changed and she was spending Christmas with my family? I knew that wouldn't be a fun conversation.
When I arrived back to the dorm and began to put different things into my backpack. My charing stuff, my present for Bella, and my personal shaving things. I didn't need much else. I had the rest back at home. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I pulled on heavier things than I would ever need for Shreveport, but for Chicago that would be totally different. I slipped on my unused leather jacket and it still had my leather gloves in the pocket. I pulled the scarf from my sock drawer and wrapped it around my neck. I was honestly a little hot but I could handle it until we reached the plane.
I told my parents to pick me up at Bella's. As I walked through the late December weather I was surprised that I was still warm. Only in Louisiana would it be close to sixty so close to Christmas.
I knocked on the familiar door, waiting for her to answer. I adjusted my messenger bag to the other shoulder. I almost decided to just walk in when the door opened.
"No, Mom. No," Bella muttered. She must have been talking on the phone still. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. I shut the door behind me, listening to Bella's footsteps as she stomped off. "Well, you know what? It's my decision. You don't have a say. I am an adult. You don't support me in any way, money or otherwise."
The words were surprisingly cold for Bella. Renee must have pissed her off good. I knew Bella hated fighting with her mother and I felt guilty for being the cause of it.
Bella growled loudly, "Jesus, Renee. Grow up. You're just being petty now. But, you know, you're right. I do love Edward more right now. He at least treats me with respect."
I heard the phone click off and Bella threw it down somewhere. I waited for her to speak as I sat down on the side of the couch. She slid in between my legs and laid her head down on my shoulder. She was sobbing quietly.
"We can stay if you want," I whispered to her.
"Take me away from this place. Spoil me. Do whatever you want. Just let me be with you," Bella breathed into my neck and I shuddered at the pleasant warmth. I pulled her closer to me and buried my face in her hair. "I am so lucky to have you."
"Isabella, I feel the same way," I whispered into his ear.
Her tiny fingers clung to my jacket, pressing herself as close as possible to me. Her tears flowed down my neck and soaked my scarf. I didn't care. I just didn't want her to cry.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
"For what?"
"For putting up with me. You could do so much better, but instead, you pick me. And, everything about you is wonderful. You have a great family, too."
I pulled my glasses off and rested them on the top of my head. I pulled her face back and ran my thumbs over her cheeks. "Isabella, look at me. I am not putting up with you. I thrive in your very presence. You are not your mother, Bella. And, do you know what else?"
"What?" She said softly, almost sounding childlike.
"I am so going to spoil you now," I grinned.
She groaned loudly, "I said a very stupid thing."
"Oh, no. Not at all. I think you said exactly the right thing. It's exactly what I wanted to hear. You can consider it my Christmas present."
"I've got you a Christmas present already. And, buying stuff for another person shouldn't be considered a gift. Crazy person," she mumbled.
I chuckled at her and she giggled softly. I leaned in and pecked her moist lips. "No more tears. I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you happy, okay?"
Bella Swan
His parents arrived right at five. I felt bad for having his father help me carry my two bags and my backpack to the car. They weren't huge, just a duffel bag and an overnight bag, along with my backpack. I knew Edward was right when he said that my clothes weren't heavy enough. He would have to buy me a few things, sweaters, jacket, scarfs, mittens and a dress for that party. On the way to the airport Edward held my hand, squeezing it every once in a while.
"Hey Mom, tomorrow can you come with us to help Bella pick up a few things?" The question came out of nowhere. I wanted to smack his shoulder, but I refrained since I was in front of his parents.
Esme clapped her hands and smiled. "Oh! That sounds like fun. I know a few places I'd like to take you, Bella!"
I couldn't help but giggle, "you sound like my roommate Alice."
"How so?" She creased her eyebrows.
"She loves to shop. I think you'd like her," Edward answered for me. "She's my roommate's girlfriend. That's kind of how we met. Well, how we started dating. We met before then but..." He trailed off.
"But, what?" Carlisle turned his attention away from the window to us.
"I was a royal jackass and was very rude to Bella the first time we met. She was just trying to be nice and make conversation with me. I didn't really believe it. She didn't realize I couldn't see."
I blushed as I bit my lip. I looked out the window.
"Hmph, sounds like you," his mother teased. "Bella, I must give you an award for putting up with him. He is beautiful, kind, and smart... if you get past the thick layer of sarcasm"
Edward squeezed my hand as she said the words 'putting up with'.
"Esme, it doesn't feel that way at all. I felt just awful for offending him. It was so nice when he apologized. Ugh, do you remember how I fell on you and spilled your water everywhere?" I giggled at the memory.
He didn't say anything but grinned happily. Edward leaned over and pressed his lips to my cheek. It amazed me how he knew the exact right spot to kiss. I leaned into him and sighed, feeling less stressed already.
My father took my decision fine. He told me to have a good time and to call him on Christmas. I promised and felt light-hearted after that call. I was hoping for a more favorable response from my mother, which of course didn't happen.
When the phrase 'you love him more than me' left her mouth I wish she had been in front of me so I could have punched her. I loved my mother very much. I loved Edward, too. It was different kinds of love though. You cannot compare one to the other. It wasn't fair.
When we arrived at the airport we piled all of our things, which were mostly mine, onto a cart.
"Which terminal?" I asked.
They didn't answer because a small woman with big lips and big blond hair came up to us. She was obviously a flight attendant. "Mr. and Mrs. Cullen? I'm Lauren, your personal host for this evening. If you could follow me your plane is right this way."
"Your plane?" I growled under my breath to Edward.
"We occasionally rent a private jet. Not often!" He whispered back, defending himself.
"Just how comfortable is your family?" I asked sarcastically. Big black cars were one thing but...
"Well... The last time I chatted with our family accountant I had around thirty-six million and some change in my personal trust. I haven't actually spent that much since I inherited when I turned eighteen. I spent some on schooling, of course, and some on you. Though not as much as I'd like. I'm not sure about my parents exactly. I know they have some of their own wealth, so it's much more than mine."
He chatted like it was the most normal subject in the world.
I choked on my own spit, coughing and hacking at the sharp intake. I stopped dead, trying to catch my breath. "W... wh... what?"
"I know how you don't like to talk about money, Bella. So I didn't want to bring it up. But, see? You don't have to worry about me spending it. I hardly spend any on myself. I'd much rather spend it on you," he said brightly.
By this point in the conversation, we were to the small white private jet. A man took our things before the stewardess led us up the stairs. Inside was a beautiful plush cabin with large chairs and couches, along with tables. It even had a massive flat screen television. I felt flustered, out of place, and totally unworthy.
I didn't even notice when Dr. Cullen took my bag and put it in an empty chair. I sat down slowly, sinking into the cushions. Edward sat beside me. His face was twisted in concern.
"Are you okay?"
"I... I don't know," I told him honestly. It was like I was in shock.
"What's the matter?" He leaned in, holding one of my hands in both of his. They were warm and soft.
"How am I supposed to consider myself equal to you? I mean... Edward... God. You're everything I'm not. You're handsome, intelligent, strong, kind, rich, crazy talented-" I was about to go on when he covered my mouth.
"You will never be equal to me because you are so far above me. How could a mere mortal compare to an angel like yourself? You are far from beautiful. That word does not even to being to cover your true beauty. Bella, you are so smart and beyond loyal. Generous and gentle, too. How could you think that you were anything but heavenly?"
I was so wrapped up in him and his words that I didn't realize that his parents were sitting across from us. Esme had a giant grin on her face and Carlisle was looking at his happy wife. I giggled, surprised and embarrassed. I felt a little exposed. My cheeks were stained red.
"Thank you," I whispered quietly to my perfect boyfriend.
"Carlisle, he gives you a run for your money," Esme whispered loudly, charmingly.
"Son, you're making me look bad," Dr. Cullen teased.
"You know, I actually get that a lot," Edward laughed as he put his arm around my shoulder. He was so pleased with himself at that moment.
I don't know how long the flight lasted. I fell asleep somewhere along the way, which didn't surprise me at all. I didn't sleep well the night before, even if we did sleep late.
I woke up in a room in an unfamiliar place. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing. I looked around and saw a clock that stated it was around eleven in the evening. I looked for a lamp or something but couldn't find one. For some reason fear swelled in my chest, pressing on my rib cage. "Edward..." I said in a croaky voice. He didn't answer so I called a little bit louder. "Edward?"
I started to cry. I don't know why. Most likely from being tired and confused. "Edward?"
The door opened slowly. "Bella? Love, are you okay?" Edward's head poked in, the light from the hallway pouring in.
I sniffled, trying to hide my tears. "Yeah, just didn't know where I was."
"Oh! I'm sorry," he came in and sat on the bed. "You were just so tired that my father carried you off the plane. You didn't even stir when we got home, so I carried you to my bed. I figured you needed the rest."
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked quietly.
"About five hours."
"Five hours?" I nearly cried. I sat up quickly. "Your parents must think I'm so rude."
"Of course they don't. They think you're a college student catching up on sleep," he said gently. His hand touched my check and I could see him frowning. "Why are you crying?"
"No reason," I tried to say lightly. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He sighed happily at the touch.
"Are you sure?"
"I just panicked," I promised him.
"Bella, I want to show you something," he told me with a small smile. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed easily.
Edward Cullen
I tugged Bella out of bed and pulled her down the hallway of my familiar home. I knew every step by heart.
"Wow, this place is amazing," she said in awe.
"My mother will love you saying that," I told her.
"There's the sleepy head! Feeling any better?" My father asked Bella. He was probably still reading on the couch. That's where I left him before I heard Bella quietly calling for me.
"Yes, sir. I always have trouble sleeping before I travel. Nerves, I guess."
"I understand the feeling. Esme is the same way. She's already in bed. I think I'll join her, actually. Enjoy your evening."
"Goodnight, Dad!" I called to him.
I finally came to what I wanted to show Bella. I found the coats hanging beside the French doors that led to the backyard. I grabbed one for myself and one for Bella. I slipped it onto her shoulders carefully. "There should be some boots by the door."
"Edward, where are we going?" She asked, confused.
"Do I need to put the boots on you?" I asked, pulling my glasses down and raising my eyebrows.
She giggled, "no. I hope your mom doesn't mind that I'm borrowing her shoes."
"She won't. Come on, I want to show you something!" I told her excitedly.
When she was done putting the boots on I pulled open the doors. The wind blew inside and I pushed passed it, taking Bella's hands.
"It's snowing," she said quietly. Her voice was perfect.
I raised my face to the sky and let the tiny frozen cold bits fall on my skin. I smiled in happiness. The world was peaceful and so quiet.
"I love snow. It reminds me of blue."
"Blue?" She asked, confused by my choice of words.
"My grandma Liz use to tell me if I didn't come out of the snow that I would turn blue. I always thought that was a fun thought. So, whenever anyone says that something is blue I think of... this..." I raised my hands up, catching the soft fluff in my bare hand.
"It's cold," Bella giggled, pressing herself against me. "We should go inside before we actually catch the flu."
"Just a minute... I want to do something," I pulled her face closer to mine. "I've always wanted to do this."
"What's-"
Before she could finish the question I wrapped my fingers into her hair. I brought her lips to mine and kissed her deeply, the tiny cold flakes landing on our cheeks and resting on our eyelashes. I could feel them as I took her lips over and over again. She hummed against my mouth, her arms sliding underneath my coat to keep herself warm. My world was on fire.
Bella Swan
After kissing in his parents beautiful frozen garden he took me back inside. I felt half frozen myself but I didn't care. His kisses warmed me up plenty.
We wandered back into his room. This time he turned the light on for me, knowing exactly where the light switch was when I didn't. His room was amazing. Soft white carpets with a large blue and black bed. One wall was entirely vinyl records while the other had a giant sound system in it. There was no pictures, art, or anything. He didn't need them, obviously. His bare walls were covered in a luscious white and blue cloth.
"So, where will I be sleeping?" I asked him, leaning against his bed.
"In here. With me, of course," he said it like it was obvious. He went to one of his selves and ran his fingers over it. All of them had a braille label along the side so he could know what they were. He pulled one out and went to his sound system.
"What will your parents think of that?"
"They already know. Bella, we've been together a while now. I respect them and I respect you. There will be no problems with it. Besides, if you stayed in the guest room I'd just sneak in there so I could sleep with you in my arms," he placed the record on the turntable and switched it on.
I giggled when I heard the music, "Incubus?"
"Very good. You don't mind?" He crawled into bed with me.
"Not at all," I snuggled against him. Drive blared through the system. "It's kind of loud. Will your parents mind?"
"Their room is all the way across the house. They won't hear a thing," he kissed the top of my head after he answered.
I don't know how long we laid there in silence listening to the greatest hits of Incubus. Edward took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. I watched his eyes, how they sparkled in the dim light of the room and how his bronze eyelashes framed them perfectly. The way he would smile down at me, it was like he could see into my soul.
Some of the songs I knew, others I didn't. He hummed along to some of them. He'd strum against my stomach, playing me like I was a guitar, making me giggle. When another song came on, he pulled me on top of him. He began to sing in my ear. "How do you do it? Make me feel the way you do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew…"
"Edward, you are too much... You know that? You're too charming. How did you not have girls falling all over you? You're handsome, charismatic, talented, rich... My goodness. You're a girl's dream come true," I teased him.
"Oh, am I now?" He placed my hands on my stomach, pushing my shirt up some. "I think not. I think I'm only yours."
"That is true. You are my greatest dream come true," I turned in his arms so that we were laying stomach to stomach. I put my arms on the bed on either side of his head. I smiled back at his sweet grin. "So beautiful," I whispered.
He smiled fully, leaning up to press his forehead against mine. "Come on, angel. Let's get some sleep."
Edward Cullen
I woke up before Bella, surprisingly. I was too excited to sleep. I pulled on some of my more comfortable clothes, a basketball jersey and shorts, and went into the kitchen.
"Morning!" I called. Someone was pouring something. It smelt like hot tea of some sort.
"Morning, son," my father called. I heard the newspaper shift as he sat it down.
"I'm going to make some eggs, you want some?" I went to the fridge and bent down. The eggs were in the exact spot they normally were. I placed them on the counter before grabbing some butter.
"No, thanks. Want me to do that for you?" He asked gently. I knew he was trying not to offend me. I hadn't cooked in months. I didn't cook much. Scrambled eggs and things in the microwave. A grilled cheese now and then.
"Nope, I got it," I said brightly. Nothing could bring me down from my good mood. I sat the pan on the heating element and turned it onto medium after sticking a pat of butter into it. I cracked a few eggs in a bowl and mixed them with a fork, whipping them until it was smooth. I shook the pan around a bit to make sure the butter got all around.
I had scrambled eggs down to a perfect science. I poured the eggs into the pan, listening to it sizzle. I stirred them until I felt that they were more solid. I could somehow tell when they were perfect. At least they hadn't killed me yet.
"Is there anything the great Edward Cullen can't do?" I heard Bella tease from behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed the back of my shoulder.
"I can't imagine another minute without giving you a kiss," I whispered into her ear. She shivered as she pressed her lips against mine.
"Want some eggs?" I asked her after our slow sleepy kiss. I felt her nod against my shoulder.
"Well, go sit down and let me make you breakfast," I bumped my hip into hers.
"You're in an awfully good mood," my mother laughed from somewhere behind us.
"Bella said I could buy her stuff!" I grinned. Bella groaned loudly.
"You shouldn't be happy about that," she muttered in obvious annoyance.
"It's a slippery slope, my son. Watch out," my father teased. I heard my mother smack him. "Ow," he mumbled.
"I think it's wonderful. So, I was thinking we'd go to the Mile for some shopping. We might as well get lunch while we're at it. We'll be out all day," my mother ignored my father's earlier comments.
"I think that's a good idea." I poured the eggs onto two plates. I carried them to the table. I got some forks and a couple of glasses of juice before finally sitting down to eat.
"Thank you, Edward. These are great," Bella touched my cheek and leaned in a gave me a soft kiss.
Bella Swan
I had no idea where we were at. I watched as amazingly tall builds whizzed past my head. Apparently, the Magnificent Mile was where the best shopping was done, and that scared me. I looked over at my handsome Edward. He looked so good in his leather jacket, even if he was all bundled up.
He was right about my clothes not being warm enough. I had to borrow one of his mother's jackets to wear over my thin one, along with my sweater underneath. I was wearing so many thin layers.
"Why don't we start at Neiman Marcus?" Esme suggested. I nodded. I never shopped at the place but knew of it.
She parked across the street in a lot. I saw that it cost twenty dollars to just park. I bit my lip so not to say anything.
We walked into the women's department of this amazing store and as soon as we did we were greeted by a beautiful woman. She smiled brightly at Edward and Esme but practically scowled when she looked at me. I certainly didn't look nearly as well dressed as they were. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her.
"Is there anything I can help you with today?"
"Yes, we're buying a variety of things for this lovely young woman," Edward wrapped his arm around my waist. "We need some winter clothing, shoes, also a formal dress and shoes. I do have a personal request, please."
"Anything I can help you with, sir," she said with a smile.
"Don't let her see a single price."
I looked over at him with an annoyed smirk. The woman looked a little surprised but agreed.
"Edward..." I hissed quietly.
"You won't buy what you want if you see the price. I want you to be happy. It doesn't matter how much."
He kissed my forehead.
"Stupid rich boy."
"Silly stubborn girl," he replied back smoothly, not missing a beat.
Esme started pulling out many things for me while the saleswoman measured me. I felt silly being shoved into the dressing room with three dozen items. They even brought me under clothes. I modeled each thing for Esme to see. She told me with sweet honesty how everything looked, if something else would look better or if she liked it. Everything she liked ended up in a huge 'buying' pile.
After picking out everything I would need for the cold winter, including different types of boots, we moved on to the dress for the party.
Esme had only one dress pulled out for me. It was beautiful and silky. "This is the one for you, Bella. Try it on, sweetheart."
I went into the changing room and pulled the dress on. The corset and panties I was forced into wearing by the saleswomen sucked my stomach in tight. I turned and blushed at my reflection. It was gorgeous and I had never seen anything like it. Everything in the store just seemed amazing.
"Come out. I want to see it!" Esme called.
I stepped out and she gasped. I blushed brighter as I turned to show her every angle.
"Tell me what you look like," Edward asked a little sadly. I moved in front of him and knelt. I pressed my lips to his.
"I look like... Snow."
He smiled and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me deeply and would have continued if his mother wasn't standing over us, giggling.
"Now, I have the perfect shoes to go with it!"
Edward Cullen
Bella was as mad as an old wet hen when I forced my mother to take her outside while I paid. I wouldn't even let her hear the final total. Someone had to help us get everything to the car. I would never tell Bella that I spent more on clothing than most people do on a car. A decent new one, at that. I was making up for lost time. If she said I could spoil her I would do it to the fullest extent.
After our shopping, we hopped over to Bistro 110. Bella leaned into me, obviously tired from her few hours as a Barbie doll. I slipped my fingers over my menu, a braille one. "What are you getting?"
"I don't care. Surprise me," she mumbled, her head snuggling further onto my shoulder.
"Bella, I was going to ask you a favor. If you don't mind?" My mother asked gently. Bella sat up a bit straighter.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Well, you see, I was going to the spa tomorrow morning to get ready for the party tomorrow night. I don't have anyone to go with. I would love it if you would join me. Please?" I knew my mother was doing her pouting thing by the tone of her voice.
"Oh, are you sure?" Bella asked, sounding completely confused.
My mother giggled, "of course, I'm sure. It's not like I can take Edward and get his legs waxed."
"Ow," I mumbled, pushing my legs closer together. Bella laughed quietly at my reaction.
"I'd love to Esme."
"Oh! That's fantastic! We're going around ten in the morning if that's okay. That will give us time for a massage, facial, a manicure, a pedicure, waxing and then we'll get some lunch. We'll get cleaned up, have our hair and makeup done. The party starts around six, so that should be just enough time..."
My mother prattled on, but I didn't listen. I was too wrapped up in the fact Bella was in my arms. This is where she belongs. I couldn't have been happier. I was with my two favorite women in the world. Bella felt so right, the perfect addition to my life. I pressed my lips to her hair and breathed in deeply.
I want to marry her, I thought to myself.
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