Disclaimer: I thank Stephenie Meyer for sharing her characters but I do not own them.

Something More Appropriate

"So, I hope you don't mind, but I picked out the tattoo pallor."

Edward looked over at me with a very sincere look in his eyes. I could deny him nothing. Once I had gotten dressed he practically dragged me down to his Volvo which I had yet to ever of ridden in. It smelt like him, I could live in this car and made a silent promise to myself that this was going to be my new hiding place. The soft leather seats were cool and clean. You could barely tell that the engine was even running in this car.

"I don't mind at all."

"Good, because I have something else in mine before we get there."

"Ok, what's that?"

"It's a surprise."

"Well, I don't like surprises, so why don't you make it enjoyable for us both and tell me now."

"Nope, sorry no can do. I had to promise to take Alice shopping to keep this as a surprise for you and you wouldn't want me to have to go shopping with Alice for no reason now would you?"

"Wow, that serious of a surprise huh?"

"I promise you'll like it."

I groaned but decided not to push it any further, I mean hell, he went as far as telling Alice he would take her shopping. That's a pretty big fucking sacrifice on everyone in the house hold. I shifted in my seat nervously and started to pay better attention to where we were going.

Tree lines passed by in a flurry before we reached a small little décor shop. I saw signs on the outside that read customize this or that but I really wasn't paying that much attention. I am really going to need to work on that.

Edward had my door open before I even had a chance to step out of the car, he held my hand as I stepped out and he even held open the shop door as we walked inside. The little girl inside jumped excitedly as the serious woman commented on how he was also going all mushy on me. At least I am not alone in this deep pool of mushy crap.

"Hello dears, what may I help you with today?"

The woman standing before us was at least mid fifties with grey hair and bright blue eyes. Her dimples took up most of her face and I couldn't help the 'awe, how cute' expression from appearing on my face. Edward noticed and smiled down at me before approaching the lady.

"Hello, we are here to pick up an order I emailed in this morning."

"Ok, and what name is it under sir?"

"Edward Cullen."

"It'll be just a minute, why don't you two have a seat and I'll be right out."

Edward smiled and nodded his head as he led me over towards a small row of chairs. We sat down and waited patiently as the woman moved around the computer printing and lamenting things.

"Ok, here you go."

"Thank you."

Edward stood up and grabbed a wide bag from the woman, she nodded her head at me and we left. What was so special about that? And what's in the damn bag? I tried to take it from him to have a look at the contents but he pulled it away from me and sat it down in the back seat of the car.

"Bella, I have a question."

"Are we going to get to trade off questions?"

"Probably not."

"Well, then why should I answer your question?"

"Because you want to know what the surprise is."

"Fine, what's your question?"

"Do you see yourself in the future with me still? Like, do you see us with a future?"

"Yes."

"Good, because…and don't think I'm still acting all stalkerish…but I was thinking about your tattoo theory...and well, I want a tattoo also. But, I want our tattoo's to mean something more. Because, even if you were to leave me you would still mean more. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I guess it does. What are you getting at? You just want a significant matching tattoo?"

"Yes, but I already have them designed, it where I want the tattoo."

"Well, I'm not stamping your name on my forehead, and I really like the ankle thing…I was planning on actually getting EAC, ABC, and EMM on my ankle tonight for you, Alice, and Emmett."

"See that's the thing, now I don't want you to stamp your forehead, although it would help to keep the other guys away…just kidding, but I want ours to be different so that it means something more."

"So where do you want this special tattoo at?"

We were now sitting in front of the tattoo pallor and Edward had stepped out of the car retrieving the bag in the back seat and then walking around to the passenger side to meet up with me. I didn't allow him to be the gentle man this time and I allowed myself to get out the car. I couldn't become completely dependent. Edward handed me the bag looking down at me expectantly, was it really so bad that I would turn it down?

I pulled the papers out of the bag and looked over the drawing. My heart almost stopped beating in my chest. My breathing got caught in my throat and a small cough escaped my lips. I looked up at Edward and noticed that it wasn't really the response that he was looking for.

"I know it's soon… and all…but I really don't care anymore. What do you think about them?"

Wow, what did I think? Was this his way of proposing without proposing to me? I flipped the two designs around my hand a little before staring at them trying to take in the details. There were two rings, I assume made to be tattooed over that fated finger of loving fucking destiny. Not my thing, but the designs were cool and that tattoo was my idea, it was permanent a way of saying forever and meaning it.

One ring held my name and the other held Edwards, there were tribal designs surrounding the band and incasing the names. It was classy but if you looked deeper into the drawing there was nothing subtle about the design. Much like Edward and I.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Are you really worried about whether I am sure or not?"

"Yes, I really am."

"I have never been surer about anything ever in my life."

"So, forever huh?"

"If that's what you want."

"But is it what you want?"

"Bella, I think that I am the one asking."

"You didn't actually ask anything."

"I'm sorry, how fucking rude of me. Bella… will you get matching wedding band tattoos with me and stay with me forever?"

"I think I like the way that sounds."

"You think?"

"Ok, I really like the way that sounds."

"Much better."

With that Edward leaned down to give me a kiss on the lips and then dragged me into the tattoo pallor. I got my four tattoo's first being that I would take the longest. Edward sat there and smiled at me the entire time as they carved his families initials in my ankle.

When the artist started on the ring I thought he was going to explode from happiness, not only was his initials on my ankle, but now his actual name was tattooed in the one place he thought it really mattered. I couldn't help but smile back up at him when he looked like a little kid in the candy store.

When it was finally Edward's turn to sit in the chair I tried to tell him about pain levels and what to do when they stuck you with the needle so that he could handle the pain better but he didn't listen. It was a typical male response, and this was his first tattoo, the artist new how much pain he would be in but didn't say anything to back up my failed attempts. So fuck it, it's whatever, he can sit there in pain all day if that's what he wants.

Stupid masochist.

I laughed, that's right I fucking laughed at him the entire time. With every wince I patted him on the damn back and laughed at him again. He was handling it worse than a little girl. Every time the needle stuck him he flinched or squirmed. It was amusing for me to no end.

"Are you done laughing at me?"

"Nope, are you done squirming like a little girl?"

"I swear if you tell Emmett about this you'll regret it."

"Oh yea, and how is that?"

"Remember Bella, I can break you."

"Haven't you realized? I like it when you do?"

Edward smiled at that and paid the artist before escorting me out of the tattoo pallor, his arm was wrapped tight around my waste as we walked across the parking lot to the car.

"So, when do I get to make you legally a Mrs. Cullen?"